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


08-07-2011


Private


Scene opens up with a doctor standing behind Showtime. We hear a pant zipper and Showtime turns around and hands the doctor something off camera, and has a smirk on his face.

Don't Worry


Outside the arena, a black BMW X5 rolls to a stop. The front license plate reads "OoC1" on the front, and the crowd in the arena can be heard having a mixed reaction.

Brian Rentfro: Well, well, well...

Simon Kalis and Masakazu step out in blue and white camo fatigues from head to toe. Simon tightens his bandana before pitching his cigarette as he high fives Masakazu, both men walking towards the arena entrance. Kalis opens his sleeveless vest to reveal he has no guns on him at least, but he does have something wrapped in a towel.

Simon Kalis: Don't worry guys, it's not a gun.

Simon pulls it out, the towel falls off, a securiy guard approaches. Simon tightens his grip around his barbed wire crowbar and goes for an upswing like an uppercut, knocking the security guard out cold and ripping off bits of chin skin.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus Christ!

Masakazu grabs the next security guard by his arm, twisting him around as they both keep moving forward. Masakazu lifts his knee, twisting his body and cracking the security guard in the ribs before flipping him forward through the glass doors to the arena.

Masakazu: I'm travelling light.

They step over the downed security guard and we see the big "Victory Wrestling" emblems on the back of their vests as we fade...

A Dream Fulfilled


"Sabotage" starts to play and President Robinson heads to the ring, looking very pleased. A man in a suit heads out with him.

President Robinson: Yoohoo has promised a corporate sponsorship with the PWA and have come out to give give me a life size bottle of Yoohoo.

Yoohoo Representative: Mr. Robinson for your years of support of our brand we have decided to once again strike up an endorsement deal with the PWA and Yoohoo.

President Robinson: As apart of this deal, I sold some naming rights to Yoohoo. For now on, Hall of Fame will be known as Yoohoo Presents Hall of Chocolate deliciousness. We are going to rename the Intercontinental Title the United Countries that drink Yoohoo. Also to help with their new flavor the main event will now be called The Yoohoo Double Fudged cage match!!!.

Yoohoo Rep: And as a thank you for your years of Yoohoo loving we present to you a life size bottle of yoohoo.

:A large crate is lowered to the ring. Robinson can be seen rubbing his hands and licking his lips.
It finally reaches the ring and Robinson is yelling at the ring crew to open it with crowbars.

All of the sudden we hear loud static and feedback from the speakers. Robinson hits his mic to see if that is the problem.

On the PWA-tron Marcus is seen, still smirking. Robinson's eyes go big when he sees him:

Showtime: I'm sick of all this nonsense Robinson. You are turning everything that was ever sacred about this place into a fucking joke. I signed your little contract for Manitoba Mayhem. In fact, once you get that crate open you will find it in there.

:Robinson is livid at this point. The Yoohoo rep looks pensive while still holding the PWA, Yoohoo contract in his hand. One of the ring crew gets the top open and starts yelling to get the sides off. Finally the whole crate comes apart and on the bottom in a crumpled heap it looks like a man in a bunny costume. :

President Robinson: What is this?

:Robinson turns over the man and its Scotty Snow in a Nesquik bunny costume.:

Showtime: That piece of paper stabled to his chest, is the contract signed.

:The Yoohoo rep looks apalled as Robinson tries to stop him from leaving the ring. But he gets out and yells at Robinson and tears up the contract. No Yoohoo Hall of Fame I guess

The camera goes back to Marcus on the PWA-Tron:

Showtime: You might be wondering what happened to your live size bottle of yoohoo. Well you will be happy to know that I've kept it for you.

:The camera pans back to show Marcus in Robinson's office with a six foot tall bottle of yoohoo. Marcus walks out of frame. Next we hear a door open and see a sledge hammer get thrown breaking the glass bottle. Gallons of yoohoo come gushing out into Robinson's office:

Emily Corlen vs Tyson Cowell

Singles Match


DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, and if Tyson Cowell wins, he will earn a PWA Contract! Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 265 pounds... hailing from Baltimore, Maryland... he is TYSON COOOWWWEEELLLLLL!!!

In the ring, Tyson Cowell raises his arm, eliciting a round of boos from the Rosemont/Chicago crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Tyson Cowell was unceremoniously fired as the bodyguard of Matt Stone several weeks ago after losing a tag team match to the N.A.P. Tonight, if he can defeat Emily Corlen, he'll officially be a PWA wrestler and he can focus on his self-professed goal of taking Matt Stone down!

Brian Rentfro: Matt Stone, of course, not here tonight after reportedly being deported back to Canada! Can you believe that, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Never go anywhere without your work visa, Brian.

LOVE... YOUR HATE!
YOUR... FAITH LOST!
YOU... ARE NOW... ONE... OF US!

The lights in the arena cut to black as "Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)" by AFI hits the ADC-Tron. As the crowd pops loudly for the semi-hometown girl (Rockford is only an hour away from Rosemont), a single spotlight hits the stage, illuminating the intimidating figure of Emily Corlen. She surveys the crowd with a cold, unfeeling gaze as the lyrics to the song kick in.

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame...

INCINERATE!

As the song continues, Emily begins making her way down the ramp, the arena still dark and the spotlight still fixed on her. She reaches the ring and looks to her left and right before climbing onto the ring apron.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Los Angeles, California by way of Rockford, Illinois... weighing in tonight at 140 pounds... she is EMILY COOORRRLLLEEENNN!!!

Emily enters the ring through the first and second ropes, then makes her way to the far corner of the ring, where she kneels down, facing the center of the ring while holding the ropes behind her.

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame...

As we all form one dark flame!

As the music fades, the arena lights slowly come back on, the spotlight remaining on Emily's unmoving figure until the arena is at full illumination.

Jon McDaniel: Ever since losing the BWF World Championship to Finale at BWF Tainted Twilight several weeks ago, Emily Corlen has not been the same. It's almost as if we've watched a person's very sanity unravel before our very eyes... a disturbing concept, to say the least.

Brian Rentfro: The question is, will this help or hinder Mrs. Johnny Maverick tonight against a very hungry Tyson Cowell? We're about to find out.

DING!

The bell rings and Tyson walks to the center of the ring, along with Emily, running his mouth. Emily says something back to him, and Tyson responds with a hard slap across Emily's face! The crowd boos loudly as Emily looks away before beginning to shake with laughter. Tyson raises an eyebrow and tries to throw a punch, but Emily ducks underneath it before cracking him in the face with a leaping headbutt!

Jon McDaniel: Ooh, Tyson's nose might be broken! It's pouring blood!

Tyson stumbles backwards, grabbing at his nose and noticing the blood flowing from it. He shouts something at Emily, then charges at her. She sidesteps Cowell, sending him into the ropes and as he stumbles back, she wraps her arms around his waist and nails the Rolling Thunder (Three Rolling German Suplexes into a bridged pin)! The referee drops down to count.

1!

2!

Kickout! Tyson Cowell gets his shoulder up at two.

Brian Rentfro: Tyson's not about to go down that easily, this might be his only chance to get revenge on his former boss!

Emily rolls to her feet, smelling blood in the water as she begins to stalk Tyson like a snake in the grass. Tyson grabs the nearby ropes and pulls himself to his feet, then takes a step into the center of the ring. He doesn't see Emily sneaking up behind him, nor does he see her leap into action and hook his arms behind his back! Tyson is powerless to prevent Emily from lifting him off the mat... she screams loudly, then slams him into the mat with force with The Catalyst (Glam Slam)! Emily rolls into the cover as the crowd counts!

1!

2!

...No! Emily... lifts Tyson's shoulder up herself!

Jon McDaniel: What in the world is Emily doing?

Brian Rentfro: I disagree with this from Emily Corlen, if you have an opening to win a match, you take it, no questions asked! Don't get cocky!

Emily takes a step back from the fallen Tyson, then grins madly before hoisting Tyson's leg into the air and racking it behind her neck!

Jon McDaniel: I think we're about to see the Faith Breaker!

Jon is correct, as moments later, Emily has Tyson placed within a full-blown Faith Breaker (Argentine Leglock)! Tyson struggles to get free, but Emily cranks the move in with the look of a woman possessed! After several seconds, he has no choice but to tap out!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner as the result of a submission... EMILY CORLEN!!!

"Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)" by AFI begins playing as the referee motions for Emily to drop the submission, but Emily ignores him as she instead cranks it back even harder. The music stops as the referee yells at Emily in vain and Tyson screams in agony, causing Emily to pull his leg back even farther. Finally, she pulls his leg down with all of her might and a loud SNAP echoes across the arena! Tyson passes out and several more referees run to the ring to break it up.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, I think I'm going to be sick.

Brian Rentfro: Good God, his leg! You can see the bone sticking out! Ugh!

Satisfied by her actions, Emily finally releases the leglock and stands, gazing down at the unconscious form of Tyson Cowell, her face covered by an unfeeling, unsettling smile. Several of the referees surround her and try to sequester her away from Tyson, but before she leaves, she drops to one knee and unties the boot off of Tyson's broken leg, then removes it and carries it with her as she rolls out of the ring. Several EMTs race past her to attend to Tyson as she walks backwards up the ramp, surveying her handiwork with a cold, unfeeling gaze.

Jon McDaniel: I am shocked at what we have just witnessed here tonight. Something has undeniably snapped inside the mind of Emily Corlen.

Brian Rentfro: If this is a sign of things to come, the future of PWA may be very bleak indeed.

Marxx It On Your Calendar


The tron shows black, white and green clips of Marxx fighting as Riptide” by Sick Puppies plays in the arena. Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing a shirt and jeans, but didn’t have the Intercontinental title with him. He looks at the crowd to the left, and then to the right, before making 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, even if he wasn’t in the mood for that. Maybe the fact he didn’t have the Intercontinental title with him is related to that? However, he walked around the ring and asked for a microphone to the ring announcer before climbing inside the ring.

Marxx: Before you ask for a “what’s up Marxxaddicts”, I think I should all let you know that I’m not in a mood for that right now.

He takes a pause, and then continues.

Marxx: For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been seen as a man who’s fighting to get things go the right way in the PWA. Fighting against not only authority, but against the reign of anarchy going on in this business right now. And my biggest stunt to fight against it has been to steal the Intercontinental championship to state that it is now the most prestigious prize of all in the PWA. However, the reactions from the desk office were simply blank. No one has done anything or yet replied to my calls, both on the positive and the negative side. Yep, so far, I’m a one man gang against a deaf authority.

The crowd reacts negatively to what he just said.

Marxx: But I hope that what I’m about to say won’t fall in deaf ears, because it should not. As you can see, I’m not carrying the Intercontinental title and there’s a very unfortunate reason why this scenario happens. Something outside the work hours came in and made the plans even more complicated than they already were. I have yet to talk to the concerned people about it, but before I address the situation... Rob, come down to the ring, there’s something I must confess to you.

Marxx waits a moment until “Sabotage” by the Beastie Boys plays in the arena. President Robinson, in a track suit with the zipper on the jacket all the way up to his neck, walks to the ring, a microphone in his hands.

President Robinson: You've got a lot of balls, Marxx, I'll give you that. You steal my property and then give me orders? But I think a condemned man should get a chance for some last words, so let's hear you talk your way out of this mess.

Marxx: Alright, how can I start? You know that I asked to be off of the house shows this week, right? Well, it was because my sister was coming to town for a week. She wanted to leave Moncton for a little while and I told her to come in. And she brought her 3 month old daughter with her and it was a really cool week! I brought them to the museum, to the park, we even went to a game of the Indians... Overall, she enjoyed her weekend. But then it was time for her to go back home. So I brought her to the airport, and they said her luggage was too heavy. So instead of taking out...

President Robinson: Enough stalling. Tell me what you’ve done with the Intercontinental belt!

Marxx takes his time before giving the answer.

Marxx: Before I tell you, I just want to say that it wasn’t part of the plan. All I wanted was for you to open your eyes on your actions and start having #1 contenders who are earning their spot instead of introducing a new one at the end of each Pay-Per-Views, depending on how you feel on that day. I wanted to make sure that the kind of shenanigans happening around the World championship would stop once and for all and that the only one earning his spot wasn’t just the winner of the Rumble in the Bronx. I made the statement when I stole the Intercontinental belt that after all you did, it was becoming the most valuable...

President Robinson: What have you done with it!

Marxx: Well me, absolutely nothing. My sister, however...

President Robinson: Where is my belt!?

As Robinson gets impatient, Marxx starts being stressed.

Marxx: You know the eBay account that was selling the Intercontinental championship belt? Well it wasn’t mine. It was my sister’s.

The crowd is in shock, and so is Robinson.

President Robinson: WHAT!? Why would she do such thing!?

Marxx: She wanted to start a new life, and so she stole the belt, sold it, took the money and started her own franchise. And soon, she will be the owner of the very first Church of the Glowing Taco in Canada!

Marxx tried to calm Robinson down by mentioning the fact that it would be a Church of the Glowing Taco, but it did absolutely nothing.

President Robinson: You let her sell the belt on eBay so she could own a fast food restaurant? Why did you...

Marxx: Oh stop whining Rob! You brought that to yourself!

And that didn’t help calming down Robinson. Not at all.

President Robinson: Call me President Robin...

Marxx: Only when I have a reason to respect you!

The crowd cheers after Marxx interrupted Robinson.

Marxx: Don’t you see what you’re doing right now? You’re ruining not only the championship, but the company itself! Look at the roster right now. Where are all the people who helped making this business what it is right now? Most of them are gone or they just ran out of the place when they had the opportunity! No more Jethro Hayes, Riona, Johnny Maverick, Simon Kalis until recently, even a promising newcomer like Theresa Quaranta said goodbye after winning it. Duff Côte D’Ivoire, it wasn’t long before he leaves neither. Ash Nukem, Mark Zout, Ryan Ross, Jonathan Riker who came in like a flash, just like Mark McNasty. You let them down. All of them!

He just catches his breath, and then continues.

Marxx: And the sad part is, most of them could have come back for good if you did something about it instead of letting your company die. Some wrestlers are replaceable in an owner’s mind, but the reputation, it is hurt for good once you ruin it. You had plenty of chances to stop this, but you did nothing! You’d rather watch your company sinking than see those you don’t want to see rising getting to the top, you selfish bas...

President Robinson: Hold the phone, buddy. You hit the nail on the hit right there. See, the PWA is my company. I can do whatever the hell I want. That means I decide who deserves a title shot. That means I decide who gets to be in the main events. I don't care what you think, I don't care what the fans think, I don't care what anybody thinks and you want to know why? Because time after time I've proven that I'm smarter than any of you. I've forgotten more about how to run a wrestling company than you'll ever know, Marxx. So let me make another decision that I'm sure you're not going to like. You want to steal from me and take money out of my wallet? Now I'm going to take money out of yours. You're suspended without pay until I decide otherwise. And don't even think about taking bookings from any other company, because you've got an exclusive PWA contract and I'll sue you back to the stone ages if you so much as think about setting foot in another ring.

Marxx smiles and shrugs then starts to step out of the ring.

President Robinson: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I didn't say the suspension started yet, did I? I've already got you here in the ring, so let's go ahead and start your match with Rowan O'Kelly.

Marxx vs Rowan O'Kelly

Singles Match


The bell sounded and the Celtic Curse went to work on Marxx for the first few minutes, wearing him down with strikes and a couple of fancy submission holds. Marxx got to the rope a few times to break the holds, trying to regroup and change his approach on this Irish man from London. Marxx ducked under a lariat and clocked Rowan with back elbow to the back of the head and then Marxx gave Rowan a kick to the lower back, sending him up against the ropes. Rowan turned around wildly with a backhand but Marxx ducked again and picked Rowan up and slammed him down with a spinebuster! Marxx went crazy on Rowan with punches and kicks, even backing him into the turnbuckles and smashing his knees into Rowan's gut. Rowan countered with a rake to Marxx's eyes not seen by the ref, then propped himself up to the middle turnbuckle, crashing down on Marxx with a double axe handle. Rowan got the advantage again and sent Marxx to the ropes. Rowan took Marxx down with a snapping powerslam, then calling for the end. Marxx got up to his feet and ducked underneath a clothesline. Marxx went for the Leaving Marxx and got it!

1..

2..

3!!

DING DING DING!!

Winner: Marxx in 8:12

Hi Ho Silver! Away!


We're backstage in President Robinson's office, but all is not normal. What's so weird? How about the fact that Fantastic Andy Strickland is sitting behind the desk? How does that strike you? The camera is focused in tightly on Fantastic Andy, not showing us who he's talking to.

Fantastic Andy: I'm sorry that President Robinson couldn't be here to do this personally. He normally likes to handle contract signings personally, but he sent me a text saying he was in a very important business meeting, but wanted to make sure you got signed as soon as possible.

The camera pulls back a bit as Fantastic Andy flips through the contract before spinning it around and laying it in front of the mystery man. Now we can see the back of the man's head, which just so happens to be covered in a white mask.

Fantastic Andy: This is one hell of a deal you got, I've got to say. I saw the contract the Panzadise signed when he came back and I can't go into details, but you guys are in the same ballpark, salary-wise. How the hell did you manage that?

The masked man shrugs.

Fantastic Andy: And this travel clause? You get cash up front for the value of first class airline tickets? Like, we're giving you the money to fly first class and you could just pocket it and take the bus instead? Who the hell gets that kind of treatment?

The masked man points at himself with his thumbs.

Fantastic Andy: And don't even get me started on the beverage clause.

The masked man shakes his head.

Fantastic Andy: The thing that I really don't get, though, is what isn't in the contract. The money and perks we're throwing at you are the kind of things you put in the deal to lure back someone like Sirus Moran. But, and no offense, I've never even heard of you before. So you manage to get this sweetheart of a contract, but you didn't get a title shot or two thrown in for good measure?

The masked man shrugs again.

Fantastic Andy: Well, anyway man, good for you. Just put your John Hancock right here and we're in business.

The masked man scribbles away at the bottom of the contract.

Fantastic Andy: Alright, welcome to the PWA.

The two men rise, shake hands and the masked man turns to leave.

Welcome to Manitoba!


Panzadise: "You want to attack me? I’ll be standing right there waiting. And to tell you the truth, I can’t wait.”

The video starts with the voice of Panzadise, echoing some comments made in his direction by Matthew Engel. We can see the back alley where Dise is cutting his promo.

Matthew Engel: "Do us a favor and put down the controller for a moment and realize that you're terribly out-matched."

Cut to Matthew Engel unpacking in his brand new home back in Bailey's Bay, Bermuda. Where it all started nine years ago.

Panzadise: "You are wearing my belt. The belt that I made a household name.

But I’m not worried, because just like I stomped out your buddy Jethro Hayes, and Emily Corlen, and Matt Stone, I’m going to stomp you out as well."

The scene is the NAP locker room. Historic, a treat to the old glory days of Pioneer Wrestling - those same days Panzadise and the NAP are desperately trying to bring back.

Matthew Engel: "You are a big name from the past and your career back then was impressive to say the least, but that time has come and gone.

You've entered my world, my ring, and this is my championship, motherfucker. Don't you ever forget that."

Back to his new Bermuda home, Matthew Engel shows his determination and why he's been called one of the best wrestlers in the new generation of Pioneer Wrestling.


Both of these men meet in two weeks, both of these men four-time PWA World Champions. The PWA goes to Canada where many scores have been settled in the last decade and change and many more in the future will be settled.

Passion, determination, and pride is clearly evident in both of these two superstars.

Will the biggest Panzy in all of professional wrestling join a small list of PWA greats as a five-time World Champion and stop Matthew Engel's record-breaking title reign?

Will The Virus continue his record-breaking title reign currently at 133 days and plague the illustrious and legendary realm of Panzadise?

We will find out in two weeks time as Pioneer Wrestling brings you the 2011 edition of MANITOBA MAYHEM! Live on August 21st from the Canad Inns Stadium in Winnipeg, Manitoba!

The New Age Panzies vs Hell and High Water

Non-title Tag Match


Starr and McDee start off for their teams. McDee takes the early advantage, and he and Panzadise use quick tags to keep Lucious Starr away from his corner. Starr finally turns the tables with a Greco-Roman poke to the McDee's eyes and lunges toward his partner. Too bad for him that crafty veteran Panzadise picked that moment to distract the referee. And as is the rule, since the ref didn't see Starr make the tag, he forces Danielson out of the ring and calls Starr back in. The Panzies' gloating is short lived as Starr's trick elbow acts up, much to the chagrin of Panzadise's crotch.

Danielson comes in a with a vengeance. An angry, angry vengeance. McDee gets sent down. Dise get sent down. McDee is back up, but then he's knocked back down. The NAP roll out of the ring to regroup. Danielson is on a roll and decides that a suicide dive over the top rope is an excellent idea. The fans agree. McDee and Panzadise don't as they once again find themselves on the ground. Danielson charges a fallen Panzadise, but McDee is all sneaky and executes a drop toe hold, sending Danielson crashing face first into the ring steps.

Back in the ring, McDee tries to take control, but Danielson fights back. He must have had botox or something because the pain receptors in his face must be dead. The fighting is back and forth, with neither man dominating. McDee whips Danielson into the ropes and hits a clothesline. Unforunately for him, Danielson hits a clothesline of his own. The ref starts to count, but both men get to their feet before 10. They ignore each other and head back to their corners, tagging in their partners at the same time.

Dise and Starr are as fresh as could be expected, which is to say, not very. Even so, they're fighters and thus, they fight. They trade punches until Starr decides to play the "I block your punch, you don't block mine" game. Dise goes down hard. Starr very slowly climbs a turnbuckle, gets to the top and nearly falls off. As he steadies himself,the newest addition to the PWA roster (the man in the white mask from earlier in the show) comes out of the crowd, leaps onto the ring apron and shoves Starr off it, into the ring. The masked man slingshots himself to the top turnbuckle and then sails off it, hitting Starr with a picture perfect Frog Splash. The referee calls for the bell.

Winners: Hell & High Water (DQ) 18:47

Wherein An Announcement is Made


In the ring, Hell & High Water collect themselves as the referee hands them the Tag Team title belts. Panzadise, Monkey McDee, and the masked man stand off in one corner

talking. Suddenly, the PWA-Tron springs to life with the incredibly handsome (like movie star handsome) face of your hero and mine, President Robinson.

President Robinson: Wow. That was one hell of a match. Hey Dise, McDee. How you guys doing?

Panzadise and Monkey McDee wave to President Robinson.

President Robinson: I'm so impressed by that match that I've just made an executive decision. Just now, in real time, mere moments ago as soon as the bell sounded. I've

decided that this is the kind of action we need to showcase at Manitoba Mayhem. After all, Manitoba is the home of the PWA's greatest tag team of all time, the Brothers

Grimm, so they're going to expect an incredible tag team match. So, at Manitoba Mayhem we're going to see a rematch of the New Age Panzies versus Hell & High Water, but this time it will be for the PWA Tag Team titles!

The crowd cheers. In the ring, Panzadise raises his hand, as if to ask a question.

President Robinson: What's that, Dise? Oh, I bet I know. You've already got a match at Manitoba Mayhem, don't you?

Panzadise nods his head.

President Robinson: (looks very sad) Oh. That's...that's too bad. I was really looking forward to this match. If only there was some way we could still have the NAP in action as a team. If only...

In the ring, the masked man steps forward and triumphantly strips off his black Evil League of Evil t-shirt and raises his hands in victory. Underneath he's wearing a blue Perry the Platypus shirt.



President Robinson: That's not exactly what I was expecting.

The masked man looks down, holds his hands up in an "Oops" gesture, then takes off the Perry the Platypus shirt to reveal a NAP shirt.

President Robinson: That's more like. So there we go, at Manitoba Mayhem, it will be Hell & High Water defending their tag team titles against Monkey McDee and the newest member of the New Age Panzies... Not-Stryker!

In the ring, Lucious Starr is complaining that he, too, has a match at Manitoba Mayhem.

President Robinson: I can't hear anything that's happening in the ring, as I'm quite obviously backstage at this very moment, right now. But I can imagine that Lucious Starr is complaining that he's already got a match at Manitoba Mayhem, so if Panzadise doesn't have to fight two matches, why does he. Does that sound about right.

Lucious Starr nods his head in agreement and throws his hands in the air at Robinson's boneheadedness.

President Robinson: Well too damn bad. You've got the tag titles, so defend them.

The screen goes black as the Panzies laugh and point at Lucious Starr. Hell & High Water fume in the ring as the Panzies start to head out of the ring.

This Is Just A Warning


As the New Age Panzies clear out from ringside, Starr and Danielson take a moment to stay in the ring, holding their PWA Tag Team Titles for the crowd. That's when "End Titles" by Daft Punk hits and the crowd jumps to their feet, The Order of Chaos skull emblem burning into the ADCTron.

Jon McDaniel: Oh lord...

Simon Kalis and Masakazu step out, smiling as they stare down Hell & High Water in the ring. Simon stops Panzadise right before the NAP leave, and reaches into his pockets...

Brian Rentfro: Is this idiot really about to attack Panzadise?!

Simon doesn't, instead he hands Panzadise a Nintendo controller made out of pure gold as a gift. Masakazu reaches into his pants and pulls out a banana, made out of pure gold! He hands it to Monkey McDee and smiles. Panzadise smirks, and Simon seems to utter the words "We've got respect for you." as Panzadise and McDee head into the back, nodding in the Kalis father and son direction. Simon removes his blue and white Victory Wrestling vest and chucks it into the crowd. Masakazu does the same and now both men begin to slowly walk to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: A Golden Nintendo Controller! A Golden Banana for Monkey McDee! Or maybe for Jojo? Like Simon has, or HAD, his Golden Gun! How poetic! A sign of respect for the PWA Legends. Too bad for Not-Stryker that he just joined a few minutes ago or he'd get a gift, too.

Brian Rentfro: Ass kissers. Jesus Christ, did they melt down the PWA Tag Team titles? I bet that's where they got the gold for these trinkey gifts to the New Age Panzies! Jesus. They're lucky Second 2 None doesn't come out right now and beat the holy hell out of them.

Simon and Masakazu begin to circle the ring, staring coldly like sharks at Hell and High Water. The crowd begins an odd chant.

Fans: KILL STARR! KILL JOSH! KILL STARR! KILL JOSH! KILL STARR! KILL JOSH!

Simon slaps the hands of a few fans at ringside and begins signing autographs with Masakazu. Danielson and Starr watch perplexed, still ready for a fight.

Brian Rentfro: These chumps turn their back on the PWA, show up here and begin signing autographs?! And these people CHEER THEM?! Hello? These are your PWA Tag Team Champions! Not a bunch of circus clowns from Victory!

Kalis and Masakazu continue to circle the ring, engaging the PWA fans and smiling and laughing as they pose for pictures with them. Danielson and Starr watch them carefully. Finally Simon and Masakazu split up and end up at opposite sides of the ring, "End Titles" still playing and sending out an electronic pulse of rhythm. Simon hops up onto the barricade, as does Masakazu. They springboard themselves off the barricades, onto the top rope and into the ring and immediately begin brawling with Hell and High Water! Masakazu with a jumping thrust kick sends Lucious Starr into the corner turnbuckle as Simon Kalis grabs Joshua Danielson by the throat and lifts him high into the air... CHOKESLAM!

Jon McDaniel: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN KALIS CHOKESLAM SOMEONE?! WHOA!

Danielson rolls out of the ring and Simon turns his attention to Starr as Masakazu kicks him repeatedly in the corner. Jeremy Gold comes running out from backstage, something wrapped in a towel in his hand. Gold squeels like a scared pig as he runs past Danielson and slides into the ring. The towel unfurls, revealing Simon's new trademark weapon, the barbed wire crowbar.

Brian Rentfro: Isn't someone gonna stop this?! These guys are NOT PWA wrestlers anymore! They are defiling one half of the PWA Tag Team champions!

Gold now crawls to a corner and hugs the bottom turnbuckle as Simon raises his barbed wire crowbar into the air, there's still fresh chunks of bloody skin stuck to some of the barbs. Masakazu grabs a microphone as their theme finally cuts down. Masa throws the microphone to Simon who points his barbed wire crowbar at Lucious Starr.

Simon Kalis: You do a lot of smack talking when we're not around...

Simon holds the curved end of the crowbar to Starr's face, where the barbs are the sharpest.

Simon Kalis: TALK SHIT NOW MOTHERFUCKER!

Simon pulls back and then cracks the crowbar over Starrs face, ripping bits of flesh off as he completes the swing. The crowd is stunned, and even Rentfro and McDaniel remain quiet.

Masakazu: Where is he?

Starr scoffs, shaking his head as Masa grabs the microphone from his dad for a moment. Danielson is up on the outside, his hands on the ring apron as he peers up. Masakazu watches him intently now, making sure he doesn't try anything funny.

Simon Kalis: I have given you your time, Lucy my boy. I have allowed you to run wild because it was my perogative to do so. Now that time is ending, and my patience is up.

Starr speaks but we can't hear him, though he seems to be reminding Simon about Manitoba Mayhem.

Simon Kalis: Manitoba Mayhem! What Summer Sizzler is to Matthew Engel... Manitoba Mayhem is to Simon Kalis. And you really wanna come at me on my stage, boy?

Kalis looks at Masakazu, who looks back at him and nods. Simon throws the microphone to Masakazu.

Masakazu: JOSHUA!

Danielson slides into the ring, carefully getting to his feet. He looks on across the ring, as Starr wipes the blood from his face.

Masakazu: I am gonna break you kid. You think you can play around with my little brother? Who the shit are you?

Joshua says something, we can't hear it. But Masakazu sure finds it funny.

Masakazu: Whether it's here in the PWA. Or in Victory Wrestling. I am challenging you boy.

Jon McDaniel: Whoa!

Brian Rentfro: Who is Masa calling boy? This idiot is 19 years old.

Simon looks down at Starr, as Starr looks up at him smiling. Cameras flash all around the arena, the image of Kalis standing over Starr with the barbed wire crowbar to his neck. Starr, smiling reseliantly. It is picture perfect.

Masakazu: Name the time. Name the place. Cause I am going to BREAK YOUR FUCKING LEGS LIKE YOU DID SPECTRE!

Masakazu whips the microphone at Danielson who knocks it aside. Danielson ducks an elbow strike from Masakazu, Masa bends backwards to avoid a European uppercut. Danielson springboards himself off the top rope and goes for a big body splash on Masa, but Masakazu catches him and slams him forward to the canvas. Kalis raises his weapon into he air and lets out a scream as he begins wailing on Lucious Starrs face and head. Lucious puts his hands and arms up to cover his face, but the skin on his arms and hands begins to RIP off horribly, leaving streaks of blood to shoot across the ring canvas. Kalis chucks the weapon aside and begins taunting Starr to get to his feet as Masakazu and Danielson begin to circle the ring counter to each other.

Brian Rentfro: Get'em Josh! Get'em Starr!

Jon McDaniel: A preview of Manitoba Mayhem?! THIS IS HUGE FOLKS!

Simon turns to his side, placing his left arm behind his back as he puts his right hand out and motions Starr to "bring it". Starr unleashes a barrage of lefts and rights, Simon using only his right arm to block each attack in quick succession before spinning his left leg out with a huge angle kick. Starr ducks the angle kick as Simon steps up and begins throwing lefts and rights of his own. Starr takes a step back with each shot thrown, dodging each of Simons attacks. Danielson and Masakazu grapple, a power struggle ensuing between the two. Gold begins to cry as he slides himself out of the ring, in case you forgot he was there. He begins saying his hail marys.

Brian Rentfro: This is nuts. Someone needs to throw these guys out!

Starr flips himself over the top rope and Danielson pushes Masakazu away, doing the same. The PWA Tag Team Champions grab their new custom titles from ringside and high tail it up the entrance ramp. Simon quickly grabs the microphone off the canvas.

Simon Kalis: YOU COULD NEVER BE ME LUCIOUS! YOU COULD NEVER LEAD THE ORDER! YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING EXIST IN MY LEAGUE, BOY!

Masakauz is cussing an insane amount of profanity at Danielson who mocks him by brushing "dirt off his shoulder".

Simon Kalis: I AM THE BEST MAN IN THE AoWF! Lisa might hold the World title, but I am the best man. I'm fucking BACK baby! WE'RE FUCKING BACK BABY! And when you step foot into the ring with me at Manitoba Mayhem, Lucious? I will remind you why YOU! FOLLOWED ME! WHY YOU JOSHUA! FOLLOWED ME! WHY THE WHOLE PWA?! WAS BROUGHT TO IT'S FUCKING KNEES... BY... ME!

Kalis spits at Hell and High Water as they disappear backstage.

Masakazu turns, stomping his foot down with his father, slapping their chests and saluting the crowd.

Simon Kalis: ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL!!!!!!

Kalis points the microphone to the crowd.

Fans: THE ORDER OF CHAOS!

"End Titles" hits again as Masakazu and Simon hop out of the ring. They both grab onto one of Jeremy Gold's arms and lift him to his feet as they hop the barricade and leave the arena through the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: The new AoWF Tag Team Champions making it abundantly clear, they're here for the heads of Hell and High Water.

Brian Rentfro: Please. They'll regret ever doing this. Did you see what they did to Starrs face?! His beautiful face!

Jon McDaniel: Oh yeah, I'm sure the world is weeping for him.

Vic Wagner (C) vs Thomas Manchester Black

7th Circle Match for the Grizzly Beer Championship


Jon McDaniel: Now that the PWA staff has finished building this cage of death, run through everything we've got to deal with here Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Alright first off, razor wire is covering the top portions of the cage walls, making it nigh impossible to escape. Which would be pointless because it's Last Man Standing rules.

Jon McDaniel: Aye.

Brian Rentfo: Then you've got barbed wire covering the turnbuckles, light tubes strapped to the ropes, and various weapons planted on the inside walls of the cage. Jon, this is an even worse nightmare than Nightmare on Elm Street.

Jon McDaniel: Tell that to my childhood. Regardless, this should be a hell of a fight.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the MAIN EVENT! The following bout is a 7th Circle Match for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship! Introducing first, the challenger...

"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: 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 through the steel cage door, the only unroped and safe spot in the entire cage, 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.

Eric Emerson: This is THOMAS MANCHESTER BLACK!

"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"

Once the ref is finished, TMB takes off his hoodie and tosses it to a nearby ring hand, before slinking down into a sitting position in the corner. Black eyes remain focused as he waits for the match to begin.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

A lion roars then the heavy guitar riff, and pounding drums of the song start.

Eric Emerson: Fighting out of Munich, Germany. He stands at a height of 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in at 259 pounds. He is your reigning PWA Grizzly Beer Champion.

Eric is cut off as the vocals of the song kick in .

I rule the jungle, I rule it with pride
I'm judge and jury, your life I decide
I have awakened for my nightly feast
a reign of terror, beware of the beast

Vic Wagner appears at the top of the stage looking pissed off to be here. Vic has the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship around his waist. Vic points at the belt with a wicked grin on his face, and then moves to the top of the ramp.

Don't try to run there's no way to survive
a vicious surrender I'll eat you alive
no one is safe until I get my fill
all hear my warning I'm king of the kill

Wagner holds up his right hand with his ring and middle finger forming a V and yells "Vicious", then quickly brings up his left hand has his ring and middle finger forming a V and yells "Vic". He then places the two Vs together to form a W and Yells "Wagner", and then lowers his ring fingers to flip off the crowd begins to head down the ramp.

stalking the land for the scent of my prey
stopping for nothing don't get in my way
left to the vultures your life is denied
I rule the jungle I rule it with pride

as Vic Wagner heads down the ramp trash talking fans, he almost ends up throwing punches at a few select fans some other fans he makes a jerking motion towards.

Don't try to run there's no way to survive
a vicious surrender I'll eat you alive
no one is safe until I get my fill
all hear my warning I'm king of the kill

Vic Wagner steps through the steel cage door and stands up straight unstrapping his title. Vic tosses the belt towards the ref not really looking at him like it doesn’t matter, and then moves into his corner.

DING DING DING!

Black doesn't hesitate to grab a steel chair off the cage and run at Wagner, who ducks a swing from Black and kicks Black in the groin. Wagner slams his arm down on Black's back repeatedly bringing him to a knee. Wagner knees Black in the face and then tries to pick up the chair but Black picks Wagner up and slams him down with a back body drop. Black gets the chair and slams it repeatedly into Wagner's sides and legs. Black tosses the bent chair away, Wagner in a lot of pain but managing to get to his feet. Black gives Wagner a roundhouse kick to the chest sending Wagner's back into the barbed wire on the turnbuckle! Ouch! Black pulls Wagner out of the barbed wire, turns him around and dropkicks him in the back sending Wagner chest first into the barbed wire! More ouch!

Brian Rentfro: Black is coming on a little strong, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: That better be a coffee joke.

Brian Rentfro: Uh...yeah, totally is.

Black picks Wagner up in a fireman's carry and throws Wagner down onto his neck and back. Black grabs another weapon off the cage and it's a 40 oz bottle! Black charges at Wagner but Wagner dodges the wild swing from Black and connects with an ace cutter out of no where! Wagner picks up the 40 oz bottle, waiting for Black to rise to his feet. In a roaring elbow style strike, Wagner smashes the 40 oz bottle on Black's forehead, nearly knocking him out as Black falls to the canvas! Wagner talks some trash to Black as he backs up, letting the ref make the count.

Ref: 1!

2!

3!

4!

Crowd: BOO! LET'S GO BLACK!

Brian Rentfro: Stupid people. Wagner is clearly a superior athlete.

Ref: 5!

6!

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Brian. TMB has gone through four tough opponents very easily since his debut.

7!

8!

And Black is to his feet. Wagner and Black hook up, with Wagner getting the advantage and putting Black in a hammerlock. Black reverses out of it, and connects with a hammerlock reversal into a DDT! Wagner is stunned and Black grabs Wagner to his feet, and whips him to the ropes! Wagner crashes into some light tubes as they break against his back! Wagner stumbles off the ropes and gets nearly killed as Black lays him out with a clothesline! Black grabs an American flag off the cage, not really knowing what to do with it until he rips the flag off the staff, waves it high in the air, and then smashes the staff over the back of Wagner! The crowd is going crazy!

Crowd: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

Black brings Wagner up to his feet and whips him to the ropes again - no wait! Black holds on and brings Wagner toward him with a short-arm clothesline! Black doesn't waste much time and pounces on Wagner with lefts and rights, trying to wear Wagner down as much as possible. Wagner manages a knee to Black's groin and throws Black off of him. Wagner struggles to his feet and tries for a suplex on Black, but Black blocks it and suplexes Wagner! Black is back in the game and nails a rising Wagner with the Get Down or Lay Down! Wagner looks nearly out of it and Black backs up, letting the referee count.

Ref: 1!

Ref: 2!

3!

4!

5!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Vic! Get up!

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is really getting behind TMB here tonight!

Crowd: U-S-A! T-M-B! U-S-A! T-M-B!

6!

7!

8!

Vic Wagner is to his feet. Two close calls so far in this hellacious match. Wagner ducks a clothesline from Black and nails him with a kick to the face out of no where! Black gets knocked into the ropes and gets some light tubes crushing into his own back! Wagner grabs a kitchen cutting board off the cage and rocks Black in the head with it! Then he throws it like Captain America throws his shield and knocks Black in the stomach, putting him on his knees!

Brian Rentfro: What great use of kitchware, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: I don't think that was its intended use.

Black gets up to his feet and Wagner gives him a smirk, trying to level him again with the board but Black ducks underneath and leg sweeps Wagner to the mat. Black curbstomps Wagner into the canvas a few times and then brings him up to his feet. Black grabs the cutting board himself, but doesn't see that Wagner's got the bent chair from earlier! Both swing! Both knock each other in the head! Both go down!

Ref: 1!

2!

3!

4!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Vic get up! You can go it!

Jon McDaniel: Why is it that we always find ourselves in a Rocky situation when we have these matches?

Brian Renfro: Yo Adrian!

5!

6!

7!

8!

9!

Both men get back to their feet. Branches of Sins on Wagner right into the cutting board!

Black gets up to his feet, Wagner isn't moving and he's bleeding profusely from the head.

Ref: 1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

Brian Rentfro: Don't let me down Vic!

Jon McDaniel: Black is very confident that's it for Wagner!

6!

7!

8!

Crowd/Ref: 9!

10!

DING DING DING!!

Eric Emerson: Your winner of this match and new PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... THOMAS MANCHESTER BLACK!

Black celebrates as he is handed his GB championship.

Brian Rentfro: NO!!!!

Jon McDaniel: What a great match, Brian. And I bet if these two met again, the results might not be the same.

Wagner is a little dazed but manages to get to his feet, too little too late. He looks at Black and reaches his hand out. They shake, but Wagner brings Black in close and says somethign in his ear. Black's eyes widen, surprised at what Wagner has to say, and we fade from Wagner leaving the steel cage with a smirk on his face.