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


06-12-2011


School's Out For... THE SUMMER!


Matthew Engel: Arguably the biggest match of the year is on the horizon.

The scene is backstage where we find our PWA World Champion talking shop with some random stage crew member. He's got his headphones sitting on his shoulders as he tries to get through the food line while listening to Engel. You can't just ignore Engel, he will literally stomp you out.

Matthew Engel: There's no coincidence I'm apart of it. Hell, I've been apart of the last three Matches of the Year.

Stage Dude: Did you win any of them?

The guy grabs some mashed potatoes to go with his hamburger.

Matthew Engel: I did. The Prison Riot match at Sizzler last year. Remember that shit? It was brutal.

Stage Dude: Yeah it was pretty awesome. I don't think I was working here but I was watching it --

Matthew Engel: Anyway, there isn't a doubt in my mind that I'm up againt some tough competition at Sizzler. Is it my toughest match ever? Statistically, no, but I am going to treat it as such. That's how I've got to stay focused.

Stage Dude: Cause if you treat each match as your toughest, then you will fight your hardest every time?

Matthew Engel: What's your name again?

Stage Dude: Ricky.

Matthew Engel: Well, Ricky, shut the fuck up for a second alright?

Ricky's eyes widen as a piece of hamburger falls from his lip and onto his plate.

Matthew Engel: I fight my hardest every time. The moment I slow down is the moment my opponents will take advantage of me. I can't have that. I have to be a step ahead of both of them the whole match. They don't know what I know. They don't know what a mistake could cost them in a match like this.

Ricky: Can I go eat now?

Matthew Engel: Yeah, please do.

Engel knocks the plate out of Ricky's hand, who cowardly lowers his head in shame.

Matthew Engel: Those mashed potatoes do look delicious, but I can't load up on the carbs right now.

Engel turns toward the camera.

Matthew Engel: Just listen folks. Two Matt's don't make a right. I'm going to shatter the dreams of one Hall of Famer and one superstar. I'm going to shatter McNasty's record. I'm going to stay undefeated at Sizzler. And, well, just like Ricky here, there isn't anything you can do about it. At Summer Sizzler: No Cure, I --

Ricky looks up from cleaning his food and interrupts Engel.

Ricky: "No Cure?'

Matthew Engel: Yes, you fucking idiot. No Cure. Didn't you hear Robinson announce that as the subtitle for this year's Sizzler? It makes perfect sense. Stone thinks he's the Cure, Emily's eating habits have caused her to be a diabetic, and the viral infection I've bestowed upon the World Heavyweight Championship scene is incurable. Thus, No Cure. Now, Ricky.

Engel kicks Ricky in the face and he goes flat on his back.

Matthew Engel: Stay.

Engel turns back to the camera.

Matthew Engel: You try to have a civilized conversation with someone who's clearly beneath you and they have the audacity to question your every intention. And you all wonder why I'm such a terrible guy. Point is - Emily and Stone will have front row tickets to witness history. At my event, dubbed in reference to my dominance, I will walk in and out as your World Champion.

Engel gives the camera a smirk and then walks away, leaving Ricky and his food a mess. What a jerk. Cut back to ringside.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's so boss.

Jon McDaniel: He just kicked a guy for no reason.

Brian Rentfro: He was being rude, Jon. People should know by now not to set Engel off. He's a bonafide badass.

Jon McDaniel: With a hell of a lot on his plate come Sizzler, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: He'll make history, Jon. That's the only thing that matters.

A Bullet With Your Name On It


We fade backstage as Lucious Starr enters his locker room. As the door opens, bullets pour out from inside the locker room. Starr steps back, cautiously. There's no one inside of his locker room, except for hundreds upon hundreds of shell casings littering the locker room floor. Starr picks a handful up off the floor, and sees each of them have his name written into them. His locker room is empty, completely and utterly except for a small coffee table at the far end opposite the door.
Starr steps back, cautiously. There's no one inside of his locker room, except for hundreds upon hundreds of shell casings littering the locker room floor. Starr picks a handful up off the floor, and sees each of them have his name written into them.
Lucious Starr: Fucking Simon Kalis.

Starr enters his locker room, and there is a message spray painted across his wall.

"IT'S SUICIDE FUCKIN' WITH ME"

Starr walks over to the coffee table underneath the message, and picks up a pill.

Jon McDaniel: Is that a cyanide pill?!

The camera shows all of the shell casings that cover the locker room floor. Every single shell casing has Starr's name on them. Starr drops the cyanide pill to the ground and his duffle bag to the floor, shaking his head.

Brian Rentfro: There's certain lines you don't cross, and messing with a man's family is one of them.

Jon McDaniel: For once, we agree Brian.

The camera shows Starr wipe his hair back with both his hands and nod as we fade...

Short and Sweet. And Hot and Sour.


The camera appears to open a door and it reveals Ryan Ross standing next to Hot and Sour Bobby Louwer.

Bobby Louwer: This is a huge day for Hot and Sour Inc. Today we add yet another member to our ranks, The Last Reigning Global Champion and future World Champion Ryan Ross. Not only did we add a member. But Tonight Hot and Sour steps closer to exacting sweet revenge on those two tools Might and Magic. Tonight Dragon, and Moke, we will destroy our foes with the might of a Titan. Ha, ha, ha, ha, And the roughen Blake Witcroft will prove why he’s the best fighter this side of the Atlantic. Enjoy the show Might and Magic because you’re next!.

Eli Storm vs Vicious Vic Wagner

Singles Match


Vic and Eli stand in opposite corners of the ring. The two men meet in the center of the ring and lock up. Vic takes control with a head lock. Eli pushes Vic against the ropes and sends him for the ride. Vic shots back and Eli leaps over turning and hitting the frankenstiener. Vic rolls to his stomach and Eli charges and hits a drop kick to the head. Vic rolls to the outside. Eli mounts the turn buckle and jumps. Vic catches his high flying foe and drops him on the out side hard. Eli gets picked up by Vic and tossed into the ring. Vic stands on the apron and enters the ring actively charging and stomping the downed Eli. Vic lifts up Eli and drops him hard on his back with a german suplex. Vic picks up eli and delivers another german suplex for the one two three.

Winner: Vicious Vic Wagner

That's Coming Out Of Your Paycheck...


[The scene opens backstage where some commotion can be heard coming from Matt Stone’s locker room. While it seems likely that Stone wanted some privacy, the door has been left open just a crack, allowing the cameraman to peer inside and see “The Cure” speaking with none other than Panzadise.]

Panzadise: “So do we have ourselves a deal?”

Stone: “Oh, I’ll be there. But I don’t owe you shit. I’m only doing this because I want to.”

Panzadise: “Whatever, bro. I’ll see you around...”

[The two shake hands. Dise then opens the locker room door to head out, but he notices the cameraman. He shoves the cameraman to the ground and goes on his way. The cameraman dropped the camera, but we can still see a side angle shot of Matt Stone in his locker room from the camera lying on the ground. Stone notices the camera and walks over towards it.]

Stone: “It really is true. If I’m not talking, no one’s listening.”

[Matt Stone stomps on the camera causing the screen to go to static...]

Hot & Sour vs Joshua Danielson & Triad

Tag Team Match


The two masked men start off for their teams. They do a lot of flippy stuff back and forth, with Triad initially gaining the upper hand. But not for long, as he goes to the flippy well once too often and Titan clotheslines him to the mat. Hot & Sour spend the rest of the match keeping Triad cut off from his corner. Danielson tries to get tagged in, but doesn't have much luck. After showcasing some of their double team moves, they hit the Swing Out for the win.

Winners: Hot & Sour

Pyromaniac


We fade to the parking lot as the camera crew runs outside to film what's going on. The camera crew comes to a stop as we see a vehicle burning up in flames, sirens of the fire trucks in the distance.

Security Guard: Back up! Back up! The Fire department is on the way!

The camera zooms in on the license place of the car, it reads: "STARR1".

Jon McDaniel: That's Lucious Starr's car?!

Brian Rentfro: On fire, Jon. Guess who's calling card that is.

Jon McDaniel: You don't need to tell me.

The camera turns and we see a man dressed in an black hooded sweatshirt and sweat pants, leaning against a black BMW X5 smoking a cigarette. He flicks the cigarette and begins walking towards the camera crew and that's when we notice a small box in his other hand. He keeps his head lowered and shoves his way past them.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus christ.

As the man walks by, the back of his hoody is emblazened with the words "ORDER OF CHAOS" and a flaming skull. He stops at the parking lot entrance to the arena, and pulls back his hoody and we notice a black bandana covering his head. He turns around, his white eye patch contrasting his dark clothing and skin.

Brian Rentfro: It's Simon. How many times is this guy going to end up out of the PWA and then back in the PWA this year?

Jon McDaniel: I don't think he's back with the PWA, Brian. I just think he's here for Lucious Starr. He has this crazy look in his eye.

Brian Rentfro: He's quiet...

Kalis doesn't say a word as he stares back into the camera lens, before he turns forward again and enters the arena through the parking lot.

Lucious Starr vs Marxx

Singles Match


Lucious Starr and Marxx stand toe to toe in the center of the ring. Marxx makes the first move with a stiff shot to the face. Lucious quickly retaliates with a punch of his own. Marxx touches his face and shoots Lucious a quick smile. Marxx goes for a collar and elbow tie up. The two men lock up and move slowly in the ring. Marxx pushes Lucious into the corner. The Ref calls for the break which Marxx gives but Lucious spins his foe into the corner and strikes him down with a short spurt of blows. Marxx hits the Mat clutching his face as the ref pulls Lucious off him. Marxx slowly gets off the mat and Lucious charges him. Marxx ducks down and lifts Lucious off the ground with a big back body drop. Marxx turns around a drops his leg over his foes neck. Marxx gets up and slaps on a camel clutch. Lucious slams his feet against the canvas. The ref goes down to ask Lucious but he says no. Lucious starts to work towards his feet and lifts Marxx off the ground and slams him back first on the canvas. Marxx releases the hold and grabs at his aching back. Lucious lifts his foe off the mat and onto his shoulders for the Hell’s Wrath. Lucious picks up the three count.

Winner: Lucious Starr

The Eyes of Eternity


Marxx and Starr are back on their feet, and both men eye each other a moment until gun shots ring out over the speakers and "Ether(OoC Remix)" by Nas hits.

("Fuck Lucy Starr")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't tryna fuck with me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Lucy Starr")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga

Marxx rolls out of the ring and makes his exit, Starr remains in the ring.

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "Thug Life" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

A golden arch of pyros begins over the entrance and the fans rise to their feet.

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Engel, Kalis and Stone
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Kal be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '0-1
I am the truest, name a wrestler that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all letters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Order of Chaos fame, kept my name in his promos
Check it

Simon Kalis steps out amidst the pyros, and remains standing in the arch of pyros.

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, you hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Lucy Starr and Joshua Danielson wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a goat, and his soldiers, I can handle
First, I'm ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than me
Dick sucking lips, how bout i give you to the count of 3

The pyros end and Simon holds a small box in his left hand, as he stands saluting Order of Chaos style towards Starr who remains in the ring.

Nigga you deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make promos to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '09 you was getting chased out the buildings
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Order chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No free titles, world or tag, no saving face
Just gothic makeup, hanging with little Joshua
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Little Danny, Little Pun or just your only friend?
Oh, I get it, you Simon and he's Masa!

Starr shakes his head as Simon slowly walks up the steel steps. Starr looks around, all of the fans stand silent and give him the Order of Chaos' fascist salute.

Brian Rentfro: That's creepy.

Jon McDaniel: If you turned the music off, you could hear a pin drop.

Kalis enters the ring and stares at Starr quietly. Starr says a few words, inaudible to our cameras as the song dies down. Starr grabs a microphone, and Simon stands still, holding the small box in his hand.

Lucious Starr: Is this supposed to be the great return, Aaron? You call up Nas to do a remix insulting me and Danielson? Did you both spend time in the same jail once, Aaron?

Starr laughs and looks around the crowd, but they remain silent as well. Standing, and saluting.

Lucious Starr: You set fire to my car as well? Come on now, you know if you play with fire you're going to get burned Simon.

Kalis continues to stare, not even blinking his one good eye.

Lucious Starr: What? You suddenly don't like talking, Aaron? Is this really even you? Or is it one of your body doubles, since you like to think of yourself as some sort of great general dictator? Answer me, boy.

Simon moves his right hand, and lifts his white eye patch up to show the caved in skin over his empty left eye socket.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think I can ever remember a time when Simon was quiet like this, and just... So cold.

Brian Rentfro: No, Jon... I know.

Kalis steps forward, and Starr seems ready to fight him. The crowd breaks their silence and begins cheering, hoping to see them fight. Kalis simply extends his left hand, the small box a gift.

Lucious Starr: You really are mental, aren't you?

Starr grabs the box and Simon steps back, folding his hands in front of himself. Starr tucks the microphone under his armpit and opens the box. He pulls out a picture and his eyes widen as he drops it. He looks inside past the note and gasps, dropping the box.

Jon McDaniel: What's in the box?!

Brian Rentfro: I don't know but there's blood on the back of that picture, Jon.

Kalis nods in Starr's direction and then exits the ring, as quietly as he came.

Lucious Starr: No, no! You come back here right FUCKING now, Aaron! What the hell is this? Your heart?! Is this some kind of sick fucking joke?!

Starr looks down at the box, his face expressing some sort of horror of what's inside. Kalis makes his way up the entrance ramp, and never looks back.

Lucious Starr: I will destroy you, Aaron! I will! I'll do what NO ONE has EVER been able to do, in eleven fucking years! I will END you!

Kalis disappears backstage, Starr looks back down at the small box horrified, the cameras zoom in on the picture that was in the box. It's a picture of Winnipeg, Lucious Starr's fiancee as we fade to commercial.

Emily Corlen vs Panzadise

Singles Match


The two superstars circle each other for a while until Panzadise rushes in, but Emily Corlen ducks under Dise and catches him with a dropkick to his back. Dise staggers around the ring a bit, allowing Corlen to follow in with a running bulldog that sends him smashing into the mat.

With Dise lying on the mat, Corlen jumps on Dise’s back and executes a chin lock, but Dise stands up with Corlen still on his back and rams her into the turnbuckle smashing her body. Dise picks her off the mat and delivers a neckbreaker. He then stands waiting for her to get up, and attempts the Panzonic Kick, but Corlen ducks under and nails Dise with the BOOM! Headshot! Corlen covers, but Dise kicks out at that last second.

Suddenly, Matt Stone begins to make his way out to the ring. Stone leaps up on the ring apron and starts arguing with Corlen. Corlen runs over and knocks him off the ring apron with a kick, but she turns around and gets surprised by a Panzadise Bomb! Dise covers, 1...2...3!

Winner: Panzadise

After the match, Dise shakes hands with Matt Stone and heads backstage. Stone is left in the ring with Corlen. He lifts her off the mat, and attempts the C-c-c-combo Breaker, but she grabs him around the neck with both hands and lifts him up for the Seventh Heaven. Stone squirms his way out of Corlen’s grasp, and quickly rolls out of the ring. He holds his Intercontinental Title up and taunts Corlen as he heads backstage, while Corlen is left in the ring yelling for Stone to get back out here.

Matt Stone vs Trent Sunderland

Singles Match


The two men face off across the ring from each other. Sunderland is cautious, Stone is cocky. And why not, he's got a guaranteed World title shot coming up. They start off old school, with a collar and elbow tie up. Sunderland pushes Stone back into a corner. Some chops to the chest later and Stone isn't looking amused. Sunderland is meticulous in his attack, working on Stone's legs. Being a Canuck, Sunderland goes for the legally required Sharpshooter, but Stone pulls out a classic counter, the Greco Roman poke to the eyes.

Stone gets to his feet and presses the attack. A series of suplexes, then some chops, and a back body drop, just to be a dick. Stone comes off the ropes and jumps up, landing on Sunderland's head with a knee drop. Before long, Stone has Sunderland at his mercy, and he reverts to showing off a bit. Why? Because he's Matt Stone, that's why. Didn't I already mention he's a got a title shot no matter how this match turns out? Get off his back, already!

This is a good plan, as the crowd gets riled up. The angrier they get, the more Stone seems to enjoy it. He tosses Sunderland into a turnbuckle, then pulls his right hand back and actually winds it up like Popeye. Out of desperation, Sunderland launches himself forward, stopping the Popeye punch before it can land. Sunderland lands on top of Stone and rains down lefts and rights. The crowd is hugely behind him for some reason. Backstage, President Robinson makes a note to implement some sort of Pro-Canadian screening system to prevent this from happening in the future. For the purposes of this match, Ottawa isn't actually part of Canada. Or it is, just no one is quite sure where it is.

Sunderland is energized by the love of the crowd and climbs up top. He waits for Stone to get to his feet, then comes off with a lovely cross body block. Or it would have been lovely if Stone hadn't jumped up to meet him on the way down and hit him with the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker!

Winner: Matt Stone

Jethro Speaks. With a Funny Accent.


We cut back from a commercial break, President Rob Robinson in the ring with a plush chair on either side of him ready to handle this sit down interview himself. Rob adjusts his clip-on microphone and speaks.

Robinson: "Jethro Hayes."

"Time for a lil' Southern Justice"

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

Robinson: "Cut the PWAtron, no need to show that same old video again, a waste besides it being boring."

~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.~

~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.

~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~
~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!~

Robinson: Finally...

Robinson looks around, not really acknowledging Jethro at all.

Robinson: Now introducing, one of the best Hall of Famers ever to step foot in a PWA ring, Panzadise!

A distorted voice is heard skipping over the loud speaker...

###New-new-new-new-new-new New Age Panzies!###

The NAP theme music begins to play as Panzadise makes his way onto to the entrance ramp.

###The biggest, the biggest, the biggest panzy in professional wrestling today!###

Dise grins as he makes his way down the aisle taunting the fans. He walks up onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope.

"From Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at 275 pounds. He's a Four-Time PWA World Champion ... The leader of the New Age Panzies ... PAAAANNNZZZZ-ZZAAAHHH-DIIIIISSSSSE!"

He stands in the center of the ring, points to his NAP T-Shirt, and then throws the NAP sign into the air as red pyro rains down into the ring.

Robinson: "Panzadise."

Robinson shakes the hand of Panzadise firmly before both sit down in their chairs.

Robinson: "Oh yeah, and Jethro Hayes."

Jethro and Panzadise stare daggers at the other, neither willing to give a single inch. Robinson clears his throat.

Robinson: “Panzadise, you have made it clear that you want to return the Pioneer Wrestling Association back to its glory days. And I’ll be honest, my bank account is desperately missing those glory days as well. Why don’t you tell Mr. Hayes, and all these people here tonight, how you’re going to bring the PWA back to the top?”

Dise: “It’s pretty simple, Rob, the PWA is a better place when the New Age Panzies are around. People have always, and will always, pay to see what Panzadise and the NAP are going to do next. Now don’t get me wrong, people aren’t always going to agree with the way we go about things, but that hasn’t stopped the massive ratings boost and spike in merchandise sales since we returned to the ring. The wrestlers nowadays, like big Jethro here, they could never hang with those who made the PWA what it is today. Jethro Hayes is an embarrassment to the PWA. The Masked Lard passed Jethro the torch, and instead of running with it, Jethro instead decided to use that torch to cook a cheeseburger.”



Robinson seems to forget Jethro again, but he finally turns to give Jethro a question.

Robinson: "Do you wish to retort?"

Jethro takes the microphone from Robinson, staring at Panzadise with loathing as he does so.

Jethro: "Just like his beloved Nintendo is outdated, so is Panzadise. Sure the Nintendo and Panzadise have had their time in glory, but its time to realize that you need to pack up that old time and put it up in the attic. Take it out once in a while if you want for nostalgia reasons, but just like its way past Nintendo's time and there are newer and better systems... the same goes for Panzadise. There are newer, better, and more elite wrestlers today. You want to say that I'm fat and eat bbq before each match, you want to say that I took a torch and cooked a cheeseburger... fact is Panzadise, this is three hundred and fifteen pounds of hardworking muscle, built up on the farm, and come Summer Sizzler... you'll feel every single ounce of it. You'll feel the muscles in my hand squeeze your throat until your last ounce of air is expelled from your lungs and you look up into my eyes and realize that you should have stayed retired."

Jethro hands the mic back to Robinson.

Robinson: “Now Dise, last week at Rampage, Jethro got his revenge and locked you in the Combine Seat for what seemed like eternity. What did that feel like?”

Dise: “What the hell do you think it felt like? I had a 315-pound man sitting on my back trying to snap my spine. With that said, anyone can attack a man when he’s not expecting it. Hell, I proved that at High Stakes when I Panzadise Bombed Jethro through a gurney. The real question is what will Jethro do at Summer Sizzler when he is eye to eye with the biggest pansy in professional wrestling? He’s not going to have anywhere to run...well, not that he is physically able to run anyway, but you get my point. And it’s not just Panzadise that Jethro is going to have to worry about. No, no, no. It could be Tony Danza behind his back with a Nintendo...it could be anything. You can’t rule out anything when you get into the ring with the New Age Panzies.”

Robinson turns to Jethro, handing him the microphone reluctantly.

Jethro: "You want to know how it felt to lock him in the Combine Seat? It felt damn good to be able to sit back and relax. Then he had to go and get Tony to try and even up the odds a bit in his favor, too bad that you'll need someone bigger and badder than yourself to handle me Dise. I'm not some actor on "Who's The Boss?", I'm someone who has trained, lifted weights, and earned my position in the Hall of Fame here."

Jethro tosses the mic back towards Robinson, never once taking his eyes off Panzadise.

Robinson: “So Dise...you’ve held the PWA World Championship on four occasions. You’re a former Intercontinental Champion. You were one of the first wrestlers to be inducted into the PWA Hall of Fame. You have beaten some of the biggest names in the history of this company. So I ask you, now that you’re back in the ring once again, seven years removed, what would it mean for you to beat Jethro Hayes at Summer Sizzler?”

[Panzadise takes a deep breath and almost looks emotional as he brings the microphone to his mouth...]

Dise: “Absolutely nothing. Come on, Rob, you know beating Jethro Hayes is not going to make an appearance on my resume. Getting into the ring with Jethro at a pay-per-view is a step backwards for my career. I should be in the main event wrestling for the world title...everyone in this arena knows that. But I promised you, and everyone else, that I was going to bring the PWA back to its glory days. And after Summer Sizzler, the NAP will be one step closer to reaching that goal.”


Jethro reaches out, taking the mic from Rob as he brings it up to his mouth to speak.

Jethro: "Who gives a damn if he's held the PWA World Title four times, who cares if he's a former PWA Intercontinental Champion, has he ever been the youngest PWA Grand Slam Champion?"

Jethro shakes his head.

Jethro: "No, because he couldn't pull that feat off, but I did!"

Jethro thumbs himself in the chest while glaring at Panzadise.

Jethro: "Are you an AOWF Tag Team Champion?"

Jethro shakes his head.

Jethro: "No you are not. Is the NAP that good that they can take these belts from Second 2 None? No. They. Ain't."

Jethro leans forward, doing his best to get right into Dise's face.

Jethro: "You left for seven years Panzadise, seven long years. Do you honestly think you've broken the rust off your joints enough to step back into the ring with someone of my caliber? Do you honestly think you've got what it takes to step up your game enough to put me down for the count? Injured back or not Panzy, you don't have enough talent inside your body to do more than piss me off with a sneak attack. I've sat here and listened to you talk about how it would mean nothing for you to beat me because this is a step down for you, you should be fighting in the Main Event for the World title."

Jethro laughs.

Jethro: "Want to know what it would mean for me to beat you at Summer Sizzler?"

He continues the glare, Panzadise returning the same.

Jethro: "Nothing more than putting that vintage toy back on the shelf in the attic. You swagger into High Stakes thinking you are something important, want to know how many times I've heard people mention Panzadise's name or the NAP in general?"

Jethro shakes his head.

Jethro: "Not a single time until you return. Want to know how often I hear my own name coming from people's mouths in their promos?"

Jethro just looks as the crowd has grown silent with attention.

Jethro: "Nearly every single week. You've been gone, I've been here. Your time has passed old man, just go back in the attic where you belong and leave wrestling to people who haven't been gone for seven years."

Robinson reaches out for the microphone.

Robinson: "Jethro, let me ask you the single question that I could be bothered writing down for you."

Jethro pays him no attention.

Robinson: "How does it feel to be going up against someone who is taller than you?"

Jethro smirks, taking the mic from Rob.

Jethro: "Bigger trees have fell in the forest, this one will be no different. I've overcome bigger odds when I won my first World Title in the Elimination Chamber match, this Panzy won't be any different."

Robinson reaches out for the mic, but Jethro holds it instead.

Jethro: "You want to say that you never know what the NAP will do to get you the advantage, obviously because you can't do it alone, well I propose this then big man. Summer Sizzler will be hot, on fire even, and seeing as you need help. How about lets take out another PWA Vintage match and have us a..."

Robinson reaches out snatching the mic from Jethro, looking up at him with "don't make my announcement."

Robinson: “You know what, guys, I think I have an idea. I’m going to guarantee that this match becomes resume-worthy for the both of you. Panzadise. Jethro Hayes. For the first time in your careers, at Summer Sizzler, you two will wrestle in a Londons Burning match!”


Jethro just continues his icey stare as Panzadise looks eager for the match stipulation.

The Last Pioneer?


We fade backstage and return to the parking lot, where we see a troubled and silent Simon Kalis making his way slowly towards his black BMW X5. Kalis stops to light a cigarette, and...

Emily Corlen: So that's it? You come all the way here, and don't even come by to say hello?

Kalis pauses, exhaling the smoke from his cig. He turns to face Corlen.

Emily Corlen: So? You happy just trading bullshit over twitter?

Kalis shows no emotion, doing a great Raizzor impression before opening the door to his truck. Corlen steps forward and grabs the door before he can close it.

Emily Corlen: What the hell is your problem?

Simon reaches next to him, and brings up a thick book. He flips it to a page he has book marked, pulls a pen from the glove compartment and circles something. He tears the page out and hands it to Corlen. She recites...

Emily Corlen: Matthew 18:9- And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.

Simon rips his eye patch off and hands it to her before closing the door to his truck.

Emily Corlen: Simon...

He cracks a grin, and nods to her- finally showing some emotion. He motions a title belt, and points to Corlen before starting the car and immediately peeling out of the parking lot.

Emily Corlen: Thanks...

Corlen looks down at the torn page from the Holy Bible in her hand, with Simon's eye patch and then looks back up as he disappears from site as we fade...

Matthew Engel vs Ash Nukem

Singles Match
Non-Title


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following main event match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission!

The Crazy Fog cover of the Beverly Hills Cop theme kicks up on the sound system as the crowd gets on their feet in applause.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 175 pounds…

Ash Nukem steps out from behind the curtain, revved up and ready to go. He has the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship around his waist as he walks down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is the current PWA Grizzly Beer Champion… ASH… NUKEM!!!

Nukem slides into the ring and spins around, holding his title in the air as the crowd eats it up.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, 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. 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 their 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 current Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World... 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!

Engel and Nukem circle each other in the ring, Engel taking it slow and trying to calculate Nukem's moves. Nukem and Engel lock up but Nukem goes right for a shot to Engel's injured ribs. Nukem delivers back to back right punches and then knee uppercuts Engel. Engel stumbles back and Nukem delivers a nice dropkick, sending Engel over the top rope. Engel holds on though and crashes on the apron. He manages to get to his feet as Nukem walks over to him. Nukem tries to wrap Engel up but Engel shoulder thrusts Nukem in the gut. Nukem doubles over and Engel executes a sunset flip over the top rope and rolls up Nukem for a pin.

1...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Nice sunset flip from Engel, but Nukem wasn't caught off guard too much.

Brian Rentfro: I would be if I had Dahlia as my girlfriend.

Jon McDaniel: Meh. She’s alright.

Nukem and Engel are to their feet. Nukem rushes forward and manages to hit Engel in the head with a forearm. Nukem repeats the attacks and then kicks Engel in the gut. Nukem takes Engel down with a snap suplex. Nukem goes against the ropes and comes back, nailing Engel with a kneedrop to the forehead. Nukem gets up and repeatedly stomps Engel in his head and ribs. Nukem proceeds to talk a little trash to Engel, who has no response.

Brian Rentfro: You're talking trash to a dangerous man, Nukem.

Jon McDaniel: I think he's well aware of that.

Ash Nukem: COME ON ENGEL!

Nukem slaps Engel in the back of the head a little as a motivational tool, and then gets him up to his feet. Nukem tries for a vertical suplex but Engel slips out of it and lands behind Nukem. Engel wraps Nukem up from behind with a full nelson and slams him back-first on the mat! Engel stomps on Nukem and returns the favor, then goes into the ropes. Engel comes back and hits Nukem with a double kneedrop in the stomach. Nukem is clutching at his midsection and Engel gets to his feet. Engel stalks Nukem, waiting for him to get to his feet. Nukem gets up, a little dazed and Engel rushes. Nukem comes to and counters with an arm drag, sending Engel to the other side of the ring. Engel gets to his feet and rushes again, but Nukem nails the arm drag once more. Engel gets up to his feet, a little flustered. He gives Nukem a golf clap.

Brian Rentfro: Ha! That didn't even affect Engel. He was just testing him.

Jon McDaniel: And Nukem passed, but don't think Engel isn't hurting. He's still in pain from last Sunday.

Nukem and Engel circle each other in the ring. Nukem goes for the collar and elbow, but Engel denies and instead nails Nukem with a kick to the gut. Engel sends Nukem into the ropes and Nukem bounces back with a diving forearm and catches Engel. Engel stumbles back and Nukem gives Engel a deadly kick to the ribs. Engel falls to a knee and Nukem lines up with a right hook and connects viciously. Nukem mounts Engel and begins to pummel him as fast as he can. Engel puts him his arms in defense and blocks most of the blows but Nukem gets a few shots in. Nukem gets up and drags Engel up to his feet. Nukem shoves Engel into a nearby corner and rushes in, spearing Engel in the corner. Nukem puts Engel on the top turnbuckle and then climbs to the middle. Nukem grabs Engel by the hair and nails him a few times with right hands. Nukem locks Engel up in a front facelock and then takes Engel down to the ring with a superplex!

Brian Rentfro: Damn that's gotta hurt!

Jon McDaniel: What a superplex from Ash Nukem. And just think, the damage from that move is magnified because of Engel's injuries from last week. How the hell did he get cleared to wrestle tonight anyway?

Brian Rentfro: Because he's a badass, Jon.

Engel is clutching at his back as Nukem gets to his feet. Nukem gives Engel a nasty curbstomp, which puts Engel on his stomach and holding his face. Engel tries to get up to his feet, but Nukem gives Engel a kick to the ribs. Engel tries to get back up again with help from the ropes and Nukem backs off for a moment. Engel looks over at Nukem, and Engel has blood coming out of his mouth. Nukem gives a devious smile and runs at Engel. Engel bends over and lifts Nukem up and over the top rope. Nukem crashes to the outside as the fans around that area go crazy.

Jon McDaniel: Desperation counter from Engel. And is he bleeding internally?

Brian Rentfro: Desperate or not, it was awesome! And no, Jon. You're seeing things.. I-uh.. no he's not.

Engel gets up to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle. Nukem is getting up to a knee, as Engel is set on the top turnbuckle, holding like a gargoyle statue. Nukem is finally to his feet and Engel leaps off, nailing Nukem right on the forehead with a double ax handle! Nukem topples to the ground like a sack of potatoes and Engel rolls off to the side. Engel gets Nukem up to his feet and slams him shoulder first into the barricade. The crowd is going crazy around them. Referee Lance Weston finally starts the count.

Weston: 1!

Jon McDaniel: About time. It seems Lance was just going to let them go at it!

Brian Rentfro: And why not? This is the main event Jon! A battle of who is the best PWA champion! We don't need no stinkin' count outs!

Weston: 2!

Engel gives Nukem a roundhouse kick to the face which lays Nukem over the barricade. Engel gives the crowd a battle cry and then slams Nukem face-first onto the top of the barricade!

Weston: 3!

Jon McDaniel: They need to get back in the ring Brian.

Brian Rentfro: You afraid it's gonna be like last weekend or something?

Jon McDaniel: Yes!

Weston: 4!

Engel puts Nukem's head between his thighs, signaling for a powerbomb on the steel rampway.

Weston: 5!

Jon McDaniel: Don't do it Engel!

Brian Rentfro: Too late!

Weston: 6!

Engel lifts Nukem up onto his shoulders and just as Engel is about to finish the job, Nukem begins to pummel Engel with lefts and rights. Engel staggers back a bit, and Nukem counters with a hurricanrana!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa! What a counter by Nukem!

Brian Rentfro: Damn it!

Weston: 7!

Nukem hears Weston's count and races back to the ring. He slides in. Engel is up to his knees, dazed from the counter move by Nukem.

Weston: 8!

Engel finally shakes it off and heads toward the ring, sliding in as well. The count is over, but Nukem meets Engel with angry stomps and punches. Nukem gets Engel up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Nukem takes Engel down with a spinebuster and goes for a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Nearly a three. That's the first pin attempt we've had since Engel's sunset flip at the beginning.

Brian Rentfro: This is more than just a match, Jon. This is more about a quick win; it's about dominating and seeing who is the best PWA champion!

Jon McDaniel: Then Matt Stone should be fighting in this match too.

Brian Rentfro: Well Stone will be fighting the winner of this match at Sizzler, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Pretty bold statement there Brian considering Nukem’s got Engel on the run right now.

Nukem gets Engel up to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle as hard as he can. Engel hits hard on his back and falls to the mat. Nukem gets Engel back up to his feet and backs out of the corner a bit.

Jon McDaniel: Nukem tries for the Sensory Overload!

Brian Rentfro: No! Engel shoves him away and Nukem lands on his back. Nukem gets back up and Engel nearly beheads him with a thunderous clothesline!

Jon McDaniel: Good play call there, Brian.

Engel rests against the ropes for a moment, but then walks over to Nukem. He grabs ahold of Nukem's legs and then gives Nukem a nasty stomp right in his stomach!

Brian Rentfro: Ouch!

Engel gets Nukem up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Nukem comes back and Engel wraps his arm around Nukem's neck and then locks in a Million Dollar Dream choke!

Jon McDaniel: Engel's got that chokehold of his locked in the middle of the ring! Nukem might be done!

Brian Rentfro: That's definitely locked in good, Jon. Nukem isn't going anywhere.

Nukem is feeling the effects of the chokehold as Engel tries to keep it as tight as he can. Ref Lance Weston continues to ask if Nukem wants to give up, but Nukem repeatedly says no. Nukem eventually falls to a knee as his face begins to turn red.

Jon McDaniel: He can't last too long in that chokehold, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I know that.

Nukem is on his knees, trying to fight back. He tries to reach for something, anything, but he's too far away from the ropes. Nukem uses his weight and strength to move closer to the ropes and is able to do so, but he's still too far away. Nukem almost falls on his face, but crutches himself with his arms. Engel tries to keep the hold locked in, but it's getting very uncomfortable and inconvenient for him. Nukem continues to crawl and move toward the rope and he's almost there.

Jon McDaniel: Wow, he's almost got it Brian.

Brian Rentfro: No shot!

Nukem reaches closer and closer, the fans cheering him on intensely. Nukem finally reaches out again and grabs the bottom rope! He's got it!

Jon McDaniel: Nukem's broke the hold!

Brian Rentfro: But Engel hasn't!

Weston: 1! 2! 3! 4!

Engel finally breaks the hold right before Weston says 5. Weston warns Engel, but Engel just ignores himself. Nukem is coughing and gasping for air, trying to regain himself, but Engel gives him a kick to the head. Engel gets Nukem up to his feet and nails him with a chop to the chest.

Crowd: WHOO!

Engel whips Nukem to the other side of the ropes. Engel sprints and follows Nukem, nailing Nukem with a jumping knee to the forehead as Nukem bounces back off the ropes. Nukem falls through the top and middle rope and crashes on the apron. Nukem tries to get back up and Engel grabs him by the head. Engel walks towards the turnbuckle and tries to smash Nukem's head on it, but Nukem holds and elbows Engel in the throat. Engel gasps and Nukem slams Engel head-first into the turnbuckle! Nukem springboards off the turnbuckle and nails Engel with a missile dropkick! Engel falls to the mat and Nukem crawls over and makes a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Another close fall there!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Engel! Stop messing around!

Engel tries to get up to his feet but Nukem drops an elbow right on the back of Engel's neck. Nukem grabs Engel by the chin and punches him. Engel falls on his back and Nukem proceeds to kick him wildly. Engel tries to block the kicks, and eventually grabs ahold of Nukem's right ankle. Engel punches Nukem right in the inner side of his knee and then uses the distraction to get to his feet, still holding Nukem's leg. Nukem tries for the enziguri, but Engel ducks, letting go of Nukem's leg in the process. Nukem lands on his stomach and Engel is on one knee. Engel leaps up and tries to crash down on Nukem with a knee, but Nukem rolls out of the way. Nukem gets to his feet and runs at Engel, but Engel counters with his own arm drag. Nukem gets up to his feet and Engel tries for a butterfly kick, but Nukem dodges it. Nukem catches Engel with a spinning backfist and then drops him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker.

Jon McDaniel: Some good back and forth action here, Brian. How long can these guys go?

Brian Rentfro: As long as it takes. But, even Engel's got to be running out of gas soon in his condition.

Nukem gets up to his feet and grabs ahold of Engel's legs.

Jon McDaniel: Nukem's going for the sharpshooter!

Brian Rentfro: No! Engel slips one leg out and kicks Nukem right in the face!

Engel gets up to his feet and goes after Nukem. Nukem comes to and tries to nail Engel with a punch, but Engel ducks down and hooks an arm around Nukem's closer leg, standing up as he drapes Nukem over his shoulder and back. He then reaches behind his body with his free arm and grabs ahold of Nukem's head. Engel then spins Nukem around as he releases Nukem's leg and falls to a semi-seated position after turning to the side, slamming Nukem face-first into the mat.

Brian Rentfro: Sons of Plunder! It's over Jon!

Engel makes the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... the PWA Undisputed World Champion... MATTHEW... "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: What a great match, Brian. I’m a little surprised Engel is still in as good condition considering that brutal attack he got from his brother last week.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's a badass Jon, what do you expect? He fought Thunderwolf in a grueling ladder match and then two days later competed against two other teams with a bad knee and still won.

Jon McDaniel: That's true.

Engel is up to his feet, sweating and exhausted. Nukem is struggling to get back up and Engel walks out of the ring. He begins to head back up the rampway.

Brian Rentfro: Nukem doesn’t even know where he’s at right now.

Engel turns around and sees Nukem in the ring leaning against the ropes. Nukem stares Engel down, but Engel smiles. He gives Nukem a nod and a salute, then turns around and heads backstage.

Jon McDaniel: A slight sign of respect there from Engel, considering Nukem put on a hell of a match and nearly beat the World Champion here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Nearly, Jon. It just goes to show that the up-and-coming talent is getting better and better around here.