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

Good vs Evil
11-14-2008


Malicious vs Nuke Fusion vs Matt Seraph

TV Title Contendership Match


Before the match starts, Nightmare comes to ringside to watch the match.

A lot of back and forth between all three men, with no one getting a clear advantage. The end comes when Malicious goes to the top to hit the Broken Straight Jacket on Seraph, but Fusion shove him off the top turnbuckle onto the floor. Fusion pulls Seraph to his feet and nails him with the Deific Effect for the win.

Gezza vs Pohatu vs Rex Cassidy vs Kyle Stevenson

TV Title Fatal Fourway


[Another ringer with the slick trigger finger
For Her Majesty
Another one with the golden tongue
Poisoning your fantasy
Another bill from a killer
Turned a thriller to a tragedy]

Gezza Glides Out of PWA sign. As this happens; a blue coloured fires hits the floor behing him, like lightning.

The music volume is lowered [From Blackfen, United Kingdom Gezza!]

The Music volume back up to its almost unbarable volume...

[A door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Oh, someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die

Another tricky little gun
Giving solace to the one
That will never see the sunshine
Another inch of your life sacrificed for your brother,
In the nick of time
Another dirty money “heaven sent honey”,
Turning on a dime

Well, a door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die]

The closer Gezza got to the ring, the more the smoke faded. As he climbed up to the ropes, he did a somersault-like jump into the middle of the ring. He
raised both of his fists into the air as if he had won the match, then five blue fireworks were fired into the air making close shapes to the letters:
G E Z Z A

By the end of this the song had come to a close. He either stepped out of the ring for his opponent to do their entrance or he prepared to fight his opponent.

As the double bass pedal that Devil Driver was known for started pounding out a rhythm on the sound system, the lights began to pulsate,
the pulsing and pounding synching up after two or three. A figure could be seen with his back turned to the crowd, standing at the center of the entrance
with his arms laying at his sides. With the cut out of the bass pedal, a single flash of yellow lighting along the edges of the big screen, temporarily
blinding those near by. When the lighting gave out to the normal lights of the arena, none other than Pohatu could be seen, having turned around during
the flash. Snapping his head up, the light heavyweight grinned and pumped both of his fists up into the air.

From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
I'm travellin' on, far and wide
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but
someone else

Dropping his arms to his sides, the Electric Enigma started walking down the entrance ramp, making a point to stick to the center of the aisle. Not reaching
his arms out to the fans, the athlete instead watched the ring carefully, though a cocky grin was on his face. Pausing as he reached the bottom of the
ramp, the brunette glanced around, quirking one brow up as he examined ring side. Nodding in seeming satisfaction, Pohatu ran up and slid in underneath
the bottom rope, popping up to his feet immediately.

The arena lights flicker and smoke fills the entry way, a strobe light over powers the arena and makes everything appear to move in
slow motion. The fans boo at the site of "The Anti-Hero" Rex Cassidy. Rex strides to the ring with his trench-coat dragging on the floor beneath him. He
climbs onto the ring apron and enters between the ropes, the arena lights go normal onceagain and Rex awaits the bell.

The familiar bass riff to "Schism" by Tool begins to play over the PA system. Then all of a sudden it stops and we hear a needle scratch
as if taken abruptly off the record.

The lights dim as the opening riff to "Suffocate" by Motograter hits the PA System.

Eric Emerson: "From Huntington Beach, California...weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds..."

The first verse plays as Kyle Stevenson walks out from behind the curtain. He stands there for a moment as the song hits the chorus. He then makes his
way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: "He is...Kyle STEVENSON!!!"

Kyle slides in and throws his arms up as a salute to the crowd. He then stands facing the ramp staring a hole into the curtain as he stretches. "Suffocate"
fading away.

Each wrestler stands in a corner, facing the person across the ring from them; none of them wanting to start, but at the same time each wanting to get it on. Kyle stands across from Rex Cassidy, Pohatu across the ring from Gezza.

DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: This should be an interesting match.

The sounds of snoring comes from the headset of Brian Rentfro, a oomph sound as he is elbowed from John McDaniel. In side the ring, the four wrestlers have locked horns with their counterpartners and are locked up in a tug of strength and will.

Kyle Stevenson vs Rex Cassidy
Kyle is locked up with Rex Cassidy and Rex is beginning to back Kyle up into a corner; Rex turns and now has Kyle in a arm lock, dropping Kyle to the mat. The ref runs over quickly for a count, but Kyle is back up to his feet pushing Rex into the ropes. As Rex returns, Kyle lowers in front of him and with a back body drop, Rex is on the outside of the ring. Climbing through the ropes, Kyle quickly follows after him; he leaps from the apron with a cross body, but Rex manages to catch him, slamming him down to the concrete.

Jon McDaniel: Kyle brought the fight outside and paid for it right there.

Brian Rentfro: Rex made sure to make him pay.

Pulling Kyle to his feet, he whips Kyle into the barricade surrounding the ring, before grabbing Kyle's wrist and whipping him the opposite way and into the ring apron; Kyle grabs his lower ribs that have caught both impacts. Kyle, full of grit, charges back at Rex, who with a back body drop of his own sends Kyle up and over the ring barricade.

Jon McDaniel: This fight has gone to the fans.

Brian Rentfro: They are going to get their money's worth tonight.

Similtaneously inside the ring, Pohatu and Gezza are going at it with rights and lefts; the veteran of the wrestling industry having over estimated Gezza a little. Gezza backs Pohatu up against the ropes, Irish whip and he is sent flying to the other side. Gezza comes back with a flying clothesline and both men go down to the mat.

ONE!-- Pohatu kicks out violently throwing Gezza off with authority.

Jon McDaniel: Gezza with a quick cover for a one count.

Brian Rentfro: But John, it is way too early for that.

Both men are back to their feet tangled up with a collar and elbow tie up in the very center. Elbow to Gezza's face and he is sent reeling backwards, another right elbow shot followed up by a quick left jab to the ribs and Gezza is flinching from the onslaught of Pohatu. Backing Gezza up into the corner Pohatu is unleashing rights and lefts on Gezza whipping him into the opposite corner following up with a body splash into the corner. Gezza moves and Pohatu catches the turnbuckle with full force stumbling backwards out of the corner right into a fireman's carry slam to the mat.

ONE! TWO!-- Kyle pulls Gezza off of the pin, stopping it after the second hit of the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Close call there for the champion.

Brian Rentfro: He doesn't have to be pinned to lose the belt here in this fatal fourway.

Kyle and Gezza are now battling on the outside of the ring with fists, Pohatu is the only wrestler left in the ring. Rolling back into the ring, still throwing fists, Kyle and Gezza are a tangle of flying fists and leg kicks.

Brian Rentfro: The tenacity of Kyle Stevenson after his return to PWA is remarkable.

Jon McDaniel: He has shown the drive and dtermination of a true champion and warrior.

Kyle with a stiff uppercut to the chin of Gezza who goes down in a heap, to pull Kyle face first into the turnbuckle padding. Kyle stumbles backwards out from the impact and Gezza leaps from the bottom turnbuckle with another flying clothesline takedown.

ONE! -- Pohatu breaks up the pin and there is Rex Cassidy to take Pohatu. Kyle is dragged to his feet by Gezza who delivers a elbow to Kyle's gut following it up with a stiff European uppercut then another elbow to the gut with a spike DDT to the mat. Gezza makes the pin attempt but Kyle is in the ropes and the pin count cannot be made. Kyle is on the receiving end of stomps and kicks from Gezza as Rex and Pohatu are going at it with forearm shots on the other side of the ring.
Brian Rentfro: Action every where John.

Jon McDaniel: The intensity for the TV title has picked up ever since it was announced that after three defenses you can get a World Title shot.

Rex and Pohatu exchange elbows and forearm shots to each other, neither really getting an upper hand in the exchange. Pohatu delivers a stiff fist to the temple of Rex and he stumbles to one knee in the corner. Lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle Pohatu is going for a top rope superplex as on the other side of the ring Kyle has set Gezza up for the same.

Brian Rentfro: These two men looking as if they are working together in this matchup.

Jon McDaniel: And... both Rex Cassidy and Gezza are down on the mat after the elevation of the top rope superplex takes them out.

Pohatu is on his feet first, followed quickly by Stevenson. Pohatu runs to the corner, jumps up and nails Stevenson with the Circuit Breaker.

1...2...3!

Eric Emerson: The winner, and NEW PWA Television Champion...Pohatu!

Nightmare enters the ring, holding the TV title belt.

Nightmare: Congratulations, champ. Enjoy the moment because I'm coming for this belt. And on that night the Television Championship will finally mean something because nothing and no one will stop me from walking out with it as the new TV Champion.

Nightmare shoves the belt at Pohatu and walks away.

Jethro Hayes vs El Rey


The cranking of a tractor is heard throughout the arena and the video entrance of Jethro Hayes begins playing over the big screen.
Cows moo, on the screen cows are shown in a green pasture. Pigs are oinking, on the screen pigs run around in mud within a fence. The scene on the screen goes to rolling hills, showing combines in the field harvesting crops, tractors harrowing the ground preparing for the new crop; semi trucks are hauling
off the harvested crop. A man walks up the 3 steps and opens the door on the cab of his John Deere tractor, he is wearing a John Deere trucker hat, and
is missing a few teeth, evident by the grinning face he turns to the camera, he waves at the camera; it is part of a family video. He climbs on into the
cab of the tractor; along with the cranking of the tractor on the screen, the beginning of Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver begins to play over
the speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John Deere 4720 tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up from the muffler.


~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy

When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an hour.

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... Jethro Hayes!"

With the mentioning of his name, Jethro toots the tractor's horn inside the cab and waves to the crowd, he revs the tractor's engine slightly in response
to the crowd.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while reving the tractor to full power; then he shuts the tractor
off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge pop, he waves and climbs down. Jethro is wearing overalls with a yellow John Deere shirt underneath, brown
Wolverine boots, and a John Deere hat.

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.


~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with the music.

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in the air, still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a fiddle.

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

As the latin rhythms of "Baila Casanova" by Paulina Rubio begin to play El Rey de Corazones emerges from the entrance curtains in
his ring gear along with a black sombrero and toreador jacket. Holding the curtain open for Montaña Rose (who is holding a large bouquet of flowers) El
Rey then takes Rosa in his arms and they dance a brief Muñeiraon stage before El Rey begins dancing a Bolero down the ramp as Rosa follows tossing flowers
out to the crowd.

When they reach the bottom of the ramp Rey turns and takes the bouquet (Which is all roses now) from Montaña and then procedes to pass them out to the
women in the front row. Then he removes his jacket and hat and hands them to Rosa before he climbs into the ring and waits for the starting bell.

DING! DING!

El Rey and Jethro lock up in the middle of the ring with Jethro gaining the quick advantage due to his enormous strength. Forcing him backwards, El Rey is in the corner, but manages to back up the turnbuckle and dive over the head of Jethro onto the mat behind him.

Brian Rentfro: What a move by the King of Hearts there.

Jon McDaniel: He has certainly picked up his game after the loss to Farm and Harm Express.

Jethro spins around to face El Rey, who connects with a leaping roundhouse spinning hell kick to Jethro's mouth. The big man falls back in the corner stunned and El Rey follows up with right hands to his stunned opponent. El Rey leans across Jethro delivering several kicks to the ribs of Jethro Hayes, who winces with each blow. El Rey keeping the momentum going while it is on his side tucks Jethro's head underneath his armpit for an over the head suplex, but Jethro manages to block the move thanks to his weight and minimal training with Jamie Flynn. El Rey is determined as he lifts Jethro up into the air, but Jethro tucks his knees and falls back to the ground and the two are locked up again with Jethro's head tucked under El Rey's armpit.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro blocked a move?!

Brian Rentfro: Appears as though he did.

Jethro lifts El Rey up into the air and spinning away from the corner, drops the King of Hearts onto the mat with a thunderous slam. Both wrestlers roll to their side and grab at their lower back, the pain obvious on each of their faces and even through El Rey's Silver and Black mask. Jethro rolls on through to his knees, but is panting from the exersion of blocking and completing a move. Jethro picks El Rey up to his feet, whipping him hard into the ropes and El Rey bounces back with a springboard kick, but Jethro manages to catch him and plant him with a sitout spinebuster wrapping a leg, he makes a pin.

ONE! TWO! TH--El Rey kicks out, but just barely the move having stunned him.

Jon McDaniel: Both superstars letting it all hang out here.

Brian Rentfro: It is a pay per view John, of course they are letting it all go.

Pushing his legs away from him, Jethro stands up once again pulling El Rey to his feet. Scooping him, the King of Hearts is slammed to the mat with a scooping body slam and Jethro is climbing to the top turnbuckle where he dives with a double ax handle. El Rey moves out of the way and Jethro lands on the mat with a crash, holding his elbows that made the most contact with the mat.

Brian Rentfro: Big men should not go to the top.

Jon McDaniel: High risk usually only pays for those who know how to do it.

El Rey bounces from one side of the ring to the other leaping over Jethro, he springboards with a moonsault onto the back of Jethro. Pulling him to his feet, the crowd cheering, Jethro is lifted up and over the top rope to the ring apron outside. Jethro is dizzy from the quick moves and still slightly stunned from the moonsault holds onto the ropes. El Rey takes a running leap to the middle turnbuckle, to the top and drives a dropkick into the side of Jethro's head, who goes flying to land on the mat outside. El Rey lands feet first on the apron and climbs back into the ring. Again, he hits the opposite ropes as he comes back he begins his leap about two feet from the ropes. He momentarily balances on the top rope before leaping to the outside onto Jethro, who had gotten to his knees.

Jon McDaniel: A high risk move pays off for El Rey there.

Brian Rentfro: He nailed it beautifully, 9.5.

Grabbing the left wrist of Jethro, he whips the farm boy into the ring apron back first and Jethro bounces back out holding his back. El Rey climbs up onto the announce table leaping with a hurricanrana that drives Jethro's feet across the corner of the announce table.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!

Jon McDaniel: "The ref's count has gotten up to six here in this matchup of just plain nice guys.

Brian Rentfro: A win is on the line and perhaps for El Rey a Grizzly Beer title shot in the future.

El Rey rolls back into the ring and the count is stopped; Jethro is grinning as he lays on his back. El Rey is climbing to the top turnbuckle again and Jethro is rolling up to his feet. He begins his turn as El Rey dives from the top turnbuckle; Jethro catches him...

*CRASH and sounds of tables crashing*

McDaniel(from far away): Jesus Brian, they came right at us.

Rentfro(far away as well): I want a raise for treatment like this.

Jethro had caught El Rey and delivered a spinebuster through the announce table. The groans of El Rey are heard coming from El Rey as his back is the one drivien through the table. Grabbing him up, Jethro rolls El Rey into the ring, where he lifts him up to his feet and places him into the position for the Planter.

McDaniel(normal once again): Folks, we have no table, but we are back, Brian can you hear me?

Brian Rentfro: Loud and clear.

Lifting him up high into the air, Jethro drops El Rey onto the mat with the Planter and El Rey clutches at his back in obvious pain. The ref is instantly down to one knee for the pin, but checks El Rey who is groaning loud enough for the fans back in the 20th row to hear. Jethro drops to one knee to find out what is wrong and hears El Rey say something about his back is hurt. The ref looks up at Jethro asking to hurry up and pin El Rey, but Jethro refuses to pin a man the caliber of El Rey when it isn't fair.

Jon McDaniel: Parmedics, now!

Brian Rentfro: Why isn't Jethro pinning him?

Jon McDaniel: He has hurt El Rey, somehow.

Jethro again shakes his head at the ref as both are still on one knee beside the fallen wrestler; the fans in the arena are silent in anticipation of the news. Down the ramp paramedics sprint down to ringside and slide in a board. El Rey stands up with Jethro's help and hobbles to the ropes, El Rey is shaking his head. He is limping noticeably, but is moving with help from Jethro. Climbing through the ropes, Jethro helps El Rey down to the stretcher and places him on it gingerly. The crowd begins to clap loudly as Jethro, along with the paramedics walk up the rampway. From his position at ringside, Eric Emerson is motioned to where the referee is standing. The two converse moementarily the ref shaking his head and Eric nodding his head. Lifting the mic to his mouth...

Eric Emerson: Sustaining a severe injury from The Planter, El Rey was unable to continue in this match. Jethro Hayes would not pin his opponent out of respect for what El Rey has accomplished; thus this match has been declared a no contest!

Brian Rentfro: The sap, he had the match won!

Jon McDaniel: But you have to respect that, he will probably be ridiculed for it, but you've got to respect it.

The fans are still standing on their feet filling the arena with the sound of their clapping.

Nightmare vs Hunter Sullivan


[Due to technical difficulties, the match is joined at the beginning, after ring introductions. Unforunately, the difficulties extended to McDaniel's and Rentfro's headsets, cutting out their commentary. Thankfully, our crack technical staff got the problem sorted out by the next match.]

Sullivan is the more eager of the two to begin, shifting forward lower to the mat, ready to lock up. Nightmare moves in and meets him for the lock up. Nightmare used an old play ground tactic as he supplied the resistance for a moment before falling back and too the side. The move lets Hunter fall to his knees, and allowing a follow up. Nightmare grips in a reverse waist lock, keeping Hunter grounded and applying pressure. The move is soon countered as Sullivan moves to his feet and making a standing switch. This is soon brought up into a half nelson, which in turn is countered by Jonathan, whom rolls out of it, and whips Hunter to the corner. Sullivan hits back first, soon being followed by Nightmare who lifts up a knee in his charge-caught. The leg is horrifically in The Vipers hands, it doesn’t stay that way long as Nightmare jumps up with his other leg, falling back and launching in a monkey flip! Hunter lands harshly on his back, holding it in pain, moving to a seated position, only for a drop kick to rock the impact point. Nightmare smiles as he looks at his opponent holding his back, moving back to his feet, ready to pounce. Jonathan moves in gripping Sullivan by the arm, Irish whipping him to the ropes. Hunter makes his speedy return, quickly being leap frogged over. The trip is made again, met this time with an arm drag, flinging Hunter onto the mat with a roll. Nightmare follows up with a charge of his own, only for Hunter to nail his own armdrag, this time the move is connected to a submission. The arm bar is wrenched and held in tight, the arm would surely not be Sullivan’s main focus, but gives him the momentary advantage.



Nightmare starts making it to his feet, holding his shoulder in slight pain as he climbs. Hunter seems ready to attack but is simply launched back to the ropes, Nightmare following after. Hunter makes a mental grin as he leaps to the second rope, and returning with a SPRING BOARD SHIN KIC- ducked! Sullivan lands on his knees, but returns to his feet for an attempted irish whip. This time Sullivan counters up, sending Nightmare instead, following him. Nightmare makes a similar mental grin, jumping to the second rope CORCK SCREW KNEE- DODGED! Hunter stops and dives to the side, letting Nightmare crash to the mat, hitting his knee!

Fans are behind the action as they cheer the opening exchange. Both competitors are neck to neck in terms of dodging and attacking. Hunter has moved in on the downed Nightmare, grabbing the knee which hit the matting,. The former tag team champion quickly attempted to kick off his attacker, but couldn’t do so before a few harsh stomps to the thigh. Nightmare sped back to his feet once clear of Sullivan’s stomps, wanting to prevent a grounded situation. Nightmare leaned back bumping into the ropes, backed against a wall so it seems. Once Nightmare is to his feet, Hunter makes a charge, only to be launched slightly overhead, with intentions to land on the matting outside. The move never pulled through, as Sullivan lands on the apron. Nightmare tries to capitalize none the less, sending a hard elbow, only to be ducked, and retorted with another elbow. Nightmare staggers back holding his face, soon turning around to notice Hunter springing to the top rope, SPRING BOAR- Ice dodged it, heading to the ropes! Hunter regains his composer, watching as Nightmare returns leaping for a leg Lariat, but another duck prevents contact. Nightmarer hits the matting, returning to his feet, noticing Sullivan had headed to the ropes as well. Jonathan was prepared, Sullivan moved in close, seemingly cocked back for a lariat, but is caught with an SUPER KI-Caught! Hunter takes the leg and spins it to the side, making Nightmare turn a 360, before cocking and launching forwards trying to grab a Ura-nage! Nightmare brings a knee high into Hunters side, countering as he grabs Sullivan and drops him down with a complete shot! The inverted STO rocks the canvas, and the fans cheer for there favorite wrestler, and the exchanges that are happening.


Nightmare push’s Hunter off him, moving to his feet with slight pain in his leg. Sullivan holds his face attempting to push himself up, and not allow John to gain an advantage. The Complete shot, however, has dazed him too much; Nightmare ends up pulling Hunter to his feet. Sullivan is soon pushed roughly into the turnbuckle, pressed in with a few hard kicks. Sullivan holds the impact point, doubling over slightly only to be snapmared to the canvas. Nightmare quickly follows up, locking in a tight sleeper. Sullivan grips at the arm, attempting to let off some pressure, the attempt is of no use. Hunter instead starts fighting it and moving to his feet, managing a few elbow shots. The Strikes allow Sullivan to break free and whip Nightmare across the ring. Sullivan waits for the return, launching Nightmare nicely over head with a back body drop. Hunter follows up on the drop, heading to the ropes and rebounding off them, returning hitting a nice senton. John was holding his back slightly when his leg was suddenly gripped! Hunter jerks it towards the center of the ring, dropping a knee on the wounded limb. The competitors are now center ring after Sullivan jerks Nightmare by the leg. Hunter starts to take advantage of the limb, stepping over it, seemingly going for a figure four! It doesn’t work out as Nightmare boots Hunter in the rear on the turn, sending him staggering forward. Hunter keeps going, however, intent on rebounding off the ropes, Nightmare moves to his feet with a slight limp. Sullivan returns ready for his attack, only to be knocked down harshly with a calf kick! John follows up, making the cover. One , two, kick out.

The kick out was really to no surprise as Nightmare sends in a few hard mounted punches. Hunter is grabbed by the hair and pulled to his feet soon after the hard shots. Nightmare steadies his opponent for a moment before kicking the back of his leg. That kick is soon followed up by a kick to the abdomen, and then one to the chest. John finish’s off the harsh combo with a hard kick to the fa-CAUGHT!! Sullivan has enough about him to catch the boot, sweeping Nightmare to the mat. John’s legs are soon hooked and crossed; Hunter tries desperately to turn the hold. Nightmare fights desperately, trashing left and right, not making it an easy task to turn him. Finally Nightmare manages to scoot himself close enough to the ropes to prevent a submission.


The Ref moves in, pulling Hunter off of the assault. Sullivan was still pulling intent on locking the move it, but upon the rope count being brought up, Hunter relinquished the hold. Not happy with his involvement, Sullivan moves towards the ref pushing him back. The ref witnessed similarity to his mistreatment in the Riona match, and held the same tactic. Disqualification threats are repeated, a loss here would be horrible. Interested in walking away with victory, Sullivan leaves the ref alone, turning back to Nightmre, in time for LANZAR- Dodge! Hunter quickly side steps and sends Nightmare speeding towards the ropes. John makes a rebound, Hunter charges with a SPEA- Side step! Hunter slips through the ropes landing on the matting outside. The Viper was merely tossed for a loop as he starts moving back to his feet. Staggering back slightly he looks to his opp- TOPE SUICIDA! Hunter is caught off guard and knocked harshly to the ground. The crowd picks up in support of the highflying move from their hero. Nightmare gets to his feet, and starts to limp slightly on his leg. The ref begins his 10 count as he looks on at the men outside the ring. John returns to his opponent, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet. Hunter is pressed back first against the apron, soon flurried with chops, and finished with a hard chest kick. Sullivan staggers forward and is soon grabbed by the arm, whipped roughly to the barricade. The back is hit roughly as he slopes down a little. Nightmare smirks as he follows up, charging in and nailing a hip-to-face maneuver. John notes the count and makes a roll into the ring, rolling back out to restart the count.


Sullivan is hurting slightly as John moves back in on him and pulls Hunter back to his feet. The Viper staggers a few steps, getting a light right hand in his face soon after. Nightmare takes aim at the steel steps, grabbing Hunter by the arm and whipping him hars- counter! Sullivan shifts momentum sending John instead. Hunter grins as Nightmare’s shins hit off the steel steps, rolling him over the hard steel to the matting on the other side. John grips his knee in pain, moaning as the hurt leg is taken advantage up, and further hurt. Hunter starts moving in on the hurt opponent, walking around the steel steps with a gleaming malevolent grin. Nightmare crawls back slightly but it doesn’t work was Hunter grabs his leg and jerks it back to the step, laying on the steel and stomping harshly on the knee. John pulls away his leg and holds it close to him, not able to really retort with a counter. Sullivan follows up again, taking the leg back again, this time placing it behind the steel steps and against the steel turnbuckle! Hunter backs up and takes aim, running forward kicking the steel steps! But no leg was the worsen, as Nightmare pulled it to safety! Sullivan moves back and redirects himself, moving back in on John…TRIP! John grabs Hunters tights and pulls him forward, face first into the apron.

Hunter holds his face as he staggers back on his feet, knocked loopy. Nightmare takes his chance and moves to his feet, taking grip of Sullivan and rolling him into the ring. John follows Hunter in, moving to his feet and taking aim. Sullivan had moved to all fours before getting a weakfish kick to the stomach, rolling him to his back. John takes an advantage seemingly as he pulls Hunter to his feet; Sullivan is then launched across the ring. The irish whip sends him rebounding, heading back for a seemingly back body drop. This doesn’t come true as Hunter makes contact and rolls over his awaiting foe, landing on the matting behind him. Nightmare stands up only to be locked into a reverse waist lock before the ability to do anything about the counter. Lucky for Nightmare however, Hunter’s foot was planted firmly between his gapping legs. John makes a slight bend forward, gripping the ankle and tripping Hunter back out of the hold. Once Sullivan lands on the ground and Nightmare finds himself free of grasp, he heads for the ropes. Hunter quickly returns to his feet trying to get there before a returning John. Sullivan manages to do so, grabbing the ropes behind him and pulling down the top one, causing Nightmare to go over.


The counter doesn’t go as planned as John lands comfortably on the apron. Hunter turns around and sees the error of his counter, attempting to elbow shot the pesky former PWA tag champ champion. This as well doesn’t work out as Nightmare ducks the shot, shoulder thrusting through the ropes. Hunter doubles over, Nightmare now leaping over attempting a sun set flip. Sullivan is rolled to his back, but quickly rolls back out of the pin. Hunter makes it to his feet and attempts to move in and hit a quick kick to the side of his opponents face. The shot is caught, causing Hunter to bounce on his foot slightly as John moves back to his feet, foot still in grasp. Nightmare tosses down the captive foot, launching with a clothesline. The move is ducked as Hunter moves behind his opponent, grabbing behind Nightmare’s neck. The neck breaker attempt is foiled as John retorts with a hard back elbow knocking the assaulting wrestler off him. Hunter is knocked forward, and soon grabbed in a reverse waist lock. Nightmare seems intent on launching a German suplex, however, a standing switch causes a rethink in plans. Hunter switches up into a half nelson quick, however, again is foiled by an Irish whip. Sullivan hits the ropes, rebounding back attempting to nail a hard clothesline, ducked. Hunter makes another rebound, turning into a LARIAT! Counttterr! Hunter, hooks the oncoming arm, moving to a halfnelson, LAUNCH! HALF NELSON SUPLEXAH.


Nightmare is launched, landing harshly on his upper back and neck, finally ending up on his stomach. The fans grow concern as Hunter rolls him, hoping for the pin fall victory. One, Two, kick out! Hunter swears, slamming a fist down on the mat, the fans merely cheering. Not wanting Nightmare to gain his bearings back, Sullivan pulls him to his feet, pushing him to the corner. Hunter smirks as he takes John’s throbbing leg and places it over the second rope. John is a little to dazed to do anything about it before being awoken from the illegal maneuver. Hunter pulls on the foot, using the ropes as a pivot point. Nightmare grip at the leg for a moment before the ref pulls Sullivan off the move. John takes his leg off the second rope, but isn’t left alone for long as Hunter takes grasp of the leg once again.
Sullivan pulls John out of the corner slightly, nailing a leg drag. The former Tag Champ lays on his back, leg in Hunters grasp, surely a poor place to be held. The viper starts kicking in on the thigh of his opponent; brutal stomps are followed by a leg stretch. Sullivan leaps over John, pulling the leg in the way it shouldn’t go. This move caused Hunter to release the foot, which led to a lack luster attempt to escape the onslaught. John rolls to the outside, limping on his leg, cursing his handicap. The Viper smirks as he goes after his opponent, feeling good about his ability to gain an upper hand. John limps away from the apron but it’s of no use as Hunter gives a swift kick to the back of his wounded leg. Nightmare falls to his knees, however, is pulled back to his feet and slapped across the face soon there after. The insulting gesture causes John to retort with a hard chop. Hunter was caught off guard and is hit with another chop before returning with his own. Nightmare retorts with another chop, gaining an upper hand. Sullivan knows he is on the losing end, and decides to send in a stomp on the thigh. John stops his assault dropping back to his knee, Sullivan returns to bringing him back to his feet, rolling him into the ring. The Viper follows after Nightmare, bringing him to his feet once in the ring, pushing him into the corner again. Hunter picks John up and places him on the top turnbuckle, climbing up slightly after him, only to be pushed back. Hunter attempts to climb back up again, getting a hard few right hands for his trouble. Sullivan staggers back, Nightmare takes aim and launches from the third rope with a short distance WHEEEL KICK! The viper is knocked harshly to his back, holding his head in pain. John moves back to his feet, dragging Hunter with him. Once he finds himself firm on his feet, John challenges his legs pulling Hunter onto his shoulders. Hunter puts up little resistance, loopy from the kick, SIT OUT DOMINATOR! The move hits with a slight blotch as Hunter never made a full turn landing on an angle. The move still hit with maximum velocity, summoning a pin attempt. ONE TWO THREE!!... FOOT ON THE ROPES!


John looks to the ref directly after the 3 count, the foot being directed to his attention quickly. Nightmare grabs the leg and hooks it going for another pin. One, two, shoulder up! John is slightly impressed with his opponent’s ability to kick out. With a slight smirk Nightmare moves back to his feet, dragging Hunter along with him. He won’t be able to kick out of the pin when he’s done with him. Nightmare sends a knee into the abdomen, bringing Hunter to a doubled over state. Nightmare starts sending in rapid knee shots to the chest, ending off with one rough one to the face. Hunter is dazed as he staggers back into the ropes, using them to stay on his feet. The assault doesn’t end as John follows up with a few hard left and right hands, ending off with a revengeful slap to the face. Nightmare smiles pulling Sullivan off the ropes, to dazed to mount an assault. Nightmare soon grabs Sullivan around the neck and arm, lifting up and twisting, SAMBO SUPLEX. The crowd cheers as Nightmare makes the cover, surely this time he- Kick out. John looks at his opponent’s shoulder, clearly off the mat. Seems he’ll need just a little more. Nightmare moves to his feet, returning to the mat with a leg drop. Hunter takes the shot, rolling onto his stomach soon after. John moves back to his feet, pulling his opponent with him, pushing the man to the corner. Nightmare rubs his elbow as he backs up slightly, turning back around and charging forward with a –boot? Sullivan kicks up his boot and staggers John back. Nightmare turns holding his jaw, proving as a mistake, Hunter moves in hitting a charging bulldog. Neither man is quick to his feet, Nightmare however, gets to his first. John rains a right hand down on a rising Sullivan. Hunter returns shoulder thrusting the abdomen, moving fully to his feet afterwards. John recuperates and sends Hunter a thudding elbow. Sullivan retorts with a left hand shot, getting a mid section kick in return. Nightmare starts regaining an upper hand after a stinging chop, followed by a few more. John continues with the stinging brutal chops, forcing Hunter against the ropes. John says one final word before chopping again “This is my night boy.” After the chop connects; Hunter feels the victory falling away from his grasp. With one last effort Hunter pulls back, nailing a head but staggering Ice back and almost down. Hunter moves forward attempting to gain an advantage but is caught with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Sullivan literally crumbles to the canvas, the fans cheer wildly as the match is surely near an end. Nightmare, however, doesn’t go for the cover, but rather pulls Sullivan to his feet, moving him center ring and placing him in a standing head scissors!

Requiem for the FALLLLEN!!!! Hunter falls slump for the second time, Nightmare making the cover slowly after with a cocky look of victory. The ref slides down, Nightmare hooks the leg, ONE… Two… THREE!!

The great American nightmare starts blaring over the sound system with the declaration of Nightmares victory. Fans are approving as a nice close and interesting match finally meets its end. With a repeated result, Nightmare simply raises his arm in victory and leaves the ring in peace. Management can now surely see he is worthy of a title shot.

Aeolus Wrath vs Jacob Figgins

Trials of Steel
Grizzly Beer Title Match


The opening riffs of "Code Of Energy" by Papa Roach blare over the PA system, a single spotlight seen at the top of the ramp. It continues and from the back emerges Aeolus Wrath in his black and purple windbreaker hood and matching windbreaker pants, his hands and wrists taped up for combat. He walks solemnly down the ramp to the ring, stopping once to look side to side at the crowd, as they boo him, a sly grin forming on his face. He climbs onto the apron of the ring and scales a turnbuckle, tossing back his hood to reveal his jet black hair almost combed down over his eyes. He bumps his fists together and does a moonsault. When he lands, white pyros scream and explode from all four posts in the ring. His music dies down, as he removes his windbreaker and kicks it to the side, throwing some shadow punches and kicks in his corner.

The lights in the venue dim as a hand becomes visible throwing the entrance curtain open. And out comes the Celtic Fury receiving a mixed reaction from the audience as "Battle Song" blares into the speakers.

Hear the sound of swords fulfill the night
Feel the winds of death on your skin
See the arrows fly, flaming in the sky
Hear the screams of men, as they die

At the top of the entrance aisle, Figgins turns his back to the audience outstretching both of his arms and leaning back. Finally he spins on one foot and spits energy drink onto the aisle infront of him. Letting his arms fall back down to his side he began his trek towards the squared circle

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

"Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 267 pounds...He is the Celtic Fury...JACOB FIGGINS! "

Silence now falls upon this blood red field
Vultures feasting with the flesh of dead bodies
"This is a great moment for all of us
but now its time to head back home victorious"


The lights returned to normal and Figgins raised his head letting the audience's eyes grace him. Looking from left to right, a smirk crawled across the features of Figgins as he runs up the ring steps and walks along the apron taking a swig of his energy drink before putting the bottle down next to the southeast turnbuckle. He leaned against the ropes outstretching his arms once more and spraying a light mist onto the floor outside the ring.

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

Finally entering the ring, via the top and middle ropes, Figgins turns on one foot and extends his arms for a final time acting as if it was a privilege to the audience to watch him perform in the squared circle and within the venue itself. Dropping his arms he takes off his ring jacket and throws it outside of the ring to get prepared for his upcoming bout.

Brian Rentfro : What an exciting match this will be, which man will withstand the trials of steel?
Jon McDaniel: Grizzly Beer match? Oh good, now I can sleep

Both men step to the center of the ring once again as Eric Emerson hops outta the ring. the ref checks to make sure each man is ready before sounding for the bell. Wrath and Figgins just stand there staring at each other. Without warning both men rush at each other and collide in a flurry strikes. Figgins rocks Wrath with a foreman to the face but Wrath answers with elbow to the side of the head that makes Figgins stumble backwards into the ropes. Figgins bounces of the ropes and retaliates with yakuza kick square to the nose of Wrath. Wrath rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm. Figgins goes to the ropes again and collides with Wrath in the form of a headbutt. Wrath , again runs to the ropes and hits Figgins with a hard chop to the chest. Figgins turns around to go to the ropes once more but Wrath grabs him from behind in a reverse waistlock and tosses him backwards with a release german suplex. Wrath strikes a pose and beckons Figgins to rise to his feet before turning towards the ropes and comes back with a YAKUZA KICK-No, Figgins parries the kick and grabs Aeolus around the waist from the side before dropping him with a leg hook saito suplex. Wrath rolls over to the corner and stares at Figgins, who is just getting up to his feet.

Both men circle the ring and prepare for a lock-up as the crowd begins a chorus of claps and stomps to get the two men fired up. Figgins and Wrath move in for a lock-up, but Aeolus quickly transitions to a reverse waistlock. Figgins breaks the lock before going under his opponent’s arm and twisting. Wrath walks around in a circle resisting the urge to clutch his captured arm before rolling forward and grabbing a hold of Figgins right leg, forcing him to the canvas. Wrath slips in between Figgins’ legs and wrenches the right leg. Figgins forces his left leg in front of Wrath before releasing his leg from Aeolus’s grip and attempting to apply a cross-arm breaker. Aeolus keeps a hold of his wrist , preventing his arm from being hyperextended. Figgins rolls over onto his side while trying to pry Wrath’ hands a loose. Aeolus manages to stand and get his arm from Figgins’ grasp before grabbing Figgins leg and lying in a trio of kicks to the calves of Figgins. Wrath turns Figgins over into a half crab but unfortunately for Wrath, Figgins reaches the ropes before he could lock the hold in completely.

Brian Rentfro : It seems already that both men are trying their damndest to get as many falls as possible
Jon McDaniel: Some one is trying to sleep here!

Wrath and Figgins get up and circle the ring once more before reaching out , starting a heated test of strength. Figgins originally has the advantage but the crowd begins to get behind “The Code of Energy” , willing him to force Figgins to his knees. Figgins gets back to his feet and quickly causes Wrath to buckle much to the delight of the dedicated “Figgified Nation”. Figgins breaks the hold and snapmares Wrath over before applying a facelock. Wrath attempts to slip out of the hold but using his free hand, Figgins beats him back down with elbows to the forehead. The fans, once again get behind Wrath, who at the moment is shaking his fist furiously and looking to get back into the match as Figgins wrenches the hold in tighter. Aeolus gets to once knee as Figgins gets to his feet to keep the leverage to his advantage. Wrath lifts Figgins up just enough that he can get a leg in front him and goes from a drop-toe-hold. As Figgins clutches his face, Wrath immediately pounces on top of him and claws at the face of “The celtic fury” as he reaches the ropes. Aeolus applies fishhooks to the mouth and nose of the downed Figgins ast he ref begins the count. At the count of four Wrath gives on last tug on the face of Figgins and climbs off of his back.

Aeolus gets Figgins to his feet and whips him into the corner. Wrath spits into his hand and strikes Figgins with a tremendous backhanded chop to the sternum, leaving Figgins slumped down in the corner clutching at his chest. Wrath picks Figgins up once more and grinds his forearm into the face of his opponent before stomping him down to the bottom turnbuckle. The fans get ready because they know what is coming next, Wrath places his shoe on the face of Figgins before crossing his neck with his thumb. Aeolus begins to viciously scrape his shoe across Figgins’ face as the crowd gives an “Ey!” for each scrape leading up to Wrath running to the parallel ropes and rebounding with A LOW YAKUZA KICK!

Brian Rentfro : What a kick!
Jon McDaniel: Would you shut up for five minutes. This is my only sleeping time!

Wrath stands on the middle rope and plays to the crowd. Aeolus goes to Figgins once and again and begins scraping his shoe across his face. Wrath rushes to the parallel ropes and strikes Figgins again with A LOW YAKUZA KICK-NO! Figgins grabs Wrath’ foot and stands up leaving Wrath hobbling on one foot before tossing him to the ropes and dropping him with a sit-out water-wheel slam as he rebounds. the ref slides over and makes the count. 1……1.93 , Wrath kicks up with no troubles but remains on the ground holding his head. Figgins whips Wrath into the adjacent turnbuckle and lays into him with a running knee lift. As Wrath slumps to the canvas , Figgins hops onto the second rope and argues with a few Wrath fans in the front row that are heckling him. Aeolus uses this distraction to rest up and drops the distracted Figgins with a german suplex. Figgins gets to his feet just in time to fall victim to Wrath and a well-placed ganmengiri. Figgins falls between the middle ropes to the outside as Wrath steps on the apron to follow. Wrath thrusts his arm into the air in triumph before running along the apron and jumping off with a front flip senton.

Aeolus attempts to slam Figgins’ head into the apron but is blocked by Figgins and reversed, sending him face first into the side of the ring. Figgins whips Wrath into the ring and after catching his breath tries to climb into the ring but is stop by a right hand from a recovering Wrath. Figgins is trapped in between the top and middle rope as Aeolus gets to his feet and after rebounding off the ropes, thrusts Figgins back to the outside by way of a dropkick. The crowd stands to their feet, either to applaud Wrath or will Figgins back into the match. Figgins slides back into the ring and catches Wrath as he attempts to go for an STO. Figgins gets Wrath in a front facelock and picks him up before dropping down into a brainbuster. Wrath sits up almost immediately and rushes at Figgins again only to be powered up and dropping down into another brainbuster. Figgins crawls over Wrath but neglects to hook the leg. 1…2….2.69, Wrath rolls away and slowly gets to his feet. A ‘Figgins” chant starts up and gains momentum like an avalanche as the match intensifies. Figgins tugs on his elbow pad and as Wrath gets up he measures him for a LARIAT!-No , Wrath ducks but comes off the ropes and is scooped up right into A SPINBUSTAH.

Brian Rentfro : Ouch! That has to be painful.
Jon McDaniel: That’s what everyone’s going to say if you don’t let me sleep!

Wrath isn’t moving as the ref grabs his arm and checks Wrath out. Figgins pushes the ref aside and drops on top of Wrath, 1….2….2.9999! Wrath kicks out but remains on the canvas. Figgins get the dazed Wrath up and attempts to whip him into the turnbuckle but Wrath drops on his way there. Figgins grabs Aeolus and drags him into the corner and begins laying into him with elbow strikes and headbutts. Figgins tosses Aeolus out of the turnbuckle before getting to the top rope. Wrath rolls to his feet and climbs up to the turnbuckle with Figgins. Aeolus applies a front facelock on Figgins but is met with a headbutt to the face. Wrath hops right back up and climbs the turnbuckle once more, and is caught with an elbow to the side of the head. Aeolus gets up and gets a running start and gets to the top turnbuckle with a no-hands leap before applying the front facelock and taking Figgins over with a SUPERPLEX. Both men don’t dare to stay on the ground longer than necessary and quickly scrambles to their feet. Figgins catches Wrath from behind as he gets to his feet and takes him over with a sloppy german suplex. Wrath does not feel a thing as he makes Figgins pay for the german suplex with a STIFF KICK TO THE STOMACH! Figgins tumbles backwards alittle as Wrath stands in the center of the ring, “Feel free to try that again”. Wrath finishes taunting the downed Figgins only to drop to the canvas in exhaustion.

Aeolus rolls over onto Figgins but does not hook the legs and as a result, Figgins kicks out alittle after two. Wrath whips Figgins into the turnbuckle and follows with a step-up knee strike. Wrath sets Figgins on the top rope and follows him up but a knee to the gut causes Wrath to drop to the canvas hard. Aeolus rolls out to the apron and while standing on the middle rope forces Figgins to stand by pulling on his ear. Figgins gives Wrath a headbutt, to which Wrath responds with a rake to the eyes. Wrath grabs Figgins in a ¾ facelock and leaps off the top rope with an SPRINGBOARD ACE CRUSHER! Aeolus rolls over on top of Figgins and hooks the leg.

1…2…...2.69, Figgins kicks out and immediately rolls to the outside of the ring. Wrath in the ring stomps his feet 3 times the audience stands to their feet as all eyes are on the “Code Of Energy”. Wrath bounces off the ropes, jumps over the top rope and collides into Figgins with a tope con hilo. Figgins gets to his feet and begins hammering Aeolus with elbow after elbow until the other competitor could no longer distinguish where he was. Figgins revels in the dazed look on Wrath face as he applies a front facelock and takes him over with a snap suplex. Figgins tosses Wrath in to the ring but takes his time getting back in, savoring the moments til his victory.

DING DING DING
“The first ten minutes are now up.” Both men return to the respective corners, the ref letting them have a slight breather before the second half of the match.
Figgins got to a vertical base and yanked on the second rope while Aeolus walked along the eastern side of the ring. Finally both men circled to the middle, Figgins with both of his hands balled up into fist lowered toward his waist while Aeolus was in more of a defensive stance. To test the waters, Aeolus shot towards Figgins. In which The Celtic Fury side stepped easily. They both closed in once more, Figgins slapping the hands of Aeolus feigning a lock up. Finally the first grapple of the match was locked in both Figgins and Aeolus in a collar tie up. Aeolus was the first to offensive as he forced left arm into a wrist lock. Aeolus twisted Figgins’ arm to put more torque on the lock. Figgy with his free hand tried to poke Aeolus in the eyes, however, Wrath managed to glace it off by moving his head with each attempt. Figgins rolled on the mat and getting back to his feet but in vain, Wrath had the hold in tight. Aeolus forced Figgins’ arm back bringing his back to the mat, Wrath went down to one knee keeping the wrist lock locked in. The ref went on all fours to see if Figgin’s shoulders were on the ground by sliding his hand under his shoulders. Figgy suddenly kipped up, now trying to pry Aeolus’s hands off his wrist while intertwining his leg with his. Finally Figgins let go and decided to use brute force to get out, elbows soon knocked Wrath right in the face. One elbow, two elbow, once Aeolus let go, Jacob quickly rolled forward making Aeolus land on his face while Figgins applied a leg bar on his foe. Aeolus scrambled around in desperation until he finally got a hold of the bottom rope, forcing a break on the hold.

Brian Rentfro : And both men fly eagerly into the submission portion of this match.
Jon McDaniel: I’d like to submit to some sleeping thank you very much

Figgins got to his feet while Aeolus sat against the ropes to gain life back to his leg, The ref between them to make sure Figgins doesn’t try a sneak attack. Jacob backed toward the corner as the ref went to check on Wrath.. Figgins began to shake his left arm to get the blood flowing back to it properly. Soon he got back to his stance waiting for Aeolus to get to his feet. Once Wrath did he leaned against the turnbuckle, The ref still between both men sticking his hand out in front of Figgins as he paced along the eastern side of the ring. Aeolus finally left the corner and started to pace around Figgy. Figgins feigns a shoot to the knees causing Aeolus to back away, Jacob grows a smirk. Once again the men go into a tie up and Aeolus was quick to turn it into a side headlock. Aeolus goes down to one knee and changes it up into a European headlock. Figgins managed to find the strength to get himself back to a vertical base. Jacob sends in some punchs’ to Aeolus’s ribs giving himself the advantage to push Wrath off. Aeolus bounced off the ropes and attempted a shoulder thrust but it had no effect on the Celtic Fury. The shot caused Jacob to taunt telling Aeolus to try it again. The Ego of the champ took up the challange as he bounced off the ropes and shot towards Figgy. Aeolus seemed to have a aim on the leg, however, Figgins simply lifted up his leg causing the attacker to baseball sliding behind him. Figgins turned around right into a dragon screw from Aeolus. Jacob was quick to his feet after the shot, but, was brought to the mat once more by a single leg take down. Aeolus showing a aim for the knee. Wrath grabbed Figgins’ right leg and began to torque it until finally Aeolus dropped an elbow across the knee. Wrath quickly placed Figgins leg into a leg lock which caused Figgy to sit up. Jacob attempted to get Aeolus off his leg began to grind his elbow into Aeoluss face. Figgins then placed his arms around Wrath’s neck applying a choke hold while attempting to scissor his legs around Aeolus’s midsection. Figgy seemed to be going for possibly a rear naked choke. Aeolus, however, managed to torque Figgins’ arm causing him to lay back.

Figgins quickly sat up, not wanting to be stuck by a submission hold. The Celtic Fury raised his arm trying to apply a dragon sleeper but Aeolus torqued Figgins’ leg causing him to let off. Wrath got to his feet and began to drag Figgins to the middle of the ring by his worked leg. Aeolus then leaps up and lands a leg drop across the knee causing Figgins to writhe! Aeolus crossed Figgins legs and held them together with his knee. Figgy sat up and landed a forearm across the temple causing Aeolus to lean back slightly. Figgins went to land another but Aeolus blocked it and landed a forearm of his own. Jacob laid down looking out of it, Aeolus smirked but it was quickly wiped off his face as Figgins sat up once more and landed an elbow across the forehead of his opponent. Aeolus did regain his senses to land another forearm to Figgins causing him to fall back. Looking like Aeolus had finally done Figgins in, he went to stomp on Figgins’ arm. To his misfortune Figgins got his arm out of the way and grabbed Aeolus’s free leg, flipping the hold into an octopus stretch hold on Aeolus’s legs. Aeolus scrambled to the ropes managing to get a hold of it again forcing Figgins to break the hold. The ref made Figgy back off as he went to check on Aeolus.. Aeolus shot down once more with a single leg trip. Once Figgins back was on the mat, Aeolus held Figgins leg straight up and torqued it. Which caused Figgy to raise his back slightly. This in turn made Aeolus kick the small of his back. Figgins lay flat on his back once more, he mustered his will to sit up but a leg torque caused him to put his shoulders to the mat.

Figgins sat up quickly to ease the tension from the hold, but Aeolus continued to work like a surgeon on the leg forcing him back down. With a burst of energy Figgins shot his free leg up landing a stiff kick to the jaw, causing the audience to “ooo” at the impact. That wasn’t enough for Aeolus to break his iron grip. Figgins had to break out of the hold, his leg shot up again kicking Aeolus in the jaw once more. Still not enough! Figgins shot a leg up one last time, it landing cleanly on the back of Aeolus’s head. The hard shot caused him to slump over and loosen the hold. Aeolus realized the slack in the hold and locked it back in, however, Figgins flipped to his stomach. Aeolus grabbed Figgy’s other leg, at that moment Figgins rolled forward wheel barreling Aeolus into a victory roll. 1! 2! Thr-no!, the crowd counted in vain, knowing this was submission only Aeolus kicked out, both men rolling to their feet. Aeolus shot for Figgins legs again and applied another leg lock. Not falling for it yet again, Figgins sat up and applied a head lock on Aeolus. The ref kept his eye on both submissions. Aeolus looked to be fading away, he had to get out of this predicament. Wrath decided to torque on Figgins’ leg once more causing him to loosen the head lock out of pain. Aeolus flipped Figgins onto his stomach looking to attempt a Mexican surfboard. However, as Aeolus tried to grab his arms, Figgins sat up overpowering Aeolus and putting him into a pin.

1!2!
Brian Rentfro : Figgins has got to get his head straight. He made the rules and now he keeps on forgetting that pins don’t right now
Jon McDaniel: You are making this impossible

Aeolus pushed out of the pin causing both men to separate and move back to there feet once again, again the ref reminded them that it was submission only. Aeolus shifted back and forth looking at Fig as he limped on his worked upon knee. Wrath still had pains in his neck and a pant in his breathing as the fatigue was quick to catch up on him. Keeping the match slow and technical can work in his favor. The neck as his concern, Figgy hadn’t gotten the chance to get a good go on it. However, that was surely not going to last long. Figgy was scanning over Wrath clearly seeing the panting. Figgy himself worked a strategy, try and get a hold to work the neck, as well as getting him to work himself out. Aeolus and Figgy starts to circle each other, Wrath avoids going for a take down, it would be clearly scouted. A lock up soon ensued, Figgy quickly breaking away from one arm and sending Wrath in a irish whip. Wrath hit off the ropes and returned to a leap frog, continuing his journey. Aeolus rebounds off the ropes once again returning to a attempted kitchen sink. Wrath counters diving over the knee and pulling Fig down in a school boy roll up. Figgy quickly squirmed, however, Aeolus never went for the fatal pin, instead, switch’s up in a attempted single legged Boston crab. The attempt never went far as Figgy pushed Wrath back with kick’s to the stomach. Aeolus staggers back allowing Figgy to return to his feet, back into the ropes and speed forward with a liarat. The shot missed as Aeolus ducked under grabbing in a waits lock, a situation Figgy had studied for Aeolus. Before any damage could be done Figgy rolls forward grabbing Wrath’s feet, hooking his own under Aeolus’s arms. Aeolus push’s out of the roll upward, the men getting back to there feet with speed. Aeolus goes to capitalize but is caught with a hard European uppercut for his troubles knocking him to the mat. Figgy quickly drops a knee on the throat, the beginning step of the Figgenese. The First shot connected perfectly as Figgy headed for the ropes returning with a second knee to the throat. Figgy quickly went for the ropes stopping himself half way as Aeolus rolled to the apron to dodge the oncoming brutal and final blow. Jacob returns to the matt and goes back to the target. Aeolus is pulled from the apron and brought back to his feet on staggering knees. Fig soon locked Aeolus in a cravat wrenching at the neck. Wrath felt the pain growing and knows he is not getting the best of this situation, he need’s to turn it around in his favor. Aeolus soon wrapped his close leg to the worked upon leg, similar to a Russian leg sweep. A few elbows push Fig’s grip off a bit enough to roll forward, tripping Figgy, and placing himself in a position for a knee bar. Wrath pulls back and stress’s the knee working on his focus point.

Brian Rentfro :Aeolus has finally found a weak point, Jacob’s knee
Jon McDaniel: It took him that long!?

Jacob squirms around, he attempts to turn himself and land in some kicks but was unsuccessful. Aeoluss Kneebar was a solid way to take out the knee. Jacob was forced back to his crawling strategy as his nee is pressured. Figgy soon found himself a way out as his shifted somewhat to a vertical, using his free leg for a boost, his arms for balance. The challanger pulls Aeolus and push’s himself close enough to grab the second rope. Wrath was, with reluctance forced to relinquish the hold, soon getting to his feet and backing up away from Figgy. Figgy held his knee as he rolled along the ropes to face his opponent. Aeolus started to circle in a almost vulture-like way, stalking the wounded. Jacob decided that he would fight back as he pushed off the ropes into a lock up. Fig breaks away from one arm and apply’s a wrist lock on Aeolus’s left arm. Wrath quickly rolls forward and sprouts to his feet hooking Figgy in a Northing lights suplex. Jacob is knocked down with the suplex, however, soon recovers to his feet. The Code of Energy capitalizes, sending in a stiff high knee, catching his foe in the lower rib cage. The shot cause’s Figgins to double over and to soon be placed in a textbook front face lock. Both the champion and challenger fight back and forth with the move until Figgin’s manage’s a counter. The technician unhooks Aeoluss wrists and twirls out of the hold and moves up into a Hammerlock. Wrath is hooked into the arm based submission, but last’s there for a short time before mounting his own counter. Wrath steps a bit to the attacked arm’s side, ducking and shifting back into a counter. Wrath pulls up into his own hammer lock turning the tables on the challenger. This table, however, is turned once again. Figgy reach’s back with his free arm, managing to get a hold of Wrath’s hair. With the gelled hair in hand, Fig pulls it forward over his shoulder and drops to his rear, pulling the Code of Energy down into a jawbreaker. Aeolus whip lashed back to a vertical, dazed and slightly confused. The champion is jarred as he catch’s his footing. Jacob is to his feet at this time and takes advantage leaping for a picture perfect dropkick. Figgy landed perfectly as Wrath staggers back and falls through the second and third ropes to the apron. The champion starts to pull himself up using the colored ropes. Once fully to his feet, Wrath was in daggered as Figgy charged forward with intended harm. Aeolus, however, dropped down grabbing the top rope and letting Figgy topple over to the outside matting. Fig is quick to his feet from the drop in time to be hit with a Pelee Kick!!


Fan’s cheer the twirling crossbody with a mocking “holy shit.” chant. Wrath starts to move himself to his feet shaking off his pain, trying to fight back his fatigue. Aeolus returns to Figgy, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet, soon rolling him onto the apron. Wrath push’s him in, following him as he does. Jacob starts staggering to his feet, Aeolus makes sure to keep the man grounded as he spurts forward with a knee clip to the aimed knee. Fig collapse’s backwards to his back with a thump, Wrath happy with his work. Aeolus moves to his feet and looks down at a wounded Figgy, a smirk flows up his cheek as he leans forward retrieving both legs. Aeolus quickly placed the strong leg behind the weak one, interlocking his hands between the gap made. Wrath pulls up on Figgy before making the turn over. TEXAS CLOVER LEAF!! Figgy starts shifting around in pain as Aeolus keeps a somewhat vertical base, a Walls of Jericho like Clover leaf. Figgy starts clawing and crawling at the mat keeping the bottom rope a small distance in front of him in mind, trying to ignore the pain. Wrath keeps constant pressure making sure to pull hard on the weakened leg. Jacob push’s himself up, in a push up fashion, applying more pain to himself slightly before, rolling himself through Wrath’s legs!! Wrath is flung to the ropes where he catch’s himself. Jacob pulls himself up with the ropes staggering slightly on his injury. Aeolus moves back to his feet and quickly returns to going after Figgy. Jacob wasn’t able to get away from the stalking Wrath whom quickly grabbed his bad leg, pulling him away from the ropes. Jacob hopped on his one good leg as he watched Aeolus smirk and raise up his elbow, BAM! ENZUGURI!!

Brian Rentfro :What a kick from Figgins. That came out of nowhere
Jon McDaniel: It came from his leg you idiot

Aeolus is knocked hard to the matting as Figgy tries and regain himself. Jacob proceeds to limp around on his leg, surely they have started to even out is disadvantages and advantages. It’s now that he needs to focus on Aeoluss neck and get him out of the match before his knee can be capitalized. Wrath rolls over on the matt and slowly starts staggering to his feet with a daze, tripping forward into the ropes once to his feet. Jacob follows up on the kick and attacks Aeolus from behind, still on his limp. Forearm, forearm, turning him around as to lay in more strike’s, left, right, euro, forearm, chop, chop, knee. Figgy quickly takes advantage of his dazed and confused state to send him hard into the parallel ropes. Figgy heads off the ropes, bending and awaiting Aeolus return. Fig meets his opponent with a stiff Calf kick! Knocking Aeolus hard onto his back, holding his face in pain. Wrath shifts to a seated pose Holding his face, Jacob quickly shifts down applying a cravat. Figgy managed to geta good grip on the neck and is now wrenching it hard, He has to weaken Wrath more for the Spectral Fig Effect. Aeolus is in pain as he starts to regain his sense of where the hell he is. Wrath shifts himself to his knees, pushing himself to a vertical position. Once Figgins saw Aeolus to his feet, he bounces off the ropes barreling straight to Aeolus attempting to crush his throat with a LARIAT-NO. Wrath ducked underneath Figgins forearm and slips behind him and wraps his arms around Figgins’ waist and drives him to the mat with a back suplex. Aeolus got back to his feet taking a breather while Figgins used the ropes to get back to his feet. Seeing Aeolus still resting, Figgins bounced off the ropes, by the time Aeolus managed to turned around BAM! CRAVAT CUTTAH. Wrath was sprawled out onto the ground, holding his neck while Figgins knelt down, taking a breather.

Brian Rentfro :What a move! Some one better capitalize because time is running out
Jon McDaniel: I wasted all my sleep time

As Jacob was on his knees, taking a well deserved brather, Aeolus shot up. He was playing possum! Jacob quickly tried to get to his feet but soon got planted in the side of the face by a BUZZSAWKICKA--NO! Jacob managed to catch Aeolus’ leg in mid kick and bury an elbow across the knee. Pain shot through, Aeolus’ leg as Figgins swept his grounded leg to the side, planting Aeolus face first to the mat. Taking advantage of things, Jacob sat himself on Aeolus’ back and applied. THE BINDS OF GLIEPNIR. Slowly the hold choked Aeolus out, the ref checking on him determining that Aeolus was out. Time ran down to zero right after, making Jacob the winner

Brian Rentfro : Figgins retains!
Jon McDaniel: Now can I sleep?

Eric Emirson stepped into the ring with a mic. “Here is you winner and STILL the Grizzly Beer Champion. JACOB FIIIIGINS” Jacob took the belt from the ref and exited the ring, going up the ramp to disappear back stage.

Viktor Stone vs Riona Langly

Intercontinental Title Match


A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
Jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck”

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the rampway as Red lights flicker throughout the arena. On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

“Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck”

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.


Jon McDaniel: He has been training with one of the most accomplished technical and high flying men in the sport. The man that runs Chaos, Eli Storm. And this may work out for him. Because he is going to have to do stuff he normally doesn’t do in order to keep Riona off her guard.


Brian Rentfro: That is going to be easier said than done with Riona normally having a great record against high flyers by using her striking to take their legs out from under them.


A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, the lights flickering along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the arena shut off completely, and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd claps along with the music as images of angels and death flash across the screen, superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning, the music stops and a massive explosion of pyro goes off as the metal part of the intro begins, the lights coming back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala begins singing.

### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, the red bangs at the front hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.

### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###

The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face. A huge pop occurs as a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out. She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers to switch back to blue.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first/next... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches. She is the current, reigning, defending... UNCONTESTED, UNDEFEATED, AND UNDISPUTED... PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!!

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###

Riona unstraps the PWA Intercontinental Championship from her waist and raises it high with one arm, pacing across the entrance ramp and showing everyone what she's got as the lasers turn back to red with Tajra's voice returning.

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona lowers her arm and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd. The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose with the Intercontinental Championship in her right hand as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.


As Riona slides into the ring, the crowd starts making a huge buzz back towards the entrance ramp. The announcers look up and sees a familer face making his way down the rampway to join them in the announcer’s booth. It’s none other than Eli Storm, the Head of Chaos. He waves at the fans before grabbing an headset and sitting down at the booth.


Jon McDaniel: Well, well, we are joined by the Head of Chaos, Eli Storm.


Brian Rentfro: Sick and tired of looking at a “B” team and want to get a good look at what a “A” team looks like, Storm?


Eli Storm: Not really, Brian. You see since it seems like Robinson has dropped Stone, I’ve decided to give him some guidance and help him get back on that winning path. So I’m here to make sure that he has the right support. I don’t sit in the back and watch my talent like others, I actually come down and show them support.


The ref is handed the IC title by Riona and he lifts it in the air and shows it off to both wrestlers. The ref calls for the bell and Riona and Stone meet in the middle of the ring. Viktor starts with a tie-up position with Riona Langly. He turns it into a hammerlock and pauses for a moment with a smile on his face before he fires a roundhouse knee to her ribs.


Jon McDaniel: Viktor is starting those MMA like strikes of his?


Brian Rentfro: I hope this isn’t going to be one of those Kung Fu kick flicks.


Eli Storm: When we were training, I told him to start with the strikes and from there mix things up. You gotta keep someone like Riona off their guard if you expect to win.


Stone pushed Riona into the ropes hoping to land a clothesline, but Langly ducks and pops up behind Stone.


Jon McDaniel: The one thing you are not gonna prepare for is Riona’s speed.


Brian Rentfro: Are you calling your one of those fast ladies!?!


Eli Storm: Really, this is the type of stuff that goes on, on Rampage?


Viktor turns around only to watch Riona lift off her feet with a jumping calf kick, sending him into the corner. Viktor tries to bounce out of the corner but is meet with a running knee to the face, sending him back in. Riona isn’t gonna give Viktor another chance, and starts to fire knees and low kicks while Viktor is trapped in the corner.


Jon McDaniel: While that speed is what Riona uses to change the tides, those strikes are what she uses to keep the tide on her side.


Brian Rentfro: Yeah, Riona is a tough chick…do you think she likes it rough in the sack?


Eli Storm: Anyway, what Stone is going to have to do is use that Strength advantage to even the scales.


And as if Stone can hear Eli, he catches Riona as she goes for another running knee. Stone has Riona up in a cradle and slams her down onto her side with a lot of power. Stone steps back trying to put some air back into his lungs after suffering that barrage from Langly.


Jon McDaniel: My goodness, what a beautiful display of power there by the former Television Champion.


Brian Rentfro: A man that we could of said would have been PWA World Champion if he wasn’t a punk!


Eli Storm: A Punk…let me explain something to you, the only thing that kept him from being the champ is the fact that he didn’t have a proper manager leading him down the path. But if you really believe that he is a punk, I can arrange a meeting between you two.


Brian Rentfro: Yeah well… let’s get back to the match.


Viktor waits for Riona to get up and rushes at her with a rolling clothesline, but Riona ducks. Riona spins around waiting for to catch Viktor coming off the ropes, but she doesn’t expect for him to springboard off with a crossbody. But he has too much speed coming with the move and Riona is able to roll through and end up on top of Stone. Before Stone can react, Riona leaps high in the air and drives both knees into Stone’s ribs.


Jon McDaniel: Damn, I'm very impressed with what I'm seeing here!


Brian Rentfro: Christ, she must of forgot what sport she is in. Looks like she is trying to show off her basketball hops.


Eli Storm: Well, Viktor is trying to execute the game plan and that is to leave your feet every once and awhile in order to keep Riona guessing, but Riona was able to adapted very quickly and answer with a move of her own.


Riona is like a pitbull as she stays on the attack by dropping those sharp elbows into the rib area of Stone. Stone rolls over trying to cover up but Riona wisely steps back and nails a vicious looking punt kick to Viktor’s ribs. Riona stays relentless and jumps on Stone’s back locking her legs around the wounded ribs of “The Beast”. Riona is throwing punch after punch to the ribs while she has him locked in her legs.


Brian Rentfro: Wow…I would love to have her wrap her legs around my…


Jon McDaniel: And this is why Riona is so deadly, if you give her an opening, then she will be one you quicker than a teenage on his prom date.


Even though he is taking tons of abuse, Stone is slowly working his way back to his feet. Showing some incredible strength, Stone is back on his feet and Riona is reach up for that sleeper hold. Stone, sticks his head under the top rope and quickly drops down, using his hands to protect his neck. Riona does not have the same luxury, as her neck gets draped on the top rope. You can see Stone is having trouble breathing as he gets up and stalks Riona.


Eli Storm: That’s Stone’s quick thinking using a very innovative move to escape the grasps of Riona Langly!


Riona, holding her neck, is up to one knee and Viktor doesn’t waste anytime as he wraps her up and throws her over his head with a picture perfect belly to back overhead suplex. And you can tell that extending on the toss has put some extra stress on those ribs. Viktor rolls around in pain, but keeps an eye on Riona. Viktor slowly starts to pull himself up on the ring ropes. You can see that Viktor is pissed that Riona has put him through so much pain. Stone grabs Riona and wraps her up in a bear hug, but Riona is not gonna let that slide as she is firing knees to those injured ribs.


Jon McDaniel: Viktor has a good hold on her, but Riona is brutal with those knees!


Eli Storm: COME VIKTOR, YOU CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE OF THOSE KNEES!!!


Brian Rentfro: What in the world is he doing out here?!


Viktor’s ribs are taking a lot of punishment as Stone is trying to position himself by the turnbuckle. And with blinding speed, almost matching Riona’s own, Stone drops down, letting Riona go face first into the turnbuckle top. The crowd flinches as the Tron shows the sickening replay of Riona’s head and neck snapping back, before she hits the mat. Stone quickly pounces on Riona, locking a front headlock and lifting her up. Stone goes from headlock into a MMA clinch and starts to fire knees into Riona’s face. But with each shot he is causing himself pain in those ribs. Stone scoops under Riona and brings her down with a fireman’s carry. But as he lifts up to drop a elbow onto her face, Riona rolls up with both knees. And Stone comes down hard on both knee, causing blood to trickle from his mouth. Stone hosp up holding his ribs and is really having a hard time to get air. Riona wisely uses this as a chance to get herself some air and back on her feet. Stone rushes in and tries to take Riona’s head of with a running clothesline, Langly ducks and waits for Stone to turn around…REALITY CHECK!!!! Stone is in a daze as Riona nails him in the midsection…WHIPLASH!!! That vicious Slingshot DDT is on the mark as Riona goes for the cover.


ONE…


TWO…


KICKOUT!!!


Jon McDaniel: That’s it! NO!!! Stone with a weak kickout. Stone couldn’t power out of that pin if he wanted to, with those ribs wounded like that. That must have been Riona’s plan all along. If you take out the ribs that cuts a lot of what a wrestler can do down by about 75%!


Stone rolls over to all fours as Riona hits the ropes and leaps in the air. She seemingly hangs in the air for a moment before extending her legs and nailing a drop kick to the ribs.


Brian Rentfro: And I’m not going to lie…Viktor isn’t gonna be in any shape for any of the ladies after taking this abuse at the hands of the IC Champ. And Stone better do something, because it looks like Riona is not finish by a long shot.


Riona picks up Stone and fires him face first into the corner, before Stone can bounce out of the corner…Riona rams him face first into the turnbuckle. Using her incredible leg strength, she lifts Stone up on the turnbuckle post. Langly nails a few more shots to the ribs before ascending the turnbuckle. She gives the cue before locking her arms around Stone’s waist and flipping through.


Jon McDaniel: SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!!!

Stone’s back hits the canvas hard on impact.


Eli Storm: DAMN!! Did you see the way his body nearly folded on impact!!!!


Riona slumps back into the corner, trying to rest her back for a moment.


Jon McDaniel: Riona is pulling out all the stops in order to retain her title.


Riona steps back and comes off the ropes. She comes off and pauses right in front of Stone and nails a spinning leg drop. Riona rolls up and measures Stone. Stone gets on all fours and Riona nearly takes his face off with a picture perfect soccer kick to the face. Riona quickly spins around Stone as he snaps up. Riona hooks Stone up in a inverted front facelock while he is still on his knees. She lifts up and plants Stone onto the mat with a vicious reverse DDT!! She forces an elbow into Stone’s face and goes for the cover.


ONE…


TWO…


KICKOUT!!!


Eli Storm: This is showing the champion heart that Stone has…he has been taking a lot of abuse and somehow he keeps getting up?! You can’t train that, you gotta be born with it!!


Riona slams her fist against the mat, not knowing what to do to keep Stone down.


Jon McDaniel: That’s the one thing you can say about Stone, no matter what the man can take some punishment.

The crowd quiets down a bit out of shock, and Stone Cartwright responds.


Eli Storm: Stone is dazed, I don’t even think he knows where he is right now.


The crowd starts to whisper as Riona starts to stalk the dazed Viktor Stone. Positioning herself behind Stone, Riona wraps her arms under his arms and her hands behind his head, locking them in the back to create a full nelson. After setting this up, she holds it on for a while, Riona leaps into the air and places her knees into “The Beast”’s back while falling backwards, the impact on the mat driving her knees into the small of his back as well as the impact pushing out on his neck and shoulders.


DETONATOR!!!!!


Jon McDaniel: Langly for the pin!!!


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!!


Riona rolls off of Stone into the corner, breathing heavy. The ref places the title on her tired body and raises her hand as the crowd explodes in cheer.

Matthew Engel vs Scott Nash Strader

World Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the PWA World Heavyweight Title! Introducing first, the challenger...

"Nutshell" by Alice in Chains takes over the sound system. The smooth and undeniable guitar of Jerry Cantrell takes over your mind and body. His riffs are simple to begin the song, but they speak volumes.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even...

The vocals of none other than Layne Staley kick in. His voice is unique, his tone is melancholy, but his message is pure.

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home

Eric Emerson: ...and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds...

Matthew Engel appears from backstage on the ramp way, the PWA World Title thrown over his right shoulder. Cantrell's guitar becomes amplified, as the song sinks deeper. Matthew Engel is wearing a dark green tuxedo, as usual. He has a black silk shirt, black tie, and black Oakley's. Silver and Green Pyros shoot off as he makes his way down to the ring. He is alone.

Eric Emerson: A former PWA World Champion..."THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead

Matthew Engel is completely focused on the ring. He ignores the fans as he enters through the ropes. Cantrell's guitar takes it to high gear as the song comes near its end. Engel takes off his jacket, tie, and shirt to reveal a white beater underneath. He begins to stretch in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Engel looks completely focused and ready, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Well he damn well better be! I don't know if he'll have another chance to get the World Title back after this.

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hit’s the p.a. system. The ADCtron lights up with a headshot of Scott Nash Strader looking down, with his black bandanna covering his head. He slowly lifts his head as the words to the song begin.

##I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired.
Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words some- What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.##

Eric Emerson: Introducing next... hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds... he is the PWA World Champion...

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain followed by his daughter Meghan Nash Strader. She joins at him his side as he closes eyes and looks upwards.

Eric Emerson: SCOTT...NASH...STRADERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

##But you can't crush the kingdom

Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...##
They begin to walk down to the ring, Scott wearing a white muscle shirt, blue jeans and a pair of buckled black leather biker boots. Meghna has form fitting blue jeans, a old Cowboys From Hell black and white t-shirt, and platinum hoops hang from each ear.

##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps over the top rope, staring at Matthew Engel who stands in the corner eying Scott up and down. Scott holds his World Title high in the air as the fans erupt in cheers. He hands the belt to Meghan, as Strader comes to the center of the ring to meet Virus.

Brian Rentfro: These two have had a brutal history here in the PWA, considering what Engel did to the Strader family.

Jon McDaniel: We saw the fire in Scott's eyes at London's Burning, hopefully he can bring it tonight as well.

The referee goes over the rules with Engel and SNS. They both agree and nod at each other. They take a few steps back, and the bell rings.

DING DING DING

SNS goes after Engel, but Engel is quick to dodge the attack. Engel sweeps SNS to the mat and begins to lay into him with lefts and rights. SNS covers up and Engel gets him to his feet. Engel whips him into the ropes, SNS comes back and hits a huge shoulder block on Engel. SNS goes into the ropes and comes down with a big time leg drop over Engel's throat. SNS gets Engel to his feet and nails a right hook and then follows up with a kick to the mid section. SNS tries for an early powerbomb and gets Engel up to his shoulders, but Engel begins to resist as he connects with lefts and rights to SNS's head. SNS drops Engel and staggers back a bit.

Brian Rentfro: Scott tried for that powerbomb but got rocked by some brawling from Engel.

Jon McDaniel: Engel isn't really known for his brawling skills, but people underestimate that about him.

SNS turns around and is met by a stiff kick to the face. SNS staggers back and falls into the corner. Engel slams him knees into SNS's midsection. He backs up to the middle of the ring, and sprints. He leaps and catches SNS in the face with a high knee strike, and SNS staggers forward. Engel hops up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps forward off the turnbuckle, shooting him legs out in front of him, and catches SNS with a massive bulldog! He hooks the leg...

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Kick out!

Engel is frustrated and gets SNS to his feet. He sends him into the ropes, but SNS comes back and nails him with a big boot! Engel looks out of it, and SNS covers.

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2...

Shoulder up!

SNS gets Engel up to him feet and tosses him easily into the corner. He slams his shoulder into Engel a few times and then picks him up so he's upside down in front of me, and takes off to the middle of the ring. He leaps and executes a big running powerslam. He covers...

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Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: How did he manage to kick out of that?!

Brian Rentfro: Resilience, Jon! Both of these man have quite an abundance of it!

SNS gets Engel to his feet and performs a rear waistlock, which quickly turns into a German Suplex. Engel crashes to the mat hard. SNS gets to his feet and grabs Engel by the hair. He slams his face into the turnbuckle. He does it again, and again. SNS won't stop and finally the referee gets involved to break it up.

Jon McDaniel: SNS is gonna break Engel's head open if he keeps that up!

Brian Rentfro: At this time I don't think Scott would care!

SNS lets go of Engel and steps back for a moment. Engel turns around and SNS charges. Engel moves out of the way at the last second and SNS stops right at the turnbuckle, turns around, and gets met with a roundhouse kick. SNS falls into the corner and Engel comes back with lefts and rights, attemping to cut the big man down. Engel kicks SNS low and locks in a front facelock. Engel steps back with SNS in front headlock and runs up the turnbuckles and comes back down with a huge tornado DDT. Engel lays for a moment, and then makes a cover.

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Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Finally some offense out of Engel!

Brian Rentfro: And what awesome offense, Jon. Nobody does a tornado DDT better than Matthew Engel.

Jon McDaniel: Brian.. you got a little something on your nose.

Brian Rentfro: ...

SNS holds his head as Engel uses the ropes to get up. Engel stomps on SNS a few times and then goes to the top rope. Engel hangs up there for a moment, waiting for SNS to get to his feet. SNS gets up and looks over to Engel who's already in midair. Engel lands on SNS's shoulders, and then hits a twisting hurricanrana! Engel covers SNS again.

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Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: A close count there!

Brian Rentfro: Ref seemed a little slow on that three, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: You seem a little slow yourself.

Engel gets SNS up to his feet and smashes SNS' face into his knee. Engel follows that up with a toss into the ropes. Engel telegraphs a dropkick, but SNS holds up as Engel crashes to the mat. Engel shoots back up, but SNS hits a running lariat on Engel. Engel gets back up again, but SNS is quick to scoop him up and slam him to the mat. SNS goes into the ropes and comes down with a bone-crushing elbow drop. He tries a cover.

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Kick out!

SNS gets Engel up to his feet and throws him into the corner. SNS charges and connects with a huge clothesline. SNS shoves Engel back into the corner and puts him on the top turnbuckle. SNS climbs to the middle rope and puts Engel in a front facelock. SNS lifts Engel up and behind him, slamming him to the mat with a superplex. SNS quickly covers.

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3 -- No! Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Wow! That was TOO close, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: I agree, and Scott seems to be rolling on all gears right now!

SNS gets to his feet first, pulls Engel up and throws him out of the ring. SNS climbs out and grabs Engel by the head and smashes his face into the barricade. The ref begins to start the count.

1!

SNS picks Engel up and drops him throat-first onto the barricade. Engel struggles to breathe and starts to crawl away for safety. SNS kicks Engel in the ribs a few times, and gets him to his feet. SNS slams Engel face-first into the ringpost, as the ref keeps counting.

2!

Engel, now on one knee, is bleeding from his nose. SNS grabs him by the head again, but Engel has had enough as he slams his elbow into SNS' gut. Engel does it again, and again, and then hits a roundhouse connecting with SNS' jaw. He goes down and Engel follows up with a moonsault off the barricade!

Brian Rentfro: Engel hit that moonsault perfectly!

4!

Jon McDaniel: He can't beat Scott outside the ring!

Brian Rentfro: I think he knows that Jon!

5!

Engel gets SNS up to his feet and slides him into the ring. Engel wipes the blood from his mouth and climbs the top turnbuckle as Scott manages to get to a knee. Engel waits patiently on the top rope as SNS turns around. Engel jumps off with a flip and lands perfectly on top of SNS' shoulders. SNS grabs him to prevent falling backwards.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Engel has other ideas! Hurricanrana!

Jon McDaniel: Engel holds it up for the pin!

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Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Another close one, Jon. Are we ever going to get a winner here?

Jon McDaniel: These guys better hope we don't run out of time!

Engel begins to yell at the referee, but he isn't budging about his call. SNS gets to his feet and wraps Engel up from behind and hits a back-to-belly suplex on him. Engel crashes stomach and chest first to the mat. SNS and Engel, a little fatigued, get to their feet at relatively the same time. SNS lays into Engel with a right hook, but Engel comes back with his own. Back and forth they go as Engel tries to stand toe-to-toe with SNS.

Jon McDaniel: Does Engel WANT to lose? He can't stand toe to toe with Scott!

Brian Rentfro: There's always a strategy behind Engel's actions, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: And then sometimes you just do things because of foolish pride, Brian.
Engel fires back at SNS and connects beautifully. Blood begins to pour from SNS' nose as he staggers back. Engel sprints and hits a big-time spear, taking SNS down. Engel is up to his feet, pumping with adrenaline.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is on the offensive, Jon! He can't be stopped.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think SNS is gonna take this lightly!

Engel stomps on SNS a few times and then gets on one knee, reaches back, and pops SNS in the face for good measure. With SNS on the mat, Engel rises to the top rope, his back to the ring. He then jumps off, corkscrewing his body around while somersaulting, and lands with a body splash across SNS's mid-section.

Brian Rentfro: EUTHANASIA! EUTHANASIA! IT'S OVER!

The ref drops to the mat and begins the count.

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All the lights in the arena go out, leaving the entire venue in darkness for several seconds.

Jon McDaniel: What happened? Did Engel win?

Suddenly, a burning PWA logo comes on the ADC-Tron.

Jon McDaniel: It's been...weeks...

The burning PWA logo falls off-screen, replaced by a completely in-focus close-up of the man in the white mask with the Capone hat.

Man: ...for weeks...I have been warning you...warning you of rapture...but what is rapture...

Flashbulbs illuminate the arena, but not enough.

Man: ...enlightenment...the retrieving of the believers to paradise, and the leaving behind of those who lack the faith...

Brian Rentfro: Why is this guy choosing NOW, of all times, to show up again?

Man: ...none believed...none are saved...all lack the faith...for a deity may forgive, but a man holds grudges...and I am no deity...I am but a man...

The man takes off his Capone hat, dropping it off-screen. A spotlight focuses on the top of the entrance ramp, showing the very same Capone hat lying on the steel grating.

Man: ...and I have come for the vengeance that I feel is mine...

The man then peels off his mask as the screen goes blurry, dropping it off-screen. Another spotlight focuses halfway down the ramp, revealing the mask lying on the steel grating much as the hat is at the top of the ramp.

Man: ...but that's life...deal with it...

The spotlights and the ADC-Tron die, with the man's voice echoing over the PA system.

Man: ...rock n' roll...

Fans: WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lights return, and Corey Lazarus stands behind both Strader and Engel, his face expressionless.

Jon McDaniel: HE'S BACK!!! COREY LAZARUS IS BACK!!!

Engel turns as the ADC-Tron reveals the man behind him, and Corey immediately attacks him, levelling with a barrage of rights, lefts, and short knees. Engel tries to fight back, but Corey ducks a blind swinging right before leaping up and connecting with the End Credits, sending Engel down to the canvas. The fans pop huge, and Lazarus gets to a knee, staring down at Engel. Strader backs away from Lazarus.

Brian Rentfro: And he comes back after weeks of being away just to settle a small score with Matthew Engel?! HOW PETTY!!

Corey quickly rushes over to the current World champion. He locks him in a half rear waistlock, hooking his leg, and then flips him up and over, dropping him forehead-first to the mat with the Box Office Bomb II.

Jon McDaniel: Why both?! WHY HAS COREY ATTACKED BOTH MEN?!

Lazarus looks at both men, down and out due to his actions, and then shrugs. He help slides out of the ring, heads to the time-keeper's table, grabs the World title and holds it up to the cheers of the fans, and slings it over his shoulder before walking up the ramp with his back to the ring, eyes focused on the floor. The referee calls for the bell.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the refree has declared this match to be a double disqualification!

Robinson's Big Announcement


Sabotage by the Beastie Boys comes on the PA and President Robinson comes out, looking agitated.

President Robinson: Ok, I've had just about enough of this nonsense. People think they can run around cause all the havoc they want, but I've got news for them. To be honest, as long as it brings in money to the company, I don't care what you all do, but tonight a line was crossed. Last month it was Duff ramming Engel's face into a flaming cage, tonight it was Laz walking off with the World title belt. Then you've got Vik Stone sitting out his World title shots. No more, it ends now. In just a few weeks we've got X-Mas at Ground Zero and I've already decided on the main event. Tonight Corey Lazarus forced the question on us as to who the real World champion is in the PWA. At Ground Zero we're going to get the answer. Right now, I'm declaring the World title vacant. But...but, at Ground Zero we're going to hit the way back machine and bring all the fans a blast from the past to crown the new World champion.

President Robinson: One of the most popular matches in PWA history took place nearly ten years ago and it is time we do it again. We're going to see the return of Dr. Steven Remo's Dome of Destruction! Two men start the match, after five minutes, the next man enters and then another every two minutes until all the participants are in the ring. After that, eliminations are made via pinfall or submission. Oh, I nearly forgot, the ropes are replaced with barbed wire and a cage surrounds the entire thing. That means that the winner will truly deserve to be called the champion and the rest of you will be exposed as the wannabes that you really are. So who is going to be in this match? Since I'm a fair man I'll let Strader and Engel have one more shot at it. And since I love to see people get the snot kicked out of them, Laz is in, too. I'm going to give Stone one more shot at the big time gold and I think that Riona has more than earned a World title shot after countless weeks of holding other gold. So that leaves me with one last spot to fill. I would have put Nightmare in the match as his record has earned him a shot, but earlier tonight he made his current goals clear, so he's right out. But then I thought a little bit more. The event is called X-Mas at Ground Zero, so I thought I'd give all you fans an early Christmas present, so the sixth man in the Dome of Destruction will be none other than...the Phoenix.

Robinson leaves the stage as the crowd is mixed between boos and cheers.

Jon McDaniel: What a night this has been!

Brian Rentfro: Why couldn't Corey Lazarus have just waited until after the match?