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


10-16-2011


We Warned You


The rumble of the engines comes to a stop right outside the arena. The camera crew rushes to see who could be arriving in such a manner, with such an entourage of trucks.

Brian Rentfro: Hey wait a minute, isn't that...

Virgil Keenan adjusts his mask and scoff as he looks at the camera, pushing it aside.

Jon Jon McDaniel: That's Virgil Keenan. REBEL Pro's Aggression Champion. But what's he doing here?

That's when the cameras turn their attention to find "The Millennium Game" Justin Case and "Wreckless" Rocky Logan come into view, Hugh Aredone right behind them. Case and Logan stop and pose for the camera, smirking, cocky and confident before pushing their way past and into the arena.

Brian Rentfro: Uhh... Case Filed Rockets? What's a REBEL Pro tag team doing here?

That question can be quickly forgotten as we hear a few beer bottles smash, and the towering figure of Vincent Black come to view. The camera tilts up, and if you listen closely enough you can hear the camera man whimper.

Bubba J: Fuck outta our way.

Bubba J pushes the camera crew past, Black and Bubba enter the arena.

Jon Jon McDaniel: The REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions? Next we'll see Lisa Seldon.

But it isn't Lisa who we see next.

Brian Rentfro: Or worse...

The man adjusts his bandana, pulling it down from covering his face. It's Simon Kalis.

Simon Kalis: We warned you Phoenix.

Kalis grabs the camera by the end of the lens and it has to refocus on his face.

Simon Kalis: All that shit you talk about REBEL Pro comes to a head now, my friend. What? Are you just bitter I helped the REBELs do what you couldn't? All I did was infuse money into REBEL Pro and let these great guys do what they do best.

Kalis shoves the camera back and steps passed.

Simon Kalis: Get violent. And with that, REBEL Pro has shot up to the national scene. Now we're not watched on the internet by Americans but on television. Now we're selling out arenas people once thought only the PWA could. No more high school gyms, no more trailer parks, as much as you'd like to have people think President Robinson. Nuh uh. We've taken the AoWF by storm. We've taken this sport by storm.

He pauses, to look back over his shoulder and at the camera.

Simon Kalis: Good versus Evil has been the spot where great wars have ended. I'd know. I played a pivotal role in all of them. But this year? This year it's where one begins.

He turns to walk into the arena, and on the back of his jacket we can clearly read: "REBEL Pro! FUCK YEAH!"

Jon Jon McDaniel: Oh... Shi-

A Surprise Return


The camera shifts backstage, bringing us inside the office of "The Phoenix" Rob Robinson. At the moment, he is halfway through putting his ring gear on, but it's obvious that whatever caused him to stop was of the utmost importance. He is sitting at his desk, staring at someone on the other side, but the 'who' is blocked thanks to the camera angle.

The Phoenix: I knew you'd come back one day. They always come back.

The Phoenix sneers slightly at the figure standing on the other side of his desk.

The Phoenix: It might be against my better judgment, but I'm going to sign you to a new contract. I think you have what it takes and if you're gonna be big, you might as well be big in PWA, am I right?

The camera finally shifts to the right and we see the figure who has been shrouded in mystery up until this moment...

Derek Stephen Taylor: Absolutely. May I say, it's good to be back in PWA. It's been a while.

Derek smirks a bit, and then looks over the contract placed in front of him for a fleeting second before signing his name to it. He hands it over to The Phoenix, along with the pen, and awaits Robinson's signature, making the contract binding. He picks up the pen and places it to the contract, but stops before he signs his name.

The Phoenix: Actually...

Phoenix thinks for a moment before setting the pen down and smiling.

The Phoenix: I have a better idea.

Derek Stephen Taylor: Oh?

The Phoenix: Yes. You see...

Robinson moves a folder aside and picks up what appears to be a second contract. Whose contract is not clear, but like Taylor's, it has the wrestler's signature, but not Robinson's.

The Phoenix: Earlier tonight... just ten minutes before you showed up, in fact... I had another returning wrestler in here sign a fresh new contract.

Derek Stephen Taylor: Is that right?

The Phoenix rolls his eyes slightly.

The Phoenix: Do keep up, Mr. Taylor. Now, the more I think about it, the more I'm coming to realize that with the influx of talent both new and returning as of late, I'm not sure the PWA can... what's the word I'm looking for?

Derek Stephen Taylor: Afford both of us?

Robinson immediately breaks out into a half nervous, half arrogant laugh before taking a rather quick swig out of the nearest Yoo Hoo bottle.

The Phoenix: No, no, ha ha... nobody said anything about money! PWA is... PWA is doing just fine monetarily. No, I just think that between you and this other person, the sheer... TALENT... we can't really handle both of you on the same roster! That's all.

Derek leans back a bit, raising an eyebrow.

Derek Stephen Taylor: And you didn't think that this should come up before I signed the bloody contract?

Robinson shrugs.

The Phoenix: It's fine, really. I have the perfect way to rectify this situation.

Derek Stephen Taylor: I'm listening.

The Phoenix: A match!

Derek Stephen Taylor: A match?

The Phoenix: Right now!

Derek Stephen Taylor: Right now?

The Phoenix: Please stop copying me, it's very rude.

Derek Stephen Taylor: Right, right... so...

The Phoenix: So, I'd get to the ring if I were you! I'd say you have...

Robinson looks down at his expensive watch.

The Phoenix: ...two minutes, or you forfeit.

Derek looks behind him, and then back to Robinson.

The Phoenix: ...tick tock, Mr. Taylor. Tick tock.

Derek shakes his head before turning and racing out of Robinson's office. He races down the hallway, nearly tackling Riona Langly as he turns a corner. As Riona shouts obscenities in his general direction, Derek finds the Gorilla position and heads through it.

Derek Stephen Taylor vs ???

Singles Match


No music plays as Derek Stephen Taylor heads down the ramp, still in his street clothes, and rolls into the ring.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Well, it looks like we're going to have an impromptu match here tonight at Good vs. Evil!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, but who is Taylor's opponent gonna be? Robinson conveniently left that tidbit out!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and the winner will receive a PWA contract! Introducing first, he is DEREK STEPHEN TAYYYLORRR!!!

Derek hits the nearest corner and poses, getting a decent reaction from the crowd. He then hops down and waits, watching the stage for his opponent.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Here we go... who is Taylor going to be facing?

As if to answer Jon's question, the lights in the arena cut to black and the ADC-Tron comes to life!

Jon Jon McDaniel: The ADC-Tron is just displaying a bunch of jumbled letters! What are we witnessing?

Brian Rentfro: A better question might be WHO are we witnessing? Robinson said it was a returning star...

As the crowd displays confusion, the Tron displays "IYMEL OCENLR".

After a few moments, the letters begin to move on their own, rearranging themselves, and as they come to a stop...

"EMILY CORLEN"

Huge pop.

Jon Jon McDaniel: No way!

Brian Rentfro: Are you serious?!

"I'm Alive" by Disturbed hits the ADC-Tron! As the crowd continues cheering loudly, a single spotlight hits the stage, illuminating the intimidating figure of Emily Corlen. She surveys the crowd with a determined, confident smile as the lyrics to the song kick in.

#Never again will I be dishonored
And never again will I be reminded
Of living within the world of the jaded
They kill inspiration
It's my obligation
To never again, allow this to happen

Where do I begin?
The choices are endless
Denying the sin
My art, my redemption
I carry the torch of my fathers before me#

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent... EMILY COOORRRLLLEEENNN!!!

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

#The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice
To change myself, I'd rather die
Though they will not understand
I won't make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive

I'm Alive#

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

Jon Jon McDaniel: Derek Stephen Taylor versus Emily Corlen, winner receives a PWA contract! We might be about to witness history here!

Brian Rentfro: No kidding! Wow!

The bell rings and Derek charges at Emily. He launches off a big superkick aimed at Emily's jaw, but Emily sidesteps him and finds herself behind the British superstar. Almost as if by instinct, she hoists him into the air with a double chickenwing before dropping him hard to the mat with The Catalyst (Glam Slam)! The crowd cheers as Emily starts to go for the pin, then stops before standing over Taylor and raking her thumb across her throat!

Jon Jon McDaniel: What does Emily have in mind here?

Emily deadlifts Taylor to his feet before placing his head between her legs. She hooks one arm, then the other, and then leaps into the air before landing with a hard Down in Flames (Pedigree)! This time, Emily hooks the leg and the crowd counts along in unison!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, your winner and the newest member of the PWA roster... EMILY CORLEN!!!

"I'm Alive" hits the Tron again as Emily rolls out of the ring and grins. She high fives a little girl at ringside, then reaches down into her boot and pulls out a sharpie. She walks up to the nearest camera and autographs the lens (a move she learned from her old tag partner, Gabe Shelley) before blowing a kiss into the camera and heading up the ramp, smiling from ear to ear.

Jon Jon McDaniel: I'm still having trouble processing what we just witnessed! Emily Corlen is back in PWA!

Brian Rentfro: I did NOT see that coming!

Jon Jon McDaniel: I don't think anybody did! Can you imagine what other big surprises lie in store for tonight's show?

Brian Rentfro: I can't wait!

Aggression


Fantastic Andy: Yeah but there's like five of them here! Six if you count Simon!

We fade into the office of our great President, the most beloved man in all of the AoWF! Rob Robinson, of course! Robinson is watching a television screen showing random happenings across the arena, sipping his Yoohoo like a boss. None too concerned.

Rob Robinson: It's just a couple of REBEL Pro flunkies. They won't do much damage.

That's until on one of the monitors it shows Cody Bogard and Virgil Keenan slugging it out. Bogard gets Keenan into a sleeperhold but Keenan gets himself out and DDT's Bogard through a coffee table. Keenan rolls off of him, and then Bogard trips Keenan up from the ground. Bogard back up with a snap suplex through a table has both men down.

Fantastic Andy: Jesus Christ!

Keenan rolls away and so does Bogard, both men back up on their feet before Bogard can be seen being thrown through a window, glass shattering everywhere. Virgil Keenan steps out over him, shaking his head.

Rob Robinson: He'll be fine.

Keenan picks Bogard up and lays him out with the Burning Hammer over the shattered glass. He then stands up, and points to the camera. Robinson quietly sips his Yoohoo, not at all concerned these REBEL scum are running around all willy nilly in the PWA.

Fantastic Andy: Did he just say "Rejoice Motherfuckers" ?! Are they even allowed to do this?!

Rob Robinson: Well they're doing it.

Fantastic Andy: Well aren't you going to stop them?

Robinson turns around to look at Andy with utter dismay and then disgust.

Rob Robinson: Clearly there is still Yoohoo in this bottle.

He points to the case of Yoohoo off to the side.

Rob Robinson: And in there. I'm doing what is expected in a time of crisis, what any sane man would do.

Andy sighs. Virgil Keenan is seen on the monitor, walking off to do more damage probably.

Danny Monroe vs Miss Madyson

Singles Match


They stand in the center of the ring, nose to nose. They talk trash, getting closer and closer until their foreheads touch. Madyson pushes Monroe away and waves her hand in front of her face like Monroe has bad breath. He gives her a hard right in response. She responds with a punch of her own and they continue exchanging rights.

Danny Monroe’s strength gives him the advantage and Miss Madyson gives ground. Danny Irish Whips her across the ring. She comes off the ropes and hits a Flying Leg Lariat. He pops up a moment after she does. She bends him over with a kick to the gut and hits a face buster. She hops up, runs the ropes and comes back with a baseball slide.

She picks him up and whips him to the ropes again. He slides out. Using the ropes, she makes a Suicide Dive through the ropes, but Danny moves out of the way just in time. She hits the guardrail and goes down.

Danny Monroe picks Miss Madyson up and whips her into the ring steps. The ref orders them back into the ring. Danny tosses her in and follows. He goes for the pin. 1…2.. Kick out.

He picks her up and whips her across the ring. A vicious clothesline knocks her down and he follows it up with an elbow drop. He looks out to the crowd for a moment before picking her up and whipping her into the turnbuckle. He goes for an avalanche, but she gives him a boot instead. He reels away and she hits him with a Bulldog.

Danny gets to his knees and Miss Madyson punts him straight in the face. He snaps onto his back. She picks up his legs, grins at the crowd, and hits a double leg drop into his crotch. Then she goes for a pin. 1…2… kick out.

Miss Madyson picks him up and puts him on her shoulders. She’s visibly straining, but she holds him up for a moment, but that proves to be a mistake. Danny Monroe slips off her shoulders and hits a German Suplex. Both wrestlers stay down.

The crowd chants for their preferred wrestler to get to their feet as the ref starts to count. 1…2….3….4… both wrestlers are on their knees and the ref stops counting. Danny whips her across the ring, but she catches herself on the ropes and waits. Danny stomps towards her and she hits him with the Mad Kick. She takes a moment to gloat before picking him up again.

She climbs onto the apron and starts the MadDT, but just as she reaches the apex of her jump, he dropkicks her to the concrete. Both wrestlers are down again, but before the ref can even start his count, Danny Monroe rolls out of the ring. He picks Madyson up by her hair and drags her over to the apron. He says something to her ear before slamming her face first into the ring pole. Then he rolls her into the ring and follows after. He goes for the pin. 1…2… kick out.

He picks her up and hits a Cross Arm Suplex, bridging for the pin. 1…2 kick out right at two. He hauls her to her feet, wrenching her arm around as he does before putting her in a Hammer Lock. He lifts her off her feet with it. She elbows him in the face with her free arm, but he catches it, hooks it and lifts her off her feet in a Double Elevated Chicken Wing. Madyson swings her head backwards, headbutting Monroe in the face. He drops her as blood gushes from his nose. Madyson swings a big kick at Monroe's head, but he drops down and sweeps the leg. Madyson hits the mat and Monroe pounces, applying the Californication-Cross Arm Breaker. Unable to tap, Madyson verbally tells the ref she submits.

Brian Rentfro: Danny Monroe pulled off a big win that should move him into title contention!

Lucious Starr vs Monkey McDee

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is for one fall. Introducing first...

Monkey McDee's voice rings out over the PA: "WHO IS THE GREATEST?! ISN'T IT EASY TO SEE?! THE BESTEST OF THE BEST! OH YES, IT'S...!!"

The fans shout out in unison, "MONKEY MCDEE!" and "Brass Monkey" by the Beastie Boys erupts through the arena.

Eric Emerson: "Now coming to ring, from Hartford, Connecticut..."

Red fountain pyros ignite, horizontally, across the darkened entrance way in unison with the music as the noise volume increases...

Eric Emerson: "Standing at six-feet two-inches, and weighing in at 220-pounds..."

Red spotlights shoot down from the rafters, and begin to sweep through the arena.

Eric Emerson: "Also a former PWA World Champion...He is the master of the Spunky Monkey...He is MON-KEEEEEEY MC-DEEEEEEEEEE!!"

McDee bursts through the black curtains and shower of red pyros. Clad in a red tank top and black wrestling tights inscribed with "Monkey" written down his left leg in red lettering and outlined in white, he looks around to the crowd, and smiles. He then thrusts his hand up into the air with the "M" symbol.

The crowd responds with a burst of new cheers, and soon they too are returning the "M" symbol themselves.

McDee runs down the ramp to the ring, slapping the hands of fans as he passes them.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

Red and violet lights shine around the arena, falling at the center of the entrance ramp. Cee Lo Green’s Fuck You hits the arena, as white fireworks light the ramp. Lucious Starr emerges to a mix of cheers and boos, throwing up both hands- which are flicking off all in attendance. Lucious slowly makes his way down the ramp, playing to the fans as he almost dances his way down.

I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
If I was richer,
I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, from Akron Ohio!

Lucious stops mid ramp, gyrating to the tune. He points to either side of the ramp, a few female fans cheering while a few are totally not buying it, Lucious blowing a kiss to a nearby female fan.

I'm sorry
I can't afford a ferrari,
But that don't mean I can't get you there.
I guess he's an Xbox
I'm more an Atari,
But the way you play your game ain't fair.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds...

Lucious continues down the ramp, eyeing the ring as he descends.

I picture the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend

Eric Emerson: He is the Untamed Fury...

Lucious circles the ring, stopping by the announce table. He salutes the announce team, then turns to leap onto the ring apron. He waves to the crowd, taking in the mixed reaction as his intro continues.

I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
If I was richer,
I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!

Lucious slides in between the top and middle ropes, climbing the nearest turnbuckle.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, he is Lucious Beta Starr!!

Now I know
That I had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya
Trying to please ya.
'Cause being in love with your ass ain't cheap

Lucious again flips the bird, jumping to the mat below as he waits for the match to begin.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Two PWA legends from different eras will go head to head tonight, in singles competition for the first time.

Brian Rentfro: You just know that Lucy is looking to avenge his loss of the tag team titles to McDee and his partner Not-Stryker. Who, by the way, is totally not the Phoenix in disguise.

The two men lock up and the larger McDee quickly switches to a headlock. Starr pushes him into the ropes, but hits the mat when McDee hits him with a shoulder block on the rebound. Starr quickly gets to his feet, ducks a punch, and responds with a lariat. McDee scrambles back up and both men circle each other. They lock up a second time, and this time McDee pushes Lucy into the corner and starts delivering knees to the midsection before locking his arms around Starr's waist and sending him flying with a belly to belly suplex. McDee hops to the second turnbuckle and springs off it, landing an elbow onto the prone Lucy Starr.

Jon Jon McDaniel: McDee is using his agility to his advantage in the early goings.

McDee pulls Starr to his feet only to knock him back down with a standing dropkick. This time when McDee goes to stand Starr up, Starr catches him with a jawbreaker to turn the tide. Starr doesn't waste any time locking in a half Boston crab.

Brian Rentfro: Smart move by Starr, trying to injure McDee's leg and eliminate his speed advantage.

McDee makes it to the ropes, but Lucy won't let go until 5. They get to their feet and start to brawl, with McDee favoring his sore leg. Neither man gains an advantage until McDee's leg buckles, giving Starr the chance to spear McDee into the turnbuckle. Lucy does the time honored "climb the turnbuckle and punch your opponent 10 times while the crowd counts" thing. McDee flops face first to the mat. Starr bends down to pick him up, but now McDee is the one spearing a guy into the corner. In a shocking display of literalness, McDee monkey flips Starr out of the corner to the center of the ring. McDee climbs between the ropes to stand on the ring apron. He springs up to the top ropes and tries to springboard off it, but his leg fails him again and he lands flat on his face.

Jon Jon McDaniel: McDee's having a hard time adjusting to that leg injury.

Starr is up and grabs the foot of McDee's hurt leg, yanking it high into the air and then driving the knee into the mat. He keeps this up until even the most black hearted people in the crowd are begging him to leave the poor monkey man alone. Starr goes up top to give McDee a taste of his own medicine and comes down with a frog splash that probably would have hurt quite a bit if McDee hadn't rolled out of the ring. As it is, Starr lays on the mat clutching his ribs, so apparently it did hurt quite a bit after all.

Brian Rentfro: McDee dodged a bullet, but I'm not sure how much more he's got in the tank, Jon.

Jon Jon McDaniel: That's a really good question. He's testing out the knee, but it looks like he can't put much weight on it.

Brian Rentfro: People forget that I used to be a wrestler myself, and let me tell you, that ring? It ain't made out of marshmallows. That's plywood covered by canvas. Getting your knee driven into like that? Well, that's going to ruin your weekend, that's for sure.

Sure enough, McDee is using the guard rail to try and support himself while he tests out the leg. Not much luck there, I'm afraid. Every time he lets go of the railing, he ends up crumpling. That's when inspiration strikes. And by "inspiration", I mean the crowd starts chanting.

Crowd: N-E-S! N-E-S! N-E-S! N-E-S! N-E-S!

McDee looks around, bewildered. "No," he seems to be saying as he shakes his head. "Yes," the crowd says as they continue to chant. With a shrug, McDee falls victim to peer pressure and lifts the ring apron to look for some plunder. This wasn't hard since he was pretty much laying on the ground already. But while McDee and the crowd were having their moment together, Lucy Starr felt left out and decided to join in the conversation. His comment? "Screw a lot of this." While McDee is fumbling under the ring, Starr rolls out of the ring, grabs his leg and yanks him out. But McDee is ready! Or not, since he's clearly empty handed. Feelings hurt that the crowd didn't want to talk to him, Lucy decides to be a dick and goes for the Hell's Wrath outside the ring. Since McDee clearly can't submit out here, Lucy does the gentlemanly thing and just dumps him on his face instead. On the concrete floor. Dick.

Jon Jon McDaniel: That could be it for McDee!

Starr once again picks up McDee, who is about 240 pounds of dead weight at this pound. He rolls him into the ring, but before he can follow, he seems to trip and fall on his face.

Jon Jon McDaniel:What the hell? Did Lucy get clumsy all the sudden?

Thanks for a responsive cameraman, we soon see that Lucy Starr didn't trip over his own feet, he was tripped by a foreign agent! Unless Jojo the monkey was bred in captivity, in which case he was tripped by a domestic agent!

Brian Rentfro: I knew it! Monkey business!

Luckily for Lucy Starr, nothing was hurt but his pride. He sits up and swipes at the monkey, who dives under the ring to hide. Shaking his head and muttering, Lucy gets to his feet and climbs to the ring apron. Inside the ring, the ref is kneeling and making sure that Monkey McDee isn't dead. Lucy steps between the ropes to enter the ring. As he does, Jojo comes flying out from under the ring and scampers up to the top turnbuckle, a NES in his little monkey paws. As Starr is bend over, entering the ring, Jojo leaps off the turnbuckle and clobbers Starr in the head with it. Starr goes down face first, falling into the ring. Jojo runs away! The ref stands up. McDee stirs!

Brian Rentfro: If I've said it once, I've said it a million times. Never turn your back on a monkey.

McDee is to his feet, holding on to the ropes to keep his balance. He sees the fallen, seemingly drunken, Lucy Starr laying prone. Not one to waste an opportunity, McDee climbs to the top turnbuckle, crouching down so he can use his hands to keep balanced. Using one leg, he leaps off and manages to nail the Tailspin. He rolls Starr over and hooks a leg as the ref counts!

1...
2...
3!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by pinfall... Monkey McDee!

Jon Jon McDaniel: A close contest, but in the end Starr couldn't overcome the numbers game.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, bet he didn't realize he'd fighting freakin' Tarzan.

Aggression 2: Electric Boogaloo


The cameras catch up with Simon Kalis as he takes a casual stroll through the hallways, little referees and other staff fleeing for their lives at the sight of him as he swings his barbed wire crowbar in one hand, a cigarette dangles between his fingers in the other. Perfect timing too, cause just as he turns a corner he runs into none other than his old running mates.

Lucious Starr: You son of a bitch.

Kalis winks.

Simon Kalis: Hey guys.

Danielson just glares at Simon.

Simon Kalis: Is this any way to show your old pal love?

Lucious Starr: I'll put it bluntly for you Aaron. I don't like what you're doing here. I know what you're up to. Some kind of REBEL Pro assault on PWA.

Kalis stumbles back, throws his arms up and shrieks.

Simon Kalis: The master plan has been revealed! Well shit Sherlock.

Lucious Starr: No. This is MY PWA, Aaron.

Simon Kalis: Sure. If you are the PWA this'll make things a lot easier.

Starr steps forward, and nobody but Simon and the cameras catch Justin Case and Rocky Logan creeping up behind Hell & High Water.

Lucious Starr: I won't let you do this to MY fed, NIGGAH!

Kalis' eyes widen, just as Logan grabs Danielson from behind and puts a paper bag over his head, taking him down and beating him in the face. Starr isn't paying attention as he pulls out his favorite lead pipe and swings at Kalis. Kalis tries to dodge, but being the still sluggish and injured fella he is, he takes a shot to the face and he stumbles against the wall. He's bleeding, but he smirks as Case grabs him from behind and hits Just 2 Talented on Lucious Starr, cracking his head against the hard concrete. Logan finishes up with Danielson, busting some serious MMA styled strikes at his head.

Justin Case: Justin Case U Didn't Know!

Simon Kalis: YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!

Kalis and Case high five, as do Rocky and Case. Kalis takes a swing with his barbed wire crowbar at Starr's head, leaving him bleeding.

Rocky Logan: What's next?

The three stop, and Simon shrugs.

Simon Kalis: Not sure. You guys can go be awesome, you're good at that.

Case Filed Rockets laugh as they make their way through the arena, and Simon wipes the blood off his face, looking back at Starr with some spite.

Marco Dante vs The Phoenix

Singles Match


Coming soon to a PPV near you!

Aggression 3: Revenge of the Sith


Bubba J: Yeah but he's a tough son bitch, I'll tell ya.

As we fade in backstage, we now find the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions walking around drinking beer and discussing the finer things in life.

Vincent Black: From what he did to you in the Junkyard, I can see that.

Bubba J: Yeah, yeah.

They come to a stop when they see Not-Stryker and Monkey McDee a few feet away.

Vincent Black: Aren't they the guys we've been looking for?

Bubba J: Fuck yeah they are.

Bubba and Black rush forward, and as McDee and Not-Stryker turn around they're met with massive clotheslines from the REBEL Pro tag champs. Not-Stryker and McDee get back to their feet and an all out brawl erupts between the two sides. Bubba J gets hip tossed to the ground and McDee begins wailing on him. Not-Stryker manages to hit Black in Vincent's injured face but the face mask protects him from too much damage, and then it's a matter of time before Bubba J lashes out against Not-Stryker with the Trailer Park Trash! Black hoists McDee up and lays him out with A New Hope right on top of Not-Stryker.

Bubba J: Hope you sum bitches are ready.

Vincent Black dusts himself off and he and Bubba walk off, leaving the PWA Tag Team Champions in a heap.

Jon Jon McDaniel: This is madness. This has to be stopped!

Brian Rentfro: I uh. Yeah.

Cody Bogard© vs Thomas Manchester Black

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


Four Rusted Horses" by Marilyn Manson starts up over the PA system as the lights start to flash. The crowd explodes as the man known as 'The Queen City Hitman' makes his way through the cutains.

"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. And that’s when 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 with the Grizzly Beer Championship. 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 off the belt and hands it over to the ref. the ref walks around with the title in the air for both men and the crowd to see. TMB just stares at the belt, before placing his view on Cody.

Ding Ding

Cody and Thomas walk to the middle of the ring. At the slight hint of noise the two lock up. TMB of course uses his strength and size to back Cody into the corner. The ref steps in and Black just lets go and steps back to the surprise of the ref and Cody. As Cody steps out the corner to lock up with Thomas again, Black fires a quick kick to the mid section. Cody bends over from the impact and TMB starts to hammer down with some brutal looking forearms to the back. Black pauses to give cody enough time to straighten up and fires off a hard right hand to Cody’s jaw. Cody stumbles back into the ropes as Black sends him up and over the top with a clothesline. Cody hits the floor hard, holding his back. TMB smiles as he drops down and rolls out of the ring. Cody pulls himself up using the guard railing as TMB starts to stalk him. TMB goes to fling Cody into the ring edge, but Bogard quickly spins around and nails a low dropkick that brings Black down to one knee. Cody follows that up by springing off the guard railing and hooking TMB’s head before planting him with a DDT. Black looks a little shakey as he gets himself up on all fours. Cody doesn’t give him a chance to get his bearings as he goes and gets a running start. Cody gets up to full speed and nails a vicious punt kick to the bigger man’s ribs

Jon Jon McDaniel: And if Cody plans to walk out of this match still champion this is the game plan he has to have.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, using his speed against the big man, but how long can he keep up at this speed.

TMB holds his ribs as Cody starts to fire repeated kicks at his ribs. The kicks start to move TMB against the guard railing. Cody steps back before ramming a knee into the face of the former champion. Cody rolls back into the ring and waits for Black to attempt to get up. The former GB Champion shakes off the cobwebs as he stands up. As he does this Cody springs off the ropes, looking to nail a Asai Moonsault. Black quickly is able to steady himself and catch Cody in his arms. In one swift move, TMB spins around and nails a fall away slam which sends Cody back first into the ring edge. Black drops down to one knee, still trying to regain focus as Cody rolls around on the ground in pain. Bogard holds his back as Thomas seems to have finally got his senses back and looks to be even more upset then he was to start the match. Black grabs Cody by the hair and rams a knee into his gut. Not a pretty move, but it is effective enough for Black to fire 6 more shots like that to Cody. Cody goes limp as Black rolls him back into the ring.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Cody had a great game plan, but slowing down or giving any inch of a break and TMB will make you pay for it.

Brian Rentfro: And the thing about Black, he can turn a basic move like a knee to the gut and make it feel like you are getting hit with a sledgehammer.

TMB rolls into the ring after Cody and throws him into the corner. TMB rushes in and nails a brutal looking clothesline. He steps back allowing Cody to stumble out of the corner and right into a spinning spinebuster. Upon impact, TMB hops up and drags Cody into the middle of the ring. TMB drops down and places a forearm in Cody’s face as the pin is counted.

1…

2…

Cody almost is hit with the 3 count but is able to get his arm up at the last moment.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Cody able to kick out, barely…but kicks out.

Brian Rentfro: And look at the face on Black, he looks livid

TMB lifts Cody up and Cody goes limp in his arms. Black reaches down to get a better hold on Cody. He lifts Cody up in the air for a powerbomb. As he does Cody starts firing shots. Black starts to buckle a bit and goes to slam him down, but Cody holds on, wraping his legs around Black. McDaniel automatically knows what Cody is going for.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Cody is locking in and triangle hold after being slammed down in a powerbomb!!!!

Thomas is trying to punch Cody off of him, but can’t get enough power because of the angle. Thomas is starting to feel the pain from the hold as Cody leans back to provide more pressure. The ref is checking in on TMB, who is pushing him away, refusing to give up. Cody is screaming at Cody to give up or hear a snap. Black slowly squares his body and shoulders and places his free arm under his trapped one. You can see the strain in TMB’s face as he slowly tries to lift up Cody. Cody is screaming that is isn’t going to happen as the ref cautions that TMB is risking breaking his arm. Black isn’t listen as he slowly starts to lift Cody off the ground. Thomas gets Cody in the air as the crowd is in awe at the feat of strength.

Brian Rentfro: Thomas Manchester Black has just showed why he is a man to be feared, but at what cost to his arm and shoulder.

Jon Jon McDaniel: We are about to find out because it doesn’t look like Thomas can keep him up for much longer.

Black feels his arm about to give and goes to plant Cody into the mat, but at the last second Cody quickly lets go. Know that he has a few seconds to act, Cody wrap his arms around TMB’s shoulders and falls back to add more speed to TMB’s decent. Cody braces himself for impact as another TMB powerbomb is countered, this time into an armbreaker.

Jon Jon McDaniel: TMB yells out in pain as Cody is able to nail another big move of the bigger Black focusing on that arm.

Brian Rentfro: I see what Cody is doing here, you go and take out the arm and that decreases what TMB can do in that ring.

Black rolls around holding his arm as Cody starts to focus on the shoulder joint. Black tries to get some room between him and Cody, but Cody is stomping away at his shoulder. Bogard fakes another kick, causing Black to turn over to protect the joint. But as he does this, Cody leaps over him and drives a knee into the shoulder joint. Cody grinds the knee into the shoulder before dropping down and wrapping TMB up in an armbar. Bogard has the hold in tight as Black tries to reach for the ropes. Cody is leaning back more trying to hyper-extend the elbow joint. At the last moment possible TMB is able to reach the ropes. Cody keeps the hold on for a few more seconds before the ref forces him to let go. Black rolls out of the rign and starts to shake his arm in hopes of getting some feeling back into it. But Cody isn’t having any of that as he races to the ropes on the other side of the ring. Cody races off the other side and springboards off the ropes with a body Press that squashes TMB against the guard railing. Cody rolls off of Black and starts to fire various kicks to Black. Black is trying to cover up, but a few hard shots are still getting in. TMB catches a hard roundhouse kick that slumps him over in the sitting position. Cody leaps up an slams his feet into the chest of the bigger man. Cody lifts up Black and rolls him into the ring. Bogard rolls TMB up for the quick 3.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Cody going for the cover.

1…

2…

Brian Rentfro: Time to call it for TMB.

Kickout…


Cody slams his fists against the mat as TMB slowly get ups. Black pulls himself up with the ring ropes as Cody starts to stalk him. Cody is backing TMB into the corner with kicks and knees. Cody runs at full speed he goes for a splash in the corner, but Black catches him with his bad arm and plants him into the mat. TMB hops up and holds his arm in pain as Cody lies on the mat for a second. Now it’s TMB’s time to do the stalking as Cody is trying to get back to his feet. Black waits, waits and waits until Cody is up and spins around. Black wraps his hands around Cody’s neck and rams him into the corner. Black lifts Cody in the air and chokeslams him through the ropes and back onto the floor. Cody flops against the ring apron before falling to the ringside. Black steps outside of the ring and kicks over the steel steps nearby. He grabs Cody by the hair and throws him over by the steel steps. Black pushes Cody into the guard railing and fires shot after shot at Cody. Black lifts Cody up for a suplex, but Bogard is trying to fight back. Cody nails Black in the head with a knee and Black just drops him face first on the steel steps.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

TMB starts to get a grin as Cody lifts his head as you can see blood start to tickle down his face. Black quickly grabs the back of his head and rams it repeatedly into the steel steps. Cody is now gushing blood as black tosses him off the steel steps. Black rolls into the ring and just sits in the corner waiting for Cody to drag himself into the ring. Cody pulls himself up onto the ring apron. TMB gets up and rushes towards the current GB Champion and Cody ducks the clothesline, but as he turns around to attack Black, black has already turned around and just blasts Cody off his feet with a Roaring elbow.

Brian Rentfro: DAMN!!! The blood just flew off of Cody’s face with that move.

Jon Jon McDaniel: And that is how you execute an elbow to the face.

TMB rocks Bogard with a stiff European uppercut. TMB throws another punch, but Bogard ducks under and hooks the arm, preparing for a Half-Nelson Suplex. TMB sees it coming and reaches up, grabbing Bogard around the head. Bogard knows the Branches of Sins is coming and let's go of TMB's arm so he can grab his shoulders and spin him around. A knee to the gut of TMB and its Hero Time! Bogard doesn't waste any time dropping down and hooking the leg!

1...
2...
3. kickout!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Cody Bogard successfully defends his Grizzly Beer championship against the man he originally won it from!

Brian Rentfro: But look out, Jon! Black is kicked out about a half second too late, he can't be happy with that.

Black is on his feet, staring daggers at Cody Bogard. The champ doesn't look thrilled about more fighting, but isn't about to back down either. Then TMB slowly extends his hand to Bogard, who cautiously shakes it.

Jon Jon McDaniel: A true display of sportsmanship!

Aggression 4: Aggression Free, Die Hard


Kalis paces back and forth, scratching his chin.

Virgil Keenan: Yeah but I wanted to take them out too.

Simon Kalis: Yeah I know. Still. I don't want anyone attacking Riona.

Virgil Keenan: You are shitting me.

Simon Kalis: Out of respect, and besides. This is just day one. There'll be time to mash out the rest of these people.

Keenan pauses to consider it and nods.

Virgil Keenan: Yeah I guess.

The room is tense, with Hardcore Entertainment and Case Filed Rockets eyeing each other.

Justin Case: Those are ours.

Vincent Black: Is that right?

Rocky Logan: You better believe it.

Bubba J: Take your best fuckin' shots.

Simon Kalis: Hey, hey. Relax guys. Tonight isn't about any infighting.

Virgil Keenan: Apparently I missed the memo where we see who has the biggest dick here.

There's a pause as everyone looks at Keenan menacingly. We can see behind his mask he rolls his eyes.

Simon Kalis: Tonight's a message. A message we can be sure the entire PWA will get, loud and clear.

Bubba J: Ya don't fuck with REBEL Pro.

There's a nod between them.

Simon Kalis: Expect retaliation. They'll get pissed. But then we'll unleash Pandara's Box on them and eat cake after we've mopped the floor with them.

Virgil Keenan: Pandora's Box?

Rocky Logan: He probably means Lisa.

Justin Case: That bitch?

Simon Kalis: Yeah, well. I'm sure when the time comes she'll murder whoever the PWA sends to fight her.

Kalis pauses again.

Simon Kalis: You'll all do the same, with whoever they send for you. For now gentlemen, enjoy the beer. There's still one more man who needs to get paid a visit.

Kalis smirks as he walks out of the room, and a hot looking trio of women enter the room with beers, beers and more beers! Yeah! God bless that Corey Lazarus money! Hah!

Matt Stone© vs Mark McNasty© vs Marxx vs Riona Langly

PWA Intercontinental Title Ladder Match


Ladders have been placed all around the ringside area in preparation for our next match, with one ladder being already set up at the bottom of the entrance ramp, just a few steps away from the edge of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, this is going to be beautiful! 4 of the best in the company bleeding for my enjoyment!

Jon Jon McDaniel: You're right about most of that. This match is not going to plesant. For those watching at home with small children, it might be best to have them leave the room.

Brian Rentfro: WHO CARES ABOUT THE CHILDREN. GIMME SOME BLOOD!

Jon Jon McDaniel: GROW UP BRIAN.

Eric Emerson: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A LADDER MATCH, AND IT WILL BE CONTESTED FOR THE PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

The ramp lights strobe a little bit as a little clip plays...

### IF I AIN'T TALKING... NOBODY'S LISTENING! ###

The crowd unleashes a torrent of jeers as "Whoa is Me" by Down With Webster begins to play over the speakers.

### 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, the Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder, raising the ire of his detactors in the crowd. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. Stopping on the middle of the ramp, he looks to the side and sneers at a fan holding a "Canada Sucks" sign. He rears his hand back and nearly throws a punch, but fakes out the last second and just walks on.

Brian Rentfro: That guy seems to follow Stone wherever he goes! Think of the costs of traveling just to heckle a wrestler.

Jon McDaniel: Clearly it's a different fan each week Brian... You're just being smart.

Brian Rentfro: That's right, I AM smart.

### 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 steps inside the ring, heading straight to one of the corners. He grabs the top rope and mounts the middle turnbuckle, raising his hands. Looking out at the crowd, he screams out, "I'm the best there is!" He shakes his head to the angry, hateful reaction of the crowd. He responds with two middle fingers, replying, "You don't deserve to see me!" He hops off of the corner and takes off his hoodie, handing it to a ring attendant. He waits for his opponents, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away.

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone has taken a beating the last couple of weeks, ever since Manitoba Mayhem. He's been in 2 steel cage matches and numerous brawls backstage over the belt on his shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: Yes, but none of these 4 wrestlers are going to be in top shape either. They've been fighting between themselves for weeks now, and even little things like that can take it's toll on the body.

### Today... My name... is pain... ###

The arena lights dim as a haunting orchestral score plays over the arena speakers. The ADCTron shows flashes of matches overlaid with fog... The score seems to increase in tempo and volume, the lights pulsing a deep purple along with the music, a one woman wail leading up the crescendo as the music suddenly changes, the lights in the arena returning to normal as a little bit of fog rolls in front of the entranceway, a spotlight illuminating Riona Langly from behind her, creating a siloette effect as she deliberately walks out to the ring to the tune of Echoes of Eternity's "Descent of a Blackened Soul."

### Everyday they wear me down ###
### And scar my soul day in day out ###
### This burden, I cannot bear ###
### Living in this nightmare ###

Brian Rentfro: And here she comes, the returning heroine... I for one didn't miss her one bit. The airwaves were alot more interesting without her around.

Jon McDaniel: Pay attention to this folks, because my broadcast partner is going to flipflop several times over the course of this match about Riona Langly.

Brian Rentfro: YOU LIE! SHE ABANDONED US FOR VICTORY AND THEN COMES BACK AND GETS A HERO'S WELCOME? FUCK THAT!

Jon McDaniel: She only went to Victory because Mark Sommers wouldn't resign her.

Brian Rentfro: Good man.

She makes her way down to the ring, slapping a few outstretched hands when she decides to, but keeping her focus fully on the squared circle in front of her. She stops at the edge of the ramp and then sprints, leaping up and sliding underneath the bottom rope. She hits the neareast corner and springs up to the middle rope, throwing her hands out as she screams "BEST IN THE WORRRRRRRRRRRRLD!"

### Voices of emotion, chaos in my head ###
### A voice from the commotion ###
### Screams above the rest ###
### Despair turns into pain ###
### Anger turns into hate ###
### Revenge calls my name ###
### Spellbound by my rage ###

Brian Rentfro: See, look at that arrogance, calling herself the Best in the World.

Jon McDaniel: Well, in many eyes, she's considered the best. I know we've witnessed some classic matches involving Riona Langly.

The music seems to taper down as she spins around, continuing to stand in the corner on the second rope, wringing her hands in front of her as she prepares for the match to come, staring a hole in Stone as the two lock eyes.

### All this pain, takes its toll ###
### And it makes the heart grow cold ###
### The descent of a blackened soul ###

Jon McDaniel: No love loss between Riona and Stone to say the least.

Brian Rentfro: There isn't, which is great. In an environment like this, hate is going to breed so much delicious violence!

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron, showing black, white and green clips of Marxx fighting is flashing as "Riptide” by Sick Puppies plays in the arena. All of a sudden, the stage ramp starts being covered in smoke as green lights flashes on each side, making the impression that the ramp is a green haze.

### You all hate your children ###
### They're too fat to feed ###
### You're on medication ###
### Taking pills to sleep ###
### I think I'm doing just fine ###

Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing a sleeveless black coat, studded on the shoulders. He stays in the middle of the entrance ramp, looking down. Then, all of a sudden, he raises his head and does his usual “X” with his arms before slowly extending them as sparkles are falling in front of the entrance.

### Compared to what you've been doing ###
### I won't get vaccinated ###
### Insurance costs too much ###
### You think you're so persuasive ###
### But I'm not giving up ###
### Saving my life ###
### It's not what you're doing ###

Jon McDaniel: And here comes the man that started this mess in Marxx.

Brian Rentfro: You know, with the level of hype this match is getting, you almost have to think that it was worth it.

Jon McDaniel: It wasn't worth it at all! A match like this with 4 of the best PWA has ever seen would get this sort of hype regardless!

He starts walking on the ramp, exchanging high fives with a few fans on his way. He stops in front of the ring, then all of a sudden, he turns back and takes off his coat. He climbs inside the ring and then heads towards the corner.

### I, I won't justify ###
### The way I live my life ###
### 'Cause I'm the one livin' it ###
### Feelin' it, tastin' it ###
### And you're just wasting your time ###

He climbs on it, and then makes the same gesture he did on the entrance ramp: an “X” in front of his face with his arms and then extending them to each side. He jumps off the corner and prepares for the match, looking over at 2 of his 3 opponents, his eyes focused on the prize.

### Trying to throw me a line ###
### When you're the one drowning ###
### I like where I'm at on my back ###
### Floating down in my own riptide ###
### The water is fine ###

Jon McDaniel: I believe that this is Marxx's first ladder match in the PWA, which may come into play.

Brian Rentfro: It probably will. Stone survived Money in the Bank at Genesis last year, while Riona's went to war with Bogard, but Marxx hasn't yet been in a match like this. It'll be interesting to see how he handles it.

The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

### Whatever you became ###
### Blame it on my fame ###
### Always away from you ###
### Sold my life for a song ###

Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back.

### Whatever you killed ###
### The blood got on my face ###
### See it took over you ###
### and your minds nearly gone ###

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a decidedly mixed reaction from the audience. He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. Then... all of a sudden... BZZZZT CRACKLE POP STATIC! Mark's music cuts off! He stands around, completely confused by the technical difficulties.

Jon McDaniel: We're sorry for the technical difficulties everyone.

Brian Rentfro: This isn't right. Mark McNasty is a former PWA World Champion! Save the difficulties for someone like Vic Wagner!

Jon McDaniel: I'll be sure to tell him you said that.

He angrily shakes his head, screaming about this seeming mistreatment, storming down the ramp, ignoring the fans in fustration. He slides into the ring and then walks to the last unoccupied corner, jumping onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, his pop less than normal. Seeing the other corners being occupied, he then walks right to the center of the ring. He looks to his left, then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him.

Brian Rentfro: Mark McNasty, always about himself. But good for him! He's earned it!

Jon McDaniel: Yes, he's earned the praise, but some of it has to have gotten into his head here. Still, some say he's got the most to prove here.

Brian Rentfro: No, I'd say it's Marxx who has the most to prove. McNasty was in a huge match at Summer Sizzler last year, almost main eventing. Marxx hasn't come close to a singles main event since RPM 2 last year.

The pyros fade and McNasty heads to his corner. Eric Emerson takes his place in the middle of the ring with Lance Weston to his right.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, brought to you from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Indianapolis, Indiana! He stands 6'2" and weighed in this morning at 230 pounds! He is a former PWA World's Heavyweight Champion, and he is the MIDNIGHT ROLE MODEL!... THIS IS MARXX!!!

Marxx raises one hand up, nodding his head to the other 3 contenders.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She stands 5'9", and as of this morning, weighed in at 138 pounds! She is 3 times the PWA World's Heavyweight Champion! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Maiden of War... RIONA... LANGLY!

Riona snaps off her crux pose, continuing to maintain her position on the middle rope.

Eric Emerson: And now... He stands 6'3", weighs 255 pounds, and makes his home in Atlanta, Georgia! He also is a former PWA World's Heavyweight Champion, and comes to this match as one of the Co-Holders of the PWA Intercontinental Championship! This is MALICIOUS... MARK... MCNASTY!!

McNasty outstetches his arms, soaking in the crowd's reaction.

Eric Emerson: Finally... Coming to us by way of Ottawa, Ontario Canada, he stands 5'9 and tipped the scales this morning at 222 pounds! Since May 22nd, 2011, he has held the PWA Intercontinental Championship! This is the Straight Shooter... MATT STONE!

Matt unstraps the PWA Intercontinental Championship belt and holds it high with one arm, showing off the prize that all four of these wrestlers are hungry for. Referee Lance Weston makes his way over to Matt Stone as the wench lowers from the ceiling. Stone reluctantly hands over the title belt to Weston, who brings it to the center of the ring. He clips the belt in the harness and motions to raise the belt to the sky. The glistening gold belt raises itself up as all 8 eyes seem to follow it's ascent. The belt stops it's climb and Lance motions to the timekeeper, and quickly slides out of the ring.

***DING DING DING***

WHAM!

Brian Rentfro: HOLY FUCK!

Jon McDaniel: RIONA JUST LAID OUT MATT STONE!

As soon as the bell rung, Riona exploded out of the corner and laid Matt Stone flat out with a Roaring Elbow. Staring down at Stone, Riona seems to say "THAT'S HOW TO SHUT YOU UP!" She turns around and finds herself assaulted as Marxx rushes over, unloading with a torrent of right hands. He grabs Riona's arm and flings her right into Mark McNasty, who grabs her around the waist and hits a belly to belly suplex, sending Riona upside down into the corner! McNasty gets to his feet and meets Marxx in the middle of the ring. The two rivals seem to share obscenities between each other. After some jaw-jacking between the two, Mark McNasty throws the first blow, a mean right hook that staggers Marxx into the near corner. McNasty lights up Marxx with a series of chops, the sound of flesh being chopped echoing through the electric crowd. Sick of being chopped it seems, Marxx grabs McNasty and reverses positions with him, pounding him with several big forearms... And then suddenly moves out of the way, almost by way of a sixth sense as Riona Lanfly charges in and levels McNasty with a huge YAKUZA KICK!! Mark slumps in the corner as Marxx goes to attack Riona, but Langly beats him to the punch as she wails him with an elbow! Irish whip, Riona follows and clotheslines Marxx over the top! Riona follows Marxx to the floor. Riona quickly brings the offense to Marxx, grabbing by his black hair and bashing him with forearms, staggering the taller man and finally pulling him down into a Front Facelock, before kicking out, spiking Marxx's face into the mat with a DDT! The Spokane crowd cheers the early violence, as Riona rolls to her feet. She doesn't have much time to celebrate though, as Mark McNasty hops off the apron and smashes Riona with a forearm! McNasty gets to his feet and decides to take on Riona first, pulling her to her to a seated position and then stomping down on the back of her neck! Riona rolls over to the side, putting her arm up in an attempt to protect her head, but Mark grabs another handful of hair and goes to roll her back into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: That's right! Take her out Mark! Send her back to the kitchen!

Jon McDaniel: I'm telling her you said that.

However, Riona suddenly breaks Mark's hold, slamming an elbow into his jaw. She follows up with a few more, just to get some momentum going, which works as McNasty seems to stagger back. However, McNasty is able to regain momentum with a series of hard forearms, and then turns Riona inside out with a Lariat that drops Riona right onto her head! Mark would do more, but Marxx spins him around and WHOLLOPS him with a hard right that puts McNasty on the floor! Matt Stone begins to roll out of the ring as Marxx drops to his knees and punishes McNasty with right hands for all that McNasty put him through during his period of servitude. Marxx pulls McNasty to his feet using a handful of hair and lead over to the announce table. Brian and Jon begin to clear out, but Marxx's momentum is shot as McNasty drills his rival with stiff elbow to the ribs. Marxx releases the hand of hair that he had in his hands, and then is pummeled with a nasty stiff kick from McNasty that pushes him against the ring. Marxx tries to get his breath, the kick knocking it out of him as McNasty grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper and jams it right into Marxx's ribs! Marxx doubles over and McNasty delivers an overhead shot to the back that puts the Midnight Role Model on the floor. On the other side of the ring, attempting to be unnoticed, Matt Stone slides a ladder into the ring. Mark catches Stone red-handed and slides into the ring and hits the top of the ladder with a baseball slide, knocking the end of it right against Stone's face! Seeing his 3 opponents down for the moment, McNasty sets the ladder up, hoping for the quick win... And those hopes are dashed as Riona Langly slides in and charges, catching McNasty off guard as she drives him into the mat with a takedown and mount, driving her fists into McNasty's skull repeatedly!

Brian Rentfro: You know, I hate the bitch, but I'd love it if she mounted me like that.

Jon McDaniel: Without the punches.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, without the punches.

The Maiden of War slips off of McNasty and drags him to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. McNasty ducks under Riona attempt to shatter his skull with a Roaring Elbow and then takes her down to the mat with a Lou Thez press, following it up with some fists of his own! McNasty pulls Riona back to her feet and then drops her once again with a textbook dropkick. Riona tries to get to her feet, but Mark makes it difficult for her as he rears back and gives Riona a huge soccer kick right to the kidney. Riona rolls on the mat in pain, and Mark continues to press his advantage, pulling Langly up by the arm and then working over her with a series of body shots to the gut before knocking her head almost clear off her body as he leaps back and then forward with the Light's Out! Riona drops straight backwards from the blow as McNasty repositions the ladder underneath the title and goes to make the climb. He makes it up 3 rungs before he's pulled off of the ladder by Marxx. Marxx whips the slightly disoriented McNasty into the ropes... and he flies right over the top as Matt Stone reaches up and pulls the bottom rope down! Mark lands awkwardly on his leg as Stone crawls into the ring, getting to his feet. The crowd can see he's busted open from his mouth, a trickle of blood coming from his lips, but he doesn't care as he meets Marxx head on in the middle of the ring, the two exchanging forearm strikes. Stone pushes Marxx into the corner and rams his shoulder into the taller man's gut, doubling him over before Stone goes on the offence with a blistering set of rights and lefts to Marxx's skull. Stone looks incenced at the man who started this whole mess, beating Marxx into a seated position before running the ropes and driving his knee right into Marxx's face! Marxx hangs face down over the bottom rope, looking dazed and confused as Stone looks around. He sees Riona climbing into the ring and rushes over, booting her in the gut and sending the former champ back first into the barricade. Mark McNasty slowly begins to climb in, but Stone is having none of that as he runs over and dropkicks Mark right in the face!

Jon McDaniel: And Matt Stone claims the ring as his!

Brian Rentfro: You know it won't last.

Stone stands alone in the center of the ring and then looks up at his title. Making a belt motion around his waist, Stone begins to climb. He only makes it up two rungs, however, before stopping at the sound of a nasty THWACK! And that sound would be the sweet symphony of steel meeting skull as Riona Langly levels Marxx in the face with a steel chair. She looks up at Stone and then storms the ring, sliding in as Stone desperately tries to climb. He doesn't make it anywhere near the title before Riona leaps up and slams the steel chair onto Stone's back! Riona drops the chair and reaches up, yanking Stone off of the ladder and down on the mat. She reaches down and rips Stone off the mat, wasting little time before leveling him with a European Uppercut that pushing Stone back into the ropes. A second EuroCut follows, rocking Stone almost over the top, but he manages to stay in the ring just to be given yet another EuroCut. Riona grabs Matt by the arm and whips him HARD into the ladder, smacking him in the face and causing it to fall over. Stone staggers backwards from the blow, right into Riona's range as she spins and clobbers him with a DEATHBLOW to the back of the skull! Stone falls face-first into the ladder, but any possible celebration from Riona is thwarted as Mark McNasty manages to get back into the ring, carrying with him a kendo stick! He rushes Riona, swinging for the fences but Riona manages to duck the first swing, and when McNasty turns around, he eats a steel chair as Riona tosses the chair right in his face. McNasty's momentum is stopped as he drops to his knees, and then Riona makes it worse as his head is fucking kicked in with a Buzzsaw kick. Riona pulls the ladder out from underneath Stone, who begins to crawl to his feet, and folds it closed before propping it in the corner. Grabbing ahold of Straight Shooter, Riona brings him to his feet and then goes to whip him into the corner, only for Stone to reverse and send Riona careening headfirst instead! Riona smacks into the ladder, staggering backwards right into Matt Stone's arms as he folds Riona up with a half-nelson suplex!

Brian Rentfro: NO! DON'T HURT HER!

Jon McDaniel: And that's flip-flop number 1.

Stone crawls out of the ring and grabs one of the other ladders, sliding it into the ring. Marxx is back to his feet, gushing blood from his forehead as he meets Stone head on. Stone catches him off guard with an eye-rake, causing him to stagger backwards a little bit. Looking to have the Midnight Role Model stunned, Stone builds momentum from the ropes and brings his foot up for a high knee, but Marxx manages to position himself to have Stone's leg land over his right shoulder. Stone shakes his head frantically as Marxx wraps his arms around Stone and lifts him high up before slamming him back with an Exploder Suplex on the steel chair! Stone arches his back in pain while Marxx regains his composure and gets to work, stomping down on Stone while he's on the mat before lifting Stone off the mat and flinging him HARD into the corner, causing Stone to go flying over the top turnbuckle and flipping to the outside, almost landing on his head! Marxx rolls out of the ring, following after a dazed Stone as both Riona and McNasty slowly begin to get to their feet in the ring. Marxx yanks Stone up by his neck before tossing him into the barricade and then knocking him INTO the crowd with a vicious European Uppercut! Stone gets to his feet, way in enemy territory, and tries to climb over the top, but Marxx won't let him as he knocks him back with a forearm to the skull. Stone returns the favor with a forearm of his own, but Marxx pushes him back with another forearm. Grabbing a cup of beer from a fan, Marxx smashes it over Stone's head, causing it to splatter everywhere. Stone stands up woozily and once again tries to climb over the guardrail, which Marxx uses to his advantage as he grabs Stone's head and drops him facefirst into the floor with an Ace Crusher! Marxx rolls to his feet and spits on the fallen Stone before grabbing a 3rd ladder and slides into the ring, where Riona and McNasty trading forearm shots in the ring oblivious to Marxx. He gets to his feet with the ladder and rams it into McNasty's back, and then into Riona's gut. Riona doubles over as Marxx drops the ladder and pulls Riona into a front-facelock, draping her arm over his neck before suplexing her into the ladder!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx uses the ladder to his advantage!

Brian Rentfro: Scintillating commentary from Jon McDaniel everyone.

Jon McDaniel: And Brian Rentfro with amazing color.

Riona rolls on the mat in pain as Marxx grabs ahold of a ladder and carries it over, using it to crush McNasty's ribs with huge shots to the gut with the ladder. Feeling satisfied, Marxx throws the ladder onto him hard, and then decides otherwise and picks it up off of McNasty's body, taunting him to stand back up, watching Riona carefully as she rolls out of the ring. McNasty slowly gets himself gets a good base, but it's all for naught as he turns around right in time for Marxx to smash the ladder square into his face. Keeping ahold of the ladder, Marxx carries it to one of the corners, setting it there. On his way back over to McNasty, he sees that McNasty has begun bleeding right above his right eye, and like a shark he goes straight for the blood. Mounting his groggy opponent, Marxx hammers away at Mark's forehead with some hard right hands. The blood begins to flow more freely from McNasty's face and Marxx grins like a fat kid in a candy store, his face caked with blood. Seeing Riona getting to her feet, Marxx drops McNasty with an elbow and rushes over, slamming Riona with a knee to the gut, doubling her over. He grins down at the woman as she tries to regain her breath, and then picks her up on her shoulders with her body facing him. Turning towrds the corner with the ladder propped in it, Marxx rushes forward and then launches Riona head first like a missle! Marxx makes sure to grind Riona's face into the ladder, trying to open her up like he did McNasty using the metal of the ladder. He leaves Riona leaning up against the ladder and then lifts up McNasty, pulling him to his feet and then whipping him into Riona in the corner. Stepping into the opposite corner, Marxx gets a running start and then leaps up with a Stinger Splash on Mark and Riona! Marxx latches on a full-nelson on Mark and launches him backwards with a Dragon Suplex, and then yanks Riona away from the ladder by her raven black hair. Marxx looks back at the ladder, a lightbulb seeming to pop over his head. Marxx locks in a reverse waistlock before hurling Riona back with a GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE LADDER!!!

Brian Rentfro: STOP THAT, YOU'RE PICKING ON HER!

Jon McDaniel: Riona's been through alot of punishment in this match so far... Maybe the others are punishing her for coming back.

The Midnight Role Model gets to his feet and poses, pointing down at Riona and asking the crowd if this is THEIR Champion. Marxx is in total control of the match undoubtedly has control of the match now as he sets up another ladder and begins to climb. Marxx reaches the top of the ladder and reaches out for the IC title, accidentally slapping it away from him as Matt Stone slides into the ring with another ladder and quickly sets it up next to Marxx's, climbing quickly. Marxx notices Stone racing up the ladder, but it's too late to do anything as Stone leaps off the ladder and hooks Marxx's head for a BLOCKBUSTER OFF THE LADDER!!!!! The ring looks like a car crash, bodies and metal everywhere as the ladders tip over, one falling onto McNasty's ribs in the process. Marxx cringes as he holds the back of his neck, kicking the canvas to show exactly how much pain he is currently experiencing. Mark McNasty, to the delight of the Nastites in the audience tonight, rises from the canvas and resets one of the ladders, beginning the climb the ladder himself as Riona begins to crawl to her feet, using the ropes as leverage. McNasty reaches up, attempting to touch the belt that hangs precariously over the ring, swinging back and forth. Stone also gets to his feet right before Riona and makes sure the former champion doesn't get to hers as she's wholloped with a Knee Trembler to the face! Looking up at McNasty, Stone pulls himself over to the other side of the ladder and begins to climb. Waiting for Stone at the top, McNasty lands a right on Matt, who fights back with one of his own as the two begin to slug each other on top of the ladder, both men weary from the brutality this match has brought upon them so far. Mark smashes a forearm into the side of Stone's head just as Stone hammers McNasty in his chest with a series of right hands. McNasty's forearms force Stone to lean back on the ladder, and at the last second, Stone decides that if he's going to go down, he's taking Mark with him. Matt gets in one more body blow to Mark as he tips the ladder over, dumping both men over the top rope and onto the entrance ramp!

Brian Rentfro: TIIIIIIIMMBER!!!

Jon McDaniel: They could be dead and you're making jokes!

Brian Rentfro: They're wrestlers, they'll be fine later.

Riona and Marxx slowly get to thier feet in the ring as Stone and McNasty lie motionless on the outside of the ring. Marxx whips Riona into the ropes, but he bends down way too early, and Riona is able to halt her momentum and launche a kick right up into Marxx's chest and face. Marxx's head snaps up, and then Riona shatters his jaw with a ROARING EL-BLOCKED! Marxx blocks the attempt at the Roaring Elbow and pushes Riona's arm away... but she spins right through and smacks him with a SPINNING BACKFIST! Marxx staggers into the corner and drops to a knee, trying to clear the cobwebs out as Riona bounces the ropes and crushes Marxx with a running boot right to the face! Marxx's head bounces off the turnbuckle. Riona pulls Marxx out of the corner and shoves him facefirst into the mat before grabbing one of the steel chairs in the ring and wedging it into the corner. Langly pulls Marxx up to a vertical base and rocks him with forearms before doubling him over with a knee to the gut. She grabs him from the back and tries to ram him head-first into the wedged chair, but Marxx puts a foot out to block the move, and then elbows his way out of Riona's grasp. Riona staggers into the ropes from the escape shots, and Marxx follows. He goes for a right to Riona, only for her to block it and then send off a SCREAMING knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the arena. Marxx almost bumps from the strike, dropping to a knee as Riona spins... ROARING EL-BLOCKED AGAIN! BACKFIST! DUCKED! Marxx grabs Riona as she's got her back to him and slides his head under her arm, lifting her up and headdropping her onto the mat with a BACKDROP DRIVER! Marxx lifts Riona off the mat and whips her into the ropes. Riona ducks underneath the roundhouse kick and then goes for a flying forearm on the rebound... and gets slammed into the mat with an STO from Marxx. Dragging Riona to her feet after the desperation hold, Marxx goes to shove Riona through the chair, but it's blocked! Riona to a standing base and a reverse STO that sends Marxx facefirst into the chair! She bounces to her feet and runs the ropes before diving through and getting Mark McNasty and Matt Stone with one Suicide Dive!

Jon McDaniel: Crazy move by Riona there!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, Riona does something crazy! Never seen that before! Seriously, Riona Langly does 6 crazy things before breakfast.

Riona rolls to her feet and doesn't even bother to look down at her opponents as she runs back to the ring... and then pauses, before lifting up the ring apron and pulling out a table! Not just any table though, this is a GLASS TABLE! She sets up the table on the outside of the ring, leaving it there as she then slides into the ring and advances on Marxx. Pulling Marxx to a seated position, Riona slips in a modified half-nelson and then begins to rain elbows down on the side of Marxx's head! Elbow after elbow rains down on Marxx as he desperately reaches out and grabs ahold of the kendo stick and flicks his wrist back, smacking Riona in the face and causing her to break the hold. Marxx gets to his feet, feeling woozy a little as Riona charges in for a lariat... BOSSMAN SLAM BY MARXX! Marxx and Riona are both down from the desperation spinning slam... Marxx is the first one up, Riona following him carefully. Riona is still the first to engage, planting a backfist slap to Marxx that seems to wake him up as he grabs Riona's arm when she goes for a second strike. Marxx gets to his feet first, Riona slowly staggering over to the corner, on her knees... She gets herself the needed vertical base, but it does her no good at all as Marxx rushes in with a head full of steam and SPEARS RIONA THROUGH THE LADDER IN THE CORNER! Marxx pushes himself out of the debris, as Mark McNasty comes in and grabs a ladder, looking to shove it right into the Midnight Role Model's gut. Marxx is able to redirect the force of the blow away from his body, causing the ladder to be set-up leaning against the top rope itself. Marxx makes it out of the corner and goes to attack McNasty, but Mark surprises him with the LIGHTS OUT! Marxx staggers backwards, leaning on the ladder as McNasty smacks him with another Lights Out, tipping Marxx and the ladder over the top rope and to the floor! The ladder lands right on Marxx and McNasty, seeing the excess of ladders in the ring, decides to clear out a little as he grabs another ladder and tosses it over the top rope and onto Marxx on the floor below.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx is getting piled upon!

Jon McDaniel: Bad joke there Brian.

Mark looks down at Marxx, slowly trying to get his footing about and quickly turns to matters at hand. He looks up at the belt and then nods, grabbing a good ladder and setting up up in the middle before beginning his climb. Mark reaches the top and reaches up for the belt, but his efforts are in vain as Matt Stone climbs up the other side of the ladder and deals out a stiff right hand. McNasty releases the belt and strikes back with a right hand of his own, sending Stone almost off the top, but Matt counters with another jab. Neither of these shots are enough to knock either man off the ladder, but Stone changes that in a hurry as he lifts his leg up and goes McNasty on the side of the head. Mark decides to beat a very brave retreat, jumping down from his position, causing Roy to miss. Mark looks up at Matt Stone and smirks, pushing ladder over and sending Stone over the top and all the way down to the floor! Mark considers ascending the ladder once more, but then he notices Marxx moving about on the outside, getting his bearings about him. McNasty rolls out of the ring and meets Marxx head on, as in, hitting him with a kendo stick to the face. Marxx falls from the blow and McNasty decides to make things interesting as he picks up one of the ladders out there. He sets the ladder up between the barricade and the ring apron, and then from there, he looks under the ring and pulls out a table, setting up up on TOP of the ladder! He smirks at his painful creation and then goes looking for Marxx, who isn't hard to find at all as the Midnight Role Model pops out from the side of the ringpost blasts McNasty in the face with a Yakuza Kick! Marxx lifts Mark back up to his by his chin, and then lifts him onto his shoulders, looking for LEAVING MAR-McNasty slips behind Marxx and ramps him into the ringpost face first! Marxx slumps against the post as McNasty climbs up on the apron, pulling his opponent up with him. He drags Marxx over to the table and ladder and looks to slide him onto it but out of nowhere, Marxx ducks down, lifts Mark on his shoulders and HITS LEAVING MARXX ON THE RING APRON!

Jon McDaniel: GOOD GOD! Mark McNasty could be dead!

Brian Rentfro: I LOVE IT! VIOLENCE! BLOOD! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!

Jon McDaniel: You're getting plenty of it here.

Marxx poses, holding his back a little from the finisher and then looks around. McNasty is lying as a wreck on the apron, Riona's in the debris from a destroyed ladder, and he stands alone in the ring. However, unbeknownst to Marxx, Matt Stone has stealthily grabbed one of the ladders in the ring and placed it between the ring apron and the barricade, much like McNasty has done on the other side of the ring. Stone uses the ladder to prop himself up, giving himself a break as Marxx slides a good ladder in the ring and props it up in the middle of the ring. Marxx begins to make his climb the ladder, and Stone rushes back in, grabbing ahold of Marxx's trunks and pulling him off the ladder. Stone unloads on Marxx with some right hands and then picks Marxx up and quickly bodyslams him to the mat, following it up with a jumping knee to the face. Stone pulls the ladder over to the coner, looking to use it as a weapon before grabbing Marxx by his hair and pulling him to his feet. Marxx breaks up his hold with an elbow to the gut, and then goes to throw Stone into the ladder... Stone ducks under the ladder's metal bar and pushes it into the ropes causing it to richochet off the ropes and smack Marxx in the face! Marxx stumbles backwards from the blow, looking disoriented as suddenly Mark McNasty knocks his head into the Pacific ocean with a huge superkick! Marxx doesn't go down from the blow, staggering around the ring... WHAM! REALITY CHECK FROM RIONA! Marxx STILL keeps his vertical base, standing there woozy, putting up his hands to protect his head. This does him absolutely no good whatsoever as Matt Stone rushes forward and PUNTS Marxx right in the balls! Marxx finally drops to his knees, and then falling face-first into the mat as Matt Stone poses, which is completely the wrong thing to do as Riona and McNasty nod to each other, each getting the same idea as they both launch forward, sandwiching Stone's head between Light's Out and a Roaring Elbow! Stone and Riona give each other a little bit of a look, and then down at Stone, and then at the ladder in the corner. Grabbing each of Stone's arms, they pull him to his feet and then push him into the opposite corner. They grab Stone under his arms and rush forward, flinging Stone into the wreckage of the ladder with a BIG BIEL!

Brian Rentfro: OWWW!

Jon McDaniel: Stone's very lucky that he wasn't punctured by that broken ladder.

Brian Rentfro: I'm sure he's feeling veeeeeery lucky right now.

McNasty breaks up the temporarily alliance as he forearms Riona in the face and then clips out her knee. He bounces off the ropes to get some momentum, and goes for a DDT, but Riona gets the surprise flapjack, bouncing Mark's neck off the top rope. Mark staggers backwards right into Riona's boot as she rushes the ropes, sending him through the ropes and to the apron. Mark gets to his feet on the apron, but is rocked right in the jaw as Riona shatters him with a ROARING ELBOW! McNasty falls to the floor as Riona drops to a knee, catching some breath in the carnage as McNasty slowly gets to his feet. Seeing the former Malicious getting his footing, the Maiden of War runs the ropes and builds momentum, launching herself through the ropes and catching a McNasty with an elbow suicida. Both wrestlers are left on the floor, Riona makes it to her feet first, pulling Mark to his feet and then whipping him into the ring apron back first. Langly climbs up the apron and yanks McNasty up with her, and latching on a reverse waistlock, looking like she's going for a German Supelex. McNasty breaks free from the hold with a desperation series of elbows behind him and then gets some space. McNasty goes to surprise Riona with a running forarm, but Riona counters with a huge POWERSLAM!!! Mark McNasty rolls off the apron and to the floor, holding his back as Riona sits, catching her breath a little and looking over to her left at where Stone has placed the ladder between the apron and barricade. Slipping off the apron, Riona storms over and grabs a steel chair from under the ring and slams it onto McNasty's back. Tossing the chair over to the ladder, Riona lifts McNasty up and whips him facefirst into the guardrail. McNasty clings to the post and Riona punishes him for it with a wicked kick to his back. Riona sets up the chair in front of the ladder and then forces McNasty to sit in it. Setting McNasty's head right next to the ladder and stepping back to give herself some room, Riona waves her arms to the fans, giving them the motion to begin chanting. The Spokane fans oblige her as an 'OLE, OLE OLE OLE... OLE... OLE...' chant begins to filter about the arena. Riona bounces on her heels once to get running... OLE K-MCNASTY SPRINGS OUT OF THE CHAIR AND CATCHES RIONA, DRIVING HER TROUGH THE LADDER WITH A SPINEBUSTER! HOLY SHIT!

Jon McDaniel: RIONA COULD BE DEAD!

Brian Rentfro: She'll be fine. A little pain never hurt anyone.

Jon McDaniel: SHOW SOME RESPECT!

Riona looks practically dead outside of the ring as McNasty very slowly rolls out of the broken ladder. He looks in the ring, where Stone has fallen out of the corner and to the outside, and Marxx is slowly rising, and then at the broken ladders. One in front of him, one in the corner, and a third that may still be intact but it might not be worth testing. He lifts the ring apron up, seemingly looking for something. He can't find it on the side of the ring he's on, so he hops over the debris Riona lies in and moves to the side nearest the entrance ramp. Lifting up the apron, he reaches down and begins to pull out a huge orange INDUSTRIAL SIZED LADDER! Carefully sliding it into the ring, he aims the ladder and rams it right into Marxx's ankle, sending the French Canadian back onto a seated position. McNasty rushes past the ladder, still sticking out past the bottom rope and rushes into the ring, half of his face painted red with his blood. Marxx slowly gets to his feet, looking wobbly, and McNasty rushes him. Marxx ducks the lariat attempt, and on the rebound makes McNasty eat a faceful of steel with a drop toe hold into the industrial ladder! Marxx looks to deliver more pain to the co-champion as he opens the industrial ladder and slips McNasty's head through the steps and then locking in a variation of the MarxxOut! McNasty screams out in agony, while also losing air as the steel steps of the ladder steal away his oxygen supply as it chokes him. Marxx finally breaks the hold, opening the ladder up once more and repositioning McNasty's head before attempting to crush his neck by dropping the other part of the ladder down onto him! Keeping Mark's head between the halves of the ladder, Marxx makes his way over to the nearest corner and gingerly climbs to the second rope. He points at McNasty with his hand in a gun position as he goes for the killing blow, leaping off with the PARTY CRASH-NO! McNasty pulls himself out of the ladder and Marxx's ass hits nothing but steel! Marxx gets to his feet, McNasty boots him in the gut and lifts him up in a scoop slam before flipping and driving Marxx into the ladder with the SAULT SLAM!

Jon McDaniel: And this could be the opprotunity that Mark McNasty is looking for.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe, but I don't think it'll be enough.

McNasty pops back up to a vertical base, looking up at the belt above him for a moment, and that moment is one he wishes he could have back as from out of nowhere, Matt Stone flies in and hits the C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER! Stone drops to a knee himself, trying to recoup some of his energy from this grueling, insane test of will for everyone. Seeing Riona in the wreckage at ringside, Marxx twitching on the orange ladder, and McNasty face-first in the mat, Stone makes his move, pushing Marxx off of the giant orange ladder and hefts it up, settting the ladder upright in the middle of the ring. In the process of lifting the ladder into position, Stone almost manages to knock the belt over with it, as the tip-top is just a mere foot from the black top of the ladder. Setting his feet, Stone moves over to the other side of the ladder to get a good angle at the belt and begins to slowly climb. The fans unleash a chorus of jeers and insults at the Canadian champion as he makes his way up the giant ladder rung, by rung, by rung... And then a great roar from the crowd overtakes their jeers as Riona Langly rolls herself into the ring, grabbing McNasty's kendo stick. Stone reaches up towards the prize, his fingers almost touching the belt before Riona leaps up and THWACKS Stone in the lower back with the edge of the kendo stick. Climbing up the same side of the ladder, Riona reaches Stone and pummels his back with forearm shots, Stone's reach seeming to slack from the repeated blows. Sensing opprotunity, Riona slowly begins to slip her arms around Stone's, Matt fighting her off as best as he can in this position with an elbow to the head that almost sends Riona flying off the ladder. However, she maintains her balance on the orange giant and manages to get both of her hands behind the back of his neck. Stone shakes his head frantically, squirming and trying to fight Riona off of him, but those efforts are dashed as Riona headbutts Stone in the back of his head. Riona wastes no time as she clasps her hands, wrenching the full-nelson fully for a few seconds before in before pushing herself backwards off the industrial ladder, falling over 12 feet to the mat with a NUCLEAR DETONATOR! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSSSSS!

Jon McDaniel: ...

Brian Rentfro: ...

Jon McDaniel: MOTHER OF GOD!

Brian Rentfro: BEST! MATCH! EVER!

Riona twitches on the mat from the huge fall as Stone lies motionless on the mat. The crowd goes crazy as the IC title continues to hang on top of this car-crash of a match. Marxx, very much staggering from the punishment he's taken so far, looks around him. He grabs the dented steel chair he was faceplanted into earlier and folds it back up as best as he can before WHACKING Riona in the back with it. He plants the chair several times in her back, looking incensed and full of rage. He turns his attentions over to Matt Stone and repeats the process, except this time driving the edge of the chair into his lower back over and over again, having seen the fall Stone just took. Marxx turns around, looking for McNasty, and he finds him as Mark drives him into the corner with right hands, a preventive assault in order to keep from suffering the same fate as Riona and Stone. Marxx is pushed down in the corner, over and over by McNasty's right hands. Mark shoves his boot under Marxx's neck, hoping to drive the air out of him and then, he bounces the ropes, looking for a knee... WHAM! MARXX RISES UP AND CLOCKS MCNASTY WITH A CHAIRSHOT TO THE FACE! Mark is out cold as Marxx stands tall. He tosses the bent chair down on McNasty's face as he points to the huge orange ladder and then staggers over to it. He grabs ahold of the first rung and slowly begins to climb, the fans in the arena making more and more noise as it seems like this might be the conclusion to such an epic affair. He makes his way to the top of the massive orange ladder, and reaches out for the title... And then the ladder shakes! Marxx accidentally slaps the belt away from himself as he looks down and sees Riona Langly trying to tip the industrial strength ladder over! Marxx reaches out for the belt which is swinging too much to get a grip on as Matt Stone rises to his feet and begins to help Riona tip the ladder over. Marxx flails his arms, desperately trying to keep his weight pushing the ladder down, but the force of the two wrestlers is too much as they tip the orange ladder over, and MARXX FALLS OFF THE LADDER, GOING OVER THE TOP AND THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE HEAD FIRST!

Brian Rentfro: AND MARXX IS FINISHED!

Jon McDaniel: HE COULD BE DEAD!

The crowd lets out a huge chant of 'HOLY SHIT' as Marxx lies motionless on the entrance ramp. Stone and Riona pull the ladder back upright, the positioning of it now off center from the still moving IC Title. Matt Stone is the one to break the tenuous alliance between himself and Riona as he senses the oppotunity for glory is his and grabs Riona, moving to toss her out of the ring. But, Riona manages to hang onto the ropes and pull herself onto the apron. The champion doesn't exactly admire Riona's tenacity and lashes out with several right hands right to Riona's lower back. The Maiden of War maintains her composure and the champ retaliates, grabbing the last remaining smaller ladder and looking to ram it into her gut. But, as he turns around, he finds Riona in mid-springboard for the PICTURE OF PERFECTION! Letting his instincts take over Stone lifts the ladder into the air to block Riona's boot, but the move is ill-advised and a little too late as the ladder smacks into Stone's face and makes him fall to the canvas with Riona. Riona holds her knee, looking like she tweaked it in the collision but Stone looks to be much worse as blood is flowing down his face from where the ladder raked his face. Riona gingerly gets to her feet... WHAM! CHAIRSHOT TO THE FACE BY MARK MCNASTY! Riona crumples to the mat as McNasty tosses down the steel chair and then drags Riona limp carcass over to the table and ladder that he had set up earlier in the match. Pulling Riona to her feet on the apron, she looks like she's on dream street as she becomes the last person in the match to bleed. McNasty opens the wound up with a series of forearms to the face, and then scoops her up and places her on the table. Looking up at the orange ladder, out of position but in the right one for what he needs, McNasty makes his way back through the ropes and grabs the ladder, beginning his climb. No Matt Stone to stop him, no Marxx, no Riona, McNasty is able to reach his destination without interference. He points down at Riona and slashes his thumb across his throat and Mark McNasty takes a leap of faith, spinning in the air with MALICIOUS INTEN-RIONA MOVES! MCNASTY CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE AND LADDER!

Brian Rentfro: DAAAAAAAAMN! MCNASTY PAID FOR THAT ONE!

Jon McDaniel: SOMEBODY STOP THIS CARNAGE!

Brian Rentfro: NO! THIS CAN GO ON FOREVER FOR ALL I CARE!

McNasty twitches in the wreckage of the table and the ladder, while Riona very slowly begins to get to her feet outside the ring. She wobbles as she stands, the match taking out of even her stamina, and staggers over to the apron, where she eats a pair of boots from Matt Stone's baseball slide! Riona whacks her head on the barricade as Stone looks up at his title hanging above the ring. Filled with determination, Matt pulls the orange ladder into position and ascends, his face wracked with pain. 1 rung... 2 rungs... 3 rungs... Rung by rung, Stone climbs up the industrial ladder. Stone looks to be unstoppable as he reaches the top of the ladder... AND RIONA SPRINGBOARDS HERSELF ONTO THE LADDER'S OTHER SIDE! Riona Langly is a woman possessed as she climbs the ladder for all it's worth, speeding up and meeting Stone at the top. Riona blocks a right hand from the Straight Shooter, Stone blocks a forearm from Riona, and each holding the other in place, they begin to go to down on each other, furiously exchanging rights as neither competitor wants to quit. Matt gets in a lucky shot that dazes Riona, and he reaches out for the title and grabs on! However, before he can try unclipping the belt from it's harness, Riona reaches up and grabs ahold of the belt as well. Each wrestler tugs on it, not wanting to let the other take it out of their hand as they begin exchanging right hands once more...

Suddenly, Matt reaches out and rakes Riona right in the eyes! Riona takes her hand off the belt for just a moment, and that's all the moment Matt Stone needs as he slams the belt into Riona's face! Riona wobbles from her spot on the ladder... AND FALLS! Stone breathes heavily, the boos showering down on him from the crowd as he grabs onto the belt with both hands and yanks it off of it's harness!

***DING DING DING***

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match... AND STILLLLLL PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! THE STRAIGHT SHOOTER... MATT... STONE!!!!

Brian Rentfro: YEEEEES! STONE SURVIVES!

Jon McDaniel: I may dislike the man, but he definately earned that belt tonight.

Stone holds the belt up with both hands, his body racked from the war that he has survived. Riona Langly lies motionless on the canvas, Marxx on the entrance ramp, and McNasty at ringside. Matt Stone stands tall as the PWA Intercontinenal Champion as he nearly falls off the ladder in his celebration, but manages to hang on and climb down himself.

Jon McDaniel: This capacity crowd isn't pleased one bit, but damn... that was insane!

Brian Rentfro: I'm so happy. This was amazing!

Reaching the bottom of the ladder, Stone finds Riona Langly getting to her feet. She looks up at the undisputed IC Champion, a mixture of emotions on her face... A face which is clobbered as Stone makes sure he's the last one standing as he whacks Riona with the belt!

Jon McDaniel: THAT WASN'T NECESSARY!

Brian Rentfro: Show her who's the champ!

Stone staggers out of the ring between the ropes and makes his way up the entrance ramp triumphant, making sure to kick Marxx on his way up. The EMTs race out from the back in a wave it seems, moving to each of the wrestlers and beginning to clean them up as Stone poses one last time in front of the entrance and then makes his way behind the curtain.

Dammit Andy


Backstage we find Jethro Hayes walking down the hallway towards Phoenix's door, wearing a PWA polo shirt and khaki pants. Jethro has an envelope in his hand as he knocks on the door. No sound comes from inside the office, well no one calling for the person to enter. Jethro bangs on the door until it opens up to show Phoenix being really engrossed in a "Call of Duty: Black Ops" game on the Xbox 360. Phoenix turns quickly at the movement to his periphery and is shocked to see Jethro Hayes standing there.

Phoenix: "What are you doing here? I thought I told Andy to lose that let..."

Jethro tosses the letter down on the end table beside Phoenix. Landing address side up, we see a big red "Return to Sender" marked on the outside several times.

Jethro: "You told him to lose it didn't you?"

Phoenix shakes his head in strict denial.

Phoenix: "Now, why in the PWA Universe would I do that?"

Jethro pulls a second letter, that he holds in his hand. Phoenix's eyes move from Jethro's face to the letter in his hand.

Jethro: "Oh, I don't know, to keep me off your precious pay per view. To keep me from competing here in the PWA. To make it out like I'm not coming back. Several reasons come to mind, but one is the fact that you don't want to pay anyone for their time and energy put forth in that ring."

Jethro indicates the ring in the arena with the back of his head. He leans down towards the letter that he tossed on the table.

Jethro: "But I do know that you did it."

Phoenix looks shocked.

Phoenix: "You can't prove it."

Jethro opens up the envelope then pulls out a hand written letter from Fantastic Andy Strickland; which he shows to Phoenix.

Jethro: "I think I can, read this."

Phoenix reads while Jethro stands there.

Phoenix: "Jeffry, here is the release form that will allow Jethro to come back to wrestle in the Pioneer Wrestling Association full time. The Phoenix has asked me to "lose" this letter, to "mail it to the wrong address", or to do something with it so that Jethro will not be able to compete at Good vs Evil."

At this point Phoenix gulps before continuing.

Phoenix: "So I'm mailing it to you in hopes that you will send it on and figure out something to do with it before Good vs Evil. You are free to mail the entirety of the envelope back to Jethro or the PWA Headquarters in care of Jethro on Thursday October 13, 2011 so that he will not be able to compete at this historic pay per view. Sincerely, Fantastic Andy Strickland"

Phoenix gulps again and slowly looks up at Jethro. Jethro is standing there with his arms crossed and a look of satisfaction on his face; unopened envelope held in his fingers(away from Phoenix).

Phoenix: "You can't prove this came from me, Andy was... Andy was... Andy was acting all on his own..."

At this point Fantastic Andy walks into the room, not noticing Jethro soon enough. Andy is carrying a vintage bottle of Yoo Hoo to Phoenix.

Fantastic Andy: "Here you go Phoenix, celebratory drink since your orders to keep Jethro off Good vs Evil work...."

He notices Jethro standing there and the bottle of Yoo Hoo slips out of his fingers as he gulps audibly. Phoenix looks up at him in disgust.

Phoenix: "Thanks Andy, thanks a million times over."

Jethro laughs before handing the envelope to Phoenix.

Jethro: "I'd suggest that you read that Phoenix before very much longer, because... well... there is the word you just said that concerns it."

Phoenix(distaste on his face at Jethro telling him what to do): "What... thanks!?"

Jethro turns back at the door.

Jethro: "No, million... dollars... in fact."

Phoenix rips open the letter, thinking that Jethro is willing to pay him money to wrestle here in the PWA. A letter falls out which Fantastic Andy reads.

Andy: "You have been ordered to either allow Jethro Hayes to re-enter the PWA wrestling ring or risk the lawsuit of breaking his contract. The lawsuit, should that be the path you choose, will be in the neighborhood of one million dollars in monetary compensation."

Andy looks at Phoenix, extremely white and shocked as he passes the letter over to Phoenix. Phoenix reads the letter before tossing it on the table.

Phoenix: "We've got to come up with something. Well... you've got to come up with something since your untimely entrance may cost the PWA one million dollars."

Andy sputters.

Phoenix: "I had him believing that I had nothing to do with it and Andy, if you don't come up with something... you are going to be his first opponent back inside the ring."

Phoenix gets up, reaching for his PWA's referee shirt.

Phoenix: "Meanwhile, I've got a match to referee."

Phoenix walks out of the door with his shirt held in his hand.

Panzadise© vs Marvin Wood

PWA World Title Match


on Jon McDaniel: “So Robinson is already in the ring awaiting his tag team partner for the time being as we get set for the min event of the evening.”

Brian Rentfro: “Well Rob doesn’t want to take any attention away from this big match, you know how humble he is”

The first few chords of Edward Elgar's fourth Pomp & Circumstance March are played from the PA system into the arena. After a few seconds, "The Purist" Marvin Wood appears from behind the curtain with a dour expression on his face. He walks to the middle of the stage area and stands there for a few seconds, to survey the audience. He then begins walking down the entrance-way. Many of the members of the audience boo, some catcall and a few cheer. He looks at no-one as he approaches the ring, but stretches his fingers a bit. He stretches three fingers on each hand, first, and then four fingers on each hand.

Marvin walks towards the ring steps, and walks up them and towards the middle of the apron, sliding his hand over the top rope as he does so. He pauses there for a few seconds, before entering the ring, right leg first and then left leg. He enters the ring with plenty of pomp and circumstance, as if he were a foot taller than he is. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and waits.

The lights go out as we hear 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”).

Eric Emerson: “Coming to the ring at this time..."

“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.

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”

Brian Rentfro: “Robinson has checked both men and we’re ready for this big match”

Jon Jon McDaniel: “One thing to take notice of is that there are no members of the NAP at ringside, this looks like it’s going to be a straight one on one”

Ding Ding

Wood and Panzadise stare each other down, getting right up into each other’s faces, or as close as they could get with the height advantage held by Panzadise. The stare down doesn’t last long before Panzadise goes for a hard elbow to the jaw of Marvin, however Wood is quick to back up out of the blow and give Panzadise a stiff kick to the midsection. Panzadise backs up and Wood advances, driving the top of his skull into the chest of Panzadise, catching him completely off guard. Marvin backs Panzadise up against the ropes and sends him across the ring. Panzadise rebounds and returns only to be knocked flat on his back with a dropkick by Marvin Wood. Marvin quickly scampered over and went for a cover. Rob got down and checked the shoulders before making the count

One!

Panzadise kicked out

Jon Jon McDaniel: “Well that was a fair count”

Brian Rentfro: “You say that like you’re surprised. I expect to see the best refereeing of the night.”

Marvin was surprised by the quick kick out, he was just playing mind games with Panzadise. Wood was to his feet quickly and watched as Panzadise attempted to get up, but Wood was on him and gave him a stiff kick to the right leg. Wood followed that up with another stiff kick to the right leg and we could hear Panzadise swear out in frustration. Wood ran at the ropes and came back as Panzadise attempted to get up and gave Panzadise a low drop kick aimed right at his leg, causing him to fall back down on the mat. Marvin pounced on the prone Champion and grabbed his right leg, quickly spinning around it and falling down on the mat, locking Panzadise in a figure-four leg lock. Marvin leans back as Panzadise screams out in pain

Jon Jon McDaniel: “Panzadise now locked in the figure four! Marvin Wood had a game plan going in and it looks to be working”

Brian Rentfro: “Panzadise hasn’t been able to get out of the blocks yet!”

Rob got down to talk to Panzadise to see if he was going to give up to Marvin’s submission hold, and we could clearly make out a few expletives shouted by the World Champion. Panzadise used his upper body strength and long frame to fight close to the bottom rope and grab a hold of it. Phoenix immediately started the count and Wood broke the hold at the three count. Rob made sure that Marvin understood that he would have been disqualified at the five count.

Brian Rentfro: “What great officiating!”

Jon Jon McDaniel: “I will admit that so far Rob has done a good job as the referee, but the match isn’t over.”

Wood looked over as Panzadise begins to get to his feet. Wood hit the ropes for added momentum and charged for a chop block, however Panzadise turned around and caught Wood right under the chin with a stiff boot. Stunned, Wood falls face first on the mat and is quickly met by an elbow drop to the back of his neck. Panzadise turns Wood over and goes for a quick cover. Robinson again made sure that Wood’s shoulders were down and started to count

One

Two

Kick out.

Jon Jon McDaniel: “Looks like Panzadise is mounting his offense now”

Brian Rentfro: “Look for the pace to slow down here and for the power moves to shine through”

Panzadise mounts Wood and starts to reign fists down at his face, Robinson starts counting and gets to four before trying to pull Panzadise off. The Champ get’s off Wood and gets in Phoenix’s face, shouting that he’s the champion. Wood takes the time to recover, using the ropes to allow himself up. Panzadise turns around and runs at Wood, looking to catch him in the head with his boot but Wood is clever enough to duck down, Panzadise hanging himself on the top rope, so to speak. Wood got up as Panzadise tried to recover, but he couldn’t get off the ropes before Wood is able to kick his right leg causing the champion to fall down inside the ring. Robinson tells Wood to watch the action on the ropes, but Wood just brushes him off and grabs Panzadise right leg, dragging him towards the center of the ring and driving his elbow inside the right knee. Wood turns this into a leg lock and Rob get’s down to see if Panzadise would give up.

Jon Jon McDaniel: “Marvin Wood looks to have a winning strategy in play”

Brian Rentfro: “Victory wrestling supposedly has smart competitors, that’s why Phoenix competes there.”

Wood kept applying the pressure, however he was blind to Panzadise counter as he raised his left leg and kicked Wood square in the side of the head. Wood is dazed and is blindsided by the second big kick, causing Wood to release the hold. Panzadise gets to his feet and looks down at Wood who is trying to get up. Panzadise picks Wood up and slams him down to the mat with a hard sidewalk slam! Wood starts to cough as Panzadise goes for the cover. Phoenix checks him and starts to count.

One

Two

Kick out!

Wood is able to get the shoulder up and Panzadise runs his hand through his hair, looking down at his challenger. Panzadise gets to his feet, calling for Wood to do the same. Wood is still dizzy, but tries to regain a vertical base and is successful, turning to face the champion and he’s leveled with a The Panzonic Kick! The crowd collectively gasps as Wood’s face is met with Panzadise’s foot and he falls back on the mat, arms spread out. Panzadise gets down for the cover

Jon Jon McDaniel: “That could do it, what a kick!”

Brian Rentfro: “Looks like the World title isn’t going anywhere”

One

Two

Thr-
Kick out!

Panzadise swears out again as Wood is able to get his shoulder up once more, a closer two count could not have happened. Panzadise slowly gets to his feet, hobbling a bit with his leg. He looks to set up Wood for the Panzadise Bomb. He grabs the former Victory World champion by the hair and brings him up, setting up for his signature power bomb. Wood snaps to life and clips Panzadise’s right knee, forcing him to release Wood who runs against the ropes and rebounds off the ropes, coming back at the recovering Panzadise and hitting him with the Imperfect Tense! Wood hooks Panzadise tightly and Rob, who was a little shocked at the sudden offense gets down to check the shoulders and count the pin.

Jon Jon McDaniel: “What a move! New champion!”

Brian Rentfro: ‘Don’t count out the champ yet”

Jon Jon McDaniel: “Rob’s about to do that!”

One

Twoi

Three-
No! Kickout!!

The crowd shouted three as well, but they were wrong as Panzadise was able to force his way out of the pinning situation. Wood looked around at Rob, feeling the count could have been quicker, but before he could say a word, the crowd started to cheer and Not-Stryker ran down to the ring with a bag in his hand. He quickly gets on the apron and Rob is quick to go to him to ensure he doesn’t interfere. The bag is left on the apron and Not-Stryker kicks in forward into the ring. Wood notices this and goes for the bag as Panzadise slowly gets to his feet.

Wood opens the bag and pulls out a Nintendo system, the crowd cheering. Panzadise staggers over to Wood and Wood cracks him in the head with the old school gaming system, tossing it out of the ring afterwards. Wood then runs over and elbows Not-Stryker off the apron and implores Rob to turn around as he goes to cover Panzadise. Rob get’s down to make the count

One

Two

Rob double checks to make sure that both of Panzadise's shoulders are on the mat...

Three!!

Ding Ding

Wood gets up and raises his hands in the air, accompanied by his still tag team partner, Rob Robinson. Robinson gets the title from the time keeper and presents it to Wood who gets on the middle rope and holds it high

Jon Jon McDaniel: “We have a new World Champion and we have proof that Phoenix and Not-Stryker are two different people”

Brian Rentfro: “What will the PWA be like now with our World Champion working for Victory Wrestling?”

Peaceful Compassion: Just kidding, its Really More Aggression


We fade into President Robinson's office once again, as Fantastic Andy leans against the door mortified with what's gone on tonight.

Fantastic Andy: What're we gonna do?!

Just then the door gets kicked in, Fantastic Andy goes flying and hits the ground pretty hard. Robinson dusts off his referee's shirt and shakes his head.

Rob Robinson: You're a real piece of work Simon.

Kalis hops onto the chair across from Robinson at his desk and spins around, tilting his head around and smiling.

Simon Kalis: Admit it, you want me back!

Rob Robinson: I'd say that's a no.

Kalis stops spinning and plants his hands down on Robinson's desk.

Simon Kalis: Fuck you, President Robinson. Dare I say the PWA too, and this watered down product you call a wrestling company.

Rob Robinson: No Simon. The PWA's never been better. We don't need you and another one of your stupid wars.

Kalis taps his fingers on the desk, "tsk tsk tsk".

Simon Kalis: Ah but my dear friend, this isn't a war.

He leans in.

Simon Kalis: Calling it a war suggests both sides have an equal chance at winning.

Robinson leans in, a smirk over his face.

Rob Robinson: I'm glad we're on the same page, then.

Kalis reaches into his breast pocket, and Fantastic Andy finally looks up and shrieks.

Fantastic Andy: GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!

Kalis scoffs as he pulls out a rolled up stack of papers, all held together with a staple of course. Robinson looks over at Andy and sighs. Andy sighs too, but in relief.

Simon Kalis: You'll find my proposal to be fair.

He slides over the papers to Robinson. The PWA President begins quickly sifting through the papers, then looks up at Kalis with a perplexed look on his face.

Rob Robinson: Rampage versus Aggression?

Simon Kalis: I believe it says Aggression versus Rampage.

Rob Robinson: Uh no.

Kalis rolls his eyes, then spins around in his chair again.

Simon Kalis: So what'd you say? Friendly competition?

Rob Robinson: I don't see how it can be friendly, or competition. Your REBELs are clearly going to lose.

Simon Kalis: Well mull it over there my AoWFinest pal. Especially the last page. That one's a kicker!

Kalis jumps up and winces a bit, probably because he's still recovering from getting stabbed a billion times. Robinson flips to the last page and his eyes widen.

Rob Robinson: You're a funny guy, Kalis.

Simon Kalis: I'm swell! See you soon pal! Oh, and one more thing?

Robinson looks up.

Simon Kalis: REBEL Pro! FUCK YEAH!

Kalis leaps forward over the desk and tackles Robinson to the ground out of his chair. Robinson quickly begins bashing Simon in the face with a Yoohoo bottle, if only they were made out of glass! Kalis lays in a few punches into Robinson's gut before Fantastic Andy jumps onto Simon's back and pulls him off of Robinson. Andy hangs off of Kalis, choking him as Robinson picks up his chair and throws it at Kalis. But Kalis gets free, ducks and it only ends up hitting Fantastic Andy in the face and upper body. Kalis gets up and backs away, wiping the spilled Yoohoo out of his face and just smiling as he waves to Robinson, who's now standing and shaking his head.

Rob Robinson: Get the hell out of my arena.

Simon Kalis: See ya, pal!

And we fade.