Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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04-10-2011


Super Shocking Developments


The Beastie Boys' "Sabatoge" starts to play in the arena and the lights go down. Suddenly, pyros go off and Rob Robinson is standing at the top of the ramp, wearing a dark blue suit and no mask.

Rob Robinson: My, my, my. I bet none of you saw this day coming, huh? Once again, all is right in heaven and earth and your hero, the Phoenix, Rob Robinson is once again the sole owner of Pioneer Wrestling!

The crowd gasps at this totally unexpected development.

Rob Robinson: How did this happen, you ask. How did the Phoenix manage to buy another wrestling company after the debacle over Robinson Pro? It's a funny story, actually. See, last night I was sitting at home watching Archer on Netflix when I get a phone call from some journalist asking me for a quote about the situation involving the Sommers family. That was the first I'd heard of the thing so I said no comment and then hopped online to find out what the hell he was talking about. It turns out that Raizzor and Chamelion are missing, along with their families. Their places had been ransacked and from what I understand the Las Vegas police sent the CSI guys out and ruled it a case of "Who the Hell Knows" and closed the case.

Rob Robinson: Like most people, my first thought was to wonder what this meant for the PWA. Can a company carry on when the owners are quite possibly dead? I figured that end was here and went to inform my wife that I'd be able to spend more time at home with her from now on. And do you know what she did? She looked me in the eye and said "You know, your birthday is just a couple weeks away." Now, I may be broke off my ass due to a certain miscalculation around the first of the year, but that doesn't mean my wife is. As most of you probably aren't aware, my wife is the heiress to the Blackjack Chewing Gum fortune. You know Blackjack. That's the gum that tastes like licorice. Nasty stuff. Thanks to the pre-nup, I can't actually touch any of her cash and she's obviously not inclinced to indulge my 100 inch television habit. Anyway, once she heard that I'd have all this free time at home, she immediately got on the phone with her accountant who got on the phone with Mark Sommers' business manager. Turns out that guy was freaking out big time. He gave her a hell of a deal and I got the best birthday gift of all time, the company I founded.

Rob Robinson: So what does this mean in the big picture? First off, there's no more Board of Directors, no more shareholders, just Rob Robinson making all the decisions from now on. As of today, we're just two weeks away from Honor Bound and all the plans in place for it are going to stay the same. I'll go that far to honor what I presume is Mark's memory. Tonight's show will stay just as advertised, too. But starting next week, that's when you'll really start to see what I intend to do with my company.

"Sabatoge" starts playing again as Robinson heads backstage.

The Apology


We fade to some unknown location, except for the fact that we see a podium set up with the "Common Enemy" flag behind it. Simon steps into view decked out from top to bottom in a slick and stylish black Brioni suit. He takes a moment to lift up his REBEL Pro Aggression Championship over his shoulder and pat it with a wink as Spectre steps to Simon's right dressed in tight black leather. He's not gay or anything, he's just ironic. Daniel Kalis meanwhile steps up next to Simon to his left, with a cocky and arrogant grin as he's decked out in a flashy green custom Armani suit with black pinstripes.

Simon Kalis: This is uhhh... A public service announcement from yours truly, your Common Enemy.

Daniel whispers something into Simon's ear, and he nods knowingly.

Simon Kalis: We would like to officially apologize for generally being more talented than your average Ash Nukem's and Hunter Sullivan's.

Spectre leans in and whispers something into Simon's ear, and his eyes widen.

Simon Kalis: Oh I mean, we'd like to officially apologize for burning that ring last week. Cause that was TOTALLY NOT us trying to get Raizzor's attention out of whatever casket he sleeps in. I mean let's forget he conspired to have me fired with his idiot brother and stuff. And I guess taking out Emerson, McDaniel and Rentfro wasn't nice but we're generally not nice people, testosterone being what it is.

Daniel Kalis: That said we realize those three aren't paid to get beat up like say Marxx is, so we're sorry truly and deeply. We hope you can forgive us and accept a token $50,000 for pain and suffering each. *whispers* Australian dollars that is.

They all snicker.

Simon Kalis: And we'll keep the three of you safe from our puppy too!

Spectre cocks an eyebrow.

Spectre: Do I look like Johnny Maverick's older brother to you?

Daniel Kalis: No, we meant Raizzor!

Spectre: Oh... Okay.

They all smirk like idiots.

Simon Kalis: I realize a lot of folks in the media and fans got upset because they forgot that whenever the Kalis' are around, entertaining things actually happen. And that people usually get butthurt cause we're so awesome.

Daniel Kalis: What he means is that we don't give a fuck what you really think.

They look at each other and cough.

Simon Kalis: We're sorry about that too.

Kalis pauses to light a cigarette and smile.

Simon Kalis: In this regards, hereafter etcetera we promise not to roast a flaming Cody Bogard over a fire.

Daniel Kalis: We also promise not to put Matt Stone's head on a pike, as a warning to the rest of you snivelling little bitches. Not that anyone likes Matt Stone.

Simon Kalis: Because, no one does like Matt Stone.

Spectre: ...I like Matt Stone?

The Kalis brothers nod, very serious like after rolling their eyes at Spectre. Spectre's all big and quiet and stuff now.

Simon Kalis: We also assure you that we will not contaminate any Yoohoo supplies with any excrement which is released either through our mighty dicks or anal cavities. Since our new boss is our new boss, we love him. Totally love that guy. No homo.

Daniel Kalis: Well, we won't do it anymore anyways is what he means.

Simon shrugs and nods. Spectre leans forward to chime in.

Spectre: I. Promise. I. Won't. Be. As. Boring. As. Raizzor.

Daniel Kalis: Reasonable.

Simon Kalis: Quite.

Daniel Kalis: We promise not to bother doing what we're paid to do, entertain people.

Simon Kalis: Or burn things, like Chamelion's credibility.

Spectre smiles, definitely not Raizzor like.

Spectre: We also want to make sure you all know, we are not the Order of Chaos.

Simon and Daniel check each other for skull and bones, as well as they search the podium stage for Lucious "Lucy" Starr.

Daniel Kalis: Yeah I don't see him, do you?

Simon Kalis: Nope.

Spectre: We're worse. In that by worse, we actually mean we're better.

Simon Kalis: We promise you we will not try to take over the PWA, burn Jethro Hayes' eye again, slap the shit out of the Strader family or even dominate you all in every single aspect of this sport, and generally be good at what we do.

Daniel Kalis: Cause that's bad.

Spectre: Very. Very. Bad.

Simon Kalis flicks some ash to the camera and shrugs, patting his REBEL Pro Aggression title.

Simon Kalis: We also promise not to help Starr "win" another World title, get Corey Lazarus his relevancy back or give Riona Langly any purpose or cause like bringing the Apostles of Ares back for the ten millionth time.

Spectre: No one complains about that.

The brothers shrug and nod.

Daniel Kalis: We promise not to be so long winded and take up some air time.

Simon Kalis: Yeaaaaaah... Not to be so...

They brothers eye shift as Spectre does his best impression of an emotionless Raizzor.

Daniel Kalis: And even though we were gone for a month and the only thing learned was that Starr still knows how to get his ass kicked by a lot of people?

Simon Kalis: We promise we'll be good little wrestlers and pull the company line from this point on.

Daniel whispers into Simon's ear but he looks back at Daniel and shrugs.

Simon Kalis: All Hail The ORDER OF CHAOS!

Daniel slouches with a heavy sigh. Spectre eye shifts back and forth this time.

Simon Kalis: Oh, right. I mean. Uhhh... Fuck.

Spectre: God damn it.

Daniel Kalis: Shit.

Simon Kalis: Jesus Christ.

Spectre: I want to change my theme to "Friday" by Rebecca Black. Thoughts?

Everyone pauses, flabergasted!

Simon Kalis: Point is we're sorry so we're so fucking amazing.

Daniel Kalis: Why?

Simon Kalis puts up two middle fingers to the camera.

Simon Kalis: Because fuck you, that's why.

Kalis lifts up a little cute and fuzzy beige Labrador puppy from just behind the podium and holds it up to the camera before whipping at a wall off camera.

Simon Kalis: We're evil! And don'tcha forget it, assholes!

They walk off the set, but not before pushing the podium over and ripping down their own banner behind them. The camera quickly turns to where they chucked the puppy but we see the wall where he was thrown was padded, as was the ground he landed on. He is now eating some Pedigree out of a bowl marked "Raizzor" as we fade...

Spectre vs Trent Sunderland

Singles Match


Trent came out first to a mixed reaction from the fans and without waiting Spectre rushed from the back during his entrance to attack. Spectre launched Trent into the steel steps and began stomping down on him hard. Trent fights back valiantly, throwing out an elbow a few times into Spectre's ribs. The big man stumbles back as Trent hits him with a DDT into the steel steps and slides into the ring, the bell dings to signify the official start of the match. Spectre rubs his face and slides into the ring, immediately met with a baseball slide to his face from Trent Sunderland. Sunderland holds onto the ropes as he stomps down on Spectre repeatedley until referee Dwayne Cross pulls him off of him. Trent quickly drops down onto Spectre and hooks a leg for the 1! 2! KICK OUT! Spectre throws Trent off of him and favors his ribs. Spectre slowly gets to his feet and Trent throws a left as he gets to his feet! Trent throws a right! But Spectre remains seemingly unphased by his attacks before he kicks Trent in the gut, grabbing him forward and slamming him to the canvas with a powerbomb.

Spectre lifts Trent Sunderland up and whips him into the ropes. Trent with a dropkick which sends the big man Spectre stumbling back a bit. Trent is back up but Spectre with a knee to his face sends him back down. Spectre bounces himself off the ropes and goes for a leg drop onto Trent but Trent rolls away at the last second avoiding the impact over his throat. Trent gets up behind Spectre immediately, locking in a sleeper hold and holding Spectre in tight. Spectre however begins elbowing Trent in the ribs as he slowly gets to his feet, Trent maintaining the hold on Spectre. Spectre drops back, crushing Trent between himself and the canvas. Spectre gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope, the crowd rises to their feet as he crouches for a moment to get his balance before flying off the top rope with a shattering elbow drop across Trent's chest. He covers! 1! 2! THR-KICK OUT!

Trent kicks out valiantly, but Spectre gets to his feet and runs his thumb across his throat before pointing down at Trent Sunderland, who begins crawling to the ropes holding his chest. Spectre grabs him from behind and spins him around, setting him up and nailing THE MEMENTO with perfect execution. Spectre on his knees, places his hands on Trent's chest and lowers his head as Dwayne Cross makes the count.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Winner: Spectre via pinfall in 5:23

Matt Stone vs David Blazenwing

Non-Title Match


Matt Stone and David Blazenwing both with something to prove this week. To the surprise of many, both men came to the ring alone. No Katrina, no Elizabeth, no Katie. Just Matt Stone and David Blazenwing. The match started out as a feeling out process. From a collar and elbow tie-up, to a series of back and forth chops, both Stone and Blazenwing wanted to one up the other. Matt had the early advantage with a side headlock. Stone retook the technical advantage with a side arm bar and the two went back and forth with reversals and holds.

The match really started to get exciting when David gave Stone a clothesline over the top ropes. With Matt on the outside, David threw caution to the wind and ran at Matt, going for a suicide dive and landing on top of Stone on the outside. David pressed on the advantage and bounced Stone’s head off the apron and went for an Irish whip on Matt, but found himself reversed and soon Blazenwing’s knees connected with the steel steps! Matt took the momentum of the reversal and grabbed Blazenwing and bounced his head off the steel steps before tossing him back in the ring

With the two men back in the ring, Stone went to work on the cranium of David, hitting him with moves like a ddt and a pile driver. Determined not to let himself down, David would kick out of each cover Stone attempted and the former Intercontinental champion was starting to get a little frustrated. Stone caught David with three kicks to his right leg, forcing David on one knee. Shouting ‘Kneel before Zod!’ Matt sent a kick straight for Blazenwing’s skull and went for a cover, resulting in another two count. Matt got up and questioned the referee’s call, but had to live with the fact that it was only a two count.

With David getting some much needed time to collect his thoughts, he was about to roll out of the way when Stone went for a high knee drop. Matt held his knee, but was soon holding his head when Blazenwing got up and drove the back of Stone’s head to the mat with an inverted ddt. Matt started to get up and he was lifted atop David’s shoulders and tossed off, hitting the top rope with his neck and snapped back to the mat, being another victim of the Slingshot Special! Blazenwing got down on his knees and covered Matt, hooking his outside leg and was shocked when Stone shot his right arm off the canvas after the two count.

David picked Stone up and backed him into a corner, mounting him and throwing fists down upon his skull. 6! 7! 8! The crowd was chanting along with the actions, but David wasn’t able to get to ten as he as pushed off. Landing on his feet, he saw Stone charge at him for a clothesline and David tried to counter by capturing Matt’s arm and locking him into the Shock Lock, but Stone started struggling out of it. Matt tried to catch David off guard with a Uranage, his set up for the Set in Stone, but Matt caught an elbow in the jaw for his trouble. Stone backed up and David shot his foot in the air at Matt’s face for the Full Effect, however Matt side stepped the blow and grabbed David’s head, leaping in the air and driving the Intercontinental champion down upon his knees, he struck David with the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! David went down and Matt covered him, hooking both legs as the three count was hit.

Winner: Matt Stone

Trouble in River City


Backstage, Rob Robinson is sitting at a pretty impressive desk. You don't even want to know what it costs to transport that thing from show to show. He's got papers and tractor feed print-outs all over the place. He's also wearing one of those green banker visors.

Rob Robinson: Oh no. This... This can't be right. [Yelling] Andy! Get in here!

Fantastic Andy Strickland comes into the room.

Fantastic Andy: What's up, boss?

Rob Robinson: Take a look at these numbers and tell me I'm reading them wrong.

Fantastic Andy peers at the page, blinks and looks again.

Fantastic Andy: Did you print them in red on purpose?

Rob Robinson: No! That's the first thing I checked.

Fantastic Andy: Oh, then you're reading them right.

Rob Robinson: How the hell did that happen, Andy?

Fantastic Andy: I dunno. Maybe stuff like booking a month in Mexico when we don't even have any Spanish speaking announcers played a part?

Rob Robinson: Yeah, that wasn't the smartest move.

Fantastic Andy: Maybe signing all sorts of unproven talent to huge contracts figured in.

Rob Robinson: Again, not too wise.

Fantastic Andy: And let's not forget the owner paying himself both an executive salary as well as a wrestler salary. He got paid twice to do one job!

Rob Robinson: Whoa, let's not get ahead of ourselves, Andy. I'm sure that's actually a pretty good idea.

Fantastic Andy: Either way, this is what we call a cash flow problem, pal. As in, you better get some cash flowing toot sweet or you're going to have a massive problem.

Rob Robinson: Andy, this has to stay between just the two of us. Nobody can know about this, understand?

Fantastic Andy: Didn't you check the books before you bought the company?

Rob Robinson: We had to make the deal fast, Andy. But this does explain why we got it so damn cheap.

Marco Dante vs Jimmy G. Freeman

Singles Match


Freeman rips into Marco quickly with a forearm smash as the match gets underway, catching Dante off guard. Dante stumbles back and Freeman plows through him with a sudden clothesline, bringing Dante to the canvas. Dante rebounds quickly, bringing himself back to his feet and grabs ahold of Freeman, Irish whipping him into the ropes and hitting him with a spinning back elbow. Freeman falls to one knee and Dante continues to drive his elbow into his collar bone and neck, trying to bring the hipster bastard all the way down. Dante follows up with a dragon sleeperhold, shaking his head as he continues to lock on further pressure on Freeman. Freeman tries throwing an elbow back at Dante but Dante slides himself out of the way and back into position each time, avoiding the hit. Finally Freeman tries to stand up, but Dante tries to force him to stay down to no avail. Freeman is on his feet with Dante holding on, still gripping him in the sleeperhold. Freeman drops slips right out from Dante's hold and "accidentally" kicks him inbetween the legs as he stumbles forward into the corner.

Freeman gets to his feet first, obviously and lifts Dante up by the neck, sending him into the ropes now himself. Dante comes back and ducks a clothesline attempt by Jimmy G, but on his way back Jimmy lifts him quickly and suddenly laying him flat out with an exploder suplex! The crowd goes nuts as Freeman stands up and then drops back down with a heavy elbow drop on Dante's throat, causing Dante to roll away from the action. Freeman waits for Dante as he gets up to his feet and Dante charges towards Jimmy G. Dante launches himself forward and spears Freeman hard taking him down, but as he does Freeman wraps his free arm around Dante's head and DDT's him into the canvas during the spear. Both men lay on the canvas, Freeman favoring his ribs as Dante holds his face. Freeman pulls himself up first, falling onto referee Scott Swindell and hugging him as he stomps down Dante's balls again for a second time. Swindell pushes Freeman off of him, shaking his head as Jimmy G. Freeman then lifts Dante back up, sets him up... PITCHFORK PLUNGE! That sneaky bastard covers Dante!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Winner: Jimmy G. Freeman in 7:47, via pinfall.

Shenanigans!


Ryan Ross and Mark Zout stand in the back stage after a much needed week off from the deranged and psychotic Dos Cara.

Ryan: You know Mark, I was wondering something, Why the hell didn't you try and find me?

Mark: Uhhh, I thought you were Dos.

Ryan: Are you shitting me? Why the *Beep* would I put on a mask and start attacking you?

Mark: Uh well last time he was here, it was you.

Ryan: No it wasn't I was busy being the global champion. Then after that gauntlet for the title I got injured. Why would I put on a mask and go do wierd things?

Mark: Uh, I never really thought it would be anybody else.

Dos Caras come from behind the Souljahz and start a full on back stage assault Ryan Ross gets thrown into a dumpster. Mark Zout getting his own beating gets thrown into a stack of pipes and wires. The equipment and materials fall down on top of the Souljah. The Dos's walk away laughing in the wake of there destruction.

Orville P. Ichabod vs Marxx

Non-Title Match


Over the past several weeks, the fans have surprisingly gotten behind the 65 year old Orville P. Ichabod, arguably one of the oldest men to ever sign a PWA contract. Tonight was no different, that is, until the new Grizzly Beer Champion, Marxx, made his appearance, and the fans quickly sided with the former PWA World Champion. The bell rang as these two men started fighting across the ring, clear that despite his age, Orville was more than competent enough to hold his own against the Grizzly Beer Champion, but any confidence gained from his ability to stay toe to toe with Marxx vanished when he went for his finishing maneuver, the Pendulum Backbreaker, just a tad early; Marxx was aware enough to counter the move, then catch the stunned Ichabod with his Leaving Marxx (Known in Japanese wrestling as "Schwein", a move where you lift your opponent on your shoulder and grab his head under your arm before falling on the mat. Most damage absorbed by the head and neck) for the three count and the win.

WINNER: Marxx, via Pinfall

Second 2 None vs Might & Magic

Non-Title Match


As all the men get in the ring, Dragon and Engel seem ready to start things off. Dragon and Engel back up from each other and then both charge forward. Engel grabs onto Dragon by his shoulders and leapfrogs over him grabbing onto the back of his head and dropping him down with a reverse neckbreaker that STUNS the crowd more than Dragon at how exciting it was to see. Dragon is up immediately to his surprise and lands a devastating superkick to the PWA's Undisputed World Champion, sending him bouncing on the canvas. Dragon picks him up by the hair and whips him into the corner where Moke has his elbow out to greet the back of Engel's head. He stumbles forward and then hits a spinning mule kick on an unsuspecting Engel. He gets behind him and quickly takes him down with a snap suplex. Engel rolls with it and gets right back to his feet hitting a shoulder block to Dragon's head. Dragon stumbles back as Engel whips him into his own corner, knocking Moke off the apron and to the outside. Engel turns and heads over to Hayes but before he can get there Dragon capitalizes and rolls Engel up for a pin!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Dragon quickly back on his feet, no slouch of a PWA Tag Team Champion by any standard. Out of nowhere he lands an asai moonsault on Engel but Engel is quick to recover and he jumps to his feet. Engel tags in Hayes and hops onto the apron as Hayes gets in and goes to clotheseline Dragon, but he ducks and kicks out his knees from under him. He grabs him by the hair and slams him to the canvas with a dropping facebuster as he then tags in Moke as he gets back to the apron. Moke gets into the ring. Hayes is back up and an all out power brawl ensues as they exchange lefts and rights. Engel grabs Moke's head and quickly stomps forward, sending his own head into Moke's and using his hand as a buffer sending Moke to the canvas. Hayes bounces off the ropes and comes back, doing the unthinkable! Dropping onto Moke with a HEAVY leg drop. Engel hops down from the apron and walks around the ring as Dragon reaches out to Moke for the tag. At the last second Dragon realizes Engel isn't at his corner but it's too late as Engel grabs Dragon's legs and sweeps him off the apron. Dragon's face bounces off the apron and he lands hard on the outside.

Moke is slowly getting to his feet and as he does, JETHRO HAYES WITH THE PLOW! The crowd goes NUTS as Hayes hooks the legs on the Tag champ.

1!

Dragon tries sliding in but Engel with a forearm smash stops that.

2!!

Engel slides back into the ring.

3!!!

DING DING DING

Might & Magic can't believe it as Second 2 None celebrate their victory in the ring.

Winners: Second 2 None

Ash Nukem vs Mr Hardcore

PWA Television Championship Match


The bell rings as both Mr. Hardcore and Ash Nukem tie up in the center of the ring, the PWA Television Championship on the line. Hardcore spends the next several minutes trying to dominate Ash, but the wily Champion keeps finding ways to stay one step ahead of the former Grizzly Beer and BWF Hardcore titleholder. Hardcore tries to catch Ash unaware with his You Got Bitched (Pointblank Clothesline from Hell), but Ash somehow is able to dodge it, then hits Hardcore with the Sensory Overload (Flatliner) before hitting all three of his Bases moves, then finally the All Your Base are Belong to Us! into a pin attempt to catch Mr. Hardcore for the 1, 2, 3, and the win!

WINNER AND STILL PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION: Ash Nukem, via pinfall

A Very Special Message From Our President


Before Ash Nukem can get halfway up the ramp, Sabotage starts to play again and Rob Robinson wastes no time in coming out.

Rob Robinson: Remember how earlier I said that in two week's time all you PWA fans would get to see some changes?

Half the crowd cheers and the other half boos. You can't please everybody.

Rob Robinson: Yeah, about that... I want to congratulate Ash Nukem on a successful title defense. Unfortunately, it's going to be his last. I'm officially retiring the Television title and in two weeks at Honor Bound, Ash will be facing the Grizzly Beer champion for the Grizzly Beer title!

Ash stands next to Robinson and gives him a dirty look.

Rob Robinson: Hey pal, think of it as a promotion, you're moving up the card! But, uh, I'm going to need the Television belt. Like tonight. Like, right now.

Robinson puts his hand out for the title and Nukem starts to hand it to him and then drops it on the ground and walking away.

Rob Robinson: Hey! You better not have scratched that!

Robinson picks up the belt and examines it for a second.

Rob Robinson: Nope, it looks fine. For my next announcement, I'd like to let all of you fans out there know that in about 15 minutes you'll be able to start bidding on this very belt on eBay! The bidding starts at $5,000, no reserve! Own your very own piece of PWA history!

Sabotage starts to play and Robinson starts to walk off, but Fantastic Andy runs out and whispers in his ear. Robinson turns around and motions to cut the music.

Rob Robinson: Um, I want to point out that the decision to retire the belt and auction it off has absolutely nothing to do with any rumors that the PWA is damn near bankrupt. No, this was strictly a business decision and if I... I mean, when I catch the guy that started those scandalous rumors, I'm going to sue his ass back to the stone age. I want to state officially and for the record that the PWA is absolutely flush with cash and we're in no financial troubles whatsoever. Honest.

Sabotage starts again and this time Robinson and Fantastic Andy head backstage.

StipRoullette!


The scene starts as a Vox-Pop where an interviewer goes everywhere in a PWA event, asking a question to the fans. It starts with a guy, wearing an old Riona Langly t-shirt.

Interviewer: What is StipRoulette?

Fan 1: I don’t know.

The image switches to a girl, around 40 years old.

Interviewer: What is StipRoulette?

Fan 2: StipRoulette? Never heard of that...

Then, the interviewer asks the same question to two 9 year-old kids.

Interviewer: What is StipRoulette?

Kid 1: It’s a... It’s a...

Kid 2: It’s a big wheel with lots of stipulations on it!

The interviewer now asks the same question to somebody who seems to be a huge fan. A sign, a Kalis t-shirt, a Marxx baseball cap and a Jethro Hayes hoodie.

Interviewer: What is StipRoulette?

Fan 3: ... Holy shit, that’s a good question, ehm... I don’t know, sorry!

Finally, the interviewer asks the same question to Marxx, who is standing with the fans with his Girzzly Beer championship on his shoulder.

Interviewer: What is StipRoulette?

Marxx: It’s the brand new revolution in the Grizzly Beer championship, and be ready for its inauguration next week on Rampage!

And now back to your normal programming.

Simon Kallis vs Hostile

PWA vs Victory No Holds Barred Match


"Mind Heist" by Zack Hemsey begins play over the speakers, and with each climactic overture we see the Sentencing of the Damned being performed by Simon Kalis on past opponents on the ADCTron.


Lean Bean Miller: He stands in at six foot, three inches tall. He weighed in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds.


A golden arch of pyros shoots up over the entrance from the backstage curtain, as Simon Kalis steps into it engulfed by the sparks and embraced by revolutionary booing.


Lean Bean Miller: He hails from Montreal, Quebec Canada!


Kalis is now only visible as a shadow amongst the growing intensity of the pyros as he stretches his arms out, lowering his head.


Lean Bean Miller: He is a two time PWA World Tag Team Champion and a former PWA World Heavyweight Champion...


The pyros ignite all around him and Kalis steps out with sudden intensity in complete Goldberg fashion as he shoots fists up and down, left and right with the smoke from the pyros being exhaled from his mouth and nose. Decked out in his black spandex tights, they have the AoWF emblem on his backside. The word "OUTLAW" runs down his right leg, where his knee is heavily braced. His left leg has his name "KALIS" running down it. His boots, classic black with red laces. He mockingly spits at fans at ringside who boo and cuss him out.


Lean Bean Miller: THE LAST SUPERSTAR.... SIMON KALIS!


Kalis slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He stomps his foot down to the climactic overtures of "Mind Heist" and each time pyros explode in short bursts around all sides of the ring. He goes to each turnbuckle and throws up the middle fingers to the crowd, and although they boo the cameras flash with blinding precision. He pulls on his elbow pads and stretches as he awaits the commencement of hostilities.

Scottie Snow: Pretty sure I saw myself on the ADCTron a second ago in his video!


Hostile slowly walks out from behind the curtains as soon “Lipless” by Fear of City hits the speakers. Hostile immediately locks eyes on Kalis as he methodically walks to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope paces in front of his corner.

Scottie Snow: This guy looks tough and mean and all sorts of things.

Lean Bean Miller: Well he's only the best thing to hit the Victory Roster since everyone else on their roster.

DING DING DING

Kalis and Hostile immediately lock up in a power grapple, struggling to out muscle each other. Simon irish whips Hostile into the ropes but Hostile comes back with a spinning heel that connects hard to Simon's head, sending the former World champion to the canvas instantly. Kalis rolls away and gets to his feet as Hostile rushes towards Simon. Simon with a drop toe hold forces Hostile's neck to crack and bounce off the top rope sending the Victory superstar stumbling back. Kalis uses the ropes to get his feet and pushes himself off them and hits Hostile with a flying shoulder to the face! TO! THE! FACE!

Scottie Snow: What a spectacular flying shoulder thingy from Simon.

Lean Bean Miller: I don't know Scotty, Hostile is known to bring it.

Scottie Snow: Good point, LBM!

Hostile is back on his feet and as Kalis goes for him, Hostile hip tosses Kalis to the canvas. Kalis back up but Hostile arm drags Simon back down and then locks in a perfectly executed armbar. Hostile wrenches the hold, screaming and yelling even though the PWA fans boo him tremendously, if only cheering for Simon because he repersents the PWA. Hostile wrenches in the hold more and more but Simon slaps his shoulder as he gets himself to one knee and twists out of it, whipping Hostile into the ropes again. Kalis goes for a dropkick as Hostile comes back but Hostile ducks while running, Simon slides off Hostile's back and both men go for spinning heel kicks blindly, nailing each other instantly. Both men hit the canvas hard.

Scottie Snow: You must be torn, right? I mean Hostile's in Victory, like you. But now you own the PWA again, and Simon's fighting for the PWA.

Lean Bean Miller: I can see that point, but who do you think I want to win then?

Scottie Snow: Uhm.

Kalis and Hostile each pull themselves up to their feet using the ropes. Hostile rushes Simon and Simon doesn't see it out of his blinded left side, Hostile clotheslines Simon right over the top rope and to the outside. Kalis grabs onto the barricade as Hostile climbs out onto the apron. Simon pulls himself up, bent over into a group of fans who slap his back and pat him on his bald head. Simon finally turns around and Hostile comes off the apron with an axehandle smash that sends Simon back to his knees. Hostile lifts Simon up, smiling as he brings Kalis up into a Firemans Carry and then slams him into the ground on the outside of the ring. Dwayne Cross is already at the four count.

Lean Bean Miller: And Chamelion picked Simon to repersent the PWA at Honor Bound?

Scottie Snow: Well it could be worse. He could've picked his brother Rayn.

Hostile lifts Simon back up but as he does, Kalis low blows Hostile. Hostile winces and Kalis whips Hostile into the corner post, his head goes "PING!" as he stumbles back and Simon hits a reverse neck breaker to the ground. Kalis picks Hostile up and throws him into the ring as Cross hits the eight count, sliding in quickly after him. Kalis hooks the legs!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Hostile kicks out easily after the two count. Kalis wraps his hands around Hostile's neck and begins choking him with clear cut disrespect. Kalis moves his body to the corner and puts his feet up against the middle turnbuckle, his hands still wrapped around Hostile's neck as he makes use of the No Holds Barred rules. Hostile grabs Kalis' arms and begins pulling them apart. Kalis' veins are popping as he tries to maintain his balance between the turnbuckle and Hostile's neck as Hostile brings his knees to his stomach in a fetal position and then lashes out into Simon's chest, forcing Simon to lose both his balance and grip. Hostile quickly rolls up a stunned Simon, even as he coughs from the chokehold.

1!

2!!

THR-REVERSAL!

Simon reverses the roll up, and now Hostile's shoulders are against the canvas!

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Kalis gets to his feet but Hostile does quickly as well, taking Simon down with a gut wrench suplex. Hostile stomps down on Simon's head as Simon tries to crawl away and pulls him back into the middle of the ring, getting on one knee and locking Simon into an ankle lock. Kalis screams and shakes his head as Dwayne Cross asks if he quits, Simon holding onto the back of his head with both hands as Hostile wrenches the hold. Finally Simon puts his hands to the canvas and pushes himself up, spinning his body and kicking Hostile in the face.

Lean Bean Miller: Hostile's still dominating this match if you ask me.

Scottie Snow: Yeah well... No one did!

Kalis gets to his feet and just then we see REBEL Pro's own "Crimson Wolf" Emily Corlen run through the crowd, chair in hand. Kalis' eyes widen as she slides into the ring and Hostile is up behind them both, but his back is turned. Emily swings as hard as she can and Simon ducks, she nails Hostile HARD on the back of the head. Corlen drops the chair, her jaw drops as she realizes she hit the wrong man. Kalis quickly picks the chair up but before he can hit Corlen, she slides out of the ring shaking her head. Simon drops the chair as Hostile gets up groggily. Hostile turns around and Simon kicks him in the gut, placing him in position and then hitting his patended spinning kamikaze- The Order Never Dies! right onto the steel chair. Simon quickly hooks the legs.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Kalis rolls out of the ring, leaving Hostile holding his head. Kalis gets out of the ring and points to Corlen as she makes her way through the crowd again, a spotlight and cameras following her. She motions a title waist around her waist, pointing to Simon.

Scottie Snow: Well they're both facing next Aggression for REBEL Pro's Aggression title! Which Simon is the current champion, and there's some bad blood.

Lean Bean Miller: I don't think Hostile will appreciate this.

Hostile is up and pointing at Simon to let him know this isn't over. Kalis laughs it off as he heads backstage, saluting the PWA logo atop the ADCTron.

Scottie Snow: He got the win for the PWA! It doesn't matter how! Go US!

Lean Bean Miller: Either way, things should be interesting as everyones issues spill out all over the AoWF leading up to Honor Bound.

Pour Out A Little Liqour


Kalis saunters into the Common Enemy locker room as Spectre begins removing his mask, pausing for a moment not to do so in front of the cameras. Daniel Kalis sits back, lacing his boots up as the big screen TV in their locker room shows a news piece from Las Vegas. Kalis cracks open the mini-fridge they had installed in their room and pulls out a bottle of cognac, Hennessy to be precise. He heads over to the small bar the Kalis brothers themselves paid to have in their locker room and sets up three shot glasses.

Daniel Kalis: Well...

Danny gets to his feet pulls his hair back with his right hand, fully ready for the upcoming battle royal.

Spectre has the little Labrador puppy affectionately dubbed "Raizzor" gnawing on his red leather mask from the ear, and Spectre taps him on the bum gently as "Raizzor" sits on his shoulder. Simon pours out the cognac into the shot glasses and puts the bottle down. Each man takes a glass and they hold it up to each other, their gaze flowing towards the televised newscast concerning the Sommers family. Simon shuts the television off and puts the remote aside.

Simon Kalis: To Mark.

Daniel Kalis: To Michael.

The little puppy "Raizzor" on Spectre's shoulder barks as their shot glasses clink and they chug their cognac down. They set their glasses down and Simon quickly lights a cigarette, nodding as he pours liqour from the Hennessy bottle out onto the floor.

Simon Kalis: Hail The PWA....

The shot fades to ringside...

Sullivan-Rayn-McNasty-Starr-Bogard-Henderson

Battle Royal for the AOWF KoE spot


Toshi Yang: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Main Event match is a six-man, over-the-top-rope Battle Royal! And it is to determine the PWA Representative to the King Of Extreme Championship match at Honor Bound!

The lights through the arena dim down as green lazers and spot lights fill the arena as an erie instrumental begins to play across the speakers. Only moments after the musical notes begin playing, a melodic voice begins to sing the opening verse.

)My pain filled drama queen is always screaming at your bed
Getting ready to buy you out
'Cause we all know
What goes around comes around
You should've known what I was all about
Do not test me(

Rayn steps through the curtain, walking into a fixed spot light on the stage. He drops to a knee for a moment, appearing to be praying. Then as the angelic voice begins singing the chorus be stands back to his feet, raising his arms above his head.

Toshi: Making his way to the ring, he weighs in at two hundred thirty two pounds...

)Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Get on your knees
I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please(

Daniel starts walking to the ring slowly, the fans giving a mixed reaction to the new attitude of their former hero as he looks out at the croud, his face telling the people nothing.

Eric Emmerson: He's a former eight time world heavyweight champion, The Acidic Prophet...

)So get up and get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you
'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world(

Rayn slides under the bottom rope, standing in the ring and quickly walking over to the nearest corner. He steps up onto the middle turn buckle, raising his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrists o make an "X".

Eric Emmerson: HE IS DANIEL KALIS!!!

Rayn hops off the turn buckle, walking to the opposite side of the ring and climbing up onto the ropes, bouncing on them a little as he raises his right arm above his head, using his lef as support to balance. The croud continues to give a mixed reaction, just a slight bit more cheering for him than not. He pulls his jersey off and tosses it out into the croud, his new "King of the World" shirt on display as he waits for the bell

The ADC-Tron goes black

"I am the American Bad-Ass.." is heard over the speaks in the voice of Jimmy Henderson. Then the opening riff for American Bad Ass by Kid Rock blares over the loudspeakers.

Yeah!!
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
and As they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this!

DING DING DING!

Are you scared?

Toshi Yang: "Now coming to the ring! Weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-two pounds! Standing at a height of five-feet, nine-inches!

Hailing from Mobile, Alabama! He is..The Renegade Southerner: JIMMY HEEEEENNNNNDDDDEEERRRRRSOOONNNN!!"

Jimmy steps out from behind the curtain, taking a shoulder-width stands and outstretching his arms in an Orton-ish pose.

Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 packs of Strohs
30 pack of hoes

Jimmy starts his walk down the aisle, slapping hands of fans whom have them outstretched and snatches the signs from fans whom are praising his opponent and then rips them in two, tossing them on the ramp and whips his feet on themb with his red boots with white laces and red kick-pads, he's also wearing tights that have the Confederate battle flag motif on them, gaining him cheers from the Southern crowd and jeers from the Northern crowd.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal
And say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gat!!!!!

Jimmy agily leaps up onto the apron and quickly climbs through the ropes in a manner showing his martial arts back ground and his agile quickness.

I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin Pimp
We trash the mack and slap back the wack
Never snort away
I dont play with crack
But watch me rock with Liberachies flashed
Punk rock's a clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash flash

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh uh uh gat!!!!!!

Jimmy uses this time to limber up and warm up as his entrance continues.

I'm an American bad ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can (suck my dick)
I'm a porno flick
I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's
After I rock this place
Super fly
Livin doubble wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Fuckin sack to share
Bringin flash and glare

Jimmy then turns to wait for the start of the match.

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

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

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

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

*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*

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

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

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

A figure emerges from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure is seen as strobe lights go off to reveal Cody Bogard posing at the entrance way. Cody makes his way to the ring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

Toshi Yang: Hailing from Atlanta, Gerogia. Weighting in at 255, and standing at 6 foot 3 inches,

Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back.

Toshi Yang: He's "The Main Event."

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience.

Toshi Yang: MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp. He slaps hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left, then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes his way to his corner as the music fades.

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

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

Toshi Yang: Making his way to the ring, from Akron Ohio!

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

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

Toshi Yang: Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds...

Lucious continues down the ramp, eyeing the ring as he descends.

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

Toshi Yang: He is the Untamed Fury...

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

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

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

Toshi Yang: Ladies and gentlemen, he is Lucious Beta Starr!!

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

Lucious again flips the bird, jumping to the mat below as he waits for the match to begin.

The match starts out as all six men scout each other from across the ring. Suddenly, Cody shoots out with purpose at Hunter, catching the Viper with a thesz press. At this point all hell breaks loose as McNasty and Jimmy Henderson start trading punches, as Lucious and Daniel Kalis stare dead at each other. Kalis moves forward a step or two, pointing to himself as Lucious shakes his head, grinning. Lucious gives Daniel a palm, Kalis infuriated at the lack of respect. Kalis charges up, Lucious ducking as he plants Kalis with a spinebuster. Kalis reels as Hunter throws Bogard off, landing a few feet from Henderson and McNasty. Henderson fires a shot that sends McNasty stumbling over Bogard, turning to see the former IC Champ. He leaps up, firing a flurry of lefts and rights into Bogard's skull, yelling at him to stay out of his way. Hunter grins, turning to scout the other combatants... and is met with a big boot from Jimmy. The Viper goes down, grabbing his head as McNasty gets off of Bogard, Henderson spinning the Hall Of Famer around and shoving him into the ropes. Henderson quickly charges up for a clothesline, but Mark ducks and tosses Henderson outside with a back body drop. McNasty goes to work on Bogard, not realizing that Jimmy is still on the apron. Lucious and Daniel are going back at it, trading lefts and rights. Kalis tries to back Starr into the ropes, taking a step back and charging up with a shoulder block to Starr's gut. Starr falls through the middle and top ropes, clutching his abs with one hand while holding the bottom rope with the other. Daniel charges back, rebounding off the opposite ropes. He charges in for Lucious, but is quickly sidelined as Hunter nails a drop toe hold, Daniel bouncing off the canvas. McNasty tosses Bogard across the ring, scooping him up for a spinebuster on the rebound... but is stopped mid-drop by Jimmy Henderson, who swoops in with a chop block. McNasty falls backwards with Bogard landing on top of him, starting in with a flurry of punches. Henderson taps Bogard's shoulder, telling Bogard to pick up the Malicious one. They whip him into the ropes, charging up as he rebounds... McNasty ducks a double clothesline attempt, rebounding as Bogard and Henderson stare at each other in disbelief. Out of nowhere, Lucious nails a spear to Bogard, as Henderson turns to receive a spear of his own from McNasty. Hunter, meanwhile, is going to town with an uppercut to Daniel that sends him into a corner. Hunter climbs to the second rope, balling up his fist and shooting his fist into Daniel's skull, the crowd roaring.

Crowd:
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!

Hunter goes for fist number 8, but Kalis grabs him by the legs and powerbombs the Viper to the mat. Kalis is on one knee, holding his head as Lucious and McNasty hit a rebounding Jimmy Henderson with a vicious flapjack/dropkick combo. Bogard comes up from behind Starr, nailing a groin shot as McNasty focuses on Henderson. Mark picks up the Renegade Southerner, throwing him over the top rope with authority. He turns to watch Bogard send Lucious threw the middle and bottom ropes to the floor below. McNasty walks up to Bogard, throwing a fist into the jaw of the Crisis Ace. Henderson lays in wait, recovering on the apron, while Hunter is thrown into a corner by Daniel Kalis. The former Rayn picks Sullivan up, placing him on the top turnbuckle, smashing back to the ring with a high angle superplex!!

Scottie Snow: Ouch! That had to hurt the Viper!!

Lean Bean Miller: Indeed, Scottie. That was quite a vicious move executed by Rayn, there.

Back in the ring, Kalis is struggling to his feet as McNasty tries to nail a back body drop on a rebounding Cody Bogard, only for Bogard to hit Mark with a DDT. Bogard springs up, being met with a boot to the face from Jimmy Henderson. Henderson stalks McNasty as he gets to his feet, charging back and up the corner as McNasty starts to turn. Jimmy flies off, going for the GONE SHOOTIN... NO! McNasty catches him mid-air, holding him horizontally across his chest. He grins as he looks out to the crowd... then flips backward into a SAULT SLAM!! Henderson is throw for a loop as McNasty sits up on his knees, smiling.

Lean Bean Miller: A beautiful move from the veteran McNasty there, and Henderson is in a world of hurt.

Toshi Yang: That had to hurt! Henderson is out! OUCH!!

As McNasty starts to his feet, Lucious is getting to his feet on the outside, holding his ribs as he slowly surveys the ring. Hunter and Daniel are locked into a collar-and-elbow, each trying to overpower the other. Kalis gets the upper hand, managing to shove Hunter into a corner. Daniel breaks off, firing a series of kicks into Hunter's gut. He lifts Hunter up, trying to hoist him onto the top turnbuckle, but is met with a punch to the abs. Meanwhile, Lucious has rolled back into the ring as he and McNasty trade blows with Henderson and Bogard, the veteran duo gaining the upper hand. Lucious whips Henderson into one corner, McNasty firing Bogard into the other. The two men stare at each other, for a moment the crowd starts to roar at the anticipation. Each man looks to the crowd, then to each other, grinning. Lucious holds out an arm, McNasty raising an eyebrow before taking it... both men irish whip each other across the ring!! McNasty with a vicious turnbuckle splash on Henderson!! Lucious with a huge shoulder block to Bogard... no!! Bogard moves last second, Starr crashing shoulder-first into the ring post. McNasty nails a vicious spinebuster on Henderson, taking in the crowd's roar. At another corner of the ring, you can hear the sound of bodies crashing as Daniel Kalis nails a superplex on Hunter! Daniel rolls out of the superplex, jumping off the nearby ropes into a springboard body splash. Meanwhile, Bogard grabs Lucious, throwing him over the top rope. Lucious barely hold on to the top rope, but Bogard starts firing rights into Lucious' head. After wearing down the Fury for a moment, he grabs Lucious by the hair, dragging him to the corner turnbuckle. Bogard attempts to slam Lucious' head off the turnbuckle, but Lucious fires a left backhand chop across Bogard's chest, catching him off-guard long enough for Lucious to grab Bogard's head, dropping him throat-first onto the top rope. Cody falls back, Lucious rolling in under the bottom rope. He uses the ropes to get to his knees, Bogard regaining his ground. Lucious jumps, looking for a cutter, but Bogard pushes him away... into the ropes! Lucious grabs the rope, dropping to his knees... as Hunter Sullivan launches Rayn!! Daniel Kalis flies over the top rope.. no! Bogard with the leg sweep, keeping Kalis in the match... but Henderson isn't so lucky! McNasty throws the Renegade Southerner with a hip toss, Jimmy trying to find his footing but toppling over Lucious and over the top rope. He quickly reaches out, landing on the apron as he holds the middle rope, grinning. Hunter sees an opening as Lucious stands, charging up... VIPER SNAP... TO HENDERSON!! Lucious dives out of the way just in time for a rising Jimmy Henderson to take the full blunt of Hunter's nasty kick, Henderson knocked out cold as he loses his grip and falls to the floor, dazed and seemingly gone.

Scottie Snow: Jimmy Henderson just got eliminated! And he looks hurt, too!

Lean Bean Miller: Uh... that WAS a bad Viper Snap... can we get some EMT's down here to check on Jimmy?

Hunter looks down at Jimmy, a little shocked at first but he shrugs it off. He turns, coming face-to-face with Mark McNasty... who throws the Viper with a belly-to-belly! Hunter is thrown across the ring, finding himself rolled into the ropes. He starts up, but is quickly met with a clothesline by Lucious Starr! Hunter over the ropes!!

Lean Bean Miller: Hunter Sullivan almost eliminated there by the man he tried to hit the Snap on before...

Bogard charges up, nailing Lucious with a spear... and the two men collide with Hunter! Hunter falls off the apron, hitting the floor with a look of shock on his face.

Toshi Yang: HUNTER SURRIVAN ELIMINATED!!

Lean Bean Miller: Cody Bogard standing up for himself, trying to get some respect from the heavier hitters in this match. And after that spear, Hunter Sullivan gets kicked out of this match!

Bogard launches rights and lefts into Lucious' skull, the Fury trying unsuccessfully to regroup. McNasty and Kalis tie up, McNasty dropping as he throws Kalis with a hip toss. Kalis rolls to his feet on the other side of the ring, charging up for a clothesline on McNasty. Mark jumps out of the way, Kalis standing upright as he rebounds, being caught with a clothesline from McNasty! Kalis flips head over heels, landing face-first on the mat. He tries to shake it off as McNasty stalks up, hitting Kalis with a vicious knee to the head. Kalis drops to the mat once more, McNasty quickly snapping on a cobra clutch.

Scottie Snow: Silly McNasty!! Match cannot be won by submission!!

Lean Bean Miller: Actually, Scottie, this is smart strategy. Submission moves wear down the opponent, so this may very well make Daniel less of a problem to eliminate.

Cody Bogard finally dismounts Starr, grabbing the Fury by the hair. He lifts the bigger man to his feet, attempting to throw him over the top rope. Starr grabs the top rope, trying to stop Cody's momentum. He manages to throw an elbow, loosening Bogard's grip. Bogard throws a fist into the side of Lucious' head, causing him to stumble back. Cody again grabs Lucious' head and shoulder, trying to eliminate the Fury. Lucious throws a boot, kicking Cody's shin. Cody releases, grabbing his shin as Lucious falls backwards into a corner, recovering. Cody glares hard at Lucious, charging up for a body splash. Lucious uses the ropes to pull himself out of harm's way, Cody nailing the top turnbuckle. He stumbles out, Lucious throwing a boot to Cody's gut. A vertical suplex... into a Torture Rack!!

Scottie Snow: Lucious and McNasty both with submission maneuvers!

Lean Bean Miller: This match could very well come down to these two men!

Cody starts to struggle against Lucious, causing the MegaStar to move towards the ropes. He launches Bogard off his shoulders and over the top rope!!

Lean Bean Miller: HELL'S WRATH!! HELL'S WRATH!! CODY IS OUT!!!

Toshi Yang: Oh, no he not!!

Bogard has enough mind to grab the bottom rope, his feet dangling dangerously close to the floor. An official runs over, checking his feet; waves off an elimination. Lucious heads toward McNasty, but pauses as he realizes something is off. He turns around, Bogard rolling in under the bottom rope. Lucious starts over, looking to punt Bogard in the head. McNasty lets up on the cobra clutch, stalking behind Daniel. Kalis reaches out, finding the nearest ropes. He starts levering himself to his feet using the ropes, McNasty feeling his moment. McNasty grabs Daniel by the waist, hoising him up for a GERMAN SUPLEX OVER THE TOP ROPE... NO! Daniel hangs on to the middle rope with one leg, causing McNasty to lose his grip and stumble a bit. This allows Daniel to nail a gut kick, drawing McNasty into a standing head scissors. McNasty struggles, but isn't able to escape as Daniel nails a desperation Epiphany!! McNasty is out, Kalis looking around the ring. He scoots into a corner, watching as Bogard and Lucious trade blows. Bogard swings with a hard left, but Lucious ducks under and nails an uppercut. Bogard falls into the ropes, Lucious heading up as he grabs Cody's head, trying to force him over the rope. Daniel charges up, nailing both men unexpectedly with a double clothesline. Lucious and Bogard both go over the ropes, Kalis turning to a still unmoving McNasty. He starts in, but hears a commotion behind him as Lucious and Cody go at it. Lucious throws a fist that sends Cody dangling off the apron, Lucious taking a few steps back. He starts to charge up, but notices as Daniel charges up for a spear. Lucious pulls back, Daniel flying through the middle of the ropes, landing hard on the floor outside. Starr laughs at Kalis, not noticing as Bogard starts up the turnbuckle. Bogard yells to Lucious, who turns as Bogard leaps... WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Lean Bean Miller: McNasty from nowhere with that Lights Out to Cody Bogard!!

Scottie Snow: Elbow from McNasty takes Bogard out of running!!

Lucious slips into the ring as McNasty turns, the two men staring at each other. The crowd is on their feet, roaring as these icons stand face to face. Lucious extends a hand, McNasty cautious. Lucious raises his other hand, in a "no joking" fashion as McNasty turns to the crowd, taking in the adoration, then shakes Lucious' hand. The two release, then lock up in a collar-and-elbow. Lucious starts to push McNasty into a corner, McNasty with some quick thinking ducks, sending Lucious across the ring with a monkey flip. Lucious falls into the ropes, holding the middle one as he rolls to his knees. He starts to his feet, Daniel Kalis charging into the ring and over to Lucious, looking for a super kick. Lucious ducks just in time, hanging Daniel over the top rope. McNasty walks over, Lucious stopping him as he reaches the duo. McNasty looks to Lucious, who seems to have formulated a plan. He takes a few steps back, pointing to the PWA logo in the ring. The fans realize what's going on, soon beginning to chant.

Crowd: P-W-A! P-W-A! P-W-A!!

Scottie Snow: Lucious pointing to logo... yes, this is PWA...

Lean Bean Miller: Daniel was one of the men who spit on the logo and burned the ring to the ground last week. Thank god HQ sent us a replacement, or we'd be out of luck this week... but still...

Scottie Snow: McNasty and Starr looking to exact revenge!!

Lean Bean Miller: I think that's about the gist of it.

Kalis stumbles off the rope, into a fist from McNasty. Lucious spits in his hand, nailing a facepalm to Kalis.

Scottie Snow: OUCH! Spit on logo, brand spit back on you!!

Daniel falls back to McNasty, who hits an elbow to Kalis' face. Kalis stumbles back to Starr, who nails a super kick. Kalis falls backwards into McNasty, who grabs him with a reverse headlock. He pulls Kalis back to the corner, climbing up a turnbuckle. He waves to the crowd, flying off with a huge reverse DDT!!

Lean Bean Miller: M&M! M&M!

Kalis is out cold, McNasty looking up as Lucious walks over. Lucious picks Daniel up to his feet, hoisting him over the top rope. Daniel hangs limp as Lucious winks, jumping up and nailing HADES' FLAME!!!! DANIEL IS ELIMINATED!!

Lean Bean Miller: And in a show of brand unity, McNasty and Starr eliminate Daniel Kalis from this battle royal!! Either McNasty or Starr will represent PWA in the King Of Extreme Championship match!!

McNasty and Starr lock up, each one trying to get the upper hand. Lucious throws an elbow to McNasty's head, irish whipping the Malicious one into the ropes. Lucious attempts a clothesline, but McNasty ducks as he rebounds off the ropes. Lucious bounces off the ropes, quickly ducking into a somersault as McNasty attempts a kick. Lucious pops up behind McNasty, looking for a german suplex. McNasty lands on his feet behind Lucy, nailing a clothesline to the back of Starr's head. Starr stumbles, McNasty shoving him towards the ropes. Lucious bounces back... into a SPINEBUSTER!! But McNasty isn't finished just yet!!

Scottie Snow: McNasty bounces off ropes, hits rolling thunder!

Lean Bean Miller: OUCH!

McNasty looks to the crowd, pointing to the nearest turnbuckle. The crowd is in an uproar, McNasty walking over. He reaches the top turnbuckle, motioning to the crowd. However, his attention grabbing takes too long, as Lucious gets up to his feet and charges McNasty. An elbow to the gut causes McNasty to drop over the corner, Lucious climbing the turnbuckle. He places McNasty in a standing head scissors on the top turnbuckle, motioning to the crowd.

Lean Bean Miller: HE WOULDN'T!!

Scottie Snow: THIS GETS EXTREME!!

Lucious lifts McNasty up, jumping off the turnbuckle... GRIM REAPER TO THE FLOOR!!! The bell is rung, but who won?!!?!

Lean Bean Miller: Both men hit the floor at the same time!! Who's representing the PWA at Honor Bound?!

Two officials run over, looking to sort out the mess. They look over both men, starting to seperate them. One looks at the other, stopping the seperation. They mull over their position, the crowd growing intense.

Scottie Snow: What happened? Who's going to Honor Bound??

Lean Bean Miller: I think... I think there's something going on here... They're talking something over about those two men...

The two officials continue to mull it all over... until one of them walks over, talking to the bell keeper. The bell keeper turns to Lean Bean, explaining their findings. Lean Bean picks up a microphone, looking out to the crowd.

Lean Bean Miller: Ladies and gentlemen, the officials have reached a decision. Both men landed on the floor at the same time. HOWEVER, Lucious' feet were placed OVER Mark McNasty's shoulders, and as such never touched the floor. Therefore, according to the rules of the match, your winner and PWA's representative into the King Of Extreme Championship match at Honor Bound... The Untamed Fury...

Scottie Snow: LLLLUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCIIIIIIIIOOOUUUUUUUSSSSS SSTTAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!

"Fuck You" hits the PA as Lucious and McNasty are untangled, being carried away on stretchers. Lucious raises his hand in victory, then drops it as the match takes its toll.

Lean Bean Miller: What a main event, ladies and gentlemen! Lucious Starr manages to overcome all the odds and will represent the PWA at Honor Bound!!

Scottie Snow: Lucious got extreme tonight! If he does that at Honor Bound, he might just bring King Of Extreme Championship to PWA!!

Lean Bean Miller: Well, that's all for tonight, folks! This is Lean Bean Miller, for Scottie Snow, we'll see you next time!!

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