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


06-19-2011


'Devastating' Damien Dunn vs Cody Bogard vs Eli Storm

Triple Threat Match


The bell rang and the match started off with Cody and Eli double-teaming the newer talent in Damien Dunn. Dunn broke free out of a double suplex attempt and elbowed Cody and gave an uppercut to Storm. Dunn tried for a german suplex on Cody but Cody slipped out of it and nailed Dunn with a roundhouse kick to the head. Storm and Cody would battle for some time while Dunn recuperated from the kick to the head. Cody had Storm up against the turnbuckles and delivering chops to the chest. Storm kneed Cody in the gut and nailed Cody with a running bulldog. This is when Dunn got back into action and clotheslined Storm to the mat. Dunn tried for the Quintessential Essence on Storm but Storm got his knees up and Dunn crashed right on top of them. Storm got up to his feet and got met with a left hook from Cody. Cody whipped Storm into the ropes and took Storm down with a powerslam. Dunn was back up to his feet but Cody clotheslined him out of the ring! Cody was celebrating with the crowd and Storm was getting up to his feet. Storm charged but Cody ducked a running lariat and then nailed Storm with Hero Time!

Cody made the cover.

1...

2...


3!!!

Winner: Cody Bogard in 11:54

Hot & Sour, Inc. vs Technical Perfection

Tag Tean Match


The match starts with Titan and Wagner facing off. Titans tries some flashy moves that catch Vic off guard, but he quickly recovers and sets about his usual methodical pace, dictating the flow of the match. Every time Titan tries to get something going, Wagner answers with a counter. However, Titan's speed and agility make it tough for Wagner to do more than fleeting damage. The tide turns when Titan aims a roundhouse kick at Wagner's head. Wagner catches the foot, lowers it and then falls on it with an elbow drop. As the two men fall, Titan spins in mid-air and lands an enziguri. Both men recover at roughly the same time, rolling to their corners and tagging their partners in. And why not? Sure, they're not hurt badly but might as well let the other guy do some work and rest up, am I right?

Witcroft and Adler race into the ring, meeting in the middle and trade punches. As they knock each other silly in the ring, Moke Doshky makes his way down the entrance ramp, stopping only once he's standing at ringside. Witcroft puts Adler in an abdominal stretch and takes some time to yell at Doshky. As all ten eyes in the ring are on Doshky (do the math), the Dragon runs out of the crowd, grabs Titan in a waistlock and German suplexes him off the ring apron and onto the concrete arena floor. Witcroft doesn't notice this as Doshky chooses that moment to bellow something in German.

Doshky walks closer to the ring, stands on tip toe (like that's really necessary) and spits on Blake Witcroft. The Brit isn't amused, drops Adler and dives through the ropes at Doshky, who catches him easily. Meanwhile, back on the other side of the ring, the Dragon rolls Titan in. The masked mute is still reeling from getting dropped head first onto concrete. Adler and Wagner, however, are not dazed at all. Seeing an opportunity when it presents itself, Adler picks up Titan and hits him with a backbreaker while Wagner comes off the middle turnbuckle with an elbow drop across the man's throat. Adler makes the cover for the win.

Winners: Technical Perfection

Back outside the ring, Witcroft has somehow managed to monkey his way around Doshky, presumably climbing him like a jungle gym and is hanging off the big man's back with a sleeper hold locked in tight. Not a smart move, though, kind of like climbing a redwood as it is being cut down. Doshky falls backwards, smashing Witcroft between 400 pounds of angry German and the steel ramp.

The camera cuts backstage where Lean Bean Miller is standing with his microphone right outside of the Second 2 None lockerroom.

LBM: "Fans, we are right outside the locker room of PWA's own Second 2 None. I am fixing to try and get a word with both men before their match tonight."

LBM shoves open the door, Engel sitting in a recliner with Jethro and Nicole on the couch, all a picture of relaxness.

Jethro: "What the hell Miller? Haven't you ever heard of damn knocking?"

Jethro looks to be a bit ticked, but Engel is used to this type of stuff from LBM.

LBM: "Jethro, do you have any words about the match later tonight?"

Jethro points over to Engel.

Jethro: "Don't you think you should ask the PWA World Champ first, or are you building up the suspense since he has the most belts?"

Jethro smiles as Engel looks like he's blushing, he's faking but its the type of comradary that he and Hayes have now.

Jethro: "Of course I've got words for tonight's match, about the opponents that think they can end this streak of excellence. Like I said in my promo earlier this week, what makes Emily Corlen think that she can actually beat us with someone far less in talent than Simon Kalis? I mean Trent has fewer wins than Scottie Snow for crying out loud."

Jethro shrugs.

Jethro: "True he has had fewer matches, but still. S2N is going to do what we do in every single tag team match and even singles matches... want to know what that is Miller?"

LBM leans forward nodding his head.

Jethro: "That entrance music is going to hit, the crowd is going to get pumped because they know they are fixing to see two of the best in the business today. Then we are going to step into the ring, dominate by bashing heads in, then at the end of the match one of us will get the pin... except for tonight."

Jethro smiles.

Jethro: "I'm going to help Engel out a bit, call it an early Summer Sizzler congratulations prize or whatever you want to call it. I'm going to make Emily Corlen tap out to the Combine Seat. See, it accomplishes three things when I do that."

He ticks off fingers as he names the things it does.

Jethro: "Not that Engel needs it, but it softens her up for the World Title defense in July. Secondly it gets us the win tonight. Thirdly, it shows that damn Panzadise that no one is safe from me. He wanted a challenge, well he's got one. He th..."

LBM: "So, tell me about Panzadise Jethro and how you feel about the London's Burning match."

Jethro looks at LBM, not happy at being interrupted.

Jethro: "He thinks that I'm going to be a push over because he is from the old school of wrestling. He thinks that he can just walk in here after seven years and dominate everyone in his path... so far he has... but at Summer Sizzler, he steps into the match, into the ring, into the battle... against me."

Jethro growls those last words, showing fierceness we haven't seen in a long time.

Jethro: "I was pushing for PWA's Wrestler of the Year, but I'll settle for burning the flesh from his bones. See, unlike Panzadise, he can only watch video of a Londons Burning match or play it on the new video game system to get the full effect..."

Jethro points over to Engel.

Jethro: "I've got someone who has actually been in the match itsself. Someone who knows what to expect, someone to give me a couple of pointers about the match. What does Panzadise have?"

Jethro waits as LBM tries to think of an answer.

Jethro: "He's got Tony Danza and the damn Nintendo Entertainment System. In other words, he's got nothing."

LBM is dumbfounded as he turns to Engel for a couple of words about tonight's match and his Summer Sizzler match.

Matthew Engel: "I don't really have much to say about tonight's match. I didn't even know who Trent Sunderland was until he got the unfortunate pleasure of being partnered with Emily and booked against us. I doubt he'll be anything resembling a challenge. You know who was a challenge? That Ash Nukem kid. As far as Emily goes, do I believe she has potential? Yes. Talent? Yes. But, she's far from getting to the level where I'm at."

Engel lets out a cough.

Matthew Engel: "She's still clinging onto wins over Matt Stone and David Blazenwing. Those are her lifelines here in the PWA. Then she claims she should be World Champion when it was her that got put down with the Euthanasia first before my younger brother decided to interfere. She can dance around that all she wants, but it's going to become a harsh reality for both her and Stone when I walk away with the championship yet again at Sizzler. See, this year belongs to me and I cemented that fact when I won the Who's The Man?! tournament back in March.

I'm not going to quit now. Neither is Jethro. He'll take care of Panzadise at Sizzler, I have no doubt in my mind. I'll remain a double champion after Sizzler. Emily's bark will still be worse than her bite. Matt Stone will still be lacking a World Championship. And Simon Kalis will still not have his kid back. Everything will remain normal."

LBM nods.

LBM: "What about your younger brother, Matt? He signed a contract with Victory, but he still has your World Championship belt. Do you plan on taking legal action towards him?"

Matthew Engel: "That has not been decided yet and I'd rather not comment much further on it."

LBM nods but with a sad face.

Jethro: "That'll do, Miller."

LBM turns around and heads out of the locker room while Engel and Hayes talk a bit of strategy before their match tonight. Cut back to ringside.

Nadare vs Marxx

Singles Match


Nadare and Marxx stand toe to toe in the ring Nadare moves first delivering a mid-roundhouse kick to Marxx. Nadare does it again and again, Marxx bumps to the floor and roles to the outside. Nadare gets a head of speed and leaps over the top rope delivering a plancha on the recovering Marxx. Marxx hits the railing outside of the ring. Nadare pulls marks off the ground and roles him into the ring. Nadare gets into the ring the same way but Marxx gets to his feet and starts to stomp the downed Nadare. Marxx relentlessly attacks the downed Nadare. The referee breaks them up. Nadare gets to his feet and Marxx grabs him lifting him off the ground and body slamming him hard onto the mat. Nadare quivers from the hard landing and Marxx mounts him with a head lock. Nadare fights out of it. Marxx goes for a closeline but Nadare ducks it leaping onto Marxx head and reverse frankenstiener. Marxx holds his head and Nadare taunts to the crowd. Marxx starts to get up but Nadare charges Marxx ducks and grabs Nadare with the Marxxout. Nadare taps.

Marxx wins!

Coming Next Week




Coming next week

Second 2 None vs Emily Corlen & Trent Sunderland

Another Tag Team Match


Eric stands center ring, watching around waiting for his signal to start. With thumbs up from a stage hand listening through a headset, Eric begins his announcement.

"The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only with a count out, Disqualification, a three count, or Submission. Entering first from Toronto Ontario Canada, He is Trent Sunderland"

The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Purple and Orange start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as The Doors starts to play and blare. Sunderland is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in reply*

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Trent storms out of his position. Trents’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The orange and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

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

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down


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

Eric Emerson: She hails from Los Angeles, California by way of Rockford, Illinois...

The strobe lights slow down as Emily begins making her way down the ramp. By the time she reaches ringside, the strobe lights have completely stopped and emerald colored spotlights have begun swirling around the crowd and ring.

Eric Emerson: She is the Emerald Phoenix...

After making her way around the ring once, Emily hoists herself onto the apron and enters the ring through the first and second ropes.

Eric Emerson: She is EMILY… CORRRRRRLENNNNN!!!

Emily makes her way to all four corners of the ring, climbing up each and posing for the fans. As the lights return to normal and the music fades, Emily slowly paces around the canvas, glancing out to the still-cheering crowd and smirking.

"All Nightmare Long" by Metallica hits the sound system as Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes walk out from backstage to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. The guitars and drums of All Nightmare Long take over the ambiance, however, and Hayes and Engel make their descent to the ring. Engel is in his usual dark green tuxedo attire, and Jethro Hayes is sporting his overalls and John Deere hat once again. Both men keep their eyes on the ring, not letting the crowd distract them or make them lose focus. Engel is featuring his AoWF World Tag-Team Championship around his waist. Jethro Hayes has the other AoWF World Tag-Team Championship.

-Luck.. runs... out-

-Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn-

-Still-life incarnation
Still-life infamy
Hallucination, heresy
Still you run, what's to come? What's to be?-

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring at a combined weight of 525 pounds and a combined 17 PWA title reigns...

-Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace-

-Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah!
Luck.. runs.. out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out-

Hayes and Engel make it to the ring. Engel slides in, and Hayes takes the steel steps and climbs into the ring through the ropes. Both men keep their focus, and Hayes gives a look of anger to some of the front row near him. Engel begins to take off his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, leaving his wife-beater white shirt on him.

-Then you crawl back in
Into your obsession
Never to return
This is your confession-

(inhale)

-Hunt you down without mercy!
Hunt you down all nightmare long!
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace-

-Hunt you down without mercy Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah!
Luck.. runs.. out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out-

-CAUSE LUCK RUNS OUT!-

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the AOWF Tag-Team Champions...Jethro Hayes...Matthew Engel... SECOND 2 NONE!!!

"All Nightmare Long" dies down but the roaring crowd does not. Hayes and Engel remain focused, Engel giving Hayes a little pep talk before the match.

Ding Ding

Jethro starts this match off with Trent Sunderland in a collar and elbow tie up center ring. Jethro grabs a quick side headlock, Trent with an elbow breaks out of the hold. Jethro with an Irish whip sends him into the ropes, slamming a big knee into his midsection and a DDT later Trent is on the canvas. Grabbing a wristlock, Jethro drags Trent over to the S2N corner, tagging in Matthew. Engel hops the rope, landing a solid kick to the ribs of Trent as Jethro holds him there; here comes the referee to give the mandatory five count. Jethro looks over at the referee as he alternates elbows with Engel's rib kicks. Engel takes the wristlock, but here comes Emily into the contest at the count of four, with a flying roundhouse kick. Jethro slams into her with a shoulder sending her flipping over in mid-air.

Brian Rentfro: What a shot!

Jon McDaniel: He has changed so much since his first match nearly three years ago, he would never have gone with a double team like this.

Emily rolls through and up to her feet as her and Jethro begin to exchange blows in her corner. Engel steps over the wristlock, locking on some sort of arm submission, but Trent lifts his elbow up into Matthew's thigh stopping the move before Engel can lock it in. Trent drops down, lifting Engel up and over the top rope, but Engel lands on the apron. Trent turns around, Engel with a shoulder into the gut before flipping over and slamming Trent onto the canvas with a sunset flip into a pin that is ignored because the referee is dealing with Emily and Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Come on and count the pin!

Jon McDaniel: He's too busy with Emily and Jethro to know there is a pin.

Finally the referee seperates Jethro and Emily, getting them to their separate corners. Jethro steps onto the apron, just as Engel reaches out for a tag. Trent shoves him away, the tag nearly being made to Jethro. Trent rolls Engel up with the shove, but Engel kicks out just as the referee slides down to make the count. Engel up to his feet spinning heel kick, but Trent ducks under slamming a fist into Engel's midsection that doubles him over. Trent with a swinging neckbreaker has Engel down.

Brian Rentfro: In a shocking display, this relative rookie, Trent Sunderland, has the PWA World Champion on the canvas!

Jon McDaniel: He has been training with Hunter Sullivan, I do believe.

Brian Rentfro: That explains it.

Trent locks on an arm bar, but Engel fights up to his knees shoving him backwards with a shove in the gut. Trent holds the submission hold, but Engel is in the ropes and Trent releases immediately. Trent pulls Engel back up to his knees, but Engel with an elbow shot into his thigh halts any thought of a second move in the series. Engel jumps up to his feet connecting solidly with an uppercut that sends Trent near the ropes. Irish whip sends him into the opposite ropes, Emily taking the tag by slapping Trent on the shoulder. A back body sends Trent over and to the canvas, but Engel is unaware that Emily is now the legal person in the match. Emily dropkicks Engel in the back of the skull causing him to fall throat first across thee top rope. Emily up on the rope, falling down with a leg drop sending Engel's throat into the rop that much firmer.

Jon McDaniel: Look at Emily go here now that she's finally in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, probably got a weighted boot or something.

Engel pops up off the rope, holding at his throat, but Emily comes with a roundhouse kick connecting with his jaw that spins Engel around and onto his face. Emily off the ropes, leaping over, and coming with a springboard knee drop onto canvas as Matthew manages to roll out of the way just in time. Emily rolls up to her feet, through the move, and lashes out with a toe kick to Engel's right knee as he reaches out for the tag to Jethro. Hayes takes the tag, just as Emily connects solidly with the side of Engel's knee. Trent stands on the apron, watching his tag team partner go as Matthew rolls outside and Jethro steps over the top rope to meet Emily. Corlen steps back, giving him a second and begging him to bring it on; Jethro cracks his neck and nods.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro is fixing to pound Emily into the canvas!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro may stand taller, may out weigh her, but that does not mean that Emily is going to back down from this challenge.

Brian Rentfro: I'm not sure about Jethro outweighing her, have you seen her thighs?

Jon McDaniel: Brian, just... nevermind.

Jethro and Emily go for a lockup, but Emily, knowing that was just useless, ducks under nailing Jethro in the ribs with a series of rapid fire punches; using her speed to her advantage. Emily with a kick onto Jethro's back causes him to fall to his knees,gasping in pain, but he shoves back up, or tries to anyways. Emily comes flying over, placing her knee onto the back of Jethro's skull which slams his face onto the canvas. Engel has finally pulled himself up to a standing position on the outside and is watching the action inside the ring. Emily with a knee drop starts to cement her advantage over the farmer turned wrestler. Emily lifts his face back up, slamming a series of knee strikes into it before locking on a standing headscissors. Jethro begins to power up, but Emily flows with him, falling over his back and doing her best to flip him over; but still with her legs wrapped around his neck. Emily pounds fist after fist into Jethro's back, causing him to stumble, but not fall when he slams backwards, squishing her between him and the corner. Emily releases the hold, falling upside down in the corner, but Jethro stumbles away as Emily tries to catch her breath. Jethro spins around, bringing his knee up slamming into Emily's midsection with the running knee strike before pulling her out of the corner and placing her in an electric chair position on his shoulders. Jethro walks over to Matthew, allowing his partner to tag himself into the match. Trent comes rushing in to help his partner, but Jethro manages to boot him right in the face as he turns around right into a missile dropkick from Engel that sends Emily hard onto the canvas. Jethro reaches up, nodding at Engel who takes the match in hand as Jethro pulls Trent out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Look at Jethro there, not resting a bit, going to keep taking the fight to Trent.

Jon McDaniel: You mean pounding the rookie till he's somewhat senseless? Like that is fair.

Brian Rentfro: Nothing's fair in love of wrestling.

Jethro slams Trent's back into the corner post as Engel drops a leg across Emily's throat. Jethro with a whip sends Trent, but Trent reverses causing Jethro's back to slam heavily into the railing on the outside. The referee is outside the ring, doing his best to get them back on the apron in their respective corner. Trent walks away easily, still learning that you push your opponent as much as you can while you can. Jethro pulls himself up onto his feet, glaring at Trent's retreating back before climbing up onto the apron. Jethro grabs the tag rope, making a show of it to the referee, pretty much being a smart ass about it. Emily is on her knees as Engel comes through with a shining wizard to take her out and makes a cover.

One!

Two!

Emily gets a shoulder up as Trent was a bit slow getting into the ring. Engel grabs a side headlock, but Emily shoves him into the ropes trying to break the hold, but Engel slams on the brakes. Emily tries a second time, still no go. Emily with a couple of elbow shots begins to loosen the hold, but Engel drops the lock, slamming a knee up into her face then lifting her with a vertical suplex. Trent comes rushing in this time as Engel goes for a cover, but the PWA World Champion slams a superkick right into his chin to stop his charge. Engel makes the tag to Jethro, who promptly comes into the match and the two hook Emily up into a double suplex, slamming her back hard onto the center of the ring. Jethro pulls Trent over, Engel smiles as the two lift him up as well, a second double suplex has both members of the other tag team down. Jethro gets Matthew to step out onto the apron before tagging him in, keeping that ref's count starting over every time he gets to four. Jethro rolls Trent onto the apron before stepping through the ropes and allowing Engel to hit his corkscrew moonsault onto Emily for another cover.

One@!

Two!

Thr

Emily with a shoulder up keeps the chance of a win alive. Engel draws her up to her feet before tagging in Jethro, who steps into the match once again.

Brian Rentfro: Engel and Hayes utilizing those quick and so far successful tags.

Jon McDaniel: They aren't undefeated because of their looks; they know how to get the job done.

Jethro pounds a knee into Emily's ribs as he brings an elbow down into the lower part of her back. Jethro lifts her up in a military press slam, but Emily wiggles, catching Jethro's head in a inverted facelock, bringing him down with a reverse DDT!

Jon McDaniel: What a move by Emily Corlen!

Brian Rentfro: You didn't know which nickname to use there did you?

Jon McDaniel: Hu.. what?

Brian Rentfro: I heard the stutter, the folks at home didn't, but I heard it.

Emily makes a cover off the big move and Trent, learning from his mistake comes into the ring to take on Engel.

One!

Two!

Thr

Jethro kicks out with a bit of authority, but not nearly as much as he did in the beginning of the match; obvious his back is hurting him now. Emily rolls the big man onto his front, slamming knee drop after knee drop onto his back, doing her best to incompasitate him enough for the win as Trent and Matthew exchange blows in her corner.

Brian Rentfro: Look at Emily go.

Jon McDaniel: She knows that you've got to take any advantage given to you in a contest like this.

Emily grabs a single leg Boston Crab, but Jethro crawls for the ropes almost immediately, too bad he's about six feet from their relative safety. Engel throws Trent over the top rope, but he manages to catch Engel and carry him over with him to the outside to help out his tag team partner inside the ring. Jethro is about five feet away now, crawling for all he's worth with sweat pouring down off his face and struggling to make it there and get the pressure off his back. Emily leans back even further, showing her agility and knowledge of wrestling as she's putting even more stress and pressure onto Jethro's back. Jethro reaches out and is near the rope, but Trent nails him in the face with a double fisted facesmasher, knocking him out. Jethro's hand is about an inch away from the rope now, but he can't do anything and the damage is building in his back.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro is in big trouble, but not his fault the dirty double teaming sneaky handed Trent Sunderland had to get involved.

Jon McDaniel: Why is it ok for S2N or anyone you like to do it, but if it goes against your favorites, you get all blowed up and pouty?

Brian Rentfro: Shut up Jon or I'll get Trent to double fist facesmash you.

Jethro's arm is lifted once... it falls. The referee lifts it a second time and it once again falls. The Refere lifts a third time and it falls, but onto the rope as Jethro shakes his head to keep his adrenaline pumping. The referee goes to break the hold, but Jethro twists and flips over causing Emily to drop the hold in surprise; however, the damage has been done as Jethro is wincing heavily now. Jethro pulls himself up as Trent comes running into the match once again. Jethro catches him with a flapjack as Engel comes off the ropes with a stunner!

Emily is getting back up to her feet, Jethro sends his shoulder into her back, flipping her over behind him with the fierceness of the move. Emily lands near her corner and Trent reaches out for the tag. Trent gets it and Emily rolls to the apron. Trent goes off the top turnbuckle and tries for a dropkick, but Jethro dodges it at the last moment. Trent gets to his feet but he's met with the Plow! Bam! Jethro isn't done yet and leans over as he grabs Trent's ankles and locks him into the Combine Seat, sitting back as far as he can. Emily comes in to help out his partner, but Engel with a yakuza kick sends her tumbling back through the ropes. Trent, noticing this, taps out very reluctantly.

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... the team of Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel... Second 2 None!

"All Nightmare Long" hits back up in the arena's speakers as Jethro and Engel stand there receiving their AOWF Tag Titles and Engel his PWA World Title.

I Send It Twice To Be 100% Sure It'll Get On The Show


After the match, Marxx was still standing in the ring. As the music faded, he asked for a microphone. He went back to the middle of the ring, ready to speak to the crowd.

Marxx: Alright, so now that I’m alone in this ring, it’s time that we speak man to man.

He walks around the ring, searching for the right words.

Marxx: I know many of you of you don’t want to hear from me ever again, and I can understand why. Some may feel like I started to... No wait, most of you probably feel like I turned on you, and I can’t blame you for that. Many of you will probably try to start a “You suck!” chant because of everything I’ve said about you guys in the last couple weeks, and if I was part of that crowd, I would join you into that demonstration of you hate.

A few people start to chant “You suck!” to Marxx, and he’s almost not reacting. In fact, he’s a little surprised.

Marxx: You know I’m not going anywhere until the whole arena started that chant, don’t you? I want hear it from everyone. And you know what? To make sure I understand it, chant it in French: “Tu suces!” “Tu suces!” “Tu suces!” “Tu suces!”

It was really funny to hear people who normally wouldn’t speak French to make a chant in that language. 10 seconds later, the whole arena was chanting “Tu suces!” to Marxx.

Marxx: I never thought I had that power on you people. I can make you chant stuff in French. Maybe I made you chant something like “we love cocks”, but yet you jumped in the train wagon, not even asking any questions. No worries, what I made you chant was really “You suck” in French. But I never noticed before.

He closes his eyes for a second, listening to the second wave of the “Tu suces!” chant.

Marxx: You know that weird feeling in your stomach when you feel you discovered something great? That’s what I feel right now. Because it’s the first time in two years in this business that I can actually notice how I could make you pass through the most terrible roads and you would still trust me that something great is coming at the end of the journey. And it’s been like that ever since I started. I rose quicker than anyone else and after a while I went through hell and high water, but you never gave up on me. But on the other hand... I did gave up on you.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx! You gave up on nothing! They were a bullet on your ankle!

Jon McDaniel: Maybe Marxx disagrees with that!

Marxx: I gave up on everything I believed in because I was tired of waiting. I was tired of being the one at the back of the line who sees people passing in front of him while he’s waiting for his turn in the ride. For a brief, yet too long moment, I thought respect and being the most beloved entertainer in this business counted for nothing for those who made the big decisions and that unless you act like a douchebag, you’re doomed to stay on the backburner. Although no one proved me wrong on that thought yet, it doesn’t mean I had to put you all through this. Maybe it was unnecessary to turn on you and fight against who I am, whoring myself out like too many people here, all this for a shot at glory. Maybe... Maybe what I first thought of as the cause of my recent struggles may be the cure for it.

Jon McDaniel: No, no they’re not.

Marxx: Maybe I looked in the wrong direction, in desperate need of a scapegoat for every single bad thing that happened to me ever since I came back. I don’t want to force you all to cheer for me again, we fought way too hard to have the freedom of speech that we have. All I want to say, to the ones I deceived, and mostly to the little Marxxaddict in you...

There is a few cheers when Marxx calls for the Marxxaddicts, which makes him smile.

Marxx: To all the Marxxaddicts, from Vancouver to New York, from Mexico to Paris, from Moscow to Tokyo, from Sidney to L.A., all the Marxxaddicts over the world, those who called themselves Marxxaddicts in the past and those who still consider themselves as so...

He takes a deep breath.

Marxx: I’m sorry.

Brian Rentfro: Oh come on now! Just when you became interesting!

Marxx: I’m sorry for letting you down at a time where you guys were the only ones who never let me down. Not so long ago, I fell right in the darkest moments of my career, I felt like no one was ever going to give me a hand and help me rise up again. For a moment, I thought I was completely done. So far in people’s mind that I thought I could do whatever kind of crap I wanted around here, and it wouldn’t make much of a difference at the end of the day. But yet in did make a difference, and some people had to pay the hard price for that, starting with Marco Dante. Then it was you, fans, Marxxaddicts, people watching at home, boys and girls who seen me as a role model who felt that distance growing between you and I. Because as hard to believe as this could be, there was some people crazy enough to follow me into my late night shenanigans. Nights of clubbin’, going to bars and only come back home when the sun rises, eat Aspirins for breakfast, that kind of lifestyle that makes you enjoy your ride on this Earth so much more.

Jon McDaniel: This shows that Marxx can learn from his mistakes...

Brian Rentfro: Or that he can’t stick to his words!

Marxx: But yeah, it was you all who had to suffer the most from that, and you shouldn’t have to. Now it’s all up to you to do whatever you want with the excuses. I don’t ask you to like me, I don’t ask you to hate me neither. I just want you all to know what I’m deeply sorry for my actions. That overall, it...

Suddenly “Whoa is Me” plays out and Matt Stone comes out on the ramp to a chorus of boos followed by Tyson Cowell. Matt has a microphone in his hand

Matt Stone: So you’ve gone back to your roots? Well I’ve got two words to say to that. The first is big and the other is whoop. No one cares about how you were mistreated, how you’re not viewed as the top talent around here anymore or any of your other little problems. Here’s a reality check Marxx, Tyson here beat you down last month. Now I’m having him prove himself to me again by coming down there and beating you down once again. What do you think of that, Frenchie?

Tyson walks passed Matt and down to the ring, walking up the steps and getting in the ring, staring down with Marxx

Brian Rentfro: “Looks like we have a fight about to break out”

Jon McDaniel: “Why can’t Matt Stone and his flunky mind their own business?”

Tyson stood in one side of the ring while Marxx was on the other. They stared at each other for a moment and then, all of a sudden, they rushed at each other. Marxx put Cowell to the mat with a Lou Thez Press and started to throw punches at him, until Cowell rolled on Marxx and started doing the same back and forth until they reached the ropes. Marxx was on top of Cowell and then went back on his feet as Tyson rolled outside the ring. From there, Marxx ran to the ropes, bounced, and then came back with a Baseball Slide, which missed its target.

From there, Tyson went for a punch to Marxx, but Marxx blocked it and went for a punch of his own before lifting Tyson on his shoulder and tackle him on the announcer’s table. As Tyson was grabbing his back in pain, Marxx was throwing the TV screens off the table. As Tyson was now on his knees and hands, Marxx grabbed his head and rolled him on the table. He climbed on it and then made a familiar motion to the fans... He was ready to go for the Leaving Marxx! Marxx dropped through the table, connecting with the Leaving Marxx on Cowell through the announcer’s table. Stone put his head in his hand and turned around, walking to the back shaking his head. The crowd cheered

Brian Rentfro: “Our table! That certainly didn’t work”

Panzadise vs Ash Nukem

Non-Title Match


The NAP theme music begins to play, as Panzadise makes his entrance and stands in the ring while red pyro rains down over him. Ash Nukem’s music plays next causing the crowd to pop, but Ash is nowhere to be seen. Minutes pass by, and still no Ash Nukem. Finally, the PWA-Tron kicks on and we see Nukem lying unconscious in the backstage area with pieces of a shattered Nintendo Entertainment System surrounding him. The camera pans up, and Tony Danza is standing above him wearing Nukem’s Grizzly Beer Championship around his waist. Back in the ring, Panzadise orders the referee to count Nukem out. Feeling threatened, the referee makes the 10 count and awards Panzadise the match.

Winner: Panzadise

Panzadise grins and calls for a microphone. He beings to speak...

Dise: “Well, in case there was any doubt, I think it’s now clear which gaming console is number one in the PWA.”

The crowd pops and boos at the same time...

Dise: “Jethro, I hope you’ve been paying close attention to the run I’ve been on since I came back to the PWA. While you’ve been nursing your sore back, I’ve been cutting through the PWA’s roster like butter. And at Summer Sizzler, in a London’s Burning match, I’m going to end your career!”

Now the crowd is getting annoyed...

Dise: “Jethro...your days are numbered. Welcome to Panzadise!”

Welcome Back to Order...


Brian Rentfro: What a great match that was. What an awesome, spectacular, wonderful...

Jon McDaniel: You done?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah. That was a yawner. Hopefully the next match will be a little more worth watching.

A motorcycle engine is heard, calling our attention to the ADCTron. The screen flickers to life as Lucious Starr barrels through the locker rooms on his ducati. As he turns corners and jumps various obstacles, loud crashes can be heard behind him.

Brian Rentfro: So... now Lucy's showing off his bike skills?

Jon McDaniel: Actually, I hope he realizes that doing that in the crowded locker room area is rather dangerous...

Suddenly, Lucious bursts out onto the entrance ramp, making a beeline for the ring. As his bike pulls down the ramp, we suddenly find the source for the crashes behind him.

Brian Rentfro: OH MY GOD!

Jon McDaniel: YOU SICK BASTARD!!

Starr pulls around the ring, Simon Kalis attached to a noose on the back of the ducati. He circles the ring once or twice, making sure Kalis bounces off the barricade and the ring steps, before stopping at the announce table. He kicks out the bike stand, walking back and loosening the rope around Kalis' neck, dragging the Last Superstar to his feet. Kalis is barely moving as Lucious hoists him into the ring, grabbing a chair and a microphone from the bell keep. He slides into the ring, stalking Simon.

Lucious Starr: Aaron... oh, Aaron... come on, Kalis! Be a fucking man! Get on your goddamn feet!

Kalis clutches his throat, his face pale. He coughs a bit as Lucious shakes his head, grinning.

Lucious Starr: Do you see now what your evil has wrought upon you? Do you understand now that your actions have consequences? Oh, Aaron. You thought me putting you into an institution was a manifestation of the hate and rage... in all reality, Simon, that was your ONLY means of safety. You're all alone, Kalis.

The fans roar their disapproval of Lucious as he raises the chair above his head, bringing it down on Kalis' back. Kalis collapses to the mat, his body shaking violently. Starr lifts the chair again, slamming it down onto Kalis again. He drops the chair, falling to his belly as he grins, holding the microphone to his mouth.

Lucious Starr: Aaron! Aaron! Look at me when I'm fucking talking!

Lucious slaps Kalis across the face, turning his head to face Starr. Lucious gets right into the barely conscious Simon's face, laughing.

Lucious Starr: That's the problem, Aaron. You're weak. Without anyone to back your sorry ass up, you're nothing more than a glorified Matthew Stone. You can talk a big game, you can make yourself look so damn good on paper, but at the end of the day, you're a fucking pathetic piece of shit!

Lucious stands, blasting Kalis in the face with a swift kick. Simon is now completely motionless, Lucious looking out to the heavily jeering crowd before glancing back down to Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: Come on! This has gone WAY too far!

Jon McDaniel: You gonna go help Kalis now?

Brian Rentfro: You crazy? Do I LOOK like I have a death wish?

Lucious Starr: You seem to think, Aaron, that your new path has given you a chance. You seem to think that the fans' newfound love for you will keep you above water. Looks like you're in some deep shit, nigga.

Jon McDaniel: He can't say that, can he?

Brian Rentfro: I don't think so... That's not right!

Lucious Starr: These fans... these fickle, worthless, pathetic fans? They're not going to help you. Brian Rentfro and Jon McDaniel, Eric Emerson... they won't help you. The boys in the back aren't going to help you out. So tell me, Aaron. Fucking tell me, who the HELL is going to save your fucking bitch ass? WHO THE HELL IS GOING TO STOP ME?!

Lucious drops the mic, picking up Kalis. At this point, he's pretty much dead weight, and Lucious places him in the corner. He slides out of the ring, going under the apron to look for some equipment. He pulls out a table, some glass, a kendo stick, and some thumbtacks. He slides all of them into the ring, looking to Kalis. Starr picks up the kendo stick, blasting Kalis in the face. He turns, pouring the thumbtacks on the mat, then picks up the table. He sets up the table on top of the tacks, then lays the glass across the table, turning back to Kalis. He picks up the mic again, walking over to the corner.

Lucious Starr: You're all alone, Simon. Adrian left to raise his own kid. Maya's gone into hiding. Brian is with me. Tamika is gone forever, lying six feet under where she and that other whore sister of hers belong. Emily has all but given up on you, and Benji's in the hospital with a broken leg. It's just you, Aaron. WHO THE FUCK WILL SAVE Y...

Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin
Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb
They never try me cause right behind me your killer team
I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
This Hennessey'll keep me calm though
Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo
Livin like a Don in my own mind
Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine

Lucious turns, an eyebrow raised. His eyes grow wide in shock as the crowd roars...

Brian Rentfro: MASAKAZU!! MASAKAZU IS BACK!!

Lucious looks to Simon, who despite being near unconscious has a large smile on his face. Lucious turns back to the entrance ramp, where Masa is making a beeline for the ring. Lucious turns his attention to Kaz, swinging for a clothesline as Masa slides into the ring. Kaz ducks under, Lucious turning around into a flurry of punches and kicks from the younger Kalis. Masa jumps, nailing a perfectly executed dropkick that sends Lucious through the top and middle ropes to the outside. Kaz stares cold at Lucious, walking towards his father.

Crowd: MASAKAZU! O-O-C! MASAKAZU! O-O-C! MASAKAZU! O-O-C!

Lucious rubs his chin as he stands, staring at the Kalis men. He walks to his ducati, kicking the stand up and riding back to the locker room. Kaz consoles his father, helping him out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: I don't believe it! Kaz is back!

Jon McDaniel: Lucious deciding discretion is the better part of valor here, walking away from Masakazu and Simon.

Brian Rentfro: Walking?! Kaz let him have it, and he ran like a bitch! Showing his real colors!!

Jon McDaniel: Well, now that that mess has been cleared, maybe we can get to another match...

Matt Stone vs Lucious Starr

Intercontinental Title Match


DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is a No Disqualification Title for Title Match and it is scheduled for ONE fall!

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

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

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, he is the AoWF King o' Extreme Champion, 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, he is LUCIOUS "BETA" STARR!!!

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

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, he is the BWF United States and PWA Intercontinental Champion, hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 215 pounds... he is the Cure... he is MATT STONE!!!

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 gets ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away.

Jon McDaniel: This match, of course, for the PWA Intercontinental and AoWF King o' Extreme Championships. And here we go!

DING!

The bell rings as both Stone and Starr walk to the center of the ring, staring one another down. Both men are confident, sneering at the other with contempt. Stone begins talking trash to Starr, but Starr stops him as he sticks his hand in Stone's face, and then slowly lowers each finger one by one until only his middle finger remains up! The crowd cheers for this show of disrespect as Stone's cheeks flush, his eyes livid.

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone not happy with that, and I can't say I blame him!

Stone turns around slightly, then rears back and slams Starr in the face with a massive punch! He hits several more emphatic punches, driving Lucious back into one of the corners. Stone then Irish whips Starr into the opposite corner before charging him, but Lucy bursts out of the corner before Matt can reach him, leveling him with a huge clothesline!

Brian Rentfro: Nice counter there from the AoWF King o' Extreme Champion!

Stone rolls to his feet and Starr stays on him, rocking him with several hard punches before clotheslining him over the top rope and to the outside of the ring! Stone's managers Liz and Katrina watch on, almost fearful of the look in Lucious' eyes as Matt drapes himself over the ring steps in an attempt to regain his bearings. Lucy, meanwhile, slides to the outside of the ring and kneels down, almost stalking Matt! Stone shakes his head and stands up again after several moments, turning around just in time to take another huge clothesline from Starr next to the steps!

Jon McDaniel: This isn't a wrestling match, this is a damn fight!

Brian Rentfro: And it's No Disqualification, Jon, which means this 'fight' could go on for a very long time! No rules!

Back at ringside, Starr has pulled Stone to his feet and starts to hoist him up onto his shoulders, but Stone slips off and rakes the eyes of Lucious when he turns around, and then lifts Starr up above his head before dropping him sternum first on the steel barricade surrounding the ring! The crowd utters a collective "ooh" as Starr falls down, clutching his chest. Stone poses briefly above Starr, eliciting further boos from the crowd, before lifting Starr up and dropping him chest first across the barricade yet again!

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone could break Lucious Starr's sternum here and I don't think he would care one damn bit!

Brian Rentfro: Of course he wouldn't! His Intercontinental Title is on the line, along with Starr's King o' Extreme Title! If you're not willing to do anything to defeat your opponent in a title match, then you don't deserve to be Champion!

Stone shouts at a man at ringside as he pulls Starr to his feet, and then rolls him back inside the ring before following. Both men rise to their feet, Stone before Starr, but as Matt goes to put Lucious in a headlock, Starr fights back with a hard punch to Stone's jaw, followed by another! Matt stumbles as Starr runs to the ropes and comes back, but before he can execute anything, Stone lays him out with a swinging neckbreaker! Stone covers!

1!

2!

Kickout!

No! Starr gets his shoulder up at two!

Brian Rentfro: I thought Matt Stone might steal one there for a second!

Stone apparently thought he might too, as he angrily stands up before kicking Starr hard in his side. Lucious slides towards the ropes, grabbing them as Matt continues kicking him multiple times in his chest, side and rib area. The referee, of course, is helpless to break it up since the match itself is no DQ. Matt kicks Starr once more for good measure, and then climbs onto the apron before hitting the floor at ringside. He pulls Lucious out of the ring slightly, so that his head and upper back are hanging over the apron, and then takes a step back before running at Starr and hitting him with a ringside-to-apron Kneel Before Zod!

Jon McDaniel: WOW! Was that the Kneel Before Zod?!

Brian Rentfro: Looked more like a 'Lay Before Zod and then Twitch Afterwards' to me!

Starr rolls back into the center of the ring, holding his head as the referee checks on him. Stone, meanwhile, stands at ringside, smirking as the fans boo loudly. Stone walks up the ring steps, and then climbs between the ropes to enter the ring as Lucy slowly crawls to his feet. Stone is on him right away with another knee to the side of the head, holding him in place by his hair as he lifts Starr back to his feet. Stone then whips Starr into the corner, following close behind and nailing him with several hard shoulder thrusts!

Jon McDaniel: I hate to say it, but Matt Stone is dominating this match so far! It might not be long before we're looking at a new King o' Extreme Champion!

Brian Rentfro: Can you imagine that? Matt Stone as PWA Intercontinental, BWF United States and AoWF KoE Champion? AND he still has a date with destiny at Summer Sizzler, so make that four potential Championships for one man!

Stone takes a step back as Lucious ambles out of the corner, clutching the ropes for support. Matt grins, and then takes this opportunity to kick Starr hard in the ribs yet again before slipping behind him and cinching in an abdominal stretch!

Job Jon McDaniel: Stone working over Lucy's chest and head since this match began. Excellent veteran instincts from the Intercontinental Champ. Definitely the most vicious I think we have ever seen him!

Brian Rentfro: I think Lucious' actions inside of the Hell in a Cell Match at WrestleFest really snapped something inside of Stone. He doesn't want to cheat to win a quick victory here... Matt Stone wants to make Lucious Starr suffer for embarrassing him at BWF's biggest show of the year!

As Starr screams out, struggling to break the hold, Matt grabs the top rope, putting even more pressure on the hold! Stone continues torqueing back on the stretch, his eyes widening to the point of near madness as he listens to the sound of Starr's voice crying out in agony. Finally, after nearly a minute, Matt starts to lose his grip on Starr's body, and before he can reassert his position, Lucious lifts Stone up and drops him hard to the mat with a big hip toss!

Job Jon McDaniel: Lucious Starr is finally free of Matt Stone's grasp! But can he capitalize?

Stone scrambles to his feet as Starr explodes out of the ropes he was holding onto for leverage, ignoring the pain as he lays into Matt with several hard rights! He backs Stone up into the ropes, but Stone headbutts Starr out of desperation, sending Starr stumbling backwards! He turns around as Stone charges him and both men drop the other with a clothesline at the exact same time!

Brian Rentfro: Oh! Car crash in the middle of the ring! Both men thinking the same thing and both men down hard!

Both men lie in the middle of the ring as the referee begins his count.

1!

2!

Jon McDaniel: Remember, this match is no disqualification, but that doesn't mean these two men can't still be counted out!

3!

4!

Brian Rentfro: Let's hope not, though! That would be a really disappointing way for this title match to end!

5!

6!

Both men slowly begin to crawl to their knees.

7!

8!

By the time the referee reaches eight, both men reach their feet and tie-up! Stone jockeys for position, but Starr counters and lays him out with a huge DDT! The fans cheer for Starr as he motions for Stone to stand up. He does and Starr catches him with a second big DDT before going for the cover!

1!

2!

Kickout!

Matt Stone gets his shoulder up at two!

Jon McDaniel: Lucious Starr has a new lease on life, and despite all of the pain he's got to be in right now, he's still giving Matt Stone his all!

Starr shouts something at Stone, and then starts to lift him up, but Matt rakes his eyes, sending Starr tumbling backwards! The fans boo as Stone rises up and sees Starr on one knee! He goes for another, proper Kneel Before Zod, but this time, Starr dodges the move - he was playing possum, and as Stone turns back around, Lucy is back up and drops him hard to the mat with a spinebuster!

Brian Rentfro: Lucious Starr might be just about ready to end this!

With Stone down, Lucious looks to him, then to the outside, and then grins before rolling out of the ring. He shoves the timekeeper off of his seat, then takes the steel chair and snaps it shut before sliding it into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Uh oh, whatever Lucious has in mind here, it's not going to be good!

As Katrina and Liz watch from ringside, both seemingly afraid to get involved, Starr positions the chair on the mat and motions for Stone to get up! Stone slowly reaches his feet and Lucious grabs his head from behind, going for the Hade's Flame onto the steel chair!

...but they're too close to the ropes! Matt grabs the top rope before he can fall back, leaving Lucious' head to slam unceremoniously onto his own steel chair! The crowd boos loudly as Matt Stone kicks the chair out of the ring, then drops to his knees as fast as he can before locking in his Set in Stone Anaconda Vice!

Brian Rentfro: Set in Stone!

Lucious struggles to get out of the move, reaching wildly for anything that can help him, but the chair is gone and he himself is still dazed from hitting it. After nearly a minute straight of struggling, Lucy goes limp in Stone's grip! The referee kneels down and lifts Starr's arm up...

It drops! 1!

He does so again...

It drops again! 2!

He lifts Starr's arm up one final time...

...and it drops!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner and the NEW AoWF King o' Extreme Champion.... The Cure... MATT STONE!!!

"Whoa is Me" hits the ADC-Tron as Matt Stone refuses to let go of the hold. Finally, he does and rises to one knee as the referee hands him all three of his Championships.

Brian Rentfro: Look at that! Matt Stone is, without a doubt, the new Gold Standard here in the AoWF! Three belts at one time! Amazing! Simply amazing!

As Stone celebrates in the ring, the crowd erupts as a hooded figure slides into the ring, looks at Stone, then immediately begins laying into Lucious! The hood flies back as he lays into Starr with punches...

Jon McDaniel: SIMON KALIS!!!

Brian Rentfro: Get that nutjob out of here! Security!

Simon drags Lucious to the outside, punching him repeatedly, and Starr slowly comes to from the attacks, flailing wildly at Simon and catching him in the face a few times before crawling over the ring barricade and escaping into the crowd! Simon follows and both men fight into the crowd before the camera loses sight of them. Back in the ring, Matt Stone has ignored all of this as Liz and Katrina have joined him in the ring, strapping all three Championship belts around his waist! The crowd continues booing loudly as both Liz and Katrina hold one of Stone's arms up and he soaks in the moment.

Jon McDaniel: Well, Matt Stone came to Rampage tonight to win another Championship, and by God, he has! Matt Stone, the new AoWF King o' Extreme Champion! Remember, Stone will -

Jon is suddenly cut off as all of the lights in the arena cut abruptly to black! The crowd roars, not sure what is going to happen, when suddenly, a female's voice comes over the loudspeakers!

Some may call it a curse, a life like mine...
...but others, a blessing...
...it's certainly a lonely life, but a fulfilling one, at best...
...it's my cross to bear, and I bear it gladly...
...someone has to take a stand against evil...
...why should it not be me?

Suddenly, the lights in the arena come back up and both Liz and Katrina are face down on the mat, unconscious! Matt Stone looks down at both of them, then turns around to find Emily Corlen standing across the ring from him!

Jon McDaniel: Emily Corlen! ...wait a minute, what's that in her hands!?

He shouts something at her and charges, when suddenly Emily's hands rise up and a fireball shoots from her fingers, catching Stone right between the eyes! The crowd roars as Stone collapses to the mat, gripping his face and screaming as Emily watches on, grinning.

Brian Rentfro: SHE JUST SHOT HIM WITH A DAMN FIREBALL! What the HELL!?

Jon McDaniel: Look at her hands! Flash paper and a lighter! This was her plan all along!

As Stone rolls around on the mat, Emily drops to one knee, still grinning.

Emily Corlen: On July 10, Matt... YOU'RE GONNA BURN!

Emily then rolls out of the ring and walks slowly up the ramp backwards as several EMTs race down to the ring to check on Matt and his girls.

Brian Rentfro: That bitch is crazy!

Jon McDaniel: That 'bitch' just made one hell of a statement going into Summer Sizzler... she will not be disregarded!

"Firebird" by Dreamtale begins playing across the ADC-Tron as Emily stands at the top of the stage, posing with her arms outstretched, as the cameras cut to the PWA logo, then to static.