World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


An Important Announcement

A couple hours before Rampage...

*Welcome to the arena hosting Rampage this week. The skies are overcast and there is a thirty percent chance of rain but that hasn't stopped the growing number of PWA fans from heading out to the event tonight.*

*The PA is blasting a message in a constant loop to those in the general vacinity and we listen in...*

The PWA event of Rampage tonight is sold out. Unfortunately, Matt Stone showed up early to the arena tonight and his ego has taken up most of the seating on the main floor. Therefore, even if you had tickets for tonights show, there is no guarantee there will be enough room to fit you in this evening. We apologize for the inconvenience and would like to offer a full refund of your ticket price by visiting the box office. Once again, please accept our apologies and we hope this does not detract you from coming to another event here in the near future.

*We fade out as the camera focuses on many dejected fans knowing full well they are going to miss out on the action tonight due to one man's ego.*

Marco Dante vs Danny Monroe

Singles Match


The match started out with Danny Monroe dominating the Blood Red Sandman, who is coming off a big win over Kyle Stevenson. Monroe tried his best to weaken Dante's right arm, stomping on it and breaking it over his knees and legs and whatever else he could. Monroe was really fixated on Dante's arm, but it ended up costing him a few times when Dante walloped Monroe in the face. Dante came up with a big-time superplex on Monroe, nearly ending the match with Monroe kicking out right before the three. Dante went on the offensive, crushing Monroe several times in different spots of the ring with all kinds of suplexes and drops. Monroe slipped out of a vertical suplex from Dante and dropkicked him in the back of the head. This put Dante in the corner turnbuckles and Monroe went for the ten punch count, only getting to three when Dante shoved Monroe off of him. Monroe charged into the corner but Dante dodged at the last second.

Monroe turned around and Dante from out of no where nailed Monroe with the Hangman's Noose!





Winner: Marco Dante in 9:45

The One Where Engel Comes Out and Makes Fun of Everyone

"Sympathy for the Devil" by Guns 'N Roses hits the sound system as Matthew Engel comes out to a loud reaction of cheers and boos. He has on a dark green suit and heads down to the ring, still rocking the walking boot on his right foot. Engel climbs in through the ropes with a microphone in hand as his music dies down.

Matthew Engel: It's like, you know...

Engel pauses for a moment and lets out a smile.

Matthew Engel: Oh I'm just kidding. There's only one Drake impersonator around these parts.

He lets out a laugh and leans up against the ropes.

Matthew Engel: But more importantly, a date for Genesis Twelve has been set. February 19th, which is merely 3 weeks away. 3 weeks! And I still have this fucking thing on!

He points down to his walking boot, which was used to render Silverback useless last week.

Matthew Engel: No matter, though, because in just a couple of days I get this taken off. Then I undergo intense training and physical therapy. Then I get cleared to wrestle for Genesis. Then I beat The Phoenix. Then I get the World Title. Then I... well, you all get it now, don't you?

Engel nods his head up and down pretending to agree with the crowd understanding, when they really don't. They don't understand shit!

Matthew Engel: Because Rob Robinson is about to walk down to this ring in three weeks and have his ass handed to him. No longer are we going to be subjected to having the same guy who's running this company also be our World Champion. I'm gonna change that by rearranging his face like a Picasso nightmare.

The crowd gives Engel a pop for that one.

Matthew Engel: But first, I'd like to say a few things. There's Jacob Seldon, a guy who looks like the 14 year old emo girl in the back of your class who you're just waiting to see slit her wrists and bleed to death all over her desk. Well, not only are you waiting for it but you're hoping she does it because just looking at her makes you feel sad and pathetic. Adam Gray, here's a man that is running out of lives, and out of time. You better continue to watch your back and keep The Brutal at your side, because you are not getting off that easy. Of course, how could I miss the perfect hero? This motherfucker looks like Manhattan Beach's Most Valuable Elvis, but he's back and he's... GETTING HIS FACE KICKED IN BY SUUKYA!

Engel shakes his head and comes off the ropes, stepping toward the middle of the ring.

Matthew Engel: Matt Stone is still a little bitch. Dallas Hoover is one more cupcake away from having a heart attack. Riona Langly got punked out by Justin Case, after telling the world she was going to make him his bitch. Seriously, Riona. You fucking suck. That little 'insect' that's always hanging out with you? If she ever wants to learn from someone who's still got it, then she can stop over any time.

Engel stops for a moment, dropping his head.

Matthew Engel: God damn it, does anyone else get the picture here? The PWA is fucking weak, and we only look weaker when we have Rob Robinson as our World Champion. There's no other person more deserving than the longest reigning World Champion of all time to step up to the plate and knock Rob Robinson out of our fucking lives. This ain't True Glory Wrestling. This is the land of the Pioneers. This is supposed to be the best wrestling promotion in the community, with the most history and most valuable champions. And the only one that's even attempting to live up to that is the prissy little bitch Matt Stone himself. He's become some sort of face of Pioneer Wrestling, no one can take that IC title off his waist because everyone he fights for it has either become a joke or has even LESS experience than him, and he's knocking over talent in Victory Wrestling. GOOD FOR YOU! But you're still a fucking main event failure, Stone.

Engel looks out to the crowd.

Matthew Engel: I won't get sentimental about the PWA now, but it has to be me. I'm the one that has to dethrone Rob Robinson, because believe it or not when I was World Champion last year and a group of those "talented" people left the PWA for greener pastures... I stayed here. I dominated the World Title and the main event. I kept the PWA alive in the AOWF community. And now I have to do it all over again. One last time.

Engel drops the mic as "Sympathy for the Devil" hits the sound system. Engel climbs out of the ring as the crowd roars, for the most part, in approval for Engel's intentions.

Jon McDaniel: Well, I'm not exactly sure what makes the PWA weak, but I'm glad Matthew Engel is focused and determined. It should be a great match at Genesis.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, Robinson as World Champion is a terrible idea. The President as the top guy? That's almost as bad as what's going on in TGW right now, and the PWA doesn't need that kind of press.

Jon McDaniel: You might be right, Brian, and I do believe Engel is deserving of this shot considering he held the title for almost 150 days and never got his rematch after losing to Panzadise. But, Robinson is a fighting champion.

Brian Rentfro: Sure, if it's Scottie Snow or The Masked Lard, he is. But trust me The Phoenix does not want to fight Matthew Engel and he is kicking himself for giving Engel the title shot before he won the Dome of Destruction.

Before Engel can leave the ring side area, the lights dim and everybody's favorite song, The Final Countdown starts to play. The Phoenix comes out, wearing his "President Robinson" uniform of a dark blue suit along with his "Phoenix" uniform of his mask.

Brian Rentfro: Here comes the greatest World champion of all time!

Jon McDaniel: You just said he was a disgrace!

Brian Rentfro: Shut your lying mouth, Jon!

The Phoenix: I'm going to make this short and sweet, Engel. Maybe you should take some notes on how to do that. Anyway I've got a Hot Pocket backstage that just came out of the microwave and if you think they're disgusting hot, just give them five minutes to cool off.

The Phoenix shudders.

The Phoenix: You want to talk about a weak roster? Are these things you've noticed from the comfort of your couch, because I sure as shit haven't seen you on Rampage that often. But, you're here to protect the PWA brand, right? Not like folks like me, that went off to the greener pastures of Victory Wrestling. Yeah, I know that was a dig at me. I split my time so I could get a second paycheck and keep on eye on PWA Jr. over there. It was a good thing I did, too because that second paycheck helped me buy back the PWA when the Sommers boys bailed. I didn't see the PWA's Lord Protector stepping up with the cash to save the company back then.

The Phoenix: But you know what I have seen? You. Matthew "The Virus" Engel. On Victory Wrestling television. So tell me, buddy, how green are those pastures? Maybe splitting your time is why you lost this title. You think you're going to hand me my ass? Have a little chat with your buddy Jamie Flynn. He'll tell you that's easier said than done.

The Phoenix: Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a Hot Pocket to attend to.

The Final Countdown plays and the Phoenix leaves. Engel shakes his head with disgust as he heads up the ramp and disappears backstage and we go into the next match.

Justin Case vs Hunter Sullivan

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

" Victory " by Puff Daddy and company hits the P.A. and out comes " The Millennium Game " Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side. Case soaks in the boos of the crowd as they give him power. He raises his arms in the very talented air!

Eric Emerson: Being accompanied by Hugh Aredone; from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, this is Justin Case!!!

Case then struts down the ramp way as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match while pulling on the upper rope as his music ends. Its time for some talented action!

Eric Emerson: And introducing his opponent!!

The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you

With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.

Eric Emerson: From Corner brook, Newfoundland, Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN

Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. His new music finally cutting off and settling.

Jon McDaniels: This is an epic battle of clashing styles, Brian. Hunter has that calculated, straight-shooter approach, while Case has a more harcore, do-what-it-takes attitude.

Brian Rentfro: Case is gonna fuck his day up. Guaranteed.

The bell rings, Hunter charging up to Case. Case grins, ducking a clothesline attempt and spinning into a quick enziguri as Hunter turns around. Case springs to his feet, grinning as he stalks Hunter. The Viper stands, Case throwing an elbow to the back of his head. Sullivan stumbles forward, then lunges around to tackle Case and mount him, throwing a flurry of fists. He refuses to let up as Case attempts to shield himself, unable to counter as Dwayne Cross makes his way over. He tries to pry Hunter from Case, being thrown a bit as Hunter shoves him back. Cross issues a five count, of which Hunter uses four and a half. He gets up, arguing with Dwayne as Case recovers. Sullivan turns back, lunging down and pummeling Case again, Justin unable to get a defense up. Dwayne issues another count, Hunter again begrudgingly dismounting at four and a half.

Jon McDaniels: You were saying?

Brian Rentfro: Anyone can get a leg up on a cheap shot. Justin Case you didn't know, the Millenium Game will come back.

Jon McDaniel: REALLY, Brian?!

Hunter continues to argue with Dwayne as Justin starts to a knee, shaking off the assault. He reaches into his boot, pulling out a pair of brass knuckles. As he gets to his feet, Hunter turns and stalks over, Dwayne shaking his head. Hunter spins Case around... SMACK!!! A shot straight to the nose with the brass knucks, Justin folds his hands to conceal the weapon. Hunter hits the ground, his nose busted wide open, Case sliding in.

Jon McDaniels: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

Brian Rentfro: HA!!

Dwayne drops, Justin carefully sliding the knucks out of the ring out of Cross' sight.


Brian Rentfro: YOU SONUVA BITCH...

Dwayne jumps to his feet, raising two fingers. Justin looks down, shocked, as Hunter stirs.

Jon McDaniels: Hunter kicked out! Holy hell!!

Brian Rentfro: Die, Hunter!! What the hell are you doing?!

Hunter sits up a bit, Justin getting pissed. He grabs Hunter's head, plowing fist after fist into his face. Hunter comes alive, struggling a bit before arcing his legs, wrapping them around Justin's head. He pulls back, Justin being dragged away from Hunter's head and thrown a few feet away. Justin scrambles up, but is met with a boot to the face as Hunter again launches up. Justin hits the mat, Hunter reaching out and grabbing a nearby rope to start lifting himself up. Justin shakes off the kick, starting to his feet as well. Justin rushes up, launching a right. Hunter blocks, firing off a right of his own, knocking a surprised Justin back a step. Justin launches a left, again blocked by Hunter who this time throws a boot to Justin's gut. Hunter takes a step back as Case doubles over, charging up with a knee lift to Justin's face. Justin falls on his back, grabbing his nose. Hunter drags his hand across his nose, looking intently at the bloody mess he holds in his palm. His eyes grow wide as a sick grin spreads across his face, looking down at Justin.

Jon McDaniels: Okay, this isn't good.

Brian Rentfro: Hunter has a VERY violent side... Get up, Justin!!

Justin rubs his nose; no blood. Justin grins a bit, starting to his feet... Hunter rushes up, nailing a chop block. Justin falls, Hunter again stalking the Millenium Game. Case starts up, Hunter with a clothesline that knocks TMG on his ass. Hunter poises across the ring, licking his lips and motioning for Justin to get up. Hugh stands from his seat, starting to the ring. Justin is on one knee, Hunter getting impatient. Justin gets to his feet, Hunter charging across the ring... VIPER SNAP!!! Hunter watches as Justin falls lifeless to the mat, grinning. Hugh reaches out, trying to reach out to Case. Hunter looks at Hugh, stalking up to Case's manager, which causes the bald man to run away. Hunter looks down to Case, grabbing up his legs.

Jon McDaniels: We've seen this before!! Hunter is locking in the cloverleaf!!

Brian Rentfro: NO!! JUSTIN!!

Hugh jumps onto the apron, distracting Cross. It is about this moment when Justin begins to wake up, feeling the pain in his legs and abdomen. He screams out, reaching around for anything to break the hold. He is a foot away from the nearest ropes, reaching with everything he has to grab it. He's too far away, however, and realizes there's only one way out.


Brian Rentfro: Haha!! The ref doesn't see it!!

Dwayne argues with Hugh Aredone, indeed missing the submission. Hunter keeps the hold cinched in, trying to get the referee's attention. Hugh drops from the apron, Dwayne yelling some last words at Hugh before he begins turning...

I see you drivin' round town
With the girl I love
And I'm like
Fuck You!

Hunter's eyes widen as he releases the hold, heading across the ring. Hugh tends to Justin as Hunter and the crowd watch in anticipation...

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough
I'm like
Fuck you!
If I was richer
I'd still be with ya
Now ain't that some shit
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best
With a
Fuck you!

The crowd goes insane as TGW Volitionary Champion Lucious Starr enters, carrying some kind of trophy. He grins as he starts down the ramp, eyeing Hunter as he holds the trophy high above his head. He walks to the ring, Dwayne trying to draw Hunter's attention back to the match. Lucious walks around the ring, taking a seat at the announce table as Hunter turns... and gets a boot to the face from Justin!!

Jon McDaniels: A big boot from Justin Case!!

Brian Rentfro: And Hunter is on his back!

Lucious Starr: Yeah, he's used to that position. In AND out of the ring.

Justin eyes the announce table, unsure of Lucy's intentions. He turns his focus on Hunter, who shakes off the boot.

Jon McDaniels: Is it safe to assume you're here to screw Hunter?

Lucious Starr: What?! Jonathon, I'm shocked. Why would I, as a champion, have the indecency to interfere in another man's match??

Brian Rentfro: You're gonna make sure Hunter ends up a loser, aren't you?

Lucious Starr: He does that on his own.

Brian Rentfro: HA!!

Justin watches as Hunter stands, popping in a butterfly lock. Hunter struggles out, throwing a boot to Case's knee. Justin buckles, Hunter charging the ropes. He rebounds, looking for a clothesline. Case ducks under, throwing Hunter into a butterfly lock and lifting him up... Just 2 Talented!! Cover!!



Lucious Starr: Relax, Brian. Hunter's a little bitch. He'll be done soon enough.

Justin looks at Hugh, who shrugs as he looks on. Hunter slowly gets to a knee, Justin fuming. He throws a foot to the side of Hunter's head, dropping the Viper to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: There it is!

Lucious Starr: Almost.

THREe... kickout!

Jon McDaniels: That... that's kinda scary...

Lucious Starr: When you've known Hunter as long as I have, you know how much pain he can take and how much he can dish out.

Justin appears frustrated, Hunter nearly out of it and yet still kicking back. He stomps down on Hunter's head a few times, Dwayne issuing a five count. Justin finally backs off after four, fuming. Dwayne checks on Hunter, Justin motioning to Hugh, who walks around the ring and picks up the brass knucks Justin used earlier. He slides them into the ring, Justin picking them up and sliding them onto his hand. Starr stands, yelling to Dwayne as Hunter starts to his feet. Justin charges up, but is caught by Dwayne, who checks his hand and finds the knucks.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell?! You just screwed Justin!

Lucious Starr: Hunter's a bitch and a loser by himself. Justin can do this the right way. Cheating is below anyone who's in the ring across from Sullivan.

Hunter stumbles against the ropes, Justin letting Dwayne grab his weapon as he shoots across the ring, nailing a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope. Hugh heads to the announce table to yell at Lucious, who stands up to stare down Aredone. Hugh backs away, pointing at Lucy as he shys away, Starr turning back to the action. Justin is to his feet, kicking Hunter in the skull. Dwayne issues a ten count, Justin sliding in to break it at eight, then back out. Hunter starts to his feet, Justin rushing up for a kick to the skull. Hunter ducks at the last moment, Justin getting a chunk of crowd barrier. He backs away a bit, grabbing his foot as Hunter poises against the barrier, pushing off. A vicious spear rips through Case as Hunter rolls through, landing on all fours.

Jon McDaniels: And Hunter looks to be coming back!

Brian Rentfro: So what's that you brought with you?

Lucious Starr: Oh, this? My Night of Kings Trophy from years ago. Working for a fed stationed in Greece. It was the night that I beat Hunter with all the marbles on the line. Fun shit.

Jon McDaniels: Guys! The match?

Lucious Starr: Yeah, yeah. Hunter making a temporary comeback, Justin's gonna kick his ass, blah blah blah.

Hunter crawls to the steel ring steps, using them to pull himself to his feet. Hugh starts over, yelling at Hunter. Sullivan shakes his head, reaching up and grabbing Hugh, slamming him face-first into the steps. Hunter steps back, lurching forward and leaping over the steps to nail Aredone with a Viper Snap! Aredone goes down, Justin in shock, and Lucious laughs.

Lucious Starr: You see that shit?! That's what happens when you give Hunter credit. He takes it and makes a couple lucky moves. Justin needs to man the fuck up.

Hunter starts to his feet again, glaring at the announce table. He starts to walk over, Lucious grinning and waving. Hunter reaches the table, waving on the Volitionary Champ, who throws his legs up on the announce table. Hunter reaches out, Starr laughing as he falls just out of reach of Hunter. Justin stalks up from behind, throwing an elbow to the back of Hunter's head. Hunter drops, Justin eyeing Lucious before going back to work on Hunter. He picks the Viper up, snapping him down into the Gamebreaker in front of the announce table. Hunter calls out, but there's nothing around to help. Justin finally releases the hold as Dwayne reaches a count of seven. Justin slides into the ring, then back out. He throws a boot to Hunter's head, grabbing him up and rolling him into the ring. He slides in after, making the cover.

3!! NO!!

Brian Rentfro: How much pain can this guy take?!

Lucious Starr: He's close to his limit. Just wait.

Justin glares at Dwayne, who confirms a two. Justin stands, blasting Hunter in the face with a series of boots. He drops back down, making the cover.

3!! NO!!

Jon McDaniels: Hunter is a resilient bastard!

Brian Rentfro: Dammit, I'm gonna owe Toshi lunch after this...

Lucious Starr: What? Did you seriously bet a lunch on this match?

Brian Rentfro: Luckily, after Rob took over, it was a loophole that got written in. We can't bet money, but we can buy each other meals. Something about saving Rob the money of paying for them.

Lucious Starr: He's possibly the biggest douche in wrestling since David Blazenwing, but he's quite a bit smarter.

Justin is getting anxious, unable to keep Hunter down. He slides out of the ring, grabbing the ring bell. Lucious starts to his feet, yelling at Case, who doesn't seem to care. He throws the bell into the ring, flipping Lucious the bird. Dwayne grabs the bell, sliding out of the ring, which allows Justin to grab a chair and slide into the ring. Hunter starts up, Justin pulling back. Starr drops the headset, but is too late as Justin blasts Hunter with the chair- just as Dwayne turns around. Starr slides into the ring as Cross calls for the bell, Justin turning around. He attempts to hit Lucious with the chair, but Lucious ducks under, waiting for Justin to spin around and hits the Hades' Flame! Justin drops the chair as his head hits the mat, Lucious standing over both men. Dwayne slides in, pushing a bit on Lucious.

Eric Emerson: Your winner as a result of a disqualification, HUNTER SULLIVAN!!!

Hugh Aredone slides into the ring, tending to Justin. Lucious glares down, kicking Justin until Hugh is able to roll him out of the ring. Lucious then turns his attention to Hunter, who is on one knee. Lucious walks over, grinning.

Jon McDaniels: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannndd here we go.

Brian Rentfro: Kick his ass, Lucious! KICK HIS ASS!!

Hunter gets to his feet, taking a defensive stance. Lucious grins as he looks on to the Viper, who waves him on. Lucious takes a moment, then breathes in deeply, drawing back a fist...

Brian Rentfro: HIT 'IM HIT 'IM HIT 'IM HIT 'IM HIT 'IM!!!

Jon McDaniels: Oh, come on, Luce...

Lucious throws his hand forward... and twists into a finger. He laughs as Hunter is caught off guard, Lucious sliding out of the ring. He grabs his NoK Trophy, starting around the ring.

Hunter Sullivan: YOU!! YOU FUCKING COWARD!!

Lucious laughs as "Fuck You" hits the PA, walking around to the entrance ramp. He starts up the ramp to mixed reaction from the crowd, Hunter stumbling to the ropes and cursing Starr.


Lucious stops at the top of the ramp, pointing to the trophy. He mouths "I've already won", then disappears backstage, leaving Hunter fuming in the ring as we cut into the next commercial.

Quick Results:
To face Justin Case is a scare
And the ref might as well not even be there
Hunter came in,
determined to win
So Justin knocked him out cold with a chair

Winner: Hunter Sullivan via DQ

Gonzo McQueen vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match

Gonzo is looking to keep his undefeated streak alive and the Crisis Ace is looking to keep the Winter of Bogard rolling. Who will succeed? Who's cuisine reigns supreme?

Gonzo starts off strong, but Bogard uses his experience advantage and manages to present the biggest challenge McQueen has faced to date. In a brilliant exhibition of chain wrestling, the likes of which haven't been seen since Bogard and Marco Dante had their 90 minute instant classic, Bogard takes control of the match. He bends McQueen in so many different ways that Gonzo vows never to eat pretzels again! However, whatever chemicals are surging through McQueen's body must make him impervious to pain, because he refuses to submit.

Bogard hits the Hero Time, but the referee isn't in position to count! Why? Because Fantastic Andy Strickland is standing on the ring apron, talking to him! Why? Because he's the distraction! Distraction for what? For the Phoenix to run in and clobber Bogard with the World title belt! The Phoenix pulls McQueen on top of Bogard and slides out of the ring! Fantastic Andy leaves! The ref counts! I'm way too excited!


Winner: Gonzo McQueen!

Silverback vs Lucy Starr

Singles Match

Silverback was pissed
He sought revenge for a loss
Lucy paid the price

Winner: Silverback

The Intercontinental Champion Speaks

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the 2011 Wrestler of the Year, he is the reigning PWA Intercontinental Champion…accompanied to the ring by Katrina, this is Matt Stone!”

Let Everybody See,
The future here in me
Just watch the wheel go 'round
I'll cheer as you go down!

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. Katrina walks behind him, clapping for him.

You're only smoke and mirrors
You're only smoke and mirrors
You're only smoke and mirrors
You're only smoke and mirrors to me!

Matt walks right to the ring and stops, allowing Katrina to walk ahead of him and up the steps and to the apron. Stone follows, checking her out as he does with a smirk on his face. Katrina sits on the middle rope and Stone gets in the ring, unhooking the Intercontinental championship from around his waist and holding it up high in the air. The crowd boos more, but Matt just relishes in the attention. Katrina takes the microphone from Eric after entering the ring and ushers him out. Matt’s theme dies out and Katrina begins to talk.

Jon McDaniel: “What does he want this week? He almost lost his championship last week, surely he’s not going to challenge someone else now.”

Brian Rentfro: “Weren’t you listening? Matt Stone is a fighting champion and he can take on anyone…and don’t call me Shirley!”

Katrina: “Hello Cleveland!”

The crowd booed, again, because we’re not in Cleveland.

Katrina: “Last week you all heard what Matt Stone had to say about the past in this company, now I ask that you all sit down, keep your mouths shut and have a listen to what he’s about to say about the future!”

Katrina hands the microphone off to Stone who get’s on the mic.

Matt: “Let me explain something to you people. You may not realize it now, but you are all witnessing a true star right now standing here in this ring. You can cheer me, you can boo me, at the end of the day it really doesn’t matter what any of you have to say, I am a true champion by every definition of the world. I may not be your World Champion right now, but I am the most competitive champion in this company right now. Robinson? He hasn’t defended that World title since winning it last month and Dallas Hoover/ Are you kidding me? That guy couldn’t win a pure wrestling match if a pizza depended on it. On top of that, not only am I the longest reigning PWA Intercontinental champion in history, I am, without a doubt, the best Intercontinental champion in history, and can’t nobody say a thing different with a straight face. To prove my point, I’m once again going to call out anyone in the back for an Intercontinental championship match, however this week there is a requirement. You must be a former World Champion.”

The crowd cheers, thinking they’re about to get a great match. No one comes out for a few seconds, then The Pink Panther Theme (Swing Cat Version) starts to play and out comes Scottie Snow.

Brian Rentfro: “Here’s the man that’s responsible for dethroning The Phoenix for one of his World title reigns, let’s see if he can do the same to Matt Stone.”

Jon McDaniel’s: “We don’t really think that’s going to happen, do we?”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt Stone wouldn’t allow Scottie to come out unless he thought he could give a good match.”

Stone handed the microphone and his championship belt to Katrina as referee Daniel Davis comes out as Scottie got in the ring. Stone had his back turned, talking to Katrina about something as she got out of the ring. Scottie looked ready for battle, Stone not so much, he still had his t-shirt on. The bell sounds and Stone nods, turning around and starting to take off his shirt, but Scottie charges at him full speed! Scottie’s body makes contact with Stone! Snow Plow! The champ is down! Scottie goes for the pin.

Brian Rentfro: “Stone asn’t ready!”



Thr-No! Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: “We almost had a new champion!”

Scottie gets to his feet, pumping up the crowd. Stone still had his shirt over his head as he started to get to his feet, holding his stomach. Scottie measures Stone and as Matt tries to pull his shirt down so he could see, Scottie catches him with a stiff kick to the midsection. Matt doubles over and Scottie grabs him, seeing him up for a pile driver. Wait, no he’s not, he’s going for the Panther Bomb! Scottie lifts Matt up off the mat, Stone’s shirt falling down in place as he’s flipped up and Matt immediately reaches down and gouges Scottie’s eyes, grabbing his head and adjusting his right knee in Scottie’s face before using all his wait to pull Scottie down face first on top of Matt’s knee!

Brian Rentfro: “C-c-c-c-combo Breaker!”

Stone shoots the half and hooks the outside leg.




The bell sounds and Matt rolls out of the ring, Katrina running over and handing him the Intercontinental championship.

Brian Rentfro: “Stone retains, I knew he would”

Jon McDaniel: “That was closer than I thought it would be”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt was in control the whole time.”

Jon McDaniel: “Sure he was.”

Dallas Hoover vs Leonard Luv

Non-Title Match

Dallas Hoover was doing just fine
Cause his title was not on the line
Then Leonard Luv came in
With a shit eating a grin
And won with Luv Potion #9

Winner: Leonard Luv