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


12-05-2008


The fuse of the dynamite is lit by a sulfur tipped match; the fuse sizzles into existence. The camera pulls back to see a wrestler standing there shaking the match's flame out; it is tossed to the ground as the wrestler walks off. Tracking the sizzling fuse, we find it winding its way towards a small building; the door on the building has some writing on it, but we are too far away to make it out. We zoom in furthur to read the following:

"DANGER!
EXPLOSIVES INSIDE!
BEWARE!"

The fuse is only inches away from the door, we have no choice but to stay. The fuse goes under the small opening at the bottom of the door, nothing happens. A single heartbeat later...

White light fills the camera lense as the shed blows up in spectacular fashion. Bits of wood splintering and debris shatter down upon the camera as Korn's "Make Me Bad" begins to play at the hard guitar sound.

"I am watching the rise and fall of my salvation.
There's so much shit around me.
Such a lack of compassion. "

With these words images of all PWA superstars flash up on both the TV screen and the PWA big screen inside the arena. Images of Corey Lazarus, Joe BoXer, Viktor Stone, Riona Langly and Jamie Flynn's infamous ladder match, Scottie Snow.

"I thought it would be all fun and games (would be fun and games).
Instead it's all the same (it's all the same).
I want something to do."

Phoenix flashes up on the screen, burning into your mind and as it burns on the screen to be replaced with a red fireball that begins rolling.

"Need to feel the sickness in you.

I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
again.
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad."

The fireball is rolling towards the screen, growing ever brighter as it cuts the distance.

"All I'll do is look for you.
I know your fix, you need it to
Just to get some sort of attention, attention.

What does it mean to you?
For me it's something I just do.
I want something.
I need to feel the sickness in you"

On the television set, the ball burns the brightest it has burned; inside the arena a fireball shoots down to the ring. We see the crowd inside the arena cheering for Friday Night Rampage.

"I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
again.
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad.

I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
again.
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad.

Does it make me bad??

Explosion in the arena as the fireball smashes into the structure above the ring showering the crowd in red, gold, and yellow sparks. The camera pans down to find John McDaniel and Brian Rentfro sitting at ringside, ready to commentate. Over the loud speakers the voice of Korn's "Make Me Bad" dies down and the camera now pans to the middle of the ring. Eric Emerson is standing on the W in the PWA logo right in the middle of the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready for some Pioneer Wrestling Association action?

The crowd pops enormously for some PWA action.

ERIC EMERSON: Are you ready for Friday... Night... RAMPAGE?!

Another huge pop as the camera pans around to all of the arena, catching all of the fans inside the building. The scene cuts to outside the arena where on a marquee it shows the name of the event and the air date and time. The crowd in line for the event is long, but most have made their way inside to get their seats. Back in the arena Eric Emerson is still standing on the W.

ERIC EMERSON: Well, let's get ready for some PWA action!

Jethro Hayes vs Jamie Flynn


Jon McDaniel: Former partners disagreeing a bit about Jamie's departure.

Brian Rentfro: Everyone was getting a title shot, why not Jamie?

Jon McDaniel: He was tag champ.

Brian Rentfro: He wanted better, being with Jethro was holding him back.

Jon McDaniel: Everyone wants a title shot.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe I'll put my name in for one of them too. I hear it pays better to be a champ.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington...

The house lights dim, as the image of a red ouroboros flashes on the monitor...

Amidst the cheering, "The Pot" subtly begins to play over the arena.

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been... high
You must have been... high

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...

As the sounds of Tool kick up and the bass begins to resonate, Jamie Flynn appears at the top of the ramp to the ovation of his fans. Wearing his trademark Aviators and a black hoodie, he raises his arm to them and begins his walk to the ring.

Foot in mouth and head up ass
So whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out. boy,

You must have been... so high
You must have been... so high

Eric Emerson: He is... JAMIE FLYNN!!

He slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. He walks briskly to a corner and hops up, throwing one arm up into the air and soaking in a few more moments of the crowds' admiration.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Musta got lemon juice up in your... eye!
When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must have been... high! high!
You must have been... high! high!

Removing his shades and sweater, he hands them off to an official outside the ring and moves to his corner, where he stretches out a few last-minute kinks and waits for the match to begin.

The cranking of a tractor is heard throughout the arena and the video entrance of Jethro Hayes begins playing over the big screen. Cows moo, on the screen cows are shown in a green pasture. Pigs are oinking, on the screen pigs run around in mud within a fence. The scene on the screen goes to rolling hills, showing combines in the field harvesting crops, tractors harrowing the ground preparing for the new crop; semi trucks are hauling
off the harvested crop. A man walks up the 3 steps and opens the door on the cab of his John Deere tractor, he is wearing a John Deere trucker hat, and is missing a few teeth, evident by the grinning face he turns to the camera, he waves at the camera; it is part of a family video. He climbs on into the cab of the tractor; along with the cranking of the tractor on the screen, the beginning of Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver begins to play over the speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John Deere 4720 tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up from the muffler.


~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy

When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an hour.

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... Jethro Hayes!"

With the mentioning of his name, Jethro toots the tractor's horn inside the cab and waves to the crowd, he revs the tractor's engine slightly in response
to the crowd.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while reving the tractor to full power; then he shuts the tractor
off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge pop, he waves and climbs down. Jethro is wearing overalls with a yellow John Deere shirt underneath, brown
Wolverine boots, and a John Deere hat.

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.


~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with the music.

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in the air, still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a fiddle.

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

DING! DING!

Jamie and Jethro stare across the ring at each other; former partners now facing off against each other. They both goe for a lock up in the middle of the ring, Jamie ducks under the collar and elbow attempt from Jethro; he is behind Jethro. Spinning, Jethro catches Jamies insiguri kick attempt and spins Jamie around into a inverted atomic drop. Jamie comes crashing down stumbling forward towards the ropes, he turns back to stare at the charging Jethro. Back body drop and Jethro is flipped over the top rope to the outside.

Jon McDaniel: Quick moves from Jamie is a normal night, but Jethro showing that he has been training.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, caught me off-guard as well.

Jethro is getting back to his feet, but Jamie is leaping over the top rope with a plancha to the outside. Jethro catches Flynn in mid air spinning him around to slam him with a modified scoop bodyslam.

Ref: One!

Jethro whips Jamie towards the metal guardrail, but it is reversed at the last second and Jethro is sent crashing into the unforgiving metal at ringside.

Ref: TWO!

Jethro bounces back from the impact of back and metal guardrail into a droptoe hold and Jethro's face is planted to the concrete floor.

Ref: THREE!

Using the guardrail as a springboard jump, Jamie flips into the air crashing down on empty concrete. Jethro rolls out of the way just in time which causes Jamie to kiss the concrete this time.

Ref: FOUR!

Both men are down, but Jethro is managing to move slightly faster to his vertical base as Jamie clutches at his chest which made harder contact with the unforgiving concrete.

Ref: FIVE!

Jon McDaniel: These two men had better get this back in the ring and quick.

Brian Rentfro: Let 'em fight!

Collar and elbow tie up outside, boot to the gut from Jamie has Jethro doubled over at the waist. Jamie springboards from the ring apron with aDDT and Jethro's skull once again meets the hard floor.

Ref: SIX!

Jamie grabs the back of Jethro's head and begins to pound it furiously into the concrete, he is trying to bust his former partner wide open and early in the match.

Ref: SEVEN!

Jamie now stands with his legs spread over the back of Jethro's head, he is lifting him up for a piledriver right onto the exposed floor. Back body drop again, this time to Jamie, and he lands back first on the floor, hisleft foot catching the corner of the ring steps.

Ref: EIGHT!

Jethro picks up Jamie, grinning a not so pleasant grin, and proceeds to Irish whip him into the ringsteps, but Jamie kicks the right leg of Jethro and Jethro falls to the wounded knee he clutches at it.

Ref: NINE!

Jamie rolls into the ring, effectively breaking the count at nine and keeping the match alive. He hits the ropes, aiming for some sort of aerial move. He baseball slides right into Jethro's wounded bent knee and Jethro grunts from the pain. Smiling with a cocky smile, Jamie chops away at the overall covered chest of Jethro, the chops are so hard that they tear the shirt.

Ref: ONE!

Jamie rolls Jethro back into the ring before the count reaches two. Jethro is stunned from the kick to the knee and then baseball slide to the same knee and is still clutching at the offending body part. Placing the leg on the ropes, Jamie jumps up and down onto the toe of Jethro's upturned boot, low blowing himself. As he grabs at his now injured manhood, Jethro begins to slide out from under his opponent and gets to his feet. Jamie turns around big clothesline from Jethro! Jamie is backed up into the corner, chop from Jethro, another chop, a repeated third chop and Jamie's chest is turning blood red. Not only has the blood vessels broken, but the skin seems to be trickling the faintest amount of blood.

Jon McDaniel: Vicious chops from Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Jamie might have thought Jethro was a loveable hick, but there isn't much love in the way he is fighting.

Lifting him up, Jamie is now resting on the top turnbuckle; Jethro climbs up after him. Top Rope Superplex! Both Jamie and Jethro are down, Jamie haven slid all the way across the ring on his back. Jethro rolls over and to his knees before getting back to his feet; he is covered in sweat. Jethro walks over to Jamiewho has begun to slowly rise up and the two meet with right hands. Jamie is getting the worse of the right hands from the much bigger and more powerful man and is quickly backed into another corner. Jamie doesn't let this bother him as he walks backwards up the corner turnbuckles diving with a moonsault over Jethro's head and turns around to face Jethro's back. Jethro spins quickly, but is not able to avoid the foot placed into his stomach. Jamie climbs through the ropes to the outside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he dives with a leg drop across the back of Jethro's neck taking him down to the mat. He rolls Jethro over; he hooks a leg.

Ref: ONE! TWO!-- Jethro kicks out with some authority, but it is noticeable that his energy is draining fast.

Brian Rentfro: Big men are powerful, but their size inhibits their endurance.

Jon McDaniel: Jamie is tiring too, but possibly not as fast as Jethro.

Jamie climbs back through the ropes, holding onto the top most rope with both hands. Jethro gets back to his feet facing away from Jamie, who leaps to the top rope. Springboard bulldog and Jethro is down on his face yet again. Jamie somehow hooks in a crossface chicken wing move, but is unable to secure the hold properly due to Jethro's massive size. Jethro easily breaks the hold by getting to his knees and shaking Jamie like a rag doll in a dog's teeth. Jamie is flung to the ropes and using the momentum springboards with a flying forearm and elbow to the side of Jethro's head. Jethro ducks from the blow catching Jamie in a fireman's carry slam to the mat. Both men are down and the ref begins another long count.

Ref: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!... FOUR!... FIVE!... SIX!...

Jamie is moving now a little faster than Jethro; Jamie being to one knee as Jethro is just rolling over.

Ref: SEVEN!... EIGHT!...

Jamie falls to the ropes in an effort to get back up to his feet as Jethro is up to both knees at this point. Jethro shakes his head and leaning on the ropes, Jamie does the exact same. Jamie goes for a punt kick to Jethro's temple, but Jethro catches it standing up with the captured body part. Jethro laughs as Jamie is shaking his head; using his right foot, Jethro kicks the foot out from under Jamie. He hooks Jamie up in the Combine Seat! Jamie is near the ropes, but can he move both himself and Jethro?

Brian Rentfro: Jamie is going to get broken in half!

Jon McDaniel: He could tap, but that is unlikely.

Using what is probably all of his strength, Jamie lunges for the bottom rope and manages to just place his fingertips on thesalvation he needs to continue the match for at least one second longer. Jethro, being the person that he is, breaks the hold immediately turning, he awaits for Jamie. He whips Jamie into the ropes and as Jamie comes back, plants him to the mat with a huge Somoan drop to the canvas; it is a pinning attempt.

ONE! TWO! THR--NO! Jamie just does roll up his shoulder, stopping the match's end just in time.

Jon McDaniel: Close call for Jethro to gain a win and for Jamie to gain a loss.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro didn't realize it was a pin attempt.

Rolling to his knees again, Jethro pushes himself up, wobbling from the energy put into this match; Jamie using the ropes again does the same. These two stare at each other once again in this matchup and both nod they charge towards each other. Jamie with a drop toe hold, but Jethro flipped over it?

Brian Rentfro: What the...?

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, where did that come from?

Jethro points to his temple, showing he is smarter than people give him credit for. Jamie stands up behind him, looking bewildered he wipes the sweat from his eyes and stares at Jethro's back. Jethro turns around, they begin to pound each other again. Suprising Jamie, once again, Jethro lifts him up in a gorilla press slam and drops him to the mat. Jamie lands on the tips of his boots and hands, he spins around sweeping the legs out from under Jethro and Jethro is down to the mat flat on his back. Jethro's head made violent contact with the canvas and there is a dazed look on his face as Jamie leans in the corner catching his breath. Not taking too much time to recoop, Jamie forceablly Irish whips Jethro into the corner padding and as Jethro rebounds from the impact Jamie leaps from the top rope. Suicide Devil's Plancha!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Jon McDaniel: Jamie has done it again, yet another victory!

Brian Rentfro: It was only a matter of time. Jethro just isn't in Jamie's league.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Jamie Flynn!

Kyle Stevenson vs Hunter Sullivan

Jethro Invitational Finals


John Jon McDaniel: “Here we go fans, we finally reached the FINALS in the Jethro invitational tournament.

Rentford: “That’s right and were about to see two interesting individuals go head to head here tonight for the grand prize of tag team gold.”

Jon McDaniel:” Brian, who do you think is going to head out of this one with his hand raised?”

Brian Rentfro:”Well I gotta say Kyle has been doing very well sense returning to PWA, TV title gold, and a nice handful of wins. Patterns says Kyle’s on a roll and no signs of slowing down”

Jon McDaniel:”All do respect to Kyle and his turn around, Hunter had to go through Matthew Engel to get here, that’s type of momentum has got to roll right through Kyles.”

Jon McDaniel:”We will see, both men are in the ring and seem intent on walking away victorious. No if ands or buts about it.”

Hunter and Kyle start things off simple with a elbow collar tie up. Using his armature skills Kyle was grounded with a slick toss. Sullivan keeps the pressure applying a headlock. Kyle shifts to his feet and shifts around in the lock before hitting a few elbows and breaking out nailing a nice snapmare drop kick combo. Kyle returns to lock in his own side head lock taking control. Hunter returns the favor pushing himself to his feet tossing Kyle in an irish whip. Hunter waited and attempted a Hip toss, the attempt failed as Kyle kept his base and sent up a knee. Kyle switches it up and rolls into his own Hiptoss position, sending up another knee, a doubled over Hunter was used as a spring board to back flip. Using the momentum from this Kyle attempted a belly to back suplex, only Hunter slips through and lands on his feet. Kyle turns in time to duck a spinning roundhouse kick, in retort, Kyle goes for a leg sweep that is hopped over. Grounded Hunter tries to take advantage of Kyle and lay in a heavy stop, Kyle rolls, Hunter attempts again, another roll. Kyle retreats to the safety of the ropes.

Brian Rentfro:” It’s so very obviously clear how much each of these men want to walk away here with the victory!”

Jon McDaniel:” Not all that common for someone to go toe to toe with Hunter’s chain wrestling abilities.”

Brian Rentfro:”very true, his skill in the area still amazes me time to time, just flows so smooth.”

Jon McDaniel:”As impressive as he maybe in that area, chains rarely secure the victory. It’s going to take a little more impact then that.”

The ref backs Hunter away from the ropes allowing Kyle to return to the ring and a second lock up to begin. Both men begin with a test of strength this time smashing chests together attempting the advantage. Hunter sends up a knee and hits a northern lights suplex. Kyle quickly kicks out and rolls through bringing both men back to their feet, still in the lock up. Kyle this time launches the move having the same result follow him. Hunter and Kyle return to their feet again in the lock up before Hunter takes a new route and pulls Kyle forward into a drop toe hold. Taking hold of the arm again Hunter pushes up into a hammer lock. Kyle barrel rolls through and grabs his own hammer lock, dropping a knee on the elbow as he does. Hunter crawls forward a little and manages to take grasp of the ropes. The ref holds Kyle back this time as Hunter moves to his feet and rolls his arm around.

Jon McDaniel:” This seems to be going a steady even pace here.”

Brian Rentfro:” yes indeed, and it makes me wonder, what type of tag partner these men will be for Jethro?”

Jon McDaniel:” Well, I happen to know that Hunter is indeed a former Tag team champion.”

Brian Rentfro:” that was forever and a day ago though, he’s been far to focused on singles competition.”

Jon McDaniel:” That type of thing doesn’t really leave you Brian”

Hunter moves out of the ropes and starts to circle the ring nodding at his opponent who does the same. Moving in closer to each other Hunter fakes out a lock up, quickly wrapping around into a reverse waist lock. Kyle stands his base and prys the hands apart before making his own standing switch. Hunter sends back a few elbows getting out of the hold and running the ropes. Returning Kyle leap frogs over head and runs the ropes aswell. Both rebound and seem to be heading for a head on collision when Hunter goes low and Kyle leaps over again continuing there sprint. Hunter keeps going and rebounds turning around into Kyle who attempts a springboard. The move is missed as Hunter ducks a clothesline attempt. Rushing to the ropes Hunter makes a spring board of his own, nailing a shin kick to the back of the un-suspecting head of his opponent.

Jon McDaniel:” crazy springboared action there Brian.”

Brian Rentfro:” Quite, Kyle needs to watch his step with Hunter, He’s good for sudden shots like that.”

Jon McDaniel:” How does Kyle look as Jethro’s partner?”

Brian Rentfro:”frankly, I don’t think Either Jethro nor Kyle want to tag with each other, but Kyle wont toss this match. There is to much oompf to his name if he can win over Hunter, not to mention winning a tournament.”

Hunter goes for a quick pin getting only a 2 count. Hunter pulls Kyle back up and to the corner where he lays In a good amount of chops. Kyle is still loopy and falls victim to a snapmare sleeper combo. Kyle struggles in the hold before getting to his feet and laying a few elbows making the escape. Kyle runs the ropes and returns with a lariat attempt, only to be countered and brought up into another sleeper. Kyle escapes again hitting a jaw breaker. With hunter dazed, Kyle runs the ropes and dives for a cross body on the return, only to be caught and driven down with a back breaker. Hunter holds it and applies a back breaker submission. In defiance Stevenson reaches out and rakes the eyes of his opponent.

Jon McDaniel:” Kyle looking a little desperate with having to use such disgusting tactics.”

Brian Rentfro:” That’s what it takes man, I don’t suspect Hunter will be playing by all the rules either.”

Hunter moves to his feet holding his eyes . Kyle takes advantage and kicks Hunter in the back of the knee, followed by a few hard chest shots. Hunter falls forward crawling forward beginning to see. Kyle does let him far kicking him swiftly over onto his back. Kyle taunts around stepping over Sullivan and leaning over to talk shit in his face. As soon as he does hunter pokes him in the eye and manages a 2 count school boy when Kyle stumbled away. Hunter smirks and pulls Kyle back to his feet, only to lift and drop him down with a back breaker. Sullivan lifts him back up, bringing him into the air with a t-bone back breaker. Sullivan does slow dows following up with a pump handle slam back breaker. Grabbing him one last time Sullivan bring Kyle to his feet bringing him into a standing headsissiors for a seemingly double underhook back breaker, but a swift Kyle bring hunter up onto his shoulders….

Brian Rentfro:”LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT”

Jon McDaniel:” It’s a Christmas miracle by jesus, someone was praying hard.”

Brian Rentfro:” ONE.”

Jon McDaniel:” TWO”

Both:” THR- KICKOUT!!??”

Hunter manages his arm up and escapes the pinfall disaster!

Jon McDaniel:”Maybe the miracle wasn’t Kyle’s…”

Kyle is in rage pulling Hunter to his feet and pushing him to the corner, entering a flurry of chops. Hunter cringes each shot not really in the game after the solid knee to the head. Kyle smiles out to the fans as he lifts hunter to his shoulders and plants him on the top rope. Following him up Stevenson tries to lift him into the air in a suplex, Sullivan keeps enough wit to hold the top rope and avoid it. Hunter sends in a countering harsh head but, trying to knock back his assailant.

Sullivan repeats the shots regaining his focus as he takes grasp on Kyles legs, tripping him back. Hunter is holding the legs though, in a crossed manner! Anyone who knows Hunter from anywhere else at this point explode into a frenzy of cheers! Hunter merely pulls up and back before leaping nailing the SHATTERING MADUSA!!! “HOLY SHIT” “HOLY SHIT” Hunter rolls Kyle to his back and makes the cover.

One TWO THREE!

After the match, Jethro comes out and hands Sullivan his tag team title belt and raises his arm in the air.

Engel/Riona vs ???/Snow vs Laz/Stone


Jon McDaniel: The main event this evening is one that will rock the foundation of Rampage.

Brian Rentfro: It is huge! A three way match full of PWA superstars inside that very ring! And to make this match even more special, we've got President Robinson sitting in on commentary with us!

President Rob Robinson: Its good to be here, Brian. I'd love to be in that ring tonight, its just too bad that my reinstatement papers got lost.

DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit introducing first.

The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of red strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Hysteria" by Muse
hits the PA system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the outline of Project X can be made as he jogs on the spot, preparing
himself for the task ahead. When the music reaches it's peak, he bursts forth in a rush of energy and launches his chokeslamming arm up into the air as
a jet of pyro launches up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk.

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.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe it, PX is back!

Brian Rentfro: Guess those burns and scars healed up, well um guess they just healed up.

President Rob Robinson: P-X has always been a monster of a man and I couldn't be happier to have resigned him!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda ...

"Nutshell" by Alice in Chains takes over the sound system. The smooth and undeniable guitar of Jerry Cantrell takes over your mind and body. His riffs
are simple to begin the song, but they speak volumes. The crowd is a little confused.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even...

The vocals of none other than Layne Staley kick in. His voice is unique, his tone is melancholy, but his message is pure.

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home

Eric Emerson: ...and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds...

Matthew Engel appears from backstage on the ramp way, the PWA World Title thrown over his right shoulder. Cantrell's guitar becomes amplified, as the song
sinks deeper. Matthew Engel is wearing a dark green tuxedo, as usual. He has a black silk shirt, black tie, and black Oakley's. Silver and Green Pyros
shoot off as he makes his way down to the ring. He is alone.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen..."THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead

Matthew Engel is completely focused on the ring. He ignores the fans as he enters through the ropes. Cantrell's guitar takes it to high gear as the song
comes near its end. Engel takes off his jacket, tie, and shirt to reveal a white beater underneath. He hands off the World Title to the referee. He begins
to stretch in the ring.

A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, the lights flickering along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the arena shut off completely,
and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd claps along with the music as images of angels and death flash across the screen,
superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning, the music stops and a massive
explosion of pyro goes off as the metal part of the intro begins, the lights coming back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala
begins singing.

### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front
of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, the red bangs at
the front hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.

### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###

The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her
arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face. A huge pop occurs as
a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out. She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would
be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers
to switch back to blue.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first/next... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot
nine inches. She is the current, reigning, defending... UNCONTESTED, UNDEFEATED, AND UNDISPUTED... PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!!

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###

Riona unstraps the PWA Intercontinental Championship from her waist and raises it high with one arm, pacing across the entrance ramp and showing everyone
what she's got as the lasers turn back to red with Tajra's voice returning.

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona lowers her arm and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over
her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd. The arching
shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks.
Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs.
She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose with the Intercontinental Championship in her right hand as silver pyro shoots
up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some
last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

Jon McDaniel: All but two of these men will be in the World Title match at the pay per view.

Brian Rentfro: Boy, you are quick aren't you? I realized that when I read the card's lineup.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the
entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled
up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
Jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the rampway as Red lights flicker throuhout the arena.
On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed
body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

The lights in the arena die, and the ADC-Tron shows nothing but a black and white film countdown

A massive drumroll cues up The Crown's "Crowned in Terror," and brutal metal riffing pours from the PA system. The riffs build and then die as one guitar
plays, with the drums and other instruments coming in to accent. The 35-second mark cues...

HYUH!

...and Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain, his eyes hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, his arms hanging at his sides
after he runs his fingers over his moustache and goatee.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time...

A primal scream covers the music at the 44-second mark, and Lazarus steps further onto the stage, turning around slowly to take a quick look at the ADC-Tron
before stopping at the end of the stage, his back to the ramp and the ring before turning around.

Oh, it's not over yet
Consuming flames of the faceless one
There's no time to repent
As you bow before the serpent god

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 230 pounds...

Lazarus jogs in place at the end of the stage, shaking out his limbs, and then begins walking solemnly down the ramp. He points up at the ADC-Tron, focusing
everybody's attention to images of his glory: dropping Phoenix on his head with the Mercury Driver to win the 2008 Who's The Man tournament; kicking out
after being drilled with Raizzor's Tombstone Shoulderbreaker at Revolutions Per Minute; rolling out of the way of Sean Moro's Near Death Experience and
kipping up to his feet, lifting Moro up and dropping him head-first to the mat with the Mercury Driver to capture the DRWF Eternal title.

There's no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
And ready to attack
The jaws of death are hungry like a war

Eric Emerson: And standing at 6-foot-1...

Corey turns around to face the ring as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between
the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again.

Songs of death shall kill the lies forever, and ever
Baptized, burning, cold flames will purify my soul
Our hearts are rotten to the core

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...

Lazarus steps into the ring and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. The music keeps
pounding away as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.

Behead the prophets
Their skulls: trophies in the final war

Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction"...

Lazarus bobs his head quickly to the beat of the song, breathing heavier and heavier as he does so.

The plague of man, crowned in terror
Hate and soulless might

Corey leaps to his feet as the main riff returns at the end of the chorus, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban's off, turning his
body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

"Crowned in Terror" fades into silence as Corey backs up to his corner, removing his Ray Ban's and handing them off to a ringside attendant. He adjusts
the tape on his hands, and then stretches his legs out using the middle ropes.


Each member of the match stand inside the ring, all staring at a particular face before moving on to another. Scottie Snow stands there looking well, out of place among the main eventers. The referee makes a member from each team crawl through the ropes to the outside because the fans are ready to get this under way. Project X, in his return, starts the match off for his team while Stone is starting for his team, and Engel decides to take the starting position for their team. All three men stand in the middle of the ring, PX overshadowing them due to his size as he reaches out with a massive right fist knocking Viktor to the ground with one swift mighty blow. He turns to Engel who is on the attack of PX, trying to bring the big man down. The ring rust is not coating PX's joints as he lifts Engel bodily up into the air with a gorilla press slam on top of the moving Viktor Stone. Engel's crashing force causes Viktor to fall back to the mat now both men are in a heap. PX turns to point at Corey Lazarus, motioning for him to enter to the fray; Corey just shakes his had. In their corner, Scottie is begging for the tag; PX simply shakes his head that he will not just yet.

Brian Rentfro: PX in full control here John.

Jon McDaniel: He is huge compared to the other superstars.

PX lifts Engel to his feet bodily with his hand around Engel's neck; Viktor takes the oppurtunity to chop the legs of PX out from under him with a chop block. PX drops Engel tospin slowly around to face Viktor, Engel chop blocks the same leg as Viktor chop blocked and PX is down to the mat on one knee. Engel leaps forward with a bulldog as Stone takes the other side of Project X's head with a DDT to the mat. Both men work together surprisingly well in taking the returning PX down to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: They seem to work together well John.

Jon McDaniel: They did until just now.

President Rob Robinson: Let's not take anything away from P-X, though. He's been injured for months now, he's bound to be rusty.

In the ring Engel and Stone are exchanging blows with Engel backing Viktor up towards the ropes. Irish whip and Stone is sent flying to the other side of the ring where Scottie delivers a well placed kick to Viktor's skull. Viktor stumbles forward turning to look daggers at Scottie, who just shrugs. He spins back around quickly to find Engel charging at him; elevated back body drop and Engel is sent down to the mat and Viktor is the only remaining legal wrestler standing. PX appears to be just lying on the mat relaxing as Stone and Engel beat each other up; PX jumps at the look Stone is giving him.

Jon McDaniel: PX caught napping there Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, must be nice. Let them do all the work and he gets all of the reward, great work strategy in my professional opinion.

Not caring about PX for the moment, Stone goes to work on the area of Engel's neck that made contact with the canvas. Boot scrape to the area, repeated boot stomps to the area of the neck and Engel is in a bad way being so far from his partner Riona Langly. Stone Irish whips Engel into the ropes but it is reversed and Stone is sent flying to the opposite side of the ring right into

Jon McDaniel: The PROBE!

Brian Rentfro: Engel can't believe it and Stone is just out.

PX makes the cover.

ONE! TWO!

Riona dives from the top turnbuckle, Lazarus dives with an elbow, and Engel dives with a headbutt to stop the pin; all three hit PX at the same exact time to maximize the damage. Riona begins to brawl with Lazarus as Engel is attacked from behind by Snow. Engel turns to confront his attacker and Scottie stands his ground firing right and lefts into Matthew's ribs and midsection. Engel is rocked by the exchange and quickly on the defensive as Riona and Lazarus still exchange blows. PX is getting to his feet, his body language showing he is not happy with the pin attempt's breakup. Lazarus' right hand misses Riona's head by mere inches as she plants a hard side kick into Corey's ribcage. The force of the blow forces Lazarus into the corner gasping and holding his ribs.

Jon McDaniel: The ref has lost control of this one.

Brian Rentfro: Did he ever really have control?

Riona is mounting Corey in the corner nailing rights on the side of his head; Corey is still gasping for breath and this punishment from Riona isn't helping matters. Stone has managed to get to his knees behind PX and rolls him up for a pin!

ONE! TWO!--Snow stomps on the back of Viktor's head breaking up the pin. Engel spins the cheering and proud Snow around, even flow DDT to the canvas and the cheering Snow is silenced. Engel looks pleased with himself as Stone unaware that Snow was the one who stomped on the back of his head stands up to face Engel head on. They rush at each other fists flying as PX gets up, acting angrier than before, and lifts Snow up and over their corner to the apron. He turns around to face the other four wrestlers. Stone is trading blows with Engel, Riona and Lazarus are exchanging blows; PX leans back on the corner padding, watching for his oppurtunity. Knee to the gut and Riona is doubled over, Corey wipes the sweat from his brow flicking it off his hands with distain. Knee lift to Riona's face, another knee lift; leg drop across the back of her neck forcing her face into the canvas at Corey's feet. The referee is running around trying to restore order, but for the moment it is lost.

Jon McDaniel: What is going on here, who is legal, who isn't?

Brian Rentfro: Not my job John, not my job.

Viktor tries to rake the eyes of Engel, but it is blocked by Engel's fist to Stone's mouth. Stone holds a hand to his mouth, his hand coming away red and dripping. The fire seems to brighten in his eyes and the anger quickly follows down that tube of adrenaline. He charges at Engel. Drop toe hold and Stone is to the mat, his chin making contact forcefully. Engel is up, elbow drop to Stone's neck, elbow drop back to the same point on Stone's neck. Engel hurries down to Stone's feet, grasping one of his ankles in his double fist slamming the knee down with force to the mat. Stone flips over placing a kick toward Engel's midsection; side stepped by Engel who grabs that foot as well. Slingshot and Stone goes flying over the top rope and to the guardrail outside the ring; his throat makes violent contact with the fan's protection as he crumples to lay beside it. Lazarus is watching this with concentration and utter coolness as he walks on Riona on his way to Matthew Engel. PX rushes at Corey, perhaps to stop him from reaching Engel and perhaps to just seize his seen oppurtunity. Corey sidesteps PX nailing the masked man with a spinning back elbow that he turns into a back hand upon impact pushing PX back. Not happy, is PX, as he holds his offending jaw staring at Corey Lazarus who still calmly walks towards Engel, who is still unaware. Engel is gaining his breath when a tap on his shoulder alerts him to Corey's presence. As he turns, he is met with a clenched fist to his jaw, rocking him backwards, and Corey is on the attack with verocity and determination. Engel is stunned thinking Riona had Corey under control while he dealt with Stone, who is still not moving on the outside. Knife edge chop to Matthew and Engel winces from the impact of Corey's hand making contact with his skin. Placing a hand on Matthew's throat, Corey nails another knife edge chop and the chest of Engel is beginning to redden heavily from the force of the chops.

Brian Rentfro: Corey showing why he is the world champ!

Jon McDaniel: But he isn't.

Brian Rentfro: Does he not have the belt?

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, he does.

Brian Rentfro: Possession is nine tenths of the law.

Standing dropkick to Engel in the corner as PX is still watching on, Viktor is still not moving, Snow is kneeling behind PX in their corner, and Riona is gone? *CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!* We find Riona as she throws down the steel chair and she is standing over a prone Project X in the corner of Snow and Project X. She turns to prevent Snow from interferring with a standing dropkick and Snow is flung to the outside. Riona begins to slowly and methodically chop down PX by placing his long legs across the middle rope. *CRACK!* she brings down the now dented steel chair across the back of Project X's legs and he is still unmoving at her feet. She is vicious in her attack, nailing stomps to the back of his legs, a standing drop kick to the side of his knee and she begins her ascent to the top turnbuckle. Riona dives with both her elbows and knees tucked into her body landing with all her weight across PX's legs; this wakes him up and he grunts in pain.

Jon McDaniel: PX probably wondering why he came back.

Brian Rentfro: For the groupies?

Snow is back up in his corner, wiping his face with his right hand and staring into the ring at the action; he is doing what he is supposed to and staying in his corner until he is tagged in. Viktor is still not moving on the outside, but by the slow and regular fall of his chest, he is alive. Riona is attacking PX's legs with tenacity and utter abandon; across the ring Lazarus is fighting with Engel who has regained some control. PX pushes back up to his feet, it knocking Riona into where Snow is standing. PX isn't happy as he nails Riona, whipping her across the ring to where Engel and Lazarus are fighting amongst themselves. Riona crashes into the two brawling men as PX tags in Scottie who is shocked at the contact and oppurtunity. The referee tries to regain order in the ring, but gives it up as futile and calls for the bell. Snow leaps over the top rope, beginning his charge before PX stops him short. He shakes his head bending down to whisper something into Snow's ear. Snow appears to be worried, but nods his head. Backing up into their corner, Scottie's wrist is grabbed and PX gives a mighty heave as Snow is sent flying across the ring barrelling down on the dazed trio of Riona, Engel, and Corey. He slams into them with enormous force and they all land in the corner, being propped up by the corner ringpost, ropes, and each other. We focus in on this as from the other side of the ring a loud and unhuman-like roar comes, we see Project X charging at these four and leaping up into the air three quarters of the way to his destination and landing on all four superstars.

Jon McDaniel: Oh My God, he squished them like grapes at a winery.

Brian Rentfro: I feel sorry for whoever was stuck in the corner.

All four bodies fall out of the corner as PX walks back from the impact.

President Rob Robinson: And that, gentlemen, is my cue.

Jon McDaniel: Where is he going?

Brian Rentfro: And why is he grabbing the title belt from the timekeeper?

Robinson slides in the ring behind Project X, who is surveying the carnage. Robinson runs up to P-X and nails him in the back on the head with the World title, knocking the big man down. Robinson runs to the corner, hops up to the top turnbuckle and nails P-X with the Ashes. Robinson bends down, picks up the World title belt and holds it over his head, then reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out some papers.

President Rob Robinson: Oh yeah, turns out we found my reinstatement papers.

Robinson places the papers on P-X's face, then drops the belt on top of them. Scottie Snow comes up behind Robinson and raises his arm, but Robinson, caught by surprise, spins around, scoops up Snow and hits him with the Flames. Robinson looks surprised when he sees who he just attacked, but shrugs and exits the ring.