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


05-20-2012


Are You Ready?


We fade backstage now, and the smug look on Adrian Kalis’ face gives it away: it’s KALIS SEGMENT WHORE NIGHT! Step one, the first one!

Adrian Kalis: So can I trust you?

Camera turns, we see Adrian’s sister Maya smoking a cigarette and brushing her hair.

Maya: What is it now? I’m not babysitting your kid again so you and Melissa can go off on a fuck binge again.

She spins around.

Maya: I need my me time too, Adrian.

Taking note of the camera crew, Adrian rolls his eyes.

Adrian Kalis: No idiot. The thing we discussed? You know, the talent realignment?

Maya: Well d’uh, why do you think I’m dolling myself up? I wanna look good when I beat the shit out of that moron.

Adrian Kalis: Sure you up for it? I mean you don’t have to do it. I just don’t want to ask anyone in The Order to sully their hands with his nonsense, and I’m not about to bother when I already choked him out. So I mean…

Maya: So you ask me.

Adrian Kalis: Well you don’t do shit. You might as well be useful.

She scoffs.

Maya: Last time I ever babysit that snivelling baby of yours. Learn to wrap it up, Adrian.

Adrian Kalis: He’s your nephew. And you’re one to talk you fucking whore.

They both pause.

Maya: I’ll get it done. Love ya bro!

She high fives him.

Adrian Kalis: Love you too, Maya.

Adrian leans back and shakes his head, smiling.

Top Shelf Robbing


"Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys starts to play as our beloved leader and hero comes out to greet the fans.

President Robinson: This week has been a busy one for me, and in my rush to do everything that needed to be done, I made some hasty decisions. I'm not proud of these decisions, and I'm not going to say they weren't Yoohoo inflicted. Fortunately for me, I'm in a position to fix them.

President Robinson: Last week, in order to get Teresa Quaranta to put her AOWF World title on the line against me, I promised to put up a title of my own. She just never asked me which title that would be. And honestly, I never thought she'd believe I'd give in so quickly or so easily. But apparently she's a stupid cunt.

President Robinson: And, of course, that stupid cunt beat Bubba J and in doing so, won the PWA Global title that I'd put up. The thing is, the Global title is a title I created and made famous. It's all about being the best, not being a stupid cunt. As such, I've got no choice but to strip Teresa Quaranta of the PWA Global title until such time as she stops being such a stupid cunt.

And with that staggering use the word "cunt" on PWA television, our lord and savior leaves.

Thomas Manchester Black vs Scottie Snow

Singles Match


The piercing guitar riff of "Electric Worry" by Clutch blast over the PA system, as the lights street to flicker red.

"Well you made me weep
And you made me moan
When you caused me to leave, child
My happy home
But someday baby
You ain't 'bout worry my life

Anymore"

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

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

Eric Emerson: He is the self proclaimed "Best Wrestler In This Company"

"I get satisfaction
Everywhere I go
Where I lay my head
That's where I call home
Whether barren pines,
Or the mission stare,
Take tomorrow's collar
And give em back the glare"

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

Eric Emerson: This is THOMAS MANCHESTER BLACK!

"Bang Bang Bang Bang
Vámonos, Vámonos
Bang Bang Bang
Vámonos Vámonos"

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent... Making his way to the ring, he is from Memphis TN, standing in at a five foot ten inches tall, weighing in at a 215 pounds........SCOTTIE SNOW!!!

The familiar intro of the Pink Panther theme starts to play as the arena lights dim slightly. Scottie ?The Panther? Snow runs out to the top of the entrance ramp, does a bad kung fu pose, then high tails it to the ring.

DING DING DING!

Black doesn't hesitate on the attack and nearly takes Scottie’s head off with a vicious Yakuza kick. Snow flips over and lands on his stomach as the bigger Black starts to stalk him. TMB lifts Snow up and is about to fling him into the corner, when Scottie surprises him by firing a few kicks to the thighs dropping the big one to one knee. Snow bounces off the ropes and nails a front kick to Black’s face himself. Black’s head snaps back and the big man just stares at Snow. Scotties hits the ropes one more time and leaps in the air. He plants both feet right into TMB’s face. Black timbers back onto the mat as Scottie looks surprised. Scottie starts to put the boots to Black trying to keep the bigger man down! The crowd is more shocked then Scottie about how he is able to keep Black down!

Brian Rentfro: I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

Jon McDaniel: Scottie Snow is going to win this match.

Brian Rentfro: Hold on…I think Scottie just woke Black up.

Black shoots a hand up and wraps it around Snow’s neck with a death grip. Scottie increases the boot shoots on Black, but he won’t let it go. Black works his way up to one knee and Scottie is still firing shot after shot. A well placed Elbow shot busts Black open but the big man won’t let go. The big man finally makes his way back to both feet and starts to lift Snow off the ground! Black gets Snow a good amount off his feet before choke slamming him into the corner !

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

Brian Rentfro: That is some scary strength right there Jon.

Jon McDaniel: That’s always been the thing about Black when he is focus he has monster like skills in that ring. But that all depends on which Black shows up at match time

Snow staggers out and is thrown back into the corner. Black starts to fire lefts and rights. With each shot, the blood flies off his forehead. Short Arm clothesline into the corner and Black steps back to allow Snow to walk out. As soon as Snow gets 2 steps out of the corner, Black blasts him with a stiff European Uppercut! Black wipes the blood from his eyes and nails a boot to the mid section. Black runs past Snow and rebounds off the ropes, hitting a diving clothesline to the back of Snow’s head. Black stands up and turns towards Snow and seems to be waving him to get up. TMB slowly stalks Scottie as the former World Champion gets to his knees…

Crowd: BRANCHES OF SINS!!!! BRANCHES OF SINS!!!

Snow spins around and Black nails him with the Branches of Sins!!! Black drops to his knees and just stares at Snow before making the cover.

Ref: 1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!!

Eric Emerson: Your winner of this match …THOMAS MANCHESTER BLACK!!!!

Black rips his hand away from the ref and turns towards Scottie Snow.

Brian Rentfro: NO!!!!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t like where this is about to go.

Rings hands are helping Snow up as Black pushes past them and nails another Branches of Sins!!! He smiles at the laid out Snow before dropping down and rolling out of the ring. He grins all the way back up as EMTs rush past him to check on Snow.

The Order is in the House

Harry Taught me how to Write Segments 1


We come in on a shot of an empty hallway, or at least it was empty before Matt Stone turned a corner. He has the Grizzly Beer championship over his shoulder and as soon as the crowd sees him, they boo. Does he care? Of course not. Matt walks passed a few stage hands talking amongst themselves, however they stop as he approaches. He notices and looks at them for a moment.

Matt: ‘Talking about me, are we?”

One of them shakes his head no, Stone doesn’t buy it.

Matt: “You want something to talk about chubby? Watch me go out there and show the world just who the hell I am!”

Stone walks passed them shaking his head as he gets to his locker room, complete with his name and everything, how cool is that? He glances down at the ring on his finger, reminiscing for a moment. Matt opens the door and stops, seeing someone inside. The camera moves and we see Elizabeth Davis sitting on a chair, with a chair in front of her, facing the opposite direction. Her arms and legs are crossed and he doesn’t look too happy. Matt looks slightly nervous.

Matt: “Liz…I…”

He’s cut off

Liz: “Come, sit. We need to talk.”

Matt: “I’ve got a big night to get ready for…”

Liz: “You have time, close the door behind you.”

Matt nods and walks in, closing the door. We linger on his door.

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like Matt’s got some ‘splainin to do”

Brian Rentfro: “Grow up, that’s none of your business”

Pike vs Mason Harrell

Singles Match


Mason and Pike stare each other down in the middle if the ring as the bell sounds, Pike looking up into the eyes of his opponent. Mason brings down a hard chop on Pike’s chest and backs him up, Pike runs at Mason and is met with a foot to the face. Mason drops an elbow on Pike, then lifts him up and slams him down to the mat. Mason hits the ropes and jumps in the air for a splash, but Pike rolls out of the way. Pike gets up quick and dashes to the ropes, catching Mason in the head with a low dropkick. Pike kicks Mason’s ribs and mounts his back, grabbing at his head and pulling back for a camel clutch

Pike pulls back on Mason’s head for a few seconds before Harrell starts to get on his feet and falls backwards, landing on Pike. Pike releases Mason and the big man rolls to the right and gets to his feet. Pike struggles to his feet, and he’s grabbed from behind and tossed backwards with a half nelson suplex. Mason goes for a cover, but Pike kicks out at two. Mason gets to his feet and pulls up Pike and looks to get him in a German Suplex, but Pike counters and catches Mason in the head with an elbow. Pike gets a quick kick on the inside of Mason’s right leg, then grabs his head and hits Mason with a ddt. Pike gets a cover for a two count.

Pike gets to his feet and sends a kick at Mason’s head, then lifts him up a bit and hit’s another DDT on the big man. Pike goes for another cover and gets the same two count as before. Pike gets to his feet and calls for Mason to as well. Pike charges at Mason, but Harrell counters with a drop toe hold. When Pike gets up, Mason springboards off the middle rope and goes to drive his knee into Pike’s face, but Pike catches him! Pike, with his big arms around the torso of Harrell, squeezes him with a bear hug. He starts to toss Mason from side to side and he constricts the breathing of Harrell.

Mason gouges Pike;s eyes, forcing Pike to resale him and Mason hits the ropes, coming back for a clothesline, however Pike catches him with a hard kick to the midsection and grabs his head, driving it down to the mat with his finisher, Chaired. Pike rolls Mason over for the cover and gets the 3.

Winner: Pike

Getting Ready


Maya can be seen walking somewhere in the arena, passing by a few fans who’re out of their seats at concession stands getting hot dogs, burgers and of course- merchandise. Maya walks up to such a stand and lingers for a moment, debating what to buy.

Maya: I’ll take… That one!

She eagerly points to a PWA Television Championship replica belt, all smiles. The man behind the counter obliges.

Vendor: That’ll be $160 please.

Maya: Pfffft. Hashtag are you serious bro?

Vendor: What?

Maya forks over the cash and rips the belt from his hands.

Maya: Just give me the stupid belt, it’s not my money anyways.

She grabs it, and holding it from the belt plate in her right hand walks off down the hall.

Cody Bogard vs Justin Case

Singles Match


These two men started out quickly by locking up, only to see Justin get behind Cody with a side headlock, but that didn’t last long as Bogard shoved Justin off towards the ropes, ducked down to avoid contact on Justin’s first rebound and Cody flipped him over on his back with a deep arm drag on the second try. The two kept up a quick pace, seeing things like a flying forearm from Cody Bogard off the top rope and a snap ddt that brought about a two count. Case was able to mount his own offense after that, hitting Bogard with a hard brain buster. Case also locked Bogard in a deep arm bar, but Cody was able to make it to the ropes for the break. After that, Justin tried to stay on the advantage by running to the ropes, hitting Cody with a springboard moon Sault that got him a close two count. Trying to pick up Bogard to keep the pressure on, Cody reversed and got a stiff kick on Justin’s outside leg before setting him up and connecting with the Rage of the Dragon. Justin was able to kick out at two. Cody tries to keep the pressure up, but Case counters with an uppercut and doubles Cody over with a kick to the midsection, picking up and quickly dropping him down on his head with the Game Over. Rather than going for the cover, Case picks up Bogard and hooks him up, lifting him up and dropping him straight on his knee, Bogard being laid out with Just 2 Talented. Justin goes for the cover now and gets the win.

Winner: Justin Case

He Isn't Ready


Just as the bell sounds “Hard Victory” by DJ Pablo hits. Bogard and Case turn their attention to see who’s coming.

Brian Rentfro: Wait a minute, I know whose theme this is…

Maya Kalis steps out and waves to the fans, licking her lips and smiling with a microphone in her hand. However over her shoulder is the PWA Television Championship.

Maya: That’s right Case. Do you think you’re the only one with a couple of hundred bucks in the back?

Bogard just smiles and rolls out of the ring, and Maya blows him a friendly kiss as he walks by, and it’s now Maya begins walking down the entrance ramp.

Maya: See I could be like you, and now claim myself PWA Television Champion. Why not? I mean my belt is as real as yours. Isn’t it?

She pauses, Case doesn’t seem too amused by this.

Maya: But I’m not a fake motherfucker. So. Here’s the deal.

Maya hands off the title to a young girl at ringside and pats the child on her head, and the crowd cheers.

Maya: I’m not out here to pretend to want to take your fake title. Whatever gets you through the night, Case. I’m here to say I’m back in the PWA. I’m not Order of Chaos, I’m me Case. And I figure the best way to get noticed is to take on the most talented, legacarious motherfucker there is.

She winks, and then points to Case.

Maya: That’s you, Justin.

She turns around and begins leaving.

Maya: Yours truly will see you at Rampage.

“Hard Victory” hits again and Maya walks up all smiles, Case just nods and smirks.

Organ Donors


The AoWF and PWA tag team champions are caught traipsing through the halls and ambushed by intrepid coward, Bud Adams. Unfortunately Lisa, who traditionally does all the talking bits for her team, doesn’t look in a very giving mood. Never the less, Bud bites the bullet and steps into their way.

Bud Adams: Lisa, Anna, tonight you defend your belts for the very first time against the one time champion’s Hell and High Water.

Bud pauses just to check if the champions want to interject, but short of an obnoxious bubble gum pop from Lisa, neither of them have anything to say.

Bud Adams: The former champions had some harsh words for you toward the end of this week’s exchange. Particularly for you, Lisa. Tell me, how is that going to affect you going into tonight’s defence? Especially since this is the first time in over a month since you won the belts that you’ll actually have to defend them.

Bud keeps heaping points on but other than a few how can I make this Fuckrash go away exchanges between Lisa and Anna, it doesn’t seem they’re that interested. Eventually though, Lisa sighs and pulls the mic away from him.

Lisa Seldon: If I say something will you go away?

Bud’s expression is blank but he gives her a nod.

Bud Adams: Yes.

Another sigh from Lisa.

Lisa Seldon: Fine.

She clears her throat.

Lisa Seldon: Starr, you didn't climb back into title contention. You were thrust into it after every other team pissed off into the night, leaving you to fuckers to bite the bullet. Which is neither brave, smart nor signifying a great heart, but a great argument to entitle you both for a Darwin Award, right up there with man attempting to stop train with face. Because the fact of the matter is, you've got about as much chance of finishing this match as anything other than a flesh puddle, as you do of ever getting anywhere near Anna here when she's not contractually obligated to break all your bones and win all the matches.

Bud takes a step back out of shot as Lisa dumps a torrent of words on his head. Anna meanwhile clearly doesn’t care at all and wonders off.

Lisa Seldon: Danielson, I'm not on a downturn, you're on a downturn, your life is a downturn. You wake up everyday, peel back your crusted sheets, hit the gym and train yourself to the peek of mediocrity. Then you go home, check the mail and realised no one cares or even noticed you're gone. Then you sit in your studio apartment, watch re-runs of yourself getting fucked over time and time again, masturbate recklessly and then you cry into the night when you get a call and realise the only person in the world who even cares you're alive is fucking Shadow Starr - the one man alive who could give you a run for your money in a most blatant waste of life contest - and the only work he can find for you is in a match to replace the Cowgirls, who were too shit scared to get the ring and have both their flapping great pussies forcefully removed and rearranged by hand.

Anna Mathews returns into the background with popcorn. Where did she find popcorn? Anywhere, stupid. It’s a fucking arena.

Lisa Seldon: That's your life, dickwad, that's what you are. You're a sad, pointless, pathetic mess of a human being, who's only redeeming feature is being a vast collection of organs no one is going to miss. Meaning I can happily to hit you so hard that you explode into a great big ball of blood and still sleep easy knowing, that the only difference I made to the world has been minable at best.

Lisa, tired of Bud hovering around her, snatches the mic out his hand.

Lisa Seldon: About the best thing you could do at this point is sign up to be an organ donor, because at least then someone, somewhere can farm you for parts, and make a far greater use of them than you ever could, you vile, stupid nobody.

Lisa turns back to Bud.

Lisa Seldon: No go away from me, smelly little man.

Bud reaches out for his microphone, only for Lisa to drop it on the floor, like a dick. Lisa then pushes past him, allowing Bud to dust himself off and gather his mic off the ground. He then turns to give us the send off, but is startled by Anna who is now standing maybe an inch from his face. No words are exchanged, but Anna does jam the popcorn tub over his head and then walks off herself, leaving Bud to wrap up the scene, all while looking like a colossal tit. Needless to say, it’s a quick send off.

Bud Adams: Uh… yeah. Back to you at ringside.

Adrian Kalis vs Virgil Keenan

Singles Match


Virgil Keenan vs Adrian Kalis

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing REBEL Pro!
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.*

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Virgil storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Virgil’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: VIRGIL KEENAN!!!!

*Virgil walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Keenan's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Virgil 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.*

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association!

The lights in the arena dim, with only the sounds of a long winded whooooooosh before "The Pretender" by Foo Fighters hits.

DING DING

Adrian Kalis steps out, decked in black gi pants with The Order of Chaos emblem laced onto the left leg, with a matching sleeveless black hoody. He sways back and forth to the drumline of the song as the crowd goes nuts.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Montreal, Quebec! Weighing in at 210 pounds and standing in at an even 6 feet tall!

Adrian Kalis moves around quickly on the stage, throwing out fierce kicks with his shins and elbow strikes into the air as he continues to move back and forth to the beat.

Eric Emerson: He is THE GENERAL of The Order of Chaos!

The crowd begins an "ALL HAIL!" chant as Adrian Kalis goes for a forward thrust kick, stretching his left leg out as far as it can go and straightening his body before slowly turning on his right foot then dropping into a fighting stance, his fists clenched and his right arm stretched out with his left arm cocked back. Pyros go off all around him, creating a red streaming arch which completely blinds us to Adrian Kalis.

Eric Emerson: He is... ADRIAN KALIS!

Adrian Kalis flies out of the arch of pyros into the air with his knees to his chest, his arms stretched out as the cameras flash! As he lands, fireworks explode in quick succession behind him. He jumps up once more and pumps his fist, before throwing his hoody off and chucking it to a fan at ringside. He grabs his shoulder length hair and pulls it back as he runs towards the ring and jumps from the ground, right over the top rope and flips himself into the ring. He lands on one knee, his other knee to his chest and his right fist to the canvas with his left arm stretched out behind him. Upon the moment of impact, fireworks explode from all four corners of the ring. He jumps to his feet and bobs and sways back and forth a bit more before coming to a stop. He stomps his right foot down, slaps his chest with his right hand and then gives out a fascist Order of Chaos style salute to the crowd who all stand in unison, saluting him back.

DING DING DING

Virgil starts the offense with a European uppercut, Adrian stumbles back from it into the corner turnbuckle. He follows it up with a running knee lift into Adrian’s face. Keenan comes back for another strike but Adrian ducks and rolls away from him. Adrian is quickly up, hits a spinning heel kick to Virgil which sends Keenan into the corner turnbuckle. Adrian rushes Virgil into the corner, running his shoulder into Virgil’s ribs. Virgil grabs onto him and begins bashing his elbow over the back of Adrian’s head. Adrian flips forward, sliding free, his legs wrap around Virgils neck as he hangs upside down. Virgil runs forward with Adrian locked around him and goes for a reverse piledriver but Adrian flips himself up then kicks himself away from Virgil by kicking his shoulders and then hitting a sit out face buster.

Jon McDaniel: Interesting back and forth.

Brian Rentfro: I normally wouldn’t say this, but I hope Adrian smashes his ugly face again and again.

Adrian gets to his feet as does Virgil.

Jon McDaniel: Why wouldn’t you normally say that?

Virgil charges at Adrian. They begin a grapple power struggle, but it seems almost fruitless as both men are evenly matched. Yet Keenan with a knee goes for Adrian’s chest, but Adrian masterfully blocks it with his knee. Adrian tries to headbutt Keenan, but Keenan easily twists his head around to avoid it. Out of no where Keenan with a surge of energy and power overtakes Adrian and locks him up, taking him down with a northern lights suplex.

Jon McDaniel: Masterfully done.

Brian Rentfro: Whoa! Someone from REBEL Pro who can do a SUPLEX!

Adrian quickly rolls and gets to his feet, springboard moonsault on Keenan as he gets to his feet, taking both of them down. Adrian grabs Keenan by the legs and locks in an Indian Death Lock. He begins to apply and release pressure, teasing Keenan almost but Keenan refuses to tap out. Adrian now keeps the pressure on the hold, smirking as he tells Keenan to just give in.

Jon McDaniel: Considering that’s where Keenan suffered an injury earlier this year, smart play by Adrian.

Brian Rentfro: YEAH! PWA! FUCK YEAH!

Adrian has Keenan writhing in pain, but the spirit of Virgil Keenan is unquestionably strong. Keenan makes a grab for the bottom rope, and latches on. Adrian doesn’t let go of the hold.

1!

Adrian keeps it on.

2!!

3!!!

4!!!

Finally Adrian lets go and gets away from Keenan. The Kalis picks Keenan up by the neck but Keenan charges his shoulder into Adrian, double underhooks his arms and hits a back breaker that stuns both the crowd and Adrian. Keenan covers.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Adrian rolls away and gets to his feet as does Keenan now. Adrian with a thrust kick lands hard against Keenans ribs. Another to Keenans thigh, but Keenan moves away from the thrust kick coming for his head and grabs Adrian by the leg and slams him to the canvas. Keenan quickly now with a Boston Crab on The Kalis and moves him to the middle of the ring. Adrian writhes in pain, trying to use his leg strength to escape but to no avail. He realizes he’s stuck in the center of the ring with no escape.

Brian Rentfro: I wanna say TAP! Cause he’s a stupid Kalis. But I wanna say DON’T TAP! Cause Keenan is a stupid stupid.

Jon McDaniel: You’re so biased.

Brian Rentfro: Worse, you’re so objective.

Adrian begins crawling with his hands out, using his upper body strength to slowly move towards the ropes. But Keenan pulls back and then reapplies the pressure, having snared Adrian nicely in a well applied Boston Crab. Adrian pushes up with his hands, which makes the pressure from the crab that much more unbearable. But he moves towards the ropes and with a last mad dash grabs onto the bottom rope in time. Keenan lets go and makes sure he doesn’t relent, grabbing Adrian by the hair and lifting him to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: I smell disaster for the young Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: Boooooooo!!!

Keenan lifts Adrian up for a stalled suplex, holding him high up for everyone to see. But Adrian slips out of it, spins Keenan around and kicks him in the gut. Out of no where Adrian with the MASADRIVER! Adrian quickly covers, hooking the leg.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, ADRIAN KALIS!!!!

Adrian has his arm raised and scoffs at Virgil Keenan as he leaves the ring, slapping the hands of fans as he makes his way up the entrance ramp. Keenan looks around and shakes his head.

A Ring of Truth

Harry Taught me how to Write Segments 2


We’re back at Stone’s dressing room, the door is still closed. Asian reporter Tricia…I mean Toshi Yang Is standing outside, looking at the camera

Toshi: “I’m hopping to get word with Matt Stone before his big match tonight with Crown Jewel Marvin Wood. I will now knock on door to see him”

Before Toshi can knock, the door swings open, almost knocking Yang down as Stone busts out.

Matt: “You know what Liz? Fine, do whatever you want! I don’t need you either, I can do everything on my own, thank for nothing though, you’ve been super!”

Stone walks passed Toshi without even glancing over.

Toshi: “Wait Matt, I…”

Stone is already around the corner at this point. Not to be without a story, Toshi heads into his room where Elizabeth is standing, visibly upset. She’s looking down at her right hand, where the ring that Stone was wearing earlier is now. She clasps her hand over it, looking up as Toshi approaches

Toshi: “Miss Davis, what was that about?”

Elizabeth wipes her eyes before storming off, mumbling something about a jackass. She meant Toshi and not Matt, I’m sure. Toshi just stands there without a scoup in Matt’s dressing room, but he does decide that taking a can of Pepsi out of the fridge before leaving is a good idea. Pepsi, the choice of a New Generation.

Brian Rentfro: "Rough start to Stone's night, I'd say"

Jon McDaniel: "And it's about to get worse, he's still got two matches tonight."

Hell & High Water vs Dodo-A-Gogo ©

Tag Title Match


Joshua Danielson steps forward for his team while Lisa makes forward for hers and walks right up to Danielson to enjoy the fact that she actually has a slight height advantage. Joshua looks annoyed and that doesn’t get any better when Lisa puts her hand straight up and offers him a test of strength. Joshua actually considers it and reaches up, but instead kicks her in the stomach. Joshua then moves to one side and spins her arm into a Wristlock.

Jon McDaniel: Lisa trying to have some fun and games at Danielson’s expense but I don’t think she should be taking either of these men lightly.

Brian Rentfro: Really Jon? Reeeally?

Joshua gives the hold another spin to further tweak her arm but that’s as far as he gets before Lisa rolls over onto her back and then kips up to her feet again. Lisa then spins under the hold to come face to face with him, smacks him across the jaw with an elbow to loosen his grip and then spins again into a Legsweep that drops him to the mat. Lisa pops right back up and leaps into a jumps into a Double Stomp that catches nothing but the mat as Danielson rolls out the way. Danielson then tries for a sweep of his own but Lisa jumps out of the way of it and then moves back as Danielson rolls to his feet after her, leaps into a Dropkick and hits nothing but air as Lisa pushes round to his side.

Brian Rentfro: That was a dick move. Not that I’m surprised.

Danielson gets the wind knocked out of him but pushes right back up and at Lisa. Lisa uses it against him though and drops, catching him with a Drop Toe-Hold that hangs Danielson over the second rope and sets up Anna to race in and obliterate him with a foot in the side of the head.

Jon McDaniel: Joshua constantly going after her but it looks like he’s got both the Dodos to contend with now.

Brian Rentfro: Starr is making a move.

Lisa makes the tag to Anna and then flies across the ring and connects with a Yakuza Kick that sends him crashing through the rail. Meanwhile Anna gets Joshua up and pushes him at Lisa, who connects with a blistering combination of lefts and rights before sticking a Straight Kick in his chest that sends him back to Anna. Anna then leaps up, sticks her knees in his back and drags him into Lung Blower. Joshua lands hard, bouncing off Anna’s knees and sitting forward, just as Lisa charges in and rips a kick across his chest. Lisa then slips out of the ring while Anna secures a pin.


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Jon McDaniel: Starr in to break it up but Anna ducks out and lets him drop on his own partner!

Starr takes a second to apologise before being caught off guard with a Dropkick in the knee from Lisa. Anna meanwhile rolls behind Starr, hits the ropes and then comes in from behind with the Bakatare Sliding Kick in the back of his head, wiping him out.

Jon McDaniel: And down goes the Volitionary Champion.

Starr rolls to the outside as Lisa helps him with rest of the way with a Baseball Slide. Anna meanwhile hits the ropes, bounces up onto the second and crushes Joshua with a Lionsault for another quick fall.


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Jon McDaniel: And this time Danielson frees himself.

Anna gets Joshua up and whips him at the ropes to Lisa, only to see her brought down by Starr who sweeps a leg and drops her jaw first onto the ring frame. Anna gets taken off guard, allowing Joshua to drop and take her out with a shot below the knees. Joshua then scrambles to his corner just as Starr gets there for the tag.

Jon McDaniel: And now Lucious Starr steps into the action.

Brian Rentfro: I’d hardly call anything he does action.

Anna gets up and staggers into Starr, who gets there first, lifts her up and then drops her onto his knee with an Atomic Drop. Joshua meanwhile steps up, throws out a leg and rips through her with a Superkick that snaps back her head as Starr holds her in place. Starr then lets her fall as he rolls her into a pin.

Jon McDaniel: Anna ate all the impact off that kick!

Brian Rentfro: She’s out.


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Jon McDaniel: Anna kicks out!

Lisa slides under the bottom rope but Danielson drops down on top of her and hammers away with rights and lefts at her back. Danielson then kicks her back to the outside and then rolls to the apron himself, allowing Starr to make the tag back and keep the action flowing.

Jon McDaniel: Hell & High Water finally finding their rhythm.

Brian Rentfro: They’ll lose it.

Danielson whips Anna to the ropes and Starr follows, hitting them right after her and charging in with a Clothesline that rattles the back of her head, just as Danielson leaps up and cracks her with a Dropsault.

Brian Rentfro: And again the two of them put Anna down!

Danielson jumps on the cover and Starr slides with a Dropkick on Lisa.


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Jon McDaniel: She kicks out!

Lisa tries to pull Starr to the outside, only to get kicked into the rail for her troubles. Starr then steps out, only to instantly tag back in again. Danielson then makes his way to the apron and takes position while waiting for Starr to get Anna into the air.

Brian Rentfro: He’s moving in behind her.

Jon McDaniel: They’re looking for Hell and High Water?

Brian Rentfro: What kind of idiots name their finisher the same as their team? Lazy, stupid idiots, that’s who.

Jon McDaniel: Thanks for clearing that up, Brian.

Starr pushes Anna up onto his shoulders and Danielson prepares to jump, but Lisa gets there first on the adjacent ropes. Oblivious, Danielson leaps up for the dive, only for Lisa to head him off by throwing herself into the air, twisting and bringing him hard into the mat with a Super Hurricanrana. Starr meanwhile has problems of his own as Anna folds back, taking him off his feet and slamming him straight down into the mat with an Inverted Hurricanrana of her own.

Jon McDaniel: What a counter from both of them!

Starr rolls over onto his knees and slumps dead, only to be wiped out by Lisa who steps up both feet onto his face and rides it down, crushing him to the mat. Anna meanwhile looks a little woozy as she gets up, but that doesn’t stop her putting a leg into Lisa’s hands, who gives her a push into the air, allowing her to connect with a beautiful Phoenix Splash, right off the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Anna crushes Starr! And now she’s on top!


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Brian Rentfro: No!

Jon McDaniel: Danielson slaps past Lisa and breaks the count!

Danielson tries to get to his feet but Lisa steps in and cracks his ribs with a foot in the side. Anna then gets after him and tries to send him to the floor, but Danielson turns it around and sends her crashing down to ringside in his place. Lisa meanwhile whips Starr into a corner and heads after him, only for Danielson to gut off the ring and blow through her with a Spear.

Jon McDaniel: Danielson puts Anna down first and then takes out Lisa!

Brian Rentfro: He’s clearly the lesser of two awfuls.

Anna hops up to the ropes for a Springboard on Danielson, but Starr staggers into position, throws up and arm and clubs her out of midair with a Clothesline. Danielson meanwhile rolls Lisa out to the floor and then drops into his corner for a breather, giving Starr the ring. Starr then sets her up for a Suplex.

Jon McDaniel: Could be time for Hell’s Wrath!

Danielson draws a thumb across his throat and then halls Anna into the air, only for her to fight back by smashing him in the head with a knee, causing him to lose his grip and drop her to the mat again. Anna hangs on to his arm though and spins it around the back of his head before lashing out and digging her foot into his chest.

Brian Rentfro: Heart Kick!

Starr clutches his chest and falls back to his corner for the tag. Unfortunately for him Anna reaches hers just a second after, and as Danielson crosses the ring Lisa leaps the ropes and cuts him off with a Yakuza Kick.

Jon McDaniel: Both teams with the tag but it’s Lisa who scores first!

Danielson bounces off the ropes and comes out swinging, but Lisa slips through them and scores a knee in his gut to double him over. Lisa then arches up a leg and brings it down hard across the back of his head.

Jon McDaniel: Lisa with the Axe Kick and Danielson collapses to the mat!

Lisa turns just in time to avoid a Clothesline from Starr. He then turns and walks right into a heel as Lisa snaps back and throws a Superkick into his jaw. Starr staggers on the spot but doesn’t go down, allowing Lisa to stick a foot into his chest and flip into a Moonsault on Danielson.

Jon McDaniel: Starr falls into the ropes!

Brian Rentfro: Lisa on the cover!


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Jon McDaniel: Danielson jumps out at two!

Starr staggers out of the corner just as Lisa gets to her feet and leaps up for a Hurricanrana, but Starr hangs on, drags her back into the air and then slams her with a Powerbomb across Danielson’s outstretched knee.

Jon McDaniel: Lisa trying to control both men but she can’t keep them both down!

Brian Rentfro: I’ve got 50 bucks that say otherwise.

Starr falls into the ropes and drops Anna with an elbow before she can get involved. Danielson meanwhile gets Lisa up to her feet and cracks her with an elbow before pushing her into Starr who ties up a Waistlock.

Jon McDaniel: Now they’re going for the Damned!

Lisa tries to block it but Starr tosses her overhead with ease, only for Lisa to leap right out of it and land on her feet behind him. Starr gets up and charges after her, only to miss Lisa and then be low-bridged by Anna, sending him head over heels and out to the floor. Lisa turns around to go after Danielson, only to walk right into a kick in the gut before Danielson spikes her with a DDT.

Brian Rentfro: He rolls her into the pin.


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Jon McDaniel: Lisa kicks out!

Danielson thumps the mat but quickly pulls himself together and gets Lisa up. He then steps in behind and pulls her up onto his shoulders.

Jon McDaniel: The Punishment!

Brian Rentfro: From the Punisher?

Jon McDaniel: Good a person as any.

Danielson reaches up but Lisa shrugs him off and then sticks a horrid series of elbows into the top of his head. Lisa then drops behind him and pushes him at Anna, who throws up a leg and cracks him in the side of the head. Danielson then falls back to Lisa, who tosses him up onto her shoulders.

Brian Rentfro: Inverted Fireman’s Carry.

Jon McDaniel: Danielson’s size gives him a lot of advantages in the ring, but it certainly isn’t helping him here!

Lisa holds Danielson up as Anna clambers to the top-rope, leaps and comes down on Danielson with a Double Stomp. Anna then springs back, twisting in midair as she flips out of the ring with a corkscrew 630 Senton into Starr on the floor, causing the fans to jump to their feet.

Jon McDaniel: Slash and Burn!

Brian Rentfro: Lisa still has Danielson up!

The stomp almost puts Lisa off balance, but she holds him up long enough to step back into the centre of the ring, spin Danielson off her shoulders and splatter him off the canvas with a Leg-Cradle Michinoku Driver.

Jon McDaniel: Anna with the Slash and Burn! Lisa with the Tequila Slammer!

Brian Rentfro: Number 4 to be specific.

Jon McDaniel: He’s out of it!

Lisa hangs onto him for the pin.


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DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: They’ve done it!

Brian Rentfro: Well duh.

Lisa pushes Danielson away and gets to her feet while Anna slides back into the ring.

Eric Emerson: Here are your winners… and STILL PWA World Tag Team Champions… DODO-A-GOGO!

Lisa jumps back to her feet and meets Anna who raises both their hands. Meanwhile the referee returns, burdened under a shitload of belts. Outside the ring Starr helps Danielson to his feet and the two drag their way back up the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: Well the challengers gave it their all, but once again Dodo-A-Gogo are left holding the belts.

We finish with a shot of Lisa and Anna specifically, holding far too many titles to be convenient. I hope she has someone to carry those.

Matt Stone vs Marvin Wood

WTM Finals


Marvin Wood enters the arena, first, looking as focused as ever. His facial expression tells one that he is prepared for the long haul. Next, Matt Stone enters. He is not accompanied by Katrina, Elizabeth or any member of the Order of Chaos. As the referee checks each man for foreign objects, and before the bell has rung, the two solmenly stare at each other, prepared to mould destiny in their favour. The referee returns to the centre of the ring and calls for the bell. It promptly rings.

Neither man is in any rush. Stone stretches his wrists for a while, and Marvin simply stands sotically in the opposite corner, as the audience rumbles and encourages the two men to get down to business. Matt is the first of the two to move and walks a few feet towards the centre of the ring. Marvin stretches his neck and walks to the adjacent ropes, bounces of them once and looks face-to-face with his opponent. Matt gestures for Marvin to come at him. Marvin walks towards Matt, but does not rush. Matt appears as if he is going to attempt to grab Marvin, whilst Marvin is more concerned with feeding a leg or any other body part, so that he can quickly turn this into a mat wrestling contest, where he believes he has the advantage.

Matt dives for a leg, but Marvin immediately drops to his knees and grabs a front face lock. Matt spins out of it into a hammerlock, before his opponent rolls around on his shoulders, stands up and counters into a hammerlock of his own, whilst standing. Matt attempts to grab a leg, but fails. He spins around and attempts a drop toe hold. Slowly, 'The Nomadic Sage' falls to the mat. But, as 'The Straight Shooter' goes for a headlock, Marvin quickly slips out of the “back door” and to his feet. With Matt on his knees, Marvin looks down at him and grins.

Matt gets to his feet, and – rather surprisingly – offers his arm for some sort of submission hold. Marvin tentatively walks over to him. He appears to be considering what sort of hold he will attempts. But then, he instead uses the arm to position Matt for some knees to the gut. After the third one, Matt is doubled over on the mat. Marvin pulls his opponent's head up with a cravatte, releases and hits a couple of kicks. But, Matt catches the third and gets to his feet with the leg still in his grasp. The audience begin to stir. Matt, with an expression of intensity on his face, throws the leg down and immediately uses forearm smashes to the face of his opponent, sending his opponent reeling. Marvin stomps around the ring, and attempts a back fist shot, but Matt ducksand connects with some more forearm smashes. He then uses a strong fireman's carry to take his opponent down to the mat, where he applies a face lock to the same face that he has been smashing.

Marvin grabs at the hands of Stone, attempting to break his grip, but fails to do so. Matt pulls back, harder, forcing his opponent to temporarily surrender countering the hold. Then, Marvin musters his strength together and forces his opponent's hands up, so that they are further up his face and a little bit looser. He then shuffles on to his knees. And then, his feet, before beginning to turn around and attempting to counter into an overhead wristlock. It appears as if Marvin has the momentum of the hold going his way, but Matt catches him in a side headlock. After a few short seconds, Marvin grabs a waistlock, rolls onto his side and presses Matt's shoulders to the mat. For a two count. Matt rolls back over and back into the use of the side headlock. 'The Crown Jewel' has no choice but to exert energy, trying to get back to his feet. He eventually manages to do so. Matt attempts a headlock takedown, to return things to their former state, but – as soon as the move is completed – Marvin catches him off-guard with the headscissors.

Marvin pins Matt's left arm down to prevent him from rolling over to his front. Seeing no other alternative, Matt musters all of his strength and energy to counter the grip on his arm. He attempts once, but fails. He attempts for a second time, and comes very close. But, he attempts for a third time, and still does not succeed. He slaps the mat in frustration. Then, he comes up with an idea. He grabs Marvin's hand with his other hand, which is also free, and gradually is able to manipulate it so that he is clasping Marvin's right hand. Marvin drops his base from the strength of his left arm, in order to make the test of strength a 2-on-2 affair. But, this lapse in balance allows Matt to roll over, nintety degrees in two dimensions and into a tight pinning combination on Wood. Marvin rolls over backwards in order to counter, but Matt keeps hold of Marvin's arm in a reverse hammerlock, slips his head under his armpit, lifts and bridges into a northern lights suplex.

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Marvin rolls his shoulder out, but straight back into his opponent's clutches, who twists his left arm into a Kimura. Marvin immediately reacts to this deadly submission hold, writhing in pain...and, his adrenaline gets him straight back onto his feet, where he charges Matt into the turnbuckle. Matt releases the hold at the moment that he makes contact with the turnbuckle; Marvin shakes his arm off, a bit, before connecting with a few kicks to the abdomen of his opponent. He breaks before the referee can reach a count of five. The referee asks both men whether they can continue: they both say that they can. Marvin then immediately moves back in to the corner, drops to his knees, and connects with hard forearm smashes to the face of his opponent. With the arm that is hurt, of course, which just so happens to be his dominant right arm.

Marvin rags his opponent out of the ring with a crevatte, and then snapmares him onto the mat. Thereafter, 'the Purist' executed a face lock on his downed opponent, twisting the face as far around to the right as possible, whilst keeping the body in as much of a motionless position as possible. Matt is clearly shocked by the pain, and writhes around before he is able to think rationally of how to counter it. He isn't given any chance to make an attempt, however, as Marvin connects with some crossface strikes to the face of his opponent.He then connects with a knee to the back of his opponent's neck.

Next Marvin picks up his opponent with a front face lock, twists him around a connects with a hangman's neckbreaker. He then does the exact same thing, again, connecting with a second one. And then, a third. He covers.

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Matt kicks out, but immediately returns to clutching at his neck. Marvin has been drained of his energy as a result of the damage to his arm, and the effort it required for him to fight back. So, he takes his time in going for his next manoeuvre. He places his opponent in between his legs and signals for the piledriver. He lifts the Grizzly Beer Champion up, but Matt weighs himself down and returns back to his feet. Marvin clasps tighter and tries it again. It takes longer, this time, but Matt again manages to return to his feet and powers out of it with a back body drop.


Marvin, determined to get right back to work, gets to his feet quickly. He approaches Matt, but is cauight with the Combo Breaker!

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Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, and the new MAN of twenty-twelve..! Matt Stone!

The referee lifts up Matt's hand in victory, straight away, whilst Matt is still trying to recover and get a good grasp of his emotions. After about ten seconds, however, he makes it to his feet, and allows the referee to lift his arm in what is more of a hallmark moment. He seems very happy as Marvin rolls out of the ring, headed to the back.

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

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Brian Rentfro:: “Matt Stone is the Man of 2012! He bested 31 other men to win this tournament Jon!”

Jon McDaniel: “Not to get technical, but he barely got out of the first round, was eliminated in the third round and conned his way back in. Plus, a few of the competitors were women.”

Brian Rentfro: “Yep, 31 other men fell by the wayside.”

Matt Stone stands in the ring, visibly exhausted, but rather than celebrate, he asks for a microphone. He’s handed one and Matt speaks to the crowd who are surprisingly giving him a mixed reaction rather than the usual chorus of boos.

Matt: “Ladies and Gentlemen, you all just witnessed the coming out party of Matt Stone! No outside involvement, that was all me, and now I am the man!”

Some people cheer at that, others boo. Can’t please everyone folks.

Matt: “But I’m not done yet. Oh no, I had a mission coming here tonight, and while my night didn’t start out that great, I’m damn well going to make sure it ends right. NightStryker! I know you can hear me buddy, get your ass out here right now, let’s do this now!”

Jon McDaniel: “he wants to face Stryker now? Why doesn’t he take a few minutes to rest?”

Brian Rentfro: “This is a determined Matt Stone, ready to win back the Intercontinental championship Jon, don’t question him.”

Matt: “You came out and said you think I should kill myself, you son of a bitch, how about this. If I don’t beat you here tonight Bryce, I’ll never wrestle here in the PWA again! You have your shot now Bryce come on down and SHUT ME UP!”

Brian Rentfro: “What? Why would he…”

Jon McDaniel: “This is a more determined Matt Stone, don’t question him.”

Jon chuckles as the crowd cheer and gasp. We hear Tomorrow by SR-71 start playing and Nightstryker comes out with a confident look on his face, the IC title over his shoulder.

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like this is serious Brian, the match is starting now!”

Brian Rentfro: “I don’t know if this was such a smart move for Matt.”

Matt Stone © vs Nightstryker ©

GB vs IC Title Match


Ding Ding

With Nightstryker in the ring now, Stone quickly charges, trying to get this over with quickly. Matt goes for a clothesline, however Stryker has him scouted and ducks down, wrapping his arms around Matt’s waist and lifting him over with a German suplex! Matt’s head bounces off the mat and he grabs at it, clearly not in his finest form. Stryker walks over and stomps the back of Matt’s head arrogantly, Matt covers up but is still shaken by the blow. Bryce walks a bit and sends a hard kick at Stone’s ribs. Matt flinches and holds his side, starting to get to his feet. Stryker grabs the back of his head and starts to bring him to his feet, however Stone comes to life and cradles Bryce with a small package!

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Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: “Matt almost pulled that one off!”

Jon McDaniel: “If I were Nightstryker, I would be taking Matt seriously”

Stone and Stryker were to their feet, this time it was Bryce charging in, possibly frustrated with Matt’s counter, but he doesn’t fair too well as Stone ducks behind him and locks his arms around Bryce’s waist, lifting him up and driving him with his own German suplex! However, Matt keeps his arms clasped as he fights to his feet, bringing Bryce along with him and lifts him up again for a second German suplex! Nightstryker is dazed as Matt brings him up once again, however Stone’s grip loosens and Nightstryker catches him with a back elbow. Matt is caught in the mouth and releases his opponent, leaving Nightstryker time to hit the far ropes and come back, hitting Matt in the face with a Yakuza kick! Matt falls down to the mat and Bryce goes for the cover.

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Brian Rentfro: ‘Matt still has some fight left in him”

Jon McDaniel: “But how much longer can he go? He’s already been out here almost half an hour”

Nightstryker picks Matt up and rams him, back first, into the nearest corner. Bryce softens Matt up with a back elbow to the side of his head before lifting Stone into a seated position on the turnbuckle. Bryce gives Stone a hard slap across the face before starting to climb up with him. Bryce grabs Matt’s head, saying something inaudible to the cameras before placing Stone’s head in a front chancery, looking to put him down with a superplex, perhaps? Sadly, we never find out as Matt punches Nightstryker’s ribs hard and pulls his head out, grabbing Knight’s torso and jumping off the corner, driving him hard into the mat with a Uranage! With Bryce down, Matt tries to lock in his signature submission, Set in Stone!. Stone is able to lock in the hold and pulsl back, wrenching Bryce’s neck hard.

Brian Rentfro: “Nightstryker is Set in Stone! He has to tap!”

Jon McDaniel: “Not yet, they’re pretty close to the ropes, maybe he can reach one”

Brian Rentfro: “You’re a Nightstryker fan?”

Jon McDaniel: “No, but I’m not a Stone fan!”

As Stone wrenches on Bryce’s neck, we can see the sweat is coming off Matt’s forehead and he’s gasping for air. Still fighting though, he pulls back harder. We can see that Bryce’s face is turning red, but he’s still fighting as well, and he manages to get his right leg over the bottom rope! The referee calls for the break, but Stone keeps it locked in until a 4 count, releasing it at the last second. Matt rolls away from Nightstryker and starts breathing heavily, catching his breath as both men recover on the mat.

Brian Rentfro: ‘Well the hold was broken, but I think Matt was successful in wearing down NightStryker

Jon McDaniel: “Yeah, both men are looking out of it now. It’s anyone’s match.”

Even still, it was Nightstryker who was first to get to his feet, using the ropes to aid him. Stone started getting up as well. Bryce, wanting to stay on the advantage approached Matt and reached out, grabbing his throat, but like a cat Stone leapt up and grabbed his head, driving him straight down across Stone’s knee!

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

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

Matt slowly rolled Bryce over and hooked his outside leg as the ref got down for the cover.

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Jon McDaniel: “Bryce got the shoulder up, just a two count!”

Brian Rentfro: “I haven’t seen a closer count than that!”

Stone rolled off, face is hands unbelieving of what had just happened. Maybe he couldn’t put Nightstryker away. Matt started to get up, bringing Bryce with him. Stone gave him a quick kick to the right knee, forcing Nightstryker to fall to his left knee.

Matt: “Kneel before Zod!”

Stone swung his foot hard, but Bryce ducked and quickly pushed Matt away, Stone hitting heads with the referee, knocking him down. With Matt dazed, Stryker grabbed him and lifted him high in the air, Matt looking up at the ceiling lights before Stryker grabbed his head and drove him right into the mat!

Jon McDaniel: “The Inversion!”

Bryce followed up with a cover.

Jon McDaniel: “This match should be over.”

Brian Rentfro: “But there’s no referee to make the count!”

Noticing this, Nightstryker sighs and gets up, walking over to revive the referee. Stone, who is still struggling to clear the cobwebs crawls over to a corner to help himself get up. Bryce is with the referee for a good thirty seconds, but the ref is still out. Giving up, Bryce turned around and sees Stone in a corner, fiddling with it. Thinking he knew what was up, Bryce approached cautiously and was right as Matt dropped the cover for the turnbuckle. Matt turned to see where Bryce was and is caught with a hard right hand. Nightstryker then grabs Stone’s head and tries to ram it into the exposed steel, but Stone blocks it by putting his foot on the middle rope. Matt elbows Bryce in the head and gets him to back off. Knowing he has to go big, Matt springboards off the middle rope and goes for a double axe handle, but he;’s caught in mid air by a stiff kick and Stone doubles over as Bryce grabs him and quickly lifts him in the air before falling back with a sit down piledriver!

Jon McDaniel: “He hit him with the Mindbender! Matt is out”

Brian Rentfro: “So is the ref.”

Bryce doesn’t think of this and goes for the cover again, hooking Stone’s leg. The crowd counts to three, and if that counted then this would be the end of the match. Sadly, no one cares about the crowd’s counting ability and the match does not end. Too bad for them. Bryce grows tired of waiting and gets up to revive the ref again.

Jon McDaniel: “Nightstryker has had this match won twice now! Matt is down and out.”

Brian Rentfro: “Yet the match continues, funny that.”

Jon McDaniel: “You know Nightstryker should have won this already.”

Brian Rentfro: “I know nothing!”

The referee is starting to come to now, getting to his knees. Seemingly satisfied, Bryce heads over where Stone is barely up, on his hands and knees. Nightstryker crosses his thumb across his throat to signal the end and grabs Matt’s head, but Stone brings his arm up between Bryce’s legs for a vicious low blow! Matt then grabs Bryce’s head and spins, whipping it hard into the exposed steel! The Straight Shooter would follow that up with a school boy, grabbing Bryce’s trunks and putting his feet on the bottom rope as the ref crawls for the cover

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Bryce gets his shoulder up off the mat just a split second too late!

Eric Emerson: “Here is your winner, still PWA Grizzly Beer champion…and NNNNEEEWWWW Intercontinental champion, MAAATT STOOOOONE!!!!”

The Order is in Chaos

Harry Taught me how to Write Segments 4


Matt Stone quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs his titles, walking up the ramp as “Sound of Madness” plays throughout the arena. Most of the crowd is booing his actions, some of them cheering out of spite of the Masters.

Brian Rentfro: “I don’t believe it! Matt Stone just beat Nightstryker in the most ingenious way possible! The Phoenix should be proud of that one!”

Jon McDaniel: “What are you talking about? He stole that title!”

Brian Rentfro: “You mean he robbed it! Hahaha”

Matt walks to the back where another camera catches up with him. He looks over his shoulder, checking to see if any of the Masters are around and doesn’t see any. He turns a corner and sees Toshi Yang drinking a Pepsi. Toshi smiles when he sees Matt coming and gets all interview mode like. He fumbles with the microphone, but still goes in for the question

Toshi: “Congratulation, Matt Stone. You just defeated two men back to back, now you the Man for twenty twelve and the Intercontinental champion, how do you feel?”

Matt puts each title over a shoulder, clearly exhausted from his in ring action. He opens his mouth, but before a word can come out, Stone is hit from behind! Matt crashes to the ground, titles flying as it’s revealed who his attacker is, David Slayton!

Brian Rentfro: “What is Slayton doing? They’re in the Order, aren’t they?”

Jon McDaniel: “Slayton and Emily Corlen were like family, maybe this has something to do with what happened between Matt and her?”

Brian Rentfro: “Are you sure?”

Jon McDaniel: “No, I said maybe, I didn’t see this coming either!”

Slayton is giving Stone the boots, kicking his ribs, shoulders, even the back of his head. Slayton walks off after a minute or so and Matt grabs the wall nearby, using it to start to get up when suddenly Slayton re enters the picture, hitting Matt in the side of the head with a steel chair! A sick bang can be heard as Matt slumps down to the ground, blood starting to trickle form under his face. Looking pleased with himself, Slayton smirks and slowly backs up, dropping the chair as he does so.

David Slayton: “You deserved that. All Hail indeed”

Slayton now walks off as Toshi calls for medical assistance to come to Matt’s aid.

Brian Rentfro: “What was THAT about?”

Jon McDaniel: “I…I don’t know….”

Mark McNasty vs The Phoenix

World Title Match


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

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Atlanta, Gerogia. Weighting in at 255, and standing at 6 foot 3 inches,

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

Eric Emerson: He's "The Main Event."

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience.

Eric Emerson: MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp. He slaps hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left, then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes his way to his corner as the music fades.

Jon McDaniel: “Mark McNasty looks ready to add another reign as PWA World Champion, he once held the record for the longest reign you know”

Brian Rentfro: “I don’t care how ready he is, he has to take on the Phoenix, the man that not only signs our paychecks, but the man that outsmarted everyone in Victory Wrestling!”

Eric Emerson: “And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds…hailing from U2Town, Ireland…he is the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, The Phoenix!”

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

Jon McDaniel: “Is that a leprechaun with him?”

Brian Rentfro: “Yes, it’s part of his new sponsorship deal. Didn’t you hear?”

Jon McDaniel: “I did not.”

Ding Ding

Phoenix and Mark start to circle around, neither man wanting to make the first move. Their eyes are locked on each other, each man wanting to win this match. Suddenly, Mark hits the ropes and dashed at Phoenix who ducks down instinctively. Mark keeps running and bounced back off the ropes, Phoenix turning to him as Mark leaps, connecting with a strong clothesline! Phoenix goes down, but is quick to his feet where he gets slammed down to the mat again! McNasty is on a roll as he hits the ropes again, however this time Phoenix is prepared and lunges forward, knocking Mark down to the mat. Phoenix hits the ropes this time and connects with a baseball slide, knocking Mark out of the ring!

Jon McDaniel: “Both men starting out strong, this is going to be intense.”

Brian Rentfro: “When the going gets rough, The Phoenix prevails”

Jon McDaniel: “What if they had started out slow?”

Brian Rentfro: “The Phoenix would still prevail, just slower”

With McNasty starting to get up, Phoenix ran at the ropes and dives between them, crashing into Mark! McNasty goes down as Phoenix pops up, raising his hands in the air to a chorus of boos. Without missing a beat, Phoenix waves off the crowd and picks up Mark, rolling him back in the ring. Rob rolls back in the ring and chases after Mark, knocking him down with a solid kick to the head as McNasty was getting up. Phoenix went for the first cover of the match

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Not even a two count s Phoenix presses the advantage with a side headlock. Mark hits the mat in frustration, but starts to get up while Rob’s arm is around his throat. The referee makes sure it’s not a choke hold as now both men are standing. Phoenix’s grip was loosening as Mark pushes him off at the ropes. Rob bounces off them and comes back only to meet McNasty’s feet in his face! Phoenix goes down quickly as Mark crawls over for a cover

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Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: “Did Mark just go for a pin after a drop kick? Really?”

Jon McDaniel: “Mark needs this win and he’ll try for the pin fall every change he gets!”

Phoenix gets to his feet a bit slower than McNasty and that gives Mark a chance to double the World champion over with a kick to the midsection, followed by a ddt. McNasty shoots the half and hook’s Rob’s leg for another cover

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Another quick cover results in a two count for Mark as Phoenix tries to get out of the ring for a breather, but Mark is still going. McNasty grabs Robinson by the mask and spins it around, shielding Rob’s eyes and rendering him blind as Mark shoves him backwards into the corner. McNasty grabs his head and gets atop the second rope, spinning out and delivering a Totally Nasty ddt! Rob is down as Mark gets another cover

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Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: “The Phoenix can;[t see! That’s cheating”

Jon McDaniel: “There are no rules against moving someone’s mask.”

Phoenix sits up and adjusts his mask in time to see Mark’s knee come crashing into his face! McNasty makes another cover!

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Once again, the PWA World champion is able to avoid losing his title, but Mark doesn’t look discouraged. He presses the advantage by picking up Robinson and kneeing him in the gut. Once, twice, a third time! Phoenix is gasping for breath as McNasty looks to wear him down. Mark shoots Rob off at the ropes and as Rob comes back, McNasty picks him up and drives him straight down into the mat with a spine buster! Mark then quickly hits the ropes himself, doing a summersault before jumping in the air and crashing down on the World Champ!

Jon McDaniel: “Ouch!”

Mark hooks both legs, the crowd chanting along now

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Brian Rentfro: “The Phoenix isn’t licked yet, folks.”

Mark sighs as he thought he could have won it right there. McNasty picks up Phoenix again and hits the ropes for some momentum, looking to kick Rob’s head off! Fortunately for the champ, he’s able to duck down as Mark’s foot goes astray right at the ref! Seeing the danger, Mark pulls up and referee Lance Weston turns away in fear, narrowly getting missed, but that gives Rob the opportunity he desires as he kicks Mark right between the legs! McNasty doubled over and the Phoenix hooks him up, lifting him off the mat and drives him straight down to the mat with the Flame! Mark is out as Phoenix makes the cover, lance gets down for the count

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Brian Rentfro: ‘What?”

Jon McDaniel: “he kicked out! He kicked out!”

Phoenix looks astonished, or least he would if he wasn;t wearing a mask. He gets in Lance’s face, saying that was a three count but to his credit Weston stands his ground, holding up just two fingers. Mark is crawling to the ropes so that he can stand up, but the Phoenix has other plans. As McNasty is on his knees, Rob helps him back up by pulling his hair and wraps his arms around Mark’s waist, lifting him up and driving him straight into the mat with a modified gut wrench slam! Phoenix looks to the top rope and heads over, climbing up. He looks down at Mark with contempt before leaping off, driving his elbow straight into Mark’s chest.

Brian Rentfro: “The Ashes, that’s it, game over Mark Mcnasty.”

Jon McDaniel: “Wait, why isn’t he going for the cover?”

It’s true, Phoenix isn’t going for the cover, he’s going to a second turnbuckle. Much like the first time, Rob leaps off this new corner and again drives his elbow into the heart of Mark McNasty!

Brian Rentfro: “Two, two Ashes!”

Jon McDaniel: “What are you, the Count?”

Brian Rentfro: “Hahaha”

Rather than finishing the match, the Phoenix goes to a third corner and climbs up, looking down once again at Mark before leaping off, this time getting a little more air under him as he drives the elbow straight into the chest of his opponent who at this point seems out of it. But wait, there’s more. One more comer, to be precise, and just like each World title in the four feds under the AoWF Umbrella, The Phoenix wants to rule them all. He climbs the fourth corner and raises his arms in the air this time, leaping off for a fourth time and connects with the Ashes! This time, Phoenix hooks the leg and Lance makes the pin

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Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner…and STTTIIILLLLLL PWA World Champion…the PHOENIX!!!!!”

Brian Rentfro: “He did it! Phoenix retains again!”

Jon McDaniel: “It took four Ashes to put away Mark McNasty, but is this the last time we see him in a PWA ring?”

Brian Rentfro: “Looks like it, a shame, really”

Jon McDaniel: “Why is that?”

Brian Rentfro: “Now Phoenix might have real competition”

Jon McDaniel: “You’re terrible”

Robinson gets up and takes one final look at Mark McNasty on the mat before walking over and being handed his PWA World title, to which he climbs the ropes and holds the title high in the air, streamers and the like falling down as his music plays. At ringside, we see the leprechaun dancing merrily.