World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick



We're backstage just outside President Robinson's office. Fantastic Andy Strickland enters the frame and knocks on the door. When there's no reponse, he knocks again. Still no answer, so he opens it and walks in. Inside, we find Rob Robinson surrounded by empty Yoohoo Select bottles. He's wearing his Phoenix mask.

Fantastic Andy: No news on the sale of those shares of the company, Rob.

Phoenix: Rob's busy, Andy. You'll need to come back later.

Fantastic Andy: Haha, real funny. I've started the ball rolling on some other things, but we really need a buyer to step up in the next four weeks or so.

Phoenix: Andy, what did I just say? Rob isn't here right now.

Fantastic Andy: Yeah? So who the hell am I talking to?

Phoenix: The Phoenix.

Fantastic Andy: Not this again.

Fantastic Andy drops the papers he's carrying on the desk, turns, and walks out.

Dise 2: Dise Harder

Backstage we find the arrival of the PWA World Champion, Matthew Engel. Still a little worn from the vicious beatdown by the hands of his brother and back to back extremely tough matches at Red White & Bruised and Summer Sizzler, he's managed to make it in tonight looking fresh with a new suit. But his arrival is quickly interrupted by another four-time PWA World Champion.

Panzadise: "Matty."

Engel looks over and sees Dise, removing his shades.

Matthew Engel: "The fuck do you want?"

Engel doesn't look pleased. But honestly, when does he ever?

Panzadise: "When I asked you if you could play, you said with that condescending attitude of yours that it wasn't even a question. Care to put your pride where your mouth is?"

Matthew Engel: "You honestly want to go through with this?"

Dise shakes his head.

Panzadise: "I am the biggest panzy in professional wrestling; a true innovator in and out of the ring. That's a question you should be asking yourself, Matthew."

Matthew Engel: "You're not the only geek who grew up playing Tecmo Bowl, Dise."

Panzadise: "Super Tecmo Bowl."

Matthew Engel: "Whatever. Set it up."

Panzadise: "Very well."

Engel puts his shades back on and walks down the hallway, leaving Dise to showcase his menacing grin. Cut to ringside.

Joshua Danielson vs Thomas Manchester Black

Singles Match

The bell sounds and Black and Danielson circle each other in the ring. Danielson charges for a clothesline but Black ducks underneath and hits Danielson with a flurry of punches and knees. He backs Danielson into the corner and repeatedly smashes the back of his head against the turnbuckle. He gives him a few knees to the gut for good measure. Danielson falls to the mat, unbelieving of what just hit him. Black calls for the end and brings Danielson up to his feet. Black whips him into the ropes but Danielson manages a reversal! Black goes into the ropes and Danielson tries for a clothesline again but Black ducks underneath. Danielson turns around and then gets laid out with the Branch of Sins! Black makes the cover.




Winner: Thomas Manchester Black

Brian Rentfro: Jesus, can anyone stop this guy?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Brian. He destroys his opponent with lots of punches and kicks and then lays them out with a fancy move. How can anyone stop that?

Brian Rentfro: Touche.

You Need Better Security

As we fade backstage we get a glimpse of the PWA Tag Team Champions heading to their locker room. Two beautiful blonde women who have VIP backstage passes wave and blow kisses to them right outside their door. Lucious looks around and then points to himself and the women nod.

Lucious Starr: Oh, the perks to being a Champ!

Joshua Danielson cracks a grin but rolls his eyes. Starr and Danielson quickly go into their locker room and put their tag titles down on a table set up inside of it before heading back to the women.

Lucious Starr: Don't want to get those dirty, do we JD?

Joshua Danielson: Why's that?

Starr licks his lips as they move towards the women.

Lucious Starr: Cause things are gonna get dirty.

Starr laughs and begins chatting up one of the beautiful women, as JD chats up the other. The camera crew however is drawn back into the Hell & High Water locker room. As the camera pans the room we see the bathroom door in the locker room open and Simon Kalis and Masakazu step out. Kalis takes a drag off his lit cigarette and approaches the table with the titles on them.

Simon Kalis: You know. Security has REALLY gotten lax since I left the PWA.

Masakazu: First Engel gets his World title stolen.

Simon Kalis: Then Stone gets his Intercontinental title stolen.

Masakazu: Hrmmm...

They each lift up a tag title and throw them over their shoulders. Simon reaches into his waistline and pulls out two pistols, placing them down pointed towards each other on the table.

Simon Kalis: Rob Robinson really needs better security.

The Kalis father and son high five and snicker as they quietly step outside of the Hell & High Water locker room. JD and Starr are deep in conversation with the two beautiful blondes, but the women take a second to wink in Simon and Masa's direction.

Masakazu: Totus titulus victoria colluctatius...

Masakazu smirks as Simon reaches for his own neck and rips off his old "Pioneer Wrestling" chain and lets it drop to the floor.

Simon Kalis: All Hail niggas.

The Order of Chaos walk off quickly now, with Starr and Danielson blissfully unaware...

Showtime vs Marxx, Emily Corlen, & Vic Wagner

Three on One Match of Death! (Minus the dying)

Showtime gets off to a good start, thanks to his opponents attacking black ninja style. Eventually they wise up with the expected outcome. The three men (actually two men and one woman) beat Showtime to the mat and don't let up. The PWA Hall of Famer makes a valiant attempt to fight back, but the combination of ring rust and overwhelming numbers are too much to overcome. All three men (really two dudes and a chick) hit their finishers and Vic Wagner makes the pin.

Winners: Vicious Vic Wagner, Emily Corlen, and Marxx

After the match, the Phoenix heads to the ring and helps Showtime to his feet. Why would he do that? So he could scoop him up and hit him with the Ashes. Before leaving, the Phoenix pulls a contract out of his tights (ewww!) and leaves it on Showtime's chest.

We're Coming

"Knights of Cydonia" by Muse hits over the speakers. A familiar emblem begins burning over the ADCTron along with the strange sounds of lasers and UFOs, and the crowd doesn't seem to know how to react. Many boo, yet many still cheer.

Jon McDaniel: Is this who I think it is?

Brian Rentfro: These guys have the audacity...

Eric Emerson: It is my pleasure to re-introduce to you...

Simon Kalis and Masakazu step out quickly, the PWA Tag Team titles around their waists but...

Jon McDaniel: Did they spray paint "VICTORY" on one, and "OoC" on the other?! What in the HELL?!

Brian Rentfro: I guess they're not out to "protect and serve" the PWA anymore, are they?

Kalis and Masa raise the titles and spit at the crowd, who now ALL begin to boo them.

Eric Emerson: They are Simon Kalis and Masakazu... THE ORDER... OF.... CHAOS!!!!!

Kalis grabs his crotch and yells out to the crowd to "suck it" as does Masakazu as they make their way to the ring, getting pelted with boos and sneers. Simon and Masa slide into the ring and Eric Emerson throws them two microphones immediately before rushing out of the ring.

Simon Kalis: Shut the *Censored* UP!

Kalis scoffs as he hears the beep from the speakers.

Simon Kalis: Was I just *censored* censored?! *Censored* mother*censored*. Is this what's become of you?

Masakazu: Well we've got news for ya... WE'RE BAAAAAACK!

Masakazu snickers, rolling his eyes.

Simon Kalis: For VICTORY! You assholes chewed me up, spit on me, shit on my grave and left me to rot at the bottom of the ocean. You people are so god damn stupid. The fans of REBEL Pro? Some of them might be rednecks, but they don't have ADD like all of you here.

The crowd boos, visceral in their response.

Masakazu: You think us taking these titles is such a big deal?

The crowd screams and hollers.

Simon Kalis: Lucious still has my youngest son! A guy, a *censored* guy steals my kid and nothing happens to him. He drags me by my neck, lynching me with a rope... And gets me thrown into a looney bin, in the sincerest hopes my career will go down close to the depths where his is.

The crowd suddenly gets quiet.

Masakazu: Well guess what PWA? We know how god damn scared you get, how tight the panties crawl up your camel toes whenever you see this emblem:

Masakazu points to the ADCTron, which flashes with the Order of Chaos seal.

Masakazu: We know when you see us you start to remember how dominant we had been until Jethro Hayes arranged this great fiasco to get us taken out.

Simon Kalis: Have me arrested? Oh but there'll be ample time to dissect the utter faggotry of Second 2 None soon enough.

Simon and Masa spit on the canvas.

Masakazu: You see all of this?

Simon Kalis: It's just the beginning.

Masakazu: But don't worry. We're not about to gather an army of half the roster.

Simon Kalis: Nah. That's soooo 2010.

Masakazu: But we've got a message for Hell and High Water?

Simon Kalis: We're gonna *censored* *censored* you then *censored* *censored* that. So you know.

Masakazu: Then there's this AoW's Finest.

Simon stoops and begins looking around very, very carefully.

Simon Kalis: Hey... Do you see them?

Masakazu kneels down next to Simon, looking around.

Masakazu: See who?

Simon Kalis: Chamelion... And Raizzor?

Masakazu: I think they disappeared again.


Masakazu: We're coming for you little pricks too. Phoenix. Wood. Finale.

Simon Kalis: You're all *censored.* Better believe it, ladies.

Masakazu: And if you don't remember?

Simon Kalis: ALL HAIL!


They drop their microphones and somehow seem to have won some of the crowd over. "Knights of Cydonia" hits again as they hop over the barricade and make their exit through the crowd.

Matthew Engel & Scottie Snow vs Panzadise & Tony Danza

Tag Match

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and gentlemen the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall.”

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 the crowd leaps up in anticipation.

Eric Emerson: “At a combined weight of 455 pounds. Panzadise and Tony Danza...THE NEW AGE PANZIES!”

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

Just then, Tony Danza makes his way onto the entrance ramp wearing a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and what appear to be “Who’s The Boss?” boxer shorts. He looks like someone just dumped a bucket of water over his head, as he bounces down to the ring throwing punches at the air and taunting the fans.

Brian Rentfro: “Danza looks like he’s in great shape. You can tell he’s been training. But where’s Panzadise?”

Jon McDaniel: “I don’t think even Panzadise would team up with a guy wearing that.”

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: “And their opponents.”

"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."

Eric Emerson: “At a combined weight of 425 pounds. Scottie “The Panther” Snow and the PWA World Champion...MATTHEW... “VIRUS”... ENGEL!!!!

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

Scottie Snow races out onto the entrance ramp and does a sorry excuse for a Kung-Fu pose as the crowd pops. He then sprints down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, joining Tony Danza on the mat.

Jon McDaniel: “OK, there’s Scottie Snow. Now where’s Engel?”

Brian Rentfro: “You’re right, this could be a problem. The Panther won’t last two minutes in the ring with the well-oiled machine that is Tony Danza!”

Danza and Snow walk up to each other and begin a stare down in the center of the ring. A few moments go by, and then Danza quickly pulls back his arm and fakes a punch at Snow, causing The Panther to flinch and jump back. Danza smacks his knee and begins obnoxiously laughing at Snow. Meanwhile, the crowd has broken out into a chant-battle...

Half of the crowd: “WE WANT ENGEL!”

Other half of the crowd: “WE WANT DISE!”

Half of the crowd: “WE WANT ENGEL!”

Other half of the crowd: “WE WANT DISE!”

Jon McDaniel: “It’s a shame that these people paid good money to see this.”

Brian Rentfro: “Are you kidding me? This is epic!”

Snow finally gets sick of being taunted by Danza so he sprints in and spears him with the Snow Plow! Snow then mounts him Lou Thesz style and begins pounding Danza with a flurry of rights and lefts. The referee shrugs his shoulders and signals for the bell. This match is now officially underway!

Brian Rentfro: “Finally after all these years we are being treated to Danza and Snow one-on-one!”

Danza finally manages to push Snow off of him, and then he quickly crawls over to his corner and pulls the referee in front of him to block any future attacks. Snow is trying to sneak his way in between Danza and the referee, but Danza won’t let go of the referee’s shirt as he continues to hide behind him. Suddenly, the crowd lets out a huge pop and jumps up to their feet. Danza lets go of the referee and looks around the crowd, thinking that they might be popping for him. Meanwhile, Scottie Snow begins doing more Kung-Fu poses because he thinks he is the reason the crowd is cheering. Suddenly, the camera pans over to the PWAtron where we are able to see just why the crowd is in an uproar. Panzadise and Matthew Engel are backstage in the NAP locker room, and they appear to be playing Nintendo together!

Jon McDaniel: “What in the hell are Panzadise and Matthew Engel doing playing video games together?”

Brian Rentfro: “They’re playing Tecmo Super Bowl! It’s the way real men resolve their differences! You wouldn’t understand, Jon.”

The camera backstage zooms in on the television to see that Matthew Engel is indeed beating Panzadise by a touchdown with only a minute to go in the game!

Jon McDaniel: "Dise won't have the time to march down 90 yards to tie the game, Brian."

Brian Rentfro: "He can do it, Jon. And if I know Dise well enough, he'll go for the two point conversion and the kill!"

But that isn't the case as Dise's team drops back for a pass and throws an interception! Engel gets to use his feet tapping the buttons like a mad man trying to get his cornerback into the end zone. TOUCHDOWN!

Jon McDaniel: "And now Engel is up TWO touchdowns with less than a minute! There's no way to come back from that!"

Brian Rentfro: "Is it sad that Engel and Dise playing Super Tecmo Bowl is more interesting than Snow and Danza fighting each other?"

Meanwhile back in the ring, Danza hits Scottie Snow in the face with a right hand and then takes him down with a sloppy suplex. Danza struts across the ring, but not to be denied the PWA Hall of Famer rises to his feet and pounces on Danza! Snow wails into him with rights and lefts and then DDTs him to the mat! The crowd is going crazy! But probably because Engel is about to beat Dise in Super Tecmo Bowl, which is unheard of.

Jon McDaniel: "Engel is celebrating like he already won the game, which he probably has."

Brian Rentfro: "Not sure if Dise likes that!"

Jon McDaniel: "Dise has got the Nintendo!"


Dise crushes the NES over Engel's head, who topples to the floor. Engel is grabbing his head while Dise is surprised he didn't get knocked out from the first blow. He shrugs his shoulders and then kicks over the TV.

Panzadise: "Now I'm going to beat you where it really counts."

Dise walks over Engel and exits the locker room. We go back to the ring and Snow is on his back again, Danza locking on a mean sharpshooter. Snow refuses to give, and Panzadise appears on stage to thunderous boos and disapproval from the crowd. He shrugs his shoulders and makes his way down to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: "What a sore loser, Brian. Engel was so close to beating him in Super Tecmo Bowl and Dise used the Nintendo to his advantage once again!"

Brian Rentfro: "Speculation, Jon. Dise could have come back and won."

Jon McDaniel: "I doubt that. If -- Wait a second, THERE'S THE CHAMP NOW!"

Matthew Engel zooms out from backstage and races toward Panzadise. He's got a Nintendo controller wrapped up in his right hand. Dise turns around while Engel leaps toward him, hitting a strike right between Dise's eyes with the controller! Dise falls to the ground at the end of the rampway and Engel gets up to his feet and starts stomping Dise as hard as he can.

Brian Rentfro: "NOW look who's the sore loser."

Jon McDaniel: "Dise deserved that, Brian!"

Snow manages to get to the ropes in the ring and break the sharpshooter hold Danza had on him. Snow rolls out of the ring to regain himself while the referee holds Danza back and prevents him from chasing after Snow. Engel's got Dise by the hair and he's dragging him back up the stage. Engel drops a knee right on Dise's forehead. Engel brings Dise up to his feet and gives him a kick to the stomach and then a double-arm DDT on the stage! The crowd is going crazy!

Jon McDaniel: "Engel is really taking it to Panzadise right now! And Scottie Snow's got a... box of freeze pops?"

Brian Rentfro: "It's a good call, Jon. It's hot as heck out there."

Snow takes the frozen box of freeze pops and slides into the ring. He offers one to Danza, who takes one and rips the top open with his bare teeth. Just as he is about to enjoy the delicious artifical flavor, Snow slugs him with the frozen box right in the back of the head!

Jon McDaniel: "I gotta say, I don't think I've ever seen THAT before."

Brian Rentfro: "Danza just got ICE'D by the Snow Man!"

Jon McDaniel: "Oh Good Lord. That's either atrocious or down right gold."

Brian Rentfro: "It's gold, Jonny! GOLD! Not like Jeremy Gold, but real gold that doesn't cry every five minutes."

Engel has got Dise busted open on his forehead. Dise is crawling around on the stage as Engel is kneeling over him talking quite a lot of provocative trash. Dise is struggling to get to his feet as Engel allows him to. Dise swings with a right and left, Engel ducking underneath each time. Engel blocks a knee from Dise but Dise connects with a headbutt from out of no where. Engel stumbles back and Dise runs him over with a big-time lariat. Engel hits the steel on the stage viciously as Dise picks him up to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: "Dise picks Engel up and crushes him on the steel with a Panzadise Bomb! Good God!"

Jon McDaniel: "Are you enjoying this Brian? I thought Engel was your all-time favorite?"

Brian Rentfro: "Well you know what they say: out with the new and in with the old!"

Jon McDaniel: "THat doesn't make any sense."

Meanwhile Danza has rolled back into the ring with a steel chair. Classic Danza. The referee has nearly given up. He warns Danza about using the chair, but Danza argues that he got hit in the face with popsicles. The ref shrugs his shoulders and Snow braces for the impact but Danza connects with a home-run on Snow!

Jon McDaniel: "Looks like the ref is letting anything happen."

Brian Rentfro: "When you've got two living legends like Tony Danza and Scottie Snow fighting each other in the ring, you've got to let some shit slide Jon."

Engel's back is hurting a lot from that move from Dise, but Dise hasn't let up as he continues to maul Engel with punches and kicks. Dise picks Engel up and hurls him off the stage!!!

Jon McDaniel: "OH MY GOD!"

Engel falls nearly 20 feet to the ground below, crashing into some sound equipment along the way. Dise isn't done however as jogs down the rampway and enters the crowd, trying to backtrack his way to Engel's location. In the ring, Danza is going to town on Snow with some more chairshots. Snow rolls out of the ring, intelligently, and tries to recuperate for a moment. He grabs a baseball bat from underneath the ring and screams out bloody murder at Danza, who probably pooped his pants.

Brian Rentfro: "Ugh, do you smell something?"

Jon McDaniel: "I'm trying to call the match, Brian. I don't have time for your fart jokes."

Brian Rentfro: "No seriously..."

McDaniel nearly passes out from the smell as the crowd begins to laugh. Danza just shit his pants because Snow is crazed up. Dise has found Engel, but Engel was waiting for him and nails Dise in the gut with a speaker! He breaks the speaker over Dise's back and then gives Dise a kick to the face! Engel drops the remnants of the speaker on the ground.

Jon McDaniel: "While Engel and Dise haven't even entered the ring yet and are destroying each other in the back of the crowd...we must endure the pain of Tony Danza and Scottie Snow. These two icons are battling to the death here in the best match of the night!"

Brian Rentfro: "I can taste it on my tongue, Jon!"

Snow with the bat, Danza with the chair. They dance...they circle around each other. Snow with a roundhouse swing and Danza is going for the kill!



Jon McDaniel: "What the *beep* is that smell?!"

Snow and Danza fall to the mat and the referee has no choice but to make the count while Dise and Engel battle each other fifty yards away.

Referee: 1!

Engel throws Dise head-first into another set of speakers.

Referee: 2!

Engel stalks over, but Dise kicks Engel right in the groin and then Dise gets to his feet, uppercutting Engel with his knee.

Referee: 3!

Dise tries for another Panzadise Bomb, but Engel goes deadweight and slips around Dise's right leg, grabbing and twisting his ankle up and as hard as he can. Dise falls to the ground, Engel with an ankle lock latched on!

Referee: 4!

Jon McDaniel: "Looks like Engel is looking to end Dise's comeback right here and now!"

Brian Rentfro: "Typical Engel! He doesn't want to face him at Manitoba Mayhem!"

Jon McDaniel: "All these years of sucking Engel's 'ego', that just sounds weird coming from you."

Dise grabs some broken parts of a speaker and chucks it at Engel's face. He nails him right in the forehead and Engel lets the ankle lock go. Dise grabs his ankle as he tries to get to his feet.

Referee: 5! 6! 7!

Dise tries for a big boot, but his ankle gives way and he can't do it. Engel grins as much as he can, laying against the barricade with the crowd patting him on his back and blood pouring down his face. Engel calmly gives Dise the finger.

Matthew Engel: "Fuck you."

Dise is enraged and limps after Engel, but Engel gives him a kick to the knee and smashes the back of his elbow into Dise's sterum. Dise falls to a knee and then Engel serves up a right hook that sends Dise to the ground.

Referee: 8!

Dise starts laughing.

Panzadise: "You aren't gonna have time to get the oh-so-important win, Matthew! You can't beat me!"

Engel looks up, noticing the referee about to throw up nine fingers.

Referee: 9!

Engel is enraged and gives Dise a kick to the ribs.

Referee: 10!!!!


Eric Emerson: And this match has gone to a draw due to a double count-out!

The crowd half boo's and half cheers. Engel disappears backstage, just before the rest of the NAP comes after their leader, minus McDee of course because he's a loser and went on a vacation. Snow and Danza are still knocked out in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: "What a great match, Brian. Two legends went down to the wire and they couldn't pull off the win! I smell a rematch!"

Brian Rentfro: "Is that all you smell?"

Jon McDaniel: ""

Brian Rentfro: "Let's just say that things are heating up between Engel and the NAP... and I'm sure Dise will have plenty to say about Engel's deceitful actions next week on Rampage. Until then, stay classy!"

Hot Pockets

Backstage again. This time we're following President Robinson as he heads to the catering table. A man's got to eat, after all. There he finds Fantastic Andy Strickland grabbing a couple of Hot Pockets.

Rob: Andy, two things. First, you know there's a rule about one Hot Pocket per person. You of all people should know that since you're in charge of straightening out our finances. Second, thanks for dropping that report off. Sorry I wasn't there when you dropped by.

Fantastic Andy: Really? That's how we're going to play this?

Rob: Play what?

Fantastic Andy: You're really going to pretend you weren't there?

Rob: No, because I'm not pretending. I wasn't in the office. Anyway, good work, but I can't stand around here talking all night. Catch you later.

Robinson grabs a couple of Hot Pockets and a Vanilla Coke and walks off while Fantastic Andy looks on in disbelief.

Taking the most prestigious

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies plays in the arena. Marxx appears from the entrance ramp. Between his match and his appearance, he had time to take a shower and dress up. And, on top of that, he also carries the Intercontinental title, but not on his shoulder or around his waist like a champion normally would. Instead, he had it under his arm like a small luggage. He doesn’t spend much time on the ramp as he does his usual “X” with his arms before slowly extending them, and then makes his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome: Marxx!

He starts walking on the ramp, exchanging high fives with some fans on his way. He walks around the ring and only stops at the announcer’s table, where he asks for a microphone. From there, he climbs inside the ring, still carrying the championship under his arm.

Marxx: What’s up, Marxxaddicts!

On that sentence, the crowd explodes in cheers.

Marxx: First of all I want to make something clear: I have no intention of calling myself the unofficial champion while I have this belt. In fact, I never even thought of that possibility until I was about to climb the ring. However, I’m not going to hide that I do want it, maybe more than many other people in this business right now. I never hid the way it goes for me and I don’t do the ostrich about it. And while I do want to change that and not being one of the certified assholes, I still stand by my statement that I’ll make things go my way sooner rather then later.

He stops to look at the championship, and then continues.

Marxx : But considering how things are going, and I’m not just talking about my situation, but also everything around it, I know I’m not about to become a PWA World title contender. And there’s a specific reason why I’m not about to. It’s a little embarrassing to say it in front of so many people at once, but things are the way they are. I can’t help that little malfunction and I don’t plan on changing it anytime soon. It is something that could’ve got me the championship more times than anyone ever had it. That default is that... That...

He takes a pause, seemingly ashamed of that “default”.

Marxx: ... I’m a mouth virgin!

The crowd is confused. No one seems to understand.

Marxx: See, look at my mouth. Cameraman, come closer.

The camera zooms inside Marxx’s mouth, who keeps it open for everyone to see on the big screen.

Marxx: As you can see, it is empty. At the opposite of any contender’s mouth for the past couple of months, there’s something missing so I can get that coveted shot. And I’m not talking about trash talk, that I could do if I ever felt it was necessary and to be honest, I never felt that way. And it’s not a golden tooth or a missing one neither. For those of you who don’t know what the problem is, I’ll tell you in the easiest way I can put it and I don’t even give a shit about being vulgar: Rob Robinson’s dick is not in it.

Some people cheer in agreement, while some others are surprised to hear that. Especially from Marxx!

Marxx: I’ve never been the type of guy to get on my knees – in every way you can think of it – to get what I want. What I want, I work for it, I earn it, and I take pride in this ring and show why I deserve what I get. And going under the table is not the way I want things to go. And to see that for the past couple of months, it’s been the only way to get a World championship shot, I don’t understand it. You know who was the last one who had to fight and win his championship opportunity? Theresa Quaranta back at the Rumble in the Bronx. And before that, I can’t even recall who won a #1 contender’s spot and not just being picked out of the blue.

He grabs the Intercontinental title and looks at it. Then, he puts it on his shoulder.

Marxx: As we speak, considering how things are working around the World championship, it’s evident that its legacy is getting more and more tarnished and I can only congratulate you, President Robinson, for participating in destroying something you helped to build over the years, one given shot to a friend at a time. Where is the prestige in something given and passed around a clique? It’s like declaring Aaron Maybin the MVP of the NFL while you have Peyton Manning and Tom Brady in it! It makes absolutely no sense!

He stops, breathing heavily out of rage.

Marxx: So, as a man of integrity, do I want to be associated to the corruptions, hits under the tables and ass kissing going around it? Of course not! And even if I wanted, like I said, I’m a mouth virgin and I plan to keep it that way. And I know that in the back, there are many other wrestlers who are just as frustrated as I am from this situation in the back. But I also know that only a few would be willing to climb in the ring, take a microphone and address that concern in front of a sold-out crowd and the millions watching at home. I’m taking a risk by doing what I do, but with the management’s indifference, I was only convinced that I have nothing to lose in doing this stunt. So when you think of what I did last week, don’t think of it as an act of cowardice, but as a statement. See it as what this championship should be: the most prestigious title of this business.

Marxx smiles, and then continues.

Marxx: And right now, I invite every wrestler in the locker room to do just like me and change their focus for something that they can reach while not losing even an ounce of dignity. I took it as a sign of how wanted it should be. Everyone should want it so bad that what I just did would be, for some, the way to get noticed and, in the end, put their hands on it. While some would just bulldoze their opponents out of the way in order to see their name engraved in it and be truly proud of it.

He grabs the championship in his hand and raises it.

Marxx: Tonight, the championship will be on the line. I have yet to decide if I’m going to bring it to the winner or not. As long as I have this belt in my possession, it is my call to say if he will get the belt that goes with it or not. But before I sit to this announcer’s table, I’d just like to end on this note: the prestige of a title is determined by us, the wrestlers. Not the man taking the decisions. And therefore, this little Intercontinental title, I invite everyone to do what I’m going to do and LEAVE YOUR...

He lifts his microphone as the crowd shouts “Marxx!”

Marxx: ... On it!

With that said, he walked out of the ring and deposed the title on the announcer’s table, before sitting next to Brian Rentfro.

Matt Stone (C) vs Cody Bogard

PWA Intercontinental Championship Match

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.

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

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

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

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow tie up, Stone grabbing a quick side headlock, but Cody with an elbow into the ribs quickly loosens that hold and a second breaks it entirely. Stone with a clothesline, but Cody ducks under delivering a vicious back kick right to Stone's back that sends him quickly to one knee. Stone is up just as quickly though, but Cody is off the ropes, sliding under Stone's legs and popping back up with a dropkick to the lower part of Stone's back that sends him into the ropes. Cody rushes forward, diving outside, and bringing Stone's throat down across the middle rope gagging Stone.

Jon McDaniel: Cody utilizing speed right now.

Brian Rentfro: But the Master of the Game will catch him.

Cody leaps to the apron, but Stone is ready and nails him in the gut with a fist before dragging him back through the ropes. Stone with a forearm to the back of Cody has him in control, for now. Stone whips Cody into the corner before following in with a knee lift into Cody's sternum. Stone with an uppercut stands Cody back up and a monkey flip sends Cody out of the corner and to center ring. Stone pulls Cody back up, taunting him as he does so. Cody shoves him backwards before rolling and springing up with a clothesline. Stone grabs the wrist of Cody, bringing him down with an armbar close to the corner. Cody reaches out for the ropes, but is just about a foot away from their safety.

Brian Rentfro: Told you Jon, Mr. Monopoly would catch him.

Jon McDaniel: Mr. Monopoly?

Brian Rentfro: Sure, he's monopolozing the AOWF titles.

Cody crawls and reaches, about there... nearly there... Stone releases the hold, bringing Cody back up to his feet. Stone with a front facelock, and swiftly kicking Cody'sleft knee taking him down. Stone releases the hold, spinning around to deliver a heel kick to Cody's right knee having him in position for...

Brian Rentfro: Kneel Before Zod!

Cody catches Stone, flipping him onto his back, delivering an airplan toss to center ring. Cody falls back against the ropes, taking a quick moment to catch his breath. Stone slowly gets to one knee and h here comes Cody, running up his body to kick him right in the face with a sole kick. Stone falls over backwards with some force and Cody hits the top turnbuckle. Cody leaps off, completing a moonsault into a leg drop across Stone's throat before hurriedly picking him up.

Brian Rentfro: Slow down, you are wasting energy.

Jon McDaniel: Cody is picking up the pace, a place I think he feels very comfortable.

Cody with a whip sends Stone into the ropes and lowers his head for a back body. Stone is up in the air, but comes down on his feet and flows right on down delivering Cody to the canvas with an inverted DDT. Stone rolls over and up to his feet, staring at Cody before pulling himself on up. Cody slowly begins to move and is up on his knee when Stone comes over, finally completing Kneel Before Zod.

Brian Rentfro: He did it! I knew he would.

Jon McDaniel: And Stone taunting Cody, not a really smart move by the Intercontinental Champion.

Brian Rentfro: What do you mean? Mr. Monopoly is smart and good in the ring.

Stone lifts Cody up, locking and delivering a Northern Lights suplex for a pin attempt.




Cody gets a shoulder up to keep this match going, but Stone is unphased. Stone backs Cody into the ropes with a forearm shot to the chest and has him there before placing a hand on his chest. Stone looks out to the crowd before smacking him in the chest with a knife edge chop. Cody winces from the first blow, but a second blow causes him to try and protect himself from any further blows. Stone with a uppercut rocks Cody back and a third chop connects solidly with Cody's reddenning chest. Stone smirks as he goes for a fourth chop, but Cody catches the wrist and kicks Stone in the midsection. Cody leaps backwards and to the second turnbuckle before flipping over Stone and turning him inside out. Cody off the ropes delivering a baseball slide into the side of Stone's face that rolls him outside of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Ok, take it back in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Cody can't win the title outside the ring, he has to keep it in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: On second thought, stay on the outside of the ring for about ten seconds.

Jon McDaniel: You are hopeless aren't you?

Stone pulls himself up in front of the announcers' table. Cody runs, leaping up and over the top rope, catching and sending Stone's head through the announcers' table with a flying tornado DDT!

Brian Rentfro: "Damn!

Jon McDaniel: Are our mics still on?

Brian Rentfro: I think so.

Cody pulls Stone up from the wreckage as the referee's count reaches seven and drags him towards the ring. Stone with an elbow stops the movement as the count is at eight. Stone with a right fist, but Cody ducks under, catching the arm and flipping him to the floor as the count is nine.

Brian Rentfro: One more... damn he rolls back into the ring, disqualify him!

Jon McDaniel: For what, playing by the rules?

Brian Rentfro: Of course! No one likes a by the book person, its so boring.

Cody slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle as Stone is getting back up on the outside, his back to Cody. Stone turns just as Cody leaps, landing on Stone's shoulders and flipping him to the railing as he twists with a picture perfect hurricanrana. The crowd explodes as Cody completes the move and pulls the weary Stone up to his feet and carries him to the ring. Cody rolls Stone into the ring and climbs up onto the apron himself. Cody waits contentedly as Stone slowly moves back to a vertical base. When Stone is bent over, Cody leaps over with a sunset flip into a pin!




Stone gets a shoulder up, keeping the match going, much to the booing of the fans; they thought it was three. Several fans in the front row begin giving the referee a very hard time about his count as Cody pulls Stone back up. Whip into the ropes and a reversal by Stone. Cody bounces off, ducking under the clothesline and springing back with a spinning knee to the side of Stone's head and Cody is in firm control of this match. Cody gets up with a confident look on his face setting Stone up for a German suplex. Stone falls forward, sending Cody's head into the top turnbuckle and breaking the hold. Stone is off the ropes with a flying forearm that takes Cody down to the canvas. Stone grabs his ankle, locking on an anklelock; but Cody is quick to take ahold of the ropes. Stone stomps down on the hand holding the rope as the referee's mandatory count reaches four and a half. Stone stops kicking to spit words of distaste at the referee.

Jon McDaniel: Stone is now the one in control after a brilliant counter to the German suplex set up.

Brian Rentfro: Stone!

Matt, as though he hears Rentfro, turns around just as Cody is coming at him with a flying fist. Stone ducks under and kicks Cody right in the ribs with a quick martial arts kick. Stone then backs him into the corner with several kicks, punches, and elbow shots. Cody's head is rocked back and forth as Stone taunts him with words that the mics can't pick up.

Brian Rentfro: Stone is now the one in control, though he had Cody right where he wanted him all along.

Stone with a vertical suplex out of the corner pulls Cody right back up and taunts him yet again.

Stone delivers the C-C-C-combo breaker before getting down in Cody's face and taunting him just a bit more as he makes the pin.




Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and STIIIILL PWA Intercontinental Champion... Matt Stone!

In the ring, Stone glares down at Marxx. Marxx smiles, then straps the IC title belt around his waist and leaves through the crowd, waving as he does it.