World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


The Return

Backstage at the Compaq Center, Lean Bean Miller is holding a microphone in what seems to be an inevitable generic beginning-of-the-show interview.

LBM: I hope he actually shows up tonight.

Camera Man: Why would Rob lie to us?

LBM: Because he's Rob!

Camera Man: I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

LBM scoffs, but right after that a car parks in the secret underground staff and talent only parking lot.

Camera Man: Right on time, I see.

LBM shakes his head as Matthew "The Virus" Engel comes out of the car wearing a black suit and very dark brown sunglasses. He walks toward the hallway where LBM and the camera are stationed at.

LBM: Mr. Engel! Right on time, just like Rob and I said you would be.

It's the camera man's turn to scoff, but LBM quietly shushes him.

The Virus: What is it, LBM?

LBM: Well Mr. Robinson wanted me to greet you tonight and get it on the record as to why exactly you abruptly left the ring last time you were in action and have been gone since?

The Virus lets out a smirk.

The Virus: I'm sure he would like that, as I'm sure a lot of people would like that.

He picks up the pace once more and tries to walk past them.

LBM: Wait, Matt! Anything at all?

Engel stops for a moment and looks back.

The Virus: Soon enough I'm going to step into the middle of that ring (Virus points in the general direction of the arena) and talk about issues I want to address. What I won't be subjected to is your E! television bullshit as you tried to invade my private life and question my decisions concerning it.

LBM backs up a step and nods his head. The Virus disappears into the arena as we cut back to ringside.

Brian Rentfro: Well that was extremely rude, Jon. The people here demand an explanation!

Jon McDaniel: I kind of agree with him, Brian. It's not like he's made a habit of doing such things like that, so I imagine something very important came up he had to deal with.

Brian Rentfro: Bullcrap! It's a conspiracy!

Jon McDaniel: Oh just shut up.

Stupid Somebody

We cut to an image of the N.A.P’s locker room, the door has been broken down, the contents of the room tossed around wildly, clothes and water bottles, chairs, and even a television is dropped onto the floor. A referee steps into the room only half paying attention as he does.

Ref: “You’re match is coming up and the big man wants to know if yo- what.”

With that he looks inside and notices all the damage.

Ref: “Oh… fuck. Rob’s gonna wanna know about this..”

With that comment the ref speeds off in the direction of the phoenix’s office.

Dallas Hoover vs Dangerous Dan

Singles Match

Dallas Hoover and Dangerous Dan stand across from each other. Dallas extends his hand for a handshake. Dan looks at it suspiciously, but after a moment carefully accepts it. They shake once and Dallas lets go, then he steps back, grins, and makes “come on” motions. Dangerous Dan looks out at the crowd who cheers, before running back to the ropes and charging Dallas Hoover. Dallas shoulder blocks him to the mat. He scrambles to his feet and glares at Dallas. Dallas shrugs and grins.

Dan charges forward and starts punching Dallas in the face, backing him into the corner. Once Dallas hits the turnbuckle, he pushes Dangerous Dan off his feet and half way across the ring. Dan jumps back to his feet and goes for a turnbuckle smash, but Dallas catches him and then puts him on his feet.

Dan responds by kicking him in the knee a few times before hitting a low drop kick to it. Dallas drops to one knee and Dan continues kicking him until Dallas rolls out of the ring. Dan makes “come on” motions to Dallas, who grins and climbs onto the apron. Dan gives him just enough time to climb into the ropes before he attacks again. Dallas pushes him away, Dan goes back to the ropes, comes back, Dallas ducks, Dan rolls across his back and keeps running, comes back, ducks a clothesline from Dallas, comes back again with a Cross Body Block.

Dallas catches him, throws up him over his head to his shoulders, and hits a Samoan Drop. He hooks the leg. 1…2. Kick out at 2. Dallas picks him up, only to throw him down with a Body Slam. He runs the ropes and comes back with a massive Leg Drop, but Dangerous Dan moves out of the way. Catching a second wind, Dangerous Dan runs the ropes and comes back with a Dropkick to the still sitting Dallas Hoover.

He lays still for a moment before sitting up and hitting an Asai Moonsault. He jumps back to his feet, springboards off the second rope again, this time with a Spinning Leg Drop. He grabs Dallas’s meaty leg and goes for the pin. 1..2.. kick out just before 3. Both men climb to their feet. Dallas grabs Dangerous Dan in a side headlock.

Dan escapes and kicks Dallas in the knee again. Dallas grabs Dan by the throat with both hands and lifts him as high as he can before slamming him down with a Belly Bomb. He covers for the pin. 1…2…3.

Winner: Dallas Hoover

Stupid Keenan

We cut to a scene of Cody Bogard walking quiet confidently down the corridor, the Grizzly beer title on his shoulder. Bogard makes a short turn and leans into a door marked with his name. Bogards important like that. Pulling out a key from his pocket the Grizzly beer champ smirks as he goes to unlock it. With a click he realizes the door is already unlocked. He lifts his brow as he pushes open the door and WHAM!

Virgil Keenan stands on the other side with a steel chair in his hands. Bogard looks loopy as he taps at his forehead for blood.

Virgil :”Where the FUCK is my belt Bogard.”

Virgil thrusts the Chair down onto the throat making breathing a serious task.


We can see in the background of the open door that the room in ram shacked, everything is on the floor and other things are tossed around randomly.

Virgil: ” Where did you hide it? Just tell me and I won’t beat the shit out of you… y’know again.”

With that we hear someone yell in the distance “Security!”

With that Virgil drops the Chair and spits at the champion.

Virgil: “You have until rampage to give it back. If not…. Well let’s not find out.”

With that Keenan runs off to safety leaving the Grizzly Beer champion to cough and spit onto the floor. He was left fairly healthy but riled up, something must be done about this.

Marco Dante vs Lucious Starr

Singles Match

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)
(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.

he sound of a twisted sounding musiccan be heard over the arena PA system as the lights go out in the arena and as "Blood Red Sandman" by Lordi starts to play

They called me the Leather Apron
They called me Smiling Jack
They prayed to the heavens above
That I would never ever come back

Eric Emerson: "Now Coming to the Ring! standing at a height of 6 feet 2 inches, weighing in at 245 lbs, Hailing from Trenton, New Jersey! He is "The Blood Red Sandman!" Marcoooo Danttttteeeee!!"

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Marco Dante steps from behind the curtain into a shower of white pyrotechnics, and as the lights start to flicker in tune with the beat of the song, wearing a pair of Black Pants with a pair of black Converse Tactical Boots, and a black muscle shirt tucked into his pants, black tape on his hands and wrists. The big screen behind him playing highlights from his matches, in black and white, as he starts to walk towards the ring.

Once again there is pain,
I bring flames I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

As he walks, his eyes focused on the ring however, on his opponent if he's the second person out, just before reach the end of the barricade, he runs and baseball slides in under the ropes, jumping to his feet and then moving over to the turnbuckles, climbing each and thrusting both fists into the air, and then let's out a bit of a roar to get the crowd pumped.

Red drops stain satin so white
The way I sign my name
The neighborhood's pretty dead at night
And I'm the one to blame

Marco Dante then jumps down from the turnbuckle, going to the next, repeating the steps before and so one for each turnbuckle then a one handed chest pound just before hopping down from the last turnbuckle, he walks to the center of the ring and waves for the crowd to get louder and louder.

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Once again there is pain,
I bring flames I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Scream all you want you won't wake up when you scream!!
No-one leaves... The Monsterican Dream..

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Once again there is pain,
I bring flames I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Once again there is pain,
I bring flames I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

He then turns to the center of the ring to await the bell.

Ding Ding Ding!

A collar and elbow leads to Starr into the corner by Dante. A few knees to the abdomen and a few elbows to the face softens up Starr. Marco backs up and loads up a yakuza kick that Starr moves out of the way of. Dante turns around is met with a charging Starr who flattens him with a clothesline. Starr picks him back up and turns Dante’s chest pink with a couple hard chops to the chest. He sends Dante into the ropes. Bouncing back Dante ducks under a clothesline and comes back and lands Thesz Press. He follows that up with a flurry of punches. Dante picks him up and snap suplexes back down. He follows up with an elbow drop. He goes for a second one by Starr anticipates it and rolls out of the way. Starr ducks under a forearm shiver and lands a barrage of punches. Finally knocking down Dante with a spinning right. Dante is back up but, Starrgorilla presses him dropping him on the top rope gut first. Starr uses the momentum of the opposite ropes and a vicious boot knocks Dante to the outside. Dante is hunched over and Starr springboards off the ropes and a leg drop on Dante. The ref starts the count.



Starr gets back to his feet. He picks up Dante by the hair.


He rolls him back up to the apron. Starr crawls underneath the ropes. Starr picks up Dante to his knees. Marco responds with a few shoulder strikes through the ropes into Starr’s midsection. He follows it up with a running forarm shiver to knock Starr down. He finally gets in through the ropes. Starr rolls away from Dante. They lock up again. Starr with a couple hard knees to the chest that hunch over Dante. He german suplexes his neck into the ground. A nifty bridge for a pinning attempt.



Kick out.

Marco escapes before the three count. Starr sends him into the ropes tilt-a-whirl back breaker. He irish whips him into the corner. Starr charges from the other end springboards off the second rope and knees him in the jaw. Dante face dives straight down. Starr picks Dante back up. He leans him against the ropes. A couple rights. Dante battles back with a couple of his own. Starr off the ropes and a spinebuster from Dante. He picks up Starr just to belly to belly him back to the ground. The pin.



Kickout by Starr. Dante picks Starr up and lands his daunting Lunatic Fringe (Brainbuster into a DDT). Dante is signaling the end of the match. He is stalking Lucious Starr. He picks him up in a firemans carry but, Starr reverses it with school boy.



Kick out by Dante. Starr with renewed energy ducks a clothesline attempt and a lands a drop kick on Dante. Starr ducks a spinning back elbow and drops Dante with a reverse DDT. Starr puts on the I Claim Your Soul (Standing King Crab) submission. Dante creeps closer to the ropes. Starr adjusts and intensifies the move putting more pressure on the lower back of Dante. Dante reverses and monkey flips Starr.

Starr lands on his feet. He leap frogs the spear attempt by Dante. Starr hits Hades’ Flame (RKO Style Neckbreaker). He hooks the leg for good measure.




Ding Ding Ding.

Winner: Lucy Starr

The Issues

"Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system as the crowd rises to their feet in an uproar, still slightly divided in cheers and boos but the cheers seem to be a majority these days. Awkward, isn't it?

Jon McDaniel: And here comes the longest reigning PWA World Champion in history, hopefully to enlighten us concerning his actions the last time he was on Rampage.

Brian Rentfro: I thought he wasn't gonna talk about that, Jon? Huh!?

Jon McDaniel: He said important issues. To him that might be one of them, who knows.

Matt Engel heads down to the ring and climbs in, holding a microphone in his hand. He takes off his suit jacket and lays it over the top rope. He loosens his silk tie up a bit and begins to speak as "Sympathy" dies down.

The Virus: A lot can happen in a month, you know?

He paces a bit around the ring, eliciting some positive reactions from the front row.

The Virus: Marvin Wood waits until someone in this place takes my World Title from me. He waits for said person to crumble under the pressure of being World Champion like he has been known to do. After all that, he finally decides to challenge for the most historical federation World Title in this industry.

Some serious booing for the current World Heavyweight Champion.

The Virus: The man he defeated, Panzadise, can only scoop up a win when he's facing Lucious Starr and actually has the motherfucking audacity to say he ended my career. Who the fuck do you think you are, cunt? If you had any - any - confidence in yourself or your group of misguided dumb motherfuckers you'd come down here right now and try to put some truth behind that ridiculous bullshit you spew out evey week.

He waits a moment, looking at the rampway and around the arena. He shrugs his shoulders.

The Virus: Well that figures. Situation probably isn't right; I'd have to be severely fatigued, nearly have beaten my brother to death, and my back would have to be turned for him to do such a thing.

He lets out a chuckle.

The Virus: Matt Stone? That guy is a fucking living legend now! He can actually add my name to the ever growing list of current and former World Champions he has technical wins over. Nevermind the fact that he never made me submit or pinned me. Nevermind the fact that I nearly choked him to death. I recommend that when Stone does his thing and lists every single World Champion or prominent superstar that he's actually managed beat in his entire career, he keeps my name out of his dirty Canadian mouth before I break every single bone in his face.

The crowd erupts in cheers because they all hate Matt Stone. This is San Jose, goddamnit. Not Winnipeg or wherever the fuck he's from.

The Virus: And then of course saving the worst for last, Emily Corlen menstrates all over the goddamn place and tries to start up some half-assed war against the entire AoWF. The people on her side are all cunts who should be giving Suukya blowjobs in the back to keep him happy and boost his win record. What the hell is she thinking? She keeps acting like a whiny bitch who demands attention and respect without ever really earning it. Yeah, bitch, I went there. It's nice to see you can rule over a very pathetic roster in TGW, but in any other corner of the AOWF you get eaten alive. Why is that? It's the one legitimate question you can't seem to answer, but you seem to have an answer for everything else.

The Virus shakes his head.

The Virus: I disagree with the move you did last week. It was mindless, unnecessary, and... I mean Jesus, it's Danny Monroe. The worst thing that guy has ever done is stand up for a coked-out Marcus Ambrose. And he doesn't wear shirts that fit him, but that's no reason for him to get gang-banged by you and your bitches. You want to target someone with some actual skeletons in his closet, someone who's directly affected your career and has been very vocal about keeping your sorry ass at the bottom of the barrel? I'm back, you cunt. I'm not going anywhere. My business? Handled.

I could go on and on about why no one who matters lends out any kind of respect for you whatsoever, but right now I'll just say one thing.

You're a whore.

I don't whine about not getting what I don't deserve. I didn't whore myself out to an amateur promotion that promised me their top spot. I didn't sell my soul to the Devil, contrary to popular belief. I've been earning ever since I stepped foot in an AoWF ring back in September 2002. I revitalized my career in 2008 and so far in 2011 one could argue I haven't had a better year.

Point is, I'm not a whore.

There seems to be an enormous learning curve for you, Emily. I'd see someone about that.

But back to me: I'm not a whore! Interesting concept, isn't it? And I don't claim to have ended the careers of individuals who took a month off to handle personal business weeks and weeks after I battled them in the ring. I also don't throw out names of people I've never beaten to try to impress has-beens.

I'm Matthew fucking Engel.

I don't forgive.

I don't forget.

You're welcome.

"Sympathy for the Devil" picks back up as Engel throws the microphone away, grabbing his jacket and climbing out of the ring. The crowd responds positively (for the most part) as Engel walks up the rampway.

Jon McDaniel: Brian - it seems Engel is back and has zeroed in on a few key people here in Pioneer Wrestling.

Brian Rentfro: Well to be honest, I didn't mind it. Engel always creates memorable matches and there are at least two people he mentioned I want to see him get destroyed by.

Jon McDaniel: Destroyed?

Brian Rentfro: it's obvious, Jon. Marvin Wood and Matt Stone. If the winner ends up facing Engel down the line? Engel will get destroyed I assure!

Jon McDaniel: Somehow I doubt that. No matter who you are, you're in for the fight of your career when you face Matthew Engel.

TMB & Vic Wagner vs Emily & Jen Corlen

Tag Team Match

The bell rang as Emily and Vic started for their respective teams. Both individuals fought across the ring, each struggling to keep momentum for more than a few moves at a time. Clearly, neither was willing to give the other even an inch and a mutual dislike showed through as their moves got rougher and harder hitting. As the match moved forward, the fans seemed split over who to cheer and boo - clearly, the Sisters of Destruction were not favored after their actions and declaration from last week's Rampage, but Vic Wagner (and to a lesser extent, TMB) are hardly crowd favorites either, leading to a rather confused crowd. Eventually, Vic was able to gain control and hold onto it, keeping Emily from making the tag to her sister.

Vic and TMB began trading tags, working on keeping Emily cornered and ending the match in their favor. At one point, Emily countered an attempted Branches of Sins (Diamond Cutter) from TMB into her own Spiral Twister (Black Hole Slam) and struggled to reach Jen for the hot tag; however, Vic saw it coming and dropped off the apron, running around the ring and dropping Jen off the apron right before Emily could make the tag.

About a minute later, things finally turned around for the S.O.D.; again, TMB tried for his Branches of Sins, and again, Emily was able to counter it, this time into a backdrop. Vic attempted to grab Jen again, but this time, she was ready, kicking Wagner away before finally getting tagged into the match. As the referee did his best to regain control, both Corlen sisters took advantage of the situation, hitting TMB with as much as they could muster. Vic tried to slide into the ring and tackle Emily, but she hit him with the Skullcracker (Chick Kick), sending him rolling to the outside. Jen sized the rising TMB up, then bounced off the ropes before hitting her aptly-named signature move Fade to Black (Spinning Tornado DDT). Emily then rolled back into the ring and deadlifted TMB before hoisting him into the air... Jen bounced off the ropes again and leapt with a cutter to finish their tag finisher, the Beautiful Catastrophe (3-D)! The referee dropped to count as Jen covered... 1... 2... Vic rolls back into the ring to break up the pin... too late! 3! The Sisters of Destruction win!

WINNERS: Sisters of Destruction (Emily and Jen Corlen) via pinfall, 9:52

After the bell rang, Vic began laying into both Corlen sisters in frustration. It was not long before the rest of Bound by Blood - Katie, Sarah and Alison James - rushed the ring to run Vic off. As Wagner slowly made his way up the ramp spitting obscenities, each member of Bound by Blood hits TMB with one of their signature moves, leaving him a busted heap in the ring not unlike Danny Monroe a week prior. At this point, Emily grabbed a mic and proclaimed "The beatings will continue until we get what we want!" and the stable then posed in the center of the ring to definitive boos as Rampage cut to commercial.

Stupid McNasty

We flash backstage to find Mark McNasty standing in front of a camera; mic in hand. He has on: black jeans; a white tank top; a blue bandana is wrapper around his head, but under his bangs; black boots; and his silver "Nasty" pendant hangs around his neck. He doesn't look too happy, but he doesn't look mad. He raises his mic and speaks.

McNasty: Now I know people have been getting a kick out of all this technicul difficulty stuff lately. But, since it doesn't involve the music from AOPWAF radio, it isn't something to laugh over. However, I get it. The staff here is incompetant; I've known that for years. So I have something to say to whoever is out there who watches over all this tech stuff. And that is...

We hear nothing, but can see McNasty's mouth continue to move. After a few seconds, it seems someone off stage gets his attention. McNasty sure looks mad now. He storms off screen, and comes back with a different mic. He raises it to his mouth and speaks.

McNasty: What the hell was that?!?!

Onto to be told he now sounds like he's swallowed a bunch of hellium.

McNasty: You are kidding me right!?! What the hell is wrong with you damn people!

McNasty throws the mic down. He begins to storm towards the camera...when the lights suddenly go out. McNasty screams, and due to how far he is from the camera, it sounds distant.


After a few seconds, you hear a quick tapping; McNasty has found the camera. He gets close to the built in mic.

McNasty: Listen up boys and girls. I'm getting this idea this might not be simple incompetance. And if I should find out such, whoever is doing it will not be happy with the results. So...buddy...pal...bitch...bastard, have your pick. Take your ball and run. You had your fun, now give it up. You only get one warning.

We now assume McNasty has walked away as he stops talking.

Antonio Torres vs Danny Monroe

Singles Match

The match started out in a wild brawling contest, with Monroe getting busted wide open and Torres doing some serious damage. The match finally went into a wrestling bout after Monroe dodged a clothesline and connected with a dropkick to Antonio's face. Monroe and Torres would exchange quite a bit of throws and holds, putting on an impressive clinic for the PWA universe to enjoy. Torres went for a high-risk flying elbow drop but Monroe moved out of the way just in time! Monroe took advantage of Antonio's risk and made him pay for it, slapping on his patented arm bar and forcing Antonio to tap out.


Winner: Danny Monroe in 17:12

Got Wood?

‘Father to Son’ plays with lucid vividness. Slow motion images of Marvin Wood’s career appear as if representing memories.

Making his television debut in PWA by defeating Duff Cote D’Ivoire.

Defeating Johnny Maverick and Jethro Hayes.

Making his debut in Victory Wrestling, winning a tables match.

Defeating Teresa Quaranta and Joe Boxer.

Defeating Enika Engel.

Beating down Simon Kalis and Emily Corlen.

Forming the Alliance of Wrestling’s Finest.

Defeating Matt Stone in the BWF. This image lingers for slightly longer.

Winning an Elimination Chamber match to become the first ever World Champion of Victory Wrestling.

Defeating Hostile and Masakazu.

Beating down Simon Kalis, again.

And finally, defeating Panzadise to become the new PWA World Heavyweight Champion.

As the music picks up in tempo, the images of the glorious career of Marvin Wood also speed up. There is a voiceover.

“Next on Marvin Wood as he returns to his home country as the conquering hero...fending off the challenge of Matt a London’s Burning remain the PWA World Heavyweight Champion.”

The music cuts out and the video package comes to an end.

Jethro Hayes vs Riona Langly

Singles Match

As the camera returns to a shot of the arena, the viewing audience can hear the live crowd chattering between themselves regarding events of the night, thus far.

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. "The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match. Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring, slinging the title onto her shoulder.

Eric Emerson: Introducing...she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 142 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches...Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring. She dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands. She climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process. She climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

Colt Ford's special remake of his song for Jethro Hayes hits up in the arena's speakers. The youngest Grand Slam Champion in PWA history walks through the black curtain, he looks out to the crowd. Up on the screen a blacktop road begins to wind away in front of us and we travel along it as though we are in a car. Jethro holds his fisted right hand into the air and the crowd pops for. Jethro begins to walk down the ramp making sure to slap the hands of the fans along his way. Along the side of the ropes are buildings erected with the names of the Championships that he has won instead of typical names of businesses. He reaches the bottom of the ramp. The road winds through a small city, but the image of the very arena in which we are having the PWA show tonight comes into view around a corner. Jethro climbs the steps and is on the apron. He wipes his feet before stepping through the ropes.

Eric Emerson: From Lenox, Georgia he stands at six feet seven inches, weighing in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... Jethro Hayes!

Jethro hits the ropes, bouncing off to get the blood pumping a bit before his match. The blacktop road in front of us enters the arena's door and heads somewhere inside. Jethro climbs the turnbuckle that faces the majority of the crowd, holding up his fisted right hand before pointing to them. Just in front of the blacktop road is a black curtain, we sit here waiting as though it is the end of our ride. He drops down, rushing to the opposite side of the ring to climb up and point to that section of the crowd. Jethro drops down, heading to the third corner and once again climbs up, pointing out to himself before he points to the crowd. He climbs the final turnbuckle, and points to this section of the crowd. He drops down, he heads to center ring where he looks down to gather his thoughts before the match. Jethro points to the crowd one last time as the blacktop view on the big screen seemingly flies through the screen. Jethro turns to face his opponent, raising his head up so that he can see her clearly.


The referee gestures for the two to start the match. They locks eyes and begin to circle, but only briefly. Riona goes in for a single leg trip, but Jethro grabs her arm and twists it into a wrist lock. The much bigger and stronger Jethro is able to control Riona with this elementary hold better than most people are able to. Eventually, the Philadelphia native manages to establish enough leverage to cartwheel over the wrists and pull down with all of her weight at the same time as executing a drop toe hold. Hayes drops down to a knee. Instead of going for a headlock or some other mat wrestling manoeuvre, Riona instead immediately connects with hard elbow to the back of the head of the ‘Southern Hero’. The latter quickly jerks himself up, spins around and almost seemingly decapitates Riona with a hard clothesline. The audience is shocked at the sudden intensity. Langly’s body weight is piled up onto her shoulders, allowing Jethro to just lean on her legs to get a good pinfall attempt.




Riona rolls over just before the three count. Jethro grabs her in a front face lock and pulls her up to her feet. He then grabs her shoulder with his left hand, her thigh with his right hand and lifts her into the air and above his head. He extends his arms, and - after a brief moment - steps forward, allowing her to crash down onto the canvass. Jethro celebrates with his fans, as Riona screams in pain, clutching her ribs. The Lenox, Georgia native then turns around to survey his downed opponent. He ducks down into almost a three-point stance, waiting for his moment. With Riona facing up towards the ceiling, Jethro jogs up to her and lands a good-looking leg drop. He shuffles around and pins Riona’s shoulders.



Riona slips her far shoulder out of the cover. Jethro looks down and nods. He grabs his opponent by the hair, easily tosses her over his right shoulder and begins to walk towards the corner turnbuckle. He then sets off at a sprint, but this quickly turns into a very light jog as Riona shuffles herself out of position and counters with a DDT, dropping Jethro onto the top of his head. With both wrestlers down, the referee first checks on the condition of each before beginning the ten count.


Hayes is still clutching at the top of his head, from the initial impact of the DDT; Langly is barely moving.




Jethro is on all fours, attempting to shake off some of the pain from his head and neck; Riona has rolled over to her side, in the opposite direction.



Jethro is up to one knee; Riona has reached out for the ropes and is trying to pull herself back to her feet.


Jethro lethargically pushes himself back to his feet and begins to stagger over to Riona, who is tangled up between the middle and top rope as she attempts to get her bearings. As Jethro comes into her proximity, Riona steps outside of the ropes, grabs Jethro’s leg and connects with a dragon screw on the second rope. ‘The Southern Hero’ stumbles back, just managing to hold himself up by holding onto the top rope. Langly then steps back into the ring, behind her opponent, and drops down into a chop block to the same knee (left). This takes Jethro off his feet. Riona, now finding her bearings, pumps herself up and tries to get support from the audience, which she receives from much of the crowd, alongside some defiant boos.

As gritty as ever, the former AoWF Tag Team Champion props himself back up onto his feet...but Riona is waiting. She kicks Hayes about as hard as she can in his left hamstring; and again; and again, this time knocking him down to the canvass...But, as he goes down, he grabs a hold of Riona’s leg and takes her down with an inverted single leg trip. He then rests his weight onto his right knee which is rested on Riona’s left hamstring. He then places his foot in the inside of her knee, lifts her leg up by the ankle and it is countered by Riona into a victory roll.


Riona transitions into an attempt at the single leg crab. She places her right leg over to the opposite side of Jethro’s body and sits down, effectively applying the hold. Jethro is initially shocked by the pain. However, he then uses his impressive upper body strength to push himself off of the canvass and launch Riona off the hold. The latter rolls forwards towards the ropes. Riona turns right back towards her opponent, who greets her with a hard big boot to the jaw. Jethro takes some time to lean against the ropes and recuperate, before pumping his fists to the crowd and receiving plenty of support. He then turns back to his opponent and connects witha running knee to the gut, following by a haymaker punch which forces Riona’s knees to buckle. Jethro doesn’t give her any time to rest, however, taking her over with the snapmare; bouncing off the ropes; and hitting the knee to the face to complete the Southern Unhospitality. He covers.




Riona kicks out. Jethro doesn’t let up. He hooks in a front face lock and connects with a single arm tap DDT. He rolls Riona over and goes for another cover.




Riona kicks out, again. Jethro gets back to his feet quickly and puts Riona on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He pushes her knees up, looking for the Calf Toss, but Riona repositions herself and locks in the Dragon Sleeper, grapevining her legs around Jethro.

The hold is so well-executed that Jethro cannot bring himself to find a couner for it. Inevitably, he begins to lose his energy and drops down to a knee. Riona releases the hold; drops down to a side waist lock; squeezes, forcing Jethro’s own shoulder to choke him; grapevines his leg; and then pulls back, forcing Jethro to land with his throat on his shoulder for the Tourniquet. She keeps a tight grip of Jethro, pressing his shoulders onto the mat.




Eric Emerson: Here is your winner...Riona Langly!

Langly, out of breath, forces herself to her feet. The referee raises her hand, and she relishes the victory, listening to her fans cheer for her success.

The Showdown!

Backstage we find Matthew "Virus" Engel with his suit jacket under his arm as he's walking out to the underground parking lot to his car. He is suddenly confronted by Emily Corlen!

Emily Corlen: Hello Matthew.

The glitter of the TGW World Title doesn't phase him, but he retorts.

Matthew Engel: What a pleasant surprise: you of all people I expected the least to actually confront me tonight.

Emily Corlen: Yeah, about that... I'm looking to change that kind of attitude towards me, Matthew.

Matthew Engel: Are you now? That's nice. Maybe a little less pillow talk with bunnies could help.

Corlen smirks.

Emily Corlen: I heard what you had to say earlier. Some harsh words there. I hope you don't find this to be another act for your amusement. This is as real as it gets.

Matthew Engel: Well until you prove otherwise, I'll continue to let your actions amuse me.

Once again she smiles, and Engel looks behind him to see the rest of Bound by Blood encircling him. No escape! Dun dun dun.

Matthew Engel: You want to do this right here, right now?

Emily Corlen: Would you prefer we walked back out to the ring, Mister Virus?

She says it with such sarcasm. He doesn't like it.

Matthew Engel: Fuck it. It's been a long time I've been in a fight I couldn't win.

In that moment Engel dropped his suit jacket, lunging at Emily Corlen. Corlen quickly dodged Engel's wild right hand and slammed her left right smack dab into his jaw. Engel fell to the floor, seemingly out cold.

Emily lifts her hand up to reveal a set of genunine brass knucks.

Emily Corlen: It's about time you realized you were never going to win this, Matt.

Emily started maliciously kicking Engel in the chest and head, while the other girls joined in. In most scenarios, this kind of action with some hot ladies would earn quite a few points on your man-card. However, this scenario basically left Engel a bloody and terrible mess. Emily and the girls took off after Engel's malicious beat down as we fade back to the arena.

New Age Panzies(c) vs Order of Chaos(c)

PWA Tag Team Titles vs AOWF Tag Team Titles

Ding Ding
Masakazu andMcDee stand in the center of the ring when Simon points over McDee's shoulder to Panzadise and to that point, Panzadise is pointing back at Simon. The crowd is going wild as both men clap their hands to get the crowd into it and the two legal men begin to circle the other, until the roar of the crowd gets Masa to tag in his father Simon and McDee to tag in Panzadise. However, that tag never happened as it was a ploy and McDee lashes out with a front kick to Simon's face, but he ducks under grabbing the ankle and twisting off to one side sending McDee flipping onto his feet against the ropes. McDee comes off the ropes with a leap frog over the doubled over Simon, but Kalis with a mule kick narrowly avoids clipping Simon's left leg. Simon with a spring to the top rope flips back over the twisting McDee, but drops down onto one knee shoving his foot around as he spins around and nails Simon right in the midsection with the kick.

Jon McDaniel: What athleticism by both men there!

Brian Rentfro: What about the ploy by the NAP to get the fake tag to work to perfection.

Simon rolls over, holding at his midsection and dives at McDee with a shoulder block.

Jon McDaniel: I wouldn't say it worked, Simon seems to be prepared for everything.

McDee with a leap over the diving Simon Kalis, who rolls through and up to his feet with a smile on his face. Collar and elbow lockup, Simon with a go behind. McDee grabs the wrist, into a wristlock, into a hammerlock behind the back of Simon. Kalis with a duck and a drop to a knee shoves into McDee, lifting him up onto his shoulders in a sort of fireman's carry, but McDee slips off and with a tornado DDT tries to send Simon's head into the canvas. Simon tosses and spins around and away from McDee and right into the right fist of Panzadise which sends him stumbling backwards into a German suplex by McDee. Masakazu comes into the ring, McDee rolls over to his feet, dropkick from Masa sends him down right beside Simon. Masa gets back out of the ring as Panzadise just looks at him, perhaps a bit of respect is there? Ok, perhaps not, Panzadasise just stares at him continually.

Jon McDaniel: It seems that both teams are equally matched.

Brian Rentfro: Just wait until Panzadise gets in there, it won't be such an equally matched match then.

Simon rolls over to his knees, McDee doing the same. Both men seem to stumble towards the other, right into a collar and elbow tieup, Simon going into a hammerlock. McDee with a break, into a wristlock, but Simon lashes out with a sideways kick, right into McDee's exposed midsection, doubling him over. Simon pressing his advantage sends a stinging chop right to the chest of McDee, backing him towards Panzadise.

Brian Rentfro: What is this idiot doing?

Panzadise reaches out, but Simon whips him towards Masa, McDee's back slamming hard into the corner padding. McDee comes out, stumbling forward, right into a springboard sort of sideways and catching McDee sends him face first into the canvas. Simon tags in Masa, leaping off the top turnbuckle with a split legged moonsault right onto the downed McDee and the two men that were supposed to start this match off are in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: What tag team unity from the Order of Chaos.

Brian Rentfro: They are AOWF Tag Team Champions for a reason.

Masa brings McDee up to his feet, but the veteran is ready for it, delivering a rapid series of five punches into Masa's midsection, before slamming a knee upwards into his face that has him against the ropes. McDee with a whip sends him to the opposite ropes, MCdee with a jumping knee sends Masa down onto the canvas with a knock-out blow; but McDee is on the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: Perhaps those quick exchanges with Simon took a lot of energy out of him?

Jon McDaniel: Not to mention, perhaps too much Hi-C?

Panzadise slaps the top turnbuckle, getting his tag team partner into the match, trying to get him up and the NAP fans into the action and up on their feet cheering the NAP on.

(with each slap of the turnbuckle a letter is shouted)

N!(slap) A!(slap) P!(slap) N!(slap) A!(slap) P!(slap) N!(slap) A!(slap) P!(slap)

McDee slowly begins to crawl forward, pulling himself up to his knees and here comes Simon into the match, diving to prevent the McDee tag; but he gets it. The NAP fans get on their feet, Panzadise into the match now. Simon backs up, begging off, Panzadise rushes forward, but is tripped up by Masakazu at the perfect time sending him face first i nto a knee lift from Simon. Simon, using the momentum, has Panzadise in the corner and gets Masa to come in and tag him in. Masa reaches out, but Panzadise with a big boot sends Masa stumbling back into an inverted spinebuster(McDee catches him from behind, lifts him up, then falls forward on top of Masa(chest to chest but Masa's head is between McDee's legs)).

Jon McDaniel: What a move!

Brian Rentfro: Very impressive, must be the Hi-C.

Panzadise with a run off the ropes, big leap into the air and a huge body splash on top of the downed Masa. Here comes Simon, the OOC fans going crazy, but McDee with a spinning heel kick catches Simon in the temple and down the gangsta goes to the canvas. The NAP is standing tall in the center of the ring and out comes Not-Stryker at the top of the entrance ramp, clapping the NAP along; Panzadise looks at him, just glaring at him for a moment before turning his attention back to the contest at hand. Masa is pulled roughly to his feet and up onto Panzadise's shoulders, airplane spin toss, but Masa catches the top rope, somehow managing to flip the large Panzadise out of the ring and onto the floor outside of the ring. Masa hangs from his right hand, somehow pulling a Shawn Michaels and flipping back into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Look at that show of determination from Masakazu there!

Jon McDaniel: But he isn't safe yet, here comes McDee!

McDee rushes for Masa, who just flips back into the ring, turning around and right into McDee's clothesline. Masa drops, pulling the rope down and shoving a shoulder into McDee's midsection and sending him over the top rope and to the outside. Masa off the ropes, launches himself over with a twist and a yell, sending both men(who were standing up) backwards into the railing that protects the fans.

Jon McDaniel: He's a man on a mission!

Brian Rentfro: As you said, they are AOWF Tag Champs for a reason.

Masa rolls back into the ring, he and Simon tag in and make it a legal switch, Masa willing to take a breather on the apron, Panzadise stares up at Simon from the floor.






Panzadise pulls himself up onto the apron, Simon begging him to step on into the ring, making sure to give him plenty of room. Not-Stryker is a bit closer to the ring and to the match, as he was going to try and help out the NAP as they looked like they were in trouble. Panzadise looks at Simon, who spits into his palm and slaps the taste right out of Dise's mouth, but Dise just turns his head back to face Simon, lashing out with a left jab. Simon ducks the jab, but doesn't see Dise slam a knee into his left side, but he does feel it and is sent down onto one knee, gasping and holding at his ribs. Panzadise and Simon lock up again in the center of ring with Scott Swindell making sure no funny business takes place. Panzadise backs Simon into a corner delivering a massive forearm to Simon's head, Scott is there to break up the grappling. Panzadise forcefully whips Simon out of the corner, charging after the AOWF Tag Champion with a full head of steam, Simon sprawls in the corner and Panzadise spears the ringpost. Simon pulls Panzadise out of the corner delivering a spinning roundhouse kick sending Dise's face into the top turnbuckle. Panzadise shakes his head and rubs his shoulder delivering a series of quick, but powerful, jabs to Simon's midsection. Simon holds at his ribs as Panzadise delivers another big series of punches, Panzadise whips Simon into the ropes and following up with a shoulder tackle takes Simon down. Panzadise is on a rampage and not allowing Simon to get much of an offense here in this portion of this match. Panzadise lifts Simon up in the center of the ring for a stalling vertical suplex, but Simon manages to wriggle free and deliver a modified backflip kick to the back of Dise's skull that sends Dise into the ropes. Panzadise manages to catch himself before falling out of the ring, but here comes Simon with a flying leg lariat sending Panzadise over the ropes and onto the ring apron. Simon lands just inside the ropes, but Panzadise pulls him out of the ring and to the outside as Scott Swindell begins the long ten count. Panzadise with a big right hand to Simon's face as the rage burns in Kalis 's eyes. Right from Panzadise sends Simon back, Panzadise with another big right handed haymaker connects with Simon's temple.

Jon McDaniel: What a series of moves from all four men here in this contest, its back and forth all the way!

Brian Rentfro: You can never count any of these men out, well... maybe Swindell... he's a pus...

Jon McDaniel: He's a swell guy, I know.

Brian Rentfro: I wasn't going to say that.

Jon McDaniel: I know, I know.

Panzadise with another big haymaker, but Simon falls out of Dise's grasp and the fist slams into the ringpost and Panzadise connects with nothing but the unforgiving metal of the post. He shakes at his hand as Swindell's count is up to six here in this title bout. Simon with a low blow to Dise's balls further incompasatates The big man here after the haymaker miss

~Split Action View~

Masakazu and McDee circle each other inside the ring, both looking for an opening that they are not willing to give the other. Collar and elbow, Masakazu with a go behind into a rear waistlock, McDee with a quick reversal into a rear waistlock of his own. McDee chains into a side headlock, Masakazu shoots him into the ropes. McDee leaps over Masa, rebounding off the ropes with a springboard back elbow. Masakazu with a reverse hiptoss sends McDee down to the canvas, Masakazu hits the ropes, but McDee rolls out of the way of the leg drop. McDee kips up to his feet as Masakazu does the same, they look at each other, the fans are deep into it. Another collar and elbow, McDee with a wristlock into a hammerlock, but Masakazu counters and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. McDee slaps at his shoulder as he rolls forward to flip Masakazu over his body. Masakazu lands with his feet on the ropes, he back flips over McDee, nailing him with a dropkick to his back.

Brian Rentfro: What a back flip into a dropkick from Masakazu.

Jon McDaniel: It was athletic and shows that Masakazu can seemingly counter any of McDee's moves. The younger Kalis, will have to create some moves in this one to counter the veteran experience of McDee.

Jon McDaniel: Thing is, neither of these men are legal.

Brian Rentfro: Swindell may have forgotten that, as he's trying to watch both fights.

Jon McDaniel: So is everyone else!

McDee rolls out onto the ring apron, getting up to his feet. Here comes Masa, McDee with a shoulder block and a sunset flip into a powerbomb.
Masakazu rolls out of the hold, but is slow to get up, Scott looking really lost here in this contest.

Brian Rentfro: Swindell looks lost.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, he does.

McDee pulls Masakazu up to his feet, elbow to McDee's midsection, second, and a third. Masakazu with a swinging neckbreaker takes McDee down to the canvas. Masakazu climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a moonsault onto McDee before pulling McDee back up to his feet. Irish whip into the ropes, McDee rebounds with a boot to the face, but Masakazu catches the kick. McDee with a enzeguri, but Masakazu manages to duck his head, clothesline takes McDee down on the mat. Masakazu locks on an anklelock, McDee reaches for the ropes, trying to get leverage to break the hold. Masakazu doesn't taunt the crowd as he pulls McDee back up to his feet. Chop to the chest, McDee counters with a chop of his own; the crowd with a "Wooooo" for each chop. Masakazu counters with a second chop, McDee fires back with one more. McDee with a forearm to Masakazu's face catching him off guard. Open palm strike to Masa's face has him center ring. McDee with a whip into the rope, but Masa catches the rope, here comes McDee with a front knee strike. Masa catches the knee and both men go over the top to the outside;, but Masa lands heavily on his shoulder and rolls up to his feet. McDee flips back into the ring and is immediately off the ropes as he launches himself over the top and onto Masakazu with a suicide devil's plancha!

~Back to Simon vs Panzadise(similtaneously happening)~

Simon short whips Dise's face into the post before rolling Dise into the ring, Simon follows after him as the count reaches nine and the match will continue. Simon climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaping with a leg drop across Kalis 's throat, he makes a cover, but Panzadise shoves him off immediately to prevent a pin. Simon rolls into the ropes and under to the ring apron. Panzadise shakes his head and gets to his feet charging over to where Kalis is standing looking at his opponent. Simon with a side kick through the ropes to Dise's ribs, Panzadise continues coming, Simon with one to the other side of Dise's ribs. The last kick halts Panzadise for a second before he reaches over the top rope to grab Simon, who springs to the top rope and delivers a big roundhouse kick to the side of his head sending him back down to the canvas. Simon falls back to the apron, facing the crowd, before back flipping into the ring, leaping to the top rope, and into the air to crash down on Dise
with an elbow drop. Simon hits the ropes and goes for a baseball slide, but Panzadise sits up and Simon slides right out of the ring and Swindell starts the count, but Panzadise goes outside after him. Panzadise is yelling as he chases Simon around the ring, but Kalis slips into the ring under the bottom rope and Panzadise is forced to follow after him. Panzadise rollsin to a series of big time stomps to the head from Simon before finally fighting through the stomps to get up to his feet. Panzadise shakes off the stomps and smiles as he once again charges at Simon, who promptly runs away.

Brian Rentfro: Simon is making Dise expend a lot of energy to run around the ring, Kalis looks to just be playing with him.

Jon McDaniel: Simon is a veteran, but so is Dise; Kalis may have gotten underneath Dise's skin.

Here comes Not-Stryker down to the ring, cheering on his NAP cohorts, the crowd is still split on who they want here in this contest.

~Split Screen(Masakazu vs McDee)~

Irish whip from McDee sends Masa into the ring apron, he rebounds with a flying crossbody, but McDee with a dropkick right into Masakazu's breadbasket takes him off his feet. McDee rolls back up to his feet as Masakazu rolls away and tries to catch a breather. The fans at ringside taunt the current co-holder of the AOWF Tag Team Championship gold, but he pays them no attention, looking up to McDee who hits the ring apron and dives off. Masakazu ducks out of the way of McDee flying over with a flying clothesline, but McDee lands on the announce table. Masakazu looks up, toe kick to the face from McDee backs Masakazu up into the railing. McDee bounces on the table, diving forward with a front flipping dropkick that sends him and Masakazu over and into the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: These fans are getting a present tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Not really, they always get to see me, although I am pretty great if I do say so myself.

McDee pulls himself up, taking Masakazu along with him. McDee with a right hand backs Masakazu up against the barricade. McDee charges with a forearm, Masakazu back bodies him over the railing. McDee lands on the barricade, jumping to sit on Masakazu's shoulders before he flips him over the railing to the ringside area as well. McDee holds at his knee as he gets back up and the action is continuing inside the squared circle. McDee bends over Masa, but Masa with a punch to McDee's thigh and he shoves upwards. Masakazu with a shot to McDee's chest, spinning elbow to the face backs him up against the announce table. Masa with a scoop slam onto the table before he runs to jump onto the ring apron. Masakazu takes a running start, flying off the apron with a dive as the crowd reaches a fever pitch! The table doesn't break as Masakazu lands, but the crowd doesn't care. McDee rolls off the table, gasping and holding at his ribs as Masakazu comes back towards him.

Jon McDaniel: The action is right here at us Brian.

Brian Rentfro: You know, even if I were blind I'd know that.

~Split Screen(Simon vs Panzadise)~

Panzadise charges after Simon, but Kalis falls to the canvas in order to trip Panzadise up and causes the big man to hit the canvas face first. Panzadise immediately shoots back up to his feet though and catches Kalis well before he can flee. Dise tosses Simon into the air to land in the corner where he slumps down into a seated position. Panzadise laughs as he stalks over to the corner, eyeing his prey like a bear does before an attack. Kalis looks up into the face of Panzadise and begins to plead, Panzadise shakes his head in denial. Simon kicks out connecting with nothing as Panzadise moves his foot just in time to avoid the desperation kick. Panzadise leans down, pulling Simon up to his feet, Simon with a thumb to the eyes, but Panzadise turns his head just in time. Panzadise is laughing, actually laughing at Simon's antics as he pounds a forearm into his head and Simon falls back holding at his head. Panzadise with another big forearm and a double underhook facebuster sends Simon face first onto the canvas where Panzadise doesn't even attempt a pin, but instead looks intent on delivering more damage than anyone expected Panzadise to deliver. He picks Simon up, piledriver sends Simon's skull crashing into the mat, but once again, Panzadise does not make the cover. Not-Stryker is right at the ring apron now, cheering his buddy, Dise, on like a good friend would do. Well, more like a man who could be in the dog house would be doing trying to get back in his good graces. Dise, stares at Not-Stryker for a moment, before he pulls the nearly unconscious Simon back up to his feet and puts him up in his finisher, the Panzadise Bomb and tossing him up a bit, Simon tries to fight back.

Simon with a hurricanrana as Not-Stryker leaps in to hold Dise's feet down, but accidentally pushes Dise's feet and helps Simon get the big man over!

Simon hooks both legs as Not-Stryker stares in shock at what he has accidentally done.

~Split View~

McDee charges for the ring, Masakazu trips him up.

~Back to Simon vs Panzadise~



Not-Stryker's shock finally snaps and he comes into the ring to help his friend Panzadise.


Too late.

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIILL AOWF Tag Team Champions... Masakazu and Simon Kalis... the! Order! Of! Chaos!

The Revenging

The new PWA Tag Team Champions leave the ring amidst a flurry of thrown trash. Inside the ring, Panzadise is staring down Not-Stryker, who is looking rather sheepish. Not-Stryker offers his hand in friendship, but Dise continues to stare right through him. Monkey McDee puts his arm around the big man's shoulders and pulls him down so they can talk. After several seconds, Dise nods his head and McDee smiles.

Panzadise accepts Not-Stryker's hand, but uses it to pull the masked man in close and whispers something in his ear. Not-Stryker's eyes grow wide as he takes a step back. Quick as a flash, Dise kicks Not-Stryker in the stomach and then pulls him in to deliver the Panzadise Bomb! McDee doesn't look thrilled, but makes no move to help Not-Stryker, either. The NAP start to leave the ring, but as he's stepping over the top rope, Panzadise apparently has a change of heart and steps back over and kneels by Not-Stryker. He pulls the fallen man into a sitting position and slumps him forward, then starts untying his mask.

Not-Stryker starts to come to and realizes what is happening, but the mask is already loose and despite Not-Stryker's efforts, Panzadise effortlessly pulls it off to reveal the face of Rob Robinson. Robinson scrambles and tries to hide his face, but Dise grabs his hair to pull him to his feet, forcing Robinson to grab Dise's arm. Then Dise tosses Robinson over the top rope and stands alone in the ring, his arm raised in the arm, holding the former Not-Stryker's mask as a trophy.