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


09-09-2012


Rocky Logan/Electra vs Emperor Ian/Funk Dogg

Tag Match


Rocky Logan and Electra talk strategy near their turnbuckle as the bell sounds. Funk Dogg and Ian play rock, paper, scissors to determine who starts the match. Funk Dogg wins the draw and he smiles as he turns to Electra who is starting the match for her team. The two lock up and Funk Dogg quickly pushes her to a knee with his over-powering style. Funk Dogg hands a few clubbing blows to the back of the neck of Electra before sending her into the ropes. Funk Dogg greets her and lifts her up for a spinebuster but she pulls back and drops him head first with a DDT.

Electra lands a few stomps onto Funk Dogg before making the tag to Rocky Logan. Logan climbs into the ring and grabs Funk Dogg and pulls him to his feet. Logan lands a series of forearms to the jaw before driving a knee into the gut of Funk Dogg. Logan drives a hard fist into Funk Dogg as he falls backwards. Logan makes the tag to Electra as they try to stay fresh.

Funk Dogg battles his way to his feet as Electra tries to attack. He lands a few kicks to the gut before sending her into the turnbuckle. He charges and lands a hard clothesline and makes the tag to Emperor Ian. Ian climbs into the ring and lifts Electra up for a suplex before falling to the mat. They both get to their feet and Electra ducks a clothesline but she’s grabbed and wrestled into a headlock. Ian begins to give her a noogie as the fans begin to laugh.

She fights out and kicks Ian hard in the leg as he falls to a knee. Electra steps up and connects with a head-scissors takedown. She makes the tag to Logan as Ian gets to his feet. Logan charges and connects with a chopblock on the legs that cuts Ian down. Logan kicks the back of the extended leg of his opponent before driving a knee into the side of it. Ian is in pain as Funk Dogg looks on. Electra is on the outside and sneaks up on Funk Dogg.

Logan locks Ian into a figure-four leglock and Ian tries to roll it over. Funk Dogg goes to enter the ring but Electra holds his feet and he can’t break free. Ian can’t turn Logan over and can’t make it to the ropes. Ian is forced to tap out!

Winners: Rocky Logan and Electra.

The Spectre Returns


Segment 2: The Spectre Returns(early, early in the show)

"See What I've Become" by Zack Hemsey begins to play softly over the speakers as Benjamin Dyce steps out.

Eric Emerson: Introducing! Making his return to the Pioneer Wrestling Association! He stands in at 6 feet and 6 inches tall, weighing in at 270 pounds...

Benjamin Dyce spreads his arms out as a fog begins to rise around the entrance ramp, following him as he makes his way down. Behind him Maya waves to the fans as she follows closely behind him. His long reach allows him to caress the hands of fans on either side of him as he makes his way, some fans reaching out for his touch while others shriek away. He never once removes his eyes from the ring. Maya never once removes her eyes off of him.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Glasgow, Scottland!

Benjamin Dyce climbs the steel steps and climbs into the ring right over the top rope.

Eric Emerson: Accompanied to the ring by Maya Kalis! He is... BENJAMIN DYCE!

Spectre raises his right fist into the air, Maya wrapping her arms around his waist and chest as he lowers his head as pyros sway upwards behind him in magnificent display. Maya carasses his rough face with her hands, and he looks down at her and manages to crack a smile. The crowd applauds as Dyce taps his knees. Dyce shakes his head and simply points to the ADCTron...


RAMPAGE: MAY 29th, 2011

Lucious Starr and Joshua Danielson stand over Spectre, while Spectre clears his throat and nods. They bring down their sledgehammers right over Spectre's knee caps! Spectre's eyes shoot open as he SCREAMS AND SCREAMS at the top of his lungs!

Spectre: THEY BROKE MY FUCKING LEGS!!! MY LEGS!!!!

Starr and Danielson drop their sledge hammers and make a quick exit.

Lucious Starr: See you soon, Simon.

Inside the locker room Kalis frantically begins bashing himself against the locker room door. Emily joins him and after three combined hits from the two of them, they bash through but Starr and Danielson are already gone. Emily gasps, holding her hands over her mouth as Kalis drops to his knees and lifts Spectre into his arms.

Spectre: I need help! I need help!

Simon Kalis: WE NEED A MEDIC! WE NEED A FUCKING MEDIC!

Kalis trembles as he looks at Spectre's knee caps, the camera makes it a point to avoid focusing on them.

Emily Corlen: You're gonna be fine, Benjamin! You're gonna be fine!

Corlen kneels down and holds Spectre's hand as his mouth is open and his eyes wide, he rocks back and forth in shock. Kalis and Corlen look at each other and shake their heads, Simon almost in tears as he holds onto his friend. EMT's arrive and we fade to ringside...

Jon McDaniel: Starr and Danielson are asking for it, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Spectre's faking.

Jon McDaniel: ...

Brian Rentfro: What? What a big cry baby. Kalis asked for this long ago, and now he's gonna drag Corlen down to hell with him.

Jon McDaniel: Folks, we'll back after this commercial break...

Inside the ring now, the man formerly known as "Spectre" has a microphone in hand.

Benjamin Dyce: Ay. Back then, things were different weren't they?

He looks around and breathes deep.

Benjamin Dyce: Ay, back then Lucious Starr was on a mission to destroy Simon. Back then, Simon's best friend was the woman we now call our World Champion. Back then I had a promising career, ay- I did. But along came a falling Starr and his arse bandit of a friend and stopped that. They cut it short. I cannae ever wrestle again, they said. But isn't that what we're all told in this sport? They told that old Drake. They told that to Shields. They even told that to Simon but he's off and about. Ay, but I'm solid.

He turns around and points out to the crowd and nods.

Benjamin Dyce: I stood ere, and I brought this ring down in flames. By fuck if I can't do it again!

Dyce leans over the top rope and grunts, pointing out to the sea of fans.

Benjamin Dyce: I brought the invincible Matthew Engel to his knees at a time when not a single cunt could. I am legacy!

The crowd starts reacting differently now.

Benjamin Dyce: I am not here to save you. I am not here to make this sport better. I am not here to proclaim myself a king or a queen in the search for a throne that only exists in the imaginations of neds and cunts alike. Ay I'm not one of those purists either, mingers by the number who infest and gnaw at everything!

Dyce brings his left hand to his face as if to claw at it.

Benjamin Dyce: Whores who've become queen. Beggars who've become king. Enough. It's time to start putting you in your places. Pray to whatever gods you hold dear to your hearts.

Dyce raises a clenched fist in the air.

Benjamin Dyce: For the spectre comes.

He drops the mic, and Maya leaps up onto him by wrapping her legs around his waist. He smirks and they kiss, the area around the ring becomes foggier and foggier by the second as "See What I've Become" hits again. As the mist clears, the ring is empty and neither Dyce or Maya are anywhere to be found.

The Harlequin vs Jack Spades

Singles Match


We start things off at ringside where the PWA announce team get ready for the next match.

Jon McDaniel: Hello everyone, welcome back. Next up we have the greatly anticipated Street Fight between PWA's most colorful of Characters, The deranged Jack Spades versus The psychotic Harlequin!

Brian Rentfro: Man, I have been waiting for this one, Jon! I cant wait to see these two crazy mofo's go at it in a match where ANYTHING GOES!!

Jon McDaniel: Lets go inside the ring

Inside the squared circle center stage is Eric Emerson, ready to introduce the competitor's for this match.

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring at this time, from The Carnival, accompanied by his manager The Ringmaster, he is the 2012 Who's The Man winner. Weighing in at a 225 pounds and standing 5 foot 9 inches tall........The Harlequin!!!

A mixed reaction proceeds as the opening tune of ICP's Hocus Pocus plays in the arena as the crowd all turn their heads to see who is coming down the ramp. Out comes The Harlequin looking around with a wide smile on his face. In his hand is a barbed wire baseball bat. As he walks past some of the crowd, he stops randomly and screams at children as he passes, then laughs as they recoil. Harlequin keeps walking down, rolling in the ring and sitting in a corner, looking around. He grabs the middle ropes with his arms and pulls himself up, running from rope to rope to warm up, waving out at the crowd as he does, laughing all the way. His music dies as he waits inside the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This man looks ready. No matter how he acts, you have to admit this guy is a rising star in the making here in PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah right, if you are Steven King maybe, but this guy gives me the creeps! I like it!

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring at this time, he is the evil demonic master of trickery, Hailing from Goth City, weighing in at a 225 pounds and standing in at 6 foot 2 inches tall..........Jack Spades!!!

The lights turn off, in the darkness a spotlight shines down on the stage. Everything is quiet. Suddenly the lights turn on and Jack's music "Joker's Wild" by Insane Clown Posse hits up as out steps Jack Spades with a sadistic smirk. He holds with him a garbage can full of weapons!. A cool arrogant walk proceeds as he makes his way to the ring. Very serious. Then as he slides under the first rope, he enters the ring as his face lights up! Jack yells out "Time to have a little fun!". Spades throws a playing card into the crowd and prepares to do battle in his street clothes.

Jon McDaniel: This man has finally found his stride with recent wins over Dagger and AJ Adams, he is slowly proving he is someone not to take lightly.

Brian Rentfro: Whatever, Jon. This guy makes John Wayne Gacy look like a saint. He looks like he hasnt bathed in months. Im glad Im not the one having to touch him.

Having just stepped away from The Harlequin, Referee Lance Weston goes over to Jack Spades as they engage in a quick conversation.

The ref calls for the bell


ding ding!!

With weapons surrounding the ring, the two lock up in a grapple and engage in a war of strength as The Harlequin pushes Spades into the corner turnbuckles. Thats when instinct sets in and Jack escapes the hold, moving his upper body through the ropes and hanging his hands in the air. But in this match anything goes, so Jack quickly realizes the ref wont break up the two in the corner turnbuckles. The Harlequin takes advantage and throws in blow after blow with huge fore arm shots to the head. Spades is dazed as Harlequin shoots him into the opposing corner. Harlequin runs and shoots his shoulder into the ribs of Spades! Knocking the wind out of him! He follows that up with a quick body slam as he jumps on the tope rope landing a big elbow across the throat of Jack Spades! He goes for the cover not hooking the leg.

1......

Kickout!!

Jon McDaniel: You wont beat Jack Spades that easy as Spades kicks out at one.

Brian Rentfro: At least The Harlequin is forcing his opponent to act quick in the early going here.

The Harlequin picks Jack Spades up moving to the center of the ring and comes down with a huge tilt the world back breaker! Picking him up and throwing Spades into the ropes, coming off with a good high round house kick, smacking Spades head as he crashes to the mat! He then gets Spades into a single leg inverted boston crab as he slows the match down. The ref looks for Spades answer as then Spades using his leg, flips The Harlequin over, and escapes the hold. After a moment he gathers himself and proceeds over to The Harlequin connecting with a few kicks to the bread basket as he shoots Harlequin into the ropes and comes back with a huge power slam! He goes for the cover.

1.......

Kickout!

Jon McDaniel: Both men trying to end it quick here.

Brian Rentfro: Come on guys, lets see some blood!

Spades then proceeds with a nice display of brawling blows to the head of Harlequin. connecting with a big release german suplex as Harlequin flys threw the air hitting his head to the mat! Spades follows up with a sidewalk slam as he stands over The Harlequin posing to the crowd. Thats when he motions to the outside of the ring as he moves outside the ring leaving Harlequin laying in the ring. Spades grabs the garbage can full of weapons and spills it all on the floor. Picking up some medal chains and he wraps it around his hand and then picks up a kendo stick and slides into the ring. Harlequin is hunched over when Spades comes over to smack him in the face. But The Harlequin comes out with a european upper cut and face buster! He grabs the chains from around the hands of Spades and begins choking the hell out of Jack Spades! The ref looks on helplessly. When Harlequin has had enough of that, he grabs the kendo stick and goes to hit Jack with a baseball swing to the head but Spades ducks and the kendo stick hits the ropes and comes back to hit Harlequin square in the face!

Jon McDaniel: That just goes to show you that what goes around comes around.

Brian Rentfro: Will you stop? Who you cheering for?

Spades then takes advantage and throws Harlequin into the corner of the ring, following up with a figure four leg lock around the steel ring post, outside the ring! The ref looks on! A few moments go by as finally The Harlequin is in huge amounts of pain! When he sees that Harlequin isnt going to give up just yet, Spades releases the hold. Grabs Harlequins head and pulls him onto the outside floor. Harlequin is in great pain as he grips his knees. Thats when Jack Spades climbs the corner turnbuckles and stands on the top ropes facing the outside. With Harlequin laying outside the ring, Jack Spades drives off the top ropes with a Moonsault and hits his Pants Down! But in the process hits his face on the ring steps on the way down! Both men are down as The Harlequin is motionless and Jack Spades grabbing his face in pain! The fans are loving it!

Jon McDaniel: These men are bringing it as Spades has the upper hand here!

Brian Rentfro: What are you nuts?! look at Spades he's hurt too! What the hell?!

Just as Jack is about to go for his Tombstone piler driver, suddenly 3 Guys jump the barricades as the Ringmaster directs traffic. Each of the three men are dressed as Harlequin! Together they hoist up Jack Spades and hold him over the railing throwing him down on his ribs, once, twice, three times! If thats not enough, each Harlequin proceeds with a signature move! The first Harlequin delivers a huge T-Bone suplex over the ring steps! The second Harlequin proceeds with throwing tacks all over the outside floor and using Jack's own move he smashes Spades down with his Last Ride Power Bomb! All over the tacks! The third Harlequin is just about to get Jack Spades in his Last Laugh Sharpshooter, when.......!!

Jon McDaniel: This is insane, Brian! We have four Harlequins out here and Jack Spades is gonna die!!

Brian Rentfro: Wait a minute! Who's that?!

Just when the Sharp Shooter is being placed on, ANOTHER JACK SPADES runs down the aisle climbing the ropes and flys off the top rope hitting all three men at once with a cork screw flip!! It looks like a car accident all over the outside of the ring!! Thats when the second Jack Spades proceeds to hit a Tombstone Pile driver on all three men!! Each one more intense then the prior! Finally The second Jack Spades locates the original Harlequin and lands his Funny Bone reverse pile driver on the orginal Harlequin on the outside! He throws the motionless legal Harlequin inside the ring. Suddenly the original Jack Spades gets to his feet, just realizing what took place. He joins his twin inside the ring as they then stand in the ring face to face. They both begin to mirror each other. First with a hand in the air moving, then the other hand moves up and down. They both look at each other and then back at the crowd. They begin laughing their heads off! And with that, they turn around to see The Ringmaster with the barbedwire baseball bat! They take The Ringmaster up and come down with a double team neck breaker power bomb! Then the legal Jack Spades picks up the motionless Harlequin and lands his Laughter Kills Tombstone Pile driver!! He covers The Harlequin and hooks the leg!!

1

2

3!!!!

"Joker's Wild" by ICP hits up

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner.........JACK SPAAAAAAAAADES!!!

Suddenly the second Jack Spades takes off his mask.


Jon McDaniel: I cant believe my eyes, Brian! Its THE CHOSEN ONE Justin Case!!!

Brian Rentfro: I knew Justin Case would find a way to show up on Manitoba Mayhem, damnit!!!

We end with both Justin Case and Jack Spades hoisting their hands in the air and bowing to the shocked crowd!

Jonathan Cage vs Outlaw

RXW United States Championship


DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following -

Before Emerson can even finish his opening sentence for this contest, "The Western World" by Pennywise hits the ADC-Tron and RXW Ring Announcer Scott Benjamin walks out to the ring, followed close behind by the RXW Announce Team of Nick Webb and Rayne. Scott tells Eric something, who nods and hands Scott the microphone before exiting the ring. At ringside, Brian Rentfro and Jon McDaniel have given up their seats for Rayne and Webb, who are finishing putting the headsets on before sitting down.

Nick Webb: RXW Ambassador Emily Corlen made a deal with PWA President Elizabeth Davis to allow Rayne, Scott and I to come out here and call RXW Championship matches! It's good to be back at ringside again!

Rayne: It's been like a week and a half, Nick. Seriously.

Nick Webb: Well... yeah. Still.

Both Rayne and Webb laugh as Scott continues.

Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall... and it is for the RXW United States Championship!

The lights dim as we hear some white noise over the PA system. Then as the white noise cuts out, a voice comes over the speakers.

"Wanna play a game?"

Then the lights come on instantly as "Forget to Remember" by Mudvayne blasts through the speakers. And standing at the top of the ramp is Jonathan Cage.

Scott Benjamin: Introducing first, the challenger... hailing from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in tonight at 235 pounds... he is JONATHAN CAGE!!!

Jonathan Cage stares out at the crowd for a few moments before walking down to the ring. He slides in and goes to the far corner. He climbs and does his open hand crucifix pose for the crowd. He drops down and waits for his opponent. "Forget to Remember" fading away.

Nick Webb: Jonathan Cage, a former multi-time World Champion and PWA competitor, made his shocking return on the final RXW show, Happenstance, where he attacked Outlaw following his close main event loss to Matt Stone. Now, he's got a shot at Outlaw's U.S. Title, and Outlaw himself just might be injured!

Rayne: The kid's got guts putting his title up tonight, but then, Corlen promised to put Outlaw's girl in the ring against Cage if Outlaw didn't wrestle... so I don't blame him one bit for nutting up and stepping into the ring tonight. Props, Outlaw, from one man to another.

Nick Webb: Oh, you're a man now? Since when?

Rayne: Shut up, Nick.

"Bring It" by Trapt hits the RXW-Tron as United States Champion Outlaw walks onto the stage, flanked by his manager Kelly O'Shea. They pose together for the cheering crowd, and then walk down the ramp together.

Scott Benjamin: And his opponent... he is the current and reigning RXW United States Champion... hailing from Dublin, Ohio... weighing in tonight at 212 pounds... being accompanied to the ring by his manager, Kelly O'Shea... he is OUTLAW!!!

Outlaw rolls into the ring and poses with his title as the music in the arena fades.

Nick Webb: This is the first RXW match of the PWA era... can Outlaw do the unthinkable and topple a very game Jonathan Cage despite his possible injury?

Rayne: If any kid can do it, it might be Outlaw. Remember, he's a Shelley guy. Those bastards don't know the meaning of the word quit.

Nick Webb: So, they're the opposite of Allen Chaney.

Rayne: Bingo. HA!

DING!

The ref signals the bell for the start of the match, and both Jonathan Cage and Outlaw move to the center of the ring, jawing at each other. Cage says something before pointing to O'Shea and licking his lips, getting him nothing but a hard right across the face from the Champion. Cage takes the hit and turns back around to a kick to the midsection, followed by Outlaw hitting an Irish whip. Cage comes back and ducks a clothesline before turning around and hitting a dropkick; but Outlaw has the same idea and either man gets anything. They roll to their feet and stare each other down for a moment before tying up, the fans already solidly behind Outlaw.

Nick Webb: Listen to the fans here in Manitoba! Outlaw's got a following already, it sounds like!

Rayne: He has the support of the PWA fans, but does he have enough left in the tank to beat Cage? That's the question!

Outlaw locks in a side headlock on Cage, who pushes up on Outlaw's jaw, pushing him back into the ropes. Cage sends him off and hits a shoulder block, sending Outlaw down to the mat. Cage instantly hits the ropes and Outlaw turns over with Cage leaping over him and hitting the ropes again. Cage comes back and Outlaw catches him with an Orton style snap slam into the cover!

1!

2!

No!

Nick Webb: First cover of the match, but Cage kicks out right at two and this match continues!

Outlaw pulls Cage up to his feet, hitting three hard rights and pushing him toward the corner. Outlaw sets Cage up on the top rope, climbing up with him for a superplex. Cage fights out of it, though, sending Outlaw down to the mat with a series of right hands. Cage brings his legs over, going for a diving elbow, but misses as Outlaw rolls out of the way. Cage rolls out of the ring and Outlaw follows him, sending him into the guard rail before playing to the crowd.

Rayne: Outlaw's not giving Cage an inch here; he's been a man on fire ever since Cage said what he did about Kelly O'Shea!

Nick Webb: You don't mess with another man's woman, unless you're Matt Stone. And really, even if you're Matt Stone. He just got away with it because nobody really cares about what Johnny Maverick wants.

Rayne: HA!

Back in the ring, Outlaw lifts Cage up and whips him toward the ring post, but Cage counters, sending Outlaw into the cold, unforgiving steel instead. Cage shakes his head, trying to regain his bearings and pulls Outlaw up, who gut shots him before hitting a neckbreaker on the floor out of nowhere!

Nick Webb: Whoa! What a move!

Rayne: Outlaw is not relenting tonight! This is a whole new side of the United States Champion we've never seen before!

In the ring, the ref is up to a count of five as Outlaw rolls a dazed Cage back into the ring. He climbs up to the apron, but stops, as Cage is already to his knees. Outlaw grabs Cage by the hair, but gets a shoulder block for his efforts, followed by a second before Cage hooks him up for a suplex over the ropes into the center of the ring. Cage gets to his feet and takes a few steps back jumping off of the ropes and hitting his Into the Light II (springboard roundhouse kick) before covering!

1!

2!

No!

Rayne: Outlaw kicks out at two and a half! I almost thought that was it!

Following the failed pin attempt, Cage shifts his weight into a kimura lock, trying to wear Outlaw down before he can regain momentum. Outlaw struggles for a few moments, but finally hits a set of elbows, breaking the hold and knocking Cage backwards. Outlaw stumbles to his feet and shakes his head and Cage charges him, looking for a spear, but Outlaw catches him out of nowhere with the Lock-up (Black hole slam) and hooks the leg!

1!

2!

Thr-NO!

Nick Webb: Jonathan Cage knew where he was after the hit and that rope may be the only thing that saved him! There's a key difference between PWA and RXW; in RXW, there are no rope breaks... if this match were being conducted under RXW Rules, it's very possible this match might have been over right there!

In the ring, Outlaw checks with the ref, making sure it wasn't a three and he just didn't hear the bell. He finally nods and turns back to Cage, pulling him up and hitting a half nelson slam. Outlaw motions to the crowd before beginning to stomp away at Cage while Kelly cheers him on at ringside. After a few good hits, Outlaw steps back, waiting for Cage to stand up, he readies himself to hit his Breaking the Law piledriver! Cage turns around and Outlaw charges in, but Cage rolls out of the way! Outlaw quickly turns around into a high dropkick, sending him back into the corner.

Rayne: What a counter by the challenger! Outlaw is throwing everything he has at Cage, but Cage keeps coming back for more! I'm sold! He's a big damn deal!

Cage gets back up, his head and neck clearly hurting from the beating he's taken from the incensed Champion. Outlaw is still in the corner, shaking the cobwebs out as Cage closes in to hit a stiff boot to Outlaw's midsection. He goes for a second, but this time, Outlaw moves, sending Cage into the ropes! The Champion corners Cage, hitting rights and lefts before putting him on the top rope, trying for the superplex again. Cage kicks him off though, sending Outlaw back down to the mat before dropping down and hitting him with the Death Dealer (cobra clutch backbreaker)! The crowd boos loudly as Cage rolls over, hooking the inside leg.

1!

2!

......NO!

Nick Webb: Outlaw just kicked out with a split second to spare! Cage cannot believe it!

Indeed, Cage looks at the ref in shock and rolls over, beginning to argue with him. Outlaw groggily climbs to his feet as Cage threatens the referee, and finally turns around only to be surprised by an already recovered Outlaw, who hits a snap suplex, followed up by a slingshot elbow drop! The crowd cheers as they sense Outlaw starting to get back into it, but their excitement is short lived, as Cage catches Outlaw unaware with a jawbreaker, dropping him to the mat hard. Cage stands up and he heads to the top rope again, trying for his elbow for a second time. Cage stands on the top rope for a moment and slaps his elbow before coming down... but Outlaw gets his boot up! Cage takes a hard shot to the jaw and flips backwards, holding his face as the fans explode!

Rayne: Momentum shift! This could be the Champion's chance!

Outlaw rolls over the stunned Cage and hooks the leg!

1!

2!

No!

Nick Webb: Cage kicks out after a hard boot to the jaw! This match isn't over yet!

Outlaw rolls to his feet and takes a step back before motioning for the Breaking the Law yet again! Cage slowly stumbles to his feet and turns around, only to be greeted by a boot to the gut from the U.S. Champion! Outlaw grabs him and before Cage can counter, hits a perfect Breaking the Law (Canadian Destroyer) before dragging him back to the center of the ring and covering, the Manitoba crowd counting along!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!!!

Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL RXW United States Champion... OUTLAW!!!

"Bring It" by Trapt hits the ADC-Tron as Outlaw rolls out of the ring, nearly spent, and drapes himself over the barricade. The fans slap his back in approval and excitement as Kelly O'Shea runs over to him with the U.S. Title and slides under his arm, helping him to the back as the crowd continues cheering.

Nick Webb: What a showing from both men! Cage put up a hell of a fight, but Outlaw, injured or not, pulled out a well-deserved victory here tonight!

As Kelly and Outlaw head up the ramp, Outlaw stops for a moment and motions for the closest camera to come closer. Kelly hands Outlaw a Sharpie and Outlaw signs the camera lens before smirking and heading up the ramp with his girlfriend/manager and the United States Title. Emerson, Rentfro and McDaniel all resume their normal places as the scene cuts to a quick commercial about not doing this at home.

Jacob Figgins vs Elena Simonova

Grizzly Beer Championship


At the start of the bell, Figgins quickly shows his hunger as the challenger by initiating the starting grapple and pushing Elena into the corner. But Elena is quick to get herself out of that situation with a quick kick to the midsection. But not much more offence can be mounted when Jacob hits with a sudden arm drag. The beginning is pretty much a show of back and forth academic wrestling, until Jacob finally uses his size advantage to take Elena into the mat with an arm bar. Simonova pounded the mat out of frustration,, but she fought to her feet nevertheless. Figgins caught her in the chest with a hard kick as the arm bar was broken, Elena backing up. With a quick dash, Jacob went for a back elbow, however a simple side step by Elena meant he missed and he was open for her snap neck breaker. A quick pin only scored 2. Elena followed up with a forearm to the face, grinding it back and forth. Jacob struggled to get out from under her arm and the ref stopped the illegal hold at four. The crowd starting to get behind Figgins more and more. Jacob got up dropped Elena down with a sidewalk slam, getting a two count. Jacob followed up with a snap suplex, again with a two count. Elena was starting to look out of it as Jacob went for Crisis Averted, but Elena squirmed out and caught him in the back of the head with a high kick. Jacob stumbled back against the ropes and as he came off them, Elena doubled Figgins over with a toe kick and grabbled him, flipping over and spiking his head into the mat with her Vodka Tonic finisher. Elena rolled Jacob over and hooked his leg as the referee made the 1 2 3.

Winner: Still Grizzly Beer Champion, Elena Simonova

Simon Kalis vs Scottie Snow

Debut Rematch


Brian Rentfro: Well this is an impromptu match, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Rumor has it that Scottie Snow wasn't too pleased on being featured in the highlight reel for Simon Kalis Appreciation Month.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah and what's the deal with this Appreciation Month nonsense?

DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first!

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.

Eric Emerson: Scottie "The Panther" Snow!

"Titanium" by David Guetta featuring Sia hits and the arena lights go out.

Eric Emerson: Introducing, his opponent! Weighing in at 230 pounds, standing in at six feet and three inches tall. Hailing from Montreal, Quebec Canada! He is the acting President of REBEL Pro! SIMON KALIS!

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose!
Fire away! Fire away!
Ricochet! You take your aim!
Fire away! Fire away!
You shoot me down, but I won't fall!

I AM TITANIUM!

As the music picks up and hits the chorus we see the arena lights turn on and, descending from the rafters Simon Kalis is lowered. His arms out stretched, a glaring spotlight focused on him. The crowd here ROARS, a Canadian flag draped over Simons back waves in the air as he is brought down into the ring.

You shoot me down, but I won't fall!
I am titanium! I AM TITANIUM!

Scottie Snow looks up, his mouth gaping as Kalis disconnects himself from his harness and drops safely into the ring. Kalis detaches the flag and goes to all four corners, raising it high and pride to the cheers of the crowd. Kalis slides out of the ring and drapes the flag over a woman and her child, bringing him more cheers from the crowd as he slides into the ring and chucks off his leather trench coat. He points at Scottie Snow and smirks.

DING DING DING

Scottie Snow launches himself off the ropes and goes for a cross body splash. Simon catches Snow and hits an epic body slam, shaking the ring. Kalis slowly gets to his feet, Snow is much quicker and drop kicks Simon in the face sending Kalis into the corner. Snow rushes and hits another drop kick crushing Simons head between his feet and the middle turnbuckle. Kalis slides out of the ring and shakes it off. He jumps back up onto the apron, and Scottie Snow rushes to clothesline him off. But Kalis grabs hold of The Panther and hoists him up and over the top rope, falling back for a suplex to the outside of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: That had to hurt, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Snow's legs crashed against the barricade.

Kalis is too his feet and he lifts Scottie Snow up. Snow with an uppercut sends Simon into the ring apron. Snow with a flying lariat puts Kalis down. Snow looks around and slides into the ring as the referees count marches on. Simon meanwhile gets back to his feet and gets into the ring. Snow backs up and watches carefully. Snow rushes at Simon for The Snow Plow! But Kalis instinctively ducks and rolls out of the way before coming back to his feet. Simon with a series of muay thai styled thrust kicks pushes Scottie Snow into the corner.

Brian Rentfro: This isn't looking good for Snow.

Jon McDaniel: Simon may be looking to end this quickly.

Simon lifts Scottie Snow up onto the top rope. He hoists him up and rises, the crowd is electrified and on their feet. SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED... NO!!! Scottie broke free and got out of Simons grip at the last second. Simon and Scottie crash into the ring. Kalis places his hand on his back and winces in pain, Snow capitalizes by quickly getting to his feet, bouncing off the ropes and hitting a leg drop. He covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT! Simon kicks out!

Brian Rentfro: Is Simon struggling to put Scottie Snow away?

Jon McDaniel: I think everyone knows that whenever someone comes up against Kalis they bring their A Game.

Scottie Snow lifts Simon Kalis to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Snow with a clothesline attempt, but Simon ducks it. Simon kicks Snow in the gut and then gouges his eyes, grabbing him by the neck and twisting him around... TEARS OF REDEMPTION! The crowd here in Manitoba are on their feet as Simon drops and hooks the leg.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Kalis rolls off of Snow and gets to his feet, Dwayne Cross raising his arm in victory.

Jon McDaniel: Well no one can be surprised by this result.

Kalis helps Scottie Snow up and raises his arm in the air as well, much to the surprise of The Panther.

Brian Rentfro: That's surprising though.

Kalis pats Snow on the back before getting out of the ring and hopping the barricade and joining the ringside fans. Simon Kalis opens his arms wide as fans rush to hug him. "Titanium" by David Guetta featuring Sia hits again and Simon is enveloped by the crowd, signing autographs and taking pictures. Simon finally reappears through the mass of people and hops the barricade back over to ringside. He grabs the Canadian flag he had placed at the ring, and a harness is lowered back down and he straps himself back in.

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose!
Fire away! Fire away!
Ricochet! You take your aim!
Fire away! Fire away!
You shoot me down, but I won't fall!
I AM TITANIUM!

Simon is lifted back up to the rafters, the arean spotlight solely on him.
You shoot me down, but I won't fall!
I am titanium! I AM TITANIUM!

He waves the Canadian flag as he rises up, disappearing as the crowd cheers wildly...

Matt Stone vs Cody Bogard

Grudge Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit

I created the Sound of Madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun,
When you gunna wake up and fight?

“Sound of Madness” cues up, bringing Matt Stone out from the back to a chorus of boos and cheers, since we are in Canada

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, he weighs in tonight at 220 pounds...

He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back, holding up his arms for all his fans.

Eric Emerson: ...and stands at six feet tall...

I created the Sound of Madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun,
When you gunna wake up and fight...
For yourself?

Eric Emerson: He hails from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, and is the Rebel pro and RXW World Champion…

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. "I'm the best there is!" He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him.

Eric Emerson: He is...

Stone shakes his head to their reaction. "You don't deserve to see me!" He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie, setting it on the apron

Eric Emerson: ...MATT STONE!!!

Matt gets ready for Bogard, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away.

Jon McDaniel: It should be interesting to note, folks, that Matt Stone also holds the record for being the last PWA Television champion...TWICE.

Brian Rentfro: That's right. He was so good at defending the title both times he won it that the Board of Directors had to declare it defunct just to get it off of his waist!

Jon McDaniel: Well, I'm not sure that's exactly why, but...

The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to Jam Project's "Dragon Storm 2007" plays. Once the intro finishes and goes into the main theme, smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, he weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...

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

Eric Emerson: ...and stands at 5 feet, 11 inches tall...

Mizukara no ishi de sono tobi tataki
Mizukara no ishi de sono tobira wo hiraku
Taka naru mune no kodou wo Osae kurezu ni
Kokoro ni himeta Tsuyoi toshi wo moyasu

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

Eric Emerson: From San Mateo, California...

Kanayaku daiya no Genseki no youni
Itsuka wa hikari wo hanatemasu youni...

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

Eric Emerson: He is "The Crisis Ace"...

Yume no tobira wo hiraku Erabareshi senshitachi
Kagirinaki kanou sei wo Sono mune ni idaita mama
Mizukara wo shinjite tsudoishi nakama wo shinjite
Hatenaki "yume oi bito" wa Ashita e no michi wo iku dake

Eric Emerson: ...CODY BOGARD!!!

Cody takes his time to prepare for the match as "Dragon Storm 2007" dies out. Bogard stretches out on the ropes as, in the opposite corner, Referee Dwayne Cross comes over to Stone to pat him down and Matt obliges, talking trash the whole time. Cross rolls his eyes as he goes back across the ring and checks Bogard for concealed weapons, finding none, he calls for the bell

Jon McDaniel: If Cody can get the win here tonight, he will earn a shot at the RXW World title.

Brian Rentfro: And all of the bragging rights that come with it!

**DING DING DING**

Bogard carefully steps out from his corner as Stone swaggers out, brushing Davis away. Katrina hops down from the apron and stands at ringside, cheering her man on.

Jon McDaniel: Both men in the center of the ring now...some trash talking from Matt...

Stone jaws away with indiscernible language to Cody, who just stands calm with his hands on his hips, smirking.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, don't worry about it. It's probably just Matt telling Cody how nice he looks in his pansy yellow booties.

Stone goes for a tie-up, but Bogard ducks underneath and nails a stiff knife-edge to Matt's back, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the arena. Matt winces, drawing his arms back, and turns around quick to meet a pair of stiff knife-edges to the chest.

Fans: WHOOO!!! WHOOO!!!

Cody whips Matt into the ropes and looks for clothesline, but Stone ducks underneath it and locks on a rear waistlock.

Jon McDaniel: Standing switch, Cody with the go-behind...reversal by Stone...oh, c'mon!

Matt just paintbrushes the back of the Intercontinental champion's head, causing Bogard to turn around, unamused.

Brian Rentfro: What's wrong with that? Stone knows that he's got this match in the bag, so why not just let him enjoy himself?

Stone mimics Bogard's stance - hands on his hips, an uber-serious face, and a tapping of the toe - before piefacing him and holding his fists up high in premature victory. Bogard smiles, clapping, and then surprises Matt with a series of machine gun slaps to the face and chest.

Bogard: ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!

Stone rakes Cody's eyes to get away, drawing a warning from Dwayne Cross, and then locks Cody into a side headlock. Bogard nails a pair of forearms to Matt's lower back and shoots him off into the ropes. Matt rebounds and sends Cody down with a shoulderblock, waving at him before hitting the ropes again. Cody gets up and leapfrogs over the charging Stone, catching him in an armdrag upon his second rebound. Matt sits up and Cody holds onto his arm, locking it in a kneeling armbar.

Jon McDaniel: Picture-perfect armbar by the Intercontinental champion...

Brian Rentfro: Oh, c'mon! Cody's obviously doing something illegal here.

Jon McDaniel: Like what?

Brian Rentfro: Like, I don't know...he's going against the Geneva Convention!

Jon McDaniel: ...not only does that not apply to the confines of a wrestling ring, Brian, but I just don't think that's the reason you're complaining.

Matt fights to his feet, wincing from the pain of the hold, especially when Cody grinds the point of his elbow into Stone's tricep. Matt looks to roll forward to alleviate the pressure and look for an escape, but Cody rolls with him, surprising him by turning the armbar into a perfect Triangle Choke.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, look! Matt, Cody's got you near the ropes! Get to them!

Matt scoots himself towards the ropes, placing his foot on the bottom rope. Cross sees it and slaps his hands together to quickly get Bogard's attention.

Dwayne Cross: Break it up, he's on the ropes! 1! 2!

Cody releases the Triangle Choke and backs off, taking a traditional Grecco-Roman stance as Stone slowly gets to his feet, the challenger's eyes locked on those of the champion. They circle and lock up with Bogard getting Matt into a full-arm dragon twist. Stone kicks Cody in the back of the knee, looking to break the hold, but Cody replies with a kick of his own to Matt's chest, forcing himself to break his own hold.

Jon McDaniel: Bogard to the ropes...

Stone ducks underneath a Kikoshotei attempt, getting Bogard into a rear waistlock, and then dumps Cody down with a near picture-perfect German suplex, bridging his back for the pinfall.

1!

2!!

Bogard kicks out, but Matt keeps on him, seguing the German bridge into a Camel Clutch that finds Matt digging his knee into the small of Bogard's back. Cody grunts and moans in pain, keeping his hands firmly on the canvas. Matt reaches one hand into his nose, hooking his nostrils and pulling them for added pain, a move which Dwayne Cross refuses to allow.

Dwayne Cross: Alright, break it up! 1! 2!

Stone: Why? He looks like a pig!!

Dwayne Cross: 3!

Stone turns to Bogard, relishing in this insulting torture.

Stone: OINK, OINK, OINK!

Dwayne Cross: 4!

Stone backs away, holding his hands up at his sides, and then hits the ropes, dropping a knee into the back of Cody's head. He rolls the IC champion over, driving a forearm into his face as he covers with a lateral press.

1!

2!!

Bogard defiantly kicks out, turning his back to Stone, and Matt rises to his knees, shaking his head.

Brian Rentfro: Don't worry, Matt. Just hit him a few more times and, you know, hold his shoulders down for a 3-count.

Jon McDaniel: If only it were all that simple.

Stone brings Cody to his feet and whips him into the corner, following in right after him with a corner clothesline. Cody looks to stumble out, but Stone turns him around and makes him stand on the middle rope, his back to the ring. A pair of clubbing forearms to Cody's back keep him there as Matt steps out onto the apron, nodding in approval of himself.

Jon McDaniel: And there's the kind of cockiness that one might expect from a two-time Television and two-time Grizzly Beer champion.

Brian Rentfro: And he earned all FOUR of those title reigns, might I add.

Stone climbs up to the middle rope via the outside and Bogard fires back. A series of headbutts rock Matt, nearly sending him off of the top.

Brian Rentfro: Oh no!! This doesn't look good!

Cody reaches out and grabs Stone's head, locking him into a front facelock. He looks out quickly at the crowd, pointing up into the air.

Jon McDaniel: He's going for a Superplex!!

Brian Rentfro: No! That won't be good at all!

Cody looks to hook Stone over, but Matt's firm grasp of the top rope prevents the move from happening. Bogard tries another time and meets the same result, as well as a pair of fists to the ribs that knock some of the wind out of him. Stone stands up straight and then flies over Cody, slamming him down to the canvas with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb.

Brian Rentfro: Yes!! Papa was a Rolling Stone!!

Matt quickly shuffles to Bogard, falling atop him.

1!

Stone loosely hooks a leg.

2!!

Matt's eyes widen...

3...

Jon McDaniel: AND HE KICKS OUT!! CODY KICKED OUT JUST BEFORE THE 3!!

Brian Rentfro: Whaaaat?!

Stone sits up, amazed, and looks down at Cody, shaking his head. His eyes, wide from amazement, narrow as he swallows the saliva in his mouth, nodding.

Stone: Okay...alright, no big deal...

Stone rises to his feet, grabbing a handful of Bogard's hair.

Dwayne Cross: Let go of the hair! 1! 2!

Matt brings Cody up to his feet and whips him into the ropes, taking off in the opposite direction. Both men rebound and charge at each other, with Stone leaping up for a flying forearm that Bogard ducks underneath. Cody rolls forward to his feet, quickly turning around, and charges at the rising Stone. Matt quickly tries to mount a defense but fails as Cody nails him with a Kenka Kick, the force sending him onto the apron.

Jon McDaniel: They could be going to the outside...

Cody hits the ropes again, looking for a Kikoshotei, but Matt gets a hand up, blocking it. Stone looks for a right hand but Bogard blocks that, connecting with a surprise headbutt that dazes him. Cody nails a shotei, dazing him again, and then steps between the ropes and onto the apron next to him.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, this just does not look good for Matt!

A pair of forearms to the side of Matt's head rock him, nearly sending him off of the apron, but Cody doubles him over from behind, locking one arm between his legs and the other underneath Bogard's in a pumphandle position.

Jon McDaniel: Pumphandle powerslam off of the apron...!!

Brian Rentfro: NO!! Stone reverses it!!

Bogard deadlifts Matt off of the apron towards his shoulder, but Stone floats over and lands on his feet in the ring. Cody turns around to eat a big right hand to his face, allowing Stone the opportunity to hit the opposite ropes. He comes back, charging in for an Axe Bomber, but Bogard blocks it and drills a forearm into his jaw, sending him rocking back.

Jon McDaniel: Bogard's going aerial...

Cody looks to springboard off the top rope but gets crotched over it via a surprise field goal-style kick to the top rope by Stone. The male fans collectively groan as Matt mocks Cody, feigning his own groin being in pain.

Stone: Ouch! Ouch!

Jon McDaniel: Oh, give me a break...

Matt brushes off his shoulders and climbs the corner, facing Bogard. Stone stands up straight, steadying himself, and quickly runs across the top rope...

Brian Rentfro: Holy...!!

...to deliver a swift 'rana back into the ring to Bogard, drawing a pop from the crowd. Stone jumps up to his feet, smirking, and Bogard rolls to his stomach, forcing himself up to a knee.

Brian Rentfro: Finish him off, Matt! You've got him reeling!!

Matt brings Cody up to his feet and stuns him with a right hand before running the ropes, looking for a lariat. Bogard ducks underneath Stone's arm and locks on a rear waistlock, drilling him with a BRUTAL high angle release German that finds Matt landing on his face rather than his upper back.

Jon McDaniel: Oh MAN!! What a Muscle Burst!

Brian Rentfro: That was SICK!! You'd have to be some sort of demented sociopath to enjoy doing that to a man!

Jon McDaniel: Impartiality, folks. Impartiality.

Bogard rises to his feet as Stone gets to his face, holding his nose, and Cody charges forward, nailing a STIFF lariat that rocks Stone down to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Excalibur Slash!

Cody grabs Stone's legs and rolls forward with a jackknife cover.

1!

2!!

3...

Brian Rentfro: YES! Stone kicked out...it's alright, people, Stone's still in it!

Cody gets up to his feet and backs into the corner, staring down Stone as the former two-time Grizzly Beer champion starts to stir. Cody takes a stance, readying himself to charge, and Stone gets to a knee.

Jon McDaniel: Cody's getting ready...

Brian Rentfro: Who's not being impartial now, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: I'm just calling the action!

Matt rises to his feet, his back to Cody, and Bogard dashes out just as Matt turns, unleashing a brutal Kikoshotei and falling on top of Stone as Matt drops to the mat, hooking his nearest leg.

1!

2!!

3...

Jon McDaniel: AND STONE KICKED OUT!

Cody sits up, shaking his head, and then looks out at the crowd in front of him, his face stoic for a moment.

Brian Rentfro: Wait...what's...what's Cody doing?

Bogard cracks a smile, nodding his head, and then gets to his feet, slowly dragging a thumb across his throat as he lets out a laugh. Cody grabs Matt by the back of the neck and brings him to his feet, doubling him over with a surprise roundhouse to the midsection. Cody lifts Matt up with a gutwrench...

Jon McDaniel: Sanada Ten Braves...!!

Brian Rentfro: NOPE!! STONE SAW IT COMING!!

...but Stone forces himself out and lands on his feet in front of him, quickly kicking out Cody's right leg.

Stone: KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!!

Stone boots Bogard in the side of the head quick, knocking down to the mat. Matt dives down and locks on an Anaconda Vise, cinching it in and pulling back to really put the pressure on Cody's shoulder and neck.

Brian Rentfro: SET IN STONE!! Tap, Cody! TAP!!

Bogard struggles in it, his grimacing face showing the obvious amount of excruciating pain he's in, but his own attempts at fighting out of it are met with nothing more than Matt yanking back, causing more damage in the process.

Jon McDaniel: It does NOT look good Cody right now, folks.

Stone leans back, his head nearly touching Cody's knees, and that proves damning as Bogard surprises him with a pair of knees to the back of his head, forcing Matt to loosen up on his hold. Cody takes full advantage and turns over, dragging Matt down into a surprise pinfall attempt.

1!

2!!

Matt kicks out with relative ease and both men scramble up to their feet, Stone in the center of the ring and Cody in the corner. Stone charges in, looking for a corner lariat, but Cody rolls underneath it, quickly rising to his feet. Stone turns and eats a Kikoshotei, knocking him goofy.

Jon McDaniel: Here it comes...

Cody hits the ropes, looking for a second Kikoshotei, but Stone leaps into him, grabbing the back of his head with both hands as he places his knee against his jaw, drilling him with a vicious, surprise Codebreaker.

Brian Rentfro: C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-...!!

Jon McDaniel: Oh, just say it already!

Brian Rentfro: ...COMBO BREAKER!!!

1!

2!!

3!!!

Dwayne Cross calls for the bell...

**DING, DING, DING**

...and gets the RXW World title handed to him by a ringside attendant, passing it along to Matt Stone as he rises to his feet, holding his arm up into the air in victory.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match….: ...MATT STONE!!!

“Sound of Madness" cues back up as Matt holds the RXW World title high above his head with one hand, using the other to rub his jaw. Bogard rolls out of the ring to the outside, using the apron for leverage to bring himself to a knee. Stone exits the ring and struts up the ramp with Katrina, arm-in-arm, showing her how beautiful his new piece of gold looks.

Vic Wagner vs TMB

Singles Match


The Ominous sound of guitars hit the PA system.

Eric Emerson: Introducing Fighting out of Munich, Germany He stands at a height of 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in at 253 pounds “The Black Magic Bastard” Vic Wagner.

Welcome to out sanguinary sect of worship.
Feel at home in our black conventicle,
As we anathematize
All of those who oppose us.
Don't summon the devil,
Don't call the priests,
If you need the strength
The conjuring. Obey!!!

Vic Wagner appears at the top of the stage in his ring gear. Vic is looking pissed off to be here. Behind him is Dolten Adler holding a large leather bound tone tome over his head. Vic points to the tome and smiles wickedly; before turning around moving towards the top of the ramp.

Behold the flames rise
From the compass' cardinal points.
Burn the sacred oil,
And, with the ashes you'll anoint.

At the top of the ramp Wagner holds up his right hand making the elder sign in-front of him. Vic closes his eyes, and seems to be mumbling something to himself as he rocks back and forth. Vic suddenly stops rocking, and opens his eyes. Vic lowers his right hand, and then begins to head down the ramp with Dolten in-tow.

Arrange the symbols,
Of the wizard, and, magician.
Light the candles,
Place the parchment paper in position

As Vic Wagner heads down the ramp trash talking fans, he almost ends up throwing punches at a few select fans some other fans he makes a jerking motion towards. Dolten yells in German at a few fans that make moves towards himself, and Vic.

Between it's leaves place
The lash from a black cat's eye,
A straw of a broom,
Fold, and, burn, and, centralize
Don't summon the devil,
Don't call the priests,
If you need the strength,
The conjuring.

Vic Wagner rolls into the ring, and stands up motioning for the fans to keep booing him. Dolten hops up onto the apron. Vic then moves over towards his corner. This is where he ends up half sitting and half leaning on/against the second turnbuckle. Dolten walks over to Vic corner, and climbs to the second turnbuckle holding the book over Vic's head. Vic takes his tabard off, and holds it up for Dolten to take. Vic then stretches his arms out over the top ropes waiting for the match to start.

Brian Rentfro: A lot going on in this match. Wagner blames TMB for missing out on his chance to be in tonights main event.

Jon McDaniel: It's sure to be a tough fight, Brian.

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 weap
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 “Fallen Saint”. Black hardly looks out from the hoodie as he walks toward the ring. He stops and cracks his knuckles before raising his hands in the air.

Eric Emerson: He is the 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.

DING DING DING

TMB starts off with some muay thai kicks, focusing his attack on Wagner's legs and thighs to literally pull his legs out from under him. Two baseball bat powered kicks to Wagner's left and right thighs respectively has Wagner backing up and trying to keep his balance caught off guard by the immediate and intense offensive strikes. Black grabs hold of Vic quickly and hits a massive exploder suplex into the corner! The crowd on their feet. TMB tries to come at Wagner but Wagner responds with a backhand chop across TMB's chest. TMB backs up, Wagner with an open hand chop now pushes Black further back. Wagner with another backhanded chop, he seems to be alternating. TMB clutches his chest after the next open palm chop, Wagner with a short arm clothesline takes Black down.

Jon McDaniel: Excellent, excellent action here folks.

Brian Rentfro: A good bit of back and forth it seems.

Wagner immediately locks in an ankle lock pulling Black into the middle of the ring. It slows the pace of the action down, but it has a desired effect as Black winces in pain trying to use his reach to make it to the ropes. Wagner is almost toying with Thomas Manchester Black as he seemingly allows Black to inch closer and closer to the ropes, but at the last moment pulls Black back away from them. TMB is in agony, he tries to out power his way out of it but from his position he is in no position to pull it off. The referee Dwayne Cross asks TMB if he's going to give up, TMB shakes his head no.

Brian Rentfro: Well what a choke artist.

Jon McDaniel: Don't say that. You don't know that.

Brian Rentfro: Pffft.

Just when it seems TMB is about to possibly tap, Wagner looks and lets go, backing away as the crowd boos him. TMB holds his ankle for a moment but realizes he can't waste time, and begins crawling before getting up to his knees. Wagner continues his momentum and brings his knee up across the face of TMB, sending TMB back down to the canvas. He covers.

1!

T-ROPE BREAK!

Jon McDaniel: Gut instinct as Black puts a foot on the bottom rope.

Wagner gets to his feet and shoves referee Dwayne Cross to the canvas, yelling at him. Cross threatens to disqualify Wagner and this gives our AoWF Intercontinental Champion the chance to recover and get back to his feet. As Wagner turns around he walks right into a spinning spinebuster from TMB! Both men are on the canvas, TMB is still feeling the effects of prolonged time he spent under the ankle lock. TMB gets to his feet first, but Vic Wagner isn't far behind. Wagner goes for some more open palm chops but TMB with a thrust kick in muay thai fashion targets Wagners right thigh again. Wagner stumbles momentarily, giving TMB the opportunity to grab Wagner and throw him into and through the ropes. Wagner keeps balance on the ring apron but TMB grabs him and yanks him through the middle rope, Wagner's feet by the ankles keeping him hanging off the ropes. TMB then lifts and drops with a devastating rope hung DDT! The crowd cheers wildly! TMB makes a cover!

1!

2!!

THR- ROPE BREAK!

Brian Rentfro: Ah hah! Two can play this game!

TMB is on his feet and he lifts Wagner up. Wagner with a European uppercut sends Black back! Black rushes forward and hits a jumping knee attack square across Wagners face, flying past him. Wagner spins, but doesn't fall. Wagner with a hammerfist connects! TMB steps back, TMB with an elbow uppercut straight to the chin of Vic Wagner going for the KO blow. It doesn't work, Wagner comes right back with a trapping headbutt. TMB finds his ground and counters with roundhouse kick that almost takes Wagner off his feet! The crowd is going nuts! Wagner locks horns with Black! A power struggle ensues. Wagner with a fishermans brainbuster takes TMB down!

Jon McDaniel: BAH GAWD what unbelievable back and forth action!

Brian Rentfro: World class athletes, Jon. That's what the PWA has. Not like those other idiots down south!

Vic is up, taunting TMB. TMB is up and dodges another European uppercut. He grabs Vic and irish whips him into the ropes. TMB goes for a short arm clothesline but Wagner manages to avoid it! Instead Vic kicks his TMB in the stomach doubling him over in pain, then Vic quickly crosses TMB's arms across his throat. Vic then swings Thomas Manchester Black around so that he and TMB are back to back. Vic then pulls down on TMBs arms as he falls to the mat landing in a sitting position driving his right shoulder into his TMBs neck! The crowd gasps!

Jon McDaniel: THE HANGED MAN! This could be it for Thomas Manchester Black!

1!

Brian Rentfro: Kinda funny Vic would use a move called "The Hanged Man" on a dude who is...

2!!

Jon McDaniel: Don't get us sued, Brian.

3!!!

NO! NO! Wagner sits up, breaking the count himself. He smirks, he isn't finished.

Jon McDaniel: He had this won!

Brian Rentfro: And here is dumbest moment of the week folks.

Wagner lifts TMB up and then takes him right back down with a T-Bone suplex. Wagner covers again.

1!

T-BREAK! Wagner gets off of TMB and breaks the count. The crowd boos Wagner and Wagner stands up and taunts them. TMB from the ground however, grabs hold of Wagner and rolls him up quickly!

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

TMB gets up and Wagner does too. Wagner goes to the top rope as quick as he can, and comes off with a double axe handle smash. TMB stumbles, holding his head and also wobbling with a still weakened ankle. Wagner goes back to the top rope and goes for a diving clothesline, BUT THOMAS MANCHESTER BLACK OUT OF NO WHERE CATCHES HIM WITH THE BRANCHES OF SIN! THE CROWD GOES NUTS!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jon McDaniel: TMB not as arrogant, he sticks to a pin that'll get him victory.

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, THOMAS MANCHESTER BLACK!

Dwayne Cross raises TMB's hand, as TMB grabs the AoWF Intercontinental title and throws it over his shoulder to head backstage. However it isn't "Electric Worry" that plays.

Jon McDaniel: Uh oh.

"See What I've Become" by Zack Hemsey and the towering man known as Benjamin Dyce steps out with a microphone in hand, and his valet/girlfriend Maya Kalis right behind him. He approaches TMB, and TMB isn't about to back down.

Benjamin Dyce: It isn't I whom you have to worry about.

Benjamin smirks, walking past TMB. TMB walks away and up the ramp, perhaps wondering what Dyce meant. Wagner is up in the ring, rubbing his throat. He looks up as Dyce climbs up onto the apron and over the top rope. Dyce looks down at Wagner and waits for the music to cut.

Benjamin Dyce: You are pitiful.

Dyce spits on the canvas near Wagner. Wagner pulls himself to his feet and stares into Dyce's eyes.

Benjamin Dyce: Weak. Ay boy, you demonstrate to the world week in and week out that there is always a place for the failures of this world.

Maya circles the ring, licking her lips and smiling. Wagner keeps a close eye on her as he keeps an eye on Dyce. Wagner clenches his fists.

Benjamin Dyce: Where is your god now, Vic?

Dyce drops the microphone and steps forward calmly. Wagner rushes forward and hits Benjamin Dyce with a bionic elbow smash. Dyce hits a chop against Wagner's throat and then grabs him. Dyce lifts Wagner up for a chokeslam with one hand and begins pummeling him in the ribs, chest and stomach with the other before spinning him and slamming him to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: The Spectres Call!

Dyce leaves the ring, and Maya finds him and smirks. She puts a cigarette in his mouth, as he watches Wagner look up at him from the canvas. Maya lights the cigarette for him and Dyce exhales the smoke, before turning around and walking arm in arm with Maya back up the ramp.

Brian Rentfro: I think Dyce means business.

Jon McDaniel: But did he just bite off more than he can chew by picking a fight with a man as talented as Vic Wagner?

But wait, there's more


Suddenly, "Sympathy for the Devil" by Guns 'N Roses hits the sound system as Thomas Manchester Black looks up at the stage waiting for it. The crowd is roaring.

Jon McDaniel: Well, we all know why Matthew Engel is coming out here right now.

Brian Rentfro: Unfinished business, Jon.

Engel appears on the stage in his ring gear with a microphone.

The Virus: Tom... Tommy... yeah, that was a good match. I guess.

Engel shrugged his shoulders.

The Virus: I didn't really watch it, I'm getting ready for a super important AOWF title match tonight. Not that you know anything about that, man. When was the last time you defended that title anyway?

Virus scratches his head.

The Virus: Yeah I can't remember. I just wanted to let you know, Black, that you and I are far from over. You see, while you may not be the number one priority of mine tonight, rest assured that next week on Rampage you are going to be.

The crowd starts a VI-RUS! VI-RUS! chant.

The Virus: That's bad news for you. So enjoy the rest of your night, enjoy that I'm not currently targeting you at the moment, but next week you will pay for those sins of yours, boy. As the old saying goes, I do not forgive and I do not forget. Remember that, punk.

Engel drops the mic as "Sympathy for the Devil" comes back on the sound system. Engel raises his PWA Tag Championship in the air and gets a pop from the crowd as he heads backstage. TMB looks pissed as all Hell, bangs a few chairs around and disappears through the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Things are still intense between The Virus and Thomas Manchester Black, where we no doubt await another match between the two to settle differences.

Brian Rentfro: It might have gone on the backburner for a moment, but that just goes to show how much Engel cares about his match tonight and Second 2 None. But it isn't over, Jon, and it's going to be interesting to see what happens between them next week.

Simon Kalis Appreciation Week 2 Part 1

Riona Langly (C) vs Simon Kalis, Glass Chamber Match


We pan away from the ring to our giant ominous box setup by the ring. A number of lucky fans are pushed right up to the glass, surrounding it on each side. The rest have their eyes fixed to the screen.

Jon McDaniel: This is it folks. The match everyone has been waiting for.

Brian Rentfro: Perhaps the match these two have been waiting for, for a very long time. Simon Kalis has been a thorn in Riona's side since he arrived to the PWA in August 2009. Things have heated up, cooled down and heated up again over the last year and a half.

Jon McDaniel: They have fought in wars, as allies and as enemies. The Order of Chaos of Masakazu and Simon Kalis initially helped the Apostles destroy The Pantheon by turning on Hunter Sullivan at a pivitol point of WarGames 2009.

Brian Rentfro: We all know now they only helped to take out the only thing stopping The Order from making it's own push for power and dominance over the PWA half a year later, culminating in last month's WarGames in bloody fashion. And just when Riona could rest at ease? Kalis was held back by the Board of Directors the entire time the powerplay was underway from fighting for any titles. The only thing the Apostle victory over The Order did was free Simon of that bondage, and set him loose on Riona Langly as she took back the title from Lucious.

Jon McDaniel: With the help of Chamelion, of all people- Simon Kalis was given a shot at Riona.

Brian Rentfro: He warned her her war path would be doom for her. He might be right. Hell, PWA HISTORY might be made tonight. Has there ever been a black World Champion?

Jon McDaniel: Not sure...

Brian Rentfro: There you go!

Jon McDaniel: Regardless! Now these two will fight for the top prize in the business and inside of the unique and entrapping Glass Chamber. Fifteen feet high and twenty five feet wide all around, this will enclose these two competitors inside of it's clutches with no ring, no ropes, no weapons, no possibility of interference. This will be the truest one on one bout of wrestling ever seen in PWA history. There will be a winner folks, there will be an Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following match is schedueled for one fall and will be a Glass Chamber Match for the Pioneer Wrestling Association UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The crowd explodes with cheers as the cameras pan the massive Glass Chamber that surrounds what was once ringside. The ring has been completely removed and instead Olympic wrestling mats have been put in its place.

Eric Emerson: Introducing FIRST, THE CHAMPIOOOOON!!!!!

### Today... my name... is pain... ###

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened ADCTron show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages... A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR... The guitar stops it's long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the ADCTron... Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, Viktor Stone, Matthew Engel, Raizzor, and Marxx...

### Tonight... Tonight... ###
### Tonight... ###

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....

### GO! ###

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose, the Intercontinental Championship flinging out in her left arm, as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring, slinging the title onto her shoulder.

Eric Emerson: Introducing... she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 142 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches. She is the PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION... UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### WE BLEED TONIGHT! ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the glass chamber. Maya Kalis runs out from behind her and gives her a big hug and high five as they both stare into the looming Glass Chamber.

Eric Emerson: Accompanied to the Glass Chamber by MAYA!!!

### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your PWA UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona saunters into the glass chamber, calm, cool and collected.

### We Bleed Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###
### WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT... ###

Riona starts some light stretches as she hands referee Lance Weston the PWA World title and Maya blows her a good luck kiss from just outside the chamber.

Jon McDaniel: Riona looks ready, she knows what needs to be done. She didn't fight through all the adversity she's had to face only to have the World title slip through her fingers for a third time this year.

Brian Rentfro: You forget who she's facing. He is the man who has main evented almost every single pay per view since his return in February at Genesis. When he came to the PWA, he was called the Future. The Future World Champion, a Future Hall of Famer.

Jon McDaniel: Now you're going to say Riona isn't going to be a Hall of Famer one day?!

Brian Rentfro: Oh no I think she will, but she is facing an opponent blessed with destiny. The Original First Class Felon, The Last Superstar. Your next World Champion folks...

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, THE CHALLENGER!

"The World Is Not Enough" by Garbage begins to play over the sound systems as the lights in the arena all dim, with a single spotlight shining on the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, standing at six feet and three inches tall. He hails from MONTREAL, QUEBEC CANADA!

From backstage, a number of individuals in black tuxedo's begin pouring out on the right side of the ramp. All of them have the letters "FCF" spray painted on their backs and Richard Nixon masks over their faces. On the left side a number of women in black dresses step out, FCF spray painted on their backs and Richard Nixon masks over their faces.

The world is noooooot enough!!!
But it's the perfect place to start, my love!!!
And if you're strong enough???
Together, we can take the WORLD apart, my love!!!

As the chorus finishes, there is a loud screech over the sound systems as the song is cut off and "Walk on Water" by Ozzy Osbourne hits the speakers.

Eric Emerson: Accompanied to the Chamber by MASA.. KA... ZU!!

Masakazu removes his Richard Nixon mask and throws it in the crowd, stepping forward and recieving a fairly nice applause from the fans. Suddenly however the lights go all out, and gold pyros begins to slowly rise in arches towards the center of the entrance ramp in a consistent stream of sparks.

Eric Emerson: He is the ORIGINAL First Class Felon... THE LAST SUPERSTAR.... SIMON KALIS!

The lights turn back on as Simon Kalis stands in the middle of the pyros with a black hoodie on that covers his face. He sways back and forth then throws his arms into the air, as well as his gaze as the pyros fire off in one final explosive precussion that has the fans both cheering and booing. The pyros stop and Kalis removes the hood, throwing it to a fan. He steps forward, and for the first time he is sporting traditional wrestling gear. Kalis adjusts his elbow pads and stretches. He's wearing black spandex tights from the waist down, with the word "OUTLAW" emblazened on his left leg and the word "KALIS" on his right. As he steps forward he hugs Masakazu and we can see that the First Class Felony emblem is emblazened right over his ass. He adjusts the knee brace on his left leg and begins moving forward towards the chamber.

Jon McDaniel: Don't think I've ever seen Kalis actually wear anything but jean shorts or khaki's to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Kalis is reminding us that he was once known as a very great technical wrestler. I think the tights are a visualization of that fact.

Kalis walks around the chamber and fans clap his back and taunt him as he passes by them. He places his hand on the chamber as he passes it by, looking it over up and down as he taps against the plexiglass. He hugs Masakazu one more time before stepping into the chamber with Riona and senior referee Lance Weston. Masakazu meets up with Maya and they both smile and hug each other. Weston finally grabs the PWA World title from Riona and raises it in the air for everyone to see before handing it to the ring official who takes it out of the chamber. As he does this Rayn comes from the backstage area and joins Masa and Maya at ringside. Masakazu and Maya both seem ready to strike out at their uncle but he raises his hands to say he is here to spectate and stands away from them, a cynical smirk over his face.

Jon McDaniel: Jeez the whole Kalis family is out here for this match aren't they? But if Maya is sort of on Riona's side, and Mas on Simon's... Who is Rayn with?

Brian Rentfro: He's gonna be with whoever walks out of here Champion, and by that I mean he probably wants to get Rumble in the Bronx started tonight.

Westen pats down Riona Langly for any weapons and does the same to Kalis as the glass chamber is now locked, sealed and ready. Security removes the barricades from ringside and fans from front row pour in to get a closer look. They all press against the glass, slapping and hitting it as Riona and Kalis begin to circle each other in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Gotta say I'm loving the new look Kalis. I don't think he's wrestled in actual wrestling tights for half a decade.

Jon McDaniel: How do you get the taste of his ass out of your mouth, Brian? It's time for Riona to show us why she is the PWA's last hope.

DING DING DING

Kalis grabs the edge of his tights by the waists and pulls them forward, allowing them to snap back against his skin. He smiles at Riona as he grabs ahold of his junk and gives her a wink but Riona is having none of his supramist bullshit as she charges in right off the bat. She immediately goes for a lariat but Kalis sidesteps her and lands a quick strike with the side of his palm into her throat. He grabs her head and neck and DDT's her into the mats before wrapping his legs around her torso and maintaing the hold. He yells as he rips into her neck, pulling back and closing his arm tightly around it. Riona starts throwing punches wildly into his ribs and gut trying to escape. Finally she does and she sits up, Kalis throws her a cocky smirk as she sits on top of his lip but she immediately strikes him with a punch straight to his throat. He immediately coughs and chokes, rolling away from her while he holds his throat. Riona grabs him by his right leg and lifts it up, smashing his knee into the ground. She does it again as he tries to crawl away before stomping repeatedly on the back of his knee, then his knee cap as he rolls onto his back though the reinforced knee pads he's wearing help stave off severe damage. Kalis sends out a sharp thrust kick to Riona's tights, alternating between his legs for kicks until she backs off. Kalis rolls away and gets to his feet, placing his fist against the glass and fist bumping another fan through it as Riona stands back and catches her breath.

Jon McDaniel: This is intense, Brian. Some serious back and forth here.

Brian Rentfro: Riona seems a little out of it already though doesn't see? Perhaps she's distracted by the massive bulge in Kalis' tights.

Jon McDaniel: I think the question is why YOU noticed that, Brian.

Riona and Kalis rush each other but Riona stops short and grabs Kalis by the shoulders, throwing him face first towards the plexiglass wall. He hits it and bounces back, holding his face as Riona kicks him in the back of the knee. It brings him to one knee. She grabs his neck and head again and drops back for an inverted DDT that snaps Kalis knee as well. Kalis grabs his left knee as Riona instinctively gets back to her feet. She takes a few steps back then runs forward and hits a double foot stomp right on that very same knee, the left one with the brace. Kalis winces in pain and rolls away as quick as he can. He looks up as the fans at the wall slap their hands against it mocking him. Riona calmly walks towards him and grabs him by the neck again, lifting him to his knees. Kalis punches her in the gut and grabs her shoulders, reaching up and bringing her down while pulling himself up. He knees her in the face and then wraps his hand around her neck. He lifts her up quickly, all the way and into the air. Cameras flash across the arena as he brings her down to the mat hard with a thunderous chokeslam, catching everyone off guard with the move. Kalis climbs on top of Riona, wrapping his legs around her waist and pressing his knees against her ribs as he holds both her shoulders down.

1!

Brian Rentfro: That's one way to do a pinfall.

2!!

Jon McDaniel: You're telling me!


THR-RIONA REVERSES!

Riona quickly pushes forward, kneeing Kalis in the stomach and holds him down for a cover just as he did her.

1!

Brian Rentfro: I think Simon is enjoying the position he finds himself in.

2!!

Jon McDaniel: What gave it away? The giant smile?

THR-KICK OUT!

Kalis throws Riona off of himself and quickly rolls away and onto his feet. He begins swaying back and forth in a fighting stance as Riona gets to her feet as well. Kalis rushes her and Riona drop toe holds Kalis face first into the glass chamber wall. Kalis' head snaps back and blood spurts everywhere. The fans against the glass wall cheer, hoot and holler as Kalis rolls onto his face and holds his nose... It's broken and bleeding! He scoffs as Riona rushes towards him and lands a moonsault onto him as he's laid out, making sure she hits her leg over his face. Kalis quickly pulls himself onto his shoulders in a great display of athleticism and spins on his shoulders like he was break dancing before bringing both his legs back down towards Riona as she gets up. He grabs her by the waist with his legs and jumps onto back with a big push. He locks his legs around Riona and slams her to the mat and then applies an unorthodox crippler crossface from behind instead of next to her. He pulls her arm back and screams as Riona refuses to quit. Weston continues to check on her but Kalis does not relent until we hear a huge POP! Kalis falls back and off of Riona as she winces in horrible pain, her left arm hanging limp off of her torso as she gets to her feet using Lance Weston as a pull. Kalis is back on his feet and wipes the blood from his face as he stalks her carefully. Riona stumbles forward and snaps her dislocated shoulder back into place to the oohhhs and ahhhs of the fans immediately in front of her. Kalis grabs Riona quickly and smashes her face against the glass chamber walls once, twice, thrice! She stumbles back and Kalis unleashes a sickening barrage of lefts and rights. Riona's head twists as blood spurts from her mouth and she stumbles forward again. Kalis taunts the fans by putting his ass to the glass chamber wall as the fans try to kick it to no avail.

Jon McDaniel: This is raw, Brian. It is a real fight, a real wrestling match.

Brian Rentfro: I'm surprised they're both bleeding now so easily.

Jon McDaniel: WarGames' stitches probably haven't fully healed yet.

Kalis turns around as Riona clotheslines him to the ground for his insolence. He's right back up but The PWA World Champion hip tosses his black ass to the olympic wrestling mat below. Kalis gets right back up again and dodges a straight punch from Riona only to get an blind elbow to the back of the head as he steps passed her. Riona jumps onto Kalis' back and locks in a sleeper hold as she holds on to the much taller challenger. Kalis swings his body back and forth trying to get Riona off of him but she only maintains her hold over his neck. She spits blood forward but only gets a little bit on Simon's face. It's enough though to blind Kalis slightly as she puts her feet to his feet and then kicks him forward with tremendous force into the glass chamber. Kalis' face boings off the glass chamber walls as the fans howl at him from behind the glass. Riona goes up behind him and begins smashing his face against the wall repeatedly. She doesn't stop to the point everyone's lost count and Kalis' stitches on his forehead from WarGames have burst open. Kalis stumbles backwards in a complete daze as Riona kicks him in the gut and delivers him to the mat with a double armed DDT. Kalis' head bounces off the mat and he remains motionless, rolling onto his back and blood all over his face. The glass chamber rattles as the fans squeezed against it smack their hands against it hard begging Riona to pin. She just laughs as she grabs Kalis by the throat and lifts him to his knees. Kalis kneels before her on his knees and his head tilted back. He smirks as he wags his tongue really fast near Riona's crotch and Riona responds with a swift knee to the side of Kalis' head. Kalis droops over to the right side but straightens himself out, still wagging his tongue with a cocky grin. Riona knees him again, this time he droops over to the left side. Riona begins chopping his chest with her backhand to the roars of the crowd! One! Two! Three! Four! Kalis is using his hands by putting them behind him to just keep his balance as his chest turns red. Suddenly he pushes himself forward and grabs Riona's legs. He sweeps her off her feet and rolls her forward onto her shoulders as he presses himself up against her, he grabs her arms and holds her down with himself arched over her! Weston drops for the count!

1!

Jon McDaniel: I'm seeing a pattern here, Brian.

2!!

Brian Rentfro: What? The fact Kalis makes sure his crotch is against Riona's everytime he pins her?!

TH-KICK OUT!

Kalis falls off of Riona as is still obviously hurt, but smiling as he holds his chest with his left hand and wipes the blood from his face with his right.

Jon McDaniel: He better realize that'll probably only piss Riona off more and not help his cause here.

Riona Langly leg drops onto the downed Kalis and then proceeds to apply a front face lock on her challenger. Kalis winces in pain as Riona pulls back and applies ever increasing pressure. Lance Weston is down on one knee and checking Simon Kalis out to see if he's finished. Kalis yells no but his hand begins to slowly raise in the air. The crowd stands on their feet, the fans right at the glass chamber press up against it to get the best look possible. Kalis seems ready to tap as he quickly slams his hand down BUT he stops and waves it around with a middle finger. Riona cusses him out as she moves with the hold, applying more pressure but Kalis maintains a cynical laughter. He begins pushing himself up off the mat with his free hand and lifts Riona up with him. He throws himself, by the side she is on, into the glass chamber forcing Riona to let go. Kalis grabs Riona by the neck and lifts her up against the glass chamber wall with his right hand. She kicks but he moves his upper body from side to side to avoid the kicks as she grabs his hand with both of hers. Kalis smirks as he chokes her while holding her up before pushing her around and taking her from the wall of the glass chamber back into the air. He puts his hand on her lower back and slams her down hard to the mat. Kalis lifts her up to a sit up position and immediately locks in the katahajimi collar choke hold. The fans roar, in shock at the move Kalis locks on. He puts his face to Riona's and talks into her ears but she yells back, refusing to surrender. Riona tries to shoot an elbow blindly into Kalis' sides and it works but Kalis immediately improvises and locks his legs around Riona and rolling both of them to the mat. He kicks her legs as she elbows his sides all the while Kalis is maintaining the katahajimi.

Jon McDaniel: Wow. This match has been pretty intense so far.

Brian Rentfro: The fans are eating this up, Jon.

Riona wins out as she throws another elbow with her free arm into Kalis' side, he lets go. He keeps his legs wrapped around Riona and laughs but Riona turns it against him by using one arm to make sure his legs stay wrapped around her. She pushes herself up to her feet in reverse then arches backwards, putting her head against Kalis' chest as she rolls him up for an arching pin.

1!

Brian Rentfro: Whoa!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: Kalis can't believe it!

THRE-KICK OUT!!! KICK OUT!

Kalis gets his legs free and throws his shoulder up but his lower back is in pain from the weird pin. Kalis tries to crawl away from Riona but she grabs back onto him and locks in an Indian Deathlock! Kalis winces in horrible pain as he thrashes about in the ring. Riona throws herself back and forth against the mat and back up as she maintains the Indian deathlock on Kalis. Kalis grabs his legs and shakes his head furiously refusing to tap out. The crowd is on their feet as Kalis yells in pain, even Masakazu and Maya at ringside can't believe what they're seeing. Kalis looks around in gut instinct for the ropes and screams an obsenity as he realizes there are no ropes.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think I've ever seen Kalis in this much genuine pain. At least he's never expressed it so violently and Riona knows she has him. His knees are his weak point and she is going to break his legs and win this match!

Brian Rentfro: I wouldn't count Simon out just yet but he sure is pissed now that it clicked there is no rope breaks.

Riona brings herself completely forward then drops back, this time she's the one laughing and smiling as Kalis' head rolls around on the mat, he's stopped thrashing around.

Jon McDaniel: They say the Indian Deathlock is the most painful submission in all of wrestling, and seeing Kalis slowly slip away like this I'm inclined to agree here Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Come on Simon! Get up! Get up! No one has EVER made Kalis pass out or tap out! Don't let Riona finish you this way!!!

Kalis' eyes close and the blood from his forehead has slowly stopped running, but it covers his eyes and mouth. Riona feels victory within her grasp now as she continues to apply pressure and Lance Weston has no choice but to raise Kalis' right arm. He holds it up, and Kalis' arm falls limp.

1!

As Weston throws up a one, it seems half the crowd begins cheering and chanting for Kalis to get up while the other half cheers Riona on.

Fans: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

Weston raises Kalis' hand again, and it drops limp for a second time but his eyes have opened!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: Oh my GOD NO! KALIS! WAKE UP! GET UP!

Jon McDaniel: THIS iS IT BRIAN! RIONA WILL RETAIN!


Lance Weston raises Simon Kalis' hand for a third time...

Kalis Fans: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

Riona Fans: RIONA! RIONA! RIONA! RIONA! RIONA!

Lance Weston drops Kalis' right hand for a third time and... Kalis holds it up! He holds it up and screams as he pushes himself up and grabs Riona's head, hooking it into his left arm and pulling her towards him. He screams, she screams back at him as Kalis begins wailing on Riona's ribs and chest with right after right fist while holding her head between his left arm. Kalis yells in pain until finally Riona falls back and her Indian deathlock is released. Kalis rolls away screaming as he holds his knees, but Masakazu behind the glass wall puts his fist to the wall near Simon and yells at his father to get up. Maya kneels down and calls for Riona to get back to her feet as well, pushing her aunt to finish off her father. Rayn stands back amongst the crowd of fans, his arms crossed and simply nodding in respect to both Riona and Simon.

Jon McDaniel: This folks, is what it's about. The PWA World title on the line, and two of the premier athletes in the PWA today giving it every ounce of flesh and blood to have it. This is the PWA at it's best, folks.

Brian Rentfro: Wow I'm sweating here, whew.

Kalis remains in a fetal position and Riona holds her sides as she curls up opposite Simon. She's first to her feet, but slowly. Meanwhile Kalis tightens the brace over his left knee as he sits up against the Glass Chamber wall and catches his breath. Fans near that side of the wall bang the glass behind him and taunt and cheer him on. Riona leans against the glass chamber wall where she is, and looks at Simon and nods. Kalis gets to his feet slowly and wipes the fresh and dry blood from his face and nods back at her. He moves forward gingerly, Riona moves forward readily.

Simon Kalis: You're mine now.

Riona Langly: We'll see about that, Simon.

Kalis points to Riona and smiles as she rushes towards him. Riona rushes Kalis and goes for a running knee to the head, to which Kalis uses his veteran presence of mind to sidestep and avoid. Riona tumbles forward but maintains her balance as she presses against the chamber wall. Kalis jumps forward and kicks her straight on the spinal cord, sending Riona to her knees in pain. Kalis places his left leg on her lower back as he grabs her arms and begins pulling back, using his stronger right leg to maintain balance and control. Lance Weston checks on Riona to see if she'll quit but she flat out refuses as Kalis leans into the move. Suddenly Kalis slips his left leg up, and lets go of Riona's right arm as he shoves her face first into the glass chamber wall with a vicious sliding kick to the back of her head. All the while he tries to rip out the arm he had previously dislocated from her shoulder. Riona's head smacks against the glass chamber wall and Kalis drops to his right knee behind her and begins smashing her face repeatedly against it. Fans take pictures quickly on their cell phones as Kalis wails on her head until she begins bleeding all over the place. Lance Weston intervenes and forces Kalis to back off for a moment while he checks on Riona. Riona hits the mat and doesn't seem to be moving as Weston checks on her, the fans are all in shock at the pure brutality of such a simple mode of attack that Kalis himself got earlier in the match. Kalis steps back, still groggy and still aching in his knees as he begins ripping the olympic wrestling mat from the ground.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus Christ what is he doing?

Brian Rentfro: Showing us Da Row Inmate in him, Jon. Oh yeah. Ask Corey Lazarus 'bout it 'bout it.

Jon McDaniel: I thought there'd be no weapons in this match?


Brian Rentfro: The floor isn't a weapon, Jon!

Weston turns around to watch as Kalis rolls up the olympic mat and pushes it into a corner like a rolled rug. He stomps his foot down on the bare concrete floor of the arena as Riona gets to her feet. Maya is in front of her from outside the chamber and points behind her. Riona quickly turns around as Kalis goes for a roundhouse kick and she ducks it quickly. Riona jumps up behind Kalis and wraps her right arm around his neck, dropping back for a DDT straight onto the concrete and bashing the back of Kalis' head against it.

Jon McDaniel: BACKFIRE!

Kalis grabs the back of his head in pain as Riona, on her knees before him begins bashing his head up and down against the concrete. Kalis quickly counters and rolls himself onto his shoulders, grabbing Riona by the neck with his legs and slamming her to the ground. He rolls away and gets to his feet as she stands up, wiping the blood from her face and parting her hair back. Kalis dekes in front of her, she sidesteps but he was faking and he gouges her in the eyes! Kick to the sternum! TEARS OF REDEMPTION!!! The crowd is ON THEIR FEET as Kalis hooks both legs quickly!!!

1!

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD NOT LIKE THIS! RIONA!!!! GET UP!!!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: And the NEW PWA Wor-

THREEEEEEEE KICK OUT! KICK OUT! KICK OUT! RIONA LANGLY KICKS OUT OF THE TEARS OF REDEMPTION!!!

Jon McDaniel: HAH WHAT WAS THAT BRIAN?! WHAT WAS THAT?!

Brian Rentfro: ...

Kalis sits up and can't believe what he's seeing. He looks up at Lance Weston who holds up two fingers and then back at Riona who is just smiling back at him.

Jon McDaniel: Riona Langly has done a rare thing folks.

Brian Rentfro: Whatever. She's just lucky Simon can't do the Sentencing since there's no top rope.

Jon McDaniel: Don't make excuses. You're downplaying the heart and spirit of Riona Langly who deserves our adulation and respect right now.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, yeah.

Kalis gets to his feet absolutely pissed off, as Riona slowly gets back to her feet. As Kalis turns around he's met with a sudden spike DDT right onto the concrete floor and he yells out in pain as he begins to bleed from the open wound on his forehead again. Kalis crawls away from her and she smiles sadistically as she stalks him from behind. Kalis gets to his feet and Masakazu rushes over to the side where he is and from behind the glass chamber wall he tries to warn Simon but it's too late as Riona gets up behind him and wraps her arms under Simon's. She holds for a moment and steps back, Kalis' eyes widening as she drops back and hits the DETANATOR!!! THE DETANATOR ON SIMON KALIS! The crowd goes NUTS!!!! Maya jumps up and down as Masakazu holds his head with both hands, Riona turning Simon over and hooking the leg.

1!

Jon McDaniel: NOW, Brian. NOW it's over!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: NOOOOOOO!!!! MY LORD! MY LORD KICK OUT!!! ALL HAIL REMEMBER?!

THREEEEEEEEE- WHAT?! WHAT?! KALIS THROWS A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!!!

Brian Rentfro: HAHAHA YES YES YES YES YES!!!!! SIMON KALIS DOES IT AGAIN FOLKS!!!

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe it...

Brian Rentfro: Neither can Riona, Jon...

Riona looks at Weston who shakes his head holding up two fingers. Kalis grabs Riona's hair and pulls her towards him and begins whispering into her ears. She pushes him off and he smirks as he licks his lips and grabs his crotch in absolute disrespect and defiance. Riona crashes an elbow straight over Kalis' throat and his eyes pop as he begins to choke and hold his neck. He rolls away on the cold concrete and still feels the pain of the Detanator. Riona wipes the blood from her face, as does Kalis and they both get up. Riona rushes to Kalis! She lands a vicious roaring elbow! Another! Another! And ANOTHER! Kalis is groggy and as Riona goes for yet another, he drops himself to his knees and sends a right fist straight into her gut. She keels forward and he grabs her by the waist and pulls her down to the cold concrete ground. He quickly lifts her up by the leg and pulls it over himself and locks in an Argentine leg lock on Riona Langly! Langly writhes in pain as she shakes her head refusing to tap out. Lance Weston checks on her and she maintains she's not quitting as Kalis screams at her.

Simon Kalis: JUST TAP OUT! SAVE YOURSELF RIONA! TAP THE FUCK OUT! QUIT BITCH! QUIT! QUIT!

Suddenly from the entrance ramp, which is barricaded from the fans, a menacing figure appears. Kalis continues to apply pressure and Riona continues to shake her head but Kalis' eyes shoot up as none other than Raizzor himself stands atop the entrance ramp glaring back at Simon. Riona raises her hand with a clench fist, gritting her teeth and shaking her head wildly but right before anything happens Kalis lets go of her and stands up. Raizzor points at Simon Kalis while Riona Langly takes the time out to recover, holding her right leg in agony. Raizzor takes his thumb and drags it across his throat and then points back to Simon Kalis. Kalis nods in acceptance but he shouldn't have let himself get distracted. Riona is right up behind him and grabs Kalis by the crotch and rolls him up, he slams his head on the concrete hard as she does this.

1!

Raizzor's mouth twitches, as if he was almost going to grin.

2!!

Brian Rentfro: NOT NOW RAIZZOR YOU SON OF A BITCH!

3!!!!!!!!!!

Lance Weston waves his arms saying no, no, NO! Kalis' shoulder is up and Riona slams her fist into his chest in anger. Kalis laughs it off and smiles as he remains on the ground breathing heavily. Riona Langly is on her feet and she shakes her head as she notices Raizzor, who slowly disappears back behind the curtain. Kalis slowly gets to his feet and the back of his head is cut open now and he's bleeding a bit. He pulls his tights out and grabs a black bandana from somewhere inside his tights, Riona looks at him with disgust as he wraps it around his bald bleeding head to slow the bleeding. Riona rushes Kalis but he opens his arms and grabs onto her. He lifts her off of her feet and locks in a bear hug of all moves. He swings her around in his arms like a ragdoll, putting his face near her chest and smiling. She spits blood at him and he stumbles back, blinded but maintaining his grip around her. Riona sends a roaring elbow into his head but Kalis maintains the hold. He shoots back with a headbutt which sends Riona's neck snapping back. Kalis rushes forward blindly and slams her against the glass chamber wall. She throws another roaring elbow into his head but all it does is get some of the blood out of his eyes allowing him to see with one eye open. He slams her against the wall again and smiles as he does so, but Riona has had enough. She puts her thumbs in his eyes and he begins to scream but he maintains the hold. Riona yells as she tries literally ripping his eyes out so Kalis slams her to the ground with him on top of her. He's winded and remains on top of her, forcing his weight onto her. He smiles and she headbutts him back, pushing him off of her. Kalis rubs his face and looks up and the fans pressed against the glass walls cringe as his eye appears to be bleeding and severely red in the left socket.

Simon Kalis: You fucking BITCH! You blinded my left eye! WHAT THE FUCK!?

Kalis kicks the ground as he holds his face and Lance Weston checks up on him. Riona looks at him and laughs as she sits up against one side of the glass chamber and catches her breath.

Brian Rentfro: Kalis might be blind in his left eye after that! Jesus!

Jon McDaniel: I guess he should've taken the contract WITH health care that Chamelion offered him in the first place? Serves this prick right.

Brian Rentfro: How dare you!

Lance Weston: I may need to call the bell on this one, Simon.

Simon Kalis: Like fuck you will.

Kalis jumps to his feet and slides the bandana over his left eye and stomps his feet several time. Riona is on her feet and she points her hand towards him in a classic "bring it bitch" fashion.

Riona Langly: So much for your "EYES of Eternity" there, Simon.

Simon Kalis: You're a special kind of cunt, you know that?

Kalis rushes Riona and she rushes Simon, but she stops quickly as Kalis spears her! BUT Riona locks his left arm around Kalis' neck and slams his head into the glass chamber walls as he spears her against them. She continues this, not letting go. Kalis wiggles his way out of it and they lock horns and grapple for the first time in the match. Kalis goes for a suplex and lifts Riona all the way up in the air! But Riona's fighting back and manages to get herself back to her feet and then she grips Kalis' tights and in a sheer display of adrenaline RIONA suplexes SIMON and awkardly into the glass chamber wall! Kalis crumbles into a heap upside down on his head against the wall and with his body bent out of shape, his legs arched over his head Riona throws herself onto him crushing his own body against itself as she makes the cover!

1!

Jon McDaniel: 5'9, 140 pound Riona Langly just suplexed 6'3, 215 pound Simon Kalis. That was pure adrenaline folks and super human strength!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah? All the good it'll do!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Brian Rentfro: See?

Kalis kicks out at the two and a half count and falls over onto his side, breathing heavily. Riona rolls away from him and lays on her back in disbelief.

Riona gets back to her feet with a fiery passion in her eyes but so does Simon Kalis. Out of NOWHERE Kalis straightens his body and hits REMEMBRANCE on Riona Langly! Riona doesn't fall down though! She stumbles back in a complete and utter daze as Kalis yells at her. He begins unleashing a barrage of kicks and punches. He hits her in the face several times with a quick succession of lefts and rights. He jumps back and forth, swaying and dancing on his toes as he sends out vicious kicks to Riona's thighs, snapping them out Muay Thai style and instead of hitting with his feet he hits with his shins to her thighs several times. He follows it up with an elbow uppercut to her face, then grabs her with his left hand by her hair as he repeatedly brings roaring elbows into her skull. She stumbles around nearly falling as Kalis puts himself behind her and unleashes more Muay Thai styled power kicks to her back and the back of her legs. He's literally swirling in circles around her kicking her repeatedly all over, aiming his shins like baseball bats into her thighs, knees, ribs and arms. The crowd is going nuts trying to keep up with the count as Kalis lays in a rising knee to her chest for the 46th strike... Finally he jumps back and screams as he sends out a vicious superkick to Riona Langly's face, sending the PWA World Champion spinning, then to her knees, and finally she collapses onto her stomach.

Brian Rentfro: AK-47!!! AK-47!!! AK-47!!! And it's NEVER looked better!

Kalis gasps for air as he falls to his knees, completely drained by the 47 strike hit combo as he rolls Riona over onto her back. He puts himself on top of her and collapses over her. Lance Weston drops for the count!

1!

Jon McDaniel: RIONA! GET UP RIONA!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: ALLL HAILLL!!!!

3!!!!!!!!...........NO! NO! NO!!! RIONA KICKS OUT! RIONA LANGLY KICKS OUT!

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! RIONA IS STILL IN IT FOLKS!

Brian Rentfro: ...I'm speechless.

Kalis rolls off of Riona and breathes heavily. He shakes his head and puts his hands on his chest in utter disbelief. Riona is smiling as she turns her head and looks at Simon who looks back at her. The crowd is on their feet and cheering so loud it is absolutely deafening. Kalis rolls away after a few moments onto his stomach and uses all of his strength to push himself up to his feet. Riona is slow moving as she claws at the glass chamber wall to help her get to her feet. Both of them are on their feet now, wobbly at best. Kalis saunters forward groggily as does Riona and both of them put their fists up.

Simon Kalis: Time to finish this.

Riona Langly: Let's.

Riona unleashes a quick right hook which Kalis dodges from hitting his face, but she still connects with his neck. He coughs and chokes as Riona throws out a roaring elbow but Kalis strikes first with a quick thrust kick to her thighs. She winces and everything stops. Kalis breathes heavily, holding his chest as he continues to cough and show the wear and tear of the match. He looks at Riona with a heavy heart as she looks at him, her eyes glassing. One quick and final elbow into Kalis' chest sends him stumbling and onto the concrete floor in pain. Riona falls to the floor with him and looks up at him as she begins to wrap him up and locks in the Painkiller Overdose.

Jon McDaniel: This has to be it, there's no way Kalis can escape. The AK-47 weakened him too much and it didn't work. He shot himself in the foot, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I won't lie, Riona Langly has surprised everyone here tonight I think. Kalis is finished...

Riona leans hard into the left, she breathes heavily as she yells at Kalis to just give in. Kalis continues to scream no amidst him choking on his own spit and blood. Riona looks at him as her eyes fully glass over and in that moment Kalis breaks out of the Painkiller Overdose. Riona collapses in front of him.

Jon McDaniel: ...

Brian Rentfro: ...

Kalis rolls Riona over and begins locking himself into her with both her arms and legs. He wraps his hands around her neck and rolls over... THE EYES OF ETERNITY! Kalis locks it in and screams for her to quit. Riona doesn't yell, scream or even say no as she continues to stare blankly out from the hold. Kalis continues to apply pressure and Riona's eyes roll into the back of her head. Weston checks on her and she isn't even conscience anymore. He calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, by pinfall... And NEWWWWW PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! THE LAST SUPERSTAR... SIMON!!!!! KALIS!!!!

The crowd is heavily booing, and heavily cheering depending on where you're sitting as Kalis rolls off of Riona and breathes heavily. The security begins pushing fans back and placing the barriers up as the glass chamber is slowly opened from one side. Kalis turns his head to Riona as they both lay barely moving on the ground and smirks.

Jon McDaniel: ...I can't believe it. He's done it.

Brian Rentfro: Is this the most GLORIOUS day you've EVER seen, Jon?! OUR LORD IS RISEN!

Jon McDaniel: ...Riona didn't tap, she wasn't pinned. Her body just gave out. Her spirit took her only so far...

Rayn starts to back away and smirks as he heads back up the entrance ramp. Masakazu and Maya both rush into the Glass Chamber and check on Simon and Riona respectively. Maya holds Riona trying to wake her up as Masakazu helps Simon to his feet. Lance Weston comes back into the chamber and hands Simon Kalis the PWA World title, and Kalis collapses back to his knees in tears as he hugs the title close to his chest.

Brian Rentfro: Whatever you think about him Jon, this is an amazing moment to behold.

Jon McDaniel: They both fought hard and valiantly, in what is sure to be remembered as one of the best World title matches this year Brian. I know...

Masakazu hugs his father, while Kalis continues to hug the World title inside the Glass Chamber. Finally after a few moments Kalis gets to his feet and throws the title over his shoulder, while Maya helps Riona to her feet. Maya hugs her dad and kisses him on the cheek but goes back to Riona, Kalis nods in acceptance. Kalis hoists the PWA World title one more time as Masakazu holds him up. He rips off his bandana to reveal his Terminator red eye and smiles as Riona and Maya make their way back up the entrance ramp....

Second 2 None vs Kontroversy Kreates Kake

AoWF Tag Team Title Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one pin fall or submission and is for the AOWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!

The crowd erupts at the sound of that!

Jon McDaniel: A highly anticipated match here tonight Brian as the formidable Second 2 None takes on the reigning AOWF Tag Team Champions.

Brian Rentfro: This will be a rest test for Second 2 None, something they haven't had since their loss to the Order of Chaos last year.

"All Nightmare Long" by Metallica hits the sound system as Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes walk out from backstage to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. The guitars and drums of All Nightmare Long take over the ambiance, however, and Hayes and Engel make their descent to the ring. Engel is in his usual dark green tuxedo attire, and Jethro Hayes is sporting his overalls and John Deere hat once again. Both men keep their eyes on the ring, not letting the crowd distract them or make them lose focus.

-Luck.. runs... out-

-Crawl from the wreckage one more time

Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn-

-Still-life incarnation
Still-life infamy
Hallucination, heresy
Still you run, what's to come?
What's to be?-

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring at a combined weight of 527 pounds and a combined 20 PWA title reigns...

-Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace-

-Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah!
Luck.. runs.. out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out-

Hayes and Engel make it to the ring. Engel slides in, and Hayes takes the steel steps and climbs into the ring through the ropes. Both men keep their focus, and Hayes gives some high fives to some of the front row near him. Engel begins to take off his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, leaving his wife-beater white shirt on him.

-Then you crawl back in
Into your obsession
Never to return
This is your confession-

(inhale)

-Hunt you down without mercy!
Hunt you down all nightmare long!
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace-

-Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah!
Luck.. runs.. out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out-

-CAUSE LUCK RUNS OUT!-

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you two PWA Hall of Famers and our current PWA Tag Team Champions...Jethro Hayes...Matthew Engel... SECOND 2 NONE!!! "All Nightmare Long" dies down but the roaring approval from the crowd does not. Hayes and Engel remain focused, Engel giving Hayes a little pep talk before the match as they hand off their PWA Tag Titles to the referee.

Jon McDaniel: The PWA crowd really getting behind their tag team champions here tonight, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Shocking to say the least considering Engel's blatant distaste for everything Canada. I don't blame him.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents: introducing first from Washington, D.C...

The guitar feedback of 'Rise Above' by Black Flag starts and the audience gives a huge pop for the arrival of 'The Maverick'. He walks out in his ring gear and a 'Hoodie Ninja' Hoodie.

'Jealous cowards try to control
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
They distort what we say
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Try and stop what we do
Rise above
When they can't do it themselves'

Johnny drops his hood and goes to either side of the ramp to get a reaction from the audience. He gets a very good reaction before going back to the center of the ramp, bouncing on his heels a bit, and then sprinting to the ring.

'We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use

Society's arms of control
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Think they're smart
Can't think for themselves
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Laugh at us
Behind our backs
I find satisfaction
In what they lack'

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet two inches and weighs in tonight just shy over 200 pounds... he is the one and only Rock and Roll Outlaw... JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny slides under the bottom rope and stands quickly, pounding on his chest and releasing an intense, feral roar that really blows the lid off of the place. Johnny takes off his hoodie and throws it to the audience before getting in a ready stance.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, hailing from The Land Just to the Left of Parts Unknown...

Sparks – “This Town Ain’t Big Enough For Both Of Us” hits the sound system as Anna Mathews comes out with her AOWF Tag Team Championship. She's dressed up in her usual crazy ring gear and she's ready for a fight as the crowd roars for the Dodo Queen.

Eric Emerson: She stands five foot five and weighs in tonight at 120 pounds... she is the DODO QUEEN... ANNA MATHEWS!

Anna reaches the ring and joins her partner, who gives her a welcoming high five and chest bump.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen I give you our current AOWF Tag Team Champions... Kontroversy Kreates Kake!

The crowd cheers for them, very excited for this match.

Jon McDaniel: All big favorites here in the community, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: It's a rare thing to see these days, but both of these teams are well respected by the fans and the community.

Jon McDaniel: And starting first for the champs will be Anna Mathews while Matthew Engel decides to start first for Second 2 None.

Brian Rentfro: Here we go, Jon. Anna versus Virus, this is something we haven't seen before.

DING DING!

Engel and Anna circle each other in the ring and then Anna goes in for a high kick which Engel blocks. Engel nails Anna in the face with a right hand and then slams his knee into her gut. He tosses her into the turnbuckles but Anna dives out with a spear to Engel's gut that takes him down. Anna bounces off the middle rope and connects with a moonsault. Anna goes crazy and kicks Engel as many times as she can before he rolls out of the way underneath the bottom rope. Engel gets up on the apron but gets knocked back down with a kick from Anna. Engel hops off the apron and Anna struts around all cute and stuff in the ring. Engel shakes his head and slides back in and Anna gets on top of him with an elbow to the back of the head. She gives Engel a few chops to the chest to back him into the corner and then whips him to the opposite turnbuckles.

Jon McDaniel: Anna really taking it to the Virus here, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: She has to make a statement here early in the match that this will be Second 2 None's toughest match... maybe ever,

Jon McDaniel: Anna goes for her trademark hand spring back elbow but Engel slips out of the corner just in time!

Brian Rentfro: Anna connects with nothing but turnbuckles and Engel lays her out with a high knee to the face.

Engel brings Anna to her feet and tags in Jethro Hayes. Engel and Hayes deliver a double brainbuster to Anna Mathews to help soften her up for the Southern Hero. Johnny Maverick doesn't like that and he gets in the ring, giving Engel a dropkick to the back of the head because why the fuck not. The referee tells Johnny to get back in his corner and Johnny goes off about the double team BS. The referee stands his ground and Johnny goes back to the corner. Meanwhile, Engel isn't about to take that shit. Also, Jethro Hayes crushes Anna with a body splash from the middle rope. Engel goes around the ring and Johnny sees him, hopping off the apron and going after them. Engel and Johnny collide near the entrance to the rampway and they just start obliterating each other with punches and kicks.

However Jethro stays on top of Anna after the body splash and goes for the pin, which luckily the referee noticed first.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Brian Rentfro: A two count only, Jon, but Anna is definitely feeling it after that brainbuster and having her chest be crushed by the 300 pound Southern Hero.

Jon McDaniel: Meanwhile Engel and Johnny are kicking each other's butts on the outside!

Engel has Johnny down to one knee and smashes Johnny over the head with a right kick. Johnny rolls away and tries to get up to his feet. Johnny ducks an oncoming clothesline and gives Engel a roundhouse kick! Engel and Johnny continue to go at it back and forth, until the referee finally separates the two, threatening them with disqualifications if they don't return to their corners.

Brian Rentfro: Our ref is certainly doing his best to maintain control of this match.

Jon McDaniel: It's almost unprecedented, Brian.

Engel and Johnny finally return to their corners as Jethro is making short work of Anna in the ring. Jethro whips Anna against the ropes and tries to take her head off with a clothesline but Anna ducks underneath quite easily because she's so small. Jethro tries for a sidewalk slam but Anna reverses with a spinning headscissors takedown on Jethro!

Brian Rentfro: Anna creates some breathing room here and tries to tag in her partner!

Hayes rises up to his feet just as Anna tags in the Maverick. Johnny flies off the top rope with a flying knee to the face of Jethro Hayes! Johnny goes quite an offensive here keeping Jethro Hayes' power in check while using his speed and agility to wear the big man down. Johnny tries to line Jethro up for the TONY JAA but Jethro Hayes sees it coming and rolls out of the ring to avoid that nonsense. The Maverick gives the crowd a smile and they roar back at him approving him running off Jethro. Hayes gets back in the ring and Johnny goes back to work with his immense striking abilities.

Brian Rentfro: Right now Jethro doesn't have an answer for Johnny Maverick.

Jon McDaniel: Agreed, Brian, and he needs to make a tag here pretty quick.

Brian Rentfro: Johnny cuts Jethro some more and then rolls him up in a small package!

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: Close one there, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: If Johnny had secured that a little better, they might have been walking out with the gold and a huge win.

Engel is foaming at the mouth in his corner as Johnny Maverick connects with more kicks and then a top rope clothesline. Hayes is mustering the strength he needs to make something happen, though. Johnny Maverick tries for the OF, MF but Hayes ducks underneath and CRUSHES JOHNNY WITH A SPINEBUSTER!

Jon McDaniel: There it is!

Brian Rentfro: Hayes struggles to get to his feet but eventually does and makes the tag!

Jon McDaniel: Engel comes flying off the top rope with a missile drop kick right to Johnny's nose! Payback from earlier, you would guess.

Johnny is down but gets back up. Engel takes him down with a clothesline. Johnny bounces back up, relentless as he can be, but Engel counters a berserking Johnny with a power slam. Engel is really feeling it here as the crowd is super loud while these two epic teams battle to be the best of the best. Johnny gets back up to his feet and Engel gives him bone-breaking chops to the chest. Engel tries to whip Johnny into the opposite turnbuckles but Johnny reverses and sends Engel. Johnny charges but Engel gets a boot up in time to connect with Johnny's face. Johnny staggers back and Engel hops up to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: ENGEL CONNECTS WITH THE BOX OFFICE!

Brian Rentfro: Isn't that Joe BoXeR's finishing move?

Jon McDaniel: It is! Virus uses it rarely as a tribute and it really threw Johnny off there.

Engel goes for the cover.

1...

Anna and Jethro get in the ring.

2...

Anna being much quicker breaks up the pinfall, but pays for it with The Plow!

Jon McDaniel: And Anna gets Plow'd!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah she does!

Jon McDaniel: Really?

Engel is a bit woozy from Anna's kick to the back of the head but nods his head at Jethro for making her pay for it. Jethro goes back to his corner as Anna crawls over to hers.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny is up to his feet now and ducks a roaring elbow attempt from Engel. Johnny connects with the TONY JAA!

Brian Rentfro: Oh Jesus that looked incredibly painful.

Anna sees what's going on and then gets in the ring as Johnny goes for the cover. Anna takes Jethro out with her Boomerfly Kick!

Jon McDaniel: And down goes Jethro! Anna and Johnny might have this in the bag!

1...

2...

3 -- NO!! KICK OUT! ENGEL KICKS OUT!

Jon McDaniel: And Johnny can't believe it!

Brian Rentfro: Neither can I! Neither can anyone!

Engel manages to get up to his feet as Jethro Hayes collects himself. But he's pissed. He's pissed for a lot of reasons, and Anna Mathews gets the brute end of it as she tries to fight and kick her away out of being body slammed from the apron to the outside floor! Johnny gives Jethro a kick to the back of the head and he falls through the middle rope to the apron on the outside. Engel turns Johnny around and gives him a knee to the gut and NAILS MAVERICK WITH THE SONS OF PLUNDER!

Brian Rentfro: It's over!

Jon McDaniel: Not for Engel, he's going up top.

Engel connects with the Euthanasia!

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!!

Eric Emerson: And the winners of this match... NEWWWWWW AOWF Tag Team Champions... SECOND 2 NONE!!!

Jethro climbs through the ropes and joins Engel, who hands him one of the AOWF Tag Title belts. They raise their belts proudly in the air as the crowd roars in approval.

Brian Rentfro: They did it, Jon. Tonight we have new AOWF champions and for the first time in history, Second 2 None repeats as AOWF Tag Team Champions.

Jon McDaniel: A historical night indeed, Brian!

Jethro Hayes vs The Phoenix

Super Grudge Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is a Last Man Standing match!

The crowd roars...


The arena lights shut off and several seconds of silence pass. Then, in the darkness an old man's voice begins to sing...

Oh Death
Oh Death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Pyro explodes around the entrance ramp and stage area. As the flash from the lights fade, we see a figure standing there in a long black robe, his face hidden behind the large hood. In his hand is a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. As the fires continue to burn along the ramp, the figure advances to the ring. As he passes each fire, it extinguishes. Finally, he reaches the ring steps and climbs in before pulling back the hood, revealing the Phoenix, wearing a new black and white mask instead of his normal black and red.

Brian Rentfro: The Phoenix looks extremely determined here tonight, he's going to start his path by destroying one of the cornerstones of the PWA.

Jon McDaniel: A man who has been compared to the likes of Sirus Moran.

Brian Rentfro: Nah, The Phonix is much better than that simpleton.

"Time for a lil' Southern Justice"

Colt Ford's special remake of this song for Jethro Hayes hits up in the arena's speakers. The youngest Grand Slam Champion in PWA history walks through the black curtain, he looks out to the crowd.

~Down the road where the black top ends, you can find Jethro Hayes with all his friends, we're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles, wasn't no swimmin' pools, jus swimmin' holes.~

Up on the screen a blacktop road begins to wind away in front of us and we travel along it as though we are in a car. Jethro holds his fisted right hand into the air and the crowd pops for. Jethro begins to walk down the ramp making sure to slap the hands of the fans along his way. Jethro goes from side to side because if they are going to respect him for what he is doing and how he is changed, he will respect them as well.

~We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, done came a long way since back in them days, been ‘round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights, where I can see the darkness come and then go~

Along the side of the ropes are buildings erected with the names of the Championships that he has won instead of typical names of businesses. Other such names include "Hall of Fame", "Wrestler of the Quarter", "Face of the Year", and many "Match of the Quarter" buildings are all along side the rode. He reaches the bottom of the ramp.

~Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow, you can leave your door open, aint nuttin' gunna happen, most country folks sing, but I couldn't, so im rappin, I wanna show yall where I come from, and invite yall all down to any country town~

The road winds through a small city, but the image of the very arena in which we are having the PWA show tonight comes into view around a corner. Jethro climbs the steps and is on the apron. He wipes his feet out of respect for the legends in this sport and the respect he has for this sport before stepping through the ropes.

(Chorus with John Michael Montgomery singing)
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time, that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you're always welcome, to take a ride through the country.

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

~Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he's country, and he's rappin' we gotta play him, folks been waitin for some one like me, to give ‘em some hot beats and spit that country~

Jethro hits the ropes, bouncing off to get the blood pumping a bit before his match. The blacktop road in front of us enters the arena's door and heads somewhere inside.

~His overalls don't sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a John Deere t-shirt, no nothin' but work. Daylight til dark, that's how I was bread, and I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead~

Jethro climbs the turnbuckle that faces the majority of the crowd, holding up his fisted right hand before pointing to them. Just in front of the blacktop road is a black curtain, we sit here waiting as though it is the end of our ride.

~See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin' right,~

He drops down, rushing to the opposite side of the ring to climb up and point to that section of the crowd.

~Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on ‘em, you can keep your rolls roice, cuz baby, we don't want 'em! So now yall all know exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, i don't give a damn!~

Jethro drops down, heading to the third corner and once again climbs up, pointing out to himself before he points to the crowd.

The chorus hits up again...

~Now before I pack my things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time, that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you're always welcome, take a ride through the country.~
Jethro climbs the final turnbuckle, and points to this section of the crowd.

~You might have seen me on your t.v, but honey, that don't mean a thing, you see, I'm still that same ‘ol country boy, and that's all I'll ever be, and sometime, those bright lights blind me, and make it hard for me to see, but when I need to be reminded, I take a ride through the country~

Jethro drops down, he heads to center ring where he looks down to gather his thoughts before the match.

~At about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don't care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to shove and every one of us will fight~

Even through the roar of the crowd, Jethro nods as he listens to the song and allows it to remind him of things in the past. It reminds him of the times he's been pushed around and how he will not let it happen anymore.

~We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt came here to give yall fair warnin', country folks wont be pushed around, and theres some of us livin' in every town, we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it's the American way, no body owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep, but in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of yall think Colt's kinda odd, but I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!~

Jethro points to the crowd one last time as the blacktop view on the big screen seemingly flies through the screen, showing that Jethro considers those fans in attendance friends.(it goes back to the very first line in the first verse). Jethro turns to face the entrance ramp, raising his head up so that he can see it clearly.

Both men stand in the ring, referee Scott Swindell standing between them; hatred burns from Jethro's eyes as Phoenix stands there with a knowing look coming from behind his mask. Scott is talking to them both, reminding them that there are no rules; his voice carrying to the entire crowd thanks to the microphone he's wearing.

Brian Rentfro: Referee Swindell reminding both men that there are no rules.

Jon McDaniel: And Jethro can go hog wild on Phoenix.

Brian Rentfro: Did you mean that?

Jon McDaniel: Mean what?

Brian Rentfro: Jethro... hog wild...

Jon McDaniel: Shut up and lets get going, I've been looking forward to this match since our last pay per view.

Swindell takes a step back as both men, not taking their eyes off of each other, nod.

Ding Ding

Jethro slams heavily into Phoenix, but The Phoenix spins out of the way, kicking out and connecting with Jethro's left knee sending "The Southern Hero" into the turnbuckle face first. Jethro rolls over, but Phoenix is there landing on his chest with a weird version of the bronco buster, because Jethro's not in the proper position for the move and Phoenix is throwing right fists into his face.

Brian Rentfro: Ride 'em cowboy!

Phoenix jumps up, coming down with both feet into Jethro's sternum before pulling him out of the corner, nailing him with a forearm shot, then an elbow to the temple before a springboard knee to the chin slams him in the corner. Phoenix is mocking the crowd, playing to them, taunting Jethro here in the early going. Phoenix with a whip, but Jethro reverses sending Phoenix into the corner. The Phoenix, agile as ever, runs up the turnbuckle, flipping back over Jethro. Haye

Jon McDaniel: Jethro caught him!

Running powerslam onto the canvas puts Phoenix down, but Jethro is far from ending this match. Hayes off the ropes, leaping knee onto the throat of Phoenix before pulling him back up. Short whip into the corner, Jethro following in with a shoulder to the gut before lifting Phoenix up to the top turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: It hasn't gotten really hardcore yet.

Jon McDaniel: I think you... spoketooosoon!

Jethro wraps Phoenix up in a bear hug, leaping off the top, spinning, and driving both him and Phoenix t hrough the Spanish announce table.

Raul Rodriguez: Holy freholes man!

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix took most of that, but Jethro's showing that he's willing to take some punishment to inflict some as well.

Jethro rolls off of Phoenix, pulling him up to his knees, but Phoenix with a TV set slams it onto Jethro's left knee, causing the big man to buckle slightly and fall backwards. Phoenix presses the advantage nailing him in the gut, back in the left knee, and alternating between the two for several shots. Jethro tries to roll away, but Phoenix gives chase, nailing him in the back of the skull with the glass portion of the set. Jethro is still fighting to get up, but Phoenix with a field goal from the fifty yard line sends the St. Louis Cardinals to an overtime win!

Brian Rentfro: What a kick!

Jethro rolls over, holding at his knee, but Phoenix is far from done here as he digs under the ring, pulling out a steel ladder. Phoenix with a suplex slams the ladder onto Hayes' front with a clanging sound that seems even the more louder, thanks to Swindell being right there. Phoenix is taunting Jethro, waving his hands forward, but a kick to Hayes' head brings nothing from "The Southern Hero". Digging under the ring, Phoenix comes out with a steel chair, slamming it top first onto Hayes' throat! NO! Hayes catches the top, holding it just barely off his throat. Hayes kicks out, catching Phoenix in the right ankle, sending him against the ring apron. Jethro rolls over onto his knees, Phoenix holding at his ankle and smiling at Hayes; who's getting up. Phoenix runs over, bringing down the chair, Jethro leaps up, spins around, spinning toe kick right to Phoenix' temple sends him down onto the floor. Jethro lands in a crouch, the crowd awwed at his agility, those lessons with Masakazu paying dividends. Phoenix rolls over against the railing, Hayes leaps forward... Phoenix back body sends Hayes over onto the front row. Several fans scatter.

Jon McDaniel: One of the few times a front row seat isn't a good thing.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, who wants 315 pounds of shit to land in their lap?

Phoenix up to the railing, leaping off with a split legged front flip... Hayes catches him, spinning, sit-out spinebuster onto the chairs and concrete!

Jon McDaniel: What power!

Brian Rentfro: Can anyone say Performance Enhancing Drugs?

~Slow Motion Replay~

Jethro is spinning around, Phoenix held somewhat loosely in his grasp. Phoenix's right arm comes down on the seat of a chair, his left arm on another, and his head bounces twice off the concrete. The fans scatter slowly and one woman snaps a few photos as it happens, the flash snapping slightly.

~End of Slow Motion Replay~

Jon McDaniel: Fans, what a shot Phoenix took to the head and I think we can all agree, he doesn't need any more of those.

Brian Rentfro: He's fine.... except for the fact he probably smells like Jethro.

Jethro has Phoenix up over his head, dropping him throat first across the railing and Phoenix is gasping for breath as he stumble spins around, big boot from Jethro nearly sends him over. Phoenix with a desperation kick connects with Jethro's groin, causing the big man to stumble back; a fan catches him. Jethro charges at Phoenix, who leaps over Hayes with a leap frog, but Hayes is able to put on the breaks. Phoenix is pointing at his temple when he turns around... big boot sends him falling backwards, fans keep him from hitting the concrete. Jethro gives chase.

Jon McDaniel: Both men covered in concession stand debris, I think Jethro even has a nacho chip on his back.

Brian Rentfro: Don't tell him, he's probably hungry.

Jethro stalks over to Phoenix and bends over, but Phoenix throws a cup of Coke right into his face. Jethro falls back, but Phoenix is right there nailing him with a steel chair from the last row of floor seats! Hayes is busted open over his right eye, but Phoenix presses his advantage with a second, a third, a fourth, and a fifth shot! Hayes is almost wearing a crimson mask, but Phoenix tosses the chair at Hayes, who instinctively catches it. Phoenix with a leap and a dropkick sends the chair into his face.

Brian Rentfro: Now, that is agility!

Hayes goes down, Phoenix laying a chair on top of his face and stumbling towards the ring, where he grabs the ladder and brings it back to Hayes. Phoenix doesn't tell fans to move, but they get the general idea as he is setting up the ladder.

Jon McDaniel: This doesn't look good for Hayes.

Phoenix climbs up the ladder, leaping off, driving h is leg on top of the chair, right into Hayes' face and he orders Swindell to count.

One...

Two...

Th

Jon McDaniel: Hayes kicks out!

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix needs to target something other than Jethro's head, that is the hardest part of his body.

Phoenix, doing the pin just for humiliation of Hayes, pulls him up to his feet. Phoenix with an uppercut rocks Jethro, a shin kick to the right leg, and a spin around with a super kick rocks Jethro onto the stairs leading up to the next level. Jethro lands heavily on the incline as Phoenix stumbles towards him. Picking him up by the hair, Phoenix slams an elbow into Jethro's blood covered face before leaning on his throat with his shin and literally choking him out; Referee Scott Swindell unable to stop him because its perfectly legal. Phoenix rolls him over, slamming his face into the steps one by one as they climb up to the next level. Phoenix is taunting him heavily, the crowd is loving the violence, they are just cheering their hearts out. Jethro slams an elbow into Phoenix' ribs, but he shakes his head, slamming a knee into Jethro's face before rolling him on up the steps as they enter the mid-level.

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix in full control of this hick.

Jon McDaniel: This isn't Jethro's first rodeo, ya know.

Brian Rentfro: Did you mean that too?

Jon McDaniel: what?

Brian Rentfro: Jethro... rodeo...

Phoenix snatches a purse from a fan, pulling out a black Sharpe, he writes on Jethro's face, "kick here" So, reading his messege, he promptly kicks Jethro right in the face sending him into an exit way; the fans nearby rushing to get near the action, but security is there to keep them somewhat back. Phoenix is now stalking Jethro, he's right there when Hayes lawn darts him through the door!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro tosses Phoenix through that door!

Brian Rentfro: Really? Didn't see that... Captain Obvious.

Jethro lands on his hands and knees after the move, gasping heavily for breath, blood dripping off his face to land on the floor. He finally shoves up to his feet, coming after Phoenix who is rolling up to his feet. Jethro with a running kick to the back of his skull launches him into a merchandise stand, causing it to topple over and bury The Phoenix in its cotton and papery depths.

Brian Rentfro: Stop this madness... he may be hurt!

Jon McDaniel: Its cotton and posters.

Brian Rentfro: Paper cuts hurt like hell!

Jethro smiles as he notices a janitor closet nearby, he stumbles over, looking in and finding a few cans of something flammable; he smiles. Jethro grabs them, tossing their entire contents onto the pile of merchandise and the fans scatter; there is something glinting in Jethro's eyes.

Jethro: "Come on Phoenix... rise from the flames!"

Brian Rentfro: He isn't...

Jethro finds a cord plugged into the wall's socket, he rips the cord, causing sparks to fly and he touches it to the flammable liquid on the merchandise.

Brian Rentfro: That crazy son of a bitch!

Jon McDaniel: My gawd!

The pile of stuff is moving hurriedly as the flames consume it and Phoenix comes flying out of the flames, right into Jethro's waiting grasp and a jumping high knee sends him right back into the flames. Jethro follows in though, pulling Phoenix out and nailing him with right after right, after right, with a left after every third right; right in the middle of the flames.

Jethro: "You want to do this Phoenix?"

Right to the face.

Jethro: "You want the PWA to burn and rise up?!"

Right to the face again, they fall through a door that opens up as fire personel come rushing to put out the flames. Phoenix is trying to put his mask out, Jethro helps him by slamming him face first into a sink and turning on the water.

Jethro: "Here, let me help!"

Phoenix is gurgling as the water pours on him.

Brian Rentfro: He's gone mad!

Jon McDaniel: They say losing two titles in one night will do that to ya.

Phoenix spits water into Jethro's face, but Hayes merely uses it to clean his face of the blood; he looks at himself in the mirror. Phoenix takes this chance to grab his overalls and pull him into the mirror, the glass shatters, cutting The Phoenix, but also getting Jethro as well. Hayes stumbles back, Phoenix kicks him right back out of the door, the area flooded with smoke and foam; extinguishing the flames. Phoenix comes through the door, spinning Jethro to the side and guiding him right down the hallway to the concession stands.

Brian Rentfro: Hayes must be in a hurry, he's heading for the food.

Phoenix, using the momentum, launches Hayes up and over the counter, his head connecting solidly with the cash register.

~Slow Motion Replay~

Phoenix uses the momentum, drops down, and sends Jethro onto the counter sliding. Jethro's temple connects solidly with the register and a spray of blood hangs up in the air for a moment.

~End of Slow Motion Replay~

Phoenix leaps up to the counter, coming down with his patented elbow drop right onto Hayes' chest, but he doesn't go for the cover. Phoenix is pounding Jethro's face with right after left and here comes Scott Swindell to catch up to the action; slacker that he is. Scott is really out of breath and spittle is flying from Phoenix's mouth as he verbally and physically bashes Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Look at The Phoenix go to town on that Southern Hick.

Jon McDaniel: Why is it that people from the south are immediately considered a hick?

Brian Rentfro: Name me one who isn't.

Jon McDaniel: Mark McNasty.

Brian Rentfro: He's from Georgia, like Hick State numero duece, just behind Kentucky and Tennessee.

Jon McDaniel: Wouldn't that be numero trece?

Brian Rentfro: How am I supposed to know, I'm not Italian.

Phoenix lifts Jethro back up, throwing him into a door that leads into a kitchen area, the fry cooks scatter from the fight that has reached this domain. Phoenix with a right into Jethro's skull before leaping up and springing off the grittle with a roundhouse kick right to Hayes' temple sending the big man crashing into a freezer door, and causing a fire extinguisher to fall from the wall.Phoenix quickly picks up the extinguisher, spraying Hayes in the face before bashing his head in with a sudden viciousness then crashing the metal cylinder into his crotch for good measure; doing his best to make sure that Jethro never has any children.

Brian Rentfro: I love this side of The Phoenix, its so... refreshing!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro unable to get much offense in in recent moments, he may be out of it.

Phoenix pulls Hayes up, slamming his face into the wall and leaving a bloody smear on the off-white concrete before slamming Jethro through an exterior door, he spots a dumpster and a fire escape ladder; he smiles. Phoenix with a hand on the back of Jethro's skull slams his face into the somewhat rusty metal, but Hayes manages a somewhat half-hearted shove to get him off, but to no avail. Phoenix is basically dragging Hayes up the staircase, making sure to nonchalantly slam Jethro face first onto the metal. On the third landing, Phoenix hooks Jethro up, planting him heavily with a DDt before continuing to drag him caveman like up to the fourth level. Phoenix with a whip sends Jethro back first against the railing, it gives convincingly.

Brian Rentfro: I'm not sure what he's got planned, but its got to be Phoenix-some.

Jon McDaniel: Its got something to do with that dumpster right below them, I'm sure of it.

Phoenix with another whip, the metal creaks, he charges at Jethro

Jon McDaniel: Back body by Jethro! The Phoenix's plan backfires!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah... well... who asked you?!

Phoenix manages to twist himself in mid-air, landing headfirst in the garbage, but his right shoulder slams into the edge of the dumpster heavily, but the trash covers him before we can get a good look; the swarm of flies scamper off to find a not so violent meal. Jethro falls against the wall, breathing heavily and wiping at the blood on his face as Scott Swindell runs up, unsure where to go.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro taking this time to recoop and get a much needed breather.

Brian Rentfro: Doesn't matter, he's not gonna win.

Jethro catches a deep breath, breaks off a piece of the fire escape railing, and then launches himself into the dumpster!

Brian Rentfro: What an idiot!

A scream comes from in the dumpster as Jethro lands heavily on a small opening.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro screams like a damn girl!

Jon McDaniel: I don't think that was Jethro, more like The Phoenix.

Phoenix is dragged up by the torn remants of his mask, a piece of the rusty railing sticking out of his arm.

Jon McDaniel: See, I told you.

Brian Rentfro: How could you say that Phoenix screams like a girl, he's gonna find out ya know.

Jethro quickly tosses Phoenix out of the dumpster and to the pavement below, quickly following after with a sort of crossbody off the lip. Jethro, down on one knee lifts Phoenix up onto his shoulders, before an airplane spin puts Phoenix against the dumpster, where a Phoenix sized dent is left after contact with its surface.

Brian Rentfro: What is t his guy's problem?

Jon McDaniel: Oh, I don't know, the fact that Phoenix was directly involved with him losing two separate titles... might have something to do with it.

Phoenix is up onto Jethro's shoulders, laying there like a rag doll when Jethro carries him under a catwalk area, right into the arena's parking lot.

Brian Rentfro: Now he's gonna cost the PWA some more money.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think Hayes really cares at this point, he's about making sure The Phoenix doesn't rise again.

Phoenix delivers a weak elbow to Hayes' shoulder, the big man barely feels the blow. Deciding to conserve energy for something in a moment, Phoenix lays on Jethro's shoulders as they arrive into the parking lot. With a big growl, Jethro with a running powerslam delivers Phoenix onto a Toyota Prias, which causes the vehicle's hood to crumple heavily and something underneath to break.

Brian Rentfro: Thats... thats... that...

Jon McDaniel(laughing): You drive a... Prias? I mean that just screams... gay.

Brian Rentfro: Its all they had at the rental place.

Jon McDaniel: ... sure.

Jethro climbs up onto the roof of the tiny car, the hood buckling in drastically under his weight as he pulls Phoenix up onto it with him; setting him up to Plant him through the windshield.

Brian Rentfro: He's gonna pay my deposit.

Jon McDaniel: You gonna make him?

Brian Rentfro: No, but Phoenix will... I mean, if that was my car.

Jethro lifts Phoenix up onto his shoulders, preparing to drop him through the windshield...

Phoenix counters with a hurricanrana and twist that sends Jethro over the side to crash head first onto the pavement!

Brian Rentfro: That's what you get, you dirty car destroying bastard!

Jon McDaniel: Good to see that you don't hold any grudges.

Phoenix lands on his stomach, but quickly rolls up to a seated position on the roof and then wearily looks down at Jethro, who isn't moving at all. Phoenix climbs up onto the roof, looks down again and measures precisely for the shot...

Brian Rentfro: And The Ashes connects!

Jon McDaniel: I think the asphalt had just as much to do with it finishing Jethro off as did The Ashes.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah... Jethro's dumbass fault... get it... asphalt, ass fault...
Jon McDaniel: I get it.

One!

Two!

Three!

Swindell orders Phoenix to back up, he leans heavily on the dented and bloody car as Swindell begins his ten count.

One!

Brian Rentfro: He's out of it.

Two!

Three!

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix isn't looking too good himself.

Four!

Five!

Brian Rentfro: It takes a lot to kick a hick's ass.

Six!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro's moving... I can't believe it!

Seven!

Brian Rentfro: His skull must be four inches thick!

Eight!

Phoenix doesn't wait, he rushes in kicking Jethro right in the face as he growls viciously. Spit, blood, and sweat go flying from the kick as Jethro is spun over from the force. Phoenix wastes no time in picking Jethro up and rolling him onto the hood of the Prias.

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix can use my... I mean the rental car.

Jon McDaniel: Brown noser.

Phoenix lifts him up for The Flame... Jethro counters, sending Phoenix crashing down off the trunk, rolling off in a hurry, crashing into Swindell, then slamming face first onto the pavement. Phoenix's head is laying at a very ackward angle, but its most definitely not broken. Jethro shoves up from his knee, turning around to see what happened to The Phoenix on his way down. The live microphone that Swindell is wearing is picking up both of their breathing and The Phoenix groaning slightly. Jethro looks down, but his injuries catch up to him as he falls down, the adrenaline leaving his body in one huge rush.

Brian Rentfro: The big goof couldn't finish the job... what a lazy jackass.

Jon McDaniel: I think the blood loss that both men are suffering, along with the past couple of high impacting slams on the pavement, has finally taken its toll.

Both men are breathing heavily, struggling back up to their feet, when Jethro leaps off the car with a crossbody; which connects solidly with Phoenix's standing dropkick right to Hayes' chest, sending him back first into the car. Swindell is still down as Phoenix lays into Jethro's chest with stinging after stinging chop, causing the flesh to ripple and Hayes to wince... the crowd can't help themselves as they give that most famous "Woooooooo!"

Brian Rentfro: Woooooo! Wooooooo! Woooooo! Look at him go Jon!

Phoenix with a fist full of Jethro's hair, sends him face first through the side window glass, shattering it and causing even more lacerations on Hayes's face.

Brian Rentfro: Kill him!

Jon McDaniel: Isn't that your car? Don't you want to rethink that?

Brian Rentfro: Hell no! I'm caught up in the match!

Jethro fires an elbow backwards, catching Phoenix by his torn mask, sending him face first through another window; cutting his mask(which is barely held together now and is torn and all melty looking).

Brian Rentfro: You damn son of a bitch! You owe me a big down payment!

Jon McDaniel: I'm sorry fans, I think Brian forgot his medicines back in the states.

Jethro with a right, Phoenix with a right, big fist, fast fist, right, left, right left. Both men are now throwing fists like its the beginning of the match as their individual adrenaline and hatred re-kick in. Jethro spins, Phoenix misses with a right hook. Jethro dodges in with a lifted knee; Phoenix leaps onto the next car, coming back around with a spinning heel kick. Jethro ducks under, catching Phoenix, but he slips off in the blood, coming down with another right fist to the side of Jethro's jaw. Jethro stumbles backwards, Phoenix presses his advantage with a second, a third, and a fourth right hand. Jethro catches the right hand, plowing forward with a savage headbutt right to the Phoenix's exposed nose which causes him to stumble up against a door that leads back into the arena.

Jon McDAniel: They are fighting like the match has just started!

Brian Rentfro: Why does Jethro hate Phoenix again? What did he ever do to Jethro?

Jon McDaniel: Never mind.

Brian Rentfro: So, thats another way of saying, you don't know either?

The Plow!

Jon McDaniel: Holy Shit!

Jethro's head connects with the door, leaving a bit of a bloody dent there and he lands on top of Phoenix, but no one to make the pinfall as Swindell is still out cold on the pavement. Here comes Dwayne Cross though, walking extremely slowly and kneeling even slower; not that Jethro nor Phoenix realize it.

One!

He waits, knowing that he's got all the time in the world.

Two!

He yawns, taking his time.

Three!

Jon McDaniel: Now, all Hayes has to do is get up before the count of ten... and he's won!

One!

Two!

Three!

Jon McDaniel: Neither man is moving.

Four!

Five!

Six!

Brian Rentfro: Is The Phoenix even breathing?!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Te...

Dwayne Cross gets distracted by someone in the hallway, losing his count as he acts as though he's trying to remember where he was at. After several moments...

One!

Now both men are moving, barely, but they are moving and rolling over as they try to get to their feet. A janitor walks out of a closet, notices that both men are there and hurriedly rushes the other way; not wanting to get hurt on the job. Jethro leans on the wall, dripping blood all over the floor, Phoenix leans on the other wall, also dripping blood on the floor. They turn to each other, coming together slowly with a right for the other, a left to try and mix it up, a kick from Hayes, but a spin from Phoenix slams the opn door in Hayes' face. Jethro stumbles back and Phoenix has a mop handle in his hand, cracking it across Jethro's face, busting or even breaking his nose; there's so much blood on his face you can't really tell. Phoenix lines up with another shot, a third, and a fourth which sends Jethro falling into the closet.

Brian Rentfro: What violence displayed by both men... the crowd is in a frenzy here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe they are so blood thirsty, don't they know The Phoenix is hurting?

Phoenix slams the door on Hayes' right ankle, causing a cry of pain from "The Southern Hero", but Phoenix walks in with the mop handle in hand. A splash comes from the room, with a louder cry of pain and slapping sounds as Phoenix is stumbling out of the room, slapping and clawing at his face. Jethro pulls himself up, holding a dripping jug of bleach in his right hand. Phoenix turns back, tossing even more bleach on Phoenix, but the screams don't intensify as Phoenix is just trying to get away from the burning liquid.

Jon McDaniel: Saddistic... but effective!

Brian Rentfro: I knew Phoenix was going to have and disinfect himself after this match, but not like this!

Jethro stumbles, nearly going to one knee, when Phoenix wildly and desperately kicks out, connecting with the bottle and splashing some of it into Jethro's face! Hayes stumbles back, nearly clipping Cross as he wipes at his eyes, doing his best to protect them.

Brian Rentfro: That idiotic coward is running from the fight!

Jon McDaniel: He's doing the same thing Phoenix did in trying to get away from the stinging bleach.

Brian Rentfro: He's heading back into the crowd, he's running away!

Jon McDaniel: Is not!

Phoenix splashes water on his face and noticing Jethro going down the hallway and gives chase. He steals a steel chair from a security guard, and running up behind Jethro, nails him with a Babe Ruth type of swing that sends Jethro down onto the floor. Phoenix lifts him up, and positions him perfectly over the chair.

Brian Rentfro: Do it!

The Phoenix is smiling, thanks to his mask being nearly gone, you can actually see his sick saddistic smile.

Jon McDaniel: The Flame!

He covers.

One!

Two!

Three!

He leans over at Cross, who is beginning to count.

The Phoenix: Come on, Jethro, get your sorry ass up. What's wrong? You can't finish the job? Are these people right?

The Phoenix points toward the crowd.

The Phoenix: Is that it? Is bleeding the only thing you're good for?

Jethro pushes himself up to his hands and knees, providing an excellent opportunity for the Phoenix to kick him in the midsection.

The Phoenix: So close, hero. Come on, now. I know you've got it in you. So get...

The Phoenix kicks Jethro.

The Phoenix: to your feet...

The Phoenix kicks him again.

The Phoenix: AND BEAT ME!

The Phoenix pulls Jethro's head up by the hair and with his other hand, slaps the big man right across the face before letting go.

Brian Rentfro: Thats it, show him who's boss!

Jon McDaniel: I don't think that was the smartest thing Phoenix has ever done.

Phoenix turns to look at a monitor, but is mostly just turning his back on Hayes as he heads to the stage to be declared the winner.

Brian Rentfro: Watch out!

Phoenix, as though he heard, spins around.. Jethro nails him with the steel chair to the face! Phoenix stumbles backwards, Jethro grabs him, nailing him in the midsection with a boot, bringing the chair down on his back, uppercut swing to his face, homerun swing to the head.

Jon McDaniel: That slap did it! He's really pissed off Hayes!

Brian Rentfro: Hayes smells like he's been pissed on.

Hayes is a mad man, nailing shot after shot, boot after boot, elbow after elbow as he drives The Phoenix down the ramp with savage after savage shot. The crowd roars as they come back into view, they are so dang blood thirsty as they watch them battle down the ramp.

Brian Rentfro: Finally, they are back in the ring... well Phoenix is... count him out Cross.

Jon McDaniel: He can't, there are no count-outs.

Jethro is tossing in table after table, chair after chair, tacks, and pretty much anything he can find under the ring. He walks around the ring, sliding in a slightly dented ladder into the ring as Phoenix is struggling back up to his feet. Phoenix with a weak left hook, Jethro ducks under, but Phoenix manages to catch a bulldog and send Jethro's forehead into the ladder that he just dropped. Sensing his cance, the smirking Phoenix rolls up to his feet, thankfully the ropes were nearby him to give their assistance.

Brian Rentfro: The Phoenix fixing to put Hayes away for good.

Jon McDaniel: If Jethro hadn't wasted that time...

Brian Rentfro: I told you he wasn't full of smarts.

Phoenix sets up two tables side by side, and the third table on top of it in a bit of a table pyramid. He takes several steel chairs and creates layers on all of the tables; making a saddistic and definitely going to hurt pyramid of flesh destroying hardcoreness. However, Jethro is back up and as Phoenix turns around, Jethro nails him in the midsection with a knee, spinning him around and he then shoves him into the corner. Jethro charges in with a running knee lift.

Jon McDaniel: Got any thing to say about The Phoenix not wasting time?

Brian Rentfro: He's got Hayes just where he wants him.

Jon McDaniel: Doesn't look that way to me.

Brian Rentfro: You aren't in his inner circle.

Jon McDaniel: Are you?

Brian Rentfro: No, but I know this guy, who knows this girl, who knows this guy, who's neighbors with Phoenix gardener's sister, who is best friends with...

Jon McDaniel: Nevermind.

Jethro with a spinning elbow smash sends Phoenix a little loopy, but the straight right fist to the nose not only breaks Phoenix's nose, but knocks him out as well. Jethro walks over to the pyramid of destruction and lays several glass bottles on the top table, along with the barbed wire, and tacks before slowly limping back over to Phoenix. Jethro grabs him by the hair and mask remants before crawling to lay him on the top table. Phoenix begins to stir as Jethro climbs to the top of the ladder and noticing where he is at, quickly leaps to the top of the ladder right in Jethro's face(opposite sides of the ladder).

Brian Rentfro: See?

Phoenix with a right, Jethro follows with one of his own; they start to exchange fists. Phoenix spits in Jethro's face and the crowd cheers, causing Jethro to slip a bit and Phoenix to press his advantage. Phoenix is yelling something, but Jethro fires back with a fist, Phoenix is fixing to fall, but Hayes catches him, dragging him into his face and delivering a headbutt to his broken nose. Jethro finishes the climb, pulling Phoenix up with him.

Brian Rentfro: YES!

Phoenix with a last ditch effort nails Jethro in the balls with a very low blow; Jethro gasps in pain, the crowd still cheering. Phoenix uses the positioning to set him up for The Flame!

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Yes! Yes!

Phoenix lifts him up, jumps backwards and his eyes go wide as Jethro spins to complete the crossbody counter to Phoenix cradle piledriver!

Brian Rentfro: No! No! No!

Both men crash through the pyramid! Cross is there, and unfortuanately for him he's got to make the count as Jethro lands on top of Phoenix and is barely moving.

One!

Two!

Three!

Cross begins to make the mandatory slow ten count.

One!

Two!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Phoenix, old buddy, old pal, get back up!
Three!

Jon McDaniel: You seem so sad...

Four!

Five!

Brian Rentfro: I think the big fat ass oaf killed him! He kilted a living legend!

Six!

Jethro slowly, every so slowly and noticeably hurting as he's covered in blood, tacks, and glass, reaches the bottom rope.

Seven!

Jethro pulls on the middle rope, doing his best to pull himself up. Cross is slowing down, trying to give Phoenix time to get up, but his eyes are barely opening up.

Eight!

Nine!

Cross even leans down to check on Phoenix, taking several moments, but Jethro doesn't care, he's barely getting to his feet and is leaning heavily in the corner; his head lowered.

Phoenix: They... don't... care... Hayes... They... don't... care...

Jethro forceably lifts his head, looking with a weird expression as the fans are roaring their approval of the destruction.

Ten!

Cross, unable to stall any longer calls for the bell.

Brian Rentfro: What a fast count!

Jon McDaniel: It took him like ten minutes to count that, not literally, but it was a good three minutes.

Jethro just slumps down to a seated position in the corner, blood still pouring from all of his cuts, his wounds, his nose, and he lays his head back because he's exhausted.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match.... Jethro Hayes!

The crowd's pitch doesn't change, they are still roaring and no one notices Jethro's mouth begin a slight frown.

Elena Simonova vs Emily Corlen

PWA World Championship


DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of Manitoba Mayhem 2012, it is scheduled for ONE fall... and it is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!!!

The crowd pops loudly as a graphic for the Championship flashes across the ADC-Tron and the home viewer's television screens.

Jon McDaniel: It's time for Emily Corlen's very first Championship defense, and she's defending against a very game Elena Simonova!

Brian Rentfro: This is Elena's second match tonight, but if any one competitor in this company could wrestle two matches and still leave Manitoba with the World Championship... well, it might be Elena Simonova!

All the lights go black. Low red strip lights come on to line the ramp down to the ring. "War of Change" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins blaring over the speakers as the house lights come up. Now, Elena Simonova can be seen crouched low with her back to the audience; a red and white spotlight on each side of the stage begin rotating side to side.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger... she hails from New York City... weighing in tonight at 115 pounds... she is the current and reigning PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... she is ELENA SIMONOVA!!!

Elena spins to face the audience while she rises, as a cascading curtain of red pyro falls behind her, her PWA Grizzly Beer Championship draped over her shoulder. Elena looks a little worse for wear after her war with Jacob Figgins earlier tonight, but she walks down to the ring regardless filled with confidence and pulls herself up onto the ring apron, leans back on the top rope and back flips into the ring as her music fades.

Jon McDaniel: Elena successfully defeated Jacob Figgins earlier tonight to retain the Grizzly Beer Title, but the challenge ahead of her now is even direr; a possibly unstoppable raging bull of momentum named Emily Corlen.

Brian Rentfro: Elena's got one hell of a challenge ahead of her if she intends on leaving this event as a double Champion... but I stand by what I said before. If any one individual in PWA can do it, it just may be Elena Simonova.

The lights in the arena cut to black and the ADC-Tron comes to life with slow, black and white footage of Emily Corlen as the opening chords to "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour begins playing.

♬ Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The cult of personality ♬

The black and white footage fades to black and color footage starts playing on the ADC-Tron. Red strobe lights fill the arena as the name "EMILY CORLEN" amidst a backdrop of flames flashes on the screen. Emily Corlen herself then walks out from behind the curtain, the PWA World Championship around her waist, cracking her knuckles as the crowd boos loudly.

♬ I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the cult of personality ♬

Eric Emerson: She hails from Chicago, Illinois...

♬ Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
The cult of personality
The cult of personality ♬

Emily stops in the center of the stage, looking at all the fans in attendance. She sneers cockily, shaking her head in disgust at the people around her before pointing down at the title around her waist and loudly proclaiming "I'm the Queen of Professional Wrestling! Show some damn respect!"

♬ Neon lights, Nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You won't have to follow me
Only you can set me free ♬

Emily then begins walking down the ramp, her gaze fixed on the ring. She stands at the foot of the ramp for a moment, staring into nothingness, and then begins to circle the ring, her gaze never leaving the ring, almost as if she's stalking it.

♬ I sell the things you need to be
I'm the smiling face on your TV
I'm the cult of personality ♬

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 140 pounds...

♬ I exploit you, still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three
I'm the cult of personality ♬

After making a full circle of the ring, Emily reaches the foot of the ramp where she started. She hops up and down a few times in front of the ring apron before leaping up onto the apron.

♬ Like Joseph Stalin and Gandhi
I'm the cult of personality
The cult of personality
The cult of personality ♬

Eric Emerson: She is the self-professed Queen of Professional Wrestling... she is EMILY CORLEN!!!

♬ Neon lights, Nobel prize
When a leader speaks, that leader dies
You won't have to follow me
Only you can set you free ♬

The crowd boos loudly as Emily steps between the ropes, then hops up and down in the corner a few times as the music fades.

Jon McDaniel: As of tonight, Emily Corlen has been PWA World Champion for 42 days; longer than the last two PWA title reigns of TMB and Jethro Hayes put together! But she's a far cry from The Phoenix's record 189 days as Champion - a record she's likely to shatter if she does what she says she's going to do and holds onto that title until Genesis next year.

Brian Rentfro: To do that, she's going to need to defend this title, and that road starts tonight, as she faces down the indomitable Elena Simonova! By the end of tonight, one of these women will stand tall as the very best PWA has to offer!

DING!

The bell rings and the Manitoba crowd is at a fevered pitch as Emily and Elena approach one another in the center of the ring. They exchange words briefly, each one slinging insults at one another. After several moments of tension building, the two women finally lock up, with Emily quickly spinning into an armbar on Elena. Elena shifts back and forth, looking for a quick counter out of the hold and she gets one, reversing the armbar and applying one of her own onto Emily.

Jon McDaniel: Wow, I certainly didn't expect wrestling like this... at least not right out of the box!

Brian Rentfro: Elena may be able to out wrestle Emily, but I doubt the Queen of Professional Wrestling is willing to accept that. By beating Simonova at her own game, she's likely to demoralize her, and if she can do that, Corlen's victory is all but assured!

Jon McDaniel: Which is well and good, except when Elena counters her like a pro, like right now.

Brian Rentfro: Precisely. Trying to one up Elena might spell Emily's doom if she's not careful. Now's the time to try out strategies, though, when you're both still fresh, before you reach the point in a match where a single mistake leads to your defeat. And mark my words; we will reach that point tonight!

Back in the ring (man, those commentators never shut up), Elena cranks the pressure on the armbar, bringing Emily down to a knee with an elbow across her shoulder. Elena twists the arm around a second time, bracing her hand on the shoulder to maintain control, but Emily gets back to her feet and reverses into an arm drag. Both women get back up and Emily hits another arm drag. They pop back up again and Emily hits a third arm drag on a disoriented Elena before locking in another armbar on Elena down on the mat. The referee gets in position to check for the submission, Elena already scrambling on the mat, looking for a way out of the hold. Emily bears down, but Elena gets a foot under herself and is able to bridge up and twist out of the armbar again, this time reversing it into a hammerlock on Emily. Emily quickly reverses into a hammerlock of her own, but Elena reverses right back, refusing to give up momentum. Emily, again, looks for a way out and gets a hand up and around Elena's head, going up and over and landing behind Elena. Emily grabs her and puts Elena into a side headlock, but Elena counters with a fireman's carry. Both women hop up to their feet and Emily charges in with a clothesline, but Elena rolls under it and when Emily turns around, she jumps and hits the World Champion with a high arcing dropkick, sending her down to the mat hard!

Jon McDaniel: The action in this one's been fairly even so far; neither woman is willing to give in!

Brian Rentfro: We're still early on, Jon. Give it time. One of them has to give out eventually. The question is which one?

Elena takes a few steps back and charges as Emily rises, leaping over her head and rolling her up in a sunset flip pin attempt!

1!

2!

No! Emily rolls out of the pin and grabs Elena's legs, quickly stacking her up in her own roll up cover attempt!

1!

2!

No! Elena counters into her own rolling pin cover!

1!

2!

No! Emily kicks out! Both women rolls to their feet and Emily tries to hit another clothesline, but Elena ducks under it and rolls Emily up with a school boy!

1!

2!

No! Emily kicks out again! Both women quickly leap back up, and this time, Emily hits a snapmare. She grabs Elena's arm before pulling her down onto the mat with a cradle pin!

1!

2!

No! Elena kicks out! Emily and Elena both pop back up to their feet, and the two women stare each other down as the Manitoba crowd starts cheering at the top of their lungs!

Jon McDaniel: Wow! What an exchange! Who ever thought we'd be seeing chain wrestling out of Emily Corlen?!

Brian Rentfro: She's the PWA World Champion for a reason, Jon. She deserves everybody's respect.

Jon McDaniel: Are you saying you're changing your pick for this match back to Elena now?

Brian Rentfro: My pick was always Emily for this match, Jon. I simply stated that if anybody COULD beat Emily, I think it would be Elena. I never said she WOULD.

Both Emily and Elena grin as the two slowly begin to circle one another again. They tie-up in the center of the ring, but Elena stuns the Champion as she connects with a quick forearm before whipping Emily into the ropes and hitting a back body drop on the rebound! Emily holds her back as she pushes herself back to her feet, but Elena doesn't give her the chance to recover, running at her and connecting with a hurricanrana! The torn crowd reacts both favorably and negatively as Elena hops over a dazed Emily and grabs the ropes, jumping onto the bottom rope before springing back into a springboard moonsault! Elena covers!

1!

No! Emily immediately powers out. Elena, determined to keep momentum in her favor, stays on her target, cinching Emily in a rear chin lock, doing her best to keep her down on the mat. Emily, meanwhile, tries to power her way out of the hold. She gets up to a knee, trying to overpower Elena, but Elena knees Emily in the gut and hits her with a monkey flip, sending Emily crashing back to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Elena is relentless! She's not letting this opportunity pass her by!

Elena rushes in with a rolling wheel kick, but Emily ducks to avoid the contact, leaving Elena to crash into the mat. She gets back to her feet and is greeted by several furious chops to the chest area, Elena's bosom jiggling hard with every shot as Emily drives her back into the nearest corner. Elena responds by firing back with a couple of right hands, fighting her way out of the corner, but it doesn't last long, as Emily takes her down with a scoop slam. Emily runs to the ropes and bounces off to connect with a low dropkick to Elena's face. Elena tries to rolls away, but Emily lifts her up and attempts the Irish whip. Elena reverses, sending Emily bouncing off the ropes. Elena ducks her head for a back body drop, but Emily catches her with a stiff kick to the face!

Brian Rentfro: Elena just got her face rearranged courtesy of the PWA World Champion!

Emily bounces off the ropes and tries for a second kick, but Elena catches her foot and hits a leaping dragon kick that sends Emily stumbling into the ropes. Elena runs across the ring and bounces off the far ropes, but Emily sidesteps her, sending Elena through the ropes and to the floor. The front row reacts loudly as Elena pushes herself to her feet just in time to see Emily coming over the top rope with a suicide plancha, colliding with Elena!

Jon McDaniel: The Emerald Phoenix flies again at Manitoba Mayhem!

As the crowd starts a "this is awesome" chant - a hard sell after what's already gone down tonight - Emily picks Elena up and chops her chest several times. Elena swings wildly to try and catch Emily off guard, but Emily grabs her and hits a Russian leg sweep into the barricade, leaving the crowd to loudly proclaim "ooh!" as Elena's head collides with the top of the barricade. Emily is quickly back to her feet as she picks Elena up and tosses her back into the ring, before climbing onto the apron and up to the top rope. Elena staggers to her feet, still a bit off-balance and she turns around into a nasty spear off the top rope! Emily quickly covers!

1!

2!

No! Elena kicks out at 2!

Brian Rentfro: Corlen seems shocked! I think she thought this match was over!

Without wasting any time, Emily quickly grabs one of Elena's free arms, but Elena is struggling too hard for her to lock anything in. Emily drops a quick elbow across the side of Elena's neck, then picks her back up to her feet and whips her into the ropes before dropping down as Elena leapfrogs over her and bounces off the far ropes. Emily turns as Elena comes back and this time, she leapfrogs the Grizzly Beer Champion, then as Elena comes off the ropes a third time, Emily goes for a hip toss, but Elena grabs Emily's head and counters into another monkey flip! Emily stumbles back to her feet and Elena hits a low dropkick, bringing Emily down to a knee before she scores with a shining wizard! Elena quickly hooks the leg for the cover!

1!

2!

No! Emily gets the shoulder up! Elena tells the ref it was three, but the ref shakes his head and says it was only two.

Jon McDaniel: This time, it's Elena who can't believe this match isn't over!

Elena shakes her head in disbelief as she picks Emily up and grabs the arm, twisting it to hold her in place as she hits a hard knee to the gut. Elena lifts the larger Emily up and hits a vertical suplex, followed by a second, followed by a third before floating over into the pin attempt.

1!

2!

No! Emily kicks out at two!

Jon McDaniel: Elena Simonova being very smart here, keeping the pressure on the Champion and doing her best to keep her shoulders to the mat. Remember, every time Emily kicks out, she has to use more and more energy. Use up enough of that, and she won't be able to kick out anymore.

After Emily kicks out, Elena wastes no time locking in a sleeper with scissors, keeping the pressure on Emily's neck. The referee asks Emily if she wants to submit, but she adamantly refuses. Elena bears down on her, tightening the hold, but Emily begins shifting her weight back and forth until she can get up to a knee. Emily's body shakes with a mixture of anger and pure willpower as she tries to push herself all the way up to her feet and manages to after several moments. She fires an elbow into Elena's abdomen, then another, then hits a third elbow, finally breaking the hold! With Elena stumbling, Emily rushes for the ropes. As she comes back, though, Elena rolls around Emily, and when she turns around, Elena comes off the ropes herself and nails Corlen with the Hammer and Sickle (Running double axe handle followed by buzzsaw kick) before covering the Champion!

Jon McDaniel: New Champion!

1!

2!

3-NO!

Emily just barely gets the shoulder up before three. Elena can't believe it, the fans can't believe it, but the referee is holding up two fingers.

Brian Rentfro: I think EVERYBODY thought this match was over right there! What a wicked kick!

Elena starts to pull Emily to her feet, but Emily counters with a handful of elbows into Elena's gut. With Elena staggered, Emily tries to whip the Grizzly Beer Champion, but Elena counters and hits Corlen in the face with a rolling elbow that drops Emily down to a knee. Elena lifts her up and whips her into the corner. Elena then backs up into the far corner and runs in, aiming to execute her 200 Proof, but Emily quickly avoids the contact and Elena crashes chest first into the corner! Elena grabs at her chest as she stumbles backwards, turning right into a Rolling Thunder (Three Rolling German Suplexes into a bridged pin) from the World Champ!

1!

2!

Kickout! Elena kicks out at two! Emily pulls Elena to her feet and lifts her up, hitting another signature move, the Crimson Plunge (Powerbomb into Facebuster) before covering yet again!

1!

2!

No! Elena gets the shoulder up at two! Emily pleads with the referee, but he is firm on the two-count.

Jon McDaniel: Emily Corlen is getting frustrated that she hasn't been able to put Elena Simonova away yet!

Brian Rentfro: She needs to focus if she plans on leaving Manitoba with that Championship!

A frustrated Emily picks Elena up and hits a quick forearm across her face, followed by a second for good measure. She takes a step back and aims for her Skullcracker (Chick Kick), but Elena ducks underneath it and is shocked to the mat when Elena busts out her OWN version of The Skullcracker, taking Emily down!

Jon McDaniel: Elena just stole one of Emily's moves! Talk about adding insult to injury!

Back in the ring, Elena looks down at Emily before making her way to the corner, signaling for the KGB (Top rope splash into Dragonrana pin)! Before she can reach the top rope, however, Emily makes it to her feet and pounces on the ropes, causing Elena to lose her balance and stumble! This gives Emily enough time to climb the corner herself, before draping Elena's arm over her shoulder and lifting her high in the air, dropping her unceremoniously to the mat with a huge top rope superplex, harming both competitors! The crowd goes nuts, still torn between women, as Emily groggily crawls over to Elena and covers!

1!

2!

Noooo! Elena just barely kicks out and the pro Simonova fans in the crowd go NUTS!

Brian Rentfro: What a roller coaster this match has been! It's no Hayes/Phoenix, but... man! These women are leaving EVERYTHING on the mat!

Emily slowly gets up to her feet and signals for the Down in Flames, drawing a pop from the fans! Elena rolls onto her stomach, slowly rising to her feet. She turns around as Emily rushes at her, but Elena ducks out of the way again. Emily turns around and Elena connects with a hard right hand to Corlen's jaw! Emily fires right back as the two women begin trading stiff blows back and forth to one another! The fans hang on every punch until Elena gets her arm up to block Emily and connects with a second, third and fourth shot that sends Emily stumbling back into the ropes! Emily rebounds and Elena aims a clothesline, but this time, it's Emily who ducks it, and when Elena turns to face Corlen, she rears back and finally scores with her own version of the Skullcracker! Emily tries to dive into the pin, but Elena wisely rolls to the ropes and the referee holds Emily back.

Jon McDaniel: Elena showing excellent ring awareness. She may be newer than most in the AoWF, but she's got all the earmarks of a seasoned veteran already!

As Elena grabs the ropes and climbs to her feet, Emily slowly approaches her opponent. She picks Elena up, but Elena surprises her with a quick kick to the gut! She proceeds to hit a suplex on Emily, followed by a second! She starts to go for the third again, but this time, Emily blocks it with her leg! She does this twice before lifting Elena up and dropping her down to the mat with a hard suplex of her own! Elena slowly stumbles to her feet, grabbing the back of her head, as Emily motions for the Down in Flames again!

Brian Rentfro: This could be the end!

Elena turns around and Emily kicks her in the gut before going for the Down in Flames! She hooks both of Elena's arms behind her back, but before she can leap up and hit the move, Elena drops to her knees and body drops her over her head to the mat!

Jon McDaniel: Down in Flames denied!

With the crowd at a fevered pitch, Elena pulls Emily to her feet and lines her up to hit the Reverse Psychology (C4)! Just before she can leap backwards to hit the move, though, Emily hooks her free arm on the nearby ropes and Elena flies backwards all by herself, slamming into the mat! Emily stalks her as from behind as she climbs to her feet and before Elena knows what's happening, Emily grabs her from behind and hits a lightning quick Foregone Conclusion (Skull Crushing Finale)! Emily rolls Elena over and hooks the leg!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!!!

The crowd in Manitoba can't help but cheer loudly at the display they've just witnessed as "Cult of Personality" hits the ADC-Tron.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... and STILL PWA World Champion... the Self-Professed Queen of Professional Wrestling... EMILY... CORLEN!!!

Emily slowly rises to her feet and stumbles a bit as the referee hands her the PWA World Championship. She looks at it, grinning greedily before looking into the crowd and holding up her index finger.

Jon McDaniel: I think Emily Corlen just said "that was the first one"! Perhaps the first of many!

Brian Rentfro: Are you going to bet against her right now? I'm sure not!

Emily rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp, shouting "Don't you dare cheer me, you hypocritical assholes!" as she drapes the title over her shoulder. She walks backwards up the ramp as she yells "Tonight, I've made believers out of every last one of you fairweather fans!" She finally reaches the stage and holds the title up high proudly as the boos get louder and the cheers finally subside.

Jon McDaniel: What a Manitoba Mayhem, Brian! A handful of amazing matches, possibly the best in the event's history - and we've had some AMAZING Manitoba Mayhems!

Brian Rentfro: I can't wait to see what happens on the next episode of Rampage, Jon! Where do we go from here?

Jon McDaniel: That's part of the fun, Brian! For Brian Rentfro, I'm Jon McDaniel... good night from Manitoba Mayhem 2012!

We see one last shot of Emily holding her Championship high on the stage before the scene finally fades to the AoWF logo, and then to black.