World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


I See Mystery People

We open inside Rob Robinson’s office, where the PWA’s boss is sitting at his desk, speaking with an unknown man who’s back is facing the camera. Robinson and the mystery man shake hands, apparently making a deal.

Robinson: “You’ve got it, buddy.’ll be the special guest referee in the London’s Burning Match!”

Robinson has on a shit-eating grin as he continues shaking the man’s hand.

A Starr is Lost

We find ourselves backstage in the Hell & High Water locker room. A loud bang is heard off-screen, and the camera pans over to find Joshua Danielson glaring at his cell phone.

Joshua Danielson: What the hell, man?

He presses a few buttons, holding it to his ear. After a few moments, he shakes his head, frowning.

Joshua Danielson: Lucy, it's me. I haven't heard from you since we got here. Where the fuck are you, man?? Hit me back.

Danielson hangs up the phone, frustrated. He punches a dent into a locker, then walks off to the shower room.

Dalten Adler vs Thomas Manchester Black

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, standing five foot ten inches and weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds. From Cologne, Germany The Aerial Aryan, Dolten Adler!

((Song now at 0:29))

Lyrics:" Come wind, Come snow, Come winterland
I have resigned myself to death"

Dolten then comes out from the stage side making his way down the ramp as the song continues. The crowd's disapproval of him being shown through the boos and insults being thrown at him.

"Come will to show the hidden hand
So I can draw my final breath"

((song now at 0:46))

Dolten is now halfway down the ramp but stops as fire shoots up from the sides of the ramp. The flames linger for a bit before dieing down.

"You could take me higher
So you said I trusted you
I may be a liar, but betrayal lies on you"

((song at 1:04))

The flames finally all die and Dolten runs and slides into the ring quickly.

"I can feel when the journey ends
Final call for a last defense"

((song at 1:10))

Dolten quickly stands up looking around at the crowd as the lights get even darker and just a slight red light that illuminates Dolten with a rather sinister look on his face.

"Darkness come tonight
I have no fear of what you hold
Darkness come alive
You are the stories I've been told"

Dolten grabs a turnbuckle and climbs up a little lifting his arms up

"I possess the power
Of survival in the cold
Life is like a flower
As it stumbles out of fall"

Moving to a second corner and doing the same thing.

"We all know when our time has come
This is where I will linger on"

Jumping off the second one and hopping a few times in the center of the ring as the refrain plays again slowly fading as the lights slowly return to normal.

"Darkness come tonight
I have no fear of what you hold
Darkness come alive
You are the stories I've been told
Darkness come tonight
Nothing can take my faith away
Darkness come alive
Life fades to black from silver grey"

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

"Four Rusted Horses" by Marilyn Manson starts up over the PA system, as the crowd explodes for the man known as 'The Queen City Hitman'.

"Ride this dying carousel
Four rusted horses strangled by their own rope
Where children love are singing
We'll know that their tired hearts had broke
That their tired hearts had broke"

Eric Emerson: Now introducing from Tokyo, Japan by the way of his hometown, The Queen City…Charlotte , North Carolina...

TMB comes out from behind the curtains wearing Black and White MMA shorts and boots. He tops that off by wearing a Grey North Carolina Tar Heels Hoodie with a towel over his head & his forearms and fists taped up. On his fist and forearm tape you see the words “Fallen Saint”. Black hardly looks out from the hoodie as he walks toward the ring. He stops and cracks his knuckles before raising his hands in the air.

Eric Emerson: He is “The Queen City Hitman”…

TMB continues to make his way down the ramp way, soaking up the reaction from the crowd that are tossed his way. TMB makes his way up the steel steps and steps over the top rope and doesn't even look at the ref as he makes his way to the middle of the ring. He folds his arms as Carolina Blue and White streamers flood the ring, Japanese style. TMB bows to the fans and goes to the corner as Ring Hands start to clean the streamers from the ring.


"Everyone will come, everyone will come
To my funeral to make sure that I stay dead
Everyone will come, everyone will come
To my funeral to make sure that I stay dead, dead"

TMB doesn't waste any time and immediately attacks Adler with Maui Thai strikes, driving Adler backwards. Unfortunately for him, that isn't enough to help him evade the onslaught. In a desperation move, Adler manages to grab one of Black's arms and tries to whip him into the ropes. Black uses the momentum to swing around Adler and connect with the Branch of Sins. Black covers...1...2...3!

Brian Rentfro: Man, I can't wait for Summer Sizzler to start!

Jon McDaniel: What do you mean? Thomas Manchester Black just won the first match!

Brian Rentfro: You're crazy. Emerson hasn't even had time to sit down from announcing yet.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah? Then explain why the referee is raising Black's arm in the ring and his music just started again?

Brian Rentfro: Well I'll be a son of a bitch!

I See Dead People

Backstage shortly before their match for the PWA Tag-Titles, Chamelion and Raizzor are joined by Bud Adams for a comment about the upcoming match.

Adams: Everyone, please join me in welcoming back, Chamelion and Raizzor, the Krymson Dragons!

He turns, but Chamelion grabs the mic out of Bud’s hand and Raizzor grabs him by the scruff of his collar and pushes him off screen.

Chamelion: We don’t need lead ins for what we have to say. Lucy, your constant barrage of calling me a fuckwit and shit is a lot of colorful metaphors just to put meat on the bones of your promos. If you went without a cuss word for the duration of one of them, you could fit into a thirty second commercial spot… which would please most people since they usually fast forward through those on their DVRS.

Chamelion: Does it make you feel manly to act like an adult, kiddo, saying such dirty words!? Maybe you think it makes your comments more impactful but it’s really just annoying. But let’s cover the ‘meat of the matter’, here. You seem to think I’m a hypocrite for saying one thing, and then something different, about why I left? You focused on THAT of all things!? I left cause I felt disrespected, I left because I needed to find my focus… do I have to leave for ONE reason? Do I need to re-hash the same point? Both are legit, both are real. If anything, I came BACK because I felt disrespected, under appreciated and I needed to make a point about it. I needed to .. kick some ass.. just as you said. Yes, I left for the same reasons, but they also motivated my return. So no, there’s nothing hypocritical about leaving for multiple points, but unlike some who have to retread the same tired point I added to the story, expanded on the facts and did more then just spin in circles like you.

Chamelion: You can laugh and taunt about Simon, but had things progressed believe me you would have seen the results I planned for. Simon may have been signed to Rebel, but representing the PWA, winning the title for the PWA, would have kept him under contract, and a contract in which he knew breaking would potentially damage his career and his future. I’m tired of you making up facts, when I have papers to prove otherwise. It’s as tiresome as your existence.

Raizzor takes over.

Raizzor: Lucious, I had but one goal; to eliminate and punish those who stood against us in the PWA. I did that. Danielson, Rayn, Kalis, You… all fell at my hands. I do not care about where Simon went, or if you followed. I do not care if your motivation against him expands to the ends of the Earth, I had a goal and I achieved it. I did it convincingly, and I did it completely. Now, the present puts us against each other again, and we both seem to be standing on the precipice using our past success against each other as evidence that tomorrow it will lead us to victory. Yet, while we were in self exile, rejuvenating, you have been here, active, and more often than not, falling. It is the excuse you’ll need, when you fall at our hands, that you were worn out while we were fresh and recharged. Use it well, it will be the only excuse you have.

Raizzor: People talk about everyone, Lucious, do not let it go to your head, and do not confuse being famous with being infamous. You are the latter, and while it is true we have all lost our selves, been defeated in times past; the culmination of our careers paints a picture that you may be too blind to see. A picture that reveals that we, my brother and I, are still at the top, that we start there, and we finish there… while you continue to dig a hole so deep, that I may not have the need to bury you… you will do it yourself. Trust in one thing tomorrow, Lucious Starr, that the build up on anger inside us is about to boil over, and you best be careful not to be scalded.

Chamelion finishes up.

Chamelion: Might & Magic have admitted they know this is not to be their night, Danielson is wise to know not to piss me off, but you Lucy… it comes down to two souls, you and the Dragons… it’s a matter of who really believes it’s their time. The thing is, you’ve gone too far, believed your own hype for far too long and you’ve not backed it up when you needed too… yet it’s good to hear you say ‘this time, legitimately’ knowing full well your entire world title reign isn’t worth two cents. Know this, for all the bolstering we’ve done, in a few short hours, it’s the Krymson Dragons who will provide the proof, and destroy the claim that Lucious Starr has any hope of being Tag-Team Champion. GOT IT!?

Throwing the mic down, the Dragons exit stage left.

Cody Bogard vs Marxx

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
The crowd buzzes…
Eric Emerson: Introducing first, Cody Bogard!
The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to Dragon Storm 2007 plays. Once the intro finishes and goes into the main theme, smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

A figure emerges from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure is seen as strobe lights go off to reveal Cody Bogard posing at the entrance way. Cody makes his way to the ring.

Mizukara no ishi de sono tobi tataki
Mizukara no ishi de sono tobira wo hiraku
Taka naru mune no kodou wo Osae kurezu ni
Kokoro ni himeta Tsuyoi toshi wo moyasu

Cody makes his way over to the ring, springing up to the ring apron, climbing the turnbuckle and posing with his arms open in a pose.

Kanayaku daiya no Genseki no youni
[Itsuka wa hikari wo hanatemasu youni...]

Cody jumps from the turnbuckle as he thrusts his arm into the air to a hail of cheers.

Yume no tobira wo hiraku Erabareshi senshitachi
Kagirinaki kanou sei wo Sono mune ni idaita mama
Mizukara wo shinjite tsudoishi nakama wo shinjite
Hatenaki "yume oi bito" wa Ashita e no michi wo iku dake

Cody takes his time to prepare for the match as the theme fades out.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent..

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron, showing black, white and green clips of Marxx fighting is flashing as “I’m Not Afraid” by Lacuna Coil plays in the arena. All of a sudden, the stage ramp starts being covered in smoke as green lights flashes on each side, making the impression that the ramp is a green haze. Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing a sleeveless black coat, studded on the shoulders. He stays in the middle of the entrance ramp, looking down. Then, all of a sudden, he raises his head and does his usual “X” with his arms before slowly extending them as sparkles are falling in front of the entrance.

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Indianapolis, Indiana: Marxx!

He starts walking on the ramp, exchanging high fives with some fans on his way. He stops in front of the ring, then all of a sudden, he turns back and takes off his coat. He climbs inside the ring and then heads towards the corner. He climbs on it, and then makes the same gesture he did on the entrance ramp: an “X” in front of his face with his arms and then extending them to each side. He jumps off the corner and goes to the other side, where he does the same thing.

The sense of equality between these two men leads to a lot of dueling chants from the crowd to start the match. Both men also stall a bit, faking lock ups and trying to get into the head of the other. They finally lock up and go at it. Cody with a side headlock and then they run the ropes and Cody drops Marxx with a shoulder. They go to the mat and go back and forth. Both get to their feet at the same time and the crowd applauds.

Jon McDaniel: Bogard is holding his own against the former World champion.

Brian Rentfro: Why did you have to remind us of that?

Cody takes Marxx out with a sweep and works on the arm. They go to the corner. Marxx fights to the top but Cody knocks him down with a spin kick. Cody goes for a superplex but Marxx fights him. Marxx sends Cody to the apron and kicks him in the mouth. Marxx goes for a tornado DDT on the apron but Cody clotheslines him into the ring.

Cody with shoulder thrusts in the corner now. Cody misses a spin kick and gets hung up on the ropes. Marxx takes him down. Cody gets up but misses two flips. Lots of counters and a 2 count for Cody here. They get back to their feet and the crowd applauds again.

Cody sends Marxx to the floor with a kick. Cody goes to dive over the ropes but he stops. Cody invites Marxx to come back in the ring and holds the ropes open for him as Marxx re-enters. The crowd applauds and they square off again. Cody extends his hand for a shake but Marxx grabs his arm and throws him out of the ring and into the barrier.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx decides to take this match to the people.

Brian Rentfro: What does that even mean? They're not in the crowd, Jon.

Marxx hits a baseball slide, sending Cody back into the barrier. Marxx leaps off the apron and lands on Cody but hits his head on the floor. Marxx brings it back in the ring for a 2 count. Some boo's for Marxx now from the crowd. More offense and another 2 count for Marxx. Marxx chokes Cody as the ref counts.

Cody tries to come back but runs into a boot in the corner. Marxx goes for a tornado DDT out of the corner but Cody counters it. Marxx comes back with a bridge suplex for a 2 count. Marxx with a knee drop and a headlock now. Cody tries to break free but Marxx slams him to the mat by his hair. Marxx chokes Cody on the rope with his boot now and Cody is bleeding from his mouth.

Marxx with another 2 count and more offense. The crowd starts chanting for Cody as he tries to make a comeback. Cody counters and drops Marxx with a big kick. Cody with a standing backflip and gets a 2 count. Cody catches Marxx with a spin kick out of the corner and sends him out to the floor. Cody runs and baseball slides Marxx into the barrier.

Jon McDaniel: A taste of Marxx's own medicine!

Cody front suplexes Marxx over the top of the barrier and leave him laying on it. Cody goes to the apron and lands on Marxx and the barrier. Cody brings it back in and hits a slingshot leg drop from the ropes. Cody goes to the top but Marxx pushes him off. Cody lands hard on the floor.

Marxx brings Cody back in the ring and follows with a steel chair. The ref warns Marxx but he's not listening and the ref pulls the chair away, throwing out of the ring. Marxx ducks a spin kick from Cody who tried to use the distraction, and leg drops Cody's head onto the canvas for a 2 count.. Cody rolls through and to the second rope. Marxx catches him and powerbombs Cod and scores the 3 for the win!

However, as Marxx is celebrating, the ref notices that Cody’s foot was on the ropes. He waves off the 3, telling Marxx the match must continue. Marxx argues with the ref, which is his fatal mistake. Cody regroups, catches Marxx with the Hero Time finisher and covers for a legit 3 count.

Cody is too out of it to celebrate properly, so he rolls out of the ring as the fans cheer. Marxx, once he recovers, shakes his head in frustration, wondering when things will finally turn around for him, and he trudges up the ramp to a round of applause from the fans for his efforts.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx had the match won but he got sloppy.

Brian Rentfro: Yep, when you're competing in a PWA ring, you can't take anything for granted. Unless you're facing Scottie Snow.

More Missing People

The scene opens on Mark "Chamelion" Sommers, standing in the security trailer. He looks around the screens, slapping one of the techs upside the head.

Chamelion: You're telling me that I paid for state-of-the-art security systems, had cameras put everywhere except men's locker rooms, and paid for the best damn tech support the world has...

Mark slaps another techie upside the head, upset.

Chamelion: And you STILL can't find one person? I mean, what the hell do I pay you for?!

Tech 1: Actually, sir... you no longer pay us...


Tech 2: Um... I think what he MEANT, Mr. Sommers, is that sometimes the system needs some repairs when we don't use it often enough...

Chamelion: Then repair the damn systems, genious.

Tech 2: Well, sir, I would GLADLY do that... for YOU... but you see, we've had two guys go down to check it out already and neither of them has reported back...

Chamelion: What the hell are you talking about?

Tech 1: Sir... we have two offline cameras in the parking lot area.

Chamelion: So what? I'm looking for Raizzor. He was right behind me maybe... twenty minutes ago. If that.

Tech 1: Well, sir, that's the thing. Mr. Sommers was seen headed towards your locker room with you after your segment aired... and then he seemed distracted by something, and we lost track of him... as he was heading into... the parking lot.

Chamelion: And no sight of him since then? Nothing in the parking lot cameras, no re-entry into the halls, nothing?

Tech 2: According to our visuals, nothing sir. He seems to have just... vanished.

Chamelion looks to each tech, shaking his head. He looks at the two blank screens, shrugging.

Chamelion: So then where the hell is he??

Scott Motherf’n Snow

Backstage we see Scott Motherf’n Snow and the Masked Lard perusing the refreshment table. Actually, Scottie Snow is watching and shaking his head as the Masked Lard piles a mountain of food onto his plate, humming happily. In his enthusiasm, the Masked Lard accidentally knocks over a water bottle and it crashes to the floor. Something small and furry bolts from underneath the table cloth, over the feet of both men and disappears underneath some boxes of stage equipment.

Scottie Snow takes a step back. “What the…?”

He is drowned out by a high-pitched scream of what can only be a high school girl. The sound is in fact being emitted from the mouth of the Masked Lard, who has dropped his plate and planted his hands on the sides of his face. Van Gogh turns over in his grave.

The Masked Lard suddenly leaps up into Scottie Snow’s arms, which are woefully outmatched by the massive man. Snow instinctively lets go of this heavy burden, and the Masked Lard crashes to the ground, causing the camera to shake. He buries his face in his hands as Scottie Snow walks away, rubbing his aching arms.

Getting the Upper Hand

The camera comes up backstage, where we find Might & Magic sitting in lawn chairs near the parking lot. They're downing popcorn and sodas, laughing as they eyeball something off-screen. Suddenly, a loud CRASH is heard off-screen, and the camera rushes in to determine what happened.

Brian Rentfro: OH MY GAWD!

Jon McDaniel: It's Lucious! And Raizzor!

Brian Rentfro: AND THAT WAS MY CAR!!

The camera finds Lucious Starr rolling off a now shattered windshield. Raizzor stands before the wreckage, looking to have sustained some of his own damage. He backs up a step as Lucious finds himself seated in front of the car, hanging his head. Raizzor charges up, crushing Lucious' head into the fender with a big boot! NO! Lucious ducks the shot, Raizzor's foot denting the fender. Lucious springs up, tackling Raizzor and laying into him with a flurry of punches.

Jon McDaniel: It looks like the bad blood between Raizzor and Lucious couldn't wait! They must have been duking it out in the parking lot since Raizzor showed up!

Brian Rentfro: MY CAR!! My beautiful car! Look what they did to it...

Jon McDaniel: Calm down, Brian. I'm sure The Phoenix will make them pay for the damages...

Brian Rentfro: But you don't understand! The damages are worth more than my car!!

Raizzor manages to shove Lucious off, getting to his feet. Lucious with a swift kick to the sternum, then tosses Raizzor face-first into another car's passenger window. Raizzor comes off, dazed, and Lucious kicks Raizzor back into the car. He charges up, Raizzor quickly dodging as Lucious smacks shoulder-first into the door. Now Raizzor is on the offensive, picking Lucious up for a powerbomb and planting him on the trunk of the car.

Jon McDaniel: Do either of those two realize their match is on?

Brian Rentfro: My caaaaaarrrrrr...

Raizzor lays in a few punches on Lucious, then climbs to the trunk. He gets Lucious up, placing him into a standing head scissors. He starts to lift the Fury, but Lucious catches his leg. The Soul-Taker goes up and over Lucious and lands hard on the roof. Lucious jumps up, slamming a leg across Raizzor's throat. Raizzor rolls off the car, Lucious walking onto the roof. He waits for Raizzor to roll onto his back and jumps, nailing a brutal elbow drop! But no, Raizzor throws up a boot, kicking Lucious square in the jaw! Lucious stumbles into the car, trying to shake it off.

Jon McDaniel: Someone's gotta stop this, they have a match in, like, six seconds!

Raizzor starts to his feet, thrusting himself at Lucious with a vicious clothesline into the side of the car. As if on cue, Moke Doshky comes running up behind Raizzor, nailing a double body splash on both men into the side of the car. They come off, Dragon jumping up to catch Lucious with a mean neck scissor take down. Lucious' head hits the concrete hard, and Moke blasts Raizzor with a clothesline from hell, knocking the Soul Taker out cold. The Tag Team Champions grin as both adversaries are lying unconcious, walking into the arena for their match.

Moke Doshky: Score's even now. Robbie won't mind us keeping these things.

Dragon: And hell, if he's got a problem, he can get over it. We're his friends, not his lackeys.

Might & Magic (c) vs Hell & High Water vs The Krymson Dragons

Tag Team Title Match

Brian Rentfro: My poor car...

Jon McDaniel: What the hell did we just witness? Raizzor and Lucious Starr were beating the hell out of each other in the parking lot, and the Tag Team Champions just took them both out! Call it now- Might and Magic are going to retain!

Eric Emerson: The following tag team contest is an Elimination Tag Match, and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association World Tag Team Championships! Introducing first!

"Come With Me" hits the PA, Chamelion walking out onto the ramp. He seems confused and angry at the no-show by his partner, and starts down to the ring, shaking his head.

Eric Emerson: From Las Vegas, Nevada! Representing the Krymson Dragons, he is Mark "Chamelion" Sommers!!

Mark continues down the ramp, the crowd jeering the returning Sommers heavily. Chamelion flips the bird, walking up the steel steps into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Does Mark even realize what just happened? I mean, he looks more pissed than anything else...

Brian Rentfro: Jon. Do you not see the importance of what just happened? Raizzor and Lucious basically totaled my car. The repairs are going to cost more than the car itself did, and Phoenix isn't going to foot that bill.

Chamelion leans against a turnbuckle, shaking his head as he stares up the entrance ramp. "Come With Me" dies down as another theme pops onto the PA.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent!

"Inside The Fire" blasts through the arena, Danielson slowly pacing out from behind the curtains. His presence elicits a roar of cheers as his team's theme music continues, and he stares into the back. He shakes his head, making his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Representing Hell and High Water, he is the Punisher, Joshua Danielson!!

Danielson continues down the ramp, slapping a few fives and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He walks right up to Chamelion, inquiring as to what's happening. Chamelion shrugs, pissed off, and Danielson stares up the ramp as his music dies.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like neither of these guys knows what happened to his partner. And as a result, here comes the safe bet.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents!

"Hard Rock Hallelujah" hits as Moke Doshky and Dragon walk onto the stage, laughing at the knowledge they posses about the opposing teams. They start down the ramp, pointing and laughing at the two men in the ring, the fans jeering loudly.

Eric Emerson: They are the current PWA World Tag Team Champions, Moke Doshky and Dragon, MIGHT AND MAGIC!!

Doshky and Dragon stop at the bottom of the ramp, looking to each other. Dragon leaps right into the ring as Moke walks around, each one finding their way to the opposite side of the ring. Moke grabs a mic before heading into the ring, their music fading. The referee calls for Doshky to toss the mic, but Moke holds up a finger.

Moke Doshky: One moment, please. Chamelion! Joshua! Oh, what a night for you two. You each get to come down here, not knowing where the hell your partners are, wondering why... they let you down. Well, I have some good news... and I have some bad news. Dragon, my friend, why don't you give them the good news?

Doshky laughs as he hands the mic to Dragon, Chamelion and Danielson looking to each other and then to the champs.

Dragon: See, the good news, boys, is that we found your partners. Turns out they couldn't stay away from each other and had a good old-fashioned street fight, right in the parking lot. Oh, you shoulda seen it, it was like watching two wild lions going after a piece of meat tied around the other's neck, just bashing each other's faces in and beating each other dow...

Moke holds up a hand, taking the mic. He grins, looking to their opponents.

Moke Doshky: The bad news is that they've found themselves... "unfit"... to fight this match. So it looks like you two are going to have to defeat us and each other if either of you wants a shot at becoming the new champs.

Chamelion grows infuriated, as Danielson's eyes widen in disbelief. He turns to Chamelion, who blazes past him and clocks Doshky one right on the chin. Doshky falls back a step, but Dragon steps up with a side kick... that's blocked by Danielson! Joshua with a dragon screw to Dragon! Chamelion smacks Doshky in the chest with a vicious backhand chop, Doshky again falling back a step. Chamelion steps back, launching up with the SOS!! Moke falls into the ropes, dazed.

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion is pissed! Doshky and Dragon took out his brother, and he is PISSED!!

Jon McDaniel: But the question is whether this is going to work. The numbers game plays to Might & Magic, even if Chamelion and Danielson do respect each other. At some point, these men are on two seperate teams and will want to bring the titles to his own!

The bell is rung as Chamelion shouts some direction to Danielson, who nods and heads for a corner. Chamelion pulls Doshky off the ropes, slapping him hard across the chest with another backhand. Dragon is to his feet, charging up to Chamelion... until the referee stops him. They argue for a moment, Dragon refusing to head for his corner. At that moment, Danielson pops up from outside the ring, smacking Doshky in the back of the head with a pair of brass knucks! The crowd is roaring as Danielson drops to the floor, throwing the knucks as he runs back to his place on the ring apron. Chamelion steps back as Doshky stumbles off the ropes, throwing his arm up across Moke's chest, the crowd cheering in anticipation.

Jon McDaniel: This could be it! Chamelion and Joshua might have just screwed the Tag Team Champions!

Brian Rentfro: Good! Make those bastards pay for busting my car!

Jon McDaniel: The car they helped damage wasn't yours.

Brian Rentfro: Yea... oh, right. Well, they didn't try to stop my car from being wrecked, so jack 'em up, Mark!!

Mark attempts to lift the big man, but Doshky plants himself, in what can only be instinct. Chamelion throws a set of fists to the big man's gut, then tries to lift him again. Moke is up a few inches... then back to the floor. Cham releases his grip, nailing a shoulder to send Doshky into the ropes. A blind tag as Chamelion steps back, nailing the SOS as Doshky rebounds. Doshky falters, then lands on his back, Chamelion with the cover! Dragon dives off the ropes with a vicious elbow right to Cham's lower back! Dragon is quick on the attack, jumping on Mark and locking in a camel clutch. The referee kneels down, asking Chamelion if he wants to give. Cham violently shakes his head, refusing to submit. Dragon starts yelling at Cham to quit, but is cut off as a foot blasts him square in the mouth. The referee turns as Danielson stands in a fighting position, looking to Chamelion. Cham gives Danielson the thumbs-up, and the Punisher runs back to the corner. Dragon starts to his feet, rubbing his jaw as Chamelion marches up, slapping Dragon across the face. Dragon goes for a haymaker, but Chamelion blocks and slaps Dragon again. Dragon shakes his head, Chamelion charging up for a clothesline... Dragon ducks! The rebound... no! Moke nails Chamelion in the back with a stern kick. Cham holds his back as he slowly comes off the ropes, into a beautifully executed dropkick from Dragon. Cham hits the mat, Dragon making the cover.


Jon McDaniel: Chamelion just burst out, fueled by rage at what these two men did, but the numbers game has caught up with him.

Brian Rentfro: Dammit. I should punch that oaf square in the nuts for what he allowed to happen to my car.

Jon McDaniel: Go ahead, Brian. Sock Doshky in the nads.

Brian Rentfro: Do I LOOK like I want to die?

Dragon is on the attack as Chamelion is on his knees, leaning back. A backhand to the chest, followed by a second, and a third, fourth, fifth, sixth. Dragon winds up for another, but Chamelion falls to the mat. He rolls out of the ring, holding his chest. Dragon paces up to the ropes, holding onto the top rope. Chamelion turns around, Dragon flies! Springboard body splash on the outside! Doshky drops to the floor to aide his partner, Danielson jumping over the ropes on the opposite side. Moke helps his partner to his feet, and both men stalk Chamelion. At that moment, a shout is heard behind them, and they both turn... DANIELSON WITH A FLYING BODY PRESS! Moke and Dragon are sent over the crowd barrier! Cham makes it to his feet, surveying the area. He looks over the crowd barrier, Danielson reaching out. Chamelion grabs his hand, pulling him up and over the barrier to ringside. He checks Danielson, Joshua nodding as he notes he is okay. Cham motions to the ring, saying something to Joshua and both men slide into the ring. Moke and Dragon start to their feet, shaking off the attack by Joshua. They start over the barrier, Danielson and Sommers falling back.

Jon McDaniel: Wait a second...

Brian Rentfro: TAKE 'EM OUT!

Just as M&M are over the barrier, Chamelion and Joshua dive through the second rope and collide with their opponents. Dragon and Doshky fall back into the barrier, Chamelion and Danielson rolling backwards and up to their feet. They nail double dropkicks to Might & Magic, crushing their skulls into the crowd barrier. The duo get back to their feet, Chamelion holding out a hand. Danielson takes a firm grip, the men shaking as they look down at the damage. Danielson is giving instruction now, pointing to the ring. Cham nods, rolling into the ring as Danielson picks up Dragon. He rolls the Champ into the ring, then seats himself in the nearest corner. Dragon starts to his feet... SOS!!! Dragon stumbles back, Danielson stalking up behind him... THE PUNISHMENT! Danielson with the cover!!



Brian Rentfro: Moke Doshky rolls into the ring at the last moment and breaks the pin!

Jon McDaniel: It was SO close, too!

Chamelion starts towards Doshky, but the massive man turns and nails a beastly clothesline. Chamelion backflips, not expecting the blow. Moke turns, Danielson launching into a springboard chop kick... no! Doshky catches him mid-air, burying him into the mat with a spinebuster! Doshky falls back, holding his head as he tries to shake off the effects of the double attack.

Jon McDaniel: Just when Chamelion and Danielson had things covered, Might & Magic seem to find a way back into the game.

Doshky grabs his partner's arm, dragging him to their corner. He turns, Chamelion starting to his feet. Doshky charges across the ring, nailing a brutal shoulder block that sends Chamelion flying across the ring. Moke turns around, watching as Danielson slowly gets to his feet. Moke stalks up, grabbing the Punisher from behind and whipping him across the ring. Danielson lands in a corner, slumping over the top turnbuckle. Doshky charges up, nailing a huge body splash! Danielson starts to drop, but Moke picks him up and wraps his arms into the top ropes. He walks over to where Chamelion is starting to one knee, throwing a punch. Chamelion blocks, throwing a punch back at Moke, which catches the bigger man off-guard. Moke comes back with a left jab, Chamelion falling back, coming back up with another shot to Moke's midsection. Moke stumbles back as Chamelion jumps to his feet, throwing a flurry of jabs into Moke's face. Doshky stumbles back, Chamelion looking for a clothesline. Doshky ducks, catching Cham's arm and tossing him into the turnbuckle with Danielson. The crash catches both men off-guard, and Doshky charges up with a double body splash. Chamelion and Danielson stumble out of the corner, dropping to the mat. Doshky signals to Dragon, who slides into the ring and stalks over to the trio. Doshky and Dragon pick up Danielson and Chamelion, respectively, and execute a double body slam. They turn to each other, grinning from ear to ear. They each move to pick up their opponents, Moke setting up for (Finisher) and Dragon fixing up for a (Finisher).

Jon McDaniel: And just when the Champs seem down and out of it, they find a way back into the game.

Brian Rentfro: Well. That... that sucks.


The lights go out, the arena going nuts. a flash of light surges through the arena, Moke and Dragon dropping their opponents.


The lights come back up, Dragon and Moke staring up the entrance ramp with dark grins. They don't seem to notice as Chamelion and Danielson are rolled out of the ring and two men stalk furiously behind them.

Jon McDaniel: OH, SHIT!

Brian Rentfro: Might & Magic are in trouble now!

Doshky and Dragon realize that no one is coming, and turn around... INTO A DOUBLE CHOKEHOLD! Raizzor and Lucious throw out a thumb on their empty fists, dragging it across their necks. Dragon and Doshky go up... and crash down with simultaneous CHOKESLAMS!! Lucious and Raizzor glare at the two men now on the mat, the crowd roaring.

Jon McDaniel: Might & Magic have met their fate! We're going to have new Tag Team Champions!

Brian Rentfro: Wait... Raizzor and Lucious were beating the hell out of each other earlier; why the hell are they working together now??

Jon McDaniel: Who knows what's going through their heads? Point is, these two are monsters in the ring, and they're going to blow Might & Magic out of the water!!

Moke is on one knee, grasping his throat as he finds his footing. Raizzor starts towards the bulking behemoth, until an arm wraps around his leg. He looks down as Dragon holds his throat, leaping up to take Raizzor out at the knees. Raizzor rolls onto his back, kicking Dragon off his leg. Raizzor gets up, turning to watch Lucious kick Doshky square in the face. Raizzor turns back to Dragon, who attempts a side kick. Raizzor catches it, then pulls Dragon up over his shoulder. He turns, Lucious raising an eyebrow before laying a kick to Doshky.

Brian Rentfro: No damn way.

Lucious pops Moke into a side headlock, throwing Doshky's arm over his shoulder and grabbing his tights.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, HELL no...

Lucious tries to lift Doshky, but his massive weight is too much. He tries again, but to no avail. Doshky starts to fight back, hitting Lucious in the gut. Lucious releases, Doshky taking a step back before attempting a clothesline. Lucious ducks, coming up behind Doshky and

Brian Rentfro: NO DAMN WAY!!


Even Raizzor seems mildly impressed by Lucious' feat of strength, keeping the big man in a torture rack on his shoulders. Raizzor and Lucious act simultaneously, Dragon nailed with a TOMBSTONE SHOULDERBREAKER!! HELL'S WRATH TO DOSHKY!!

Jon McDaniel: It's over for the champs!

Brian Rentfro: Son of a damn...

Raizzor places one foot on the chest of Dragon, while Lucious stumbles a but before dropping as dead weight onto Doshky.


Eric Emerson: Might & Magic have been eliminated!!

Jon McDaniel: Which means one way or the other, we will have NEW Tag Team Champions!!

Brian Rentfro: Son of a DAMN.

Raizzor rolls Dragon out of the ring as Chamelion rolls in, patting his brother on the back. Danielson charges in, checking on his partner. Raizzor walks over, Danielson standing in a defensive position. Raizzor holds up a hand in peace, walking up to Starr. Lucious looks up, finding the hand of the Soul Taker outstretched. Lucious is cautious at first, unsure of how to react, but takes his hand. Raizzor helps Lucious to his feet, then pulls him in until they are nose-to-nose.

Raizzor: Now. We finish this.

Lucious nods, each man turning to their partner. Danielson heads for his corner, as does Chamelion, Raizzor and Lucious circling each other.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell just happened?? Are they, like, friends or something?

Jon McDaniel: I don't think so. It looks like they put aside their differences to deal with Might & Magic, and now that they have, they're finishing what they started in the parking lot.

Brian Rentfro: That DOES make sense...

Raizzor and Lucious lock up, looking for an advantage. The two seemed evenly matched, neither giving an inch. Raizzor steps forward, but is unable to gain any advantage as Lucious plants himself and pushes forward. Raizzor takes a step back, releasing and Lucious barrels into the ropes, rebounding. Raizzor looks for a clothesline, ducked, Lucious rebounds again. A shoulder block, dodged, Lucious jumps to the second rope and springboards, looking for a clothesline. Raizzor ducks, Lucious rolling to his feet and turns, both men nailing the other with a vicious clothesline. They lie on the mat for a moment, then Raizzor starts to rise. Lucious stirs, also starting up, both men seated mere inches from each other. Shots are fired, a flurry of punches from each men being dealt to the other as they remain seated, trying to gain momentum. Raizzor swings with a big fist, Lucious drops backwards on the mat. Raizzor misses and Lucious kip-ups to his feet, nailing Raizzor in the chest with a mean backhand. Raizzor reels as Lucious winds up for another shot, blasting the Soul Taker in the chest again. Lucious starts to taunt to the crowd, who seem to be a mix of cheers and boos, as he readies himself for another shot. Raizzor rolls to his belly, pushing himself off the mat and turning to face Lucious, who fires another backhand to Raizzor's chest. Raizzor starts back, Lucious looking for a dropkick, but Raizzor shoves him off and the Fury lands face-down on the mat. He starts up but is stopped as Raizzor grabs his foot, starting in on an ankle lock. Lucious is taken aback, but quickly rolls over and kicks Raizzor off his foot. Raizzor falls into the ropes, rebounding as Lucious gets to his feet, nailing a huge shoulder block.

Brian Rentfro: These two men have seven different kinds of hatred for each other, but it almost seems like there's a tiny ounce of respect there as well.

Jon McDaniel: I'm sure neither will admit it, but these two have given each other too much NOT to have some respect for each other.

Raizzor goes for the cover, but only gets a one before Lucious manages a shoulder up. Raizzor starts to his feet, stalking Lucious. As the Fury rises, Raizzor grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. Raizzor charges up after, nailing a huge body splash in the corner. A blind tag as Lucious stumbles out of the ropes, Chamelion springboarding into the ring with a dropkick that floors Lucious. Cham goes for a cover, but the referee notes Lucious' foot on the bottom rope. Chamelion gets up, dragging Lucious to the middle of the ring... at which point Lucious reverses, pulling Chamelion into a small package!

Kick out at 2 1/2.

Brian Rentfro: Some uncharacteristic talent there by Lucious, trying to turn this thing around quickly. If he can end this soon, Hell and High Water might find their first title reign!

Jon McDaniel: If he's smart, he'll tag out and regroup. After what he did to Moke Doshky, he's got to be drained.

Chamelion lifts Lucious to his feet, whipping the Fury across the ring. A dropkick from Cham, Lucious ducks under and catches the top rope. Chamelion charges, Lucious ducking at the last minute and throwing Cham with a back body drop. He stumbles off the ropes, Cham barely grabbing the top rope and landing on the apron. Lucious stumbles to his corner, Chamelion jumping into the ring to try and stop the tag. He flies up behind Lucious and nails him in the back with an axe hammer, Lucious stumbling. Cham turns Lucious around, not seeing the tag by Danielson, and throws Lucious with a belly-to-belly. Danielson flies over the top rope and nails a beautiful elbow drop to an unsuspecting Chamelion. Danielson with the cover.


Danielson rolls off, charging up the nearest turnbuckle. He waits as Cham gets to his feet... body splash! NO! Chamelion ducks, Joshua sprawling out on the mat as Chamelion flashes his chesire grin, taking a spot in the corner.

Jon McDaniel: It's all over for Hell & High Water!

Brian Rentfro: Krymson Dragons grab another title!

Joshua starts to his feet, wobbling, Chamelion starting towards his dazed foe. Joshua turns around... SWEET SOUND OF SUCCESS!! NO!

Jon McDaniel: HOLY SHIT!

Brian Rentfro: Danielson caught it! Danielson caught it! He had it scouted!!

Chamelion stares wide-eyed as Danielson flashes a grin of his own, quickly dropping Cham's foot and nailing a tornado kick! Chamelion is floored, Danielson motioning to the crowd, the roar of the audience is deafening.

Brian Rentfro: The one man in this match who gets the popular vote.

Jon McDaniel: And he's about to upset the Krymson Dragons!!

Danielson stalks up behind a rising Chamelion, picking him up into an electric chair. The crowd roars as he reaches up, grabbing Cham's neck. Lucious charges across the ring and spears Raizzor off the apron as Danielson drops Chamelion with THE PUNISHMENT!! THE COVER!!





Eric Emerson: Here are your winners and the NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW Pioneer Wrestling Association World Tag Team Champions, Joshua Danielson and Lucious Starr, HEEEEEEELLLLLLL AND HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATEERRRRRRRR!!


Brian Rentfro: Starr and Danielson finally prove themselves by taking their first tag team titles together! This is great!

Danielson rolls out of the ring as Lucious comes around with the Tag Team Championships, the two celebrating as they climb into the crowd. The Krymson Dragons look on, frustrated and upset.

Jon McDaniel: The Dragons came with everything they had, but this round belonged to Hell and High Water!

Brian Rentfro: I still can't believe they pulled it off! Well, congrats to the new champs, now on to the next match!!

Your Face is Burning

Backstage of the PWA Dome, we find the AOWF Tag-Team Champions relaxing before their big matches tonight. Jethro Hayes seems to be asleep, perhaps trying to take in a quick nap. Matthew Engel has his iPod on and rocking out to some tunes. He yells out.

Matthew Engel: "You know what I'm tired of?"

Hayes is startled and sits up, looking over at Engel with a not-so-pleasant look on his face.

Jethro Hayes: "What?"

Engel takes one of his earplugs out.

Matthew Engel: "Fucking parking in goddamn downtown Milwaukee. Why the hell do I live there?"

Jethro Hayes: "I don't know, bro."

Matthew Engel: "Gonna change that up. I'll win this match tonight and use my bonus to get a house in Bermuda again."

Jethro Hayes: "Dude, that's a lot of money."

Matthew Engel: "I'm worth it. So's the family."

Jethro nods his head, can't argue with that.

Jethro Hayes: "Any advice for Panzadise tonight?"

Matthew Engel: "Watch out for the boot."

Jethro Hayes: "Ha, no seriously. Never been in this kind of match before."

Matthew Engel: "Watch out for the boot to the face, I mean."

Jethro Hayes: "Thanks, you've been a great help."

Hayes rolls his eyes and tries to go back to napping.

Matthew Engel: "Is 33 old now a days?"

Jethro Hayes: "Not in real life, but in sports it's old as dirt."

Engel shakes his head.

Matthew Engel: "So someone that's old as dirt beat you?"

Jethro Hayes: "I'm just saying that's what sportswriters think. Me personally... it's all about genetics."

Matthew Engel: "What do you know about genetics?"

Hayes turns around toward Engel again.

Jethro Hayes: "I know plenty. You might be 33, but you still move pretty fast despite all the injuries you've sustained."

Matthew Engel: "Not fast enough, it seems."

Jethro Hayes: "So Teresa beat you, quit moping over it."

Matthew Engel: "Yeah. Would have been nice to get that win though."

Jethro Hayes: "Tell me about it. More ammo for Victory to yell out just how great they are."

Engel slams his fist against the wall, but then laughs mockingly because obviously he's a bastard.

Jethro Hayes: "Hey, calm down. Don't wear yourself out before your big match tonight."

Matthew Engel: "I should have beat her."

Jethro Hayes: "You'll get her next time."

Hayes turned back around to his sleeping position again, not really highlights of Summer Sizzler so far.

Matthew Engel: "You know... I fucked her."

Hayes' eyes widened.

Jethro Hayes: "What'd you do?"

Engel stood up and Hayes turned back around. Engel began to make pelvic thrusts and stick his tongue out, but Hayes threw his hands up and yelled at him to stop. Engel sat back down.

Jethro Hayes: "Very funny. What did you do to screw her over? Switch her vitamins out for ecstasy?"

Matthew Engel: "No...what? That's the stupidest idea ever."

Hayes give Engel the middle finger.

Matthew Engel: "I mean I literally --"

Knock, knock.

Jethro Hayes: "No speaka English!"

Matthew Engel: "I told you to learn another language and culture yourself, dumbass. What?!"

PWA Staffer (from outside the door): "Mr. Hayes, Rob Robinson needs you to sign this waiver in case anything terrible happens to you and you choose to sue the PWA."

Engel laughs. He remembers when he had to do this.

Jethro Hayes: "Alright alright."

Hayes gets up and opens the door, taking the clipboard and signing the piece of paper immediately.

Jethro Hayes: "Tell Rob that I ain't gonna sue him. I'm gonna make sure his butt-buddy Panzadise gets barbequed, however."

The staff guy doesn't even know what to say. He just turns and walks away.

Matthew Engel: "Think Emily Corlen is going to walk out tonight as World Champion?"

Jethro Hayes: "Probably not."

Matthew Engel: "Yeah, me either. If I get beat, it will probably be by Stone."

Jethro Hayes: "He's a tough little fucker."

Hayes sits back down.

Matthew Engel: "You know what's funny? Emily's all.. 'this is my ONE AND ONLY SHOT EVER, EVEN THOUGH I GOT A CHANCE LAST MONTH, AND I GOT TO MAKE THE BEST OF IT!' It sounds retarded as hell, yet the PWA has given Matt Stone ample opportunities to win the big one. She believes enthusiastically that she's better than him, wouldn't she believe she'd get another shot before him?"

Jethro Hayes: "Stone's got gold like Corlen's got cheeseburgers, man. Who knows. It's all up to Robinson anyway, and who knows what he's got planned when he's got Yoo-hoo getting pumped straight into his blood."

Matthew Engel: "That's insane. Wouldn't he OD on that?"

Jethro Hayes: "I imagine, but he's got such a high tolerance now he can withstand about a thousand times more Yoo-hoo than the average person."

Matthew Engel: "Oh. Well that makes sense. Wouldn't it be hilarious if you read on the news that he died due to overdosing on chocolate milk and when you read it you laughed so hard chocolate milk was coming out of your nose?"

Hayes looked at Engel with a confused look.

Jethro Hayes: "Did you get enough sleep last night?"

Matthew Engel: "I didn't get any sleep last night. I feel confident as hell, yet I just couldn't sleep. I've got problems man."

Jethro Hayes: "Lay it on me."

Matthew Engel: "You're never gonna believe it. Get the fucking camera out of here, though."

Hayes gives a 'shoo' motion at the camera and they leave the locker room. Cut back to ringside.

Making Friends and Influencing People

We're backstage in President Robinson's office again. He's on the phone and sounds none too happy.

President Robinson: Look, you just sign that contract and get it back to me. You may own the rights to your name and likeness, but I own your legacy! You want me to erase Sudden Impact from the history books? Want me to negate your World titles? Be my guest. Let me tell you something, "pal", you're a nobody today. So when Rob Fucking Robinson calls you and says he wants to put out a DVD of your career, you say "thank you, sir, its an honor, sir". You don't hold the cards, I do!

President Robinson: What's that?

President Robinson: Oh, really?

President Robinson: You show your face around here and I'll slap the taste out of your mouth.

President Robinson: No, that's not a threat, that's a goddamn promise!

Ash Nukem (c) vs Nadare vs Vicious Vic Wagner

Grizzly Beer Title Match
Church of the Glowing Taco Match

PWA ring announcer Eric Emerson is inside the Church of the Glowing Taco. He is dressed like a Taco Bell employee, including a black visor and a headset so that he can take orders.

Eric Emerson: “This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship!”

Just then, the Beverly Hills Cop theme begins to play.

Eric Emerson: “First, the champion. Weighing in at 175 pounds. From parts unknown. He’s your PWA Grizzly Beer Champion. Ladies and gentleman, Ash Nukem!”

Nukem struts around the Taco Bell dining room, attempting to give out some hand slaps, but the customers are more concerned with their meals than with wrestling.

Eric Emerson: “And his challengers. First. From Munich, Germany. Weighing in at 264 pounds...”

Just then, you can see Vicious Vic Wagner sprinting through the kitchen area. He leaps over the cash register and into the dining room, spearing Ash Nukem to the ground. Vic grabs the Grizzly Beer Title and smashes it over Nukem’s head.

Brian Rentrfo: “Now that’s how you make an entrance!”

Vic drags Nukem over near the cash register, where there is a conveniently placed holy water basin sitting next to it. Vic grins, and then dunks Ash’s head into the holy water. Ash swings his arms around, obviously struggling without air. About 20 seconds later, Vic pulls Ash back above water, and then smashes his head into the cash register.

Vic walks around to the kitchen area and pulls Ash over the counter. But as he’s dragging him over, Ash swings his leg around and plants Vic with a kick to head. Vic staggers back, as Ash lays into him with some right hands.

Jon McDaniel: “Ash now getting the upper hand!”

Ash continues his assault, as Vic drops to one knee. Ash looks around and sees a squirt bottle of Taco Bell Baja Sauce. He grabs the bottle and sprays Vic in the eyes. Vic groans in pain as he tries to regain his vision. Ash then winds up and smashes the Baja Sauce bottle over Vic’s head, as the sauce explodes all over the kitchen area. Ash gives the sauce a taste and nods in approval, and then dropkicks Vic in the head sending him to the ground. Ash looks around the kitchen and notices the Quesadilla maker. He pulls Vic up to his feet and locks him in an arm bar. He then opens up the Quesadilla maker and sticks Vic’s hand inside. Ash lowers the top and presses Vic’s hand down inside the Quesadilla maker! Vic is screaming in pain.

Brian Rentfro: “Ash is turning Vic’s hand into a late night munchy!”

Vic is desperate, so he reaches over with his other hand and grabs a handful of Cinnamon Twists. He crushes them in his hand, creating a cinnamon powder, and rubs it into Ash’s eyes. Vic pulls his hand out from the Quesadilla press and slaps Ash with it. Ash can’t see a thing, and he just got bitch slapped. Vic then looks to have a bright idea. He picks Ash up, belly-to-belly, and drops Ash face first with a flapjack right onto the Quesadilla maker. Ash holds his face in pain as Vic laughs.

Jon McDaniel: “So it just hit me. Where in the hell is Hiro Takawa?”

Brian Rentfro: “He’s probably out in the dining room praying he doesn’t have to get involved in this match.”

Jon McDaniel: “Hallelujah to that.”

Vic is looking around the kitchen, scouting out his next plan of attack. Meanwhile, Ash crawls over to a table and sees a Crunch Wrap Supreme. He grabs it and launches it at Vic like a ninja star. It slices Vic right in the neck, but he doesn’t seem to care. Vic grabs the Crunch Wrap off the ground and takes a bite, as Ash shakes his head in despair.

Brian Rentfro: “Looks like Vic is fueling up on Fourth Meal!”

Jon McDaniel: “Only in the PWA!”

Vic walks over to Ash, and smashes what’s left of the Crunch Wrap Supreme over his head. Ash doesn’t know where he is, as he helplessly crawls between Vic’s legs. Vic then wraps his arms around Ash’s waist and picks him up overhead. VICIOUS CYCLE! Vic smashes him through a table with the Vicious Cycle. For the first time in the match, referee Daniel Davis enters the scene, expecting Vic to cover Ash. Vic laughs and grabs the referee by the throat. He then picks up a Taco Bell $5 Dollar Box and puts it over the referee’s head, and then delivers a series of head-butts to him before throwing him onto the ground.

Jon McDaniel: “Apparently Vic doesn’t need a referee to beat Ash Nukem?”

Brian Rentfro: “He may regret that choice!”

Now back to his senses, Ash runs along the main Taco Bell counter and leaps off, wrapping his legs around Vic’s head. His body spins around Vic’s head three times until he finally finishes with a nasty huricanrana that sends Vic flying back out into the dining room. Ash then goes out into the dining room and stands behind Vic, waiting for him to get to his feet. As soon as Vic stands up, Ash hits the SENSORY OVERLOAD! Vic’s head bounces off the ground and he looks to be unconscious. Ash then realizes there is no referee to make the count, so he heads back into the kitchen area to revive Daniel Davis. On his way to the back, the drive-through window swings open, and a man grabs Ash Nukem and begins pulling him through the window!

Jon McDaniel: “IT’S HIRO TAKAWA!”

Brian Rentfro: “Ash must have gotten Hiro’s order wrong!”

Takawa manages to pull Ash through the window, and now outside the building, Takawa and Ash are going at it. Takawa is getting the upper hand, as he drives a couple forearms into Ash’s face, and then uses his speed to get behind him and lock him in an abdominal stretch. Takawa then delivers some knife-edged chops to Ash’s exposed chest, dropping Ash down to one knee. Still behind Ash, Takawa takes a seat on the small of his back and begins to lock Ash in one of his patented submission moves. Takawa has Ash caught in the H-LOCK! Ash doesn’t even have a free arm to tap out if he wanted to. Takawa realizes there is no referee in sight, so as a good sport, he lets a now unconscious Nukem out of the hold. Takawa appears aggravated, knowing he could have won the match right there had their been a referee.

Jon McDaniel: “Takawa should be the new Grizzly Beer Champion! He made Ash pass out in the H-Lock!”

Brian Rentfro: “This is a Church of the Glowing Taco Match, Jon. I think it’s become obvious it’s going to take something special to win this thing.”

Without any other option, Takawa picks Ash’s unconscious body off the pavement and throws him over his shoulder. He then carries Ash across the street and back to the PWA Dome! After a few minutes, the crowd pops as Takawa enters the arena and begins walking down the entrance ramp with Ash Nukem draped over his shoulder!

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like Takawa wants a more traditional match!”

Takawa rolls Nukem under the bottom ropes and enters the ring. Just then, senior referee Lance Weston races down to the ring. Takawa begins explaining to Weston what happened over at Taco Bell, and how he made Ash pass out with a submission move. Just then, Ash begins to come to his senses in the background. Ash rolls up Takawa from behind, and Weston drops down to the mat to make the count...



2 1/2...


Takawa kicks out and gets back to his feet. Takawa and Ash begin circling each other, as the crowd begins going crazy.

Brian Rentfro: “We’ve got ourselves a match now!”

Takawa and Ash lock up, but Ash gets the upper hand. Ash then whips Takawa into the ropes, but on the way back, Takawa connects with a handspring corkscrew roundhouse kick! Takawa covers...



2 1/2...


Both men are once again back to their feet. Takawa takes Ash down with a Japanese armdrag, and then when Ash gets back up, Takawa goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Ash reverses it with a Frankensteiner into a cover!



2 1/2...


Takawa just manages to squirm his way out. Suddenly, a group of three men begin to make their way to the ring. They are dressed in long black cloaks, with hoods covering their heads, and they are handing out tacos to the fans as they make their way to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: “Well, it appears we have three Taco Monks making their way to the ring.”

Brian Rentfro: “If these guys don’t want to wrestle over at the church, then the church is going to come to them!”
Takawa and Nukem look surprised as the three Taco Monks enter the ring and stand in a row. Suddenly, two of the monks pull their hoods down to reveal...Scottie Snow and Mr. Hardcore! Ash charges at them and leaps up for a cross body splash, but Snow and Hardcore catch him sideways, and drop him down on the mat with a double powerslam! Takawa seems unsure what to do, as he ponders helping Ash out. Takawa decides to do the right thing, as he walks over and grabs Scottie Snow from behind. He turns him around, and he hits the DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT! Scottie Snow is knocked out as the crowd goes absolutely nuts! Meanwhile, Mr. Hardcore and Ash are now brawling outside of the ring. You can tell Takawa has decided he’s going to execute a dive to the outside, so he hits the opposite ropes and takes off. But on his way across the ring, the last remaining Taco Monk charges in at Takawa and hits him with a running double axe handle across the face! The monk stands over Takawa and removes his hood...

Brian Rentfro: “IT’S VICIOUS VIC!”

Vic rips off the rest of his cloak and costume and begins stomping away on Takawa. He then stands over Takawa, waiting for him to get to his feet. As soon as Takawa stumbles back to a standing position, Vic grabs him underneath the chin at a pressure point, locks his arm, and hits the VIRTUE OF VICIOUS! Takawa’s head slams off the mat. Vic makes the cover...



Ash Nukem gets free from Mr. hardcore on the outside and slides in to break up the pin. But he’s too late...


Eric Emerson: Your winner. And NEEEEWWWWW Grizzly Beer Champion! Vicious Vic Wagner!

One More Pep Talk

The camera shifts backstage to the locker room of "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen, where we find our heroine deep in thought, her chin resting on her hands as her fiancee, Victory Wrestling's own Johnny Maverick, quietly rubs her back in an attempt to relax her. A few times, Johnny opens his mouth as though he has something to say, but merely shakes his head and convinces himself now's probably not the best time. A knock at the door catches his attention; Emily doesn't budge.

Johnny Maverick: Enter.

The door opens and Johnny immediately regrets granting permission as Emily's ex-brother in law, David Blazenwing, walks through the door, a VIP pass around his neck. He closes the locker room door behind him and Johnny merely stares a hole through Blazenwing as he takes a seat on the opposite side of Emily from Johnny.

David Blazenwing: Hey, kiddo. You alright?

Emily turns her head slightly, smiling a little.

Emily Corlen: You're the last person I expected to see here tonight.

David Blazenwing: What, and miss the night my baby sister becomes the Undisputed World Champion of the PWA? Pssh! You obviously don't know me as well as you thought you did!

Johnny rolls his eyes as Emily laughs, leaning over and hugging Dave.

Johnny Maverick: Excuse me.

Johnny stands up, still glaring at Blazenwing, then walks over to the far corner of the locker room before pulling out his cell phone and making a call - or at least pretending to so he doesn't have to be near Blazenwing.

David Blazenwing: I take it Johnny still hates me?

Emily Corlen: Completely.

David Blazenwing: He, uh, does know I'm coming to your wedding, right?

Emily Corlen: Yeah. He wasn't happy, but when I told him you were giving me away, there wasn't a whole lot he could say.

Emily smiles somewhat somberly.

Emily Corlen: Thanks for that, by the way. With Dad gone...

David puts his hand up, grinning.

David Blazenwing: Say no more. I just wish Eric and Faye could be here to see you getting married, kiddo... just a few more days, I can't believe it! I remember when you barely came up to my waist!

Emily grins.

Emily Corlen: Hey, it's not my fault I didn't have a growth spurt until I was 16!

David Blazenwing: And it's a good thing, too... I thought for sure you'd be playing a part in a Smurfs play somewhere!

David and Emily both laugh.

Emily Corlen: How do you always know what to say to make me feel better?

David Blazenwing: I'm family, Em. It's what we do for each other.

Blazenwing leans in and kisses Emily's forehead in a very paternal way; he still recoils quickly when he notices Johnny glaring at him again from across the room. Emily stands up, exhaling sharply, and David follows suit, placing his hands on Emily's shoulders.

David Blazenwing: Now, listen to me, kiddo, because I'm only going to say this one time. I know you're scared. You have every right to be. Tonight, you're stepping into the ring with two of the greatest to ever grace a PWA ring. Two guys I've never even beaten.

Emily nods.

David Blazenwing: So, here's what I want you to do. Don't go out there for me. Don't go out there for Johnny. Don't go out there for Jen, Katie, Sarah or any other person in the Goddamn world except for yourself, do you understand me?

Emily thinks for a moment, then nods.

David Blazenwing: Go out there tonight and fight like it's the last match you're ever going to have. Leave everything you have in that ring, and when - not if, WHEN - your arm is raised and they hand you that big, shiny Championship belt, I want you to take it, strap that sumbitch around your waist, take off and never, EVER look back. Do you hear me?

Emily Corlen: I... guess...

David Blazenwing: No... do you hear me?!

Emily Corlen: Yes!

David Blazenwing: I SAID, DO YOU HEAR ME!?

Emily Corlen: YES!

David Blazenwing: Who's the next Undisputed PWA World Champion?

Emily Corlen: I AM!

David grins widely.

David Blazenwing: You take that passion, that fire that you're feeling right now, you go out there, and you make your dreams come true!

Emily nods again, then leans in and hugs Blazenwing hard.

Emily Corlen: Thank you... for everything.

Emily breaks the hug, then high fives Dave before exiting the locker room. Blazenwing watches her go, a look of pride on his face, before sitting down on the bench where Emily was sitting. A moment later, he glances up to see Johnny standing above him, arms folded, glaring.

Johnny Maverick: You can leave now. In fact, I recommend it.

David Blazenwing: ...fair enough.

David stands up, dusts off his shoulder mockingly, then smirks.

David Blazenwing: You know, Johnathan, you have anger issues. You should really look into that.

Blazenwing laughs and slaps Maverick hard on the shoulder before turning and exiting the locker room himself. Johnny seems at a loss for words and more than a little disturbed that Blazenwing actually touched him as the camera fades back to ringside.

Panzadise vs Jethro Hayes

London's Burning Match

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen; our next match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and is a LONDON'S BURNING MATCH!

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 to the cage door, climbing inside and standing in the center of the ring.

Eric Emerson: 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.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The road winds through a small city, but the image of the very arena in which we are having the PWA show tonight comes into view around a corner. Jethro climbs through the cage door and into the center of the ring, staying focused and keeping his attention on Dise.

(Chorus with John Michael Montgomery singing)

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

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

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

Jethro is pacing inside the ring. The blacktop road in front of us enters the arena's door and heads somewhere inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The chorus hits up again...

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

Jethro climbs the final turnbuckle, and points to this section of the crowd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jon McDaniel: The tension between these two is arguably more violent than the cage itself, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: As big as this match is for Hayes, it's just as important for Panzadise to prove that his dominance in the ring since his return hasn't been by luck at all.

After Panzadise and Jethro Hayes are in the cage and it has been set ablaze, a voice rings out over the PA. “WHO IS THE GREATEST?! ISN'T IT EASY TO SEE?! THE BESTEST OF THE BEST! OH YES, IT'S…!” “Brass Monkey” begins to play and MONKEY MCDEE! is lowered into the ring wearing a referee shirt, a fire extinguisher strapped to his back.


Brian Rentfro: I thought he was dead, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: It seems that was just a rumor! McDee has returned to the PWA! What a historical night!

Brian Rentfro: If I remember correctly, McDee and the NAP never saw eye to eye. This can't be good for Panzadise, Jon. Shenanigans!

Jon McDaniel: If he's anything like his old self, that's true, but McDee will call it down the middle I'm sure! What a surprise!


Dise and Hayes circle each other inside the ring, both with a lot of emotion written over their faces. They look over at McDee, who's ready to go with his fire extinguisher like he's a Ghostbuster or something. Hayes charges and gives Dise a kick to the gut, but Dise swats the kick away and nails Hayes in the nose with a quick elbow. Dise follows it up with a one-two punch combo and then gives Hayes a thunderous lariat that takes him down to the mat. You can almost see Panzadise winded from those couple of moves due to the lack of oxygen inside the burning cage. It is a horrendous environment which these two probably won't last long in. Dise gets Hayes up to his feet, but Hayes counters with elbows to the stomach of Dise and then knocks Dise back a few steps with a desperation jawbreaker! Hayes gets on the attack and hits the Plow right on Dise, piercing him against the cage!!!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Dise is the first to get burned by the unforgiving burning cage and Hayes isn't letting go!

Brian Rentfro: That dumb hick just wants another barbeque! He doesn't care about the welfare of the legendary Panzadise!

Jon McDaniel: And why should he after everything Dise has gone to him?

Dise smashes Hayes across the back several times and Hayes falls to one knee, with Dise able to move off the cage and shove Hayes on his back. Even 20 seconds up against the cage was enough to give Dise severe burns to his back. McDee takes the liberty of cooling Panzadise off with a few seconds of the fire extinguisher. McDee turns to the crowd with a smile and they applaud. Dise doesn't look too pleased.

Hayes manages to squirm around and start hitting Dise in the ribs with his elbow. Dise rakes Hayes across the eyes but rolls away and gets to his feet. Dise delivers two hard kicks to the ribs of the Southern Hero, then backs up several steps and takes a running start. As Dise starts to kick, Hayes sweeps his leg out from under him. Dise crashes down hard on his back and head. Hayes bends down to pull Dise to his feet, but Dise punches back. Hayes steps back and nails Dise in the throat with a kick. Dise collapses to the mat clutching his throat and now Hayes pulls him to his feet. Hayes scoops him up and throws him backwards with a t-bone suplex. Dise crashes into the cage and falls to the mat and rolls back toward the middle of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: I'm sure that took a lot out of Jethro to make that magnificent suplex, especially in that environment.

Brian Rentfro: Stupid, Jon. Dise is gonna let Jethro wear himself out and then destroy him, just watch.

Hayes picks Dise up and drops him down with a sidewalk slam, with Hayes's elbow driving into Dise's throat. Hayes hooks a leg...




Jon McDaniel: Looks like Hayes has a gameplan by going after Dise's throat, trying to make it harder for him to breathe while seems to be letting Hayes wear himself thin.

Brian Rentfro: And Dise's plan is working, look how much it's taking Hayes to get back up to his feet. It's gonna be close to 120 degrees in there, Jon. I'm sweating my bits and pieces off already!

Jon McDaniel: Don't talk about your bits and pieces.

Hayes stands up and measures his opponent, then hits him with a knee drop to the throat. Hayes gets back up and grinds his heel into Dise's face. Dise tries to pull himself to his feet using Hayes, but the Southern Hero shakes his head and shoves him away. Hayes delivers another knee drop and makes the cover.




Hayes pulls Dise to his feet, but Dise gives Hayes a headbutt and then a big boot to the face! Hayes gets turned around from the impact of the boot and Dise comes up behind him, shoving his face right into the burning cage! Jethro screams out in agony as the fans in the front row get a disturbing glimpse of the Southern Hero's face getting grilled on television. Jethro fights out of it by slamming the back of his head into Dise's nose. Hayes covers his face immediately after he prys himself off the cage. Hayes tries for a clothesline but Dise ducks, then kicks Hayes low and takes him down with a running pump-handle slam!




Jon McDaniel: Dise has to be wondering what it is gonna take to put Hayes away.

Brian Rentfro: It won't take much more, Jon! There's no way those two can survive in that heat much longer.

Dise slaps the mat in frustration and yells at McDee demanding the three count, but McDee stands strong and tells Dise it was two. Dise steps back, waiting for Hayes to get to his feet. Hayes struggles and only makes it up to one knee and stops, trying to catch his breath.

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Here comes the NAP!

Jon McDaniel: And they have a Nintendo. How do they figure they're going to get it in there?

Brian Rentfro: A - that's what she said, and B - they're the NAP, Jon. They'll figure it out.

Dise starts kicking at the back of Hayes's head, but Hayes manages to catch Dise's leg and trip him to the mat. Hayes rolls away and gets to his feet, taking his time and keeping his eyes on Dise. The New Age Panzy gets to his feet, but a combo of dizziness and heat exhaustion send him back to one knee.
Hayes pounces on him, locking his arms around Dise's waist and flinging him up off the mat in a german suplex. Hayes is struggling to get back up as Carlos Baega and Tony Danza are ringside, making numerous attempts to get the nintendo system inside the cage but failing because of the fire.

Jon McDaniel: Makes sense that they're wearing oven mitts.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, you normally wear those when you're dealing with heat, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: And if you're a couple of Panzies.

Brian Renfro: What's THAT supposed to mean?! You better hope Panzadise doesn't hear about that!

Hayes grabs Dise by the hair, but Dise scoops Hayes up in a fireman's carry and drops him to the mat with a death valley driver! Dise makes the cover and McDee drops to the mat!




Dise pulls Hayes to his feet by the hair and drags him towards the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: What is Panzadise doing?

Brian Rentfro: Come on, Tony! I thought you were the Boss! Get that damn Nintendo in there!

Finally Tony shoves Carlos aside and whirls the Nintendo system up and over the side of the cage by the rampway. The nintendo system lands right by McDee, grabbing his attention. McDee walks over toward Carlos and Tony who are celebrating and he sprays them down with the fire extinguisher! The crowd bursts out in laughter as Tony and Carlos stumble up the rampway covered in...whatever that white stuff is called that comes out of a fire extinguisher (get your mind out of the gutter). McDee smiles to crowd again and turns toward Dise and Hayes.

Dise pushes Hayes into the ropes and hits him with a high knee to the midsection. The Southern Hero slumps against the ropes and Dise twists Hayes's arms into the ropes, trapping him there.

Brian Rentfro: Hayes is so close to the flaming cage now! Panzadise is making HIMSELF a barbeque tonight!

Dise steps back and then charges Hayes, crushing him right into the side of the cage and holding him there. There is an audible sizzle as Hayes's back is held against the flaming bars. After several long seconds, Dise backs up as Hayes screams, then Dise rushes forward and does it again. Another few seconds pass before Dise backs up and runs forward for a third time. Hayes uses the ropes to pivot up, and Dise runs underneath Hayes, hitting the cage with his head. Dise falls backwards, his hair on fire and flails at his head to extinguish the flames. McDee has no problem spraying Dise again with the fire extinguisher. Dise gets up and heads toward Hayes, but Hayes again uses the ropes to pivot and gives Dise a boot of his own to the face! Dise falls backwards and Hayes starts trying to get loose from the ropes. Dise gets to one knee and stops, panting, as Hayes gets loose and charges Dise.

Jon McDaniel: And Hayes takes Dise down with a hell of a clothesline, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: Alright, that was pretty brutal.

Hayes' back is burned up just like Dise's was earlier in the match. Hayes' face is burned up as well and he thinks it's time for some pay back! Hayes gets Dise up to his feet and gives him a few chops to the chest. Hayes takes Dise down with a running powerslam, showing his brute strength to handle even a guy the size of Panzadise. Hayes drags Dise over to the corner and presses his boot against Dise's face. He shoves Dise's face into the flaming cage with his boot! Dise is screaming for dear life as the left side of his face sizzles against the cage!

Jon McDaniel: Oh God, that just sounds sickening.

But Dise manages to break free by nailing Hayes right where the sun don't shine! (His balls) Hayes drops to his knees and Dise pulls himself up to his feet, obviously severely burned to his face and back just like Hayes is.

Brian Rentfro: And Dise picks Hayes up to his feet and throws him against the cage!

Jon McDaniel: Oh God the impact itself caused Jethro's overalls to get caught on fire! He's going up in flames!

Brian Rentfro: And so is his chance of victory, Jon!

Jethro is desperately trying to put out the fire, so Monkey McDee sprays him down with the extinguisher, but accidently goes a little overboard and blinds Jethro because the extinguisher was sprayed into his eyes. McDee uses the sleeve of his shirt to try and help Jethro clear his eyes, but Panzadise grabs the Nintendo that was snuck into the ring earlier and lays out Jethro with it!

Jethro falls to the mat. Dise makes the cover.





Eric Emerson: And your winner of the match... PANZADISE!!!

The flames immediately stop as the cage begins to cool down and smoke rises up in the air. Dise stands up with burns all over himself. McDee tries to rise Dise's hand as the winner, but they don't suspect a rising Jethro Hayes knock Dise to the back of his head and put him on his belly. McDee is startled by this attack and Hayes locks in the Combine Seat!

Brian Rentfro: What a sore loser, Jon! Dise got the best of him tonight and he can't stand it!

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Brian. It could have gone either way and once again Panzadise needed the Nintendo system to get an advantage!

Hayes has got the Combine Seat locked in and is wrenching it as hard as he can. However, Hayes is laid out by... MONKEY MCDEE?!

Jon McDaniel: What the?

Brian Rentfro: Finally! After all these years, he finally does something that makes sense!

McDee uses the extinguisher to cool down the cage door and kick it open. He demands a microphone from the nearest PWA ring staff. They give him one and McDee goes back to the center of the ring.

McDee (turning to an unconscious Hayes): "I’m sorry I had to do that, Jethro. I really am. But you see, I couldn’t let you continue to hurt my friend Dise here. Granted, he has a knack for getting under people’s skin. You were displeased by his actions here tonight and I get that. So you made your point. I simply provided a counterpoint. Nothing personal. I’m actually a fan."

McDee gives Hayes a thumbs up before lifting an arm up in the air, spinning to face the crowd.

McDee (shouting): "Hellooooo, P-W-A!"

The reaction is mixed from inside the PWA Dome, but the fans are mostly cheering.

McDee: "Sooooo…how ya been?"

He smiles wide.

McDee: "Let me just say that it’s great to be back home. I wish I could say it was like I never left, but…my memory isn’t so great these days. Dying is kinda tough on the old noodle. But I’m much better now…"

McDee wraps an arms around Panzadise.

McDee: "…thanks to my old friend, Dise. Now I know what you’re all thinking…how do I get my hair to look so funky, funky fresh? I’ll let you in on a little secret. You just need a pinch of …”

Panzadise taps him on the shoulder and shakes his head, whispering something to a confused McDee.

McDee: "Right! So why would Monkey McDee join the NAP? Didn’t we always used to be at odds? And to that I say…"

He shrugs.

McDee: "Meh. Maybe… I don’t remember. But I do know one thing. This man next to me took me in after I wandered the streets for over four long years, not knowing who I was or where I came from. He fed and clothed me, gave me back my life. He also got me drunk a few times on Red Monkey beer and drew obscene things on my face with a permanent marker."

Panzadise doubles over in laughter, remembering said event.

McDee: "Sure. Dise is a little rough around the edges. I won’t deny that. But at the end of the day he’s a great entertainer and a damn fine wrestler. All he lacks is a moral compass to keep him focused and on task. That’s where I come in."

McDee’s voice rises in volume and passion.

McDee: "Together, Panzadise and I will usher in a new golden era. We will bring glory back to the PWA! And Taco Tuesdays!!"

McDee raises both his arms triumphantly at the fairly impressive pop from the crowd, flashing his patented “Double M” sign with his fingers.

Panzadise looks around the arena, a smile creeping onto his face. He gestures for the mic and McDee willingly hands it over.

Panzadise: "I have just one thing to say."

He holds out his hand.

Panzadise: "Welcome to Panzadise, buddy!"

McDee accepts his hand and Dise tosses the mic away. But just as we all think the NAP Theme Song is about to hit the sound system, something else does.

Jon McDaniel: It's the PWA World Champion!

"Sympathy for the Devil" hits the sound system as Matthew Engel comes rushing down the rampway. Dise and McDee have exited the cage and Engel rushes right toward them. Engel connects with a running dropkick to Dise's chest, sending to the floor. Engel springs up to his feet and lunges at McDee, who is prepared to defend himself, but Engel looks at Hayes unconscious in the ring and simply tells McDee to "Fuck off" and goes inside the cage.

Brian Rentfro: Dise doesn't look to happy with Engel's involvement, Jon. And I don't blame him. Why does Engel care so much?

Jon McDaniel: He just saw his partner get knocked out by Monkey McDee, I imagine that's why.

Dise is charging toward the cage entrance furiously but McDee grabs his arm, telling him to hold back and wait to fight another day. Engel talks a little trash in Dise's direction and Dise retorts, but follows McDee up the rampway as the NAP Theme Song hits the sound system. EMTs come down to assist Hayes. Just then, Jojo the Million Dollar Monkey appears at the entryway climbs up onto McDee’s shoulder, and gives a little wave himself.

After the NAP disappears behind the scenes, a groggy Jethro Hayes slowly sits up and holds his head. He waves off the medical staff as he leaves the ring and heads backstage with Matthew Engel. The fans applaud him the entire way in appreciation of a great match.

Matthew Engel (c) vs Matt Stone vs Emily Corlen

World Title Match

Jon McDaniel: “Here we are, what we’ve all been waiting for”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt Stone winning the World title?”

John Jon McDaniel: “We’ll see, we’ll see”

Eric Emerson: “The following contest is a triple threat match and it is for the PWA WOOOOOORLD Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first…”

The lights in the arena cut to black as the intro to "Firebird" by Dreamtale hits the P.A. As the crowd cheers loudly, green strobe lights fill the arena and "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen slowly rises up through the stage, her arms outstretched akin to wings. She sweeps her arms over her head and closes them around her mouth, screaming loudly before a single blast of pyro goes off behind her.

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.

Eric Emerson: “Introducing next…”

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

Matt Stone walks out from the back to a chorus of boos, followed by Katrina, Elizabeth Davis and Tyson Cowell. Matt rose his hands in the air looking around at the St. Luis crowd, getting all the attention of the crowd.

Eric Emerson: “He’s from Ottawa, Ontario Canada, weighing in at 215 pounds…”

Matt walked down the aisle followed by his entourage. Stone looked in the ring and glared at Emily, who was glaring right back. Stone just smirked and shook his head, showing Emily exactly what he thought of her

Eric Emerson: “He’s the reigning PWA Intercontinental champion, BWF United States Champion and AoWF King of Extreme champion…”

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

Eric Emerson: “He is Maaaaatt Stooooooone!!!”

Stone got on the apron and turned around, giving last minute instructions to his three stooges, as it were. Halfway through his directions, however, the back of Stone’s head is grabbed and Emily flips him into the ring to the cheers of the crowd!

Brian Rentfro: “What the heck is that?”

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like Emily is eager to get this started!”

Stone starts to get to his feet but he’s met by Emily’s boot, straight to the face! Emily mounts Stone and starts raining blows down upon his face, over and over. Matt covers up, but some of the blows still find their mark. Lance Weston starts counting Emily to get off Matt, but Emily knows that count is meaningless and keeps up the pressure. Lance now tries to pull Emily off and has moderate success as Emily gets off Matt and Stone crawls away, starting to get up. Emily then dashes passed Lance and hits matt in the head with a knee. Once again, Matt goes down, holding his head. For his own safety, Stone rolls under the bottom rope. Emily goes to follow, but stops when the lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: “Introducing now, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...”

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. 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, a mixed but incredibly loud reaction takes over the arena. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring, the recently polished PWA World Heavyweight Championship around his waist.

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. Emily looks back at him and Lance looks to the outside and signals to the time keeper. The bell sounds

Ding Ding

Jon McDaniel: “This is not the way that Matt Stone wanted to start this match”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt Stone doesn’t have to start strong, it’s how you finish that matters.”

Jon McDaniel: “In your case, that’s prematurely, right?”

Matthew Engel and Emily meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Emily quickly get’s behind Matthew and tries to control his right arm, but Matthew quickly drops to the mat and flips Emily over his body. Engel get’s up quickly and Emily gets up as well, running at Engel for a clothesline, however the World Champion quickly counters with a drop toe hold. Emily falls flat on her face. Matthew quickly floats over Emily’s prone body and grabs her head for a side head lock. Meanwhile, Stone is slowly getting up with the help of Katrina and Elizabeth.

Jon McDaniel: ‘Emily seems a little too eager thus far.”

Brian Rentfro: “Yeah, it appears that the Virus is set to tear her apart bit by bit.”

Jon McDaniel: “Tear her apart? The match just started.”

Stone was outside the ring looking in at the action and was quite content with standing there. Emily was trying to power out of the head lock, getting back to her feet and hitting Engel with two shots to the stomach with her elbow. Stone smirked seeing the blows but was quickly kicked in the face when Emily dashed forward and hit him with a baseball slide! Stone fell back to the ground and instantly covered his face as some red trickled through his fingers. Emily got up to admire her handy work and was quickly pulled backwards into a roll up!



Kick Out!

Brian Rentfro: “We almost had a winner that soon!”

Jon McDaniel: “Emily has to have eyes in the back of her head in this match.”

Corlen got up the same time as Matthew and was quickly caught in the stomach with a kick from Engel’s right leg. Emily doubled over and Engel caught her under the chin with a European Uppercut. Emily stood straight up from the impact as Engel span around and caught her under the chin with a vicious elbow. This time Corlen was knocked flat on her back. Matthew got on his knees and hooked her leg as Lance got down for the count



Stone shot in with an elbow to the back of Engel’s head to break up the count. Blood was coming out of Stone’s nose, but that was the least of his worries at this point. Engel looked up at Matt with a smile, knowing he might have just got the victory. Emily rubbed her jaw as Stone got to his feet, looking across at the World Champion. They locked up and Matt did a standing switch within seconds. Stone went for a hammerlock quickly, however once again Engel dropped to his knees to flip Matt over, but Stone was prepared for this and just jumped atop Matthew and caught him with a rear naked choke. Matt cranked Engel’s neck and the Virus flailed his arms for a second before Emily kicked the Matt’s to break the hold. Coughing, Engel rolled to the side and out of the ring to regroup as Matt stood to face Emily. The two locked eyes

Brian Rentfro: “Here we go, let’s see what Emily can do with Matt ready for her.”

John Jon McDaniel: “This is for the World Title, Matt should always be ready.”

Brian Rentfro: “yes, but…”

Jon McDaniel: “But?”

Brian Rentfro: “Ha, you said but”

Matt goes for a lock up with Emily, but Corlen catches him with a quick jab. Stone stumbles back and Corlen goes in for a scoop slam, forcing Matt on his back. Emily then jumps in the air, driving her elbow into the chest of The Cure. Matt coughs out and is brought to his feet by Corlen. Emily whips him into the far corner as the Virus watches on from outside, rubbing his neck. He looks over at Katrina and winks at her, which freaks her out as Engel slides back in the ring. Emily has her back to Matthew and charges at Stone, leaping in the air and connecting with Matt’s body in the corner. Stone collapses in the corner as Emily backs up to admire her handy work. She doesn’t have much time to though as Engel rolls her up from behind.



Emily kicks out at two. Engel is quick to his feet as his Emily. Matthew kicks Emily in the stomach and grabs her right arm, whipping her into the same corner as Stone is sitting, Emily crashes into Stone! Engel then runs in and nails Emily with a spin kick! Matthew rolls over the ropes after he connects as Emily stumbles out of the corner. Matthew springboards off the top rope as Emily turns to face the Virus and Engel flips over her head, grabbing it on the way over and bringing Corlen down with a huge neck breaker!

Brian Rentfro: “What a move by the Virus!”

Rather than go for the cover on Emily, Matthew turns to Stone who is trying to get to his feet in the corner. Engel approaches Stone a little more cautiously than before and catches him in the side of the head with an elbow. Engel throws another elbow that connects with Stone’s head, a bit more blood trickling down his face. Engel catches Matt in the ribs with a knee and takes a step back, looking Stone over. Matthew raises his right leg to kick Stone in the temple, but Matt gets low and tackles The World Champion, driving him down to the mat. Stone starts driving his fists down upon Matthew, but Engel is more proficient with blocking than Stone was earlier. Engel soon rolls Stone on his back and starts shooting down fists. Elizabeth and Katrina start slamming their hands on the apron trying to get Stone back into the brawl, but there is no need for it as Emily kicks Engel in the side of the head. Matthew gets off Matt and leaves an opening for Emily to mount Stone and now she starts hammering down on Matt.

Brian Rentfro: “Stone is taking all sort of punishment, but he’ll bounce back”

Jon McDaniel: “Or he’ll perish into oblivion like last year’s Summer Sizzler. Riona proved that Matt was weak to pure striking and it looks like both his opponents have done their homework”

Emily sent blow after blow down at Matt as Stone covered up. The crowd cheered as Emily pounded down, but Emily didn’t get much time for her assault as Matthew grabbed her by the back of the hair and pulled her off. Emily took a swing at Engel but the wild blow missed and Engel caught Emily in the gut with a knee lift. Corlen doubled over and Matthew picked her up, dropping her behind on the corner. Matthew set Emily up by hooking her arms behind her head and dropping her on his head with the 150%.

Jon McDaniel: “Oh my god, that could be it!”

Engel went for the pin on Emily.



The referee stopped the count as Emily Corlen’s foot was on the bottom rope. Emily didn’t do it, however, Elizabeth had put Emily’s foot on the ropes. Lance was forced to stop the count, however he saw the transgression Lance got to the ropes and stuck his head out, screaming at Elizabeth. After some talk, Lance pointed to the back and ejected Elizabeth! Liz was livid, but was forced to go to the back. The crowd cheered as Elizabeth sulked to the back. Corlen was still down, and Engel contemplates going for another cover, but he sees Stone getting to his feet. Matt seemed out of it, So Engel runs at the ropes and goes for a spring board kick to the head, but Stone drops down at the last moment and Engel is trapped in the ropes, falling out of the ring! Stone saw Emily still down and got an idea, walking over her and going to the top ropes. With his back to the ring, Matt was getting ready for a moonsault. Emily reached her foot up and kicked the middle rope, forcing Matt to lose his balance and Matt falls on the turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: “That’s not good”

Emily gets up quickly and goes to the top as well, bringing Stone up into a standing position. Corlen hooks Stone’s arms behind him and looks out at the crowd, the cheering is overwhelming. Emily looked around one last time and lifted Matt high in the air with a back flip Catalyst! The crowd went crazy as Stone went face first on the canvas!

Jon McDaniel: “Oh my god!”

Brian Rentfro: “That’s not good”

Emily went for a cover after slowly rolling Matt over. She hooked the outside leg as Lance got down for the cover.




Engel just makes the save, breaking up the cover or we would have had a new PWA World Champion. Emily got to her feet and looked down at Stone. Engel went a kick to Emily’s stomach, but Emily catches it. She smiles a bit and spins Engel around.

The Virus is spun around and Emily goes for her own kick, but is quickly side stepped and Engel catches Emily hard in the temple, Corlen falling face down on the mat. Engel wastes no time and quickly get’s to the top rope, glancing back before leaping off the corner, flipping in the air and landing hard across the back of Emily with the Euthanasia!

Brian Rentfro: “Emily is out!”

Matthew rolls her over and covers her, Lance getting down for the count.



Matt Stone crawls over to make the save, but he’s too late


The bell sounds and the Virus get’s off Emily, raising his arm in the air. Lance hands him his title and Engel get’s up to celebrate the victory.

Engel is extremely fatigued as the crowd is on their feet cheering for an amazing match. Corlen and Stone have already gone backstage and just as Engel was about to make his way there as well, his brother Warren Engel shows up at the top of the stage. Engel slides out of the ring and sees him. Warren has a mic.

Warren Engel: Hey.. bro.

Engel shakes his head. We can hear him mouth the word "Why?"

Warren Engel: Why? You know exactly why. I'm here for your career, brother. I'm going to crush it in the palm of my hands and then I'm going to leave this business with no more Engels running around. I'm going to end you right here and now.

Matthew shakes his head. "Don't, Warren" comes out of his mouth.

Warren Engel: It was a cute attempt to try to block me from getting here tonight, but you only delayed your demise a little.

Warren begins to walk down the rampway. The two brothers are face to face now, the crowd is roaring and booing Warren Engel.

Warren Engel: You want to meet the man who opened my eyes?

"Night of the Hunter" by 30 Seconds to Mars hits the sound system as Trevor Knight, also known as Vicious, makes his way from backstage. Matthew's eyes widen and he can't believe it.

Warren Engel: Cut the fucking music.

The music is immediately cut.

Warren Engel: This man behind me is a visionary. He was there for me when you, Joe, Enika; our entire shit family wasn't. He has opened my eyes and given me a rebirth of sorts. He broke me, Matthew. He did unspeakable things to me, but he made me so much stronger and so much more capable. Instead of relying on you, Joe, and the name; I rely on myself. But in order to build a brighter future I have to tear down my past. So, let it begin.

Warren tosses the mic away and immediately throws a right punch, but Matthew ducks underneath and steps back, not wanting to fight his brother. Warren yells "FIGHT ME! COME ON YOU PUSSY!" toward his brother. Matthew blocks a kick and then shoves Warren away, backing up even further. Vicious descends down to the ring, five or six feet behind Warren now.

Jon McDaniel: This doesn't look good for Matthew, Brian, and as Emily said this past week... no one is here to save the Virus.

Brian Rentfro: This is asinsine, Jon. He's one of the best wrestlers in the PWA and no one cares about his well being?!

Jon McDaniel: I have to believe that Jethro would be out here if he wasn't being treated for his injuries sustained during his hellacious match with Panzadise.

Warren connects with a kick to Matthew's gut and then slams him head-first into the side of the apron of the ring. Warren gives Matthew a kick to the face and then proceeds to unchamber lefts and rights into Matthew's head and ribs. Matthew falls to his knees, unable to defend himself. Vicious grabs the mic that Warren threw down.

Vicious: It's sad what you've become, Matthew. A laughingstock. A pariah. A useless piece of shit. And to think, Darren actually chose you over me. What a fool.

Trevor tossed the mic away as Warren continued his beating. Warren brought Matthew up to his feet and threw him into the ringpost head-first. Matthew bounced off of it and went to the floor, his forehead busted wide open. Warren grabbed a kendo stick out from underneath the ring and proceeded to beat Matthew on every inch of his body with it. The crowd was booing harder, security too busy to hold them back and not interrupt their star being brutalized. Warren gave Matthew a kill-shot right to the temple with the kendo stick. Matthew fell against the announcer's table, hitting his head on the corner of the table and falling limp to the floor. He might be dead, but we know for sure he's unconscious.

Jon McDaniel: Come on! This is ridiculous! He's had enough!

Warren raised the kendo stick at Jon, who immediately shut up.

Brian Rentfro: Calm down, Jon. Don't get us in *beep*ing trouble!

Warren continued to beat his unconscious and possibly dead brother in front of the announcer's table. The kendo stick broke on the last hit across the back as Vicious watched on with a big smile across his face. And just when we thought Warren was done, he gave Matthew a kick to the head for good measure. Warren spit on Matthew and then walked around the ring with Vicious and up the rampway. They disappeared backstage as EMTs rushed down to the ring to attend to Matthew Engel.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus... we could have a homicide on our hand, folks. That was one of the most brutal attacks I've seen!

Brian Rentfro: He's not moving, Jon. At all. This.. this isn't good.

The crowd fell silent. Matthew Engel was lifted onto a stretcher, no movement whatsoever; no corny "thumbs up" to the fans to let him know he was okay, not that they actually cared. Engel was eyes wide shut and only moved when the stretcher rapidly moved up the rampway and got jolted around all. EMTs rushed him backstage.

Jon McDaniel: I honestly hope he's okay.. I can't believe no one did anything about it.

Brian Rentfro: He's gonna be fine, right Jon?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know. I just don't know.


At the end of Summer Sizzler, a hobbled Jethro will be walking through the backstage area with his bags leaving the arena. Meanwhile, the scene will be shot in a way where you can see that Tony Danza and Carlos Baerga are taking a joy ride on a forklift in the distance. They lose control of the forklift, and "accidentally" crash into a towering pyramid of soda kegs, which will topple over and bury Jethro. Then, Danza and Baerga will run away, appearing legitimately surprised by what happened, while the announcers comment about how we need an ambulance and they wonder how hurt he may be.