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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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04-17-2011


Simon Kalis vs Scottie Snow

Softball Honor Bound Warmup


After both men entered the ring, the bell rang and the action started off immediately! As it would. Snow and Kalis commenced with an all out brawl, trading lefts and rights before Snow grabbed Simon by the neck and arm, whipping him into the ropes. Simon came back and jumped with a spinning heel kick that took Snow clean off his feet, Simon immediately covered! 1! 2! KICK OUT! Kalis back on his feet first, Snow took advantadge and rolled him up in a school boy! 1! 2! KICK OUT! Kalis back to his feet as is Snow, they both locked up and Simon took Scottie Snow down to the canvas with a hip toss before following it up with a leg drop on the former PWA World Champion Snow. Simon covered again! 1! 2!! KICK OUT! Obviously frustrated as he yells at referee Scott Swindell, Simon wanted to bury this one quickly. Snow took the time to climb to the top rope as Simon argued and as Simon turned around Snow leaped off. Snow with a stunning hurricanrana takes Simon down to the canvas hard! Snow rolls Simon up by the legs, placing pressure on his chest as he pins!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Simon kicks out violently and rolls away and out of the ring. Swindell begins a ten count as Simon stays out of the ring and lights a cigarette while talking to Tamika Nash Strader who came out to the ring with him. Referee swindell hits the five count as Simon pops his left glass eye out and throws it to a lucky fan as a keepsake and slides back into the ring, still smoking his cigarette. He stares back across at Scottie Snow, who cringes as Simon flaps the skin for his empty eye socket to get into Snow's head- ironically. Simon and Snow circle each other before Simon puts his cigarette out by throwing it into the crowd and rushing forward. They tie up again and Simon knees Snow in the gut and spins him around, planting him with an impact DDT. Simon covers!

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Close but no cigar, Simon doesn't bother arguing anymore as he picks Snow up by the head. Snow kicks Simon in the gut in response and grabs onto him, hitting a snap suplex which has the fans cheering for The Panther. Snow hooks the legs! 1! 2!! KICK OUT! Simon rolls away and uses the ropes to lift himself back to his feet. He runs at Snow and jumps into the air, bringing his knees into Scottie Snow's face. Kalis lands on his feet and bounces off the ropes as Snow stumbles around holding his face. Simon comes back to Snow and kicks him in the gut, whipping him into the corner. Kalis points to the sky and the crowd here in Tokyo cheers as Simon brings Snow up on the top rope, flying off with Sentencing of the DAMNED! Cameras flash as Simon hooks the legs on Scottie Snow.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Kalis jumps to his feet and has his hand raised in victory.

Winner: Simon Kalis in 11 minutes

Two for Two


"Sympathy for the Devil" hits the sound system as the fans get in their feet, still divided in cheers and jeers for their PWA World Champion. Matthew Engel steps through the curtains and onto the stage, making his way down to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This should be interesting, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: It's always interesting, Jon.

Engel slides into the ring, holding his PWA World Championship AND his AoWF Tag Team Championship. However, he drapes both of them across the nearby top rope, and is handed a microphone as the crowd - still on their feet - grows quiet in anticipation for what he has to say.

Matthew Engel: "Tonight, the PWA has shown me that the only thing that matters is that I retain my World Championship and my Tag Team Championship. They didn't dare give me a challenge tonight, they didn't dare try to get me warmed up for the biggest event of the year which starts tomorrow. They gave me an easy night, putting me against Blazenwing's squeeze. It's a shame, really. I could be fighting Marxx, Matt Stone, or hell even Lucious Starr for a sixth time and you all probably would have been happier. But, alas, your World Champion has kept his word and decided to come here tonight and defend the PWA and myself. Of course I was disappointed. And despite the heated words between Katie and myself, she's still a fucking joke and I'm going to destroy her tonight."

The crowd gets behind him a little bit.

Matthew Engel: "But that's not what I'm here to talk about. I'm here to talk about Honor Bound. I face a PWA legend, one of the most versatile and legendary wrestlers in the sport, next Friday night. Now, I know some of you aren't pleased that it's happening in REBEL Pro, and to tell you the truth neither am I. But, if it wasn't for Larry Gordon, this match would probably have never happened. I wouldn't be getting a proper title defense for the month of April, and well.. I'm excited about this Ladder Match. Thunderwolf has always been an expert in this kind of match, if some of you recall. Well, I'm going to beat him at his own game and I'm going to remain the PWA World Champion, showing once and for all that I have surpassed him in every facet of this sport.

But don't worry, fans. You're going to get plenty of Matthew Engel on Night Four, where Jethro Hayes and I will win that gigantic tag-team match and officially be declared the AoWF's best tag team."

Engel manages to draw a pop from the crowd, solely based on the fact that he's representing the PWA in Night Four and he name-dropped Jethro.

Matthew Engel: "One team I don't know at all, and chances are, they're not going to make it too far in this match. They represent REBEL Pro, an organization not too renown for its tag team division. Then, the team representing Victory Wrestling will probably be our second toughest opponent. Marvin Wood and Estelle Webb are not slouches in the ring; they've shown they have what it takes to be on top of the sport. Despite losing to Teresa and his chance at the AoWF World Title, Marvin will be a tough opponent and I honestly look forward to facing him and Estelle, and getting a chance to break their jaws in AoWF territory - a territory where I've found plenty of success in the past.

And of course, probably our toughest opponents? The Cowgirls from Hell. Not only are they the BWF Tag Team Champions now, but they have the longest tag title reign in PWA history, surpassing Sudden Impact and The Brothers Grimm. Just, wow. I have to admit, I am looking forward very much to doing battle with those two deadly ladies. Am I going to automatically claim victory because Jethro and I hold enough wins over their father to give even Cody Bogard a big ego? No, I won't. They're a separate entity, an entity I have a long and bloody history with. No one has forgotten what happened to Scott's brothers. No one has forgotten what happened to Scott's wife. And even though I wasn't directly responsible, I played a role. That's all in the past though, and we've tried to rectify it. But, nothing can ever replace what they've lost.

And how do they react? By being the second best team in the AoWF Community. That's great, and I look forward to beating them next Sunday night. I know that sounds cocky, but I'm Matthew Engel, a self-absorbed piece of shit that has to get his way. Folks, have I claimed to be otherwise? No, I haven't, but I get my way inside that ring by being one of the best wrestlers in the business, by never giving up, and by being extremely tough to keep down. I don't just talk the talk."

Engel drawing another pop from the crowd. It's amazing, is what it is.

Matthew Engel: "So loyal fans of the PWA, tune in to Night Three and Night Four. Witness it."

Engel drops the mic, "Sympathy" kicking back up on the sound system. Engel climbs out of the ring, grabbing his titles, and heads back upstage to a somewhat approving crowd. He disappears backstage, as we cut to the announcer's table.

Jon McDaniel: Despite Engel's veiled threats on leaving the PWA, he is determined to represent the PWA in the best way he can at Honor Bound. We can't ask for much more than that.

Brian Rentfro: There's no reason why Engel can't walk in and out of Honor Bound with both his titles. Second 2 None has yet to lose a match, and Engel has had Thunderwolf's number since 2008.

Jon McDaniel: Thunderwolf is an all-time great, Brian, and that's going to be a hell of a match that I will definitely tune in for.

Name of the Game


We fade into President Robinson's office, where he sits with his back turned to the television in his office where he's watching an episode of Archer. Simon Kalis opens the office door and walks in, obviously upset.

Rob Robinson: Listen I told you Simon, kool-aid dispensers are out of the question.

Robinsons turns to look at Simon and cocks an eye brow.

Simon Kalis: Wait, what? What the hell are you talking about? I'm not here about.

Kalis plops himself down on the chair across from Mr. Robinson's desk.

Rob Robinson: So what'd you want? I'm a busy man as you can see.

Simon Kalis: Blazenwing. I wanna face him tonight.

Rob Robinson: You already had a match, Simon. Don't you get enough air time?

Simon Kalis: Intercontinental title on the line. This son of a bitch screwed me over in Robinson Pro last week, so I deserve vengeance.

Robinson leans forward, nodding.

Rob Robinson: You called it Robinson Pro. Obviously, you are as good an ass kisser to your boss as I heard.

Kalis nods a resounding yes.

Rob Robinson: Thing is Simon...

Kalis interrupts quickly.

Simon Kalis: Listen, I know the PWA is broke.

Robinson's eyes twitch as he grabs Simon by the shirt collar and pulls him forward.

Rob Robinson: That's a rumor. Where'd you hear that? Who told you?

Simon Kalis: I heard it from David Blazenwing...

Robinson lets go of Kalis, who cracks a grin.

Simon Kalis: Point is, sir, I know you know I've got one of the biggest contracts in the PWA. At two million a year plus royalties from the sale of merchandise, I'm a real problem. Here's what I propose.

Kalis leans back and folds his hands.

Simon Kalis: Me? I wave my salary for the rest of my contract. I'll be working for you, for free!

Rob Robinson: For free?

Simon Kalis: For free.

Rob Robinson: I like free.

Simon Kalis: Who doesn't? Point is. I wave my multi million dollar contract. All I get paid on is my merchandising and you immediately wipe off a bunch of debt as I send you BACK all the money I've been paid for this contract, starting back last September.

Rob Robinson: And let me guess...

Simon Kalis: You give me Blazenwing, tonight, Intercontinental title match. I may not even win, and if I don't our deal still stands. I'm only asking for the chance to beat him up legally. Deal?

Simon extends his hand out. They shake.

Rob Robinson: I'll send over the paperwork.

Simon Kalis: Got'cha.

Kalis gets up and bows as he steps out of Rob Robinson's office.

Rob Robinson: Sucker.

Kalis closes the door behind him and smirks.

Simon Kalis: Sucker.

We fade to ringside...

Marco Dante & Cody Bogard vs Jimmy G. Freeman & Orville P. Ichabod

For GB Contendership Shot


Marco and Jimmy start off this contest with the traditional collar and elbow tie up, but Marco made him pay with a quick succession of chain wrestling moves that eventually wore Jimmy down to the canvas. Marco pulled himself and Jimmy towards his corner where he used his foot to tag in Cody. Cody took over as Marco pulled Jimmy up, Cody slapping on a side headlock. Jimmy sent him into the ropes, but Cody was able to slam on the brakes to prevent the side headlock from being broken. Jimmy pounded his elbow into Jimmy's side a couple of times eventually wearing down Cody and breaking the hold However Cody was able to catch the wrist, walk up the corner, tag in Marco, and flip over Jimmy driving Jimmy's head into the canvas with a flipping twisting leg drop from the corner. Marco pulled Jimmy up shoving him into the corner where he worked over Jimmy with elbows, knees, and some stomps to the midsection. Orville wanted into the match but could not come in because of the definite double team that would have taken place. Marco and Cody worked over Jimmy with quick tags; working extremely well for a thrown together tag team.Cody went to tag himself back into the match, but jimmy shoved Marco out of the way preventing the tag. Jimmy took advantage working over Marco with move after move, but Marco was able to staunch the flow of offense with a boot to the midsection of Jimmy. Marco went for a suplex, but Jimmy countered with a desperation swinging neckbreaker. Jimmy then took his time, having been in the match for nearly ten minutes and got in some offense. Jimmy hit a leg drop, knee drop, elbow drop and managed to work over the right ankle of Marco as well.

Jimmy grabbed the ankle of Marco and it was his and Orville's turn to take advantage of quick and highly successful tags into the match. Orville with a couple of stomps onto the knee and ankle as he had it draped on the bottom rope. Orville was successful in a few leg drops and locked in a side headlock to wear Marco down. Orville lifted Marco up to his feet, but was able to shove Orville hard into the corner and allowed him to tag in Cody out of desperation. Cody came into the match and was ready to be on fire. Orville dropped his head sending Cody crashing back first on the top of the corner turnbuckle knocking the breath right out of him. Orville worked over his side and shoulder with some arm wrench and a chicken wing. Jimmy receives the tag and comes back into the match to give Orville some resting time. After a bit more back and forth Marco took out Orville while Cody nailed Senada Ten for the pin and the win.

Winner: Marco and Cody 18:22

Dinner Time!


Backstage, President Robinson is sitting at his stupidly huge and fancy desk. There's a knock on the door and a waiter dressed in a tuxedo wheels a cart into the room. Without looking up from his paperwork, the waiter heads to a small table that's set with fine china and a candelabra. The waiter sets a large silver bucket on the table, followed by a plate covered with a silver domed lid. Once the waiter finishes and leaves, Rob gets up and sits down at the table. He lifts the lid to find a lobster and filet mignon. He sets into the food when there's another knock on the door and Fantastic Andy Strickland walks in, eating a Hot Pocket.

Rob Robinson: Hey Andy. Did you take care of the merch stands like I asked?

Fantastic Andy: Sure did, boss. I took out all the wrestler merchandise and replaced it with the leftover Robinson Pro stuff.

Rob Robinson: Great.

Fantastic Andy: Are you eating lobster and steak?

Rob Robinson: What, you thought I'd be eating a Hot Pocket? Speaking of which, where the hell did you find that?

Fantastic Andy: At the catering table. That's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. You need to call the caterer up and complain. All they put out this week was four boxes of ham & cheese and four boxes of pepperoni.

Rob Robinson: You got that from catering? Damn it, Andy! Those are for the wrestlers, not you!

Fantastic Andy: Wait. You knew about this?

Rob Robinson: Of course I did! We've got to cut costs someplace, don't we? Jesus, if anyone comes to me complaining that they didn't get a Hot Pocket, I'm sending them to look for you. Now hand me that corkscrew, will you?

Fantastic Andy looks om the desk and hands Robinson the corkscrew. Robinson pulls a bottle of Yoohoo out of the bucket and uses the corkscrew to open it.

Fantastic Andy: Why did you need a corkscrew to open a bottle of Yoohoo?

Rob Robinson: Because this isn't just Yoohoo, Andy. This is Yoohoo Reserve Stock. This batch is from 1986. [Robinson takes a sip and sighs happily.] An amazing year. But hey, for $250 a bottle, it better be, am I right?

Fantastic Andy: You... You paid $250 for that bottle?

Rob Robinson: Yep, and it was worth every penny.

Fantastic Andy: Rob, you had me reprice all the shirts to $25. So you've got to sell ten of them just to cover your Yoohoo expenses tonight!

Rob Robinson: Andy, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

Fantastic Andy: No, it really isn't, Rob. Do the math. $25 a shirt times ten shirts is $250. That's how much you're spending on Yoohoo.

Rob Robinson: No, that's how much I'm spending on this bottle of Yoohoo. Like I'm gonna just have one.

Simon Kalis vs David Blazenwing(c)

Intercontinental Title Match


Jon McDaniel: Well the next match wasn't even schedueled to happen tonight, folks.

Brian Rentfro: Nope but this asshole David Blazenwing thinks he can just waltz into REBEL Pro and screw over the greatest wrestler alive without consequences!


Jon McDaniel: Still suckling the Kalis teet even after Rampage two weeks ago huh?

Brian Rentfro: Yes, it pays well!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger!

"Same Direction" by Hoobastan hits over the speakers and the crowd jumps to their feet. Simon Kalis comes running out onto the stage in a large black leather trench coat, Versace shades covering his eyes. He licks his lips and smirks as he spins around to face the curtain as the BWF Tag Team Champions, Meghan and Tamika Nash Strader step out behind him.

Eric Emerson: Accompanied to the ring by the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... The Cowgirls from HELL!!!

The Girls get a HUGE pop as Simon Kalis falls to his knees in front of them. They raise their BWF Tag Team titles up as Simon raises his arms pointing with his index finger skyward and pyros shooting off behind them all.

Eric Emerson: He weighed in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds and stands in at six foot three inches tall!

Simon hops back onto his feet, bobbing his head as The Cowgirls and him begin making their way down to the ring, with mostly cheers coming from the crowd here in Tokyo.

Eric Emerson: He hails from OSAKA, JAPAN BY WAY OF MONTREAL, QUEBEC CANADA!!!!

This illicts a HUGE pop as Simon chucks off his trench coat and throws it to some cheering fans in the audience. The Cowgirls From Hell get into the ring, slowly and methodically as Simon sits on the second rope for them with a cunning smirk.

Eric Emerson: He is THE LAST SUPERSTAR....

The Girls pose in the middle of the ring holding up their BWF Tag Team titles as Simon falls forward on his knees once again shooting his arms up skyward, pyros popping off in quick succession behind them all.

Eric Emerson: SIMON KALIS!

Simon and Tamika share a quick kiss and Kalis hugs Meghan as the best tag team in the AoWF steps out of the ring while simon chucks his Versace shades into the crowd and pulls his elbow pads, tightens his knee brace and stretches.

Jon McDaniel: Simon getting the love from the Japanese crowd here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Well he did spend his exhile here, his first two children were born here so... Yes. Big Rayn tribute for the entrance, could you tell?

Jon McDaniel: Yeah. Rayn.

Eric Emerson: And the CHAMPION!

The crowd turns to the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin... weighing in tonight at 245 pounds... he is Milwaukee's Greatest Export... The PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... 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.

DING DING DING

Simon stares across menacingly at Blazenwing as Blazenwing circles the ring, pulling on his elbow pads. The Cowgirls pull up seats at ringside with some popcorn and Coke's as Blazenwing and Kalis lock up. There's a bit of a struggle that ensues, each man pushing down on the other with their strength. Finally Blazenwing twists Simon's arm around and puts him into an armbar, Simon slaps his shoulder and throws out his free elbow into Blazenwing's head. Blazenwing dodges it by side stepping at the last moment and whips Simon into the ropes and as Simon comes back Blazenwing expertly clotheslines him to the canvas. Blazenwing stomps down on Simon Kalis repeatedley as Simon rolls away from him, right out of the ring and to the outside. Simon puts his hands on his hips and takes a deep breath, getting a sip of that refreshing Coca Cola beverage from Tamika at ringside. Referee Dwayne Cross begins a ten count as Blazenwing shakes his head, leaning against the ropes while Simon stares back into the ring at him.

1!

Jon McDaniel: Simon taking a breather? He shouldn't smoke so much.

2!

Brian Rentfro: I guess Dave is pretty content with a countout victory.

3!

Simon smacks his chest a few times before rolling back into the ring, immediately Blazenwing pounces right back on him. Simon from the canvas puts his arms up to cover his body and face as Blazenwing stomps relentlessly, until Cross finally stops David for a moment. Simon immediately sits up on his knees and pushes Cross out of the way as he gets up, low blowing Blazenwing out of the referee's view and then impact DDTing him to the canvas. Kalis rolls David over and drapes himself over the Intercontinental Champ.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Blazenwing easily kicks out jusssst after the 2 count and Simon immediately gets to his feet and picks up Dave's legs. Dave tries to wiggle his legs out of Simon's grip but he can't as Simon locks in a sharpshooter and clenches in the submission hold tightly. Simon wrenches the sharpshooter on Blazenwing but he flat out refuses to give up, shaking his head vehemently. Kalis licks his lips as he tightens the hold, pulling back and yelling for Blazenwing to quit. The camera catches a glimpse of the BWF Tag Team Champions at ringside, smirking and nodding as they watch.

Jon McDaniel: There's no quit in Blazenwing!

Brian Rentfro: Well he probably should, really. He's a jackass who cost the great Kalis REBEL Pro gold, only fitting Simon take away his PWA gold!

Jon McDaniel: This isn't Trading Spouses: Wrestling Championship Edition, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Well damn it, it should be!

Blazenwing reaches out for the ropes and JUSSSSST manages to grab onto the bottom ropes. The referee begins demanding Simon release the hold and begins a count and at the very last moment Simon lets go. He gets right into Dwayne Cross' face and begins cussing him out. Blazenwing holds his legs and slaps them for good measure, quickly getting to his knees behind Simon and rolling him up out of no where!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Simon kicks out just before Cross' hand hits the canvas. Blazenwing looks up pissed off, but Cross shakes his head and holds up the two fingers and tells David not to start arguing now. Simon crawls away and gets to his feet, and now Blazenwing is quickly back on his. Kalis rushes forward but Blazenwing sends him to the canvas with a quick counter hip toss. Kalis rolls with it, back on his feet and Blazenwing instinctively with an arm drag sends Simon back to the canvas yet again. And yet again Simon rolls with and gets back to his feet. Simon bounces off he ropes and goes for a clothesline on David Blazenwing, who ducks it. Simon hits the other ropes, bounces back and Blazenwing goes for a superkick! Simon ducks it, drops forward and headbutts David Blazenwing... IN THE BALLS?!

Jon McDaniel: Well I wasn't expecting that.

Cameras show the crowd, and one particularly chubby brown fan holding a sign that says "NO HOMO (ROFLS)" smirks as he sees himself on the ADCTron.

Brian Rentfro: That guy must've been.

Kalis slides out of the ring to take a breather and throws himself into a group of cheering fans who throw water on his bald head and rub it with their hands to clean it off. Blazenwing is on his feet groggily, holding himself in the BWF's Crown Jewels as it were. As Blazenwing gets to his feet he grabs onto Dwayne Cross, accidentally knocking him into a corner turnbuckle. Cross rolls out of the ring seemingly unconscience because referee's are about as tough as autumn leaves. Kalis circles the ring slapping the hands of fans here in Tokyo, big Simon Kalis marks. Blazenwing runs and throws himself over the top rope with a suicide plancha! But! Simon throws out a Muay Thai fashioned thrust kick, nailing his shin to Blazenwing like a baseball bat to a squirrel. Blazenwing crumples to the outside and Kalis with another thrust kick to the side of his head sends him down.

Brian Rentfro: YES! We've got the best seats for all Kalis action, all Kalis times.

Jon McDaniel: He paid you off well, didn't he?

Brian Rentfro: Hell yeah!

Blazenwing low blows Simon and Simon winces, stumbling around till he keels over the Japanese announcers table. They seem very expressive, jumping around and flailing their arms like he just went through their table. Blazenwing's back up and hits Simon over the back of the head with an axehandle smash. Simon rolls onto the Japanese announcers table. Blazenwing quickly heads to the apron, jumping up and then climbing to the top rope. The Japanese announcers seem to be screaming as they get up from their spot at ringside. We can't understand them because they're talking Japanese though and Blazenwing FLIES off the top rope and lands THE HOT SHOT on Simon Kalis, putting both men through the announcers table.

Brian Rentfro: Well you know, if I could pronounce their names I'd apologize for them.

Jon McDaniel: All Blazenwing needs to do is throw Simon into the ring and he could very well have victory here.

Blazenwing is up gingerly as he lifts Simon Kalis up, who's even worse off and throws him onto the apron and into the ring. Just then Tamika gets to her feet and rushes over, lifting up her half of the BWF Tag Team titles and SMASHING IT into Blazenwings face! Blazenwing falls to the ground and Tamika lifts her BWF boss up, throws him into the ring. Meghan is helping referee Dwayne Cross get reaquainted with reality as Tamika slides into the ring, help drape Simon Kalis' arm over a now bloodied David Blazenwing.

Jon McDaniel: DAMN! Did Tamika just lay out David Blazenwing, the owner of Blazenwing Wrestling Federation, with a title from his OWN federation?

Brian Rentfro: Hahahahaha. Irony.

Cross finally slides into the ring and makes the count.

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! BLAZENWING KICKS OUT!

Blazenwing shoots his shoulder up at the last second, and the crowd goes nuts. Simon rolls off him, pulling spliners and other shit out of his back from being pushed through a table. Blazenwing grabs Cross again and wipes his blood on Cross' referee shirt and before Cross can warn Blazenwing to stop grabbing him, Cross falls over and hits his face on the canvas from Blazenwing using him as leverage to pull himself up.

Brian Rentfro: Watch out Simon! A wild SNORLAX just appeared.

Jon McDaniel: No that's Emily Corlen with a chair!

Corlen hops through the crowd again and slides right into the ring. Simon's up and turns around, Corlen taps the REBEL Pro Aggression title around her waist. Blazenwing gets to his feet behind Simon and as Corlen swings with all her might, Simon ducks and she NAILS David Blazenwing with the chair, crumpling it around his skull as he hits the canvas. Corlen drops the chair in disbelief.

Emily Corlen: Oh come on!! AGAIN? REALLY?!

Brian Rentfro: She must be color blind. You're supposed to hit the BLACK one, Emily! The BLACK one!

Tamika and Meghan grab Corlen's feet and sweep her off them, pulling her out of the ring and a brawl ensues. Simon quickly gets to his feet as Dwayne Cross is coming to and picks Blazenwing up by his suddenly long flowing blonde hair, locks him up and spins, dropping him head first into the chair with a spinning kamikaze- THE PIONEERING SPIRIT! Corlen flees through the crowd as the Girls grab the chair out of the ring. Simon drops onto Blazenwing and hooks the leg as Cross looks up and sees the pin.

1!

2!!

3!!!

The crowd is in complete shock!!!

DING DING DING

Kalis rolls off of Blazenwing and The Cowgirls From Hell slide into the ring to help him up. Blazenwing is finally coming to and looks around in disbelief as Simon is handed the PWA Intercontinental title.

Eric Emerson: The winner by pinfall, and NEEEEEEEEEW PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!

Fans With Japanese Accent: SIMON KARIS!!!!!

Kalis begins laughing at David Blazenwing who rolls out of the ring. Corlen hops back over the barricade and begins apologizing.

Jon McDaniel: Talk about DEJA-VU, Brian! Not but a week ago Emily Corlen came in with chairs blazing and hit the wrong man, costing Hostile the interfed battle with Simon. Yet again she costs the wrong man the match.

Brian Rentfro: Who cares! Blazenwing got what he deserved! Somewhere, Mark Sommers is smiling at something Simon's done.

Jon McDaniel: Right I'm sure, and I bet President Robinson is glad he just saved himself two million dollars.

Brian Rentfro: Definitely.

Blazenwing and Corlen head back up the ramp exchanging words with The Cowgirls from Hell and Simon Kalis, who each hold their titles up and flip Emily and David off with their thoughts. And by thoughts we mean middle fingers.

Jon McDaniel: Something tells me this isn't the end of this, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: No... It's only the beginning.

The Punisher's Call


We fade backstage where an all out brawl has already begun, the cameras rushing to catch it.

Spectre: This will be your defining moment, Joshua.

Spectre grabs Joshua Danielson by the neck and lifts him into the air. Danielson grabs onto Spectre's wrist and pulls his legs up and around Spectre's neck and begins choking him between their grip as Spectre chokes him. Finally Danielson gets free as Spectre lets go of his grip and flips Spectre to the cold hard cement ground of the arena floor. Spectre gets back up immediately as does Joshua Danielson.

Joshua Danielson: You don't know what you're doing, Spec.

Spectre: I know exactly what I'm doing boy.

Spectre rushes forward and Danielson uses his speed to deke out of the way and crack Spectre with an enziguri kick. Out of nowhere Danielson grabs a steel chair that's set up near a table off to the side, folds it up and cracks it over Spectre's head. Spectre stumbles forward, pushing the camera aside. Suddenly they appear to be near a curtain and as Danielson rushes at Spectre, Spectre steps back and puts his foot out, tripping Danielson through the curtain.

Jon McDaniel: Whoa! This fight just spilled out right here to ringside! They're both on the entrance ramp stage brawling it out!

Brian Rentfro: There's some serious bad blood suddenly between these two, after Simon Kalis told Spectre to take out Danielson.

Jon McDaniel: And Starr is NOT pleased with that.

Danielson and Spectre trade shots on the entrance ramp before Spectre clocks Danielson with an errant elbow to the head. Danielson stumbles back, near the ledge of the stage. Spectre picks him back up by the neck, smirking as he holds Danielson over the near six foot drop to the side of the stage where tables with sound and video equipment sit. At the last second Danielson brings his legs back up around Spectre's neck as Spectre goes to drop him, both men go off the stage AND CRASH THROUGH THREE TABLES WITH AUDIO AND VIDEO EQUIPMENT!! The crowd goes nuts in disbelief as Danielson and Spectre lay in the debris motionless.

Jon McDaniel: My god these guys must be hurt badly! They just took each other out!

Brian Rentfro: Stunning! Punishing, even!

The camera shows EMT's arriving to check on the two men, who still remain utterly knocked out after the severe drop from the stage.

Jon McDaniel: Uh we'll cut to commercial as we get this cleaned up and check on those men. Though to be honest, after what Spectre did to us two weeks ago... Can't say I'm saddened by this.

Brian Rentfro: He choked me with my own tie! He should've been fired but all that money Simon gave me makes me feel better.

All Is Fair in Love and War


We're backstage at a locker room door that clearly reads Matthew Engel. However, the door is cracked open. Is it time for the PWA camera crew to act like a peeping tom? Why yes, it is. However, don't expect any nudity or drugs; just be surprised.

Matthew Engel: "I've missed you."

The camera gets a glimpse of Matthew Engel, laying back in a chair. There's a woman sitting next to him on the adjacent couch. She grabs his hand, but her face is still hidden.

Woman: "I've missed you a lot, Matt. Thanks for coming to see me last Monday."

Matthew Engel: "No problem, but I didn't expect to get on TV."

Woman: "That's fine. Just the fact that you were there made all the difference."

They embrace for a kiss... and that's when you see who it is - former PWA Tag Team Champion, Meghan Nash Strader. Let the oh's and ah's begin!

Matthew Engel: "What are the chances of me talking you and your sister out of the AoWF Tag Title match next Sunday?"

He says with a chuckle. He already knows the answer.

MNS: "Not good, Matt. This is a great opportunity for us."

Matthew Engel: "Oh, I know. You know, I had to say what I said earlier tonight, about beating you guys and looking forward to facing you. I've got a reputation to uphold."

MNS: "Conceited prick?"

Matthew Engel: "Bingo."

MNS: "That woman is a big cunt, Matt. Maybe I'll fight her in BWF."

Matthew Engel: "I wouldn't. There won't be much left of her after tonight."

Meghan smiles. She looks at her cell phone.

MNS: "Speaking of, I'll let you get ready. Good luck out there, Matt. I'll be watching."

Matthew Engel: "Thanks. For everything, I mean. I never thought I would say this, but you've been a great girl to me. I won't forget that."

She stands up, giving him a seductive look.

MNS: "I know you won't."

She winks, and then turns around. She notices the camera, but the camera quickly dives around the corner. We see MNS leaving the locker room, not turning around for any comments or whatever. She disappears around the corner, as we cut back to the announcer's table.

Brian Rentfro: "Whoa, Jon! Romance is in the air!"

Jon McDaniel: "That's got disaster written all over it. Don't they like...not like each other because of how terrible Engel used to be?"

Brian Rentfro: "Engel's a lucky man, Jon!"

Matthew Engel vs Katie James

Champion vs Chick Singles Match


Picture a ring? Have you got it?Now picture this same ring with a champion inside of it, taking on someone in a non title match. Are you with me so far? Now picture that this is a classic. A real clinic. A slobberknocker. Whatever you want to call it. Matthew Engel is someone who doesn't know how to have a bad match. In the beginning it was all pretty basic with hammerlocks and what not (you know, day one wrestling school stuff) but after a chain wrestling exchange, Katie had the temerity to slap Engel right across the face. He didn't like that one bit, no siree. He beat her ass around ringside like she had stolen money from his grandma. It got so heated that the referee had to put his foot down and say "Nu uh!".

Engel stayed within the rules after that but remained pretty physical, keeping up an onslaught of punches and kicks, even throwing in an old school back rake. Katie began to rally back and hit a succession of big moves one after the other. It was starting to look like Engel's ass was toast and that we had an upset on our hands. We go to the closing sequence...

Engel staggers to his feet and James attempts a Shatter Shot DDT. Engel blocks the move however and counters with northern lights suplex. He holds for a cover.

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Engel gets up and stomps her right in the head. She lays there dazed while he jumps to the top rope and hits the Euthanasia. Engel could go for the pin, but opts to go for a million dollar dream chokehold. He sinks it in and squeezes until James turns blue in the face and passes out. The referee calls for the bell. Engel holds it in for a little while after before finally letting it go on a second bell ring.

WINNER: Matthew "The Virus" Engel

Matt Stone vs Mark McNasty vs Jethro Hayes

Winners Meet for IC Title Shot


Jon McDaniel: “Well, here we have our triple threat match, this is going to get exciting.”

Brian Rentfro: “You got that right, Jon. Matt Stone is going to come out and clean up, I know it”

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

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia. 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.

Eric Emerson: He's "The Main Event."

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

Eric Emerson: 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.

"Time for a lil' Southern Justice"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The chorus hits up again...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jethro points to the crowd one last time as the blacktop view on the big screen seemingly flies through the screen, showing that Jethro considers those fans in attendance friends.(it goes back to the very first line in the first verse). Jethro turns to face Mark McNasty, nodding his head at him and waiting for their mutual opponent to come down to the ring.

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

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

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

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. Katrina and Elizabeth walk over to the commentary table and take two seats that are prepared for them as Stone shouts out "I'm the best there is!" He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. "You don't deserve to see me!" He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Mark McNasty and Jethro are standing in the middle of the ring staring each other down as Stone’s theme is fading out.

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like we’re about ready to start!”

Brian Rentfro: “Huh? Sorry, I was looking at these lovely ladies”

Katrina waves to Brian with a smile on her face as Matt Stone walks right between Jethro and Mark on his way to the ropes, raising his arms in the air. Mark and Jethro look to Stone, then back to each other and nod. The bell sounds.

Ding Ding!

Stone is still grandstanding in front of the crowd, and when he turns around he takes a shot straight to the jaw from both Jethro and McNasty! Matt drops down quickly to the mat, but starts to get up only to be picked up and slammed to the mat by Jethro. Stone persistently starts to get up again and this time is grabbed by McNasty and slammed down to the mat again. Again, Matt slowly starts to get up and Jethro and mark separate a bit from themselves to get in a better position. As Matt get’s up, Jethro punches him straight in the face, causing Matt to turn around and take another stiff shot in the face from Mark McNasty. Matt slowly turns back to Jethro and takes a stiff chop in the chest from Hayes and slowly revolves to Mark where he is met with another stiff chop to the chest. Matt’s chest is beginning to redden and he turns back to Jethro who just knocks him on his ass with a stiff boot. The crowd is cheering as Mark looks to Jethro with a slight smile on his face, which is returned in kind. Mark sends a kick to Matt’s back as he is seated and Jethro sends a kick to Matt’s chest, a little harder than Mark’s kick. Not to be outdone, McNasty sends another kick to Stone’s back and Matt screams out in pain. Jethro has an idea, and calls Mark over to his side. He’s soon joined by Mark and the two of them each grab one of Matt’s legs. Stone is looking up, now on his back pleading with them, but then smile down and each pull away at the same time. Matt screams out in pain as he holds his crotch.

Brian Rentfro: “What’s going on here? It’s supposed to be everyman for himself!”

Jon McDaniel: “It is, they’ll turn on each other soon enough, but right now they’re focusing on Matt, it’s good strategy.”

Brian Rentfro: “Good strategy? It’s cheating!”

Matt was using the ropes trying to get to his feet and was cut off by Mark, taking a hard elbow to the side of the head, Matt was forced in a corner. Nasty licked his hand and gave Stone a huge chop in the corner. The crowd whoo’d along with the sound and Jethro walked over. Mark stepped away and Jethro measured Stone before sending another chop at his already beat red chest, once again the crowd going along with the wrestling tradition and whoo’d again. Stone tried to crawl out of the corner and had his right arm grabbed by Jethro, his left arm grabbed by Nasty. They both sent Stone across the ring to the ropes, but Stone hooked the top rope on the other side to stop his momentum.

Brian Rentfro: “Good, now Matt can take a break”

Jon McDaniel: “Or he could charge at the two of them”

Brian Rentfro: “Charge them? Why would he do that?”

Jon McDaniel: “I’m not sure, but he’s doing it”

Stone indeed charged at Jethro and McNasty, going for a double clothesline, but he was immediately stopped when they both rose their foot in the air and stone got double booted! Matt fell backwards on the mat and Jethro and Mark gave each other a high five. Stone was starting to get up and Jethro grabbed his head, getting him in a side headlock. Mark just lingered back as Jethro kept the side headlock on. Matt tried to push Jethro off towards the ropes, but after two steps Jethro stopped his own momentum and kept the headlock cinched in. Stone was getting annoyed and grabbed Jethro’s pants, using it as leverage as he applied a back suplex on Jethro. Jethro was slammed down to the mat and Matt slowly got to his feet, looking down at Jethro.

Matt: “You see that? That’s why I’m the best!”

Stone was shouting down at Jethro, but didn’t notice McNasty behind him.

Brian Rentfro: “Matt, turn around!”

It was too late, Mark reeled back and nailed Stone right in the back of the head!

Jon McDaniel: “That’s it! Lights out!”

Stone was nailed from behind, but stumbled forward and fell out of the ring through the ropes. The second Stone hit the floor outside; both Katrina and Elizabeth got off their chairs and went to his side to see if he was okay. Mark started to go out of the ring to collect Stone, but he was stopped by Jethro, who grabbed Mark’s right arm. Jethro spun McNasty around and sent a hard shot to his jaw line. Mark reeled back from the blow and sent one back at Jethro. Before long the two of them were exchanging blows back and forth.

Jon McDaniel: “Here we go, these two legends are really going at it now.”

Brian Rentfro: “I think Matt might be knocked out.”

Jon McDaniel: “Well why don’t you check on him? I’m going to watch these two hall of Famer’s in the ring”

McNasty had taken the advantage in the ring, backing Jethro into a corner. McNasty mounted Hayes in the corner and started reigning fists down upon Jethro’s head. The crowd was chanting along with the blows. “Seven!” “Eight!” “Nine!” But before Mark could get the tenth blow in Jethro forced his way out of the corner and gave McNasty an inverted atomic drop. Nasty stood on his feet holding his groin and he was dropped by a hard clothesline by Hayes. Jethro got down for a cover. He hooked Mark’s leg as the referee got down for the cover.

One!

Two!

McNasty kicked out with some force. Jethro didn’t expect to get the victory with that cover, just to tell McNasty that he was there. Jethro got to his feet as did mark, the two men locking up in the middle. Jethro used his size advantage to go behind Mark and get him in a waist lock. Mark went for a back elbow to Jethro’s jaw, but the move was avoided and Mark spun to face Jethro who grabbed Mark off his feet into a bear hug. Jethro started squeezing the air out of McNasty’s body. Jethro started to thrust Mark back and forth, trying to ad a whiplash effect to the bear hug. Mark reached down and was bale to rake Jethro’s eyes to get him to release the hold. McNasty backed up against the ropes and used them for added momentum as he ran at Jethro going for a big boot. Jethro was knocked off his feet and landed hard on the mat. Mark reached down and quickly grabbed Jethro’s legs and wrapped them together, turning him over and getting him in a unique submission hold.

Jon McDaniel: “There it is! Pure Nastyness! I was talking to Mark backstage before the show and he told me to look out for it.”

Brian Rentfro: “Look! Stone is getting back in the ring!”

Matt was holding the back of his head as he rolled under the bottom rope. Jethro was in pain from the submission hold, but was refusing to give up. Suddenly, the hold was released by Mark as he saw Stone getting to his feet. Mark dashed across the ring and clothes lined Stone over the top ropes, crashing right back down to the floor outside. Katrina and Elizabeth went back to looking after Stone as Mark turned back around as Jethro was getting back to his feet. Mark took two steps closer and was nailed hard as Jethro lunged forward with a clothesline. Both men were knocked down from the blow, Jethro having his arm across the chest of Mark.

One!

Two!

Mark kicked out. Nasty rolled on his side and started getting to his feet. Jethro started getting up as well, a little gingerly from the Pure Nastyness. Mark was to his feet first, followed by Jethro. Mark tried to give Jethro a scoop slam, however Jethro countered with an elbow to Mark’s shoulder and picked him up instead, Jethro slamming Mark down to the mat. Nasty getting back to his feet and he was slammed once again by Jethro Hayes. Once more, Jethro saw Mark getting to his feet and picked him up, this time falling down with him in a power slam. Jethro got to his feet and rose his arms in the air and the crowd started cheering as Matt Stone once again started getting in the ring. Before Matt could fully get in the ring, Jethro picked him up high in the air, walked around with Stone balancing on his shoulders and Jethro slammed stone straight to the mat with the Georgia Slam!

Brian Rentfro: “What is going on? Matt can’t even get out of the blocks, here!”

Jon McDaniel: “Perhaps they’re trying to shut him up?”

Brian Rentfro: “Perhaps you should shut up”

Jethro was in firm control now, with both Nasty and Stone on the mat. After delivering his patented slam on Stone, he turned his attention to Mark. Nasty was getting back up and as Jethro approached him, Mark hit Jethro in the head with a back elbow, then grabbed Jethro’s arm and whipped him into the corner. Mark follows him in the corner and delivers a shoulder thrust into the guy of the Southern Hero. Mark grabs his head and get’s on the turnbuckle. Mark then pushes off the corner, spinning in the air and driving Jethro’s head into the mat with a vicious reverse DDT

Jon McDaniel: “There’s the M&M By Mark McNasty!”

Brian Rentfro: “I don’t think Matt has moved.”

Jon McDaniel: “Look, Mark is pinning Hayes!”

One

Two

Kickout!

Jethro got the shoulder up after the M&M. Mark was getting upset that he couldn’t put away Hayes. Nasty picked up Jethro from the mat and picked up Hayes and quickly slammed him down to the mat. Mark then got out on the apron and started climbing the turnbuckle. Nasty looked down at Jethro and stood up on the turnbuckle, staring down at Jethro.

Jon McDaniel: “Could this be the Malicious Intent?”

Brian Rentfro: “I think so, if he hits this, it’s over for Jethro and Matt will go to Honor Bound!”

Mark looked down one last time at Jethro and dove off the turnbuckle, successfully doing his back flip in mid air, but when he came down to the mat, Jethro was not there. Mark came crashing down to the mat, hitting nothing but canvas. Jethro got to his feet and grabbed Mark’s head, flipping over in a seated position with a quick snap mare. Jethro then ran at the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: “Jethro is going for the Southern Unhospitality, that’s a nasty combo”

Jon McDaniel: “Yes, a mean combo ind-“

Brian Rentfro: “C-c-c-c-combo Breaker!”

Stone had leapt into action and grabbed Jethro’s head, bringing him down upon Stone’s knee. Jehtro’s head snapped back as Stone layed on the canvas, breathing heavily.

Brian Rentfro: “Cover him! Jethro’s finished!”

Jon McDaniel: “Matt is down as well. Mark is getting up, will he cover Jethro?”

Nasty was back to his feet, but he didn’t notice Jethro down right away, instead he saw Stone laying there and Mark dropped a leg across the chest of Stone. McNasty then pinned Stone.

One

Two

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: “You pinned the wrong guy, idiot!”

Jon McDaniel: “Will you calm down?”

Mark picked up Stone and punched him in the face. Mark then caught Matt with a back elbow before tossing him into the far corner. Stone hit the corner hard and Nasty followed up and hit Matt with a big splash! Stone staggered out of the corner and Mark mounted the corner again. Matt slowly turned around and saw Mark on the middle rope, but couldn’t get out of the way fast enough and Mark dove off and hit Matt with the Totally Nasty, driving Stone skull first into the mat. Katrina got up on the apron and started screaming at Mark. Elizabeth ran over to the apron near Matt and tossed him something. Mark was looking at Katrina and walked up to her as she screamed at him. Katrina went to slap Mark, but Nasty blocked her arm and gave her a big kiss! Katrina was gagging and Mark pushed her off the apron with a smug smirk on his face. Liz ran over to check on Katrina and Nasty turned around. Stone was just getting up, still holding what was tossed to him

Brian Rentfro: “He can’t do that! He can’t kiss Katrina like that! That’s Sexual harassment!”

Jon McDaniel: “That’s Sexual Nastyness!”

Brian Rentfro: “What does that even mean?”

Jon McDaniel: “What does it matter, Stone has something in his right hand!”

Mark came over to where Stone was, but was caught right in the throat with the object Stone had in his right hand. Matt quickly dropped the object outside the ring and saw Jethro getting to his feet. Jethro charged at the two of them, Stone seeing this quickly tossed Mark over the top ropes to the floor and dashed at the charging Jethro who was going for the Plow, but all he got was a second C-c-c-c-combo Breaker!

Brian Rentfro: “Jethro is Down! Pin him Matt!”

Not that Stone needed instructions from a commentator, but he did just that and hooked Jethro’s far leg for the cover.

One

Two

Three!

The bell sounded and stone rose to his feet, spinning around to see if Mark was coming back. He wasn’t, Nasty just stood on the outside rubbing his throat, looking at Matt. The two had their names punched for Honor Bound. Stone was soon joined in the ring by Liz and Katrina, who was still coughing. Matt had a smirk on his face, knowing he was one step closer to the Intercontinental Championship. Mark then saw the object on the ground and picked it up. Getting in the ring, Mark went to attack Stone, but Matt saw him coming and bailed. All three of them vacated the ring quickly and Mark looked at the steel nail file in his hand. He tossed it to the ground as Matt Stone Ltd bailed

Jon McDaniel: “I guarantee that trick won’t work twice on Mark McNasty!”

Brian Rentfro: “It won’t have to; Matt Stone has a million ideas, each one more brilliant than the last. Good win for Matt Stone.”