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


03-13-2011


Intro


Before Rampage begins, we are shown backstage as Phoenix and Might & Magic arrive. With them is an armed security force. Lean Bean Miller stops Phoenix.

LBM: Rob! Whats this about!?

Rob: You know how it works in this business, unless you cover every contingency, someone jumps you from behind! Well, my elite force of special ops will be with us at all times, no matter where we go, or what we do. So those Assholes won't be able to touch us!

LBM: I see, smart thinking!

Rob: Of course!

Just then, Mark Sommers approaches.

Rob: Oh, hell, not you!

Mark: Good to see you too, Robbie. Heard what you had to say, and I agree.

Rob: You.. do!?

Mark: Yup! Anywhere backstage you can have your forces, but they are banned from ringside.

Rob: What!?

Mark: Oh, come on, you can take care of yourself if you decide to go out to the ring, Robbie. Might & Magic are the same way. You're protected as long as you don't do anything stupid.

Rob: I never do anything of the sort.

Mark: Of course not.

Mark walks off leaving Phoenix and his crew fuming.

Cut to the ring as the first match begins.

Ash Nukem vs Mark Zout

Choose Your Destiny Match


As the opening rift of Unbreakable tears across the airwaves of the arena, the color, intensity, and intervals of the lights begin to dance along with the chords.

Eric Emerson: "Ladies and Gentlemen! Introducing now, fighting out of Montréal, Québec... Standing at five feet, ten inches... Weighing in at two hundred five pounds... Mark Zout!"

The lyrics begin, and Mark bursts out from behind the curtain. He sports new Green and Black tights with sick-looking kickpads. This author felt it was very important to include just how awesome these kickpads are. He raises both arms in the air, drawing a positive reaction from the Marks in the audience.

Where are the people that accused me
The ones who beat me down and bruised me
They hide just out of sight
Can't face me in the light
They'll return but I'll be stronger

God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable
It's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me

Mark slaps the hands of his fans as he runs down the entrance ramp until he dives into the ring, between the bottom and middle ropes, rolling afterward. He stands in the center of the ring, arms raised.

Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can't see
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better

God I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable
It's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me...

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow tie up, Zout with a wristlock into a hammerlock, but Nukem counters with a slap to the face and a hip toss to send Zout onto his back quickly. Nukem off the ropes, springing with a backfist catching Zout off guard backing him up as he reaches his feet. Ash continues the onslaught with an Irish whip, but Zout reverses the whip and now Ash is the one running. Ash springs to the middle rope flipping over Zout to land on his feet behind Mark.k Zout spins around catching Ash in the right knee with the heel of his boot sending him down to one knee. Mark off the ropes quickly delivering a shining wizard that rocks Ash's world.

Jon McDaniel: Fast paced action here in the early going.

Brian Rentfro: I've looked forward to Ash winning all week.

Jon McDaniel: You know, Zout could win as well.

Brian Rentfro: He'd better not, I've got five big ones on Ash.

Jon McDaniel: Five thousand dollars?

Brian Rentfro: No, no no, five big ones!

Zout pulls Ash up to his feet, peppering him with a right, left combo and capping it off with a schop to the chest bringing a "Woooooo" from the crowd on hand. Zout climbs the turnbuckle and pounds down with a right hand, but Ash counters with a sit out spinebuster that drives Mark's shoulders hard into the canvas. Ash climbs up the turnbuckle and perches on the top, flipping out with a forearm across the throat. Ash gets up, pulling Zout up with him and throwing him into the ropes. Ash quickly delivers a Mushroom Stomp and Zout is once again on the canvas. Ash is up and giving the crowd some grief, but they return in kind with booing. Ash pulls Mark up to his knees, but Zout with a thigh punch gets the advantage back in his favor. Zout delivers a fist drop onto Ash's forehead sending a bit more into Woozyland. Zout pulls him back up to his feet, yelling out to the crowd that responds with a loud cheer. Zout pounds Ash into the face with a forearm and an palm strike. Zout with a whip into the corner, but Ash scrambles up to the top flipping back over Mark. However Zout was ready for this and slams hiis feet into Ash's chest with a standing dropkick sending Ash back first into the corner. Ash comes back out with his fists flying wildly, but Zout sends hiim down with an arm drag takedown. Zout off the ropes delivering a Hogan-esk leg drop off the ropes; except Zout's was much much better.

Brian Rentfro: Zout taking control? Come on Ash! Get up or I'll remove your character from PWA vs the World 2011!

Jon McDaniel: Zout in firm control here.

Ash with a low blow changes that though and he is back in control of this match. Ash grabs Mark by the hair before running up the ropes and flipping over bringing Zout down with a tornado DDT.

Jon McDaniel: Impressive.

Ash bouncing off the ropes again landing a lionsault onto the downed Zout before pulling him back up to his feet. Ash with a forearm to the throat and a very slow, but highly deliberately so, punch right to Mark's heart. Ash jumps up to the middle rope and to Zout's shoulders before fllipping backwards and twisting as he does so with a twisting hurricanrana and Zout is in the middle of the ring. Ash up to his feet runs to the other corner and up the turnbuckle there and without hesitation launches himself backwards with a corkscrewing moonsault slamming heavily onto Zout's body. Ash makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Zout gets a shoulder up and this match must continue. Ash pulls him up to his feet, backing him into the corner with right after right, and kicking him in the ribs alternatingly for good measure and to vary his attack. A monkey flip sends Zout into the center of the ring and Ash is now in control of the tempo and his tempo is fast striking. Ash walks over dropping a knee into Mark's face tefore locking his arm around his leg and falling back trying to hyperextend his shoulder and elbow. Ash up again and falling back once more.

Jon McDaniel: Ash doing his best to dislocate that shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: He'd better, I want to win some money!

Ash drags Mark over to the nearest corner. Ash climbs up top, facing away from the ring. Ash leaps backwards nailing an imploding senton bomb and makes another cover.

One...

Tw...

Zout kicks out a bit quicker now, perhaps using his waning energy and knowing he has to do something. Ash pulls him up to his feet, pounding him backwards into the corner, but Zout grabs the ASSHOLE and spins him around so that he is back first in the corner. Zout with a knee into his ribs doubles Ash over in the corner. Zout with a knee into the face and a second, and finally a third has Ash gasping for breath and holding at his ribs. Zout with a swinging neckbreaker lays Ash onto his back and Zout takes a moment to catch his breath. Zout begins to pull Ash up to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: Come on Ash! I've got money riding on your ass!

Jon McDaniel: Zout turning the tables here in the match and my partner here worried about losing five bucks.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, that's as much as the wrestlers make down in Rebel Pro!

Zout with an elbow rocks Ash's head on his neck and he grabs him in a side headlock before running out and slamming him down with a running bulldog out of the corner. Zout drops another knee onto Ash's face before grabbing his ankle, locking it in an anklelock. Ash immediately begins to crawl for the ropes, shaking his head that he is not going to quit. Zout wrenches back on the hold, nearly twisting Ash's leg off at the knee cap from the force of it. Ash reaches the ropes, Zout releases the hold, yanking Ash up to his feet. Zout with a knee into the midsection before jumping up and slamming ash face first into the canvas with a leg drop across the back of his neck. Zout isn't finished though and determined to win it here, he pulls Ash back up. Zout locks in a front facelock and grabs the tights, lifting Ash up to the top turnbuckle and following Ash up quickly. Zout lifts and falls back, driving Ash's head directly into the canvas with a super DDT! Zout rolls him over making the cover.

One...

Two...

Ash gets a foot on the ropes and Zout can't believe it as he looks up at the referee and questions with a look. The referee holds up two fingers and Zout pulls Ash back up to his feet. Irish whip sends Ash into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Whisper in the Wind!

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Daddy's gonna get a Big Mac tonight!

Ash lifts Zout back up nailing the Sensory Overload!

Brian Rentfro: Yes Baby!

Ash makes the cover without hesitation.

One...

Two...

Zout kicks out and he is furious as he gets up into the referee's face yelling and screaming something about fifteen attack points.

Jon McDaniel: What? Who? They think they doing?

Brian Rentfro: Take a breath and complete the sentence.

Dos Cara... and another Dos Cara rush down to the ring, behind the referee's back and slide into the ring. Zout pulls himself up and notices one Dos Cara and begins to try and defend himself. The Mark fights with a right and a left, swinging his leg up and catching him with a kick to the face. Mark lands and lifts him up nailing Markout II on the first Dos Cara. Zout is roughly pulled up to his feet as the second, and unseen, Dos Cara nails him with the Futureplex!

Jon McDaniel: This is bull!

Brian Rentfro: No, this is supper!

Ash shoves past the referee, lifting Mark up to his feet, the referee having never seen any of the extra action. Ash lifts him up nailing the Sensory Overload a second time and making the cover.

One...

Two...

Three...

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Ash Nukem!

David Blazenwing vs Nightmare

No Guts, No Glory Match


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

Jon McDaniel: Nightmare is ready to take care of business tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Against Blazenwing he won't know the first meaning of the word, Jon!

Eric Emerson: Introducing his opponent! 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 trenchcoat 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 trenchcoat 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 loudly.

Jon McDaniel: Hey wait a minute... Where's Dwayne Cross? He's supposed to be officiating this match isn't he?

Brian Rentfro: You know you're right for once, Jon!

Blazenwing and Nightmare glare at each other, as suddenly over the ADCTron we see an image come to life. It's Dwayne Cross, and he's shirtless and knocked out cold!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa what the?!

Brian Rentfro: Who'd do that to Cross? He's usually a fair guy.

Suddenly Hunter Sullivan comes running out to ringside, a cocky shit eating grin on his face decked out in a referee's shirt as he slides into the ring and calls for the bell.

Jon McDaniel: Wait, what?!

DING DING DING!

Nightmare looks at Hunter with a harsh glare and David rushes Nightmare, hitting a flying lariat to start things off on the big man, but it doesn't phase Nightmare in the slightest. Nightmare strikes back by grabbing David's head and headbutting him to the canvas. Blazenwing bounces off the canvas and is back on his feet. He grabs Nightmare and tries to Irish whip him into the corner but Nightmare reverses it and whips Blazenwing right into the corner. Nightmare charges and crushes Blazenwing inbetween himself and the corner as Hunter Sullivan slides out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: I'm not even sure Hunter is the real referee here. What's going on?

Brian Rentfro: Well he called for the match to start and it did. He's also wearing an official PWA Referee shirt so he must be!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah let's forget the fact Dwayne Cross was laid out and had the shirt stolen, sure.

Brian Rentfro: Stolen, borrowed... Semantics, Jon!

Blazenwing stumbles backwards and as Nightmare goes to grab Blazenwing he sends a hard elbow backwards, cracking Nightmare in the throat. Nightmare gasps for a moment, long enough to allow Blazenwing to bounce himself off the ropes and hit a missile dropkick right into Nightmare's face sending the big man to the canvas. Hunter slides back into the ring with a chair in hand and sets it up in one corner, takes a seat and mocks Nightmare from it as Nightmare gets to his feet. Nightmare looks at Hunter distracted just for one second and Blazenwing low blows him right between the legs, quickly rolling up Nightmare albeit with some struggle with the big man! Hunter leaps off his chair and counts!

1!
2!!
THR-KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa! Lightning quick count by Hunter!

Brian Rentfro: No it's just everyone else is so slow Hunter appears so fast.

Nightmare rolls away and gets to his feet. Hunter kicks his chair to Blazenwing and Blazenwing cocks an eyebrow at him before taking it and putting some metal to Nightmare's head. He strikes Nightmare hard, but Nightmare only slightly steps back! Another chair shot! Nightmare still only takes a small step back! A third, wait no! Nightmare kicks Blazenwing in the gut and double underhooks both his arms, DDTing Blazenwing right onto the chair he was just using! Nightmare hooks the leg. Hunter drops for the count.

1!

...............

......................................

T-KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: This is disgusting.

Brian Rentfro: What before you complained he's too fast, now he's too slow?! Make up your mind, Jon!

Nightmare is on his feet and staring harshly again at Hunter Sullivan who backs up, throws his hands up and smirks shaking his head. Blazenwing grabs the chair again from the canvas and on one knee he slams it against Nightmare's knee. He does it again and again until Nightmare is leaning against the ropes. Blazenwing is on his feet and and bounces off the opposite side ropes again, throwing the chair to Nightmare who catches it just as Blazenwing hits another dropkick into the chair, into Nightmare's face sending Nightmare over the top rope and to the outside. Hunter leans over the ropes and trash talks Nightmare some more, however it's inaudible to the cameras.

Brian Rentfro: And Nightmare is taken down by Blazenwing to the outside! Amazing! What a back and forth match!

Jon McDaniel: This is a mockery, Brian.

Blazenwing picks Nightmare up by the head but Nightmare sends a stiff fist into Blazenwing's guts. He grabs Blazenwing by the head and smashes his face against the barricades three times in a row before bringing his knee up against Blazenwings face and sending the BWF Owner to the ground. Nightmare picks him up, wrapping his hand around Blazenwings neck and lifting him into the air. Blazenwing kicks out wildly, kicking Nightmare in the chest and stomach but Nightmare slams Blazenwing down, aiming his head right for the metal post and it PINGS as Nightmare brings him down. Nightmare covers Blazenwing on the outside.

......

Hunter slowly slides out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Nightmare is being treated unfairly here folks.

Hunter finally drops to make the count.

ON-KICK OUT!

Blazenwing kicks out almost immediately before even the one count and Nightmare just glares at Hunter, realizing how difficult The Viper is going to make this. Blazenwing crawls away as Hunter and Nightmare argue at ringside. Blazenwing grabs the ring bell and climbs up onto the apron as Nightmare shakes his head, sliding into the ring and unaware of what Blazenwing is up to. Blazenwing climbs to the top rope, steadily trying to keep his balance. Hunter is in the ring and laughs at Nightmare, pointing to Blazenwing. Nightmare turns around and Blazenwing flies off the top rope with the ring bell, clocking Nightmare over the head hard and knocking the big man down with blood flying onto the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: What a crushing hit with the ring bell! Nightmare could possibly be finished!

Brian Rentfro: I'll remind folks Hunter never attacked Nightmare in this match!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah he did everything but attack him...

Suddenly the crowd roars as Tim Murphy flies over the barricade and slides into the ring. Blazenwing turns around and gets a swift boot the gut. He keels over and Murphy lifts Blazenwing onto his shoulders and runs with him before dropping him with a tombstone piledriver!

Jon McDaniel: WHAT?! THE IRISH CARBOMB ON DAVID BLAZENWING!

Brian Rentfro: Ah see this is cheap!

Murphy flees the scene as quickly as he came and Hunter holds his head in panic as both men are now KO'd on the canvas, but Nightmare is stirring to life and gets back up. Hunter is trying hard to wake Blazenwing up but he fails. Nightmare is up now and he shakes his head at Hunter and covers David Blazenwing. Hunter groans and goes to make the count.

1!


......

....HUNTER STOMPS ON NIGHTMARE!

Hunter gets Nightmare to his feet and hits the Viper Snap on Nightmare! Hunter begins to drag Blazenwing and throws Blazenwing onto Nightmare but suddenly "Come With Me" by Puff Daddy hits. Hunter looks up astonished as Chamelion steps out shaking his head.

Chamelion: No, no. This isn't going to do. Hunter you're going to have to get the hell out of my arena for attacking a referee! Get Swindell out here, and get Hunter off of my airwaves.

Hunter looks around as security quickly comes into the ring and pulls Hunter out.

Chamelion: GOT IT?!

Chamelion shakes his head as he returns backstage as Hunter soon follows, being dragged off by security.

Jon McDaniel: That takes care of that, doesn't it?!

Brian Rentfro: I guess so Jon...

Scott Swindell rushes down to the ring as both Blazenwing and Nightmare get to their feet. Blazenwing holds his head, and Nightmare wipes the blood off his face and picks up the ring bell Blazenwing used against him. As Blazenwing turns around Nightmare violently swings the ring bell right into David Blazenwing's face cracking him open and sending him to the canvas. Blazenwing is bleeding everywhere from his head and his eyes roll around as he tries pulling himself back up with the ropes. As he does he wobbly stumbles forward, spinning around and Nightmare catches him with the Requiem for the Fallen!!!! The crowd goes nuts as Nightmare falls onto Blazenwing and Scott Swindell drops for the count.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, by pinfall.... NIGHTMARE!

Jon McDaniel: The first fair pinfall count of the match ends in victory for Nightmare, justly so.

Brian Rentfro: Don't act like Blazenwing didn't have him a few times as well!

Jon McDaniel: No you're right, but Hunter's inept refereeing would've dirtied any victory by Blazenwing anyways.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, yeah...

The Lean and Mean Report


We're backstage at The Oracle Arena as we find Matthew "Virus" Engel getting ready for his upcoming tournament match tonight against Johnny Maverick. Lean Bean Miller, being the adamant journalist he is, approaches Engel in a calm demeanor.

LBM: Matt - good to see you. Are you ready for your match tonight?

Engel finishes lacing up his right boot. He looks up with a smile.

Matthew Engel: You could say that.

LBM: Well I believe Johnny is going to be a very tough opponent for you. He's accomplished a lot here in the PWA and he's been known to --

Matthew Engel: Known to what? Take a beating? Yeah, I think we all have been known to take a beating.

Engel's scars are prevalent, and his nose isn't quite the same since Duff broke it two weeks ago.

LBM: What's your strategy going into your match tonight?

Matthew Engel: I won't divulge my secrets, but I'm fairly sure Johnny knows what I'm capable of and what I plan to do. Attacking his weakness, taking advantage of his fatigue. All of that good stuff.

LBM: His fatigue?

Matthew Engel: A four-way on Tuesday night that didn't go like what he's used to I'm sure, an electrified cage match on Friday night, and now he's got The Virus on Sunday night. You bet your ass he will be fatigued, and I will make him pay for it. It's as simple as that. I've got nothing against the guy, but I'm going to win tonight and I'm going to advance. Johnny's loyalties don't lie with the PWA. He's trying to spread himself thin and be the best AOWF superstar, and I get that. And because of that, he's got no right being in a tournament to decide the franchise of the PWA and its next World Champion. That's me, LBM. That's me all the way.

Engel begins to put his tuxedo jacket on.

LBM: You sound very confident, and yes Johnny will not be 100% tonight, but that's no reason to underestimate him.

Matthew Engel: God, when will you laymen understand the difference between confidence and underestimation? I never said I was underestimating him, and he will get my absolute best. But Johnny wouldn't be able to handle me tonight, even if he was 100%. I've worked too hard to let this opportunity slip through my fingers because Johnny Maverick got by Wehali with the help of that little worm Sullivan. Tonight I show Johnny why he doesn't deserve to be in this match, and why he'll never be anything better than a REBEL Pro champion if he doesn't get his act together.

LBM: What do you mean by that, Matt?

Matthew Engel: Just recall the last thing he said to me in his promo. He told me to stay out of his way, LBM. As Riona Langly as that sounds, he knows that I will be doing the exact opposite. He's scared, he knows that I am going to be the toughest match for him of this entire tournament. He would rather have me move and let him advance, then actually confront me and try to take me down. This was all after he proposed a truce of some sorts, that we pause our match for a moment if any outside interference plays a role in the outcome of this match. While I don't particularly enjoy outside interference, I should be more worried than he should be. He's got three other ASSHOLES to watch his back. I'm a one-man army, but do you think I'm worried? Do you, LBM?

LBM: You don't look worried.

Engel smiles.

Matthew Engel: You're a smart guy, LBM. And you're right; I'm not worried. And if Johnny thinks I'm going to physically pause our match because some retard feels the need to get involved, then he's sorely mistaken. He turns his back on me for a slight moment, and I'm going to drop him on his head in the ring, pin him for the victory, and then take a chair to the head of anyone else who tried to interfere with the match. That's just the way I roll. This truce bullshit, telling me to stay out of his way; they're projections of his own insecurity and his own fear. He knows he can't beat me, and he certainly knows he can't beat me this weekend after the week he's had. Let's face it, he isn't ready for the PWA World Championship.

Engel looks toward the camera and away from LBM.

Matthew Engel: But chin up, John-boy. You're a REBEL Pro Champion now. See you soon, champ.

LBM tries for another question.

LBM: What was the deal with you guys wearing each other's merchandise?

Engel lets out a laugh. He unbuttons his silk dress shirt, revealing another Johnny Maverick shirt. It has Johnny flexing his right arm, showing off his Captain America tat. The text below the picture reads:

"JOHNNY MAVERICK

1-800-ASS-HOLE

Call me."

LBM: Where did you get this shirt?

Matthew Engel: Johnny actually sent me this one, asked me to wear it on Rampage. I don't mind. Like I said, I'm a closet Maverick fan. And when he stops goofing around in Rebel and BWF, he'll know who to talk to when he wants to win a World Championship in a company that actually matters.

LBM: Would that be you?

Matthew Engel: Like I said, you're a smart guy Bean. Now do yourself a favor and find a nice comfortable place to watch me destroy Johnny's dreams of being a PWA World Champion. It's coming up next.

As we're about to cut to ringside, a familiar voice is heard from behind the camera.

Jethro Hayes: Hey Matt - good luck tonight.

The camera turns around and shows Hayes hanging out, catching Engel's interview live.

Matthew Engel: You too, Hayes. Maybe I'll see you in the finals.

Jethro Hayes: Maybe you will.

Hayes cracks a smile, and we cut to ringside.

Matthew Engel vs Johnny Maverick

Who’s The Man!? Quarter Finals Match #1


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and is a Who's The Man?! quarterfinal match! Before we introduce our competitors, I have been told that this match is going to have a special guest commentator!

Jon McDaniel: Oh really?

Brian Rentfro: I hate when Mark does this.

"The Great American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie hits the PA system as the crowd rises to their feet, most of them cheering. Nightmare comes out from backstage, making his way down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: And the special guest commentator for this contest is... Jonathon Wehali... NIGHTMARE!

Nightmare reaches ringside, making his way around the ring and toward the commentator's table. He sits down as Rob Zombie dies down on the sound system. We can hear him pick up his headset and chime in right away.

Nightmare: Good evening, gentlemen.

Jon McDaniel: Welcome, Mr. Wehali. I have to say it's a pleasure to have you back in action here in the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: It sure...is.

Nightmare: Thank you, Jon. Brian.

Jon McDaniel: What are your intentions here tonight?

Nightmare: To help call what could be a great match up...provided these two stop acting like assclowns and actually put on a show.

Brian Rentfro: Assclowns? Maverick just won the REBEL Pro World Championship and Engel hasn't lost a match since January.

Nightmare: That's because he hasn't faced me again.

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

Nightmare: What is he Blazenwing's roommate, now?

Brian Rentfro: He moved there to be closer to his family.

Nightmare: He should've stayed in Bermuda, retired and useless like another family I know.

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. 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.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from our nation's capital...

'I'll fuck yo ass up.
I'll fuck yo ass up. (Fuck 'em up son)
I'll fuck yo ass up. (Wu For Life)
I'll fuck yo ass up (Fuck em up!)
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I FUCK yo' ass up!'

Johnny springs from behind the curtain. He raises two defiant middle fingers as two blasts of red pyro burst behind him and he releases a savage roar.

'HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!
S.O.A.D., live and uncut!
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot!
BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style
Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!'

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet two inches and weighs in tonight at 200 pounds...

Johnny runs down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, standing quickly.

Eric Emerson: He is the Sadistic Sex Symbol, and one half of the current PWA Tag Team Champions... HE IS JOHNNY MAVERICK!!

'Lasers and blazers
Hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid
Let's get together'

Johnny releases another roar before he heads over to a corner. He sits atop the top turnbuckle casually and stares down his opponent.

Jon McDaniel: Here we go folks. Both men have been proven superstars in the PWA for quite some time, and have never met in these circumstances.

Brian Rentfro: I don't think Maverick is in the same league with Engel, but this should be an interesting match.

Nightmare: Stop kissing Engel's ass, Brian.

DING DING!

Maverick and Engel circle each other in the ring, studying each other's movements. Maverick is still worn down from his brutalizing victory on Friday night, but is managing to keep pace. Engel and Maverick lock horns but Engel quickly brings his right knee to Maverick's stomch. Engel strikes again with a chop to the chest, receiving a proper response from the crowd. Engel goes elbow to knee to an uppercut, reeling Maverick back into the turnbuckles. Engel charges and tries to crush Maverick with a clothesline, but Maverick ducks out of the way. Maverick nails Engel with a roundhouse and knocks Engel into the corner himself. Maverick assaults Engel with knee strikes, and connects one good time with Engel's jaw. Engel stumbles out of the corner holding onto the top rope, but Maverick clips Engel's left knee from behind, taking Engel down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Ouch, that's definitely Engel's weak knee.

Brian Rentfro: Which is still better than Johnny's strong knee.

Nightmare: I doubt that. Maverick is staying smart and pinpointing Engel's weaknesses. Something he couldn't do with me.

Maverick stomps Engel on the mat a few times. Maverick brings Engel up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Maverick doubles over, but Engel reacts on the return with a swift kick to Maverick's chest. Maverick stands back up, holding his chest, and Engel quickly nails Maverick with a dropkick. Maverick gets knocked down to the mat and Engel flies into the ropes. Engel leaps off the middle rope, moonsaulting, and connects with a double foot stomp right on Maverick's chest.

Brian Rentfro: High Voltage! Engel is trying to keep Maverick out of breath with three tough attacks in a row to his chest.

Jon McDaniel: Engel tries for a cover!

Nightmare: That's not gonna get it done.

1...

2..

Kick out!

The first pin attempt of the evening is unsuccessful as Maverick kicks out right after two. Engel brings Mav to his feet, but Mav breaks away and nails Engel in the gut with a toe kick. Mav brings Engel down to a knee with a double axe handle to the back. Mav goes to the ropes and springboards off, nailing Engel with the Tony Jaa!

Jon McDaniel: And Engel's down!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Matt!

Nightmare: (mocking) 'Come on Matt!' Engel should have seen that coming.

Maverick quickly covers Engel, hoping for the surprise upset here.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Mav slaps the mat in frustration as Engel kicks out at the last second, still trying to gasp for air after the knee strike to the throat. Mav pulls Engel up to his feet, bruising him with forearm smashes to the head and another gut-crushing knee strike. With Engel doubled over, Mav puts Engel's head between his legs, hooking both of Engel's arms. Mav tries to go for his Oops I Broke Him move, but Engel slips out of the double underhook and lifts Mav up and over him. Mav crashes behind Engel on his back as the fans go into an uproar, enjoying heavily these two titans of wrestling going at it. Engel crashes on Mav with a knee drop to the forehead. Engel keeps Mav down with a few stomps to the chest.

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Engel is going to the top rope! This is over, gents!

Nightmare: Not if Johnny has anything to say about it, he's getting to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Engel's on the top rope now and Johnny doesn't know where he is!

Engel leaps off and nails Johnny with a flipping missile dropkick right to the chest! It sends Johnny to the other side of the ring. Engel landed awkwardly, but gets up to his feet as quickly as he can. He walks over to Mav and nails him with a right hook to the face. He pulls Mav up to his feet and shoves him in the corner. Engel hops to the second rope and begins to punch Mav relentlessly with his right hand. Then Engel switches it to his left, but Mav's had enough as he picks Engel up to his shoulders and nails him with a falling powerbomb!

Jon McDaniel: What a reversal by Johnny Maverick!

Brian Rentfro: He got lucky there, Jon.

Nightmare: No he didn't, he took advantage of Engel's hesitation and made him pay for it.

Johnny crawls over to Engel and drapes his arm over him, still showing his fatigue from his match on Friday night.

1..

2..

Kick out!

Engel kicks out right after the two. Mav is trying to get to his feet and Engel is using the ropes. Both men reach their feet at the same time. Both men go for a right punch and connect at the same time! They both stagger back. Engel goes forward first and nails Johnny with a superman punch, knocking Johnny into the ropes. Engel charges and clotheslines Mav over the top rope! Mav crashes to the outside, hitting the floor hard and rolling into the barricade. Engel climbs out of the ring and stalks Johnny who's trying to get up to his feet. Engel grabs Johnny by the hair and slams him face-first into the barricade. The referee begins the count.

Cross: 1!

Engel gets Mav up to his feet, but Mav fires with an uppercut. Mav gives Engel a kick to his left leg and then clotheslines Matt to the ground.

Cross: 2!

Jon McDaniel: Come on guys, you can't win this out of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: No kidding, Jon.

Nightmare: Let'em destroy each other and render themselves useless for Who's The Man?!.

Brian Rentfro: I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?

Nightmare shoots Brian a mean look and Brian - of course - cowers in fear.

Cross: 3!

Mav throws Engel into the steel steps shoulder first. He gives Engel a few stomps to the stomach. Mav tries to go for the ABM on the steel steps, but Engel breaks free and punches Maverick right in the throat. Engel lands a roundhouse on Maverick and then slams Maverick face-first onto the steel steps!

Cross: 4!

Engel rolls Mav back into the ring, wanting to finish the match a proper way. Engel climbs to the apron as Mav jumps to his feet. Mav swings at Engel but Engel ducks underneath, giving Mav a shoulder thrust to the stomach between the ropes. Mav is doubled over and Engel uses the ropes to connect with a sunset flip pin. He holds it as Cross hits the mat.

1....

2....

3 -- NO! KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: We almost had a winner there!

Brian Rentfro: Oh come on! That was 3!

Nightmare: That was certainly very close.

Engel gets up to his feet as Mav gets to a knee. Engel delivers a kick to the ribs of Mav. Engel stomps on Mav a few times again, and then brings him to his feet. Engel sends Mav to the ropes. Mav bounces back and gets taken for a ride via a tilt-a-whirl slam from Engel. Engel goes for another pin attempt, hooking the leg.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Maverick is certainly showing how tough this is, but if this goes on...he's not gonna be able to make it.

Brian Rentfro: Maverick shouldn't have even showed up tonight. He must be hurting a lot from his REBEL Pro match.

Nightmare: That's what Maverick signed up for. At least he's here, doing his job.

Engel tries to bring Maverick up to his feet but Maverick fights Engel off with a jawbreaker! Engel stumbles back and Maverick connects with a high-knee to the face knocking Engel down.

Jon McDaniel: And Maverick counters yet again, he's not giving up!

Nightmare: His chance of being a PWA World Champion is on the line, Jon. Would you?

Brian Rentfro: Yes he would.

Mav gives Engel a few kicks to the stomach, then brings him to his feet. Mav whips Engel hard into the turnbuckles. Engel crashes hard and remains in the turnbuckles, but Maverick charges and tries to go for a corkscrew spear.

Jon McDaniel: BARREL ROLL!

But at the last second, Engel dodges the spear attempt and Maverick crashes into the ring post. Maverick backs out of the corner holding his right shoulder in immense pain. Engel drops Maverick on his head with a fisherman's DDT. Engel climbs to the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Do it Matt! Euthanize him!

Nightmare: Maverick took a big risk there and it didn't pay off, now we just might have a winner.

Engel leaps off and connects with the Euthanasia. He remains on top of Maverick as the arena goes quiet for a moment.

1...

2...

3!!

DING DING DING!!!

The crowd has a mixed reaction, some booing and some cheering. Engel rises to his feet.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and advancing to the semi-finals of the Who's The Man!? tournament... MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL!!!!

Engel has his right arm raised high by Dwayne Cross.

Nightmare: Well, good for him. I assure if you Hunter Sullivan hadn't gotten involved in my match last week, that would be me standing with my arm raised.

Brian Rentfro: Uh, yeah.

Jon McDaniel: Regardless, Matthew Engel has earned his way to the semi-finals of the most prestigious singles tournament in the PWA and he's one step closer to being a four-time World Champion.

Maverick rolls out of the ring, holding his stomach.

Nightmare: It's been fun.

Nightmare drops his headset, circling around the ring. He says a few choice words with Matthew Engel, and then heads up the rampway. Maverick follows shortly after, and Engel does too with a wide smile on his face.

Jethro's Last Words


The camera cuts backstage where Jethro Hayes is walking down the hallway, dufflebag over one shoulder, and Nicole standing beside him. Nicole and Jethro are talking as they walk down the allway and to Jethro's room, but Lean Bean Miller steps out from around a corner and his eyes light up in anticipation. Jethro looks up and urges Nicole to go on into his room as he is fixing to be acossted for a few words.

LBM: "Jethro..."

Jethro holds up a hand in greeting.

LBM: "Do you have any words before your match tonight against Matt Stone?"

Jethro nods as he leans down.

Jethro: "What Matthew said is partly true. I do say points over and over, but see it is hard to get information into people with skulls as thick as mine, believe me I should know. The only to do that is to repeat yourself over and over, but I guess Matt Stone's head is a bit too thick or maybe its his ego that won't let the truth into his skull."

Jethro shrugs.

LBM: "What about his making you submit back in October of 2010?"

Jethro smiles.

Jethro: "I was hoping you'd ask. See, I remember that night well and there has only been one person that I submitted to in this business and it wasn't Matt Stone."

He shrugs next to Lean Bean Miller.

Jethro: "Or I had thought so, but just in case he was right I went back and checked..."

He smirks.

"Guess what Lean Bean..."

LBM: "What Jethro?"

Jethro: "I was right. See, I never submitted to Matt Stone's little sharpshooter, but he did beat me... just not fair and square. But I'm not expecting fair and square, especially not tonight. However, let me get back to the point, the reason he beat me is because of some punk that I ran out of PWA, Blake Whitcroft. Blake had ran into the ring and nailed me with a steel chair, knocking me out cold, and Matt took advantage of that fact."

He shrugs.

"But a win is a win, however tainted it may be. But this time Lean Bean, like he said, the stakes are just a bit higher."

He points to his skull.

"That is a little stronger and there is no Blake Whitcroft to help him along with a win."

Jethro adjusts the bag on his shoulder.

Jethro: "I'll show you what I mean inside that ring tonight Lean Bean, it won't be so easy as he makes it out to be. If I do lose, he'll know that he was in for one damn fight of his life. If he beats me, then he'll will have definitely earned his spot in the Semi-finals of Who's The Man?"

He looks into the camera as though staring at Matt Stone himself.

"You want to pledge to hurt Nicole after what happened between you and Duff..."

He chuckles.

"I beg you to try because if something does happen to her Stone... I'll turn you every which way... but loose."

He waits.

"See you in the ring asshole, the times for words are over, action is fixing to speak much louder than any word ever could."

Jethro turns, opens his door, and walks in, allowing it to shut firmly behind him. Lean Bean turns to follow Jethro and the scene fades.

Xan Vaxman & Duff vs. Might & Magic

Special Tag-Team Match


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 by the reigning PWA Television Champion, the Phoenix, they are Might and Magic!”

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

Brian Rentfro: “Of course, he’s the television champion, he should be on television!”

As “Sober” by Tool plays throughout the arena Might and Magic make their way down to the ring accompanied by the television champion, 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, first he is the reigning Grizzly Beer Champion, weighing in at 222 pounds, this is Xan Vaxman!”

"Shut me up" by Mindless Self Indulgence played throughout the arena and Xan came out holding up his GB title. He walked down the tamp and saw the three men standing in the ring. Phoenix was standing on the bottom rope calling for Xan to get in the ring, but Xan just shook his head.

Eric Emerson: “His partner, and the PWA Intercontinental Champion, he weighs in at 275 pounds and stands six feet, seven inches tall. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Duff Côte d`Ivoire!”

"Slaughterama" by GWAR plays and Duff comes out from the back and the crowd cheered for their Intercontinental champion. Xan looks over his shoulder with a confident smirk on his face. Duff walks up beside Xan as referee Daniel Davis politely asks Phoenix to vacate the ring which the television champion does. Duff and Xan get on the apron and proceed to have a game of rock, paper scissors. After a few ties, Xan fails to account for Duff’s theory that nothing can beat rock and foolishly selects scissors, only to lose in one of the most watched games of RPS ever! Due to his victory, Duff elects to start the match and to try and out do the size of Duff, M&M strategically select Moke Doshky to start for their team

Brian Rentfro: “Looks like the two big men are starting this match up”

Jon McDaniel: “This should be a great matchup!”

With the sound of the bell going off, both Duff and Moke step to the center of the ring and stare at each other, Moke looking down at Duff with a grin on his face. Duff takes a step back and swings a right hand at Moke, hitting him in the face and the big man just stares back at him. Duff swings again, this time Moke blocks it and quickly dashes his forehead down and connects with Duff’s skull, knocking him down on the mat. At this time, Phoenix has wondered over and is standing about five feet away from Xan Vaxman shouting at the ring.

The Phoenix: “Take that, you asshole!”

Xan Vaxman: “Shut the fuck up!”

Brian Rentfro: “Xan should be paying attention to the match, not to the television champion”

Jon McDaniel: “Phoenix shouldn’t even be out there!”

Duff get’s back to his feet and Moke grabs the back of his head and tosses him into his own corner with the Dragon. Moke runs in and jumps, hitting Duff with an Avalanche. Moke tags in the Dragon and grabs Duff, locking his arms and backing up a bit, lifting him in the air with a double chicken wing while Dragon climbs the turnbuckle. Dragon leaps off the turnbuckle and hits Duff with a double Axe Handle! Moke gets out of the ring and Dragon goes for a cover on Duff

1!

2!

Kick out!

Duff shoots the outside shoulder up and the match continues. Dragon, not looking to allow Duff any momentum picks him up and knees him in the stomach, doubling him over and runs at the ropes, hitting Duff in the side of the head with a dropkick! Dragon get’s to his feet quickly and sees Duff getting up as well. Dragon hits the ropes again and runs back at Duff, who sees him coming and raises his right foot to connect with the skull of the Dragon!

Jon McDaniel: “What a shot!”

Duff goes over and tags in Xan Vaxman, who is more that happy to get in the ring with a downed Dragon. Xan get’s right down on the mat, his face inches away from the Dragon’s

Xan Vaxman: “Show me some magic now! Hocus Pokus, right?”

Xan lifts Dragon to a sitting position and locks in a reverse chin lock, grinding on Dragon’s neck. Xan holds the hold on for a few seconds before the Dragon starts to fight to his feet. He elbow Xan twice in the gut and goes for a third one, but Xan beats him to the blow and raises his knee into the gut of the Dragon. Dragon coughs out and Xan ducks behind him and lifts him up in the air for a high angle backdrop. Xan get’s to his feet after delivering the move and starts to stomp on the Dragon. With a smirk on his face he walks over to Moke and laughs at him.

Xan Vaxman: “Where’s your might now? Show me your might!”

Xan turns back around to see The Dragon up and quickly leaping in the air, connecting with Xan’s jaw with a spinning kick. Xan get’s knocked down, but get’s up in time to see Dragon roll over and tag in Moke.

Xan Vaxman: “Oh Fuck…”

The Phoenix: “Now you’ll get it son!”

Moke get’s in the ring and Xan instantly charges him, going for forearm shots to his back, kicks to the midsection, any offensive stroke he could connect with, but he’s shoved back by Moke with one hand. Xan get’s back on the attack and is shoved back a second time as Moke get’s in the ring. Xan charges a third time and is stopped short when Moke reaches out and grabs his throat. With one hand Moke lifts Xan up in the air, takes two steps towards the center of the ring and drives him down to the canvas with a choke slam! Xan writhes in pain on the mat as Moke raises his arm in the air to the displeasure of the crowd. Duff starts slapping the corner, trying to get Xan to come make the tag. Xan stumbles to his feet and his grabbed again by Moke, who lifts him up and places him on his shoulder. Moke backs back up to his corner and charges forward a few steps and slams Xan down to the mat with a powerful power slam! Moke stays ontop of Xan for the cover.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Brian Rentfro: “That was close!”

Xan did manage to get the shoulder up at the last second and the crowd cheered.

Phoenix: “Lucky break, do it again!”

Moke heard the instructions from the television Champion and picked Xan up by the back of the head and lifted him up on his shoulders for a second time. Xan, feeling De Ja Vu reached down and raked the eyes of Moke and slid down his back. Xan quickly fired a back elbow at the Dragon and knocked him off the apron, then got on the middle rope. Moke turned around and Xan grabbed his head in a front chancery, leaping out of the corner and hitting Moke with a tornado DDT! Rather than go for a cover, Xan crawled over and tagged in Duff.

Jon McDaniel: “Business is about to pick up!”

Brian Rentfro: “Don’t say that again”

Duff comes in and Moke is getting to his feet holding his head. Duff throws a few punches at Moke and rocks the big man, then hits the ropes and hits Moke with a flying clothesline, knocking him down on the mat! Duff get’s back to his feet a step faster than Moke and grabs his head, swinging from left to right and drops him on the mat with a swinging neck breaker! Moke is slower to start to get up while Duff is standing once again. Duff grabs the man around the waist and lifts him up high, but can’t sustain the hold for long and is barely able to spin him and plant him with a huge Gut wrench Power bomb!

Jon McDaniel: “Oh my god!”

Brian: “That was impressive”

Duff get’s up and tags Xan back into the match. Xan get’s in and looks over at Duff and nods. Duff get’s on the other side of Moke and they both look across at each other. The both stick their arms outward and start to crabwalk towards the center of the ring where Moke is laying face up, slowly bringing their arms up and over their heads. They both stop, raise their outside legs and separate their arms before bending at the waist and joining their index fingers overtop of Moke before they both drop down and deliver simultaneous elbow drops to the crowd’s delight. Xan immediately goes for the cover and Duff stands between The Dragon and the action, leaving him at bay.

1!

2!

3…No!

Moke kicks out at the last second and Davis wastes no time in telling Duff he has to get out of the ring, and while he’s doing that the Dragon get’s in the ring and grabs his right arm in a hammerlock, bringing him backwards and over his head nailing him with the Dragonwing Suplex! Dragon rolls out of the ring as Davis ushers out Duff and turns to see both men down on the mat. Moke is the fresher of the two and starts to get to his feet. Xan is holding his back as he starts to get up, Moke comes over and wraps his large hand around the skull of the Grizzly Beer champion, getting him in the Iron Claw! Xan drops to one knee immediately as the pressure of Moke’s hand is crushing his skull. Davis walks around Moke’s large frame to get a better view and in the process Xan brings his right arm up and gives Moke a low blow!

Brian Rentfro: “How did the ref miss that?”

Jon McDaniel: “Have you seen the size of Moke?”

Moke released the hold and fell to one knee. Xan fell back and looked over at Duff, knowing he needed to make a tag. Phoenix saw Xan coming closer and got on the apron only to be swatted immediately by Duff. Phoenix fell back and hit the barricade, but Duff wasn’t done there. Duff got off the apron and approached Phoenix, who was backing away. Duff was getting closer to the television champion, but at this time Xan had made it to his corner only to see there was no one to tag. On the other side of the ring, Moke tagged in the Dragon. Moke then turned around with a glare in his eyes and grabbed Xan by the arm and pulled him closer, lifting him up high in the air. Dragon was standing about four feet away and Moke tossed Xan towards his partner who leapt in the air and grabbed Xan’s head for the Arockalypse! Dragon hooked Xan’s leg and Duff turned around a little too late as he slid in the ring, but was blocked by Moke.

1!

2!

3!

The bell rung and Might and Magic won the match, advancing to Who’s the Man to face the tag team champions, but that wasn’t the end of the action. Duff tried to get to Xan to help him up but was grabbed by Moke with a vicious sidewalk slam. The crowd booed as Dragon got up and the two of them started stomping on the prone Intercontinental champion. Phoenix got in the ring and cheered them on as they beat down Duff. The crowd started to cheer as Ash Nukem and Johnny Maverick came from the back each wielding a steel chair. They slid in the ring, Johnny hitting Dragon between the eyes who had turned around and Ash connecting with Moke’s back. Moke turned around and Ash’s eyes widened a bit, but Johnny on the spot swung and hit Moke in the head with the chair, then Ash hit Moke in the head and the big man fell backwards and out of the ring. That left Phoenix in the ring with the Tag Team Champions. Ash threw his chair at Phoenix who side stepped it, but Phoenix turned right into a shot from Johnny’s chair! Phoenix fell down to the mat and quicker than Sonic could collect 10 gold rings Ash Nukem was atop the turnbuckle. Ash stared down at Phoenix and dove off the ropes, elbow first, connecting with the heart of the television champion!

Jon McDaniel: “A devastating elbow drop from Ash Nukem!”

Brian Rentfro: “I think Ash just used a cheat code and stole Phoenix’s move!”

Jon McDaniel: “Oh my, you’re right. The Ashes from Ash! Amazing!”

Brian Rentfro: “When Phoenix comes to, it’ll be Game Over for Ash for that one!”

Jon McDaniel: “Never say that again”

Phoenix was pulled out of the ring by the Dragon and M&M&P slowly left the ringside area leaving the A.S.S.H.O.L.E.S in the ring, Xan looking over at Duff for a moment before joining the other three in staring at the new Tag Team Title challengers.

Dos Caras vs Lucious Starr

Who’s The Man!? Quarter Finals Match #2


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, as is a Who’s The Man!? Qualifying match!

As Emerson introduces Lucious Starr and Mark Zout, we listen in on the commentary by our announcers.

Jon McDaniel: We now know that Matthew Engel has advanced over the current Rebel Pro Champion, Johnny Maverick.

Brian Rentfro: Very fitting! Maverick’s been dipping his ‘rick’ everywhere, and I don’t want him having our esteemed world title if he’s not going to be focused here.

Jon McDaniel: Maverick is doing what few others would do, spread his ability to the four corners of the AOWF, that’s something special!

Brian Rentfro: Spread, yeah, he spreads alright! And he’s also our current Tag champ. If there’s any spreading, spread the love, spread the titles! Maverick can defend his tag belt, and be Rebel champ, but he won’t be PWA’s Franchise, and I’m glad of it!

Jon McDaniel: Your opinion’s noted. But as I was trying to get too, now we have one of the four finalists named, now we’re going to find out another. Lucious Starr goes against Dos Caras for the next bracket spot.

Brian Rentfro: Another potential sleeper match I’m going to nap through.

As Brian quips, the referee has checked both opponents and called for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Collar and elbow tie up, Lucious with a side headlock, Dos with a sidewalk slam to counter. Dos hooks the leg.

One...

Tw—

Lucious kicks out easily enough to prevent Dos from advancing!

Jon McDaniel: Dos going for a quick cover there.

Brian Rentfro: He had better try to get a surprise victory! Though, quick 1-2-3 matches for no good reason bothers the shit out of me!

Jon McDaniel: Huh!? Anyway, the reason he should hurry is he’s already pissed off Mark Zout to no end and you know Zout’s in the building!

Dos pulls Lucious back to his feet, knife edge chop, boot to the midsection, swinging neck breaker and Lucious is sent back down to the canvas. Dos with a leg drop across the back of his neck before getting back to a vertical base. Dos grabs the wrist of Lucious, Irish whip into the corner; Lucious reverses. Lucious follows in quickly with a clothesline that nearly topples Dos over the corner and to the outside. Dos with a right hand, but Lucious ducks under the blow, arm bar down to the canvas, but Dos is in the ropes quickly and the hold is broken. Lucious releases it immediately in favor of a stomp to the back of Dos's skull. The referee quickly begins the mandatory five count and Lucious pays no attention to the man counting. However when he reaches four, Lucious stops the stomping bending down to pull Dos back up. Dos is on his knees in front of Lucious, right hand from Lucious sends Dos's head backwards, Lucious with a sadistic smile on his face.

Jon McDaniel: Lucious with something to prove here Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Do you think? His world title reign was mocked to shit. He’s been in it with Raizzor for months, and barely can keep from looking like the PWA’s assclown!

Lucious hooks Dos's head under his arm, grabs the tights and lifts him into the air for a vertical suplex. Lucious is holding him there when Dos begins to turn in his grasp, falls behind Lucious, inverted DDT on the canvas. Dos with a quick cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--

NO!

Lucious able to gain his wits quick enough to kick out. Dos up quickly, wanting to keep on the attack here, he pulls Lucious up a bit. Behind him quickly locking in a cobra clutch, paying special attention to the lower back of Lucious, Dos jumps up, sitting down driving Lucious face first into the canvas with a cobra clutch bulldog. However, Dos isn't through yet as he is off of Lucious bringing down a boot onto the back of Lucious' head. The referee is there to prevent Dos from going ballistic like Lucious did only moments before. As Dos is pulling Lucious back up to his feet, Lucious throws a right hand into Dos's midsection halting anymore offense for the meantime. Lucious with another quick jab, and a third. Dos releases the hold on Lucious’ head as Lucious takes him down with a Lou Thesz press. Lucious is throwing right fists into Dos's face, but for his part, Dos rolls to the right sending Lucious on his back. Dos with a few closed fists of his own here but Lucious quickly rolls him over and the two are in the ropes, but they are still throwing punches like crazy.

Jon McDaniel: This has turned into a brawl.

Brian Rentfro: And the ref knows what’s at stake, and is letting these two decide it amongst themselves.

Lucious up, but falls back down quickly with a knee to the ribs of Dos, who gasps in pain, grunting to emphasize the pain. Lucious pulls his opponent up, Irish whip into the ropes, Dos returns, elevated spine buster which causes Dos's shoulders to absorb much of the impact. Lucious hooks the leg and makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--

NO!

Dos kicks out with some authority, but one can tell it cost him as he winces. Lucious throws him into the corner, shoulder tackle bends Dos over at the waist. Lucious lifts him up to the top turnbuckle and it looks like Lucious is going for a top rope suplex. Lucious lifts Dos up in an electric chair position, Dos being on his shoulders, then takes hold of Dos and pulls him over his shoulder and down to the mat while falling to a sit out position so that Dos lands on his upper back and neck between Lucious’ legs; the referee is there to count another pin.

One...

Two...

Thr--Somehow Dos rolls up his shoulders!

Jon McDaniel: Close falls here in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Oh yeah, let me tell you I am so excited right now, I can barely contain myself.

Lucious can't believe it, his open mouth shows the shock that he is undoubtedly feeling at the moment. He gets up, pulling Dos along with him as the crowd is really getting into this match. Lucious with a forearm shot to the back of Dos's neck, Dos with a right jab to Lucious’ ribs. The hold on his head is loosened, a second jab this one to the midsection and the hold is dropped. A short arm clothesline nearly topples Lucious over, but Dos catches him quickly, boot to the midsection, front face lock, Dos falls to a knee driving Lucious’ face onto the upturned knee with a front face lock DDT. He throws Lucious to the side before climbing up top; looking down he sizes up Lucious and jumps landing a leg drop across Lucious’ face. Leg hook and a pin.

One...

Two..

Lucious rolls a shoulder up and the match continues. Dos kneels down on one knee and simultaneously grabs hold of one of Lucious’ thighs with one arm and one of Lucious’ arms with his other arm. He then pulls Lucious on his shoulders and then rises up slightly, using the motion to push Lucious off his shoulders, flipping him to the mat onto his back. Another cover, but as the ref drops with his back to the ropes, Mark Zout comes out from under the ring and pulls Lucious’ foot onto the ropes.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, DOS CARAS!

Brian Rentfro: Dos wins! Dos goes on to face Engel in the semi finals of the tournament!

Jon McDaniel: But Zout put Lucious’ foot on the ropes, and now the ref is noticing it!

Brian Rentfro: So what!? He called the match, he has to stand by his decision.

Jon McDaniel: I’d agree, but it seems that the referee is having other ideas! He’s informing Dos that he’s going to restart the match.

Brian Rentfro: That’s absolute… wait, look! It’s Raizzor!

From the other side of the ring from the crowd appears Raizzor, and he slides into the ring as Lucious Starr starts to stand. Raizzor grabs Starr by the throat and as he raises Starr in the air, the ref with his back turned calls for the bell to ring. Dos’s eyes are wide, as he’s trying to stop the ref, and just as the ref turns towards the center, Raizzor slams Lucious Starr into the canvas with a resounding crash! Dos throws his hands in the air in shock and anger, as the referee turns and calls for the bell again!

DING! DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: What the hell!?

As the ref and Emerson talk, Dos turns and looks to Zout, blaming him and Zout rushes the ring and the two men begin to brawl heatedly. In the meantime, Raizzor offers a slight grin towards Starr, who amazingly gets up rather quickly and gives Raizzor the finger. Raizzor charges and those two begin to brawl. Starr holds his own, in fact, he puts Raizzor into the corner and begins knocking the larger man down, rage fueling him for the loss he almost took due to Raizzor. Zout and Dos tumble out of the ring as Raizzor shoves Starr away and as Lucious comes in for the attack, he eats the big boot and as he crumbles, Raizzor bounces off the ropes with the Guillotine Leg Drop. Raizzor drops to his chest and we hear him say.

Raizzor: See you in two weeks.

Raizzor rolls from the ring as Emerson announces.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed that due to interference, the winner of this match, going forward in the Who’s The Man!? Tournament. …. LUCIOUS STARR!

Brian Rentfro: Wow!

Jon McDaniel: If Raizzor’s plan was to stop Starr, it failed. But if his plan is to devastate Starr before he can fight in the semi-finals… he succeeded! Those two are destined to meet on a night where Lucious Starr may be fighting in three matches!

Brian Rentfro: So, in essence, Raizzor will destroy Starr by putting him through hell, not once, but twice maybe three times in a night? Starr is in for it.

Jon McDaniel: And Zout and Dos are still going at it on the ramp! The rage between these two are just as deep and scaring!

Suddenly the second Dos Caras comes out, and they begin to double team Mark Zout!

Brian Rentfro: Two for the price of one, now Zout’s paying the devil!

‘Come with Me’ suddenly starts and Chamelion hops out on crutches as security rushes by him to break the men up.

Chamelion: I’ve had enough. Zout, I told you this week if you lost you’d be on probation. However, considering Dos there.. or there… cost you your match, I wasn’t going to punish you. But since you returned the favor here, allowing Starr to advance, I’m going through with it. You’re on probation and it ends at Who’s The Man, either with you fired or you going forth with a clean slate. But what’s going on is this, you’re involved with two Caras twins, can’t have that be unfair, right? So you face one of those two Caras twins next week in a singles match. You win, you pick your partner for the tag match, but if he wins, he chooses for you. GOT IT!?

Security keeps the three men apart, but Zout swears loudly towards Chamelion that the deal isn’t fair. Chamelion just shrugs and hops backstage as we go to a break.

The Man with the Plan


The camera comes in to see Matt Stone and Katrina sitting on a couch backstage. They’ve just watched the Starr/Cara match.

Matt: “So Starr advances…good for him. That’s what I was talking about Katrina, doing whatever it takes to advance. That’s what I have to do tonight against Jethro. You remember the plan, right?”

Katrina: “Yeah, but I’m not sure I agree with it.”

Matt: “I didn’t ask you if you agreed, I asked you if you remembered.”

Katrina nods and Stone stands up from the couch.

Matt: “I’m going to get ready, meet me back here. Just think about what you have to do, you’ll be rewarded for it, don’t worry”

Stone winks and Katrina blushes a bit and nods.

Katrina: “Okay”

Matt opened the door and walks out of the room, the camera closing in on Katrina who is looking up at the ceiling obviously thinking of something, a smile on her face.

Tragedy


We cut to a scene backstage of Xan Vaxman, he is standing there gripping his cell phone in one hand and Grizzly beer title in the other. His head is hung low and his posture is slumped, this is not the same man the PWA has come to know.

"I just received a call. I can't do this anymore..."

Looking to the camera we can see that he has a look of shock and horror on his face. He seems like he wants to scream, or cry, it's hard to tell which.

"Well I was in that ring, wrestling, there was a head-on collision. The driver of a eighteen wheeler had fallen asleep at the wheel..."

He paused, taking a large gulp as he forced himself to say his next words.

"In the other car was my wife."

turning away from the camera he leaned on a supply crate as he continued.

"She was one of my two greatest inspirations to me to fallow this dream of mine. I can't do this anymore. I have to go home. I have to tend to my only inspiration left. My son needs me."

He reached back and handed the Grizzly Beer title to the camera man

"Tell Mark Sommers that effective immediately i am no longer the Grizzly Beer Champion and am requesting my contractual release from the PWA. He'll be happy to hear the good news."

Without any further words Xan Vaxman walked down the hall and into the proverbial sunset that took it's form in the exit doors.

Cody Bogard vs Marxx

Who’s The Man!? Quarter Finals Match #3


The match begins with Bogard and Marxx circling the ring, each one measuring up his opponent. The two men lurch forward, locking up in a collar-and-elbow. Marxx takes the upper hand here, twisting Bogard enough to send him off with an irish whip, Bogard rebounding. Marxx jumps up for a high knee, but Bogard shuffles aside and grabs Marxx’s arm. He twists it into a chicken wing, wrapping his other arm around Marxx’s waist and lifting him with a unique chicken-wing suplex. He releases the hold, Marxx hitting the mat and rolling into the ropes as Cody kicks up with some breakdancing move. He stares at Marxx, who nods as he gets to his feet. Again they lock up, this time in a test of strength. Bogard manages to get the upper hand this time, forcing Marxx a step or two back. However, Marxx has this much planned as he suddenly springs up, flipping up and over Bogard, their hands still locked. Marxx corkscrews in mid-air, placing Cody in a straight jacket position, before shoving the The Crisis Ace across the ring. Cody fires back, pouncing off the ropes as he launches himself into a flying clothesline, but the Marxx counters with an arm drag. Cody rolls up, lurching forward as he attempts a tackle. Marxx dodges, spinning on his heels as Cody twists, finding himself planted with a vicious neckbreaker. Marxx goes for the cover, Cody kicking out at 1 1/2. Marxx rolls off, Cody getting to one knee as he stares down his foe. The crowd erupts in cheers of “Marxx" and “Bogard”, the two men applauding each other.


Jon McDaniel: You see that? Even in the middle of a match, they give each other their due. What sportsmanship. What respect.


Brian Rentfro: What a load of crap. Come on, this is a wrestling match! Beat each other up!


Cody and Marxx circle each other, each one waiting for the other to make the first move. Marxx fakes a move, causing Cody to lurch forward with a kick. Marxx sidesteps and grabs his foot, twisting Bogard into an ankle lock... no, Cody keeps his momentum up, spinning up into an enziguri to Marxx. Marxx stumbles a bit, freeing Cody’s leg for a quick kick to the side of the gut, the Marxx reeling. Cody spins, quickly shooting a foot out for a picture perfect spinning roundhouse... but is stopped as Marxx ducks under, quickly throwing his arms around a prone Cody Bogard and lifting him into a single german suplex. Marxx keeps a bridge, attempting a pin.


1!
2!
Kick out at 2 1/4.


Brian Rentfro: Marxx almost had it there! Cody Bogard barely staying in this one!


Jon McDaniel: Bogard is showing some heart here, Brian, and Marxx knows this. The faster Marxx puts Cody away, the quicker Marxx secures his place in the finals. However, The Crisis Ace could lock in a win if he can stay resilient and overwhelm Marxx.


Marxx “helps” Bogard to his feet, locking him into a side headlock. Cody quickly twists out, shoving Marxx into the ropes. Marxx comes off, looking for a lariat. Bogard ducks underneath, spinning around as Marxx rebounds. Bogard jumps, finding air as Marxx holds the ropes, causing Bogard to dropkick air. Marxx pounces off the ropes, nailing a moonsault. However, Bogard uses Marxx’s own momentum to roll him into a pin, Marxx caught off-guard.


1!
2!
Kickout at 2 1/2.


Marxx gets to one knee as Bogard is on his feet, holding his gut with one hand while holding up his index finger and thumb as to say “this close”. Marxx shakes it off, stalking towards Bogard as Cody slowly removes his arm from his stomach. Marxx throws a right hook, but Bogard stops it and throws a right jab of his own. Marxx stumbles back a step, but stops a left hook from Bogard as he fires his own uppercut. This time Bogard falls back, Marxx following up with a dropkick that sends Bogard into a corner. Marxx charges up, looking for a shoulder block... but meets the ringpost! Bogard uses the ropes to pull himself back into the corner, using Marxx as a springboard to find himself atop the turnbuckle. Marxx starts out of the corner, Bogard jumping out with a moonsault to Marxx! Cover!


1!
2!
3! NO!


Jon McDaniel: Nice move there by Cody, capitalizing on Marxx’s new shoulder injury. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite enough to put Marxx to bed.


Brian Rentfro: Marxx is hurt, but he’s come back from worse. He can still win this thing!


Jon McDaniel: True, Brian. Very True.


Crowd: “Marxx!” “BOGARD!" “MARXX!” “BOGARD!” “MARXX!” “BOGARD!”


Cody stands back, stalking Marxx as he rises to his feet. Bogard gets a running start, launching himself through the air...


Jon McDaniel: Was that a corkscrew?


Brian Rentfro: BARREL ROLL! BARREL ROLL!!


Cody shoots for his corkscrew spear finisher... BUT NO!! Marxx, in what can only be instinctive resilience, manages to dodge the move last second, causing Cody to miss and roll up. He turns around... into a spear!! Marxx crashes through Bogard, both men finding themselves near incapacitated as they lay mere inches from each other. Referee Lance Weston begins to count the match, the crowd in shock.


1!


Brian Rentfro: It can’t end this way, can it?!


2!


Jon McDaniel: I think it could, potentially.


3!


Jon McDaniel: Marxx and Bogard could both be eliminated from the tournament right here!


4!


Brian Rentfro: Oh, god no!!


5!


Crowd: MARXX! MARXX! MARXX!

6!


Crowd: BOGARD! BOGARD! BOGARD!


7!


Jon McDaniel: No way! This is it!!


8!


Brian Rentfro: Wait! Marxx’s moving!


9!


Marxx inches over to Bogard, draping his arm over the Crisis Ace!


1!
2!
3!


Jon McDaniel: NO WAY!!!


Just a split second before Weston’s hand hits the mat, Cody throws a foot onto the ropes. Weston waves off the count, holding up a two. Marxx looks up, Weston confirming the two. Marxx drags himself to a corner, pulling himself up to the top turnbuckle. He looks to the crowd, who are cheering him on. Marxx jumps... NO!


Jon McDaniel: Bogard slides out of the ring just in time for Marxx to nail the mat, in a huge move!


Crowd: BOGARD! BOGARD!


Cody rolls back in, dragging Marxx back to his feet. He hooks Marxx from behind, grabbing his leg... KIKOSHO DRIVER!


1!
2!
3! NO!!!


Brian Rentfro: Marxx somehow kicking out of that one, and this match keeps going! Cody is looking desperate, and you can understand exactly why!!


Cody looks to the corner, then to the unconscious Marxx. He then walks to the corner, jumping to the top turnbuckle. He looks to the crowd, nodding as they roar in approval. Cody backflips off the turnbuckle, rotating twice around before landing with-


NO!!!


Jon McDaniel: WHAT IS THIS?!


Marxx, in a last ditch effort, jumps to his feet and grabs Cody, tossing him into the turnbuckle. He falls back as Cody finds himself tied to the corner, Marxx quickly jumping onto a turnbuckle.


Brian Rentfro: The end is near!! Anyone who knows Marxx knows exactly what he’s thinking here!!


Marxx flies off the top rope and catches Bogard! Marxx nails the shoulder block to finish his signature move, Cody collapsing to the mat. Bogard slowly gets to his feet, dazed and Marxx grabs him and BANG! MARXX OUT! MARXX OUT! The crowd goes NUTS as Marxx hooks both legs!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jon McDaniel: Spectacular finish to a spectacular match! The crowd loves it!

Brian Rentfro: Both men put on a great showing, but only one can stand with his head held up high. Sadly for us it's that french bastard Marxx.

Jon McDaniel: As they say Brian, merci beaucoup!

Brian Rentfro: I hope you get fired for that comment Jon. You gros tapette, la!

Jon McDaniel: What?!

Brian Rentfro: Nothing!

Marxx has his hand raised in the ring by ref and smiles.

Eric Emerson: Winner of this match by pinfall, MARXX!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx advances in a close match!

Brian Rentfro: It was... but I get this really odd feeling those two acted off a bit... almost as if.. they were other people!

Jon McDaniel just shakes his head as we go to a video package.

7 Days


The darkness dominates the screen slowly gives way to a gray expanse of swirling mist. From the void appears the form of a familiar robed figure. Following his passage our attention is momentarily ensnared by motion out of the corner of our left eye.

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
(Undead!)


The fog coalesces into black and white footage within a wrestling ring. A tall black-masked figure lifts his opponent overhead into an elevated power bomb(last ride) position before flinging him into the turnbuckles. The scene evaporates into the umbral gloom.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.


The cowled man continues his trek forward, occasionally slipping from our view, only to reappear moments later. A face seems to appear through the fog on our left.

Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty Deep, He's Down To Brawl
Fuck those haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
Boulevard,
Brass knuckles in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs- we never go far,
And when you see us motherfuckers,
better know who we are.


The mist hovering around the face reforms into another monochromatic scene. This time the masked grappler lashes his fist towards his adversary's throat, striking with a Samoan spike. As his hapless victim collapses to the cement he follows through with an Asian spike, viciously driving his opponent into unconsciousness. The scene dissolves away. The screaming face of the doomed wrestler lingering in the silent fog before fading away.

cI got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers who don't know what,
You better watch what you say.
From these industry fucks,
To these faggot ass punks,
You don't know what it takes,
To get this motherfucking truck.

I'm already loud maybe,
It's a little too late,
I'm taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am bad motherfucker and there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I am a bad motherfucker and its judgment day!


At last a beam of light punctures the dismal gloom, It's source is a doorway in the distance towards which the ebony cowled man presses. A sweep of fog rises before our eyes obliterating our vision.

I'm getting used to this nuisance,
And all the fags who bad mouth this music,
It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this,
You cowards can't, never will, don't even try to pursue it.
I took the chance, I played the pill, I nearly died for this music.


Our view resolves once more to the ring. The chiseled athletic form of the masked man drapes his opponent astride the top turnbuckle, he lifts the helpless man high into the air and holds him there for several moments before sending him crashing head first into the ringpost with a wicked brainbuster. The spectacle before us explodes into vapor, blowing away.

You make me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit,
Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch,
I heard the reason you got to beater to believe any of this,
You need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge,

What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
What? You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit?
Bitch. I've been working at this ever since I was a kid,
I played a million empty shows to only family and friends.


The robed man reaches the doorway, passing as the light highlights his burnished copper tanned chest. Our view pulls back, not through the fog but to the arena as we look upon the ADC-Tron. The lights above the ring glare unrelentingly brighter as a rumble of thunder is heard.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
See you drop when we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
Watch you fucker's just die, (die) (Undead!)


As "Undead" by Hollywood Undead concludes, the arena lights go out. A second later a bolt of lightning hits the stage, causing it to erupt in flames. Standing within the ring of fire is the cowled figure. He reaches up to pull back the black hood, revealing his masked features.

The man holds his arms out to his sides unfurling his cloak. He holds this position for a moment before bends forward sweeping his arms closed across himself. The lights cut out across the arena, as a moment later the four corners of the ring explode with electrical pyro. Upon the ADC-Tron is seen the message :

7 Days
The End is the Beginning is the End!!


meanwhile, a single spotlight shines down upon the center of the ring depicting the now familiar emblem.

Jethro Hayes vs Matt Stone

Who’s The Man!? Quarter Finals Match #4


"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 with his fiancée, Nicole, 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. Nicole walks over to the corner where her man is standing, clapping her hands.

~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.

~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. Accompanying him to the ring is Katrina, who is holding a microphone. She’s wearing a brand new red dress, Stone wearing a Nnamdi Asomugha jersey, inciting the crowd to boo him even more knowing they won’t see the player again in their city. The pair stand at the top of the ramp and Katrina brings the microphone to her mouth.

~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~

Katrina: “Cut the music!”

The music stops and Stone starts rolling his shoulders, getting loose for his match, staring at Jethro in the ring.

Katrina: “Stay seated Eric, you won’t be needed for this. Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my esteem honor to introduce to you Jethro Hayes’ opponent tonight. He hails from Ottawa, Ontario Canada! He weighs in at two-hundred and five pounds of pure muscle! He is the former Wrestler of the Year and a PWA Hall of Famer, give it up for The Man himself Oakland…Matt Stone!”

Matt Stone takes a step in front of Katrina and raises his hands in the air, the crowd booing him louder. Stone takes off the jersey and tosses it to the side and starts to walk down the aisle towards the ring, followed by Katrina. Matt get’s to the ring and get’s up the steps, stopping on the apron and turning around, looking at Katrina. He bends down and starts talking to her, the microphone in her hand picking up what he was whispering.

Matt: “Stay over here and wait for me to come over and tell you. Got it?”

Katrina nodded and Stone got in the ring, looking across at Jethro Hayes. Katrina handed the microphone to a stagehand and looked on as senior referee Lance Weston stands in the middle of the ring. Both Stone and Jethro approach then center as Lance goes over the rules.

Jon McDaniel: “Well, here we go, the last of the quarter final matches. The winner of this will advance to Who’s the Man and be the fourth man left in the match to determine who will be PWA’s next World Champion!”

Brian Rentfro: “We’ve seen so much tonight, but it’s all lead up to this. Here we go!”

The bell rang and Matt and Jethro got face to face, talking to each other. Stone and Jethro locked up with a collar and elbow tie up, and Jethro did a standing switch getting behind Matt and taking him down with a belly to black suplex. Jethro stayed on top of Matt until Stone twisted his body and got behind Jethro, getting him in a waist lock, then transitioned into a side headlock. Jethro used his strength to get to his feet and pushed Stone off, Matt hitting the ropes and coming back into a drop toe hold from Jethro. Matt hit the mat face first and was quickly grabbed around the head by Jethro. Stone slammed the mat, frustrated. Matt started to get up, but Jethro kept the hold on and used his weight advantage to keep Stone grounded.

Jon McDaniel: “Jethro has Matt grounded!”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt will find a way out”

Find a way out Matt did. He raised his legs and started getting up, he pulled his head out from Jethro’s grasp and grabbed at Jethro’s exposed head with a side headlock of his own. Jethro pushed himself up and fell right back down, giving Stone a make shift jaw breaker. Matt releases the hold and backs up against the ropes. Jethro, no on his feet runs at Matt and clotheslines him over the ropes and Matt falls to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: “Jethro looking good so far”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt always comes back, you know that.”

Katrina runs over to where Matt was on the ground to check up on him, Nicole slowly walks farther away from the two of them. Matt starts to get up and slams his hands on the mat, obviously frustrated with how things are going so far. Matt gets on the apron and Jethro backs up to allow him back in the ring. Matt does in fact get in and locks eyes with Jethro again. Jethro comes closer and the two lock up in another collar and elbow tie-up. This time Matt does the standing switch and get’s behind Jethro, getting him in a waist lock. Jethro starts to back up aiming at the corner. Jethro catches Matt in the corner and slowly backs out and turns to face Matt. Stone was upset and ran at Jethro going for a clothesline, but Jethro caught him with a power slam and drives him into the mat! Matt has his outside leg hooked for a pinfall.

1!

2!

Kick out!

Matt got his shoulder off the canvas and Jethro had a smile on his face, glad he would get the chance to punish Stone some more. Jethro got to his feet and picked up Stone with him, but Matt caught Jethro with an elbow to the stomach and lifted his right knee into Jethro’s face, falling back and hitting him with the Combo Breaker!

Brian Rentfro: “C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! It’s over!”

Jon McDaniel: “I can’t believe it”

Matt covered Jethro and Lance got down to count the fall

1!

2!

3-No!

Jethro kicked out of the Combo Breaker and Matt had a look of utter shock on his face. Stone immediately got to his feet and got in lance’s face.

Matt: :That was three! Three you son of a bitch!”

Lance held up two fingers and showed he would not be intimidated. Matt turned around and saw Jethro stirring and sent a kick at the back of Jethro’s head. Then another. Matt backed up a bit as Jethro started to get up. Matt dashed at him and grabbed his head, spinning to the right and hitting him with a neck breaker. Right after, Matt got to his feet and dusted off his hands, as if he had just won the match. Stone called for Jethro to get up and being the competitor that he is, Jethro did just that, getting up. Matt got up to him and hit with a European uppercut, knocking him back into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: “I don’t think I’ve seen someone kick out of the Combo Breaker yet”

Brian Rentfro: “Me either, but Matt is still in control”

Matt got up on the corner and started throwing punches down at Jethro’s exposed head. Matt hit him five times before Jethro shoved him off. Matt was tossed and rolled back to his feet, charging back up and Jethro and mounting him, throwing more punches down upon him. He got another six in before being shoved off again, again Matt rolling to his feet. Matt ran a third time at Jethro, who had it telegraphed and rose his right foot, but Matt was one step ahead again and slid down under the bottom rope, using the momentum to grab Jethro’s left foot and trip the bigger man. Matt used all his strength and pulled Jethro into the pole, his legs on either side of the steel pole. The crowd ooh’d

Jon McDaniel: “That should be a disqualification!”

Brian Rentfro: “It looks like the referee is giving them a little more leeway this week since there’s so much at stake here.”

Stone smirked and took a step towards Nicole who promptly backed up. Matt licked his lips looking at her and rolled back into the ring. What Matt didn’t see was Jethro looking to the side as Matt approached his fiancée. Stone tried to lift Jethro up with a cocky smirk on his face and was caught off guard when Jethro pulled Stone’s legs out from under him and started hammering down upon his face.

Jon McDaniel: “Do you think Randy Couture taught him that mount?”

Brian Rentfro: “He’s hitting him in the face! That should be a disqualification!”

Jon McDaniel: “I guess they’re getting a little more leeway this week.”

Brian Rentfro: “Not Funny.”

Jethro was finally pulled off Matt from Lance and Matt rolled out of the ring. The camera came over as Katrina came over to check on him and there was red everywhere. Stone had been busted open bad by Jethro’s strikes and his face was covered in the proverbial crimson mask. Katrina looked concerned but quickly backed away when Jethro came outside the ring after Matt. He grabbed Stone’s shoulder and quickly brought his head into Matt’s, getting a smear of blood on his forehead. The momentum of the head butt sent Stone flying backwards onto the announce table and Jon and Brian were barely able to get out of the way.

Brian Rentfro: “Look out!”

Jon McDaniel: “I guess Jethro is without sin, as he just cast the first Stone”

Matt was laying on the ground between the announcers when Jethro started pulling the monitors off the table. Katrina came over to plead with Jethro, but he was hearing none of it. Jethro walked over around Jon and picked up Matt, rolling him onto the table. Lance had often out of the ring and was screaming at Jethro to bring it back in the ring. Katrina was trying to help Matt and Lance got in front of her and started backing her up. Jethro had gotten on the table and while Lance was looking at Katrina, Matt hit Jethro with a low blow. The crowd booed.

Jon McDaniel: “Now that should have been a disqualification!”

Brian Rentfro: “What the ref doesn’t see, he can’t call.”

Matt, his face still dripping blood, stood up and got Jethro in position for one of his signature moves. Matt rolled his arms and looked out at the crowd before leaping over Jethro, his arms around his waist and flipping the big man right through the table with the Rolling Stone!

Brian Rentfro: “Holy Shit! Did you see that!”

Jon McDaniel: “It happened three feet away, of course I saw it!”

Katrina rushed over to Stone and kneeled down as Lance came over to survey the damage. He shouted at Matt to get back in the ring and with the help of Katrina, the bloody Stone got to his feet and made it over to the apron, getting back in the ring. Lance followed and Stone could be heard through the camera.

Matt Stone: “Count his ass out, it’s over!”

Lance started to do just that and began counting out the Southern Hero.

1!

2!

Jethro was already stirring, hearing the counting from Lance.

3!

4!

5!

Jethro was on his feet, the camera showed Matt Stone have an astonished look on his face.

6!

7!

Jethro walked over to the apron. He put his hand on the middle rope to pull himself up. Matt got to his feet as well.

8!

Jethro was now on the apron and Stone ran at him, annoyed. Matt was going for a forearm but Jethro beat him to the punch and ducked down, hitting him with a shoulder to the midsection. With Jethro’s torso going through the ropes into the ring, Lance stopped his count and let the two compete. Jethro grabbed Stone and pulled him out of the ring onto the apron as well. He had a fire in his eyes. Jethro lifted Matt onto his shoulders and the crowd started to cheer. Katrina stood over on the floor looking up at Jethro, pleading with him not to toss Matt on the floor. Jethro turned and faced Lance who was counting again. Jethro ignored the counting and tossed Matt into the ring from the apron with a huge Calf Toss!

Jon McDaniel: “What a match!”

Brian Rentfro: “How much blood has Matt lost? It’s everywhere!”

Jethro got in the ring and walked over to Stone’s prone body. He knelt down and pin Stone, hooking his leg.

1!

2!

3-No!

Brian Rentfro: “He kicked out!”

Jon McDaniel: “I can’t believe it either!”

Jethro was starting to look a little annoyed now that Matt was still kicking out. Jethro grabbed Matt by the back of his head and lifted him to his feet. Jethro picked Matt up and brought him over his head, setting him up for the Georgia Slam. Matt started kicking his legs and rolled down Jethro’s back and tried to get him in a sunset flip type pin. Matt had his arms wrapped around Jethro’s legs, trying to pull him down but it wasn’t working. Jethro looked down at matt’s head, smiling.

Brian: “That isn’t going to work Matt!”

Jethro leapt in the air and attempted to sit down on Matt’s head, but Stone still had some speed left and got out of the way, quickly getting to his feet as Jethro stood there. Matt spat out some blood from his mouth and shouted out;

Matt Stone: “KNEEL BEFORE ZOOOOD!!!!!!!!!

Matt swung his right foot and connected with the side of Jethro’s head, knocking him down on the mat. Matt got down to his knees and landed on top of Jethro, covering him but not having the strength to cover a leg.

1!

2!

3!

Jon McDaniel: “Wait! Jethro’s foot is on the bottom rope!”

Lance shot up and waved off the pin, holding up two fingers instead of three. The decision had been reversed. Stone rolled off Jethro and put his hands on his forehead. He sat up and looked over at Katrina. He nodded and she nodded as well. Katrina then locked eyes with Nicole and Matt rolled out of the ring and stood there with blood dripping down his face. Katrina started coming at Nicole and chases her into Matt Slowly.

1!

2!

Lance starts counting Matt out of the ring. Jethro rolls out of the ring as well, still dazed from the shot

3!

4!

Matt grabbed Nicole’s wrist and twisted it, Nicole going down to her knees.

5!

6!

Jethro came charging around the corner at Matt, Stone saw him coming and quickly released Nicole, backing up with Katrina.

7!

Jethro rushed at Matt and Stone cowered behind Katrina.

8!

Matt pushed Katrina into Jethro, who was caught off guard and got his hands up to catch the woman and Matt rolled into the ring.


9!

Jethro quickly pushes Katrina aside and rolls into the ring. Matt is furious that his plan didn’t work, Jethro looks dead in Stone’s eyes furious that he even tried that. Matt bounced off the ropes and charged at Jethro, but Hayes lunges straight into Matt Stone’s midsection!

Jon McDaniel: “Matt Stone just got plowed!”

Brian Rentfro: “Uh-oh”

Jethro got to his feet, looking down at Matt Stone. He grabs the bloody mess by the back of the head and brings his wobbly frame to his feet and places him in position. Jethro holds up his right fist and the crowd cheers! Matt Stone is lifted into the air and immediately dropped on the back of his head! Jethro get’s down on his knees and pins Matt, hooking his right leg

Jon McDaniel: “ There it is, the Planter!”

Brian: “What’s Katrina doing?”

Katrina had gotten up on the apron, but was pulled down quickly by Nicole, and then promptly slapped in the face! Lance got down and started to count Matt’s shoulders

1!

2!

3!

Ding Ding Ding!

~Time for a lil' Southern Justice~

Jon McDaniel: “He did it! He did it!”

Brian Rentfro: ‘What a match Matt Stone put up, though”

Jon McDaniel: “I admit it, he pulled out all the stops, but you should never mess with a country boy! Or his Fiancée!

Nicole got in the ring and ran over to hug Jethro as the two embraced in the ring.

A Shout Out for Matt Stone

Who's The Man!? Final Card


As Jethro and Nicole celebrate, Stone rolls from the ring, looking really pissed. He turns, stares up at Jethro and shakes his head angrily. He turns, heading up the ramp when ‘Come With Me’ begins. Chamelion hobbles out as Stone stops where he is, Jethro looks up, also ill at ease and Chamelion speaks.

Chamelion: Easy boys, not out here to mess you two up in any way. Congrats, Hayes, you earned it. Stone, you continue to prove why you’ve been a champion so long. Your work here is exemplary. I have a proposition for you to consider. Over the next couple of months I’m going to test you.. hard… and it won’t be wheter you win or lose, but how you bounce back. Prove to me you’re more then just a title holder, and I’ll see to it that at High Stakes you get one of two rewards. I won’t tell you right now what they are, but you’ll want one of them, I swear it.

Stone looks confused, but the challenge is tempting. He stalks past Chamelion without looking back and Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: So, we now know that Jethro will join Engel, Starr and Marxx at Who’s The Man!? To determine our next PWA World Champion. This is fitting, as all four have tasted that very gold before. But there’s other issues I have to quickly address here. Xan is gone. His personal tragedy is something we should all support him getting through. But the Grizzly Beer title is now vacant. Getting sick of vacated titles.

Chamelion: And.. it seems that Nightmare and Hunter Sullivan are destined to face off at Who’s The Man!? And I’m upping the ante by making their match a PWA Grizzly Beer title match!

The fans cheer at this.

Chamelion: As well as now I believe Ash Nukem’s actions will pit him against the Phoenix for the PWA TV title while Might & Magic have earned the right to face The Final Bosses for the PWA Tag-titles in the same night. Ash, you got double duty, so I suggest you get training, kiddo.

Chamelion: And finally… It’s my pleasure to announce that it’s official…. Lucious Starr may have made it to the Semi-finals, but as it was seen earlier, he will first have to contend with Raizzor in singles competition the very same night!

Chamelion: We’re going to find out who the franchise is, the new World champion, and who survives in just two week!

Chamelion smirks as his music plays and he hobbles off the stage as the fans cheer loudly.

Jon McDaniel: Seems like Who’s the Man!? Is set!

Brian Rentfro: Well, we don’t know the final set up of the AOWF Tag title match, but this PPV is looking to rock big time!

Jon McDaniel: Thanks everyone for tuning in! I’m Jon McDaniel…

Brian Rentfro: And I’m Brian Rentfro, saying good night!

© PWA 2011

Match Results For Ben Duke’s AOWF Rankings:

Ash Nukem d. Mark Zout
Might & Magic d. Duff & Xan Vaxman
Nightmare d. David Blazenwing
Matthew Engel d. Johnny Maverick
Lucious Starr d. Dos Caras
Marxx d. Cody Bogard
Jethro Hayes d. Matt Stone

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