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08-21-2011


Glory Days


[Tony Danza is seen walking around backstage, and he obviously notices the cameraman, because he is sticking his chest out and smiling as he struts by like a hard ass. Suddenly, we hear a guitar playing and some singing in the distance, causing Danza to swivel his neck around in curiosity.]

[As Danza continues searching for the source of the music, we can start to make out the lyrics being sung.]

“Glory days. Well they’ll pass you by...”

“Glory days. In the wink of a young girl’s eye...”

“Glory days. Glory days.”

[Just then Danza approaches a man in a leather jacket sitting on some crates with his guitar. It’s none other than Bruce Springsteen.]

Tony Danza: “Bruce, is it really you?”

Bruce Springsteen: “Yeah, Tony, it’s really me. And please, call me The Boss.”

[Danza’s smile turns into a scowl, as he scratches his head...]

Tony Danza: “Bruce, in all do respect, I mean you’re a music legend and all. But come on, you do know that I’m the boss, right?”

[Bruce lies his guitar down and stands up to respond.]

Bruce Springsteen: “Tony, in all do respect, I mean you’re a sitcom legend and all. But I hope you know, when it comes to your little TV show, Angela is...was...and always will be the boss.”

[Danza cracks his knuckles and takes a step closer to Bruce, acting like he is ready to throw down. Just then, someone steps right between the two, gently pushing them each back with his hands.]

Rob Robinson: “Actually guys. I hate to break it to you. But I’m the boss around here.”

[Bruce and Danza each look at Robinson and roll their eyes, obviously disappointed that they have been upstaged.]

Rob Robinson: “And since I’m the boss, I make all the rules. So with that said, Danza...go get me a Yoo-Hoo. And Bruce...pick up that guitar and play some more music. The Glory Days are coming back tonight, you can count on that!”

[Bruce strums on his guitar real hard building up to the chorus...]

“Glory Days. Yeah goin’ back...”

“Glory days. Aww he ain’t never had...”

“Glory Days. Glorrrrry Daaaayyyyyyss!”

Dangerous Dan vs Danny Monroe

Singles Match


Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chili Peppers Entrance Description: Red Hot Chili Peppers Scar Tissue

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Reno, Nevada

With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Eric Emerson: Standing 6’ even and weighing 225 pounds

Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin’ all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Eric Emerson: Dannnnnnyyyy Monnnnroeeeee

With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Danny interacts with the kids in the front row. He rubs a kid’s hair. Flashes a smile and shakes the hand of his parent.

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn’s sweet we call it fall
I’ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

He climbs in the ring. Goes in the corner and he face goes from grateful to serious.

"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring starts playing over the speakers. Dan emerges from behind the curtain and stands at the edge of the ramp where he salutes to the fans. Blue and pink pyros burst into the air. Dan makes his way down the ramp where he addresses the fans on both sides. He then makes his way to the side of the ring, where he poses before back flipping over the ropes. He then makes his way to the turnbuckle where he poses for the fans. Dan jumps down and steps into the middle of the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent weight in at 225 lbs and 5 feet and 11 inches. Hailing from Smithville, Tennessee. Dangeeeerrrous Dannnnnn.

Dangerous Dan extends his hand in friendship. Danny Monroe shakes his head no.

Brian Rentfro: Look, two Dans no waiting.

Jon McDaniel: Why would Monroe refuse to shake his hand?

Brian Rentfro: Why would Dangerous Dan want to shake his hand?

Jon McDaniel: It’s a respect of competition thing.

Monroe attempts to lock up Dangerous Dan has other ideas. He runs against the ropes goes for drop kick which Monroe side steps. Back to his feet quickly Monroe arm drags him and quickly transitions to a hammerlock. Double D quickly powers out it. And this time they do collar and elbow tie up. Monroe with a waist lock from behind that he discards for a full nelson. Monroe hits a german suplex. Dangerous Dan is suffering. A few elbow drops to the left arm. He misses one as Dangerous Dan rolls out-of-the-way. Off the ropes cross body block that sends Monroe reeling to the outside.

1

Dangerous Dan just went tumbling into the PWA barrier as Monroe side steps his suicide dive between the middle and top rope.

Brian Rentfro: He’s not dangerous. He’s reckless.

Jon McDaniel: A chancy attempt but, the reward is oh so sweet.

2

Monroe with an irish whip sending Dan into the steel post his left shoulder taking most of the punishment.

3

Monroe throws Dan back into the ring

4

Monroe up the steps and is climbing the turnbuckle. He hits a flying drop kick on the bridge of the nose Dangerous Dan. Double D tumbles to the ground. Monroe gets back to his feet an attempt an elbow drop to the left shoulder. Dan rolls out-of-the-way. Both back to their feet. A drop step toe hold by the Dangerous one. Springboard Moonsault met by Monroe's knees. Monroe with a german suplex that plants Dangerous Dan’s head into the ground. He follows it up with a DDT. Dangerous Dan is groggy. Monroe looks like he is going to put his armbar on. Here it is Californiacation. Monroe quits the armbar and picks up Dangerous Dan. He just hit Fading Star. His version of a Fishermanbuster.

1

He keeps the leg hooked.

2

Monroe flashes a smile.

3.

And Dangerous Dan didn't kick out in time.

Brian Rentfro: And another quick victory Danny Monroe.

Jon McDaniel: I kind of wished Dangerous Dan had some sort of offense.

A Brief Message From Danny Monroe


Monroe slides out of the ring and heads over to the announce table. He picks up an extra mic and turns it on. Dangerous Dan has rolled out of the ring. Monroe climbs the up to the top turnbuckle and sits down.

Monroe: Is this what Pioneer Wrestling has turned into? All I ever wanted was a challenge. You give me Cody Bogard and Dangerous Dan. I'm still waiting for a guy who is at least some sort of workout. No wonder all the talent in the AoWF goes directly to Victory and Rebel Pro. They don't even feel challenged here. This place use to have a buzz about it. It use to have a feeling of greatness. That's why I came. I was hoping to bring it back to life. You can't blame the wrestlers. They just come out to compete. It's on management.

Danny wipes the sweat off his brow.

Monroe: Some might say 'What does he know? He's in the opening match of a PPV.' You think I would be in the opening match if they had someone half-decent to put in front of me. President Robinson has single-handedly chased everyone away. Where's Emily Corlen? He chased her out. He over saturated the product with endorsements. He puts millions of tiny loop holes in contracts. He does anything he can to make a buck. The one thing he doesn't do is find talent. He doesn't compete to bring in new guys who could make the company better. He brings in retreads. People forgot about them long ago. Robinson should be out looking for the next Lisa Seldon. The next Thunderwolf. Even the next Virus.

Monroe pauses and looks at the fans.

Monroe: Robinson has betrayed you.

Monroe points at all the fans.

Monroe: He's betrayed everything that has ever been good about this company. He's betrayed Chameleon and Raizzor. He betrayed the Morans. He betrayed Showtime. He even betrayed himself. Once a five time World champion. Now a money-grubbing swindling piece of shit.

Monroe pauses for dramatic effect.

Monroe:It takes some guys years to understand the on going behind the scenes in the PWA to figure out how it works. It took me two weeks. Two weeks. You are too busy railroading Showtime. Your business plan has flaws. You are really trying to get rid of one of the few guys who is still marketable. His name means a lot around here. To you Robinson it should mean money. These days that's all you seem to care about. And that's okay. You just have to realize that your product's quality has gone down. And the fans are starting to disappear.

The intensity in his eyes grow.

Monroe: That last bit of information should scare you. More and more fans are tuning into other promotions that actually, you know, try. Instead, we have a match that should have happened nine to ten years ago for the World title. The most important match is yours versus Showtime. Sorry, Simon. The one that will determine if we all still on a sinking ship or the one that may have a chance to right itself. I myself will be cheering for the company to get back to where it should be. And I won't stand by and let it go down with out a fight.

Danny hops down and leaves the ring towards the locker room.

Greetings Mr. President


The scene shows President Rob Robinson sitting behind his desk with Marvin Wood standing beside him, looking as refine as ever. Rob is looking over papers for a few seconds before the door swings open and in walks Matt Stone with Katrina and Elizabeth. Rob sighs and looks up as Stone stops in front of his desk.

Rob Robinson: “What could you possibly want?”

Matt Stone: “Well, for starters, I want my championship. You know where it is, so tell me”

Rob Robinson: “You know as well as I do that McNasty bought it on Ebay from Marxx. He has it, go bother him.”

Matt Stone: “But Rob…”

Stone is cut off by Robinson

Rob Robinson: “President Robinson”

Matt Stone: “What?”

Rob Robinson: “You will address me as President Robinson”

Matt Stone: “I will do no such thing”

Rob Robinson: “Then I’m done with you, Marvin here will show you out”

Wood takes a step towards Stone as Matt and the ladies back up.

Matt Stone: “Oh, I see how it is. Fine then, Rob, you run your company however you see fit, but mark my words Rob, you will regret this decision”

Rob Robinson: “Oh, by the way, Elizabeth and Katrina are banned from ringside. You will be stripped of the title of champion if I even see them down there.”

Matt Stone: “You can’t-“

Stone is cut off again

Rob Robinson: “I can and I did. Keep it clean out there too, I’m watching you”

Matt goes to say something else, however Marvin takes another step towards him and just grunts and walks out the door with Katrina and Elizabeth. Marvin closes the door and turns back to Rob

Rob Robinson: “I love power”

Marvin Wood: “I’ve noticed.”

Katie James (BWF) vs Justin Case (RPW)

AOWF TV Title Tournament


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is a first round tournament match for the AoWF Television Championship! Introducing first fighting out of Los Angeles, California...

Time to play the game
Time to play the game
Time to play... THE GAME!

The lights in the arena quickly cut to black and the image of a blue, 8-bit butterfly floats across the Tron. The crowd starts cheering as the butterfly explodes into the words "STUTTERFLY KATIE JAMES" and "The Game" by Drowning Pool starts playing loudly!

It's all about the game, you fall like the rest
Your failure is my success
It's all about control... will you make it?
I WILL DELIVER THE PAIN, YOU CAN'T TAKE IT!

Eric Emerson: She stands 5'5" and weighs in tonight at 125 pounds...

The crowd explodes in a flurry of cheers as Katie James struts onto the stage and points to the crowd, grinning. She moves to each side of the stage, posing for the fans, then comes back to the center of the stage before dropping to one knee and posing as a shower of blue pyro begins falling behind her! Katie stands up, still grinning from ear to ear, and then quickly bounds down the ramp, slapping fan's hands along the way.

I'm in control, I am your pain
After this, you won't be the same
This is my time, I make the rules
YOU MESS WITH THIS AND YOU DIE LIKE A FOOL!

Towards the bottom of the ramp, she stops and turns back to the stage, then points as a quick burst of blue pyro goes off in the center of the stage. Katie turns back and laughs, then skips around the ring, high-fiving fans as she goes. After a quick trip around the ring, Katie runs towards the ring apron facing the stage and leaps up, turning in midair and sliding from one side of the apron to the other on one knee. Katie stands up and steps over the second rope, then leans in slowly, showcasing her butt for the cheering male fans before entering the ring completely.

Eric Emerson: She is a BWF Hall of Famer... KATIE... JAMES!!!

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Now it's time to die
I am the pain, I am the game
YOU WON'T FORGET MY NAME!

Katie then heads up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and poses once more. With the fans still cheering, Katie does a backflip off the top rope and lands on her feet, then walks over to the corner across the ring and leans against it, rolling her head back and forth as the music fades.

Eric Emerson: And her opponent fighting out of Edmonton, Alberta...

"Victory" by P Diddy and company hits the P.A. Out comes " The Millennium Game " Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air!

Eric Emerson: He stands 6'5" and weighs in tonight at 265 pounds...

Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand.

Eric Emerson: He is a former two-time Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion... He is The Millennium Game... JUSTIN CASE!

Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends.

DING DING!!

James and Case circle each other in the ring. Case gives James a kick to the gut and then throws her into the ropes. James comes back with a spinning heel kick and connects! Case is stumbling back and James goes after him, attacking him with fierce rights and lefts and elbows to the gut. James whips Case to the opposite corner in the turnbuckles. James does a cartwheel and then launches herself into the corner but Case moves at the last second as James hits the turnbuckles! Case delivers a german suplex from behind and bridges it.

1..

2..

KICK OUT!!

Case gets up to his feet and gives James a knee to the face. Case drops James down to the mat with a snap suplex. Case goes against the ropes and tries for a leg drop but James moves out of the way just in time. James lays into Case with some nasty kicks and then slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. James springboards off the top turnbuckle and connects with a big kick to the side of Case's head, sending him to the mat! James connects with the Stutterfly Stomp and goes for the cover!

1..

2..

KICK OUT!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Case!

Jon McDaniel: Why are you cheering for him?

Brian Rentfro: Justin Case you didn't know, Jon, he's the man!

Case gets up to his feet and James smacks him with a chop to the chest. James tries to send Case to the ropes but Case reverses it. James ducks underneath a lariat attempt and connects with a dropkick to Case's back. James runs and leaps over the top rope, grabbing Case's neck and slamming it into the top rope on her way down to the floor. Case stumbles back, holding his threat, and James is quickly onto the apron. She hops to the top rope and leaps off, landing on Case and connecting with a hurricanrana! James makes another cover.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: An impressive set of offense from Katie James here and she's got Justin Case on the run!

Brian Rentfro: Justin Case you didn't know, Jon, he's about to turn things around!

Jon McDaniel: I hope we don't get sued.

James brings Case to his feet. Case breaks away from James and gives her a kick right to the chest! James gets knocked into the ropes and Case charges, clotheslining her out of the ring! Case throws his arms up in the air and celebrates as James gets ahold of herself on the outside. James enters the ring and Case is ready for her. Case ducks a high kick from James and grabs her for a belly-to-belly suplex! Case gets up to the top rope - SHOOTING STAR PRESS! THE CROWD IS GOING CRAZY!

Case stays on top for the cover.

1..

2..

KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: That was a close one Brian! Almost a three!

Brian Rentfro: Justin Case you didn't know, that was three!

Jon McDaniel: Seriously Brian, you're going to get us sued.

Case gets up to his feet and brings James up to hers. James gives Case a few kicks to the stomach and goes against the ropes. James goes for a spinning heel kick but Case ducks underneath. James lands on her feet and turns around ready to deal out another kick but Case gives her a kick to the gut and hits her with the Just 2 Talented!!

Brian Rentfro: OH IT'S OVER JON!

Jon McDaniel: Case is making the cover!

1...

2..

3!!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match...advancing to the semi-finals of the AoWF Television Title Tournament... JUSTIN CASE!!!!

"Victory" hits the sound system as Case rises to his feet and throws his talented arms up in the air. Case leaves the ring with Hughy by his side as they walk up the entrance rampway, Case holding up two fingers to signify he's two more wins away from getting the title.

Brian Rentfro: Case is the best, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: You're ridiculous. But Justin Case does pick up a big win here tonight in Manitoba to advance to the next round.

Hey, I Know That Guy!


The scene cuts backstage where we find Jethro Hayes just walking into President Robinson's office; the crowd buzzing for the Southern Hero. Robinson looks up, not even bothering to drop the XBox 360 controller in his hand, a bit of a Yoo Hoo mustasche on his face.

Robinson: "Thought you were retired or something."

Jethro shakes his head.

Jethro: "As much as you'd like me to be, I'm not; however I am wanting to return to active competition much sooner than anticipated."

Robinson shakes his head, but then thinks of the money that Jethro actually brings in. Robinson goes to speak and then thinks of the money that Jethro's salary costs.

Robinson: "Can't..."

He thinks back on how much he brings in and picks up the financial book that Fantastic Andy slides in to from the left. Robinson looks down at the financial earnings of each wrestler, their income, their sales revenue, etc before looking back up at Jethro.

Robinson: "Well, it shows here that you are healthy, smelly, and as intelligent as an ox."

Jethro just stands there waiting on the result.

Robinson: "So, you are now returned to full..."

Andy taps him on the shoulder and flips the page for Robinson, showing how much each wrestler is still entitled to if they are hurt. Andy leans over and whispers into Robinson's ear as he points to something we can't see on the page.

Robinson: "Um, Medical leave..."

He turns to Andy.

Robinson: "Can we do that part without pay?"

Andy whispers into Robinson's ear again.

Robinson: "He's entitled to that much if we don't pay him while he does nothing?!"

Andy once again whispering.

Robinson: "Can we do anything about this medical benefit plan here in the PWA? Its gonna break us if we don't."

Andy shakes his head, they are are a business and have to have it; Robinson looks disgusted.

Robinson: "Well Jethro, your time is up, my time is valuable, and I'm busy so... in no uncertain terms... get out."

Jethro is disgusted and Robinson yells over his shoulder.

Robinson: "Come back when you are healthy because I'm tired of you sitting around eating Doritos, Cheetos, and getting paid because your belly is too big and your little back is hurt!"

Jethro is furious at being denied and slams the door as we fade back to ringside.

The NAP vs Hell & High Water (c)

Tag Team Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is for the PWA World Tag Team titles! Introducing first, the challengers...

"My Hero" by the Foo Fighters starts to play.

Eric Emerson: Representing the New Age Panzies, Monkey McDee and Not-Stryker!

The two men come out and the crowd is clearly way more into McDee than Not-Stryker. They head to the ring to await their opponents.

Eric Emerson: And now, the PWA Tag Team champions...

Suddenly, President Robinson appears on the ADC-Tron.

President Robinson: Hang on, Eric. Since the AOWF Championship Committee dumped an extra match on us tonight, we're overbooked. And as much as I'd love to see the NAP win the tag team titles tonight, this match can't take place without doing some serious damage to the space-time continuum.

The crowd boos.

President Robinson: Calm down, guys. The match is still going to happen, just not tonight. Tune into Rampage next Sunday and we'll see the New Age Panzies taking on Hell & High Water for the titles!

The crowd continues to boo as the ADC-Tron goes black. In the ring, McDee and Not-Stryker shrug and play to the crowd as the camera cuts to...

Operation: Wallet Retrieval


The scene opens from inside a locker room and the door slowly. In creeps a man dressed all in black, despite the lights being on. On his right hip is a holster, but we can never get a good view of it as he creeps inside the locker room. Spotting a gym bag, he sneaks over to it and unzips it. He pulls his mask up to reveal it’s Matt Stone. Matt starts looking through the bag.

Matt Stone: “What is this? Battle toads? It took me three days to beat the first level of that damn game. Mario Brothers, Zelda? What the hell is all of this crap? Where’s my…bingo”

Stone pulls out a wallet and looks through it.

Matt Stone: “Good. Here’s all my stuff, damn thieves, don’t they realize that I watch the show over. Hey, didn’t I have some cash in here? No matter, I got my papers back anyway, that’s all that…”

Matt is cut off by a screech. He turns his head to see Jojo the Six Million Dollar Monkey standing about ten feet away holding a knife. Matt slowly reaches for the holster, surely he’s not going to shoot the monkey. The two of them have a stand off for about ten seconds before Stone draws out a…banana from the holster. Jojo’s eyes widen a bit and Stone tosses the banana at Jojo, who quickly leaps in the air and cuts the banana in two with his razor sharp knife. Jojo then starts eating one of the banana halves and Stone slowly sneaks back out of the locker room, closing the door behind him as he close in on Jojo eating the banana. We fade out

Lucious Starr vs Simon Kalis

Singles Match


On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before

The lights in the arena are dimmed, all that remains is a blood red lantern shining down in the pattern of a star. A small shadow enters the beam of light, kneeling at the center. He traces the tip of the star, then stretches his arms outward. An explosion of fire on the ramp; the little cloaked figure taken for a moment before shaking it off.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through

Lucious Starr walks out onto the entrance ramp, tapping the shaded figure. The figure stands, loyally following Starr to the ring. The arena is filled with jeers as Lucious and the smaller figure make their way down the ramp, Starr in random intervals lowering to speak to the figure. He assures him with a pat on the shoulder, looking to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell...

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode

Lucious and the figure stop at the bottom of the ramp, the cloaked figure looking up to Lucious. Starr nods, the figure walking to the ring steps and starting up. Lucy turns back to the ring, taking a step back before launching himself up to the ropes. He watches the smaller figure walk along the apron, making its way over. Lucious sits on the middle rope, allowing the cloaked figure to enter the ring before sliding in himself. The two makes their way to opposite ends of the ring, raising their arms in an "X" as they taunt the crowd.

Eric Emerson: Introducing one half of the PWA World Tag Team Champions, the Untamed Fury, LUCIOUS STARR!!

Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don't dare make a stand

Lucious and the cloaked person drop, meeting in the center of the ring. Lucious drops to one knee, nodding to the cloaked figure. The little one runs over, jumping up on Lucious' knee and propelling himself up onto Starr's shoulders. Lucious stands, raising one arm in the air while the other holds the cloaked person safe.

Brian Rentfro: Wait a second...

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

The cloaked figure throws his arms in the air, which allows the hood of his cloak to fall behind him.

Jon McDaniel: IT'S BRIAN KALIS!!

Brian Rentfro: THAT TWISTED SONUVA BITCH!! HOW THE HELL IS HE GOING TO DRAG BRIAN INTO THIS?!

Lucious and Brian raise their arms in the center of the ring as "Turn The Page" dies down, Lucious lowering Brian as he focuses on the entrance ramp. Brian is then helped out of the ring and he quickly makes his way backstage, smiling and waving for the fans.

Jon McDaniel: This man is sick. Starr has disappointed us all.

Brian Rentfro: You kidding? He bought Simon to his knees, Starr is great!


We fade backstage. The camera focuses in on the locker room door, and it clearly reads SIMON KALIS. The cheers from the fans in the arena can be heard all the way back here even, as a number of Royal Canadian Mounted Police arrive just outside, all of them with their right hands to the guns on their holster. The door swings open and Simon Kalis steps out as “Game of Thrones(Heavy)“ by White Noise Lab hits. He’s decked out in his black wrestling tights. “OUTLAW” down his left leg, “KALIS” down his right. He turns his head about, his left eye is covered by an eye patch but we can clearly see the fire in his other. He taps the AoWF Tag Team Championship around his waist.

Jon McDaniel: He’s back in a PWA ring…

Kalis begins walking through the hallways, the RCMP officers escorting him. Kalis crosses his arms, his fists arching over his throat as he shows his elbow pads. On one elbow pad, “VICTORY”, on the other, “REBEL”, making his allegiances very clear.

Brian Rentfro: The General of the PWA doesn’t love us anymore. How sad!

Jon McDaniel: I’m sure you’re broken hearted over it.

Kalis turns into a small corridor and the police escort leaves his side. We switch to a view from ringside.

Eric Emerson: And introducing, his opponent!

A golden arch of pyros begins at the entrance ramp, engulfing Simon Kalis in its brilliance as he steps through and his theme now restarts. At the sides of the entrance ramp, two RCMP officers on horseback gallop forward slowly. One holds a Canadian flag high in the air, and the other holds a black and red flag commissioned by The Order of Chaos. The entire crowd stands on their feet, yet not cheering. They remain deathly quiet.

Eric Emerson: He is the GENERAL of the Order of Chaos!

Kalis remains amidst the arch of gold pyros, his head tilted up and his AoWF Tag title shimmering in the light.

Fans: KAAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAALIS!

The crowd is THUNDEROUS, chanting in unison, each and every single one of them.

Eric Emerson: He is one half of the AoWF Tag Team Champions…

Simon steps out from the arch of pyros, spitting at the ring as he shoots his arms up and breathes out the smoke from his nostrils and mouth.

Fans: KAAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAALIS!

Starr looks around him, his eyes widening as he gauges the support Simon Kalis has in this building. Kalis stomps his foot.

BANG! Pyros shoot up.

Kalis slaps his chest.

BANG! More pyros shoot up on the stage behind him.

Kalis salutes the crowd, and the entire building salutes him back.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG the pyros explode with a thunderous roar.

Fans: KAAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAALIS!

Simon begins walking down to the ring, but not before high fiving the two RCMP officers on horseback.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Montreal, Quebec… CANADA!!!!!

Fans: KAAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAAAAALIS! KAAAAAAAALIS!

Eric Emerson: HE IS THE LAST SUPERSTAR…. SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN…. KAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLISSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

Kalis circles the ring, and stops at a young fan in an old school “Killa Kally” t-shirt. He removes his eye patch and puts it on the child, placing his head to the young fans head and parting a few words of wisdom. The crowd stops their chants and now fills the arena with thunderous applause and cheers. Kalis drops his title off at ringside and circles the ring, Starr keeping his gaze set on The Last Superstar. Simon runs his hand along the ring apron, getting a feel for the PWA ring.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t even hear myself think! Let alone talk!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT?

The cheering and applause continues to shake the arena itself.

Jon McDaniel: WHAT?

Simon slides into the ring and now he and Starr are right in each others faces, nose to nose, exchanging a few heated words. Simon takes a step back, and removes his fake glass eye from his head and throws it into the crowd. He steps back up to Starr, and looks him dead in the eyes.

Simon Kalis: I’ll show you what it is to be a legend.

Lucious Starr: I’ll show you what it is to die like one.

The referee, Dwayne Cross pushes himself between the two and then as he gets them separated…

DING DING DING

Jon McDaniel: HERE WE GO! Where it ALL began!

Brian Rentfro: It shall END!

Kalis strikes first, going old school Killa Kally on Starr with a series of lefts and rights. Starr doesn’t know how to react as his head is bounced around like a punching bag, Starr stumbles back into the corner. Kalis runs at him, leaps up with both knees to Starrs face! Starr slides down the turnbuckles, and Kalis grabs onto the ropes and begins stomping a mudhole straight into Starr’s face and chest. The crowd is going nuts. Kalis throws a middle finger in Starrs face and then continues stomping down on him. He puts his boot to Starrs throat and pushes into it, choking him.

Jon McDaniel: This is a No Holds Barred match folk, it’s all legal.

Brian Rentfro: This is going to get bloody, real quick.

Kalis yells and screams obscenities at Starr as he backs off, grabs Starr by the hair and takes him down with an arm drag. Kalis begins kicking him in the back, shoulders and back of his head and Starr quickly rolls out of the ring to regain his composure.

Fans: KILLA! KALLY! KILLA! KALLY!

Kalis’ face is frightening, especially with the gaping hole where his fake eye should be.

Jon McDaniel: That’s psychological right there. He’s trying to get into Starrs head.

Simon slaps his chest repeatedly and hollers at the crowd to keep cheering. Starr pulls his hair back, running his hands through his hair as he looks around shaking his head. Fans at ringside cuss him out, and boo him as he paces. Kalis backs up, then makes a run and throws himself through the middle and top ropes with a suicide dive, crashing into Lucious Starr. Starr capitalizes now, wrapping his legs around Simons waist as he begins wailing away with rights as he uses his left arm to wrap Simons head up. He continues to wail on Kalis before throwing him off of himself. Starr gets to his feet and ignores the booing crowd as he begins stomping down all over Simon, kicking his black face in. Kalis covers up so Starr begins stomping down on his chest and ribs.

Brian Rentfro: The tides have turned! GO PWA!

Simon rolls under the ring to escape the attack. Starr quickly grabs a bottle of beer out of the hands of a fan and as Simon comes back out from under the ring, he cracks the bottle over Simons head. It shatters, sending shards of little glass and beer all over the place. As Simons head rolls around on his shoulders, Lucious grabs a female fan from ringside and takes her right over the barricade. She has a new Victory Wresting Simon Kalis t-shirt on, he rips it off her and then wraps the shirt around Simons neck and begins choking him. Simon reaches out to his fan, who is crying and covering her huge tits. He doesn’t know whether to be horny or worried as Starr straddles him with the shirt over his neck. She gets angry and takes her high heels off and smashes Starr in the face. Starr lets go of Simon and he falls into the arms of his big titted female fan, who comforts him as he uses her breasts as pillows for his face.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my… Maybe we should pan away from that.

Brian Rentfro: …Uh, no.

Simon finally takes his face out of her breasts and gets to his feet, only for Starr to hit a reverse neck breaker onto him. That fan by the way, gets helped back into the crowd. She’s still basically topless, and the camera seems to be focusing on her too much as the action continues at ringside. Finally Starr smashes Kalis’ face against the ring apron a few times and then whips him into the corner post, his head bangs off it and we hear the “PING” as it does.

Brian Rentfro: I think we need to see that fan again, make sure she’s okay.

Jon McDaniel: Relax.

Kalis wobbles around on his feet and walks right into an implant DDT from Starr. Starr picks Kalis up and throws him into the ring. Starr rolls in after Kalis and hit’s a leg drop over the back of Simons head and neck, rolling him over and covering.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Brian Rentfro: Starr is now in total control of this match.

Starr cracks Kalis over the head with an elbow and covers him again.

1!

KICK OUT!

Kalis throws Starr off of him and rolls away, quickly getting to his feet as does Starr. SPEAR! SPEAR! SIMON SPEARS LUCIOUS AND TAKES HIM DOWN HARD! Kalis grabs Starr on the canvas and then locks in The Eyes of Eternity! The Eyes of Eternity! Starr screams in pain, as Kalis screams with anger for him to tap out.

Jon McDaniel: YOU REMEMBER THAT MOVE DON’T YOU?! Kalis won the PWA World title with that move!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, no. No one remembers that.

Kalis applies more and more pressure, trying to rip Starrs head clean off his body. Starr knows there are no rope breaks in this match, and so he tries rocking his torso to get free from the inverted STF. Simon falls off of Starr, but immediately goes to him and puts him in a headlock. He wrenches his arms tighter and tighter as Starr struggles to keep himself conscience.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is he doing? Anything goes in this match. Yet he’s resorting to boring submission moves like he’s Marvin Wood or something. GET’EM STARR!

Jon McDaniel: Oh god look!

Joshua Danielson comes running out from backstage, steel chair in hand. He gets right up behind Simon and cracks the chair over his head not once, not twice, but thrice! Simon lets go of the hold and falls back, before getting the chair across his face.

Brian Rentfro: Danielson with the equalizer!

Jon McDaniel: Equalizer?! Are you kidding me?


Danielson continues to crack Kalis over the head with the chair till Simon’s bleeding from his forehead as he tries to escape the onslaught. Starr is up and both him and Danielson lift Simon up, whip him into the ropes. Starr lifts Kalis up into the air, dropping back and Danielson connects with a neck breaker!!! The crowd BOOS loud as Starr rolls Simon over and pins as Danielson puts his boot to Simons throat.

1!

2!!

THREEEEEE- NO! NO!

Brian Rentfro: OH SHIT!

Kalis kicks out, just as Thunderwolf comes running down to the ring and slides into the ring, clothes lining Danielson over the top rope and out of the ring. Starr gets up, stunned as Thunderwolf catches Starr, spine buster! Starr rolls out of the ring to regain his composure as Thunderwolf checks on his old pal Simon, who laughs as he sees him. Thunderwolf helps Simon to his feet and they both receive a thunderous applause.

Jon McDaniel: Thunderwolf with the rescue!

Brian Rentfro: That should tell you how much Starr was kicking his ass, so bad he needed to be rescued. And where is Masakazakhstan? You’d think his ingrate son would be the one doing it.

Starr and Danielson circle the ring, as Thunderwolf and Simon watch them. Simon wipes some blood from his face as he leans against the ropes, flipping himself over the top rope and to the outside as Danielson rushes into the ring. Danielson and Thunderwolf begin brawling it out until Thunderwolf hit’s the Vapor Transmission on Danielson!!! Kalis has a kendo stick from under the ring and he jumps onto the ring apron, runs along it then hops off, cracking it over Lucious Starr’s face. Starr stumbles back, as Kalis takes the edge of the kendo stick and uppercuts him with it. Thunderwolf in the ring takes Danielson by the neck and drags him out of the ring. He high fives Simon, and Danielson steps back away from him and watches the action from ringside. Thunderwolf circles around, keeping an eye on Danielson.

Brian Rentfro: Oh how nice of Kelser, he’s gonna be a nice guy and watch Simons back.

Jon McDaniel: Yes. This match should go down with no interference from outside parties.

Brian Rentfro: Bit late for that, isn’t it?

Kalis goes under the ring in search of fun things as Starr regroups with Danielson. Thunderwolf seems to be chatting with Simon as Simon chucks a bunch of random shit out from under the ring, like a trash can, a reel of barbed wire, a few chairs, some tables and then he stops as he pulls one massive thing out. It’s covered with a black sheet, he peeks under it and cocks an eyebrow. Thunderwolf kneels down to see what’s under the sheet and both men have a good laugh at whatever it is.

Brian Rentfro: I wanna know! I wanna know!

Jon McDaniel: We all do!

Danielson and Starr search under the ring at the opposite side as Simon begins wrapping a bit of the barbed wire around his REBEL Pro elbow pad. He flexes, the barbs on the inside cut into his arm but he shrugs it off as he keeps an eye on Starr who has a bat and a lead pipe he’s debating over. Simon looks at Thunderwolf, Thunderwolf looks at Simon.

Simon Kalis: Something’s missing, eh?

Thunderwolf: But what?

Simon looks around and sees a young fan, a small girl. She has a bouquet of flowers with her! Simon walks over and smiles, high fives the young fan in a “Kalis” t-shirt. He even signs an autograph, Thunderwolf also signs an autograph. She’s quite happy. Starr and Danielson look on in disbelief as Starr decides to go with the lead pipe. Kalis then points to his Victory elbow pad and the girl picks out some flowers and helps Simon tuck them into his Victory elbow pad.

Jon McDaniel: So barbed wire for REBEL…

Brian Rentfro: And flowers for Victory?

Jon McDaniel: Well, they are a bit silly over there.

Rentfro face palms as Kalis lifts up the big unknown object covered in a black sheet and slides it into the ring. Starr slides into the ring, and we’re FINALLY back to the action at hand! Kalis leaves this mysterious large weapon on the canvas he stands to face Starr, who twists his lead pipe around. Starr swings at Kalis, in a downward motion. Kalis steps to the left. Starr swings again, Kalis steps to the right. Starr swings again, but changes the direction of the pipe at the last second and cracks Kalis over the ribs with it. Kalis keels forward and Starr swings again, this time in an upwards motion and clocks Kalis over the head. Simon hit’s the canvas and Starr goes to town on him with the lead pipe, Kalis rolling back and forth to try to protect himself as much as possible but failing to do so. Danielson seems to want to join in, but Thunderwolf wags his finger and smiles at him.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah! Yeah! BEAT HIS ASS, LUCY!

Jon McDaniel: Starr is doing well, I won’t lie.

Starr mounts Simon and puts the lead pipe to his throat, and begins choking him with it. Kalis struggles to push Starr off of him as he struggles for air. Starr with a cover!

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Starr puts the pipe back against Simons throat and begins choking him again. Kalis realizes he can’t power out of this, and quickly begins swaying himself around. Thunderwolf slams his fists on the ring apron, yelling at Simon to get free.

Jon McDaniel: So we all know why Danielson would come out to help Starr. But what’s the deal with Thunderwolf?

Brian Rentfro: You obviously don’t know your history.

Kalis begins slamming his feet on the canvas, and smiling at Starr.

Jon McDaniel: What’d you mean?

Brian Rentfro: Thunderwolf and Simon Kalis go WAAAAAAAY back, and in fact Thunderwolf initially told Simon about the PWA in 2006. And according to Simon, this is when he began plotting his arrival here.

Jon McDaniel: So you’re saying Thunderwolf is why he ever came here?

Kalis rolls himself up onto his shoulders, twists his legs as far forward as he can and grapples Starrs neck with his knees, twisting Starr off of him. The crowd goes nuts!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, basically.

Kalis rolls and gets to his feet. As Starr gets up Simon charges him. REBEL Elbow! The barbs cut into Starr’s face! Victory Elbow! The flowers fly around and serve to confuse Starr, and smell pretty. REBEL Elbow! Barbs! Victory Elbow! Flowers! REBEL Elbow! BARBS! Victory Elbow! FLOWERS! Starr’s head is spinning as he stumbles around, dazed and confused and now bleeding profusely from many cuts over his face. Kalis jumps, bringing both his knees crashing into Starrs head. As Starr falls back, Kalis drives his knees into Starr’s throat and the impact on the canvas is throat crushing! Kalis covers!

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Brian Rentfro: That was too close for comfort!

Kalis gets to his feet.

Simon Kalis: Think it’s time?

Thunderwolf: Yes. Do it!

Kalis laughs, wiping his own blood from his face as he pulls the sheet off that mysterious item and…

Jon McDaniel: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Brian Rentfro:

Kalis hoists it up, it’s a KITCHEN SINK! Starr wipes the blood from his face, pulling his hair back and looks up. Starrs eyes widen in shock as Simon throws it down over his head, the sink shattering over Starrs face into a bunch of pieces. The crowd goes nuts, Simon drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring for a cigarette break. He sits on the ring apron, calls out to a vendor for a beer. Thunderwolf grabs a beer himself, and leans against the barricade separating fans from the action, smirking in Simons direction.

Thunderwolf: You could’ve pinned him and won just now.

Simon chugs his beer, smokes his cigarette and nods. Danielson meanwhile rolls into the ring to check up on Lucious.


Simon Kalis: Yeah, but… I want him to suffer.

They clash their beer cans together and toast, before both chug their beers. Danielson helps Starr sit up, and he’s still quite dazed from having the kitchen sink dropped on his head. Kalis and Thunderwolf begin chatting with fans, signing autographs and doing other awesome stuff cause they’re awesome guys. Danielson and Starr slide out of the ring and begin setting up a few of the tables outside the ring. Simon finishes his cigarette and slides a table into the ring. He grabs the top half of the steel steps, lifting it up and sliding that into the ring as well. Starr slides back into the ring, and Danielson seems ready to do the same but again Thunderwolf yells out to him to remind him why that is such a bad idea.

Brian Rentfro: God he’s so unprofessional.

Jon McDaniel: Yes, what Starr has done is some of the most vile and evil I’ve ever seen.

Brian Rentfro: I was talking about Simon taking a smoke break!

Jon McDaniel: I stand by my statement.

Kalis and Starr grapple in the middle of the ring now, and a power struggle ensues. Starr gets the upper hand and whips Simon into the corner turnbuckles. Starr quickly picks up a big fragment of the kitchen sink and smashes it over Kalis’ head. Simon is immediately looking dazed. Danielson quietly puts some chairs onto the tables set up just outside of the ring. Starr turns Simon around and begins climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Simon climbing up with him very gingerly. Starr holds onto Simon… The crowd stands on their feet.

Jon McDaniel: No… No, he isn’t.

Brian Rentfro: Yes… YES HE IS!


STARR SUPERLEXES KALIS OFF THE TOP ROPE, TO THE OUTSIDE AND THROUGH BOTH THE TABLES AND CHAIRS!!! The crowd can’t believe it! Both men are laid out in the wreckage, barely moving. Thunderwolf quickly circles the ring before Danielson can strike, but Danielson isn’t being intimidated anymore. Danielson lifts out one of the chairs from under Kalis and begins bashing him with it repeatedly. Thunderwolf rushes him, clotheslines him to the ground and begins stomping away at him. Danielson rolls away and gets to his feet, and the two begin an all out brawl over the wrecked bodies of Lucious Starr and Simon Kalis.

Jon McDaniel: All hell has broken loose now, folks.

Starr is up first, and he sits up in some obvious pain. Simon seems knocked the fuck out at this point. Thunderwolf gets a chair shot in the head, wobbling around until Danielson hits him with another chair shot. Thunderwolf drops to a knee but then charges Danielson, spearing him right through the barricade and into a group of fans! The fans love it! Starr sees his chance, lifting Simons listless body and throwing him into the ring. Starr rolls in after him, and drapes his arm over Kalis.


1!

2!!!

3!!!

NO!! NO!!! KALIS KICKS OUT! KALIS KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST MOMENT!

Starr looks up at Dwayne Cross, who shakes his head. Kalis’ eye is still shut, and Starr looks down at his face with disgust at his open left eye socket. Lucious does a stronger cover, putting his feet up against the ropes to add pressure.

1!

Jon McDaniel: NO! THIS IS HOW MATT STONE BEAT KALIS!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: This match is NO HONOR! STARR WINS!

3!!!

NO! AGAIN! KALIS KICKS OUT, SOMEHOW! SOMEWAY! Starr can’t believe it! Thunderwolf returns to ringside, while some of the fans help Danielson up. Canadians are nice folks. Starr pulls Simon up by the legs… I CLAIM YOUR SOUL!!! I CLAIM YOUR SOUL!!! STARR HAS IT LOCKED IN, THERE IS NO ESCAPE FOR SIMON! Kalis writhes in pain, his eye rolling around in his head and he refuses to tap… Dwayne Cross asks him again, he refuses to tap. Thunderwolf is at the ring apron, yelling at Simon not to quit. Danielson is side by side with Thunderwolf now, yelling at Starr to show no mercy. Kalis holds his head, shaking his head but the pain is great.

Jon McDaniel: Oh no…

From the entrance ramp, young Brian Kalis begins walking to the ring, looking very concerned for his father and “Uncle Lucy”. Simons hand is raised, his fist clenched as his arm shakes and he seems ready to tap out… Then he sees Brian, his eye widens. He reaches out and holds his sons hand, biting his bottom lip.

Fans: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

The revival begins, as Kalis begins nodding his head. Thunderwolf grabs Brian and pulls him aside. Kalis pulls his legs, throwing Starr off of him. Starr stumbles forward and Kalis begins getting up.

Fans: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

Kalis stomps, shaking both his fists as his eye widens with fire and passion. He turns intensely to Starr, pointing at him before taking his thumb and running it across his throat. Starr rushes Kalis, Kalis strikes with a thrust kick. Starr goes for a punch, Kalis blocks and hits another thrust kick into Starrs other thigh. Starrs legs begin to wobble. Kalis with a left! With a right! With another left! With another right! Kalis grabs Starr… THE PIONEERING SPIRIT! THE SPINNING KAMIKAZE RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! Starr is REELING! Kalis covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

WAIT! WAIT! NO!!! STARR FUCKING KICKS OUT! WHOA!

Kalis looks up in utter disbelief, and down at Starr who forces a smile. Kalis sits up, and looks over at Brian and smiles. The crowd is on their feet, many in shock as well.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t believe Starr managed to kick out. That was incredible.

Brian Rentfro: ABOUT DAMN TIME you gave Lucious some credit, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I never didn’t give him credit for his ability in the ring, but what he’s done outside of it has been deplorable.

Simon grabs the table he put into the ring and sets it up right over those steel steps.

Kalis picks Starr up and whips him into the corner turnbuckles. He rushes towards him, and proceeds to climb to the top rope, lifting Starr up onto his back. The cameras flash wildly…. SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED THROUGH THE TABLE ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!!!! STARR IS KNOCKED OUT, COLD! Kalis covers.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Kalis rolls off of Starr and breathes heavily.

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match… SIMON KALIS!!!!

Brian slides into the ring and hugs his dad, Kalis hugs him back and smiles. Danielson helps Starr out of the ring, but it’s at this point the RCMP officers return to ringside and surround Lucious Starr. Starr looks around, bleeding, dazed, and barely able to stand. Kalis is helped up in the ring by Thunderwolf, and the two men laugh as Starr is put into handcuffs.

Jon McDaniel: STARR IS BEING ARRESTED!

Brian Rentfro: FOR WHAT?

Jon McDaniel: What’d you think?!

Kalis hoists Brian up into his arms, as his son wipes the blood off his fathers face.

Jon McDaniel: A beautiful moment.

147 Days and Counting...


Backstage we see the arrival of the PWA World Champion, Matthew "Virus" Engel. Lean Bean Miller immediately walks up to him giving him the question of the day.

LBM: Matt, are you ready for tonight?

Virus can't even get his sunglasses off yet.

Virus: I don't think I'd be here if I wasn't, so yes...absolutely.

LBM: What makes you so sure you're ready.

Virus: Panzadise is slow and dumb. I'm quick, witty, and to put it bluntly - one of the best skullfuckers on this planet. He just can't handle it.

LBM: Sounds a little cliche, don't you think? You got any in-depth analysis to back that up?

Virus: How is skullfucking cliche? If anything it's taboo. But no, I don't have much to back that up other than all the time I've spent this past weeking convincing the PWA and the AoWF that I'm not losing tonight. It is what it is. Dise doesn't even know what's about to hit him. I started this summer as World Champion and I intend to finish it as such, so if you don't have any more hard-hitting questions...

LBM: What about Second 2 None, Matthew? What's going on with Jethro Hayes?

Virus was about to walk away, but he gets pulled right back in.

Virus: Jethro Hayes is recuperating from his injuries. I'm sure Second 2 None will be back in action soon enough.

LBM: Yeah? So the rumors about you and Jamie Flynn teaming up are false?

Virus: I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about. Jamie Flynn was a spectator in Victory that shouldn't have been allowed in the ring, but Flynn's association with Self~Inflicted Drama gives him a free pass on that.

LBM nods and continues.

LBM: A little more focused on tonight, what's your big surprise for Panzadise and will it help neutralize his threat with the Nintendo?

Virus: Only three people know about it, and you're not one of them. Let's keep it that way. And as for his threat... well... he's gotta do what he's gotta do. Believe me when I tell you he's going to need everything he's got to put me down.

And that is it from Matthew Engel for now, as the World Champion puts his sunglasses away in his pocket and walks down the hallway toward his locker room. Cut back to ringside.

Hey, I Don't Know That Guy!


A man wearing a dark blue mask with the letters "Mr. PWA" across the face knocks on the door.

Robinson: "Who is it? I'm busy!"

The door opens on the third knock to show Robinson surrounded by several empty bottles of Yoo Hoo and a dazed expression in his eyes. Robinson looks at the masked man in confusion.

Robinson: "Who are you?"

The man, who is fairly tall and muscular points to his mask, and in a false British accent responds.

Mr. PWA: "I'm Mr. PWA sir and I've come to save the PWA from utter ruin."

Robinson looks a bit interested.

Robinson: "You making a financial donation?"

Mr. PWA shakes his head.

Mr. PWA: "No, but I'd like to wrestle here for your extremely prestigious company and bring back the true art of wrestling, if at all possible kind sir."

Robinson is still a bit delirious from all of the Yoo Hoo consumption.

Robinson: "Oh yeah, and why should I hire you? There is something very familiar about you and that fake British accent is getting on my last nerve."

Mr. PWA drops the accent and speaks in a regular voice, no accent at all.

Mr. PWA: "Because I've got something you'll love."

Robinson is interested.

Robinson: "Money?"

Mr. PWA shakes his head.

Mr. PWA: "Nope, but get your security camera to look in the parking lot and you'll see."

Robinson shakes his head.

Robinson: "Nothing good ever happens when a parking lot is involved unless it... is.. a truck... a semi-truck... full of... Yoo Hoo!"

Robinson can't believe it, but a semi-truck full of the chocolately drink is sitting right in the parking lot with a red bow and "To: President Robinson" on its side.

Robinson(in a very far off voice): "You are hired."

He waves his hand as he stares at the truck full of his favorite chocolately drink.

Cody Bogard vs Thomas Manchester Black (c)

Grizzly Beer Title Match
No Stipulations


The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to Naked Arms plays. Once the intro finishes and goes into the main theme, smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

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


All those dreams, all of my hope, all life come undone
In a world beaten and broken I can see a rising sun
Burning down, scorching the earth, nowhere left to hide
Try to stop all this destruction, find a way, turn the tide
Reveal the bond that's made
Between the light and the shade


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


Shining white and hot is a moon so unforgiving
The break of day will leave a scar
Nothing we belleve can protect us from tomorrow
Enjoy today from where we are

I will believe to the end
Even with my face pressed to the fire
I won't be shaken or moved
By the heat getting closer and higher

Sink or swim
Lose or win
Hold on with my naked arms


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


All those dreams, all of my hope, all life come undone
In a world beaten and broken I can see a rising sun
Burning down, scorching the earth, nowhere left to hide
Try to stop all this destruction, find a way, turn the tide
Reveal the bond that's made
Between the light and the shade


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: This is THOMAS MANCHESTER BLACK!

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

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

Ding Ding

Cody and Thomas stare at each other in the center of the ring before Thomas lashes out with a right handed thrust, but Cody is a bit quicker swaying to the side and flipping Thomas over with a wristlock into a hiptoss. Cody follows down with a forearm to the throat, but Thomas rolls out of the way and up to his feet. Thomas with a roundhouse kick catches Cody right in the skull rolling him over onto his back where Black comes down with a knee to the throat. Cody rolls into the kick tripping Black up and making him fall over into an ankle lock by Cody. Black reaches out for the ropes, but is obviously way too far away, so he kicks back with his free foot connecting solidly with Cody's face rocking his head back on his neck. Cody releases the submission holding at his mouth. Thomas is up grabbing Cody up before whipping him into the opposite corner, following in with an elevated body splash before tripping him out of the corner. Black is on the offense now and beginning to press his advantage. Black lifts Cody up into a body press, going to his somoan drop, but Cody counters into a reverse tornado DDT!

Jon McDaniel: What a counter by the cruiserweight there!

Brian Rentfro: No one has ever doubted Cody's ability in the ring, he is one talented individual.

Both men back up and once again looking at each other center ring. Lock up, Thomas with a quick wristlock and an even quicker go behind. Cody grunts and slaps at his shoulder before bending over to send Thomas rolling over his back and onto his feet. Thomas strikes out with a foot, but Cody catches the foot. Dragonscrew legwhip sends Thomas down. Cody off the ropes, springing back with a back flip onto the canvas as Thomas rolls just out of the way. Black back up with quick agility and here comes Cody with a leg lariat, but Black ducks under catching him with a split legged spinebuster, but Cody counters with a face slam onto the canvas. Bogard up quickly leaping to the top turnbuckle, flipping backwards with a double knee drop right onto Black who's air rushes right out of him. Cody pulls Black back up to his feet, Irish whip into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Fast paced match here so far Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I know, I can hardly keep up with it.

Cody runs to the corner, flipping up onto his hands to drive both feet right into Black's chest causing Thomas to fall out of the corner. Cody off the ropes flipping over Black to drag his throat across his shoulder in a flipping sort of stunner. Black falls back and Cody makes the first cover of the match.

One!

Two!

Black gets a shoulder up and Cody goes back on the offense.

Jon McDaniel: Cody not wasting time here.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, is he even breathing?

Cody whips Thomas into the ropes, but he reverses sending Cody into the ropes instead. Cody leaps to the top back flipping over Thomas landing on his feet, standing dropkick sending Thomas Black over the top rope to the outside. Cody waves a hand over his head before hitting the opposite ropes. Cody flies over the top rope with a plancha to the outside!

Jon McDaniel: Cody flies!

Thomas slams a knee right into the landing Cody, causing him to land hard. Thomas pulls Cody back up to his feet, Bogard looking a bit worse for the wear right this particular second. Irish whip into the corner post and Cody's head bounces off the steel solidly. Cody spins around right into a swinging neckbreaker from Thomas Black. Thomas lifts Cody back up to his feet, whip into the ring steps sends them flying and Cody's hand holding at his shoulder. Black stalks his prey as the count is up to seven inside the ring. Thomas Black rolls inside to break the count before rolling back outside.

Brian Rentfro: Thomas doing the right thing there and breaking the count to increase the damage on the outside.

Jon McDaniel: But either man can lose on the outside or both can.

Black stomps on the back of Cody's neck to wear him down and cause him to hesitate with any high risk move. Black lifts Cody up, dropping him back of neck first on the railing. Cody holds at the back of his neck as Black chops away at his chest.

Jon McDaniel: The crowd Woooooos there with each chop.

Brian Rentfro: Extremely fast paced match slowing down slightly, but only slightly.

Black with another chop reddens the chest of Bogard. Black with the palm of his hand slaps Cody's chest reddening it even further. Black whips Cody into the ring apron, but Bogard leaps up, spinning around with a kick to Black's head. Black holds at his temple as he stumbles away. Cody runs along the apron, flying off with a crossbody to Black's back sending him face first into the railing around ringside. Cody gets back up, all be it slowly, but he is up to his feet first. Cody waves a hand over his head before pulling Thomas back up. Cody with a knee into Black's midsection before rolling him into the ring and breaking the count just in time. Cody leaps up to the apron and grabs the top rope. Inside the ring Black is beginning to get up, his back to Bogard. Cody leaps to the top rope, poising there before leaping out with a split legged kick right to Black's face sending him stumbling into the ropes. Cody off the ropes as Thomas walks forward. Cody leaps over his stumbling body to bounce off the ropes in front of him, rolling forward and springing up with a clothesline to take Thomas down. Cody once again plays to the crowd before climbing to the top turnbuckle and pointing down to Black in the center of the ring. Cody leaps, front flipping one full rotation to slam chest first into Black's uplifted knees. Bogard rolls off, holding at his chest as Black lays there catching his breath. Thomas rolls over to his knees before shaking his head.

Jon McDaniel: That high risk didn't pay off for Cody.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, crash and burn.


Black lifts himself up to his feet, looking at both the crowd and Cody with disgust. Black pulls Cody up to his feet. Forearm right to the face before pulling him into a belly to belly. Black releases the overhead belly to belly just in time to send Cody slamming into the turnbuckles. Black rolls up to his feet, taking his time as Cody is breathing heavy in the corner, still trying to recover from the double knees to the chest. Black pulls him up, slap to the face and a chop to the chest. Black brings a knee into Cody's ribs, to further cause him trouble breathing. Black with an European uppercut rocks Cody's head back and another knee goes into Bogard's stomach, Cody is in a world of hurt here. Black with a bulldog out of the corner has the match in firm control. Black gets up to his feet, yelling something out to the crowd, but they have no idea what he says, they just boo because they know they hate him. Black pulls Cody up, Northern Lights suplex into a pin.

One!

Two!

Thr

Cody manages to get a shoulder up to prevent the loss. Black has a few words for the referee, but he chooses to take his frustration out on Cody instead. Irish whip into the ropes, ring shaking spinebuster sends Cody down heavily on his neck more than his back. Cody groans as he holds at the back of his neck. Thomas gets up, slicing his thumb across his throat signaling the end of the match.

Brian Rentfro: Black showing the crowd here that the match is nearly over.

Jon McDaniel: He's calling for the end here, but can he pull it off?

Thomas lifts Cody up onto the top turnbuckle before placing Cody's head in position for a super Branches of Sin, to put him away once and for all. Black climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, perching just right before Cody shoves him away and he loses his balance. Thomas stumbles forward before turning around right into a top rope roundhouse kick right to his temple that sends him spinning around and down onto one knee. Cody off the ropes running up his back to the top rope and flipping back with a double knee to the back of Black's skull that drives him face first down into the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: What athleticism!

Brian Rentfro: Black's Title reign may be coming to an end here, but maybe not.

Cody waves his hand over his head before allowing Thomas to get back up and he connects with a few sollid knee shots to Black's temple before slamming the point of his elbow into his right eyebrow and bringing a slight trickle of blood. Cody whips TMB into the corner, following him in and running up the ropes and coming down with a tornado DDT from the top turnbuckle; staying for the pin.

One!

Two!

Thre

TMB with a shoulder up prevents his title loss, for now. Cody is still on offense as he locks in a rear chin submission hold, pulling Black's right arm behind him and locking it with his legs to sort of combine a rear chinlock and arm trap with his legs, but it doesn't last long ats Black once again is in the ropes. Cody backs up as Black slowly gets up to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Cody with a submission that Black gets out of simply because he was near the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Doesn't matter how you do something as long as you do it.

Cody comes up behind Black, who nails him with an elbow into the gut stopping his progress. Black nails a second, a third, and a fourth before spinning around and clocking him a really good spinning elbow shot right to the mouth and following it up with a left elbow to his right eyebrow. Cody is rocked back, but Black knows when to press his advantage as he does now with a knee to the right side of Cody's ribs, one to his left, and alternating rib shots with forearms and elbows that has Cody marching steadily backward as Black marches forward with the offensive onslaught. Black connects with a boot to the midsection before lifting a solid knee shot into his face and sitting him up on the top turnbuckle and once again signaling for the end.

Jon McDaniel: Last time it didn't work.

Cody shoves forward once again, but this tiime he flips over Black and grabs his head, bringing him down with a stunner! He covers!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEW PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... Cody Bogard!

A Taste of Things To Come




Witness

Footsteps


We come in on Elizabeth Davis standing in front of the Manitoba Mayhem logo on a black background, looking at the camera. She’s wearing a new dress and is holding a PWA microphone in her hand. She smiles at the camera and brings the microphone to her mouth

Liz: “Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we have the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year from a Canadian’s perspective, Manitoba Mayhem! Still to come is a grudge match between Luscious Starr and Simon Kalis, Panzadise challenging for the PWA World Title against Matthew Engel, we will see Matt Stone defend the Intercontinental championship against the former Grizzly Beer champion Vic Wagner. Here to talk about the upcoming match is the aforementioned champion, Matt Stone!”

Stone walks in from the right side and nods to Elizabeth.

Matt: “Thank you for having me Liz.”

Liz: “You’re very welcome, let’s dive right into this as I know you’re a very busy man. Vic compared your match this weekend to a game of chess, and while he claims to be a general of the art of war, he also said you were narrow minded and could only focus on one match at a time. What do you say about that?”

Matt: “So?”

Liz: “So?”

Matt: “Yeah, so what? One match at a time, who’s to say that’s a bad thing to do? Vic’s an idiot, I just want to get that out there. He can’t speak English, he thinks he’s trying to take over Poland and worst of all, he doesn’t realize that he has to step into the ring with me in a wrestling match, not mortal combat. There won’t be armies Vic, there won’t be guns or toxic gases, its just going to be me and you in one match. So forgive me for focusing on one match Vic, but really that’s all you’re going to get with me is one match. I don’t know what your ultimate goal is if facing me in a match for the Intercontinental championship is just a little battle You keep saying there’s a big picture Vic, but really, I am the big picture. You want to look past me and towards a bigger goal? Go ahead, I’ll just thwart your every move like I’ve done to countless others.

Being a champion, I hear a lot of things in the back. One thing I don’t hear anymore are footsteps. That line might puzzle you Vic, but that’s because you’ve never mattered to hear footsteps before. In this business, you always have people chasing after you, they want to be where you are. Well the only way to avoid that is to be just one extra step ahead. Rather than be content at where you are, you have to keep striding to be higher, better, and faster than everyone else. Right now Vic, if you listen very closely, you should hear my footsteps as I come after you. I’m taking the fight to you Vic, and even though you have to beat me to walk out with the Intercontinental championship being recognized to you, I’m going to go out there and prove to everyone just how dominate I can be. In this business, you’re either hearing footsteps of people behind you, or your footsteps are being heard by someone else as you creep up to them. Take a listen Vic, that’s me right behind you ready to take you down, and you will never shut me up!”

With that, Stone smirks and walks off stage as Elizabeth follows and we cut out.

Vicious Vic Wagner vs Matt Stone (c)

Intercontinental Title Match


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

Eric Emerson: “Introducing Fighting out of Munich, Germany He stands at a height of 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in at 259 pounds.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vic Wagner rolls into the ring, and stands. then moves into his corner. Vic ends up half sitting, and half leaning on the second turnbuckle with his arms stretched out over the top ropes

Jon McDaniel: “Vic looks ready for this match, and with Matt’s cronies banned from ringside, his chances just went up in my book”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt’s cronies? Katrina and Elizabeth are fine young ladies and I still say Matt Stone is going to come out and shine like only he can. Here comes the champ now”

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

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

Eric Emerson: “And his opponent…weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, from Ottawa, Ontario Canada…”

The crowd erupts with cheers

Eric Emerson”…he is the reigning Intercontinental champion….Maaaaat Stooooone!!!!”

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

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. "I'm the best there is!" He shouts out over the loud cheers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. "No one can beat Canada!" He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away. He looks across the ring at Vic and smirks.

Brian Rentfro: “The champ looks ready, and here in Canada he’s a freaking hero.”

Jon McDaniel: “Certainly a more positive reaction than he normally gets. Will it make a difference?”

Brian Rentfro: “No, because Matt would win this match no matter where it was”


The bell sounds and the match is underway

The two men meet up in the middle of the ring, both going for a collar and elbow tie up to start. Vic, being the stronger of the two, starts to back Stone into a corner, however Matt is the quicker of the two and ducks behind Vic with Wagner’s right arm in hand, locking in a hammerlock. Vic winces as Stone locks it in, however he quickly counters with a back elbow to Matt’s face. Stone stumbles backwards and Vic turns around, charging at the Canadian and knocking him down with a shoulder block. Matt’s head bounced off the mat and he quickly rolls out of the ring, holding up his hands in a “tee” shape.

Jon McDaniel: “Matt wants a time out already? Pathetic”

Brian Rentfro: “It’s all strategy, but you wouldn’t know anything about that”

Stone starts to walk around the ring, breathing heavily as Vic gets out of the ring as well and gives chase to Stone. Matt realizes Wagner is coming and rolls in the ring, followed by Vic. Stone cuts Vic off with a few quick stomps, then drops his elbow to the back of Vic’s head.

Brian Rentfro: “See? What did I tell you?”

Matt grabs Vic’s head in a front chancery and quickly rolled away from the ropes, bringing Vic with him by the head. Stone then synchs the hold in tighter. Matt has a confident smile on his face for about ten seconds as the referee checks on Vic, but Wagner is not to be put out like that. He plants his right foot on the mat and fights to a vertical base, pushing Stone off him and towards the ropes. Matt bounces off and is met by Vic’s foot right to the jaw. Matt tries to roll out of the ring again but Vic stops him, pulling him back in the ring by his feet.

Jon McDaniel: “Not this time, Stone”

Vic raises both of Stone’s feet in the air, and despite his pleading, Vic kicks Matt square in the stomach. Matt rolls away, holding his abdomen as he coughs, but Vic isn’t done there. Vic sits Stone up and drives his knee right into the back, grabbing Matt’s arms and pulling back, he has him locked in a classic stretch. Stone screams out as Vic continues to pull back. Matt stretches his foot out for the bottom rope but he can’t reach it. Stone goes to plan b and struggles to get his arms free, but Vic has a strong hold on them. Plan C for Stone now, as he arches his back even more and is barely able to slip down, bringing his right knee up and connecting with Vic’s face. The sudden blow stuns Vic, forcing him to release Matt’s arms and Stone rolls on his stomach and quickly pushes himself up, running at Vic and connecting with a shining wizard! Vic falls back and Matt goes for the first cover of the night.

One

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: “Not even a two count for Stone, Vic’s ready to take this title”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt’s ready to defend it”

Jon McDaniel: “If I gave Stone more credit, you’d argue Vic is more in charge, wouldn’t you?”

Brian Rentfro: “Na-uh!”

Stone and Vic are to their feet now and they lock up once more, this time Vic’s power is too much for Matt as he backs Matt against the ropes. The ref starts counting for a break but only gets to a two count as Vic send Stone across the ring. Bouncing off the far ropes, Matt comes back and ducks under a clothesline, bouncing again and charging at Vic, but the Vicious one catches Stone and slams him hard across his knee with a vicious back breaker! Stone screams out and Vic goes for a quick cover, hooking Matt’s outside leg.

One

Two

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: “You can’t keep Matt down like that”

Jon McDaniel: “No, but Vic’s tearing apart Stone’s back move by move.”

Matt started to get to his feet, Vic grabbed him from behind, trying to deliver another backbreaker. With the referee in front of Stone, Matt quickly did a mule kick between Vic’s legs. The low blow caught Vic by surprise and Stone spun around, leaping in the air and grabbing Vic’s head, driving it forward onto Matt’s knees! C-c-c-c-combo Breaker!! Matt went for the cover and the unsuspecting referee got down making the count.

One

Two

Three!

The bell sounded and Stone rolled out of the ring, holding his hands up in the air.

Eric Emerson: “The winner of the match and still the Intercontinental champion….Maaaatt Stoooooooonnnnne!!!!”

Stone had a smirk on his face as he started up the ramp, but his music was cut off and Rob Robinson and Marvin Wood came out on the stage. Robinson had a microphone in his hand.

Rob Robinson: “Nice try there Matt, you almost got away with it. But I saw what just happened and so did everyone else. You can’t just cheat your way to victory anymore, and to demonstrate that point I’m going to restart this match. If I catch you cheating again Matt, not only am I going to reverse the decision, but I’m going to strip you of the Intercontinental championship!”

The crowd had a mixed reaction to that announcement and Stone seemed furious. Matt took a step up the ramp towards Robinson with malicious intent, however Marvin took a step towards Matt and Stone thought better of it. Matt shook his fist at Rob and turned around into the awaiting arms of Vic Wagner. Vic hit Stone with a huge head butt and rolled him back in the ring, following after him

Jon McDaniel: “How about that? Looks like we have a second match starting right now!”

Brian Rentfro: “Well that’s not fair to Matt at all! He just beat this guy!”

As Vic got into the ring, the bell sounded again. Matt starts to back up but is stopped by Vic, who grabs his right leg and raises it high in the air, then drives it straight down. Matt cries out in pain and starts to get up, but he’s grabbed by Vic and tosses into the corner. Vic quickly follows in and driver his shoulder into Matt’s abdomen. Stone coughs, but Vic isn’t letting up. Wagner grabs Matt by the throat and pulls him out about a foot, then forces him back hard against the turnbuckle. Vic doe this again and again! The re finally convinces Vic to back off as Matt is in the ropes, but the damage is done. Vic climbs the ropes and sits atop the turnbuckle, grabbing Stone’s hair. Vic sends straight kicks to Matt’s back and releases him, Stone stumbling forward. Vic then jumps off the corner and dropkicks Matt’s back, Stone falling face first on the mat, holding his back in pain.

Jon McDaniel: “What a game plan by Vic! He’s really attacking Stone’s back!”

Vic is quicker to his feet than Stone is and Vic picks Matt up and drives him down hard across his knee once again. Matt cries out in pain. Vic picks Stone up and crosses his arms and turns his back, driving Matt down to the mat!

Jon McDaniel: “There’s the Hangman’s Noose!”

Vic rolls Matt over and covers him, the ref getting down quickly for the cover

One

Two

Kickout!

Stone was able to kick out, but he was clearly in pain. Keeping the pressure on, Vic starts to pick Matt up again. He doubles Stone over and hooks his arms behind him, lifting him up. Vic loosens his grip slightly before driving Matt down across his knee, dropping him on the ground with the Blood Eagle. Matt flops on the mat. Once again, Vic rolls him over and covers him.

Brian Rentfro: “C’mon Matt, get up!”

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell sounds and Vic get’s off Matt, raising his hand in the air, His music plays and he raises his hand high

Jon McDaniel: “We have a new Intercontinental champion!”

Brian Rentfro: “Wait! Matt’s foot was on the bottom rope!”

Jon McDaniel: “Was it there the whole time? I didn’t notice”

Vic is still celebrating in the ring as his music comes to an abrupt end and Robinson comes out once again with Marvin.

Rob Robinson: “Wait just a moment. I don’t think I can stand the backlash that’s going to come from Matt if I just let this happen, so unfortunately I do have to show this”

A video replay is shown on the screen of the referee starting his count. After the two count, Stone did get his foot on the bottom rope. Seeing that, the referee begins to waive off the pin fall. Vic is angry at first, but realizes he has to stay focused and walks over to Matt who is using the ropes to get to his feet. Rob and Wood once again leave the stage as the bell rings again to start. Vic goes in for the kill, grabbing Stone’s head and bringing him back to the center of the ring, doubling him over again.

Vic hits Matt in the back with an axe handle and takes Stone to the corner. Vic brings him up for a Gallows Humor. It gets countered though as Matt hits him with a high elbow. Stone pulls Vic up to the top turnbuckle and they fight on the top. Vic hits Matt with a head butt and the grabs Stone’s arm then jumps off the top turnbuckle pulling stone with him, and lands a triangle choke of the top turnbuckle! Matt is screaming in pain and tries to crawl towards the ropes to break the hold. He get’s closer, but he’s fading fast. Matt has no choice but to tap out to!

Brian Rentfro: “What? Did Stone just tap?”

Jon McDaniel: “Yeah, he did. He tapped out alright.”

Brian Rentfro: “Wow, all hail Vicious Vic!”

Vicious Vic gets on his feet and raises his arms in victory, looking at the top of the ramp for a moment to see if anyone was coming down, but no one was. Vic raises his arms again to a chorus of boos.

Wait, I'm SURE I Know This Guy!


[The scene opens backstage where we see two of the biggest icons in PWA history having a “conversation.” It’s JoJo The Six Million Dollar Monkey and 'Al' The Bear.]

[JoJo begins peeling a banana and takes a bite. He extends his little monkey arm to offer 'Al' a bite, but it appears that 'Al' has declined, as he just sits there staring into space.]

[Suddenly the camera zooms out and we see none other than PWA Hall of Famer, and Canadian hero, Sirus Moran. The crowd watching back in the arena explodes into deafening cheers.]

Sirus Moran: “Monkey see, monkey do.”

[Just then, Panzadise and Monkey McDee walk into the scene and approach Sirus. The crowd is now going absolutely ape shit back in the arena.]

Sirus Moran: “Legends, and monkeys, and bears...oh my!”

[Dise, McDee, and Sirus all shake hands and share a laugh as they watch JoJo and 'Al' continue to interact.]

Panzadise: “It’s not everyday you get a combined 12 PWA World Title reigns into the same room.”

Sirus Moran: “And I see you’re trying to add one more to that list tonight?”

[Dise shakes his head as McDee pats him on the back.]

Sirus Moran: “I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve been downing antioxidants and electrolytes ever since I walked into the arena. I heard that Matthew Engel has a pretty bad virus or something.”

Panzadise: “You could say that.”

Sirus Moran: “But I’m telling you, I know the trick. I know how you can beat Matthew Engel here tonight.”

[McDee over-anxiously chimes in.]

Monkey McDee: “Yeah, by smashing him over the head with a Nintendo, right?!”

[Dise tells McDee to calm down.]

Sirus Moran: “I’m pretty sure it’s going to take more than a Nintendo to keep that guy down.”

[Dise doesn’t seem to agree with that statement, but he gives Sirus the benefit of the doubt.]

Panzadise: “All right, we’re all ears. What’s the secret?”

Sirus Moran: “Just remember this one thing. There are an infinite amount of angles from which to fall...but only one to stand.”

[Dise and McDee look at each other scratching their heads.]

Sirus Moran: “Just Panzadise Bomb the guy, will ya?”

[The group breaks out into laughter as Dise, Sirus, and McDee touch the NAP sign to each other’s hands. In the background, we see JoJo hoisting 'Al' up for a Panzadise Bomb of his own...but Sirus quickly jumps in and saves his bear.]

The Phoenix vs Showtime

Super Special Main Event


Deep bluesy string music on top of a nice bass riff start on a black screen. Immediately opening up to Marcus sitting on a black couch. His brown hair somewhat covering his eyes. He has on no shirt, and black shorts.

You know you fucked up right? Bye bye, wish you luck with life

A quick picture of him in the ring a month ago coming back to the PWA

But I'd be damned if, I let you manage To bless that blade and keep taking advantage Look man, yeah you shook my hand

Still photos from ten years ago of Robinson and Ambrose hugging after a match, with Ambrose holding the Intercontinental title.

But that was back then, we're not good fam I'm the fool cause I started to be cool with him But I got schooled in the art of opportunism

A disgusted Robinson after Genesis III

I ain't the only one that walked away Look around, everybody gone today You all alone with your empty chest

Robinson alone at his desk with his head down

So bury the bones with any regrets And keep those skeletons piled in stacks Just drink your medicine, don't bite your glass

A desk full of empty Yoohoo bottles sit there Then a picture of a table of empty beer bottles

I tried to make a difference But the only thing that changed was I gave you distance

Flashback to Marcus on the couch with his head down

I won't trust you again Getting better at choosing friends This time the loser wins Cause I learned how to cut off the looser ends

Video of Showtime being pinned last week.

I'm not tripping, this just an excuse For me to dick down a little bit of the truth We killing time and time's killing us So I won't waste mine tryna grip a grudge

Phoenix pinning Showtime the last time they battled.

But don't twist it into what it isn't Don't call, don't write, don't visit I put you on ignore, you're not the homie anymore The only thing that you could show me is the door

Showtime looking at the FedEx envelope from 2008 firing him from the PWA for poor performance.

Game over, yeah who's winning? Save your gas, I refuse to listen If you doing math, we doing division Don't even ask how I've been, there's no you in existence Go your way, I'll go my way And you keep going until there's no one to violate And I'm a remember your last impression Thanks for that lesson.......

The music stops and we cut back to the arena.

The crowd is almost silent.

The arena goes black, on the PWAtron the phrase "I am no hero, but I'm so warm and confident inside"

he words start shaking growing more and more and more violent before a single bright blue firework shoots off from the middle of the ramp. It makes just a modest explosion and The Black Key's "Sinister Kid" hits.

Eric Emerson: Standing six foot one and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Marina Del Rey, California he is Marcus “Showtime” Ambrossssssssssssssssssssssee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Marcus steps out onto the stage. He takes a deep and has a humble smirk on his face. He's wearing tights that go past his knees and those trendy finger toe shoes. On his body is on old school blue Sudden Impact shirt. He looks straight at the ring and begins and medium pace walk down the aisle. Half way down the aisle he puts his head down, lifts it up and starts jogging smacking the hands of the fans.

He gets into the ring the rests on the ropes, taking a deep breath. He does a few stretches and waits.

Thing of Beauty by Hothouse Flowers begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and green pyros flare from the ring posts.

Eric Emerson: Standing six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds from The Edge, Ireland he is the PHOENIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Phoenix slowly makes his way down to the ring, in the ring Ambrose barely looks at him walking.

He enters the ring rubbing his hands.

Eric Emerson: This match is for the rights to the Showtime character and stock in the PWA, also just decided this match will be a no holds bar falls count anywhere match.

And with that Showtime immediately runs over to the Phoenix taking him down with a punches.

Brian Rentfro: Showtime has been gone for three years but his cheating ways never left him

Jon McDaniel: Pffft, after all that has happen to this guy personally I'm sure he has some pent up angry at Robinson.

The Phoenix can't get away from Showtime, he rolls out of the ring with Marcus fast on his trail. Phoenix reachs for something under the ring and as Showtime nears he smashes Marcus in the face with a glass bottle of yoohoo.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god!!! What a dirty move, jesus christ

Brian Rentfro: What, he thought Showtime looked thirsty.

The Phoenix rolls back into the ring and rolls out the other side. He goes over to the bell ringer taking his chair, he starts stalking around the ring towards Marcus. Marcus has a cut on the bridge of his nose. As the Phoenix gets close he gets a stiff kick to the side of his knee, causing him to release the chair. Marcus kicks him repeatedly then follows I up with a close line knocking the Phoenix to the ground.

Jon McDaniel: Incredible pace to this match already

Brian Rentfro: Showtime will be gassed in three minutes and will need a beer and a shot

Jon McDaniel: That isn't funny

Showtime now with the chair and is smashing the Phoenix in the back bending the chair badly. Showtime is yelling at the Phoenix. Phoenix starts to get to his feet and Showtime kicks him in the ribs causing him to double over in pain. Showtime turns his back to the entrance way and looks into the ring. When he turns around Scotty the Panther is there to hit with a sock full quarters knocking him clean out. Scotty goes over and helps revive the

Phoenix.

Jon McDaniel: There is nothing that the Phoenix will not do to win this match.

Brian Rentfro: What do you want some druggie helping run this company

Jon McDaniel: (mumbling) better then what we got know.

A huge welt is forming on Marcus' forehead. The Phoenix scoops him up and rolls him back into the ring. He rubs his hands again together. He starts circling Marcus stomping on his limbs.

McDnaiels: Ambrose is out cold

Brian Rentfro: Probably because he just finished off twelve pack. ZING!!!

McDaneils: You disgust me sometimes

Phoenix signals for the end, and goes to put Marcus in the Flame. Marcus is still out and is dead weight, Marcus barely to a knee, then out of nowhere locks onto Phoenix leg and rolls through to end up putting the Phoenix into a single leg crab. Phoenix goes to the ropes but Marcus doesn't release the hold, this being a no rules match. Finally Marcus releases the hold. Phoenix gets up favoring his right leg, Showtime rushes in to quickly and the Phoenix kicks him in the stomach then puts him in a suplex and dumps him over the top rope landing hard onto the mats.

Jon McDaniel: That broke Ambrose in half.

The Phoenix back up and runs off the ropes and attempts a suicide dive but misses Showtime and knocks himself out. Both men are on the ground breathing heavily. Marcus is the first one up, runs to the ring apron and jumps then onto the second rope backflips and hits a modified Walk of Fame onto the Phoenix.

Jon McDaniel: Holy hell look at the athleticism of Showtime!!!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah but I bet he couldn't pass the drug test to get a job at Wal-Mart

Marcus back to his feet again, this time he signals for the end. He kicks the chair to a spot on the floor. He sets the Phoenix up over it.

Jon McDaniel: Oh no, he is going to hit the End Product on that chair

Marcus scoops up the Phoenix and drives his neck into the chair hitting the End Product.

Beastie Boy's Sabotage plays over the PA system. Marcus looks up exhausted and confused with blood still trickling from his nose. Robinson appears on the PWAtron.

Robinson: Confused Marcus? Don't worry its not the pills, well actually it could be. See I didn't fully trust you to stay clean so I went snooping through your bag and found this.

(Robinson holds up prescription pill bottle)

Robinson: Pretty sure your name isn't Roberto McDonald. As it is, it is illegal in Manitoba to do that. So guess what you are going where you should have been all long. Jail!!!

The screen goes blank. The crowd and Marcus are both confused. Soon three Manitoba policemen come down the entrance way, as Marcus backs up into the ring. He doesn't realize this but the Phoenix is regaining conscious.

Jon McDaniel: Wait if that is the Phoenix, and Robinson just appeared on the screen who is under that mask?

Brian Rentfro: What are you babbling about, that is the Phoenix.

The police enter the ring but Marcus doesn't cooperate and soon he is hit in the side with one of their batons. Now Danny Monroe has just ran out to try and talk to the cops. Meanwhile behind their backs, Marco Dante jumps the barricade and hits Showtime with the Hangman's Noose. The Phoenix runs in, looks at Dante with surprise as Dante rolls out of the ring (you can totally tell, even with the mask) and covers up Marcus.

1...

2...

3...

Monroe tries to run over to break up the count but the cops restrain him. Marcus in pain is back up and tries to chase down the Phoenix who has run into the back. The police restrain him and use the baton a few more times liberally, the cuff Marcus as the crowd is booing mercilessly and throwing garbage at the police.

This Bit is Pretty Disturbing


We open inside the home of Mark McNasty. McNasty looks quite content in his bed; arm stretched out embracing the one laying next to him.

McNasty: I love you.

We pan out to see the IC title tucked half under the blankets. Thankfully, it's at this point, McNasty's doorbell rings. McNasty sits up, taking his time as he stands, and slips on his teal bathrobe. The doorbell rings again as McNasty picks up the IC title, and slips it on his shoulder. McNasty begins walking down the stairs as the doorbell goes nuts.

We now go outside as McNasty, in his bathrobe, opens the door, revealing Marxx with his arms full of grocery bags.

Marxx: Here, there's nothing missing.

McNasty: Are you sure about that?

Marxx: You can double check if you want, but I'm sure nothing's missing. I even brought the... Lavender baby oil?

McNasty: I have sensitive skin, alright!

Marxx puts the groceries down inside the door. He stands up and holds out his arm for the belt. But...

McNasty: And, where are my eggs?

Marxx: Oh yeah, that's right, I left them in the car. Hold on...

Marxx goes back to his car and as he comes back, McNasty just happens to be in the middle of his early morning stretching. And his leg just happens to be in the path of Marxx, causing him to drop the eggs on the ground.

McNasty: Aww, how unfortunate, the eggs are broken. I hope you understand I can't give you back the belt if the work isn't done the way it should. Sorry, you'll just have to do better next time!

McNasty steps back inside, and slams the door. Marxx stands there in disbelief before the door slowly opens back up. Marxx's eyes light up.

McNasty: Hey Marxx...

Marxx: Yeah?

McNasty: Clean up that mess while you're out here.

McNasty slams the door again.

Panzadise vs Matthew Engel (c)

World Title Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event. Tonight we are going to witness history. Will Matthew Engel be able to continue his record-breaking title reign? Or will Panzadise join four other PWA legends as a five-time PWA World Champion?

The lights go out as we hear a familiar distorted voice play throughout the arena...

“New-new-new-new-new New Age Panzies”

Just then, red lights shine down on the entrance ramp as the speakers begin to play a synthesized beat and tribal drumming (Linkin Park’s “When They Come For Me”).

Jon McDaniel: “I’m not exactly sure what this is all about.”

Eric Emerson: “Coming to the ring at this time, the challenger...”

“I am not a pattern to be followed
The pill that I’m on is a tough one to swallow
I’m not a criminal
Not a role model
Not a born leader
I’m a tough act to follow”

Eric Emerson: “From Cleveland, Ohio, standing six feet eight inches tall and weighing in 285 pounds...”

“And I’m not a robot
I’m not a monkey
I will not dance even if the beats funky
Opposite of lazy, far from a punk
Y’all ought to stop talking, start trying to catch up motherfucker”

Eric Emerson: “The leader of the New Age Panzies...

PAAAAAANNNZZ-ZAAAAHHHH-DIIIIIIIISSSSEE!”

Panzadise steps out onto the entrance ramp as the crowd explodes.

“And all the people say
Aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah aaaaaaah

Try to catch up motherfucker
Aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah aaaaaaah”

Dise begins making his way down to the ring. He’s wearing black leather pants with “Dise” written down the right leg and a pair of red six-sixed dice on his left thigh.

Brian Rentfro: “Look at this, Jon! Dise has got a brand new entrance song! The NAP is constantly reinventing themselves!”

Jon McDaniel: “I will say this, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dise look this focused.”

He climbs up onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope.

“I am the opposite of whack
Opposite of weak
Opposite of slack
Synonym of heat
Synonym of crack
Closest to a peak
Far from a punk
Y’all ought to stop talking, start trying to catch up motherfucker”

Dise aggressively throws the NAP sign into the air and screams as silver pyro begins pouring down from the rafters into the ring behind him. The crowd explodes in cheers.

“And all the people say
Aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah aaaaaaah

Try to catch up motherfucker
Aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah aaaaaaah”

Dise stands in the center of the ring, staring directly down the entrance ramp eagerly awaiting Matthew Engel's arrival.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda...

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song. Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

"Please allow me to introduce myself..
I'm a man of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man's soul and faith."

The crowd is already on their feet, a mixed reaction of cheers and boos - but it's a very loud reaction. Engel unstraps the WHC from his waist and raises it high in the air with his right hand. He throws it over his right shoulder and begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...

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

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

"I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made."

Eric Emerson: He is the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion of all time... MATTHEW... "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

"Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I'll lay your soul to waste."

After handing off his World Title to the referee, Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

Jon McDaniel: We're going to see history tonight Brian, no matter what happens!

Brian Rentfro: Welcome to Panzadise!

Eric Emerson: And our special guest referee of the evening ordered by the new Chairman of the AoWF Championship Committee and President Rob Robinson...

Brian Rentfro: Special what?!

Jon McDaniel: It seems our esteemed World Champion did have a surprise for Panzadise after all.

Dise doesn't look surprised however, he shrugs his shoulders. And then a familiar song comes over the PWA sound system. "We Strike First" by Bad Religion hits the sound system as Joe BoXeR comes out from backstage! The crowd erupts into cheers!

Jon McDaniel: So THAT'S why we saw that RPM 3 trailer earlier tonight!

Brian Rentfro: Isn't he dead?

Jon McDaniel: Didn't we think the same about Monkey McDee?

Brian Rentfro: True.

Joe BoXeR walks down the rampway waving to the fans. He's in a nice pair of black slacks, a form-fitting referee shirt, and a nice pair of black shoes. Joe looks like he has lost about 25 pounds, but he still looks good. His hair is short, but it's dark brown as opposed to the salt and pepper look he had going in Victory. He climbs into the ring, as Panzadise looks on a little worried. Joe and Virus shake hands and Joe walks up to Dise, offering a hand of respect.

Jon McDaniel: It seems Panzadise doesn't want anything to do with the classiest man in all of wrestling.

Brian Rentfro: Pfft, classy. You know who's classy? Rob Robinson.

Jon McDaniel: I think he's the opposite of classy.

Joe shrugs his shoulders and Dise refuses to shake his hand. Joe requests a microphone.

Joe BoXeR: Good evening Pioneer Wrestling!

The crowd erupts as Joe gives the crowd an honest smile.

Joe BoXeR: Now you're all probably surprised to see me, and I would be too if I was in your shoes. The truth is... I'm all better now.

Joe says it as non-chalant as possible.

Joe BoXeR: Yeah, that whole cancer thing? Totally killed it.

Joe lets out a laugh.

Joe BoXeR: I had some ups and downs... it was quite a battle, but I won. And even though the AoWF and its companies won't let me wrestle anymore, they aren't about to throw away my other talents as well. That's why the AoWF CC elected me as their new Chairman!

The crowd explodes again. More BoXeR time it seems.

Joe BoXeR: And so, I'm here tonight to let you all know that my first task as the new Chairman was to organize a tournament to decide the best man or woman to take the place of Trevor Knight as our AoWF Television Champion. Task number two? Making sure that this PWA World Title match - arguably the biggest one of the year - goes down without a hitch.

Dise doesn't look too pleased. Engel is giving his brother a round of applause.

Joe BoXeR: Now Robinson didn't like the idea, but it grew on him. After all, he didn't have much say in the matter. Unfortunately when it comes down to it, the owners of the AoWF promotions work for the AoWF Championship Committee, and since I am the Chairman... Rob really has to go with it. So, Rob, thank you for your patience and cooperation. This World Title match, which the AoWF CC has a lot of invested interest in, will be fought with integrity and it will be starting right now!

Joe throws the mic away and signals for the bell.

DING DING!!

Dise charges out of his corner immediately going after Virus. He tries for a big boot, but Virus ducks underneath. Dise quickly turns around and gets met with a quick left right punch combination from Virus who finishes it up with a high knee to the chin of Dise. Dise gets rocked in the corner and Virus springboards from the middle rope and connects with another knee to the chin. Virus attacks Dise in the corner with shots to the body and then proceeds to choke Dise with his bare hands! BoXeR remains firm and tells Virus to back off, then gives him the count.

BoXeR: 1! 2! 3!

Virus breaks the choke and then gives Dise a spin kick to the gut, then dropping him to the mat with a DDT. Virus goes against the ropes and tries for a moonsault off the middle rope, but Dise gets his knees up and Virus crashes right on top of them. Dise gets up to his feet and gives Virus an european uppercut then whips him into the ropes. Virus comes back and Dise grabs him for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Dise doesn't let Virus drop as he picks him up again and gives him another back-breaker! Dise stands Virus up and then whips him chest-first into the turnbuckles. Dise charges and crushes Virus in the corner, and then gives him repeated kicks to the back over and over. Dise throws Virus out of the corner with a german suplex and then makes a cover.

1..

2..

KICK OUT!!

Brian Rentfro: Dise is destroying the Virus right now!

Jon McDaniel: He's definitely going to work on that back of Virus to set up for the Panzadise Bomb. Smart move on his part.

Dise gets to his feet and Virus gets to his feet a moment after. Dise tosses Virus in the corner and gives him a couple of giant knife-edge chops to the chest. Virus gets set up on the top turn buckle and Dise climbs up to the middle. Dise hits Virus with a superplex right in the middle of the ring! The crowd is going crazy. Dise gives Virus a vicious kick to the jaw that puts Virus on his stomach. Dise goes to the ropes and nails Virus with a double knee drop right on his back! Virus cries out in pain.

Jon McDaniel: That might have done some damage right there, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: You bet it did. Virus looks like he's about to cry.

Dise brings Virus up to his feet and sends Virus into the ropes, but Virus springboards off the middle rope and catches Dise right in the temple with a heel kick! Dise is stumbling back and Virus nails him another heel kick this time right to Dise's sternum and it sends Dise into the ropes. Virus charges and connects with a big clothesline on Dise, sending them BOTH over the top rope and to the outside! The new Chairman of the AoWF CC, Joe BoXeR, begins his count.

BoXeR: 1!

Virus is up to his feet, about the same time as Dise. Virus gives Dise a spinning backfist and then slams Dise face-first into the apron!

BoXeR: 2!

Virus kicks out Dise's left knee and then gives him a running bulldog right on top of the steel steps! The crowd is going nuts!

BoXeR: 3!

Virus flips Dise over on the steel steps and connects with a standing leg drop right over Dise's throat!

BoXeR: 4!

Dise is trying to get to his feet and Virus charges, ducking a wild punch from Dise and nailing Dise with a reverse DDT on the arena floor!

BoXeR: 5!

Virus gets Dise up to his feet and rolls him into the ring.

BoXeR: 6!

Virus gets on the apron and climbs to the top rope. Dise is getting up to his feet. Virus leaps off tucking his legs as close to his chest as possible. He's in a shooting star press form but right as Virus comes face to face with Dise he extends his feet out as much as he can connecting with a drop kick to the chest of Dise!

Jon McDaniel: What a move by Matthew Engel! A shooting star dropkick!

Brian Rentfro: Weak sauce.

Virus makes the cover, BoXeR drops to the mat.

1..

2..

KICK OUT!!!

Dise kicks out with authority sending Virus a few feet off of him. Virus shakes his head and gets on top of Dise unchambering lefs and rights, trying to mess up Dise as much as he can like he did to his younger brother. Dise is trying to defend himself and manages to fight back with a few punches of his own! Virus gets off of Dise and to his feet. Virus ducks a big boot attempt from Dise again and turns around, only to get hammered by a running lariat from Dise! Virus nearly got turned inside out from that one!

Brian Rentfro: Yes! What a clothesline from the soon-to-be World Champion!

Jon McDaniel: You're counting Virus out already?

Brian Rentfro: I had him counted out after Sizzler, Jon!

Dise brings Virus to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Sidewalk slam from Panzadise! Dise drops on top of Virus with an elbow drop. Then another! He brings Viru up to his feet and slams his giant fist into Virus' back as many times as he cans. He shoves Virus forward, who turns around and just ducks a roaring elbow attempt from Panzadise. Virus delivers another heel kick to the ribs of Dise! Dise fights back with a big headbutt to Virus knocking him to the mat. Virus bounces back up and gets sent back down to the mat with the big boot finally!

Brian Rentfro: That HAD to hurt! I think Virus' nose is bleeding!

Jon McDaniel: The World Champion might be in trouble here Brian!

Brian Rentfro: Good! It's about time!

Virus is getting up to his feet and Dise whips him to the corner turnbuckles. Virus smashes chest-first and then Dise spears his back in the corner! The crowd is going apeshit over these two guys giving it all they got, and Virus is in a lot of pain from that spear from Dise. Dise turns Virus around, giving him a kick to the gut.

Brian Rentfro: PANZADISE BOMB! PANZADISE BOMB! IT'S OVER!

Jon McDaniel: We might have a new World Champion!

After Dise drops Virus to the mat, he yells at BoXeR to make the count. He does.

1...

2...

3 -- NO! VIRUS KICKS OUT! VIRUS KICKS OUT!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT?!

The crowd is going crazy! Virus kicks out of the Panzadise Bomb! Dise can't believe it!

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable Brian! The resiliency of Matthew Engel is legendary but I did not think he was going to be able to get up from that after what Dise has done to his back so far.

Dise brings Virus up to his feet, giving him another kick to the gut. Dise is going for another Panzadise Bomb, but Engel fires away on top of Dise at his head, trying to get him to drop him. Dise can't take it anymore and drops Virus to the mat. Virus lands on his feet but stumbles a bit. Virus fires some more lefs and rights to Dise's face. Virus sends Dise into the ropes, and Dise comes back only to get drop kicked right in the face! Virus is up to his feet and springboards off the top rope and connects with High Voltage!

Jon McDaniel: And Virus is back in the match just like that!

Brian Rentfro: Don't you think BoXeR counted slow on that?!

Jon McDaniel: No, I don't. It was a fair count, and BoXeR is an honorable guy.

Virus makes the cover on Dise after hitting High Voltage.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Virus gets up to his feet and gives Dise some kicks to the gut and ribs. Virus brings Dise up to his feet and goes toe to toe with him, leveling him with lefts and rights. Dise blocks one of Virus' right punches and gives Virus another headbutt. Dise slams his elbow into Virus' chin and then slams him to the mat with a butterfly suplex. Dise goes into the ropes and comes crashing down on Virus' head with a knee drop. Virus attempts to get up to his feet but Dise grabs him by the head and runs his face over the top rope giving him a little friction burn! Virus grabs his forehead trying to shake off the friction burn and Dise clotheslines him in the corner. Virus stumbles out of the corner and Dise hip tosses him to the mat. Dise from the middle turnbuckle with a knee drop - misses!

Dise rolled away from Virus who's on his feet. Virus connects with a kick to Dise's gut and then a quick roundhouse to the head! Virus slams his fists repeatedly into Dise's chest and ribs and then underhooks both of Dise's arm in a front headlock and DDT's him to the mat! Virus quickly ascends to the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: Oh no! Come on!

Jon McDaniel: I think you know what's coming next Brian!

Virus leaps off the top rope with the Euthanasia and connects! The crowd erupts! Joe hits the mat as Virus stays on top for the cover.

1...

2...

3 -- NO!!! DISE HAS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE! DISE WAS TOO CLOSE!

Virus gets up to his knees and looks over, he can't believe it! Dise's height and long legs just saved him!

Brian Rentfro: YES! THE MATCH CONTINUES!

Jon McDaniel: I gotta give it to Panzadise. Virus has been working on his ribs and chest all night long, like Dise was doing to Virus' back, and for Dise to know where the ropes were as he was getting the life knocked out of him... a lot of credit to the biggest Panzy there.

Virus brings Dise up to his feet and gives him a jawbreaker, sending Dise back a couple of steps. Virus slams his boot into Dise's chest a couple of times and goes for a third, but Dise grabs his boot. Virus immediately goes for the enziguri but Dise ducks right underneath it, even though Virus aimed too high on it anyway. Dise puts Virus in an ankle lock!

Brian Rentfro: Wow! Dise with the submission move! The same one Virus used on Vicious in Victory Wrestling!

Jon McDaniel: Dise has done his homework and now he wants to put Virus away in a way that will hurt his pride the most.

Virus isn't giving in that easy though. Joe is down on the mat and asking Virus if he wants to give up but he's just shaking his head. Dise locks in that ankle lock even harder and Virus is trying to scramble to a nearby rope. He's less than a foot away from the nearest bottom rope, trying desperate to grab ahold of it before Dise does some real damage.

Panzadise: COME ON MATT! JUST GIVE UP!

Virus shakes his head again, and lunges for that bottom rope as Dise holds on tighter. We can hear Virus scream out in pain but Virus doesn manage to get to that bottom rope. BoXeR tells Dise to break the hold and then gives him the count.

BoXeR: 1! 2! 3! 4!

Dise lets go and gets up to his feet, backing away for a moment as BoXeR checks in on Virus.

Jon McDaniel: Dise did a number on that ankle and you wonder if Virus is going to be able to attempt the Euthanasia again.

Brian Rentfro: He was able to do the Euthanasia on one of those damn Kurtis brothers after Marvin nearly tore his knee apart at Honor Bound!

Jon McDaniel: Be careful Brian. You're cheering for Engel right now.

Brian Rentfro: Crap! I mean... Engel is totally not gonna be able to do the Euthanasia now!

Virus is back on his feet as the crowd is on their feeting, cheering as loud as they can. It's essentially split down the middle.

Crowd: N-A-P! N-A-P!

Crowd: VI-RUS! VI-RUS!

Virus charges at Dise even with the bum ankle and does a barrel roll underneath Dise's wild clothesline attempt, coming up behind Dise and nailing him with the Images & Words! Dise is nearly knocked out from the attack, leaning against the ropes, and Virus walks over only to get a boot right to the gut! Virus slams his fist into Dise's chin, but Dise retaliates with a shoulderblock tackle sending Virus to the mat. Virus is up to his feet and ducks a haymaker from Dise.

Brian Rentfro: Dise is just playing with him, he's got him right where he wants him!

Jon McDaniel: I'm not so sure!

Virus slams his forearm into Dise's side and then a quick knee to the ribs. But Dise manages the strength to drop his elbow right on top of Virus' head and shove him away. Virus comes back at him, but gets kicked in the gut. Dise delivers ANOTHER PANZADISE BOMB, RIGHT INTO THE CORNER TURNBUCKLES!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Virus looks almost dead and falls to the mat. Dise is exhausted, but manages to drag Virus to the middle of the ring and make the cover.

1....

2....

3!!!

DING... DING... DING!!!

"When They Come For Me" by Linkin Park hits the sound system as Dise rises to his feet, his face a giant smile as he raises his arms in the air.

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... your new PWA World Heavyweight Champion... PANZADISE!!!

The whole NAP comes down to the ring to celebrate with Panzadise. Joe checks in on his brother Matthew as the crowd is split between boo's and cheers for the new World Champion.

Brian Rentfro: YES! WE FINALLY HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION WE CAN BE PROUD OF! THANK GOD!

Jon McDaniel: Panzadise does the unthinkable here tonight and upsets Matthew "Virus" Engel to become the PWA's new World Champion! And Matthew Engel's record breaking title reign ends at 147 days...which I believe is not only the longest World Title reign in history but the third longest of any title reign in PWA history as well!

Monkey McDee, Not-Stryker, Tony Danza, Scott Baio, Carlos Baerga, Jojo the Monkey and others we're forgetting to mention all surround Panzadise as he is handed his new World Championship. He raises it high in the air as Virus and his brother BoXeR walk up the rampway, never turning back and disappearing backstage.