World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Hunter Sullivan vs Nightmare

Both men came out prepared to stake their claim as the much better wrestler. After locking up Nightmare gained the advantage with his skill and ring experience . Hunter came charging back with a barrage of fists and elbow strikes to gain the advantage of the veteran Nightmare. Hunter went for his finisher, but Nightmare countered the move and turned it into the Requiem for the Fallen and got the pin.


The cameras pan on the locker room of former World Champion Matthew "Virus" Engel. Inside we find Matt down to his ring attire, tilted back in a steel chair, his feet up on a table, watching wrestling footage from London's Burning. His infamous match with Strader plays on the TV, and there's a knock at the door.

He pauses it.

Matthew Engel: "It's open."

Jamie Flynn enters the room, dressed in pants, shirt, and blazer. He sports the trademark Aviators. Matt stands up and they shake hands.

Jamie Flynn: "What's up?"

Matthew Engel: "Oh, nothing much. Just catching some highlights. How about you?"

Flynn shrugs.

Jamie Flynn: "You know me. Just kicking back."

Matt nods. He takes a seat back in the steel chair. Flynn sits down near him. Matt looks over.

Matthew Engel: "He wanted it more than me. I was fighting without a purpose."

Flynn shakes his head with a smile.

Jamie Flynn: "I suppose it's easy to say that now. Of course he wanted it more.. He won. But did you really have an epiphany about your sense of self just because of one match?"

Matthew Engel: "No, I had two weeks of lying in a hospital bed to do that."

Matt pauses a moment, his face with minor scars still from London's Burning.

Matthew Engel: "When I was with the MoA, I felt like Ridel gave me a purpose. He gave me something worth fighting for, no matter how inane or outdated it was. If there's one thing that man is great at, it's motivation, and he gave me a purpose. I would have put everything on the line for the Masters and our ideas, but now? I realize how trivial that really was. Glory isn't enough these days, it seems like."

Jamie Flynn: "Maybe not. Or, maybe those ideas weren't out-dated. Maybe they were just being weighed down by a name."

Matt looks up again.

Matthew Engel: "What do you mean?"

Flynn gives an indecisive look.

Jamie Flynn: "Just that it's a lot easier to start something new than it is to try and make someone else's vision your own."

Matthew Engel: "Ridel had a different vision than what I could remember from the Masters, and that is why I was so intrigued. He didn't want us to preach mayhem and violence, he wanted us to preach greatness and dominance. He wanted us to take the federation by storm, and beat down anybody that got in our way. It was never about destroying lives, it was about skyrocketing careers -- our careers, and going down as some of the best ever. I was swept off my feet with these ideas, but you're right. The name held us down, because people held us to a different standard that we never intended on meeting.

But we couldn't get control. We never had control. We didn't have the right people, and I felt like I was doing all the work. But, if something like this were to come about again, with good people behind these ideas that were willing to sacrifice everything to achieve our goals.. it could work. It could most definitely work."

Flynn nods with a smile.

Jamie Flynn: "You may be on to something."

Flynn gets up and moves to leave the room.

Matthew Engel: "Jamie - you know I owe you. And I don't mean to get crazy with ideas, but if something like that were to surface under a new name that had reliable people, would you fight for it?"

He doesn't turn around, but turns his head over his shoulder.

Jamie Flynn: "Take a federation by storm? ..I guess we'll see, won't we?"

Matthew Engel: "Where are you off to?"

Jamie Flynn: "Got to get ready for my 'match', of course."

Matthew Engel: "Ah.. well, good luck. Get a few shots in for me."

Flynn smirks as he exits the room.

Jamie Flynn: "You know it."

Chamelion vs Jacob Figgins

Chamelion, using his deviousness, gained the advantage and control of the match early. Chamelion backed Jacob into the corner and delivered a multitude of knife edge chops to the stunned Grizzly Beer champion. Jacob stumbled out of the corner and Chamelion went for the Sweet Sound of Success early in the match, but Jacob fell before the move could be completed. Jacob was able then to bring Chamelion down with a pull of his foot that remained on the canvas. Jacob went to mount Chamelion, but the Devious One flipped him on over. Jacob charged at the rising Chamelion and Chamelion went for an armbar takedown that Jacob turned into an armbar of his own. Action like this went back and forth for ten minutes with each competitor throwing much offense and doing much defense to protect themselves. Catching Chamelion off the ropes, Jacob hit a spinebuster to Chamelion and he layed on the mat dazed. Jacob went to the top rope with his Mjolnir and got the three count.

Jamie Flynn vs SNS

During the World Champion's entrance, Flynn comes up from behind and attacks. Strader fights back, but Flynn gets the best of him as the two men brawl backstage, resulting in a no contest.

Matthew Engel vs Viktor Stone

#1 Contendership Match

Jon McDaniel: What a main event in store for you here tonight, a match for the #1 contendership to the World Heavyweight title.

Brian Rentfro: With everyone wanting a shot, SNS is going to be a busy man. Jamie wants a shot, Stone, Engel, and who knows by the Pay Per View even Scotty Snow may be in the mix.

Jon McDaniel: Only if you want the batch to go sour.

Brian Rentfro: Point well taken, but under Robinson's tutelege, that once locker room joke has turned into quite a mid card star.

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and is for the #1 contender status to the PWA World Heavyweight Title.

"Nutshell" by Alice in Chains takes over the sound system. The smooth and undeniable guitar of Jerry Cantrell takes over your mind and body. His riffs
are simple to begin the song, but they speak volumes. The crowd is a little confused.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even...

The vocals of none other than Layne Staley kick in. His voice is unique, his tone is melancholy, but his message is pure.

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home

Eric Emerson: ...and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds...

Matthew Engel appears from backstage on the ramp way, the PWA World Title thrown over his right shoulder. Cantrell's guitar becomes amplified, as the song
sinks deeper. Matthew Engel is wearing a dark green tuxedo, as usual. He has a black silk shirt, black tie, and black Oakley's. Silver and Green Pyros
shoot off as he makes his way down to the ring. He is alone.

Eric Emerson: Your PWA World Champion..."THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead

Matthew Engel is completely focused on the ring. He ignores the fans as he enters through the ropes. Cantrell's guitar takes it to high gear as the song
comes near its end. Engel takes off his jacket, tie, and shirt to reveal a white beater underneath. He hands off the World Title to the referee. He begins
to stretch in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Engel looks focused here tonight Brian.

Brian Rentfro: John, wouldn't you be too?

Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the
entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled
up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the rampway as Red lights flicker throuhout the arena.
On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed
body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

The ref reaches over the rope and calls for the bell.

John Jon McDaniel: Here we go.

Viktor Stone grabs a hold of the top rope and gives it a tug. Matthew Engel begins to circle in and around. Viktor Stone and Matthew Engel dive forward and lock arms.
Viktor Stone pushes Matthew Engel back into the ropes. As he steps backward he sends Matthew Engel flying across the ring with an Irish whip. As Matthew Engel comes off the ropes, Viktor Stone scoops his arm between Matthew Engel's legs and slams him hard into the canvass. Quickly following up Viktor drops a huge elbow across the neck of
Matthew Engel.

John Jon McDaniel: Stone is a beast, Matthew Engel is coming off that brutal cage match and probably still feeling that match.

Brian Rentfro: You follow the obvious so well don’t you.

Viktor Stone rolls off of Matthew Engel and then kneels above Matthew Engel's face. Stone then begins to drive left and right shots to the temples of Matthew Engel. Matthew Engel instantly
sends his hands up as shields to protect him from the assault. Viktor Stone ceases to continue as he gets to his feet. He reaches down and pulls Matthew Engel
up to his feet. Matthew Engel finds himself being booted in the gut, Viktor Stone then hooks Matthew Engel's arms and jumps up nailing Matthew Engel with a side slam.
Matthew Engel's face ricocheted off the canvass and Viktor Stone goes for a quick cover.


His hand slaps the canvass.


....and again.


Matthew Engel shoots his arm and shoulder upward after taking advantage of a two and a half second rest. Viktor Stone grabs Matthew Engel and hoists him to his feet.
Matthew Engel instinctively sends two or three shots to Viktor Stone stomach. Viktor Stone staggers back and Matthew Engel jumps to his feet attempting to make a comeback.
Matthew Engel runs backward into the ropes and uses them to propel himself forward, flying in connecting with a massive spinning back elbow. Viktor Stone just
staggers for a moment as Matthew Engel cannot believe Stone is still standing. Matthew Engel bounces off the ropes again and this time dives forward with a series of vicious
elbows, forearms and fists that connect ferociously with several parts of Stone’ body and face. Matthew Engel wraps his leg in between Viktor Stone’ and then falls
back onto the canvass, locking in a figure four leg lock.

Brian Rentfro: A submission attempt from Engel.

Viktor Stone doesn't make a sound but instead tries to sit up and swing at Matthew Engel. Matthew Engel leans back and tightens the hold with a huge smile on his face.
Again Viktor Stone leans forward through the pain and swipes at Matthew Engel but is still a good three feet away from connecting to Matthew Engel's face. The ref
moves into position and asks Viktor Stone if he wishes to continue. Viktor just shakes his head yes as he falls back onto the canvass.


Viktor Stone realises that his shoulders are planted firmly on the canvass and shoots upward breaking the count. Matthew Engel still smiling knows he nearly had
a close fall on his opponent. Viktor Stone has red in his eyes as he begins to use his upper body strength and weight advantage to pull himself and Matthew Engel
towards the closest set of ropes.

John Jon McDaniel: Look at the strength of Viktor Stone .

Brian Rentfro: Indeed. But you have to wonder how much more he can take from someone like Matthew Engel.

Viktor Stone manages to find the ropes and the refcalls for Matthew Engel to break the hold, Matthew Engel does so, cleanly. Viktor Stone reaches into
the second rope and uses it for leverage as he attempts to gain his vertical base once again. Matthew Engel has already gotten to his feet and is waiting for Stone
to turn around. As Viktor slowly turns around Matthew Engel lunges in pump kicking and nailing Viktor Stone in the jaw with a roundhouse kick! Matthew Engel falls onto the canvas motionless.
He hooks the leg. The ref who is once again in excellent position begins the count immediately.


His hand slaps the canvass and Matthew Engel smiles.


Viktor Stone pushes Matthew Engel violently away from his body and through the second and third rope to the outside. Matthew Engel continues to roll until his body collides with the security rail. Viktor Stone shakes his head and then proceeds to sit upright. A sick demented look crosses his face as he turns his head to see
Matthew Engel on the outside. Viktor Stone tucks down and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. The ref reaches over the top rope and begins
a ten count. Viktor Stone stalks Matthew Engel and pulls him up by the neck. Viktor Stone then grasps Matthew Engel's wrist and proceeds to whip Matthew Engel towards the stairs.
Matthew Engel stops quickly and uses the momentum to reverse and send Viktor Stone smashing hard into the steel steps. Grabbing Viktor Stone , he rolls his opponent
into the ring and follows right behind. Hooking a leg, Matthew Engel goes for a pin and The refslides into position.


He slaps the mat and double checks the shoulders.


Checking again as he slaps the mat a second time, the referee raises his arm into the air a third time.


NO! Viktor Stone gets his shoulder up at the last second. Matthew Engel rolls off of Viktor Stone, the battle beginning to take its toll on both combatants. The ref begins to check on the two downed men. Matthew Engel is the first to his feet. Matthew Engel looks down at a fallen, beaten Viktor Stone. He reaches down instinctively
grabbing a hand full of hair. He overpoweringly lifts Viktor Stone to his feet. Matthew Engel steps back and lunges forward with an almighty blow, Stone staggers
back and Matthew Engel unloads again. After the onslaught of fists, Matthew Engel grabs Viktor Stone by the arm and whips him violently into the ropes. As Viktor Stone
returns Matthew Engel springs forward looking to decapitate Viktor Stone with a massive clothesline, instead Viktor Stone ducks under Matthew Engels attempt. As Matthew Engel whirls
around Viktor meets Matthew Engel with a huge boot to the midsection, immediately Matthew Engel keels over, spitting on the canvass. Viktor Stone steps forward and in
beautiful rhythm drops Matthew Engel squarely onto his skull with an Evenflow DDT. Matthew Engel crumbles like a ton of bricks and Viktor Stone stands back admiring his
work. After a few moments of Viktor Stone just watching Matthew Engel struggle on the ground, Viktor picks Matthew Engel up and tosses him out of the ring.

John Jon McDaniel: Now the action is picking up.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t think it’s a good idea for Stone to take this outside of the ring.

Matthew Engel is sent diving through the second rope and crashing into the hard barricade between the fans and ringside. Matthew Engel slowly uses the barricade as a rest
stop and help to get him to his feet. by this time Viktor Stone is already stalking his prey, anticipating his next move. Viktor Stone quickly shoots
towards Matthew Engel, Matthew Engel sees Viktor Stone charging in and reaches into the crowd, he grabs a chair from the audience and smashes it into Stone’ face. Stone
instinctively brings his hands to his face trying to cover up and check for blood. Matthew Engel reaches down and grabs camera cables. In a moment he's seen strangling
the life out of Viktor with the cords, Viktor Stone swings his arms violently, trying to get free. Viktor Stone' face begins to turn a pale shade of
purple and Matthew Engel has a huge grin planted on his face. However, the grin soon fades as Viktor Stone connects with a series of elbows, the last one lifts
Matthew Engel right onto the barricade and setting himself free. Matthew Engel appears to be dazed and Viktor Stone takes advantage of the situation. He rushes over to
The timekeeper and shoves him off his chair. He folds it up and springs forward toward Matthew Engel.

Brian Rentfro: Don’t do it, you’ll get DQed!


Stone lunges at Matthew Engel with the chair but Matthew Engel sidesteps and connects with an elbow that sends the chair right back into Viktor’s face. Blood begins
to pour down Stone’s nose onto the mats outside the ring. Matthew Engel grabs Stone and rolls him into the ring, following right behind him. Matthew Engel waits, stalking
Stone as Stone is about to get up to his feet. Then without any warning Matthew Engel thrusts forward and nails the Sons of Plunder

John Jon McDaniel: Sons of Plunder! It’s over now for Stone.

Brian Rentfro: For once we agree.

The refslides into position next to Stone and makes the count.



Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and the #1 contender… Matthew Engel!

"Nutshell" by Alice in Chains begins to play as Matthew's hand is raised high up into the air and Friday Night Rampage goes off the air.