Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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05-22-2011


The Last Pioneers Present: High Stakes!


The PWA High Stakes logo flashes over the screen as a bit of musical ambiance plays in the background, something by Frank Sinatra. Like you people know who that is, you Bieberite bastards. The first images appear, that of Marxx taking on Ash Nukem before the winner takes on Cody Bogard all for the PWA Grizzly Beer title! Exciting stuff!

Female Voice: Okay! So the first match is that. Thoughts?

Male Voice: Zzz... *cough, snore* zzzz..

Female Voice: Hey... Hey. HEY! WAKE UP!

Male Voice: Oh wha huh? Thought I heard something about a french guy a nerd and a zzzzzzzzz.....

Obviously there are two individuals watching this video package on a big screen in front of them.

Female Voice: And a what?

Male Voice: I think the point is nobody cares. Ash could be a World champion thumb wrestler. Marxx is probably gay, and has had many a man in a Minnesota bathroom leave "their Marxx" on him if you catch my drift.

He snickers, she tries to hide her giggle.

Female Voice: Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Male Voice: Well he's french, so of course not.

Male Voice: And then there's what's his face. Winner gets a big shiny belt. There! That cool?

Female Voice: Uhhh... Sure.

The next video package plays, highlighting the big back and forth awesomeness of Orville Ichabod and Jimmy Freeman.

Female Voice: Oh, two guys with middle initials. Mysterious.

The package shows highlights of their failed career as Retro N Hip and how Freeman is totally talented and that old retired bastard should've stayed in Florida. This video has bias.

Female voice: Sooo... it's a hipster against a dead guy? Sorry, almost dead guy? Yeesh... look at him! I think the Straders have more life in them.

Silence for a moment.

Female voice: Uh... too soon?

Male Voice: You're a fucking cunt.

Female Voice: You're a dick.

Male Voice: Sure am, sweet tits.

Female Voice: It's sweet cheeks.

Male Voice: I stand by my initial statement.

The next video package plays on the screen in front of them, as they munch on popcorn and sip some thug passion. It shows Jonathan Riker and Triad.

Male Voice: Oh sweet, someone nobody really cares about taking on the bad guy from the next Spiderman movie!

Female Voice: There's a new Spiderman movie?!

Male Voice: Sure is, they're revamping the series.

Female Voice: This whole thing is just awfully awful.

The next video package shows Spectre vs Joshua Danielson, and the long buildup over the last six weeks that no one paid attention to.

Female Voice: I like that Spectre guy.

Male Voice: Me too! He's fucking awesome. That other guy is a juggalo. I think he might also be gay, he drinks a lot of Orange Faygo.

Female Voice: Why's that make him gay?

Male Voice: Well replace the Y and G and you got Fag, yo.

Female Voice: You've got a problem with homosexuals don't you?

Male Voice: Well I spent a lot of time in prison, so I know how angry they are.

The next video package shows the stuff leading up to Nadare and Storm teaming against a German sensation and someone who apparently is in the band Rammstein, taking on Might & Magic.

Female Voice: You know who'd look good with the tag team titles? None of these jerk offs. Just sayin'.

Male Voice: NEXT! No one cares. God, is Cody Bogard in this match?

Female Voice: No he isn't, I think. But I thought we cared? Don't we want them?

Male Voice: Well yeah. I hope Rammstein wins. I used their music as a theme once.

Suddenly as the Finale vs Lucious Shadow Beta Juggalo Starr video begins to play, multiple gun shots ring out at the TV screen. The video crackles, and then stops playing as the TV obviously doesn't work anymore.

Female Voice: The hell did you do that for?

They both finally step in front of the screen and we see that it is, in fact, Emily Corlen and Simon Kalis.

Simon Kalis: I thought it was another Cody Bogard match coming up.

Emily Corlen: Alright, um, well, the guy running the machine's giving us the "you're taking too long" look anyways. So... let's see, I'm gonna win, you're gonna win, and then the PWA World title match... Jethro vs. Engel part 412? Skip it. Any other matches we forgot?

Simon Kalis: Well there's the big main event with Ryan Ross and Mark Zout taking on two former hoodie ninjas in masks.

Emily Corlen: Whoa, whoa, whoa! THAT'S the main event?! Are you joking?

Simon Kalis: No I think when Robinson saw this pay per view was called High Stakes, he figured he'd gamble the buy rate by putting Ryan Ross and Mark Zout as the main event. I figure it's cause by the time Engel and Hayes is over, people will be going to bed and turn off the TV anyways.

Emily Corlen: Yeah, no kidding. *laughs* Alright, it's settled. The PWA NEEDS us... we're going to save this damn company from itself. You in?

Simon Kalis: After this god awful segment? Sure am. I figure we just made a better debut than Marvin Wood and friends anyways. The PWA needs us like Joe BoXeR needs chemo.

Emily Corlen: Makes sense. You're a dick and anyone who stands in our way is gonna get fucked.

Simon Kalis: We're The Last Pioneers! And we would like to present: PWA HIGH STAKES! If you're still watching, have fun!

Emily Corlen: And if you're not still watching, your mother's a dirty whore and your significant other has ass cancer!

They walk off camera, but we can still hear them.

Simon Kalis: God this whole thing was just terrible. I told you we should've just burned the ring, sacraficed a cow or started the Fourth Reich or something. Those German guys would probably be down.

Emily Corlen: Don't look at me, Jeremy Gold wrote the script. I told you we should've written it!

The camera shows Jeremy Gold on a couch holding his teddy bear close to his heart.

Jeremy Gold: So you know why I call it Skittles?

The Teddy Bear: ....

Jeremy Gold: So you can TASTE THE RAINBOW!

Gold grabs his crotch as we fade backstage....

Tournaments, I Schedules Them


We open with Lean Bean Miller standing outside the door to President Robinson's office. He starts to knock on the door when it is opened and a series of workmen come out and shut it behind them. He starts to knock again, but is pushed aside by a series of men carrying vases of pansies. He looks around, sees no one, and finally knocks. Mr. Hardcore opens the door.

Mr Hardcore: Yeah, what is it Lean Bean?

Lean Bean Miller: I was here to get President Robinson's thoughts on tonight's main event, but now I want to ask about all this activity.

Mr Hardcore: Rob's kinda busy, come back later.

Lean Bean Miller: Busy doing what?

Mr Hardcore: Getting ready for the tournament.

Lean Bean Miller: We're having a tournament?

Mr Hardcore: Yeah, only the most important tournament of the year. Duh.

Lean Bean Miller: Why didn't I know about this? Who is in it? When does it start?

Mr Hardcore: Because you didn't need to know, the most important people and in about five minutes. Are we done, because I'm in the first round and I need to warm up.

Mr Hardcore doesn't wait for an answer, he just goes back in the room and shuts the door.

(Marxx vs Ash Nukem) vs Cody Bogard

Shark Tank/Release the Kraken! Match(es)


Marxx stands at the front gate of Sea World, looking for Ash, his first opponent in the Grizzly Beer Gauntlet match, when Ash comes flying from the gift store swinging a foot long stuffed Shamu whale connecting solidly with Marxx's head. Marxx, looks at Ash, laughter wanting to bubble up inside him when he kicks Ash in the gut, but Ash isn't finished as Shamu connects with a low blow on Marxx, who barely pays any attention. Marxx slams a forearm down on Ash, but Nukem delivers a swinging neckbreaker taking Marxx down to the concrete. Ash tosses Shamu away, damn fish ain't worth a damn. Marxx rolls out of the way, into the gift shop, where he pulls himself up at the counter. Ash comes flying in with a cross body, knocking the cash register off the counter and to the floor where Ash quickly scoops up as many quarters as he can and stuffs them in his Sea World fannypack hooked around his waist. Marxx leaps to the counter, coming off with a leg drop, but instead brings down a Sea World t-shirt, size XL, to choke the life right out of Ash. Marxx then preceeds to beat the living hell out of Ash... with the t-shirt. Marxx is whipping the shit out of Ash like Ash is some red headed step child that stole the last damn cookie out of the jar.

Brian Rentfro: Are we really watching this?

Jon McDaniel: Yup.

Brian Rentfro: A Sea World shirt... really?

Jon McDaniel: Better than a Mickey Mouse shirt.

Brian Rentfro: True.

Ash picks up a walrus snow globe, slamming it into Marxx's face sending him stumbling back. Ash picks up a Shamu hand puppet and then uses it to yell obscenities as Marxx holds at his bleeding lip. Ash comes flying with an axe handle smash, but Marxx ducks under sending Ash over with a hip toss that slams Ash' back into a puzzle display for kids. Ash pulls himself out, a piece of puzzle sticking to his forehead and cheek but there is no rest for Ash as Marxx comes firing on all cylinders with rights and lefts just coming faster than those damn ghosts in othe original version of Pac-man when it cost a quarter to play in the laundromat. Ash gives Marxx the finger of doom finisher, but Marxx just looks down a bit surprised.

Brian Rentfro: Ash with the Finger Poke of Doom!

Jon McDaniel: And it has no effect, contrary to popular belief.

Brian Rentfro: But I've always wanted to say that in a match.

Marxx looks back up, shaking his head and Ash gulps loudly before firing off a karate kick, or at least he tries to. Ash would have connected and caught Marxx off guard, if his foot hadn't been caught in a pile of t-shirts. Ash hit the floor, but he regroups to pull Marxx off his feet and thanks to the millions... and millions of puzzle pieces, Marxx slips falling to his back. Ash makes the first cover of the match, but forgets that he has to toss Marxx into a tank of sharks. Upon thinking this, Ash gulps and looks down at Marxx before pulling the damn Canadian up to his feet and peppering him with several Shamu hand puppet fists to the mouth and head. Marxx fires a right back at Ash, but the avid videogamer ducks under right into a lifted knee from Marxx. Ash is busted open, at least his lip is anyways. Ash stumbles out of the gift store and out into the bright sunshiney day of Sea World, taking a chance to bask in the glory of the sunshine. He pulls a camera from his pocket, quickly snapping a shot of himself before turning to look at the digital display. He gulps turning around, Marxx with a boat paddle right onto his face knocking him out cold. Marxx lifts Ash up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, heading across the whole damn park to the shark tank. Marxx spots an ice cream vendor, tossing Ash down with a slam before picking out a chocolate dipped replica of Shamu and hurriedly biting off the head to that damn big old ass whale. Ash comes too and orders a strawberry dolphin sherbert and the two take time to finish their ice cream. Ash is the first to finish as Marxx is looking off in the distance, unaware that Ash is back up. Ash stabs Marxx in the back with the popsicle stick.

Brian Rentfro: I've seen it all now.

Jon McDaniel: Ash with the popsicle jab to the shoulderblades!

Brian Rentfro: Now... I've heard it all.

Marxx drops his ice cream, thoroughly pissed as he was nearly finished with it and he loves chocolate dipped vanilla ice cream especially in the shape of Shamu. Marxx slams Ash's head into the freezer, repeatedly slamming the door on his opponent. Ash falls back, Marxx delivering a knee right into his face before lifting him back up. Ash with an inverted DDT that manages to send Marxx's head into the freezer's door. Ash looks up as the vendor comes running from the back, Ash scoops Marxx up onto his shoulder, heading towards the train that will carry him across the park. Ash slams Marxx's damn head into the door, repeatedly with the damn bell ringing every time the door connects with his head. Ash slams him onto the seat connecting with a leg lariat before sitting down beside him and picking up his IPhone to play a game of IBowling Free edition, why pay for the full version when his IPhone is jailbroken anyways? Marxx begins to come to just as Ash receives a strike in the 9th frame, a near perfect game... Marxx sends an elbow into the IPhone, shattering the touch screen. Ash stares down at the two broken halves of the phone, then up into Marxx's face. Marxx with a headbutt knocks Ash out cold as they stop and see the Shark tank fifty feet away.

Brian Rentfro: What an ass, those phones are damn expensive.

Jon McDaniel: If he hadn't jailbroken it, then insurance would pay for it.

Marxx drags Ash over to the tank, noticing that its feeding time in about a minute he tosses Ash up and over, but Ash must have sensed something as he fights back down beside Marxx delivering an elbow into his midsection/rib area. Marxx doubles over, Ash lifting him up and back body drops Marxx into the whale shark tank, effectively eliminating him from this gauntlet. Ash is screaming bloody murder as the whale sharks come up to him and nuzzle him inside the tank; Marxx turns to laugh at him.

Jon McDaniel: Whale sharks?

Brian Rentfro: They are killers!

Jon McDaniel: Of what... exactly?

Brian Rentfro: Plankton! They are vile homicidal creatures of the ocean's deep!

Ash turns around right into a Cody Bogard flying knee strike to the face. Ash stumbles back as Marxx is still screaming bloody murder. Cody looks up, pointing down the street.

Marxx: Really?

Cody nods as Marxx jumps out of the pool and heads to the video game arcade where you can go whaling with Captain Nemo for only 8 quarters. Ash slams a fist into Cody's gut, doubling him over. Ash with a vertical suplex onto the concrete that he bridges and manages to grind Bogard's head into the concrete for added pain. Ash pulls Cody up, slamming his face into the glass window of the pool. The Whale Sharks just look on confused as to the reasoning for this action. Ash with a second and a third right hand, but Cody catches the fourth hand lifting Ash up and crotching him on the bench stadium seats. Ash holds his crotch in pain as Cody comes running along the bench, flipping up and over Ash to catch him on the downfall with a neckbreaker.

Brian Rentfro: Now, that was impressive.

Jon McDaniel: I admit, very athletic.

Marxx comes running back, saying something about Moby Dick that surprises Cody into spinning around. Ash pulls himself up as Marxx points behind Cody. Ash lifts Cody up and... not quite over into the tank. The sharks there are just looking on curious like trying to figure out why these creatures are fighting so near their tank. Cody stands up on the side of the pool, falling down onto Ash's shoulders, then spinning around and coming down with a hurricanrana. Cody lifts him up, carrying him over to the tank, lifting him up... Ash doesn't go in, instead he falls onto Cody, driving him skull first onto the concrete(and a big wad of red chewing gum) with a tornado DDT Ash lifts Cody up, but the gum(probably Big Red) just strings along, getting all in Cody's hair and making a huge mess.

Brian Rentfro: I hate it when that happens.

Jon McDaniel: I think we all do.

Cody tries to remove the gum, but only succeeds in making a bigger mess of it. Ash knees him in the midsection before going for Leaving Ash to finish off Cody. Cody blocks it, nailing a double knee face buster out of nowhere.

Brian Rentfro: Wow, what a counter.

Jon McDaniel: We've just received word that Marxx is challenging the Captain for control of his sailing ship in a dual of swords to the death.

Brian Rentfro: Does anyone really care?

Jon McDaniel: Probably not.

Not that Cody and Ash give a damn about that duel, because they have managed to brawl around to the platform hanging over the pool where the sharks are still looking up with confusion. Ash shoves Cody, who falls into the tank!

Eric Emerson: Winner of this match and STILL PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION... Ash Nukem!

Visitors, We Has Them


Brian Renfro: We've got word from the back that we've got a late arrival in the parking lot - let's head to the back and see what's going on here.

The camera pans backstage at a very low angle as a black limousine pulls into the parking lot. We see a pair of heels and the bottom of a familiar red and black cheongsam.

V/O: It's like a homecoming. If you grew up in a place you didn't much care for.

The camera slowly scrolls upwards. Karina Cecilla waves her fan back and forth while Micah Castille emerges on the other side in a tailored suit and a scarf. Before they can fully make their way into the building, PWA's veteran reporter Lean Bean Miller enters the scene, affixing The Elect with a cool look.

Lean Bean Miller: If I were to make a list of people who I expected to show up to High Stakes, I'd have to say you two would be at the bottom of it. You two are under contract to Victory Wrestling, so what brings you here?

Both members stop and look Miller over, and finally Micah answers.

Micah Castille: Lucky for you, you aren't paid to make lists. If you were, you'd be eating out of a garbage can right now. Unlucky for you, you aren't paid to make really obvious observations, or you'd have enough money to start your own cable network. As it is, you're paid to hold a microphone. And honestly, I hope the day Rob Robinson figures out what a mic stand is is as far away as possible.

Micah reaches into his pocket.

Micah Castille: See these?

Lean Bean Miller: Well, they look like tickets.

He snatches them back and rolls his eyes.

Micah Castille: And that's because... they are tickets, you special man, you. Who in their right mind would want to miss the chance to see High Stakes live and in person? Would you?

Lean Bean Miller: Well, they pay me to -

Micah Castille: Of course not.

Karina Cecilla: And what's funny is... everyone seems to be out defending things. Finale won two titles, and he's been in matches for both of them... Lisa Seldon's been defending the Rebel Pro championship. Emily Corlen, Matt Stone, you name the person, they're out there, actively competing -

Karina takes a deep breath and raises a finger.

Karina Cecilla: And then actively defending once they win. It's a nice concept. And now we've got the AOWF Tag team champions tearing each other to shreds right in front of our very eyes, we figured we would show up, buy a little greasy popcorn, and enjoy ourselves. Now does that answer all of your questions?

Miller narrows his eyes.

Lean Bean Miller: Actually, no. Are you two declaring yourselves as contenders for the AOWF Tag Championships?

There's an uncomfortable pause. Karina places a finger on Miller's neck and slowly runs down to his belly button as she speaks.

Karina Cecilla: That... is a very silly question. Even we expect better of you than that.

Micah chuckles as they head off, presumably towards their seats.

Cream of the Crop


We come in with Lean Bean Miller standing in front of the camera.

LBM: “Here we are at High Stakes, May 22nd, 2011. This has certainly been an event that has made history and we’re not done yet. This date will certainly be one that is remembered by my guest at this time, he is the current BWF United States champion and he is set to face off with Simon Kalis tonight in a Last man Standing match, of course, I’m talking about none other than Matt Stone.”

Stone walks on camera from the right side. He looks determined wearing his wrestling attire and a shut me up shirt. He has the US title slung over his shoulder.

LBM: “Thank you for joining me here tonight Matt. You’re just minutes away from getting into the ring with Simon Kalis, any final thoughts?”

Matt: “Well here we are! High Stakes, where the stakes are always high. Well we certainly do have a highly anticipated match tonight left on the marquee, and I don’t mean Engel/Hayes. I heard the words of the PWA World Champion, saying that he anticipates the loser of my match to challenge him for the World Title in June, well Matthew, allow me to offer you an alternative. What about the winner goes on to kick your ass and take the World Title from your arrogant little fingers? Once I take the Intercontinental championship from Simon tonight, I’m coming after you Engel, or Hayes, whichever one of you two manage to win. As a tag team, you may be Second to None, but as a singles competitor, I’m ready to show you I am tops.

The time for talking is almost up, our match is on deck Simon, I hope you’re ready, because I know I am. I stand here as a man Simon, all alone but not for a second should you think I’m not prepared to pull out all the stops to keep your ass down. I’m the cream of the crop here in the PWA, and I’m rising higher and higher by the week. While you remain stagnant here in the mid card Simon, I’ll make sure to wave to you from above. There won’t be any feet on the ropes, there won’t be any questions left in your head over who the best is. You’re going to know Simon Kalis that this Matt Stone, the one standing across from you in the ring, is the Matt Stone that you should never under estimate. I will beat you Simon, and you won’t shut me up!”

With that, Stone walks off the screen leaving Miller standing in front of the camera.

LBM: “A determined Matt Stone looking to capture the Intercontinental Championship from a very capable champion. This is one you won’t want to miss.”

Johnathan Riker vs Triad

Singles Match


"This is the way the world will end..."
Riker's voice haunted the crowd as it echoed throughout the arena, the lights blacked out and left the arena in darkness, suddenly Slipknot's Opium Of The People hit the PA, and just as the ripping guitar hit the PA, the lights returned, flashing to the beat of the music. Soon smoke began to pour out from the backstage. Suddenly from the smoke a figure could bee seen. The shadow stepped out from the fog and into the dimmed flashing lights, to reveal to the crowd it was the sinister, Johnathan Riker. Riker walked from the entrance way with a hunched back, his head tilted to the side staring into the ring like a curious creature. After making his way down the ramp, Riker crawls into the ring, slithering to his feet near corner. Their Johnathan sits on the middle turnbuckle with his hands resting across the top rope, awaiting his opponent.
"Ride on right time" hits the speakers, yellow and white lights flashing across the arena, as soon as the singer hits, Triad runs out to the middle of the stage
he hops in place for a moment, then runs in place and runs down the ramp, yellow pyro going off down the ramp with him, he hops up to the apron and steps into the ring
He points to his opponent then gives them a thumbs down, he then claps his hands together as if to get dust off them before resting against one of the turnbuckles.
The bell sounded and the two came at each other quickly. Triad got the early advantage utilizing a mix of speed and strength. Hitting Riker with moves like a scoop slam and a deep arm drag, Triad was quick to go ariel and hit Riker with a cross body. Riker was don for a two count, Triad kept the pressure on. Getting Riker in an arm bar, Triad went to the top ropes, leaping off them and giving Riker another deep arm drag! Triad kicked Riker in the stomach and caught him with a head scissor. Springing off the ropes, Triad landed hard on Riker’s midsection with a lion Sault. Riker was able to kick out. Jonathan started to make a comeback, landing some moves out of his unique offense like a modified back breaker and reverse DDT, but Riker was unable to put Triad away and in the end, it was Triad with a Corkscrew Moon Sault from the top rope that put Riker away for the three count

Winner: Triad

Something Superior Alright


The camera cuts backstage as Jethro Hayes pulls up in his black Hummer, Colt Ford's new album blaring from the sound system. Jethro steps out, carrying his gym bag in his hand before placing the strap onto his shoulder. Bud Adams is walking up to the arena and spots Jethro.

Bud Adams: "Jethro, how about a quick word?"

Bud doesn't wait for a reply, choosing instead to head right to Jethro and begin; but Jethro nods.

Bud: Any last words before the match tonight Jethro?"

Jethro thinks a moment, but Bud comes with a more direct question that he thought up before Jethro could answer the first one.

Bud: "Jethro, Lucious Starr had some words to say..."

Jethro lowers his bag.

Jethro: "Bud, I've got a little time here before I need to get ready for the Main Event of the evening, that's a place that Lucille Starr hasn't been all that often. Most recently on a big show it was at Honor Bound... where he lost and at Who's The Man? where he also lost."

Bud goes to speak, but Jethro holds up a hand.

Jethro: "I know I lost there as well Bud, no need to pounce on that like a starving dog on a bone. However, just like at Who's The Man? and Honor Bound, Lucille Starr was in the Main Event because of other people."

He holds up a hand stalling Bud.

Jethro: "First WTM? because of Engel and myself and Mark Sommers changing the match at the last minute. At Honor Bound because the PWA needed to put someone in that match and Engel and myself were already booked, Matthew in a match that same night... but once again Lucille showed his superiority by... failing miserablly."

He again holds up a hand as Bud gets ready to speak.

Jethro: "I know I failed at WTM, no need to remind me already. But like most say, even a blind squirrel can find a nut in the forest once in a while. But Lucille thinks that he can come in and challenge Matthew and myself, if he honestly thinks he can get in our league... then with his supposed superiority... why isn't he even mentioned in the talks of being the next challnger? If he is so superior to everyone else, why isn't he PWA World Champion? Why isn't he AOWF King of Extreme Champion? Why, if he is so superior, did he epically fail at Honor Bound in his chance to become AOWF King of Extreme Champion?"

Again he holds up a hand.

Jethro: "If he is so epically superior to everyone on the roster, then why did he get forgotten when it came time to book High Stakes and he was forced to make a challenge to Finale for the AOWF King Of Extreme Championship which he failed to capture in the first place?"

He stares at Bud.

Jethro: "Some superior athlete huh?"

He picks up his bag and heads towards the New Orleans Arena's door. Bud Adams just stands there, his mouth open in shock and not uttering a single sound for once.

The Spectre vs Joshua Danielson

Singles Match


DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following contest is schedueled for one fall, introducing first!

"Joker and the Thief" by Wolfmother hits and the crowd turn their attention to the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: From Glasgow, Scottland! He stands in at six feet, seven inches tall and weighs in at 270 pounds...

Spectre steps through from behind the curtain and points to the crowd, who offer him a few cheers. Jeremy Gold pops out behind him and thrashes his head, dancing around the stage.

Eric Emerson: Accompanied to the ring by his agent, Jeremy Gold...

Spectre has a bottle of water and chugs it down before chucking it aside as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Spectre contrasts Gold, who's running around all over the face trying to pump the crowd up.

Eric Emerson: He is... SPECTRE!

Spectre hops onto the apron, and climbs into the ring over the top rope. He cracks his knuckles and turns to the entrance ramp.

Jon McDaniel: He's big. He's tough. He's undefeated.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah sure, two matches in.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent!

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

Eric Emerson: From Des Moines, Iowa! He stands in at five feet, six inches and weighs in at 198 pounds... "The Punisher"... JOSHUA DANIELSON!!!!!!

Joshua then went down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside before sliding into the ring and jumping up to the second turnbuckle. He did the open handed crucifix pose again, before hopping down and waiting for the match to begin. Spectre points at Danielson who nods, as both men stretch and circle the ring.

DING DING DING

Spectre grabs Danielson by the neck immediately and pushes him into the corner turnbuckles, wailing on him with his free hand with knife edge chops across his chest. The crowd OHHHHHH'S with each hit as Danielson holds onto Spectre's arm with both of his hands trying to rip the Big Scottish Machine's grip off of him to no avail. Spectre keeps chopping Danielson in the corner, standing far back enough and using his reach where Danielson's kicks aren't hitting him in the chest, stomach or legs. Spectre lifts Danielson into the air but Danielson puts his feet onto the top turnbuckle, Spectre's hand still tightly gripped around his neck. Danielson flips forward over the top of Spectre's head and twists Spectre's arm with him. Spectre lets go of Danielson but Danielson holds onto Spectre. Danielson flips forward and lashes out with a kick to Spectre's gut, still holding onto Spectre's right arm. Danielson launches himself off the middle turnbuckle and up onto Spectre's shoulders. He begins wailing on Spectre's head and face with closed fist smashes with his hands. Spectre stumbles around trying to get Danielson off of him. Danielson stands up on Spectre's shoulders and jumps up, putting his feet forward and holding onto Spectre's arms as he drives Spectre's face into the turnbuckle with his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Spectre starts this match using his size and strength to his advantadge, but obviously Danielson has the speed and agility to be nimble enough to move around the giant.

Brian Rentfro: This match is just hilarious to watch. Spectre looks like he's fighting a little boy.

Spectre stumbles back and Danielson jump kicks him in the back, another kick to the shoulder blades and another kick to the ribs. Spectre turns around, grabs Danielson's head with one hand and leans back before smashing his head into Danielson's. Danielson hits the canvas and bounces right back to his feet quickly. He hits Spectre up with a few kicks in succession and Spectre takes a small step back with each hit. Danielson jumps up, grabbing Spectre's face and then drops back for a sit down facebuster on the Big Scottish Machine.

Jon McDaniel: Danielson putting his heart on his sleeve to conquer the giant here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Magnets! HOW DO THEY WORK, JON?!

Danielson quickly rolls Spectre over and covers.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Spectre launches Danielson off of himself, throwing the Punisher four feet into the air. Spectre sits up and gets to his feet. Danielson is up and Spectre clotheslines him from behind very powerfully, sending Danielson to the canvas. Spectre stomps down on Joshua before lifting him up off the canvas with one hand. Spectre hoists Danielson up into the air and walks towards the ropes before throwing Danielson RIGHT OVER the top rope, and to the outside of the ring! Danielson's face hits the barricade seperating the fans from the action and he's laid out on the outside, holding his face. Spectre climbs the turnbuckles and the crowd rises to their feet as the big man flies off the top rope and crushes his elbow into Danielson's chest!!!

Brian Rentfro: The Flying Scottsman!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa! That was 270 pounds being driven through an elbow into Danielson!

Spectre gets up and lifts Danielson up by his hair, throwing an elbow into his face. Danielson kicks Spectre in the knee, hops up onto the barricade and then spins as he leaps off hitting Spectre directly in the face. Spectre stumbles back but as Danielson rushes forward Spectre throws up a big boot, taking Danielson down. Spectre lifts Danielson up and throws him into the ring before sliding in after him.

Spectre hoists Danielson up and tries going for his vertaebreaker, the Memento, but Danielson slips out and onto Spectre's shoulders once again! Danielson takes Spectre down and rolls him up quickly!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, "The Punisher"... JOSHUA DANIELSON!!!!!

Danielson quickly slides out of the ring and runs up the ramp cheering, jumping and celebrating as Spectre looks up at the arena ceiling in disbelief.

Visitors, We Has More of Them


Once again, Lean Bean Miller is backstage, staking out President Robinson's office.

Lean Bean Miller: Lean Bean Miller here, reporting live from the backstage area. Earlier this evening I was told of a super secret tournment involving, and I quote, "the most important people" in the PWA. Thus far I have been unsuccessful at digging up any further details, so I'm waiting here, outside President Robinson's office to try and find out more.

Just then, the door opens and TV star Tony Danza comes out, singing the Who's the Boss theme song under his breath.

Tony Danza: There's a time for love and time for living...

Lean Bean Miller: Tony Danza! Can I ask you a few questions, please?

Danza looks startled, but stops.

Lean Bean Miller: Mr Danza, it has been a long time since we've seen you on PWA television. Can you tell us why you're here tonight?

Tony Danza: Yeah, sure. Rob called me up the other day and invited me to the tournament.

Lean Bean Miller: Wait, you're in the tournament, too?

Tony Danza: Yeah, of course I am. Like Rob would have this tournament without inviting me? I won the one back in '99.

Lean Bean Miller: You competed in the PWA in 1999? I thought you just hung around backstage.

Tony Danza: Yeah, I won the tournament back then. Look, I gotta hit the can. Too much Yoohoo, you know?

Danza wanders off, leaving Lean Bean looking very confused.

Eli Storm & Nadare vs Vic Wagner & Dolten Adler vs Might & Magic

Tag Team Elimination Title Match


Storm and Wagner start out and trade moves back and forth. Storm tries to tag in the Dragon, but he and Moke jump off the apron to avoid the tag. This gives Wagner a chance to whip the surprised Storm into his corner, where Adler holds on to him while Wagner flies in with a Stinger Splash. Storm stumbles forward and Wagner takes him down with a bulldog. The two battle back and forth a bit more, with Storm trying hard to get to his corner to tag in Nadare, but Wagner manages to keep him cut off. Wagner hits the Virtue of the Vicious for the first pinfall.

Doshky wastes no time entering the ring and attacking his fellow German. He stomps Wagner down, then continues the assault. Wagner nails Doshky with a low blow to even the score and rolls to his corner to tag in Adler. Adler rushes the big man, who is down on one knee, but Moke was playing possum and traps Adler in the Mokey Squash. Wagner looks up and sees what is happening and gets back in the ring to help his partner, but out of nowhere, the Dragon spears Wagner and both men fall through the ropes to the floor outside. In the ring, Adler fades quickly in the massive arms of Doshky. The ref checks his arm three times and three times it falls.

Winners: Might & Magic

Lucious Starr vs Finale

AOWF King of Extreme Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and is for the AOWF King of Extreme championship!!!

The ADC-Tron comes alive with three options, each option being cycled through a highlighted box before closing down on one that reads "FINALE'S CHOICE."

Eric Emerson: Should Lucious Starr lose this bout, he will be forced to don the attire and name of Finale's choosing for 30 days!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: He is the Untamed Fury...

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...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. "Fuck You" dies down as the opening chords of "Better Off Dead" by Death From Above 1979 cue up and, as soon as the song really kicks in, pyro explodes with a blinding white flash on the stage.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 245 pounds and stands at 6 feet, 4 inches tall...

Purple and green lights lay down over the crowd and everyone's attention is to the stage. By the time the smoke settles Finale is at the top of the ramp with Ramona Holiday at his side.

Eric Emerson: Being accompanied to the ring tonight by Ramona Holiday, he hails from Buffalo, New York, and is the current, reigning, and defending AOWF King of Extreme champion...

He walks down to the ring with a focused expression as Ramona slaps hands with the fans. Finale hoists the AOWF KoE title high above his head in one hand, peering directly into Starr's eyes with just a hint of a smirk on his face.

Eric Emerson: ...FINALE!!!!

He slides under the ropes before kipping up to his feet, jogging around a bit while looking into the crowd. Ramona makes her way over to his corner on the outside as referee Scott Swindell comes over to take the belt away. Finale hands it over after tapping the center plaque, shaking his head to Starr, and "Better Off Dead" dies down.

**DING DING DING**

Starr immediately rushes out of his corner, stampeding towards Finale, but gets met with a clothesline that even he couldn't see coming.

Jon McDaniel: Right off the bat here, folks, and Finale was ready for it!

Finale drops down and immediately looks to hook Starr into an armbar, but Lucious battles out and scrambles to his feet. Finale slowly gets to his feet with a smile on his face, his eyes never leaving Starr's. Lucious shoots in again and Finale looks for a takedown but Lucious leapfrogs over him, turning quick on a dime to put a boot into Finale's face and knocking him back.

Brian Rentfro: OUCH!! I wonder if Ramona minds being with somebody who looks more like a hockey player than a model.

Jon McDaniel: Well, if she didn't like guys with visible injuries, she wouldn't be with a professional wrestler.

Starr drops a few right hands into Finale's skull before whipping him into the corner, following in with a back elbow to the chest before taking him down to the canvas with a snapmare. Finale sits up from the momentum and gets the top of Starr's boot to his spine, stunning him long enough for Lucious to hit the ropes and put the heel of his boot into his face. He covers...

1!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: Only 2!

Brian Rentfro: Way too early to even be thinking about getting the win yet.

Starr brings Finale to his feet and whips him into the ropes, looking for a hip toss, but Finale reverses it into an attempt of his own. Lucy blocks it, however, and goes to hip toss Finale again, this time over the top rope, but Finale lands on his feet on the apron. A few quick forearms to Starr's head sends him back, allowing the KoE champion to step back into the ring, but Lucious charges in with a high knee, sending Finale tumbling through the ropes and onto the floor.

Brian Rentfro: Did you SEE that impact?!

Finale crawls over to the ring apron as Starr sizes him up from inside the ring. Lucious nods, hits the ropes behind him, and charges towards Finale, but Finale has produced something from under the ring...

Jon McDaniel: He's got a lighttube..!!!

...Finale swings the fluorescent lighttube up into the face of the former PWA World champion just as he is about to dive head-first between the ropes, sending Starr scurrying back into the center of the ring and dropping down, clutching at his face.

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Some blood trickles out from a fresh wound just over Starr's eyebrow, visible as he begins rising to a knee, and Finale reaches back underneath the ring, pulling out an entire case of lighttubes and sliding them under the bottom rope. He's not done, however, and also produces a table (which he leaves lying on the ringside floor) and a garbage can.

Jon McDaniel: Why the hell does the PWA ring crew leave all of this crap under the ring?

Brian Rentfro: So then matches like this are more interesting.

Finale heaves the garbage can over the top rope and into the ring before sliding in, pulling out a lighttube as he reaches his feet. Lucious rises up to his own, stumbling into the ropes for support, and turns. Finale charges and takes a swing, but Starr ducks underneath it. Finale turns around and eats a hard right hand to the jaw, forcing him to drop the lighttube.

Brian Rentfro: Starr caught it!!

Finale looks up moments before the impact of glass against his flesh, mercurial gas filling the air as tiny shards blanket the canvas. Finale drops down, holding a tiny collection of fresh wounds scattered about his forehead, but Starr doesn't let up. Instead, Lucious grabs a handful of Finale's hair and sits him up, digging the broken end of the lighttube into his now-bleeding forehead, opening the wounds further and creating more in the process.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, that's just disgusting.

Brian Rentfro: It's not this is the worst we've seen Lucious Starr, Jon. Did you already forget WarGames last year?

Jon McDaniel: Too true, Brian. Too true. That night proved that Lucious is a sick, sick man.

Lucious stops and smashes the rest of the lighttube, whatever's left of it, over Finale's head before marching over and grabbing the garbage can.

Jon McDaniel: And he's reinforcing that belief tonight, it seems.

Finale pulls himself up to his feet as Starr chages in, smashing the garbage can over his head and sending him sprawling into the corner. Lucious looks at the dented in garbage can, smiling, and places it on the canvas, stretching it back out to as round a shape as he can.

Brian Rentfro: You know, it always amazes how how frequent a weapon garbage cans are.

Starr positions the garbage can on the mat so that the opening at the top is against the canvas before backing into the opposite corner, measuring the distance. He charges forth, leaping up and kicking off of the "bottom" of the garbage can...

Jon McDaniel: Finale saw it coming!!

...but Finale steps out and catches him over his shoulder, hopping over the garbage can before dropping down and driving Starr's jaw into the bottom of it.

Jon McDaniel: THAT was a hell of a variation of the flapjack.

Brian Rentfro: It's almost like he went out to the dumpster of the nearest IHOP.

Jon McDaniel: ...really?

Brian Rentro: What? That was good, wasn't it?

Jon McDaniel: Ugh...

Finale slides out of the ring and reaches back underneath as Starr rolls out on the next side, wiping blood from his eyes and holding his jaw.

Jon McDaniel: He could very well have broken his jaw...

Brian Rentfro: Or at least lost a few teeth.

Finale produces a steel chair and slides it into the ring, marching over next to Starr and peppering him with some right hands and forearms.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, c'mon! That man's still nursing his broken jaw!

The former BWF United States champ goes to roll Starr back into the ring but Lucious, of course, has other plans. He blocks it by firmly placing his hands on the apron and nailing a low backfist, doubling Finale over.

Brian Rentfro: You've heard of Rosey Palms and her five friends, right?

Jon McDaniel: Here we go...yes, Brian, and?

Brian Rentfro: Well, Finale just met Steph Backfist and her four knuckleheads!

Jon McDaniel: ...focus on the match...

Starr motions for fans around the guardrail to move and then whips Finale into it, sending it back a few inches in the process. Several fans hold up their chairs, already folded, and Lucious takes one of them, smashing it over Finale's head before dropping it on the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Fans, we must urge you to not follow the example you've just witnessed. More often than not, our trusted PWA security team will escort you out of the arena...!

Brian Rentfro: ...and teach you why you should just watch the show as opposed to try and be a part of it.

Starr nails a pair of knife-edge chops to Finale's chest...

Fans: WOOO!!! WOOO!!!

...but Finale blocks a third attempt at one, countering with a European uppercut that spins Starr around to face the other way and a Russian Legsweep directly into the guardrail.

Brian Rentfro: THAT is going to require some ibuprofen. ASAP.

Finale grabs a handful of Lucy's hair and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after him before covering, hooking both legs.

1!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: Only a 2!

Jon McDaniel: It's going to take a bit more than that to keep Lucious Starr down for good.

Finale, seemingly hearing McDaniel's words, looks around the ring, noticing the rest of the lighttubes and the garbage can. He nods, smirking, and then walks over to the corner near the garbage can, picking it up and wedging it between the middle and top turnbuckles. He then walks over to the case of lighttubes and slides the remaining three out, walking to the corner with the garbage can and leaning them up against it.

Jon McDaniel: ...what the hell is he doing...?

Finale brings Starr to his feet and drills a pair of forearms into his jaw, dragging him over towards the corner that he's put his "toys" in. Finale quickly turns him around with the Berserker C-C-Combo, locking on a rear waistlock.

Brian Rentfro: Stop wasting time and do it!

Finale goes to lift Starr up for a German suplex into the corner plunder, popping the crowd by the millisecond as he struggles for it, but Starr manages to fight it off and stay on his feet. A pair of shots to the back of the head cause Lucious to drop to a knee, reaching forward to crawl away, but Finale locks on the rear waistlock again.

Brian Jon McDaniel: Starr's got the chair...Starr's got the chair...!!

Lucious stays hunched over, though, and manages the swing the chair blindly behind him, smashing Finale over the top of the head with it and breaking the rear waistlock. Finale drops to a knee, his eyes rolling in his head, and Starr turns around, quickly hoisting Finale up and powerbombing him into the corner.

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

More glass and mercurial gas perforate the air and canvas as the three lighttubes Finale set up backfire on him, the back of his head connecting with the garbage can wedged between the turnbuckles. Starr drags Finale out of the corner and drops down over him with a pseudo-Thesz Press, looking for the pin.

1!

2!!

3...

Jon McDaniel: FINALE KICKS OUT!!!

The fans pop HUGE for Finale kicking out, prompting Starr to back away, staring in defiance as he uses the top and middle ropes to bring himself to his feet. Starr's eyes turn from shock to rage, though, and he quickly finds himself dropping fists onto Finale's face. He finally stops long enough, though, to make a cover.

1!

2!!

Finale kicks out but Starr hooks a leg instead.

1!

Another kickout, and Lucious hooks the other leg too.

1!

2!!

3...

Jon McDaniel: HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?!

Finale, somehow, manages to roll Starr over onto his back, raining down with fists and close elbows to his face as Lucious desperately tries to cover up, saving himself from the onslaught.

Brian Rentfro: Cover up, Lucy! Cover up and pick your spots!

Jon McDaniel: It doesn't look like he's going to get any spots any time soon, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Why's that?

Finale quickly grabs Starr's nearest arm and falls to Lucy's side, locking him into a cross-armbreaker. Starr, having felt this move plenty of times before, rolls into to try an alleviate pressure, so Finale segues it into a triangle choke, keeping one shoulder off of the mat.

Brian Rentfro: ...oh...

Starr falls to his side, allowing Finale to rest on his side with the triangle choke locked in.

Jon McDaniel: Fans, never doubt that Lucious Starr is one tough son of a bitch, but even the biggest and the baddest still need to breathe air in order to function.

Referee Scott Swindell raises Starr's hand up as his eyes close, dropping it down.

Scott Swindell: ONE!

Again, and it drops.

Scott Swindell: TWO!!

Swindell raises Lucy's hand once more and Starr grabs Swindell by the collar, pulling him down on top of Finale and causing the hold to be broken. Swindell rolls away as Finale rises up to his feet, visibly angered by the turn of events, and Swindell desperately tries to plead his case to the current King of Extreme. Finale shakes his head, fuming, and starts to turn around but is met with a surprise hangman's neckbreaker down onto the steel chair from earlier via Lucious Starr!!

Jon McDaniel: HADES' FLAME!! HADES' FLAME ONTO THE CHAIR!! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!!

Starr can't manage to even roll over to try a cover, however, and Finale clutches at the back of his neck, wincing in pain.

Brian Rentfro: Starr's moving...

Rather than crawl over for a cover, however, Lucious rolls out of the ring and staggers over to the table that Finale produced earlier, drawing a growing pop from the crowd. He lifts the table up and slides it into the ring, rolling in after it, and uses the ropes to get to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: He's going for it! HE'S GOING FOR IT!!

Starr grabs the table and props it up in the corner, shaking his head from side to side before calling for the end.

Jon McDaniel: This could be it...

Starr grabs Finale and brings him to his feet, but gets a surprise headbutt that sends him reeling back. Finale then charges in and hits a spinning back kid, an uppercut, a spinning backfist, and a rising knee to the head in quick succession, dropping Lucious to a knee.

Brian Rentfro: BERSERKER C-C-COMBO!!!

Finale quickly drags his thumb across his throat as he goes behind Lucious, ducking down and hooking both arms as he lifts him into the Reverse Gory Guerrero Special part of the Vertebreaker.

Jon McDaniel: Stripper's Real Name...NO!!!

Lucious kicks his legs frantically, allowing him to force himself free and drop down to his knees behind Finale. A quick uppercut between the legs later, and Finale's hunched over, easy pickings for Starr to hoist him up into an Argentine Rack before swinging him face-first through the table with an inverted fireman's carry slam.

Jon McDaniel: HELL'S WRATH!! HELL'S WRATH!!

Starr quickly drags Finale out of the table wreckage...

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Brian Rentfro: I wonder if they ever get tired of chanting that!!

...and rolls him over, hooking a leg with a lateral press.

1!

2!!

3!!!

**DING DING DING**

Starr rolls off of Finale, sitting up and wiping caked blood from his eyes as Cee Lo Green's "Fuck You" cues back up. Scott Swindell runs to the side of the ring nearest the timekeeper, is handed the AOWF King of Extreme title, and then runs over to Starr, handing him his brand new belt and holding his arm in victory.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW AOWF King of Extreme champion...LUCIOUS STARR!!!

Ringside attendants and EMTs rush down to ringside to clean up the area and tend to Finale and Starr as the cameras cut to the back.

No Grave For Me


Emily Corlen: You've gotta get it together, Simon.

We fade in backstage to the large spacious locker room reserved for the newly born tag team of "The Last Pioneers", Emily Corlen and Simon Kalis. Kalis finishes lacing his boots and shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: You need to stop worrying, Em.

Emily Corlen: I'm not the only one.

The door to their locker room opens slowly. The man who walks in has a "Brothers of Mayhem" patch on his back. His name is Strader, President. Kalis stands to his feet, his eyes widening.

Simon Kalis: John?

John Nash Strader: Hello, Simon.

The man is John Nash Strader, Tamika's twin brother. Kalis steps forward, placing his hands at John's shoulders and not his back intently as they hug.

Simon Kalis: Long time no see.

John Nash Strader: Yeah. You've seen better days.

Kalis turns around, lighting the cigarette he pulls from behind his ear and nods.

Simon Kalis: Things have been... Difficult. You know.

John Nash Strader: Yeah, I do know.

Strader grabs Simon by the arm and twists him around, Emily steps back.

John Nash Strader: The FCF and the Brothers have been doing good business for a long time now, Simon. Let's not jeapordize that. Emily told me you've been suici-

Simon Kalis: She just misunderstood the situation.

Emily Corlen: No, I didn't Simon.

John Nash Strader: Whatever it is. I know you loved my sister, and you loved my family. But god damn it, you've gotta snap out of this emo bullshit here.

John grabs Simon by the face, staring him in the eyes.

John Nash Strader: Remember who you are, and what you are.

Kalis smirks, taking a drag from his cigarette as we fade....

Emily Corlen vs David Blazenwing

Loser Leaves Town
Bra & Panties Match


Jon McDaniel: Coming up next, we've got a real grudge match in store for all of you... student meets teacher, family clashes one on one, with the losing side banished from the PWA! "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen meets "Milwaukee's Greatest Export" David Blazenwing... let's take you back and show you just how this match came to be.

The lights in the arena go dark and the ADC-Tron lights up with the image of Emily Corlen making her PWA debut in June of 2010.

Emily Corlen: I was trained by David Blazenwing... my brother in law... to come to PWA and show everybody what I was made of.

This statement is accompanied by quick flashes of Emily's early days in the company, defeating the likes of Jamie Brody, Xan Vaxman, the Danger Boiz and finally, Marco Dante to claim her first pro wrestling title, the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship.

Emily Corlen: I'd heard the rumors. People told me not to trust Dave. He was a backstabber. It was in his DNA. I told them I didn't need to worry about that happening. We were family.

Quick flashes of Blazenwing and Corlen talking during Emily's PWA promos, in addition to wishing each other luck backstage and Blazenwing in the front row rooting for Emily during a summer PWA broadcast.

Emily Corlen: Not even I saw what was coming next.

A flash of the October 26, 2010 edition of PWA Chaos; David Blazenwing and Emily's sister, Jen Corlen, join Simon Kalis' Order of Chaos. Emily comes out to confront the duo (up to that point, Bound by Blood had been vehement enemies of the Order) and is ambushed by the James Sisters before David himself superkicks Emily into the grave set up for the Blazenwing/Kalis Buried Alive Match that never happened, before having fifty pounds of dirt dumped on her by Jen.

Emily Corlen: But did I learn my lesson? Of course not. Sometimes, being an eternal optimist brings you nothing but pain.

Fast forward to Genesis XI on February 22, 2011; Emily and Katie team up to defeat Jen and Sarah in a Losing Team Leaves PWA Match. Following the match, Jen announced that she rigged the match contract so that only the person who captured the victory would keep their job, meaning that Emily was done with PWA, as Katie got the winning pinfall, not her. David Blazenwing appeared and laid Jen out before embracing Emily in the center of the ring.

Emily Corlen: I got my job back in PWA... but it came with a price.

The April 17, 2011 edition of PWA Rampage... David Blazenwing is forced to defend the PWA Intercontinental Title in an impromptu match against Simon Kalis. Emily attempts to help David, but accidentally hits him with the chair instead of Simon, leading to Blazenwing losing the Intercontinental Title.

Emily Corlen: And that's the moment that everything fell apart.

"Falling Apart" by Trustcompany begins playing across the P.A. system.

I slipped away further from you
Trying to find what is real,
You’re somebody else that I never knew,
And someone that I can’t feel

David Blazenwing joins Marvin Wood, Alexander O'Ryan and The Phoenix in the ring at Honor Bound: Night Four and form The Alliance of Wrestling's Finest before dismantling Simon Kalis and Emily Corlen in the center of the ring.

I shut it away I keep it in me
Is this what it takes to keep me alive?

As David Blazenwing watches on from a skybox, Emily returns to PWA, defeating Matt Stone in a hard fought contest on May 8, 2011.

So you take me and you break me,
And you see I’m falling apart.
Complicate me and forsake me,
You push me out so far;
There’s no other feeling

One night later on the May 9th edition of BWF Havok, Blazenwing barricades Emily in his office before several masked men assault her with baseball bats.

I slipped away closer to me
The only thing that is real
I’m falling behind and now I can see
Your absence helps me heal

Emily appears on the May 15 edition of Rampage, wielding a sledgehammer and destroying anything in her path searching for Blazenwing.

I shoved you away I keep you for me
Is this what it takes to keep me alive?

Out of nowhere, David Blazenwing comes from behind and cracks Emily along the small of the back with a large wrench! Emily screams out in pain, crumpling to the ground as Dave drops to one knee and takes another hard wrench shot at the same spot.

So you take me and you break me
And you see I’m falling apart
Complicate me and forsake me
You push me out so far;
There’s no other feeling

Blazenwing gets in very close to Emily's face.

David Blazenwing: My name is David Blazenwing... I'm the man who is going to put you in a wheelchair in one week without breaking a damn sweat... and you can take that to the bank.

DB then takes Emily's head and slams it down hard into the concrete, knocking her out cold.

So you take me and you break me,
and you see I’m falling apart
Complicate me and forsake me,
you push me out so far

Emily Corlen: ...there's still good in him. I know there is.

Johnny Maverick: Then beat all the bad out.

And you take me and you break me,
And you see I’m falling apart
There’s no more feeling

As the song fades, the camera settles on Emily Corlen and David Blazenwing face to face, flames surrounding them, with an announcer exclaiming "Two ring warriors, one survivor... the Loser Leaves PWA!" The shot then fades to black as the camera shifts back to Eric Emerson in the ring.

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is a LOSER LEAVES PWA MATCH... and will be contested under the following rules...

The lights in the arena dim and the ADC-Tron comes to life as several different gimmick matches flash across the screen. The selections get faster, the music gets quicker, and finally, the music stops as the High Stakes logo breaks through the screen, eliciting a shattered glass sound effect, and the graphic "BRA AND PANTIES MATCH" appears on the screen. The crowd goes nuts.

Jon McDaniel: A Bra and Panties Match? Really? That's what the fans voted on?

Brian Rentfro: Why are you complaining? We're gonna get to see Emily Corlen in her bra and panties! Awesome!

Jon McDaniel: First of all, who even says she's going to lose? Secondly... I'm starting to see what Blazenwing's been talking about, I think. A real lack of respect shown here by the fans for a man who has been entertaining them for years... and a man who tonight, could be wrestling his last match in PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, lighten up. It's all in good fun!

Jon McDaniel: After that video package we just watched, I have a serious feeling this match is going to be anything but fun.

The arena begins pulsating with a blue 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 "Alliance of Wrestling's Finest" and "The Man Without Fear" by Drowning Pool blares across the arena sound system.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin... weighing in tonight at 245 pounds...

The stage fills with smoke and the crowd begins booing loudly as the smoke clears on the stage and a man in a blue "L.L. DB - Ladies Love David Blazenwing" t-shirt and blue jeans 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!

Eric Emerson: He is Milwaukee's Greatest Export...

His sunglasses shining with the glare from the arena lights, David looks to the left, then to the right before walking down the ramp. After stopping to tell off 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 tosses his sunglasses towards the timekeeper.

Eric Emerson: Representing the Alliance of Wrestling's Finest... he is DAVID... BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZENWING!!!

David smirks in a mocking fashion towards the fans, then 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 booing loudly.

Jon McDaniel: Blazenwing definitely has his game face on tonight... this one is for all the marbles!

Brian Rentfro: He certainly looks determined, and when your career is on the line, no matter WHAT the match stipulation is, you have to be on your A game or you're going home for sure!

The lights in the arena cut to black and the ADC-Tron comes to life with slow, black and white footage of Emily Corlen as the opening chords to "Broken Dreams" by Shaman's Harvest begins playing. Emily's own voice picks up where the artist's normally would as the footage continues playing.

What's that metronome I hear?
Perhaps the end is drawing near
You never hear the shot that takes you down

Now your dreams are memories
Seems more true from far away
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound

The black and white footage fades to black and color footage starts playing on the Tron. Green strobe lights fill the arena and green pyro goes off on the stage as the name "EMILY CORLEN" amidst a backdrop of flames flashes on the screen. Emily Corlen herself then walks out from behind the curtain, cracking her knuckles as the crowd cheers loudly.

Out of time, so say goodbye
What is yours now is mine

Eric Emerson: And his opponent... she hails from Los Angeles, California...

And I dream broken dreams
I make them come true
I make them for you
I make them for you

Emily stops in the center of the stage, looking at all the fans in attendance, her eWo World Tag Team Championship belt firmly around her waist. She grins, and then stretches her arms out like wings before sweeping them over her head and closing them around her mouth, screaming loudly.

Almost to the mountain top
You slip and fall just like a stone
Rolling ever faster to this nightmare you have sown
You had it all right in your grasp
But in a breath your minute passed
Now at last, the end has come, you are all alone

Emily then begins walking down the ramp. Normally, she would be slapping hands with a couple of fans, but tonight, her focus is completely on Blazenwing, their eyes having locked. She stands at the foot of the ramp for a moment, staring DB down, and then begins to circle the ring, her gaze never leaving his.

Out of time, so say goodbye
What is yours, now is mine

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 145 pounds...

And I dream broken dreams
I make them come true
I make them for you
I make them for you...

After making a full circle of the ring, Emily reaches the foot of the ramp where she started. She points up at DB and says something inaudibly, then hops up and down a few times in front of the ring apron before leaping up onto the apron and pulling back hard on the top rope, causing all four corners to explode with more emerald colored pyro.

All your dreams are just illusion
Based on nothing and confusion
Don't you look behind the curtain
No more time, the end is certain

Eric Emerson: She is the Emerald Phoenix... she is EMILY… CORRRRRRLENNNNN!!!

And I dream broken dreams
I make them come true
I make them for you

The crowd cheers loudly as Emily steps between the ropes, then unstraps the Championship belt from around her waist and hands it to the referee. She then hops up and down in the corner a few times (much to the delight of the male fans in attendance) as the music fades.

Jon McDaniel: Emily Corlen looks just as determined, if not more so, than Blazenwing does leading into this match. Beating Matt Stone two weeks ago has done wonders for her confidence, and if she can defeat her mentor tonight, one can only imagine it will do nothing but aid her in her self-professed goal to one day become PWA Undisputed World Champion.

Brian Rentfro: Well, winning WILL help her quest, because if she loses, she'll NEVER get a chance to be Champion!

"Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys suddenly hits the ADC-Tron as Rob Robinson walks out onto the stage in a very nice looking suit, and surprisingly, by himself for once. The crowd boos as Emily quickly turns her attention between the two men, expecting the worst.

Rob Robinson: Now, now, calm down, Emily. Dave and I may be partners in the Alliance of Wrestling's Finest, but you're in no danger... from me, at least. No, I wanted to come out here before the match began and clear up a little confusion regarding the stipulation for this contest.

Both David and Emily seem confused as the fans start a "We Want Puppies" chant.

Rob Robinson: That's fantastic, New Orleans, but the arena doesn't allow pets. You'll have to take it up with your local alderman.

The crowd boos as Robinson continues, unabated.

Rob Robinson: Now, if you two will kindly direct your attention upwards...

David and Emily both look up and see a black briefcase with a maroon PWA logo swinging from the rafters, highlighted by a spotlight.

Rob Robinson: I suppose I wasn't clear when the stipulations for this match were created. You see, I never intended for a match of this caliber to be contested under Bra and Panty Match rules... that would be ridiculous!

Robinson laughs and the crowd boos loudly. DB appears incredibly relieved in the ring.

Rob Robinson: No, what the fans ACTUALLY voted on, if they would have read the small print, was for Emily to wrestle in her bra and panties... which is exactly what's going to happen in tonight's TLC match!

Blazenwing begins laughing hysterically in his corner as Emily leans over the ropes, pointing at Robinson and yelling. Robinson shrugs.

Rob Robinson: Sorry for the confusion. Have a good match, you two!

Robinson smirks before heading back behind the curtain. The referee approaches Emily before motioning to keep Blazenwing in his own corner. He says something inaudibly to Emily, who is nearly shaking with anger and embarrassment. She vehemently shakes her head no, refusing to disrobe as the fans boo loudly.

Brian Rentfro: What's the holdup?

Jon McDaniel: Well, I can't imagine Miss Corlen is happy with this change of plans... this is humiliating!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, come on, five minutes ago you were all up in arms about how it was so unfair for David Blazenwing to be in a Bra and Panties Match and now that the match has been changed, you're still not happy!

Jon McDaniel: How would you like to strip down in your underwear in front of thousands of fans in attendance and millions watching at home right before going to war with a seven-time World Champion who has tables, ladders and chairs at his disposal?

Brian Rentfro: ...alright, I think I can see your point. Still, now's not the time to be shy... after all, didn't Emily just announce she was going to be posing for Playboy in a few months?

Jon McDaniel: Yes, but she's also not going to be getting hit with chairs and ladders at the Playboy shoot, with an audience of thousands watching!

Back in the ring, as the referee and Emily argue, Blazenwing grabs a mic.

David Blazenwing: Hey, hey, hey, no! Those are the rules! If she doesn't strip down, then she forfeits, and she's gone from PWA!

The referee shrugs, explaining to Emily that DB is correct. He asks her if she would like to forfeit, but Emily scowls at Blazenwing before finally beginning to disrobe. Her boots come off first, followed by her pants, and finally, her top, leaving her standing in the ring with nothing but her emerald green headband and matching bra and panties. The crowd cheers loudly as the referee points to both parties before calling for the bell.

DING!

The bell rings as DB and Emily circle around the ring once before tying up in the center of the ring. Emily wins the struggle as she shifts into a headlock, but Blazenwing shoves Emily into the ropes, pushing her off and sending her across the ring before coming back, only to be caught by a short arm clothesline from the Emerald Phoenix. Emily quickly lifts DB up and punches him before whipping him into the ropes, but this time on the rebound, Blazenwing leapfrogs Emily, and when she turns around, he slaps her across the face hard, sending her reeling!

Jon McDaniel: A show of disrespect from teacher to student there.

Emily stumbles back, rubbing her jaw for a moment, then grins before charging DB and taking him down with a huge spear! The fans cheer loudly as Emily lays into Blazenwing with several hard punches before pulling him to his feet and whipping him towards the ropes again. She leans down in anticipation for a back body drop, but Blazenwing counters into a swinging neckbreaker! The veteran grins widely as Emily holds her neck, then rolls out of the ring in search of a weapon.

Brian Rentfro: Like they say in Oklahoma, business is about to pick up!

Luckily (or perhaps unluckily?) for these two, the TLC implements were still in place around the ring in anticipation of the potential of this being voted a TLC match in the first place, and as such, Blazenwing is quick to find and grab a hold of a steel chair. Emily, meanwhile, has rolled out of the ring and is coming for Blazenwing, who responds by turning and catching her in the midsection with a hard shot from the chair! Emily drapes herself against the steel ringpost and Blazenwing wastes no time swinging for the fences, aiming for his pupil's head, but at the last moment, Emily ducks, leaving DB to hit nothing but steel! He drops the chair as Emily grabs him and quickly rolls him back into the ring, following close behind.

Jon McDaniel: Good dodge from the Emerald Phoenix, there... this match could have been over if Blazenwing would have connected with that chair!

Back in the ring, Emily has DB propped up in the corner and, after punching several times, pulls him out and hits him with her signature Seventh Heaven (Two-handed Chokeslam)! The crowd cheers as Emily points to the crowd, and then pulls Blazenwing back up to his feet. DB is ready, though, and kicks Emily hard in the abdomen before hitting his Blazecution (Diamond Cutter) in the center of the ring! Both wrestlers are dazed, but DB comes out of it quicker as he rolls out of the ring and grabs the first chair that he dropped before grabbing a second one nearby and sliding both of them back inside the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Blazenwing's got something devious in mind here, I'd wager.

As Emily stirs, DB sets up both chairs and lines them up facing one another and touching. Emily finally reaches her feet and Blazenwing kicks her in the abdomen again before lining her up for a Blazen Bomb (Jackknife Powerbomb)!

Jon McDaniel: He's gonna put her right through those steel chairs!

As the crowd boos, Blazenwing starts to lift Corlen up for the bomb, but she blocks it by wrapping her leg around Blazenwing's before punching him several times in the ribs! He breaks his hold over her and stumbles back as Emily quickly lines him up for a suplex through the chairs. She gets him up halfway, but DB kicks his legs, countering in midair, causing Emily to drop him back to the mat. DB then knees Emily hard in the gut before turning slightly and hitting a snapmare on Emily through the chairs, crushing the steel in half as the crowd boos loudly! Emily wrenches her back in pain as Blazenwing laughs.

Brian Rentfro: The human body is not designed to absorb impact like that, and especially not against near naked skin!

Blazenwing kicks the chairs out of the ring and rolls back out as Emily struggles in the ring. He grabs the nearest ladder he can find and slides back into the ring before setting it up in the center.

Jon McDaniel: And Blazenwing's looking to end this one early! Can he win the match?

DB begins climbing as the fans continue booing loudly. He reaches the fourth rung as Emily pulls herself to her feet and charges the ladder, shoving it over with force. DB, unfortunately, sees her coming and manages to land on his feet near the ropes before charging Emily and taking her off her feet with a vicious clothesline! He motions to Emily on the mat, grinning, before draping her neck across the second rope and rolling out of the ring. He slaps her face hard again, then grabs a second ladder outside the ring and shrugs before tossing it at Emily, smacking her hard in the face.

Brian Rentfro: Wonder if she saw that one coming?

Jon McDaniel: Oh, stop.

As the fans begin to chant "D-Blaze sucks!", DB leans the ladder against Emily's face (still hanging over the second rope) and climbs onto the barricade at ringside, positioning himself gingerly. After grinning for a moment, he leaps off, dropkicking the ladder from the barricade, cracking it against Corlen's skull and sending her rolling back into the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Blazenwing with the dropkick to the ladder! He has been in big match situations like this before, many times, whereas Emily has not, and her inexperience is shining through early on. She's going to need a miracle to still be employed at the end of the night at the rate this one is going!

As Emily struggles to pull herself to her feet using the ropes, Blazenwing rolls back in the ring and grabs the first ladder before closing it and moving to the far corner, waiting. He positions it almost like a javelin in his hands, and as Emily finally props herself up in the corner, Blazenwing charges with the ladder, aiming for her head! At the last second, though, Emily rolls out of the way, leaving Blazenwing to slam the ladder into the steel ringpost between the second and third turnbuckles! The ladder falls, still leaning up against the corner as DB stumbles backwards, right into several hard rights from Emily! She whips him hard into the corner and follows with a running clothesline into the corner, then grabs DB and drags him back across the ring before leaping up and hitting a running bulldog right into the propped up ladder! The fans cheer loudly as Emily rolls away from the ladder, while DB lies on top of it, stunned.

Jon McDaniel: What a move from Emily Corlen! And just like that, the Emerald Phoenix is back in the game!

Emily rolls out of the ring while D-Blaze tries to will himself back to his feet. Her eyes immediately go for a nearby table before glancing back into the ring. She grabs the table and sets it up outside the ring, then rolls back in the ring, pulling DB up. She then lifts Blazenwing over her head into a Gorilla Press position and moves towards the table set up on the outside!

Brian Rentfro: Holy crap, she's lifting Blazenwing like he's a child's plaything! Come on, Dave, don't go out like this!

Emily moves DB to the ropes as the crowd continues cheering, but as she hoists him over, he manages to grab the top rope and swing onto the ring apron, saving himself. Emily takes a few punches, leaving him one handed and precariously perched over the table lying inches below him. She then runs to the other side of the ring and charges DB, going for a spear or a tackle of some sort, but Blazenwing swings at just the right moment, catching Emily between the eyes and backwards onto the mat. DB then moves slowly to the corner, where he starts to climb the turnbuckle before howling loudly.

Jon McDaniel: Blazenwing is either mocking Emily's Crimson Wolf gimmick or he's about to unleash some Howling Thunder!

Brian Rentfro: Knowing Dave, probably both!

DB reaches the top rope and turns to the crowd for just a moment, not noticing that Emily is back to her feet! She charges and runs into the ropes, causing Blazenwing to crotch himself in the corner!

Jon McDaniel: Oh! Right in the mommy daddy button!

As Blazenwing does his best to collect himself on the top rope, Emily slides to the outside and grabs the table she had set up previously before sliding it into the ring and following it back inside. She sets up the table, and then drags it to the corner before climbing the turnbuckle and setting up DB for a superplex through the table!

Brian Rentfro: Oh no! Look out, Dave!

Emily tries to lift DB up for the superplex, but Blazenwing has his leg wrapped around the ropes! Emily tries again, but this time, Blazenwing headbutts her hard, causing her to lose her balance! A second headbutt from Blazenwing, and Emily falls backwards, right through the table! This time, the hardcore fans cheer even though most are still booing the hell out of Blazenwing.

Brian Rentfro: I think David Blazenwing is slowly getting this crowd to turn on Emily Corlen!

Jon McDaniel: No, there are some fans who just LOVE hardcore, it doesn't matter who the recipient of the move is!

Brian Rentfro: I don't buy it. I think people are finally seeing just how superior Blazenwing really is.

Jon McDaniel: Sure. That's it.

Emily rolls to the outside of the ring, clutching her sides, as DB comes off the turnbuckle, looking around. The referee moves the broken table out of the ring as Blazenwing quickly notices Emily on the outside of the ring, on her feet trying to shake the cobwebs off. He immediately runs to the ropes, leaping out of the ring with a suicide plancha, taking Emily down hard on the outside!

Brian Rentfro: Wow! What a move from the veteran!

Jon McDaniel: When did you become such a big Blazenwing fan all of a sudden, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: When Blazenwing exposed Emily Corlen for the rookie that she is! Come on, Dave! Bring it home for the Alliance of Wrestling's Finest!

Back on the outside of the ring, DB is back up to his feet first, and he quickly pulls Emily to her feet before throwing her back in the ring with authority. He grabs two more chairs sitting at ringside and throws them in the ring before sliding back inside.

Jon McDaniel: We already saw Blazenwing nearly break Corlen's back once tonight with two chairs... could this be a repeat performance?

Blazenwing, in the ring, lifts one of the chairs up and scowls at Emily, saying something inaudibly before swinging the chair, hitting her in her nearly-exposed chest hard. Emily cries out in pain, grabbing her breasts and rolling on her side. As she gasps for air, DB drops the chair to the mat and kicks Emily hard in the cranium before pulling her head on top of the chair and glancing at the other one!

Jon McDaniel: Oh no, not this...

Brian Rentfro: Tune up the band, Jon... looks like we're about to hear a con-chair-to! Woo!

DB grins, then lifts the second chair up before swinging - but at the last second, Emily kicks with her leg, tripping Blazenwing and sending the chair flying backwards! The crowd cheers as both wrestlers crawl to their feet, Blazenwing still grasping for the steel chair. He grabs it, but the time wasted allows Emily to kick Blazenwing in the gut before hoisting him up and dropping him hard onto the chair face first with the Crimson Plunge (Powerbomb to Facebuster)! The crowd cheers as Emily drops to her knees, finally smiling for the first time in this contest.

Jon McDaniel: What a counter! Blazenwing's brain just got scrambled courtesy of the Crimson Plunge!

Emily pulls herself to her feet with the aid of the ropes as Blazenwing holds his face on the mat. She kicks one of the chairs out of the ring, then moves to the corner and grabs the slightly busted up ladder still lying in the ring. She drags it over to where DB is lying, then smiles before lying it on the mat and opening it, then dragging Blazenwing face down, leaving his chest draped over the inside of the ladder!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, I don't like the looks of this...

Emily points at the crowd, then runs across the ring, charging the ladder and leaping into the air, coming down on the ladder and closing it around Blazenwing hard with a body splash! The crowd starts an "Em-I-Ly!" chant as Corlen rolls off of the ladder, holding her abdomen and chest, while Blazenwing kicks and screams in pain inside of the ladder itself.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe not the smartest move when you're nearly naked, but I think regardless, it's safe to say that Blazenwing DEFINITELY got the worse of that exchange!

Brian Rentfro: That's fine, let her get a few moves in, Dave... she's hurting herself as much as she's hurting you! Use that to your advantage!

Emily crawls back to her feet, pulling Dave out from the middle of the ladder before closing it and lifting it up. DB slowly drags himself to his feet using the ropes and turns around, only to get caught square between the eyes with the ladder, courtesy of a charging Emerald Phoenix! The crowd cheers loudly as Emily hoists the ladder over her head, throwing it down hard onto Blazenwing's prone body!

Jon McDaniel: That's gonna hurt no matter who you are!

Emily rolls out to ringside and grabs a new ladder as the referee takes the slightly mangled one and kicks it out of the ring. She slides the ladder inside, then follows it before setting it up in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, you dumb blonde, you're not going to be able to get the briefcase from there! What the hell is she thinking?

Jon McDaniel: I have a feeling we're about to find out!

Emily pulls DB to his feet and hits him with a wicked brainbuster in the middle of the ring, then looks up at the ladder she's set up in the corner! She grins, then starts climbing it... she reaches the top, turns around, stretches her arms out in her Emerald Phoenix pose, then leaps off the top of the ladder, nailing Blazenwing square in the center of the ring with his own Hot Shot (Frog Splash)! The crowd starts chanting "holy shit!" as both wrestlers in the middle of the ring lie there, nursing their various battle wounds.

Brian Rentfro: THAT'S BLAZENWING'S MOVE!

Jon McDaniel: Mark your calendars, ladies and gentleman, on May 22, 2011, for the first time ever, the Emerald Phoenix flew through the air... and it was good!

As DB kicks his legs in the ring, struggling to stay in the fight, Emily, still hurting but smelling the blood in the water, rolls to the outside of the ring and grabs another table. Emily tosses it into the ring and slides inside to set it up as Blazenwing finally starts pulling himself to his feet on the other side of the ring. Unbeknownst to Emily, though, he's right next to the second chair he had brought into the ring earlier and grabs it as he rises to his feet. Emily finishes setting up the table and turns around to grab Blazenwing... only to get cracked in the skull with a MASSIVE chair shot! Emily collapses to the mat in a heap as Blazenwing drops the chair, grinning. He leans over in Emily's face and pinches his thumb and index fingers close together, then audibly proclaims "You almost got me kid... but you'll never beat me!" before lifting her up and draping her body across the very table she had herself set up moments before.

Brian Rentfro: Yes! End it, Blazenwing!

DB moves over to the corner, looking to start climbing it, but something outside the ring catches his attention. He looks over at Emily, motionless on the table, and a sadistic smile creeps over his face as he goes through the ropes to the ring apron and hops down to the outside, then grabs another table!

Jon McDaniel: What in the world is Blazenwing planning here?

DB slides the second table into the ring, then sets it up... before placing it on top of the table Emily is lying across, sandwiching her between the two tables! The crowd starts going nuts, perhaps to warn Emily or perhaps because they know they're about to see something reprehensible and can't contain themselves, as Blazenwing goes back out to the apron before starting to climb the turnbuckles! DB slips trying to climb the ropes, falling slightly, but still managing to catch himself, then finally makes it to the top rope. However, the lapse in time from his slip costs him, as Emily has made it back to her feet and out of the twisted table contraption from hell, and she charges Blazenwing with a hard right, catching him off guard and sending him toppling off the top rope and to the outside!

Brian Rentfro: Dammit!

Jon McDaniel: Come on, Emily! Now's your chance!

Emily stumbles to the outside, still shaky, and grabs the nearest fresh ladder that she can find before glancing back up in the ring at the briefcase dangling above the arena! She slides the ladder into the ring and spends a few moments setting it up, with Blazenwing nowhere in sight, then begins climbing slowly! She climbs one rung... then another... then another... and suddenly, Blazenwing is up on the apron! He climbs onto the ladder still set up in the corner that Emily had Hot Shotted off of minutes ago, and before Emily can reach the top of her ladder and retrieve the briefcase, Blazenwing jumps off of his own ladder, catching Emily square in the jaw with a flying Full Effect (Sweet Chin Music)! The crowd goes nuts and another "Holy shit!" chant starts as both wrestlers collapse to the mat, nearly lifeless!

Brian Rentfro: David Blazenwing just flew through the air and superkicked Emily Corlen right off the damn ladder! THAT'S how the pros do it!

Jon McDaniel: This match isn't over yet, Brian! Blazenwing fell just as far as Corlen did... he may not have taken a superkick, but he's definitely hurting! Until one of them pulls that briefcase down, this is still anybody's game!

Emily can be seen on the mat, bleeding from the mouth, a glassy, faraway look in her eyes. As she coughs, struggling for air, Blazenwing slowly pulls himself up using the ropes and then starts climbing the ladder in the middle of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: This is it! David Blazenwing's about to retain his PWA career! So long, Emily! Ha ha ha!

As Blazenwing inches closer and closer to the briefcase, Emily slowly pulls herself back to her feet, running on sheer willpower and adrenaline. She stumbles around for a moment, and then notices Blazenwing climbing the ladder! She tries to grab his leg and pull him down, but DB kicks her away - or attempts to, but Emily holds onto his leg and yanks him off the ladder onto her shoulders before throwing him with a hard powerbomb into the other ladder sitting in the corner! That ladder collapses and Blazenwing screams loudly as Emily collapses against the ropes, wiping off some of the blood that is running down her chin.

Jon McDaniel: JUST LIKE THAT, BRIAN! Just like THAT, the momentum in a match like this can change! One move is all it takes! Just like I said, this match isn't over until that bell rings!

DB rolls to the outside of the ring, holding various parts of his body that probably won't work as well tomorrow as they did today. Emily looks up at the ladder, the briefcase dangling tantalizingly, but shakes her head as she rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair!

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is she doing?

Jon McDaniel: I don't agree with this decision... but it looks like she wants Blazenwing to hurt for assaulting her over the last few weeks!

Brian Rentfro: See? She IS a dumb blonde! Good riddance, I hope she loses! Cocky little...

Emily leans down, a few feet away from Blazenwing, clutching the chair like a baseball bat, screaming for DB to "get the fuck up!" Blazenwing slowly crawls to his feet, very likely unaware of where he is at this moment in time, and turns around right into a sick chairshot to the skull courtesy of the Emerald Phoenix! Content that this match is in the bag, Emily drops the chair and slides back into the ring, then begins climbing the ladder slowly to loud cheers from the crowd!

Jon McDaniel: Blazenwing's motionless on the outside! It looks like this is the end of the road for Milwaukee's Greatest Export!

Emily continues climbing... one rung, then another... finally, she reaches the top of the ladder as the crowd keeps cheering! She touches the briefcase! She begins to unhook the briefcase from the cord holding it high above the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Look!

At that moment, the crowd begins booing loudly as BWF's Alexander O'Ryan - one of Blazenwing's stablemates in the Alliance of Wrestling's Finest - slides into the ring and tips the ladder over with all of his might! Emily can't react in time and the ladder tips, sending her flying over the top rope and out of the ring to land unceremoniously on the protective padding on the arena floor!

Jon McDaniel: No! My God, he might have just killed her!

The crowd boos loudly as O'Ryan laughs, then rolls out of the ring and says something inaudibly in Emily's direction before lining her up for a punt to the skull.

Brian Rentfro: Corlen's about to get her skull caved in, courtesy of the Alliance!

Before O'Ryan can launch his attack, however, a rotund man - a fan - leaps over the barricade and tackles him! The crowd cheers loudly as O'Ryan scrambles to his feet and takes a few shots at the round man before running up the ramp, the man (and security) following close behind!

Jon McDaniel: What the hell just happened?

Brian Rentfro: I have NO idea. We still have a match going on!

As a handful of referees appear to check on Emily, David Blazenwing is up on the other side of the ring, his arms draped across the ring apron! He slowly pulls himself back into the ring using the bottom rope, then stumbles to his feet before groggily fixing the position of the ladder, putting it back into the center of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This is a shame... Emily Corlen had this match won until the damn Alliance interfered... and now, it's going to take a miracle for her to make it back to her feet in time!

Brian Rentfro: I called it, Jon! Long live David Blazenwing!

Blazenwing drapes himself over the ladder, still cross eyed and barely able to stand, but using all of his willpower to begin pushing himself slowly up the ladder. He makes it halfway up when the crowd cheers loudly - somehow, someway, Emily Corlen is back to her feet on the outside of the ring!

Jon McDaniel: Corlen is up!

Brian Rentfro: No way! HOW?!

Blazenwing's heart begins racing as he continues climbing, Emily perching herself on the other side of the ladder. She begins climbing her side as DB inches closer to the briefcase!

Emily climbs a rung...

Then another...

And another...

Blazenwing reaches the top of the ladder! He begins to reach for the briefcase!

Emily climbs closer...

Blazenwing struggles to get a grip on the briefcase to pull it down!

Emily climbs another rung...

She reaches the top of the ladder!

Blazenwing has both hands on the briefcase! He pulls down...

WHAM! In desperation, Emily punches Blazenwing square in the crotch!

Blazenwing's eyes go wide; his hands slip off the briefcase, still hanging from the ceiling!

Emily takes another step up the ladder, and then kicks Blazenwing before placing his head between her legs!

Jon McDaniel: She wouldn't...

Brian Rentfro: She couldn't!

Emily hooks Blazenwing's arms behind his back, then hoists him up in the air with the very last bit of her strength before shifting to the right and releasing him, sending Blazenwing plummeting off the top of the ladder and through both tables that had been set up earlier with a modified M.D.K. (Angel's Wings)! Emily slips slightly, but clings to the ladder for dear life, remaining in place!

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD!

Brian Rentfro: Nooooooo!

The crowd roar grows to a deafening level as Emily takes one last look down at the man who taught her everything she knows, now lying motionless in a pile of rubble, before reaching up and unhooking the PWA-branded briefcase!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner... The Emerald Phoenix... EEEMMMIIILLLYYY CCCOOORRRLLLEEENNN!!!

Emily's cover of "Broken Dreams" by Shaman's Harvest blares across the arena's sound system as Emily lies across the top of the ladder, still clutching the briefcase, completely spent. The rotund fan from before runs back down the ramp, still being chased by security, and slides into the ring just as Emily slips off the top of the ladder. He catches her in his arms, then gently sets her down directly across from Blazenwing before taking off into the crowd, the security still hot on his tail.

Jon McDaniel: Who IS that guy?

Brian Rentfro: Who cares? David Blazenwing is gone from PWA! This is a travesty! An injustice! Complete and utter bull-

Jon McDaniel: What an AMAZING performance tonight by both competitors, but tonight, without a doubt, the better wrestler won... and the student surpassed the teacher, once and for all!

Brian Rentfro: And she did it nearly naked!

Jon McDaniel: And yes, she did it nearly naked. Congratulations on your big win, Emily!

Brian Rentfro: Pfft. LUCKY win is more like it.

Back in the ring, Emily's boyfriend Johnny Maverick has finally appeared and he has Emily in his arms. He says something to her before scooping her up, briefcase and all, and carrying her out of the ring and back up the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: That is a real man right there. What a night it's been so far at High Stakes!

Brian Rentfro: And we've still got several huge matches left to go! The best is yet to come!

Its Almost Time


Jethro sits in his room, preparing for his match later that night with Matthew Engel. Jethro is nearly completed with his dressing, all he is lacking is finishing up the green and yellow alternating tape on his wrists.

"You know, I figured that you Engel, of all people, would not make such a rookie mistake in looking past a man than you know better than to look past."

He begins to wind the tape around and around his wrist.

"Therefore, you had to mention that little nugget about McNasty's record being so near the horizon on purpose, like you purposefully wanted me to mention it so that you could attack and attack."

He shakes his head.

"I didn't attack the overlooking on purpose..."

He looks up into the camera.

"Because you wanted me to, you planted it in the promo for the express purpose of wanting me to attack it."

He shakes his head.

"That is my belief anyways, hence the reason I didn't mention it."

He cuts the tape, slapping the wrist to make sure that it is sturdy.

"If you beat me tonight, your personal record title reign with the World Title will grow to fifty-six days..."

He shakes his head.

"But one thing... you've got to get pass me and I honestly don't think... I don't believe you can do it Matthew. Sure you've been on a big roll, but as you pointed out in your promo we've both had our losses, me to Nadare in his return and you to Specter in only his second match..."

He smiles as he begins to do the tape on his left wrist.

"The Matthew Engel that I knew, is not the Matthew Engel that would have lost to Specter, interference or not. That Matthew Engel would have still gotten back up and kicked some major ass. But perhaps you can say the same about me..."

He nods at the camera.

"Which you pretty much did. Maybe you are right, maybe you are wrong... you'll find out tonight, when the entire world of professional wrestling finds out who is better, and who is PWA World Champion."

He finishes taping the left wrist, slapping it to make sure it is secure as well.

"You actually believe that I don't think the World Title important? I never said it wasn't important, I never once looked down on it..."

He places the tape in a travel bag beside him.

"In fact, I elevated the World Title by saying it was secondary to our rivalry. What happens between us, the competition, is more important sure, but the World Title being there is going to push me even that much harder. Because Engel, I want that belt as much as I want to prove to you once and all who is better. I want to prove to you, the fans, and most importantly myself who is better between us. And what does it matter what I use to push me to defeat you? Whether it is finding out who is the better wrestler, or if it is the World Title? You wanted a tough opponent tonight for this defense and I'm using what it takes to push me to that level and you want to go and get all pissy because I'm using our rivalry to do that?"

He smiles as he stares into the camera with determination and desire in his eyes.

"You ask how I'm going to change the tie?"

He stares.

"By doing whatever it takes to put you down. Our tag team is second to none in the tag team ranks, one of us has to be second to the other in the rankings; its been me for the better part of a year and a half..."

He flexes his wrists once more.

"That all changes tonight Matthew. Tonight, you will become second to... me. I'm going to turn you every way but loose."

He points to his shoulder.

"Mess up my shoulder, rip the muscles... it doesn't matter because not only am I going to finish the match... I'm going to make sure that you don't get up."

He shrugs.

"If I have to break your ribs in order to put you down for the three... you're gonna have to wrstle with them taped up for a while."

He sits there, just talking.

"You wanted me back the way I was, look into my eyes buddy... look deep."

The camera seems to focus on the eyes but it never actually zooms at all.

"I'm going to win that title tonight and there is nothing short of a career threatening injury going to keep me from walking out of this arena with another strap over my shoulder."

He nods.

"Maybe your next reign can beat McNasty's, or by that time, maybe it can beat mine. But short of breaking my neck Engel... you are not going to walk out of that ring PWA World Champion tonight"

He nods.

"Face the fact and begin to deal with it. You know as well as I do Engel, that these words we exchange are unimportant, they don't matter for the end game; all they do is hype up the match."

He points behind the camera, towards where the ring is located.

"What happens out there is what matters. What happens in that squared circle, inside that ring where two warriors put their bodies through all that it can handle to come out victorious... is what matters. What matters is what happens out there, what is said through actions inside that ring, in front of that crowd..."

He points to his mouth.

"Not what comes from either of our mouths before a match; only what happens during the match."

He stands up, beginning to stretch before the match.

"My endurance has picked up tremendously, my ability to scout an opponent has reached a new level, and Iknow you and your moves nearly as well as you do and better than anyone else."

He nods.

"And again let me tell you how I'm going to beat you for two things, one that Billion dollar question to be answered and for that PWA World Title that you hold wile you strut around like a rooster in a hen yard..."

He stretches his back by bending backards before leaning forward. Jethro finally stands straight up.

"I'm not going to beat you with words, but with move after move, technical hold after technical hold, and not with "I'm gonna beat you" statements... but with Jethro Hayes determination and power."

He removes his watch out of the travel bag and looks at the time, before looking back at the camera.

"Its almost time Engel, one for our match, and second for your title reign to come to an end."

He replaces the watch.

{fade}

Matt Stone vs Simon Kalis(c)

Last Man Standing
Intercontinental Title Match


DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following contest is a LAST MAN STANDING match, for BOTH the PWA Intercontinental and BWF United States championships! Introducing first, the BWF US Champion!

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


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


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


Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. "I'm the best there is!" He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. "You don't deserve to see me!" He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone is alone here tonight folks. No Liz, no Katrina, no Tyson. Just the BWF United States Champion, a PWA Hall of Famer.

Brian Rentfro: This is one of the most highly anticipated rematches in a long time, Jon. Here we go!

Eric Emerson: Introducing next!

The ADCTron shows us the images from backstage, Simon Kalis sitting down on a steel chair smoking a cigarette and bobbing his head as the instrumental to "Champion" by Pastor Troy begins to play. John Nash Strader and him embrace for a moment as Kalis jumps to his feet, the PWA Intercontinental title around his waist. He twists his neck around and begins walking down the hall way, past Strader and his good pal Emily Corlen, who's battered and bruised following her match with Blazenwing. They talk to each other for a moment, then high five.

Eric Emerson: He hails from MONTREAL, QUEBEC CANADA!

He turns the hall and a police escort surrounds him.

Fans: KAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAALIS!

Stone looks around at the crowd as they stand on their feet, over the ADCTron Kalis smacks his chest, sends a swift thrust kick forward towards the lens before mockingly uppercutting the air repeatedly. He pats the knee brace over his left knee. He's in his PWA Left elbow pad, RPW right elbow pad. "OUTLAW" streams down his right leg, "KALIS" down his left. He looks with intensity into the camera as he makes the next turn and the screen goes black.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds. Standing in at six feet and three inches tall.

The lights in the arena go completely out, as an arch of golden pyros begin to shoot off at the entrance ramp. The crowd is roaring with cheers to the point that it is deafening in the arena.

Fans: KAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAAAALIS!

Pyros whistle towards the entrance ramp like the sound of missiles, before exploding in quick succession!

Eric Emerson: He is the Pioneer Wrestling Association INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!!!

The crowd roars as a large figure appears amidst the arch of pyros.

Eric Emerson: The Cult Hero... THE LAST SUPERSTAR!!!! SIMON KAAAAAAAAAALISSSSS!!!!!

The pyros shoot off one more time, and Simon Kalis appears atop the entrance ramp ON HORSEBACK! The crowd goes nuts as confetti begins to fall from the ceilings, as Kalis rides a black thoroughbred onto the entrance ramp.

Jon McDaniel: He does it big for every pay per view, folks. If it isn't a live performance of his theme, riding in on a tank or rappelling to the arena from a Blackhawk helicopter... It's horseback now folks. Amazing. High Stakes is no exception, Kalis is forever a showman for the fans. Love him or hate'em.

Brian Rentfro: What a jackass.

Kalis pulls his lasso towards himself, the large animal rises up onto it's hind legs as Kalis raises the PWA Intercontinental title in the air, pyros exploding skyward behind him. Stone looks on from inside the ring, shaking his head. Kalis slings the PWA IC title over his shoulder and back as he rides the horse down to the ring, circling and leaning over to slap the hands of fans as he passes by. He hops off the horse and immediately goes to a young child in the front row, putting his head to the childs and whispering some words of advice. Simon removes the eye patch from his left eye, and puts it on the child, patting him on the head as he then circles the ring, holding onto the lasso of rope for the horse. The camera zooms in on the fan with Simon's eye patch, his parents and the young boy smiling very happily.

Jon McDaniel: Well folks, this match will be not only for the PWA Intercontinental title but as we found out during the course of the week, for the BWF United States title as well.

The camera zooms out to an overhead view of the ring as Kalis sends the horse backstage, a couple of dice roll out onto a roullette table as images of the PWA IC and BWF US title slam onto the screen. The words "LAST MAN STANDING" and Simon Kalis to the left, Matt Stone to the right.

Brian Rentfro: Listen to these idiots, they keep chanting for the guy who's gonna lose.

Jon McDaniel: Stone has been underrated for sure, Brian. But to say he's a foregone conclusion is to lie to yourself.

Kalis climbs up the steel steps and raises his PWA Intercontinental title in the air. He hands it to referee Dwayne Cross who holds up both PWA and BWF titles before handing them off at ringside. Stone begins to circle the ring as Kalis stares back at him with no emotion, remaining still.

Brian Rentfro: The fans have decided! A Last Man Standing match to determine who shall rule the upper mid card of half the AoWF!

DING DING DING

Kalis rushes Stone with a clothesline, Stone ducks and avoids it! Stone spins around with a spinning heel kick, Kalis leans away from it with snap fast speed. Kalis with a left hook at Stone, Matt blocks it and goes for a knee to Simon's gut but Simon throws himself back to avoid it. Stone rushes Simon, Simon takes him down with a hip toss! Stone rolls, gets back to his feet and charges at Kalis! Kalis goes for another hip toss but Stone reverses and takes Kalis down with an arm drag. Kalis rolls away and jumps back to his feet. Kalis walks right to Stone and looks down at him, Stone looks up and they exchange words in the middle of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Stone is 5'9" tall folks, and Simon stands at 6'3" so there is quite a big difference in size between these two men, and I expect we'll see that come into play.

Brian Rentfro: Sure, sure. Stone's beaten him before, he'll do it again!

Stone rushes in, and both men grapple. Stone twists Simon's arm around, Kalis slaps his shoulder where Stone has him by. Stone goes to toss Kalis but Kalis does a backflip that amazes the crowd, reverses the hold and locks a sleeper hold onto Matt Stone in the middle of the ring! Stone begins cracking Kalis in the ribs with elbow after elbow, until Kalis finally lets go. Stone spins around, grabs Simon by the head as he's kneeled over and drops him with the kind of impact DDT that makes people watching at home go DAYUM SON! Kalis rolls away holding his head but gets to his feet, as does Stone. Kalis charges at Stone this time, and comes off his feet with a flying shoulder block to Stone's head. Stone hits the canvas but gets back to his feet. Kalis grabs him from behind and whips him into the ropes, and Stone hits the ropes chest first, flips and sends out an elbow that cracks Kalis hard across the face. Simon spins before dropping to his knees, dazed. Stone sizes him up and LASHES out with a VICIOUS kick to the side of his head! KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa! Stone with a big move early, Kalis just hit the canvas hard. He appears dead in the water!

Referee Dwayne Cross begins the count. 1!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, like Maya?!

2!

Jon McDaniel: ...

THR- Kalis sits up!

Brian Rentfro: Too soon?

Stone looks down at Simon in disbelief as he bounces off the ropes and hits a dropkick on The Last Superstar. Kalis hits the canvas hard from his seated position, and tries to roll away to regroup but Stone is on him as he begins stomping down hard on Kalis. Kalis manages to roll out of the ring and gets to his feet, shaking his head as he breathes heavily. Stone climbs to the middle turnbuckle, and points at Simon from inside the ring. Stone makes title motions with his hands around his waist, holding up two fingers. Kalis smirks, rolling back in the ring quickly. Stone drops down but Simon stomps his foot, reaches for an invisible sword and suddenly plunges it into his chest, completing the faux suicide of HARA KIRI! Stone stares at Simon in bewilderment as Kalis drops to his knees, smiling, before falling over onto his back. The crowd BOOS heavily.

1!

Jon McDaniel: Is Simon throwing the match?! Why?!

2!

Brian Rentfro: Even Stone can't believe it!

3!

Stone kicks Simon but Cross pushes him back, telling him to stop.

4!

Stone looks around as the crowd here in New Orleans continues to boo.

5!

Stone backs away from Simon, shaking his head.

6!

Brian Rentfro: What an awesome match! Stone's the new Intercontinental Champion!

7!

Stone climbs to the middle rope now, posing for the camera flashes.

8!

Kalis quickly sits up and gets to his feet as Stone continues to celebrate!

Jon McDaniel: Uh oh, it was a hoax!

Kalis low blows Stone as Stone stands on the middle rope. Stone winces, kneeling forward as Kalis slips himself inbetween Stone's legs, lifting the BWF US Champ by his tights up and running forward before slamming him to the canvas with a powerbomb!

Simon Kalis: Anything to win, Stone?!

Stone groans as Kalis quickly rolls away, and climbs to the top rope. Kalis takes time though to make sure he has balance, and then he flies off the top rope with a frog splash... WHICH BACKFIRES! Stone puts his knees to his chest quickly and Simon lands hard onto them. Kalis bounces up and off, holding his chest and kicking the canvas. Stone rolls out of the ring. Kalis bites his lips and pulls himself to his feet. He sees Stone on the outside and climbs to the top rope again, for another high risk play. Stone quickly grabs his BWF United States title from the bell keepers table and as Simon comes off the top rope with a dropkick Stone tries to use the title to hit Simon. But it backfires! Kalis instead cracks the title, which cracks Stone's face. Both men hit the ground on the outside of the ring hard.

Jon McDaniel: Second time's the charm for the high risk move!

Brian Rentfro: Stone has him right where he wants him!

Kalis gets to his feet first and picks Stone up slowly, before throwing him back into the ring. Kalis slides in but Stone from a prone position kicks him in the f'ing face! Kalis recoils and Stone's up, lifting Simon up. He puts Simon into an collar and elbow tie up, before twisting Simon around and hitting a spinning neckbreaker on The Cult Hero. Stone is on his feet, laying in a few kicks to the back of Kalis' head before hopping onto the apron and climbing to the top rope. Kalis slowly gets to his feet, fans yelling to warn him about where Stone is. Kalis looks up slowly at the ADCTron, something he's done a lot since losing his left eye to keep an awareness of where his opponent is, and he sees Stone waiting for him to get to his feet. Kalis stands to his feet, straightening his body. As he turns around Stone comes flying off the top rope and goes for a hurricanrana but Simon immediately spins and twists his whole body weight into the power of his muay thai angle kick, REMEMBRANCE, which catches Stone in the chin and sends spit flying out of his mouth. Stone flips back, hits the canvas and his eyes close. The crowd cheers as Simon raises two middle fingers in the air towards Stone. Cross begins the count.

1!

Brian Rentfro: He cheated!

2!

Jon McDaniel: Watching the action on the ADCTron is smart.

THRE-STONE IS UP!

STONE IS UP!

Kalis turns quickly and can't believe at how quick Stone sat up. Stone jumps to his feet and charges Simon into the corner turnbuckle. He begins pummeling away into Kalis chest and ribs with lefts and rights. Kalis knees Stone in the chest, pushing him back. Kalis with a forward thrust kick, he misses and Stone trips Kalis but Kalis doesn't fall down. Instead Kalis reverses, sending out a backwards thrust kick that catches Stone in the back of the head! Stone stumbles into the turnbuckles and Simon begins UNLEASHING devastating Muay Thai fashioned kicks. He dances almost, alternating between his left and right legs as he kicks Stone all over his body. From his legs, knees, chest, ribs to his arms. Kalis finally stops and Stone stumbles forward groggily, Kalis lifts him up and drops Stone with a backbreaker. Stone's down and Simon rolls out of the ring.

1!

Jon McDaniel: It's been a while since we've seen the muay thai style from Simon.

2!

Brian Rentfro: You know what's awesome? How Matt Stone took that and is gonna get right back up!

3!

Jon McDaniel: I wish someone would shut you up for once.

4!

Kalis reaches under the ring and pulls out a tall ladder, which he chucks aside. He pulls out three tables slowly, all stacked on each other.

5!

Stone appears to be awakening, as Kalis slides a table into the ring.

6!

Kalis slides in and begins setting the table up in the corner, putting it up vertically against the corner.

SEV-Stone is up!

Stone gets to his feet and as Kalis turns around from setting up the table on it's slant in the corner, Stone SPEARS him right through it! Stone slips out of the ring inbetween the middle and top rope, and falls to the outside as Kalis stumbles forward before falling face first to the canvas. Both men are now down and out, breathing heavily. Cross has no choice but to begin a double count!

1!

Brian Rentfro: Did Stone just MERK Simon with that spear or what!? Kalis thought he was being clever by setting up that table, but as has happened often tonight... BACKFIRED!

2!

Jon McDaniel: I think Stone hurt himself a bit as well doing it, and those muay thai kicks are still being felt. They say those kicks hit with the power of a metal baseball bat when done properly.

3!

Stone is the first one to come to life, outside of the ring. But he remains down.

4!

Kalis holds his back and kicks the canvas, shaking his head.

5!

Stone pulls himself up with the apron and quickly grabs his BWF US title he'd dropped earlier.

6!

Simon begins to crawl towards the ropes.

7!

Stone slides into the ring as Kalis pulls himself up by the ropes. Kalis groggily turns around and BANG! Stone CLOCKS him with the BWF United States title! The crowd boos as Kalis hits the canvas hard, now bleeding from his face.

Brian Rentfro: HAHAHAH! Stone draws first blood! If his was a First Blood match, Stone would've just won!

Jon McDaniel: Right. But it isn't, so he hasn't. So relax.

Brian Rentfro: Whatever dude!

Stone lifts Simon up and whips him into the corner. Stone rushes forward but Kalis puts his arms out around the ropes either side of him and lifts himself up, kicking Stone in the face. Stone stumbles and spins around as Kalis climbs to the top rope, bloodied and all. Kalis points to Stone and jumps off, BUT MATT STONE WITH THE C-C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!! The crowd is STUNNED, and Simon Kalis bounces up, hits the canvas and lays motionless.

1!

Jon McDaniel: Okay, I gotta give it to Stone. THAT was cool.

2!

Grizzly Beer Sponsored INSTANT REPLAY: We see Simon come off the top rope but get owned by the Combobreaker from Matt Stone.

3!

Stone grabs the PWA Intercontinental title from ringside, strapping both BWF US and PWA IC titles around his waist! The crowd boos!

4!

Stone picks up one of the tables and slides it into the ring, while setting up the very tall ladder that towers over the ring, using what was left from the TLC match to his advantadge.

5!

He begins setting up the table as the crowd boos him. He shrugs, putting his arms out and smiling.

6!

Kalis remains down and out, so Stone begins posing for pictures with both titles.

7!

Kalis' eyes shoot open and he screams as he begins to move around, holding his head.

8!

Stone sees this and Simon is now on his feet. They exchange a quick round of lefts and rights with Stone getting the upper advantadge as he drops to his knees and then low blows Simon hard.

Matt Stone: That's right, Simon. Whatever it takes to win!

Stone hops back up and cracks Simon with the PWA Intercontinental title over the head before dropping it. He places Kalis onto the table and slides out of the ring, and begins climbing the big ladder.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god this is going to be dangerous. Do NOT try this at home folks!

Brian Rentfro: This is the definition of High Stakes!

Stone makes it to the top of the ladder, and the cameras flash all over the arena. ROLLING STONE OFF THE TOP OF THE HUGE LADDER! The cameras flash BUT---

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD!

Stone crashes through the table alone as Kalis rolls off of it at the last second. Kalis continues to roll away from Stone and the wreck now, breathing heavily. Stone is seemingly knocked out as he lays motionless in the midst of the broken table. Kalis rolls out of the ring and reaches into his tights for his pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out, lights it with the help of a fan. Cross begins the count, as Kalis grabs a steel chair and sets it up, taking a seat near some fans and smoking his cigarette.

1!

Kalis grabs a beer from a vendor, pops it open and begins drinking.

2!

Jon McDaniel: This might be over folks. Stone looks finished.

3!

Brian Rentfro: He took a high risk at High Stakes and... Well... I'm not sure it'll pay off.

4!

Simon continues to smoke his cigarette, drink his beer and sign autographs for fans at ringside.

5!

Stone still isn't moving, as Kalis wipes the blood from his face.

6!

Fans: KAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAALIS!

7!

Stone is showing signs of life and Kalis sits up from his seat as he cracks open another beer.

8!

Stone winces and groans as he lifts himself up from the wreckage of the table, Kalis slides in quickly and puts his cigarette out over Stone's forehead!!! The crowd goes NUTS as Kalis chugs his beer and then pours it over Matt Stone!

Brian Rentfro: HE CAN'T DO THAT!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Simon just did and the crowd is loving it!

Kalis lifts Stone up and Stone has found a new life within himself! He gives Kalis a stiff right then takes him down with a snap suplex! Kalis rolls and gets back to his feet, they lock up! Kalis with a belly to belly overhead suplex! The crowd goes nuts! Stone rolls, gets back to his feet! They lock up! Stone slips around behind Simon and locks in a waistlock! Stone lifts and slams Kalis on the back of his head! Kalis gets to his feet and quickly kicks Stone in the gut, BLIZZARD SUPLEX! The crowd is electrified, cheering and hollering as Stone quickly gets back to his feet. Kalis rips the BWF US title off of Stone and smashes it across his face! Stone stumbles back, right into the ropes, bounces off and Simon leaps forward smashing the title AGAIN over his face! This time Stone goes down and now Stone is bleeding!

Jon McDaniel: Well just when you thought this match was over? Both men find a new fire in themselves to continue!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah but with Stone it's natural, Simon's just drunk now.

Kalis is to his feet and lifts Stone up, kneeing him again and then hooking up his arms, spinning him around and lifting him up... ONE VERTAEBREAKER! Kalis lifts Stone up, never letting go. TWO VERTABREAKERS! Simon repeats it, though even he is straining now as he brings himself to his feet with Stone on his back still. THREE VERTABREAKERS IN A ROW! THE SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED!(FATALITY REMIX!) on Matt Stone! The crowd cheers loudly, as the ten count begins. Simon gets to his feet...

1!

Kalis leans against the ropes, coughing.

2!

The arena lights go out!

Jon McDaniel: What the hell is going on?

Brian Kalis: Hey dad!

The lights turn back on and the ADCTron lights up. We see Simon's youngest son, Brian, waving to the camera.

Brian Kalis: Hey dad, you're gonna win!

Kalis steps towards the ropes closest to the entrance ramp, Stone is still down but he's grabbing the referee's leg and holding on.

Brian Kalis: I know you've missed me! But it's okay! I've been with Uncle Lucy!

The crowd boos and Kalis sinks, falling to his knees as he holds onto the ropes. Lucious Starr now appears on the ADCTron. Starr hands Brian an iPod, plugging his ears with loud music.

Lucious Starr: That's right, Aaron! Surprised?

Starr smirks, showing his wear and tear from his battle earlier tongiht with Finale for the AoWF KoE Title.

Lucious Starr: Oh? You think just because suddenly, you're some kind of god damn hero to these idiots that I'd forget what you did to me? I haven't forgotten, Aaron.

Kalis lowers his head, looking almost sick.

Lucious Starr: I told you I'd find out who took Brian. And here he is.

Starr points to himself, smiling as the crowds boo's get deafening. Stone takes this time to slide out of the ring and regroup, watching from a distance.

Lucious Starr: Now Simon, we settle this. Once and for all.

Stone on the outside of the ring begins wrapping a steel chair with barbed wire, before quietly sliding into the ring.

Lucious Starr: It's time to do the right thing, Simon. Do the right thing, for Brian.

Kalis pulls himself to his feet, as Brian smiles while listening to his iPod unaware. Stone is up now behind Kalis and swings the barbed wire chair as hard as he can, catching Simon Kalis hard in the face! Kalis hits the canvas in a bloody mess.

Stone begins ravaging Simon Kalis with the barbed wire wrapped steel chair, smashing it against his entire body repeatedly. Starr covers little Brian Kalis' eyes as the young Kalis hugs his "Uncle". Starr smirks as Kalis rolls around, unable to defend himself from Stone's onslought.

Lucious Starr: That's right, Aaron. Do the right thing! For once in your pathetic fucking life!

Kalis rolls out of the ring, bleeding from small cuts all over his body. Kalis walks around the ring and sets up the table on the outside. Stone doesn't seem finished, demanding Simon come back into the ring and flipping off Starr. Kalis hops onto the apron and ducks as Stone swings the chair. Inbetween the middle and top ropes, Simon rams his shoulder into Stone's ribs and then flips himself into the ring. He whips Stone to the corner and picks up the barbed wire chair. He smashes it over Stone's face and chucks it aside. He goes to the top rope, and lifts Stone up with him.

Lucious Starr: Do the right thing, Aaron! Don't you love your son?

Stone slips out of the Sentencing of the Damned before Simon can execute and falls back, grabbing Simon with him and hitting the C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER RIGHT OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!! The crowd can't believe it, and both Simon and Matt remain motionless on the canvas.

1!

Jon McDaniel: This is sickening, Brian...

2!

Brian Rentfro: Forget Starr! Stone! GET UP! YOU CAN WIN THIS!

3!

4!

5!

6!

Stone stirs to life, and rolls away from Kalis.

7!

8!

Stone pulls himself up, and is now standing in the ring.

9!

Lucious Starr: We'll see you soon, Aaron Simon Kalis. This war? Has only just begun.

10!

The ADCTron goes black, and the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Stone falls to his knees, exhausted as Dwayne Cross hands him both the PWA Intercontinental and BWF United States titles.

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, and still BWF United States Champion and NEEWWWWWWW PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.... "THE COMMON ENEMY" MATT STONE!!!!!

Stone begins to celebrate as Kalis remains down and out, staring blankly at the arena ceiling. Emily Corlen comes running down to the ring and even though she's still beat up from her match earlier, slides into the ring to check on Simon Kalis. Stone smirks, throwing both titles onto his shoulders and sliding out of the ring. Emily helps Simon sit up, and Simon stares blankly at Matt Stone who salutes him with a grin.

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone has done it, folks. That was an incredibly creative finish for the PWA's "Common Enemy".

Brian Rentfro: Hell yeah! STOOOOONE! STOOOOONE! STOOOONE!

Em helps Kalis as Spectre comes running down to the ring as well. Em helps lift Simon into a firemans carry by Spectre, and Spectre carries Simon Kalis off with Emily Corlen.

Jon McDaniel: But Stone's victory may've ended one big battle... But Starr has just started a war, in his words, with Simon. Still. A big congratulations to Matt Stone, you'd just think he could take a moment to not be a dick about it?

Brian Rentfro: Hello no. This is Matt Stone, after all.

Opulence, I Has It


Once again, Lean Bean is backstage, still outside President Robinson's office. He is looking haggard and tired. His tie is undone, his suit jacket is gone and his sleeves rolled up. Which is odd considering it has been less than an hour since the last time we saw him.

Lean Bean Miller: Ok, I can't wait anymore. I've been trying the door, but it has been locked all night. But I've got to get to the bottom of this tournament business.

Lean Bean runs out of his hiding spot and crouches right next to the door. The cameraman crouches too so he can frame Lean Bean in the shot.

Lean Bean Miller: Ok, the next time someone comes out, we're going in. I've already seen Ash Nukem, Johnny Maverick, and Scottie Snow leave. But earlier I saw Radio Rich go in, so when he leaves we'll make our move.

Almost on cue, the door opens. Lean Bean and the cameraman stand up as someone in blue overalls walks out. He's taller than Lean Bean, so his face isn't in the shot as he leaves and Lean Bean and the cameraman run into the office.

The office is decked out. On one wall is a massive 70 inch LCD. The office has several leather home theater chairs in it. Another wall is taken up by a massive buffet laid out with chicken, steak, assorted steamed vegetables, shrimp, and lobster. Next to that is a refridgerator with a glass door filled mostly with Yoohoo, but also other beverages. And next to that is a sundae bar. On the third wall, a sushi bar has been set up, complete with a sushi chef. In the middle of the room, close to the TV, is a table with an XBox 360. Right in front of that are two more leather home theater chairs with built in speakers and cup holders. Sitting in the room are various PWA personalities like Bud Adams, Project X, and Mack Moran. Sitting in the two chairs in the middle of the room are Radio Rich and Mr Hardcore. The camera is still sweeping the room when President Robinson storms up.

President Robinson: Lean Bean, what the hell do you think you're doing?

Lean Bean Miller: You can't silence the press, Rob!

President Robinson: What the hell are you talking about?

Lean Bean Miller: Your secret tournament! I found out about it and now I'm here to get the scoop of the century!

President Robinson: The scoop of a century? Have you lost it, Miller?

Lean Bean Miller: Mr Hardcore told me all about it.

President Robinson: Yeah, I'm thinking he probably didn't.

Lean Bean Miller: Then you'd be wrong, boss. He told me about the tournament, how it has all the top stars and it starts tonight! He also said he was in the first match. And since I know he hasn't wrestled yet, I can deduce that it hasn't started. Also, Tony Danza told me he won this tournament in 1999, but I checked the record books and couldn't find any mention of it!

President Robinson: Nope, you're dead wrong, pal. Hardcore was in the first match and right now he's in the semi-finals. And Danza did win in '99, but you won't find it in the record books. At least, not the official ones.

Lean Bean and the camera glance over at Mr Hardcore, who is busy playing a football video game with Radio Rich.

Lean Bean Miller: But he's just playing that game.

President Robinson: That game? That game? That game, Mr Miller, just happens to be Tecmo Bowl!

Lean Bean Miller: That's a weird way to harm up. And if he's in the semi-finals, why haven't the matches been televised?

President Robinson: Because they're not wrestling matches, moron. This is the annual PWA Tecmo Stupendous Bowl.

Lean Bean Miller: Don't you mean "Super"...

President Robinson: No, I most certainly don't. I mean "Stupendous Bowl" because it isn't trademarked.

Lean Bean Miller: Wait, so all this...

Lean Bean waves his hand around the room to show off the spread.

Lean Bean Miller: Is for a video game tournament?

President Robinson: Well, its kind of a big deal.

Lean Bean Miller: And Tony Danza came all this way just for this?

President Robinson: Lean Bean, I just said it was kind of a big deal. Besides, what else has Danza got going on? And even if he did have something, this isn't the kind of thing you blow off. All the big names come back for this tournament. Plus, the PWA paid for his plane ticket.

Lean Bean Miller: Wait, we're in financial trouble but we still paid for a plane ticket for Tony Danza to play video games with you?

President Robinson: First, the rumors of financial troubles are horrible, horrible lies. Second, Yes, we did. Third, he isn't just playing with me, he also played against Ash Nukem. Besides, its all deductable since he's part of the show.

Lean Bean Miller: But he hasn't been on the show!

President Robinson: Sure he was. You interviewed him, right?

Lean Bean Miller: But you didn't know about that until just a few minutes ago?

President Robinson: Didn't I, Lean Bean? Didn't I?

Lean Bean Miller: Umm, no, I don't think you did.

Suddenly a roar goes up from the crowd in the room as Radio Rich manages to beat Mr Hardcore to advance to the finals.

President Robinson: Ok, time to go Lean Bean. The finals are starting in a few minutes.

Lean Bean Miller: Can I watch?

President Robinson: Nope.

Lean Bean and the cameraman are hurried out the door as people rush around Radio Rich.

What Friends Are For


We fade backstage where Emily Corlen, Jeremy Gold and Simon Kalis seem to be leaving the arena in a rush.

Simon Kalis: When I find Lucious, I am going to kill him.

Kalis is rushing, both Emily and him still sporting their fresh wounds from earlier tonight.

Emily Corlen: This isn't the way to do it, Simon.

Jeremy Gold: Man I can't handle this kind of stress! God!

Gold is rummaging through his "man purse" as they all turn the hall, Gold chucks his man purse to Emily.

Jeremy Gold: Hold onto that for me, Emily! I'm shaking!

Emily Corlen catches it and then drops it to the ground.

Emily Corlen: I'm no one's bitch, Gold.

As the man purse drops, the three run into the very police that escorted Simon Kalis during his entrance.

Jeremy Gold: Oh shit!

The bags contents spill out, including a few bags of a white powder.

Officer: Mam, is that your purse?

Emily looks around at Gold and Simon, unsure of what to say. Kalis quickly steps forward, raising his arms.

Simon Kalis: Come on, officer. Obviously that stuff is mine.

Emily Corlen: Simon!

The officer looks at his partner and shrugs, as they instruct Kalis to turn around.

Jeremy Gold: Dude!

Kalis nods as he's cuffed by one officer, as the other picks up the man purse and the drugs.

Officer: When we searched you for weapons, you were smart to hide your drugs in your friends purse here.

Simon Kalis: That's right, I was smart to hide the drugs in that purse.

Emily Corlen: God damn it. Aren't you gonna say something, Jeremy?

Jeremy Gold: I'll call his lawyer?

Simon Kalis: Don't worry, it's probably for the best for Starr.

The officers search Simon and pull out a concealed weapon, guess what kind of weapon it is?

Officer: Oh this doesn't look good.

They begin dragging Simon away and Corlen and Gold go to follow.

Simon Kalis: Don't worry about me. Just get my kid back.

Emily Corlen: Don't worry Simon! I'll call Johnny right now!

Simon Kalis: What's Maverick gonna do?

They drag Kalis off, and now Gold and Corlen sigh as they look at each other.

Emily Corlen: You're a real idiot, you know that?

Jeremy Gold: I know, now I've gotta call my guy again.

Corlen scoffs, infuriated by Gold as we fade...

Matthew Engel (c) vs Jethro Hayes

'I Quit' Rules
World Title Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the main event. Tonight’s match, as voted by the fans, will be an ‘I QUIT!’ Match for the Undisputed Heavyweight Championship of the World!! Introducing first, the challenger…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The chorus hits up again...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: He is the reigning PWA Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

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

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

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

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

DING DING DING!

Engel and Hayes circle each other in the ring. Engel lashes out first and nails Hayes with a right hook. Engel bullrushes Hayes into the ropes, but Hayes locks on with a headlock. Engel shoves Hayes across the ring into the ropes, and Hayes comes back with a shoulder tackle, taking down Engel. Hayes goes into the ropes and comes down with a big elbow drop. Hayes lands a few stomps on Engel and then gets him to his feet. Hayes grabs Engel by the head and slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. Engel staggers back, and Hayes tries for a clothesline, but Engel ducks. Hayes turns around and gets met with a painful kick to the face from Engel. Hayes staggers back and then Engel takes him down to the mat with a dropkick. Engel springboards off the middle rope and connects with a moonsault.

Hayes charges at Engel, but Engel slides away and grabs Hayes' ankle, tripping him up. Engel quickly drops an elbow on Hayes' neck. He does it again, and then goes off the second rope and connects with a guillotine legdrop. Engel stomps Hayes in the chest and backs up for a moment. Hayes begins to move, and Engel hits Hayes with another stomp and a stare. The stare hurts more.

Brian Rentfro: Engel not letting Hayes have ANY breathing room, just like he said Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Hayes isn't going to give in with stomps and stares, Brian!

Hayes gets back to his feet. He cracks his neck, and nods. Hayes and Engel lock up, but Hayes is quick to land an elbow to Engel's side. Hayes follows it up with some hard knees to the stomach and hits a neckbreaker on Engel. Hayes flies into the ropes and comes back with a body splash.

Engel is to his feet. Hayes checks him with a quick right, and follows it up with a jaw-breaking left hook. Engel stumbles back and Hayes tries for a running lariat, but Engel ducks underneath him. Hayes turns around towards Engel and Engel comes at him with a side kick, but Hayes catches Engel's foot. Engel tries for the enziguri, but Hayes dodges. Engel crashes to the mat and Hayes is right on him for another assault. He unchambers lefts and rights, and then gets Engel to his feet. Hayes takes him down with a quick hip toss, but Engel is to his feet. Hayes spears him into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: That's gotta hurt! Engel looks in a lot of pain.

Hayes runs to the opposite corner. He raises his right arm for the crowd and the crowd gives him a good pop. He charges towards Engel and tries for an elbow smash.

And misses.

Hayes connects with the turnbuckle as Engel dodges at the last second. Engel wraps Hayes up at the neck and head from behind and drops him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Engel gets to his feet and starts violently kicking Hayes. Engel goes into the ropes and comes back with a high-elevation knee drop across Hayes' forehead. Hayes grabs his head in pain and Engel shouts at him. Engel gets Hayes to his feet and shoves him into the turnbuckle. Engel springboards off the middle rope, twisting in midair and extends his left leg toward Jethro. Engel catches Hayes in the jaw with his foot and Hayes falls to the mat.

Hayes to his feet. Engel starts to give him some lip, but there's too much of it as Hayes takes him down with a haymaker. Hayes grabs Engel's arm and rushes toward the turnbuckle. Hayes hits a tornado cross arm breaker on Engel. Still holding on to Engel's arm, he rings him up and attempts to kick Engel in the back of the head. Engel telegraphs it and ducks, grabbing his leg and taking him down to the mat. Engel is up and Hayes gets to his feet. Engel kicks Hayes low and uses Hayes leverage to nail him with a single-arm DDT.

Hayes is a bit groggy now as he gets to his feet. Engel wraps his arms around Hayes' head and then plants his own head under Hayes' jaw. Engel quickly drops to his knees, hitting a huge jaw-breaker on Hayes. He doesn't go for a cover, but flies into the ropes. He connects with High Voltage on top of Hayes. Hayes cringes and begins to gasp for air. Engel is up to his feet. He lands a few stomps, and gets Hayes up to his feet. Engel drags him over to the corner, accidentally giving Hayes enough time to catch his breath. Hayes slams his elbow into Engel's stomach and then hooks up Engel with a front facelock. He puts Engel's arm over his head and then cradles Engel's left leg. He hits Engel with a big-time fisherman's suplex

Engel starts coughing and gasping for air himself. Hayes hits a soccer kick on him, and gets him to his feet. Hayes sends him into the ropes and telegraphs a clothesline. He connects this time and sends Engel to the canvas. Hayes climbs to the top rope. He gets a cheap pop from the crowd. He flies off and connects with a legdrop over Engel's throat.

However Engel is up to his feet as Hayes grins. Hayes lashes out, but Engel dodges it and wraps Hayes up in a hammerlock. Engel dishes out some brutal forearm shots to Hayes's back and neck and then kicks out the back of his knee. Hayes is down to one knee and Engel steps back and unleashes a really hard kick into Hayes' neck. Hayes falls to the mat and Engel is on the attack. He hits Hayes with multiple forearm shots and punches. He gets Hayes up to his feet and lands a huge ace cutter. Engel stomps away at Hayes, and then brings Hayes up to his feet. Engel whips Hayes into the ropes and connects with a perfectly timed dropkick!

Brian Rentfro: Engel is up to the top rope now… are you ready for this Jon!?

Jon McDaniel: Engel leaps off!!

Engel connects with the Euthanasia, crushing Jethro! Engel bounces up to his feet, and requests a microphone. A microphone is tossed to him by the staff. Engel shoves the microphone in Jethro’s face, yelling at him to give up.

Jethro Hayes: NO THANKS!

Engel grins and smacks Jethro in the head with the microphone. Engel goes up to the top rope once more, his back to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Not again!

Brian Rentfro: Do it Matt! Make history!

Engel leaps off with the Euthanasia, but lands on Jethro’s knees! Engel is holding his chest and stomach in pain, and Jethro manages to get up to his feet with the help from the ropes. Jethro gives Engel another kick to the ribs, and then another. He brings Engel up to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Hayes picks Engel up on the return for a powerslam, but drives Engel’s back into both of his knees! Jethro doesn’t quit as he gives Engel a stomp the chest again, and then brings him back up to his feet. Hayes delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Engel and then goes into the ropes. Hayes comes down with a splash on Engel crushing those ribs again. Hayes is up to his feet and puts Engel in the Combine Seat!

Jon McDaniel: The Combine Seat! He’s gotta make Engel say it!

Brian Rentfro: Never, Jon!

Engel is in a lot of pain as Hayes brings the sharpshooter back even harder. The referee has got the microphone up to Engel’s face, and Engel is shaking his head no. Hayes yells at the referee, the mic picks up the audio.

Jethro Hayes: ASK HIM! NOW!

The referee obliges. What do you say, Engel?

Matthew Engel: FUCK YOU!

Engel says with anger and pain…he’s trying to get out of the submission move Jethro has him in, but Jethro has got it locked in hard. However, Engel snatches the microphone out of the ref’s hand and uses the blunt end of it to smash Jethro’s right knee! Engel keeps pulverizing Hayes with that microphone and Hayes is trying to fight the pain so he can keep Engel in the position he is in.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus, Engel is beating Hayes badly in the knee with that microphone…he could do some serious damage!

Brian Rentfro: Then Hayes should let go and realize Engel won’t give up!

Engel is slowly fading and hitting Hayes less and less. Finally, Engel…passes out from the pain.

Jon McDaniel: Oh man. That’s not good.

Brian Rentfro: Crap! Get off him, Hayes! You can’t make him say it when he’s unconscious!

Hayes realizes what’s going on, and releases the hold. Hayes brings deadweight Engel up to his feet and presses him against the ropes, slapping his face to try to wake him.

Jon McDaniel: What..uh..what happens if Engel doesn’t wake up?

Brian Rentfro: Then the time limit expires and it’s a draw?

Jon McDaniel: I suppose. We should have been a little more organized here, especially with how far these two are willing to go.

But Engel wakes up after being slapped a fifth time and in a fit of confusion and rage, he slams his foot right into the groin area of Jethro Hayes, who falls to the mat with a blue face. Engel stumbles back and lays against the turnbuckles, not sure what the fuck just happened. Hayes tries to get up to his feet, shaking off the kick to the balls he just got. Hayes tries for the Plow in the corner, but Engel dodges at the last second and Hayes connects with the ringpost. Engel slips out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from underneath the ring. Hayes peels himself out of the corner as Engel gets back in the ring. Engel nails Hayes in the back with the steel chair, but that only seemed to anger him. Hayes turns around with his eyes wide in a fury and gives Engel a kick to the gut. Hayes hits The Planter on Engel, nearly sending him through the ring! Hayes falls to a knee from the momentum and impact. Engel looks damn near dead – that was the Planter to end all Planters.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jethro slam anyone that hard.

Brian Rentfro: Me either, Jon.

Jethro grabs the steel chair and slams it into Engel’s bad right knee. Engel screams out in pain, and Hayes requests another microphone. He shoves it into Engel’s face, asking him once more to give up.

Jethro Hayes: Just say it, Matt. Don’t make me end your career.

Engel shakes his head.

Matthew Engel: Do it! You fucking hick!

Hayes shakes his head and slams the chair into Matt’s bad knee two more times. He asks Matt again.

Jethro Hayes: Well?!

Engel shakes his head, biting his bottom lip trying to hold in the pain, but it’s damn near unbearable. Engel is rolling around the ring, and even trying to get up with the help from the ropes. Jethro slams the chair into his knee once more and Engel topples, his screams echoing throughout the arena. Jethro slams the chair again and again!

Jon McDaniel: Okay, wow. This is getting bad, Brian. Why the hell doesn’t Engel give up?

Brian Rentfro: Because he can’t! He wants to win this more than anything!

Engel finally rolls out of the ring, falling the floor. Jethro chases him, climbing out of the ring to the outside. Engel takes his good leg and kicks Jethro in the gut a few times, and then literally uppercuts Jethro with a toe kick. Engel buys some time to crawl up to his feet, now having a bit of a limp due to Jethro’s attack on his bad knee. Engel ducks under a running lariat attempt from Jethro and manages to roundhouse Jethro right in the jaw with his good leg. Engel falls to a knee though, and then uses the steel steps to get back up to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable Brian. Engel took a hellacious beating to his bad knee, and he’s still fighting back.

Brian Rentfro: The stakes can’t get any higher than this, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Wow, really?

Brian Rentfro: Come on, I couldn’t go the whole time without saying it!

Engel picks the steel steps up and throws them at Hayes, hitting Hayes right in the head! Hayes falls to the ground and his face is busted wide open! The crowd is going crazy, cheers for these two PWA legends split down the middle.

Crowd: VI-RUS! VI-RUS!

Crowd: JETH-RO HAYES! JETH-RO HAYES!

Engel delivers a few stomps with his good leg to Hayes’ face. He manages to bring Hayes up to his feet, still favoring his right knee. He slams Hayes into the ringpost and Hayes’ cut is spread open even more. Engel goes to throw a haymaker but Hayes blocks it and headbutts Engel! Jethro kicks Engel low in the gut, and then delivers a pump-handle slam to Engel on TOP OF THE BARRICADE!

Brian Rentfro: GOOD GOD! Engel’s spine’s gotta be snapped in half!

Jon McDaniel: Jesus. How the hell are these two going to be partners after this match?

Brian Rentfro: It’s not personal, Jon. It’s about the glory! The title! Being the top man in the company. Nobody wants it more than these two!

Engel fell to the crowd side of the barricade, holding his back in terrible pain. Hayes climbs over the barricade and begins to stomp and throw punches into Engel. He brings Engel up to his feet and GERMAN SUPLEXES ENGEL BACK OVER THE BARRICADE AND INTO THE BLOODIED STEEL STEPS! Engel’s head bounces off the steel steps and he lies there, nearly motionless. He’s screaming in pain, and Hayes climbs back over the barricade, blood gushing down his face. He signals for the referee, who has managed to keep hold of a microphone. He demands he shoves it in Engel’s face.

Jethro Hayes: GIVE UP MATT!

The crowd is cheering for their champion.

Matthew Engel: Nev…never. NEVER YOU FUCKER!

Engel slams his right fist into Jethro’s jaw and Jethro stumbles back. Engel tries to crawl up to his feet, and Jethro attempts to punt Engel in the head but Engel rolls out of the way just in time. Engel gets to his feet and we can see the blood coming out of the back of his head. Engel gives Jethro an uppercut and knee to the ribs combo, then clotheslines him to the floor! Engel is amped up now and the crowd is getting behind him.

Jon McDaniel: No one is in their seat – this is it, folks. This is about as good as it gets, two men who are willing to die to be the World Champion.

Brian Rentfro: I hope it’s that damn redneck!

Jon McDaniel: I hope it’s neither, I was just expressing how far they’ve been willing to go.

Engel reaches for something underneath a ring…it’s a baseball bat! He has an idea immediately and jumps on top of Hayes who is still on the ground. Engel is shoving the baseball bat into Hayes’ throat, demanding he give up! The referee gets down with the microphone, asking Jethro if he wants to say it. Jethro keeps shaking his head as the crowd is damn near deafening. Engel presses the bat into Hayes’ throat even harder, we can catch Engel’s audio on the mic.

Matthew Engel: YOU KNOW I’LL DO IT! JUST GIVE UP! THE TITLE IS MINE!

Hayes shakes his head again, but his face is beginning to turn blue.

Brian Rentfro: Why doesn’t that big idiot just give up?!

Jon McDaniel: The same reasons why Engel never will. Why did these fans think this was a good idea?!

Hayes starts to come back to life, and manages to overpower one side of the baseball bat on Engel. Hayes’ strength is obviously greater than Engel’s, and he manages to smack the barrel of the bat against the side of Engel’s head! Engel rolls off of Hayes, dazed from the hit. Hayes goes to hit a homerun on Engel, but Engel gives Hayes a kick to the knee Engel was beating on before. Hayes nearly topples over, falling to a knee; Engel kicks Hayes right in the face, but Hayes refuses to go down. Engel knocks the bat out of Hayes’ right hand and jumps at his throat.

Brian Rentfo: Engel’s got that arm trap triangle choke locked in on Hayes!

Jon McDaniel: That’s the same move he beat Katie James with.

Brian Rentfro: It’s the same move he won the World Title in March with!

Engel and Hayes go to the floor as Hayes tries to fight back, but Engel has got the hold locked in tight. Hayes is struggling to breathe, but the pain is worse than the suffocation right now. All the brutality he has endured and Hayes feels helpless. He doesn’t know if he can hold out. The referee brings the mic up to his mouth.

Matthew Engel: Just…just fucking say it, man. You’ve made your point.

Hayes shakes his head, trying to muscle out of the hold, but Engel has got it locked in extremely well and Hayes barely has the strength to move. He knows it’s time.

Jethro Hayes: I’m…sorry…

Hayes looks up and can see some of the crowd near him. He closes his eyes, nearly facing paralysis and a career-threatening injury. For the sake of his well-being and fans, he decides it’s time.

Jethro Hayes: I…quit…

DING DING DING!

Engel lets go of the hold immediately as the bell sounds. Hayes is nearly passed out, struggling to breathe.

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match… STILL your PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion… MATTHEW “VIRUS” ENGEL!!!!

Engel rises to his feet, the crowd is going apeshit crazy. The referee hands Engel his World Champion. Engel’s back, chest, and some of his face are covered in blood. Jethro Hayes from face to stomach is covered in blood.

Jon McDaniel: These two men went to the depths of hell, and only one came out the winner.

Brian Rentfro: And it was Matthew Engel, Jon. Don’t forget that.

Jon McDaniel: I won’t, neither will anyone else. This was a historic match…and I just hope these two can still represent the PWA as community tag team champions after this brutal, devastating match up.

EMTs come down to the ring, immediately going towards Jethro because the EMTs have a bad history with Engel. Engel begins to limp away, however, as the EMTs put Jethro on a stretcher. Engel is limping up the rampway, covered in blood and sweat. He turns around as Jethro is being worked on before they wheel him away. He doesn’t look like a man who has made history for himself and kept his championship; he looks regretful and full of despair.

Jon McDaniel: Engel doesn’t seem too pleased, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: It’s hard to imagine Engel has grown a sense of fondness towards Jethro in their loose tag team partnership. He’s grotesque, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: But no one has pushed Engel so far and for so long inside the ring, Brian. No one.

Announcements, I Makes Them


As if on cue (because it was), "Sabotage" starts to play. Matthew Engel stops on the ramp, his title belt on his right shoulder, and waits for what he knows is coming. And so as not to disappoint the World champion, President Robinson steps out onto the entrance ramp.

President Robinson: Matt, great job. You beat up Forest Gump. I hope you're proud.

Engel just glares at Robinson.

President Robinson: Hey, just kidding there, pal-o-mino. The thing is, I came out to give you a little surprise!

Engel clenches his fists, ready for the shoe to drop.

President Robinson: See, I've already picked out your next challenger. PWA fans that are smarter than Jethro might remember me saying that I was scouting out some talent. Well, I've found some. A man good enough to beat the legendary Phoenix, no less!

Engel motions for Robinson to hurry it up.

President Robinson: Yeah, I know, you just fought a tough battle and want to go rest. But this will totally be worth it. Honest. What I'm getting at is, your opponent at Summer Sizzler for the PWA World Heavyweight title? Its gonna be none other than Mr. Matt Stone.

The arena roars at this, though whether in outrage or delight, we're not sure. Probably a bit of both.

President Robinson: Now, don't go worrying about him being the Intercontinental champion. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Engel cocks his head and yells at Robinson.

Matthew Engel: Is that it?

President Robinson: Yes, that's all. For you, anyway.

Engel heads back up the ramp and goes past Robinson, shoulder blocking him on the way.

President Robinson: Like I said, that was all for Matthew. Jethro, if you're awake, I don't want you to feel left out down there.

In the ring, Jethro barely raises his head on the stretcher, much to the chagrin of the EMTs.

President Robinson: See, I've picked out your next opponent, too. Not only is he another part of my "New Talent" initiative, he actually won this year's Tecmo Stupendous Bowl trophy. Actually, now that I think about it, "new talent" doesn't seem appropriate. Let's call it the "Hall of Fame" initiative.

The lights go out in the arena, once again pissing off the EMTs. Some porno sounding funk starts to play as the PWA-Tron lights up with the words

"WELCOME TO PARADISE"


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The "R" shrinks away and is replaced with a "NZ" to display

"WELCOME TO PANZADISE"


The crowd erupts into cheers and thousands of flash bulbs go off in the stands as a very tall man with long, brown hair comes out and stands next to Robinson, towering over him. They shake hands and are all smiles.

President Robinson: So, Dise, you've been out of the ring for awhile. I bet you can't wait to get back in action.

Panzadise: Absolutely, and there's no time like the present.

Dise heads to the ring, grabs the top rope to pull himself onto the apron, then steps over the top rope. The EMTs in the ring try to stand between him and Jethro Hayes, but he just walks right through them. Dise picks Hayes up off the gurney and drops him on the ground on his stomach. Dise raises a fist in the air as the cheers turn to boos, then reaches down and grabs Jethro around the waist. He lifts the big redneck up and Panzadise Bombs him onto the gurney, which collapses with the impact. Dise stands in the ring in the middle of the carnage, raises his hand again and we fade to black.