World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Jacob Collins & Scotty 'The Panther' Snow vs Spyke Gein & David Alexander

Tag Team Match

After the introduction to Rampage by veteran announces Brian Rentfro and Jon McDaniel, Eric Emerson announced the competitors for the opening tag team match. Jacob Collins came out first followed by former PWA World Champion Scotty Snow, and then Emerson covered the stats for their opponents; Spyke Gein and Alexander; The Nicemen.

Collins and Spyke began the match with a handshake and a nod and wrestled a solid mat based program for the first three minutes, before Spyke hip tossed Collins into his corner and he tagged in Scotty Snow. Snow came in, and tied up with Spyke and for a moment schooled Spyke on what it was like to be a former champion before Spyke tagged in Alexander. Alexander, being nearly twice the size of Scotty, used a bunch of power based moves to wear Snow down rather fast. Snow tagged in Collins, not much larger then Snow, but Collins ducked Alexander and for a couple of minutes played a bit of cat n mouse, forcing Alexander to move more in the ring than necessary. Finally, Collins with forced into the corner and Alexander utilized a powerful bear hug on Collins. The ref finally ordered a break from the corner and Collins, winded, went for his corner but Alexander grabbed his leg.

Collins quickly hit a reverse kick to Alexander’s jaw, breaking the hold and tagged in Scotty who knee clipped Alexander from behind. With Alexander down to one leg, Scotty hit a quick succession of body kicks to wind the big man and daze him. A quick tag to Collins and both men delivered a sharp double drop kick to the big man’s back and Alexander hit canvas face first. While the move did get the man down, it didn’t out right knock him senseless and he was back to his feet too quickly for the likes of Collins and Snow. However, he tagged in Spyke to take a small breather and as Spyke came in, Collins re-tagged Snow who met Spkye in the middle of the ring.

Quick back and forth action, and in the process Spyke whipped Snow into Collins who was on the apron and Collins landed against the guard rail, the wind knocked out of him. Suddenly from the ramp, Mr. Hardcore came down and pulled Alexander off the ramp and slammed him into the corner steel post. The ref, unaware of this, focused on Spyke and Snow…. Snow seeing what happened, went to yell at his partner but Spyke turned him around and pinned him with a forceful Fisherman’s suplex for the quick 3.

Immediately after, Spyke dropped out of the ring to help his partner, aghast as to why Mr. Hardcore would get his nose in their business. Mr. Hardcore backed up the ramp, yelling about how Scotty was his partner and they would see The Nicemen very soon!

Winners: The Nicemen

Hope You Are Ready!

Hope You Are Ready"

Jethro walks out of his room, dressed in black jeans, black "Hayes!" t-shirt, and boots. His wrists are taped,, his knuckles are covered, he is prepared for the match as well as he can. He looks dead into the camera, not a bit of fear, worry, dread, or anything similar to that in his eyes or face.

Jethro: "Shut up Bud, you aren't needed to add your input into this segment."

He just stares into the camera, looking to reach "The Show" before their match and get under his skin.

"Chad, you proclaimed in your second promo that you are the cornerstone... excuse me, were the cornerstone of Rebel Pro."

He waits.

"I guess that is why Rebel Pro is found only in the archives, DVDs, torrent files, and the occasional match to keep interest in their massive amounts of merchandise that is left over. But as you made that the opening part of your promo, I'm glad that you said it, because just as your body has failed you in the past, just as Rebel Pro has folded and is no more, so will you be. Rebel Pro is gone, only to be found in the dust covered archives and that is where you belong. To be the innovator of offense, you did nothing more than the typical opponent, running off of bullshit ideas that have been done before. The politics angle... pathetic. The walking down memory lane... horrible. But what more should be expected from someone who strokes their own ego, comes up with a thousand nicknames to cover up their ineptness in the ring."

A shake of the head.

"Chad, if you are the innovator of offense as is one of your miriad nicknames, then why can't you come up with something different? What, do you consider a new move to be when you've shut the hell up? Or is it when you've actually figured out that a side headlock isn't performed by holding the ankle?"

He shuts his door, leaning back on it.

"You can have all of your nicknames, but all they are doing is covering up the piece of shit that you are and the ineptitude that you have. Different nicknames, same piece of shit behind the wrapping. But I do like that you prepare for each and every match as though it is a Championship match, though that has been said by so many and so many times... that it lost its luster back in 2000. Since you are "The Show" then show me that you've done this, don't just squirt it out as though you have verbal diahrreah. Prove it to me and the others watching. But I've got a bit of news for you Chad, that you already know and so does everyone else."

A pause.

"This ain't a Championship match, this is for more... for you and for me. This week this is your match to show others that you are legit, that you are for real, this is a time for you to show that Rebel Pro can still be alive in a few places... even if for a moment. This is your time to show others that you are a true contender... This week though..."

He smirks.

"It is a match that I can show Mark Sommers that I can beat the holy fuck out of him and never blink twice at the destruction. You can show that you belong, I show what is in store for Mark."

A nod.

"It ain't cocky, if ya back it up."

A smile.

"Yeah, I love Kid Rock too. Did you take that line from him, or did you have it before and he sing the song about you? I'm pretty damn sure that you decided to use it to cover up the fact that you are cockier than a rooster in a henhouse. But wait... you can back it up, right? You did it in Rebel Pro, you ain't done a motherfucking thing in PWA besides run away like a bitch Chad. I can't wait until you try and back it up, because if you left and just a regular match last time... all I have to say is that I hope that your heart is truly cured, because otherwise..."

He shrugs.

"I won't be held responsible. You want to climb that mountain, you can do that... but this week... you'll be staying in that dark valley with all of the others that don't matter. Step up Chad, and I'll push you right back down. You talk about your A game being better than my A game..."

He goes to walk down the hall, but turns at the last moment.

"I'm not playing any game."

{fade to ringside}

Lucious Starr vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match

Bogard and Starr stare each other down and start to circle one another. Starr holds out his right hand occasionally to try and catch Bogard, but Cody is too fast in his pacing. In a flash, Bogard is on Starr and has him in a waist-lock. Starr flings some wild elbows behind himself, and a wild right elbow makes contact with Bogard’s temple. Bogard relinquishes his hold and backs into a corner holding his head. Snaps around and backs into the opposite turnbuckle, Lucious then runs at Cody Bogard, hitting a strong high knee. Staggering out of the corner, Bogard is met by Starr with a sidewalk slam. Starr gets to his feet and folds his arms, smirking down at Bogard.

Bogard is getting to his feet, and as Starr attempts to keep him down through stomps, Bogard hits a spear into a hangover leg drop. The crowd pops big for the athletic move from Bogard, and start chanting his name. Cody goes out of the ring and reveals a ladder from under the ring, and smiles. He slides it inside the ring, and the crowd roars approvingly. Bogard picks up the ladder, and rams it repeatedly into Starr's abdomen. Lucious coils up in a fetal position to try and protect his ribs from being broken. Cody Bogard places the ladder on the floor, and then pulls Starr to his feet. Almost instantaneously, Hollywood Bogard hits a double leg drop right on top of the ladder!

Bogard makes a rolling hand sign over his head, and fans look confused. Bogard taps his head knowingly, and scales the turnbuckle. Still lying straddled over the ladder, Starr limply raises a leg, which falls harmlessly back to the mat. Bogard leaps from the turnbuckle and hits an Elbow Drop, right across Starr's neck!! Bogard holds his left knee tight as if he's holding his leg together. Cameras zoom in on the knee, and it's clear instantly that whilst landing, his patella was knocked right out of place!! Cody grits his teeth as he looks down and sees his kneecap three inches closer to his shin than it should be! A hush comes over the crowd, and Bogard’s pained grunts are the most audible sound in the arena. EMT's rush down to the ring and start crowding around Cody Bogard. Meanwhile, Starr stirs and sits up deadman style. Cody is trying to back away from the EMT's and stand up on one leg, completely refusing any help from them.

Cody Bogard continues to push the EMT's away, when Starr starts blasting his way through them. He pulls one back and immediately drops him with a traditional backbreaker, then knocks the rest down with right hands, kicking them out of the ring afterwards. Seconds later, the ring is emptied, minus the participants. Starr's eyes are burning, and Bogard looks as intense in his will to fight as he does in his pain. Starr mockingly walks to the center of the ring and beckons Cody Bogard to meet him there!! Cody Bogard fearlessly tries to walk towards Starr, but his left knee immediately gives way!! Starr is on Hollywood Bogard instantly, like a shark to blood! Starr ruthlessly kicks at Bogard's left knee, and Hollywood Bogard can do nothing but try and kick him away with his good leg. Lucious comes down over Cody’s leg and hits a knockout right hand, then grapevines Bogard’s left leg!! As he does, he pushes the kneecap back into place with the sole of his foot by accident.

Cody Bogard looks almost unconscious, and Starr releases the leg grapevine he had locked in. "Pitiful" says Lucious arrogantly, and is said loud enough that the cameras can pick up what he said. The crowd start to boo him heavily and he rolls his eyes back into his head, raising his arms over his head. Seconds later he snaps back into the match, and picks up the almost limp Bogard. Lucious hits a devastating kneeling belly-to-belly piledriver for good measure, then stands up the ladder, dragging Bogard with him as he ascends it.

At ringside, Some Dude starts to jump up and down, and can no longer contain himself. He climbs into the ring and cheers for Starr. Starr looks down at him in disdain, but the Random Wrestler keeps cheering. Suddenly a commotion is heard in the crowd and pockets of them start to stand up and cheer. Some Dude looks around, feeling satisfied, thinking he's whipped them up into frenzy, then in an instant his illusions are shattered as he receives a low blow from behind. He slowly sinks to the floor, and turns his head to see Some Girl smirking! She slaps him, and he bails out of the ring. Brian Rentfro and Some Girl are both cheering for Cody Bogard to turn the tables on Lucious Starr, and as Starr and Bogard reach the top of the ladder! Cody hooks his foot around one of the ladder rungs, and starts to hit Starr in the face with stiff elbow shots. Starr tries to fight back but the shots are too blunt and at short range. CODY BOGARD HITS AN RKO OFF THE LADDER!!!! Cody covers for the 1-2-3.

Winner: Cody Bogard

A Champion's Regret

"Collapse Generation" By Arcturus hits the speakers Dagger appearing from behind the entrance curtian, an obvious cast around her ankle was she hobbles out onto the stage on a pair of crutches. The grizzly beer title hung upon her shoulder while she let the crowd noise die down. Her head hanging while she motioned a staff member to hand her a microphone.

Dagger: This didn't end how I expected it. There was still so much to be done, yet here I am. One week away from being in the largest stage and I am unable to walk without these crutches. I want to fight, I want to remain your champion. But they well not let me, which I don't understand, I still move with more grace than Justin Case. But the higher ups have spoken. I am no longer your champion.

With a heavy sigh she hands the nameless staff member the title belt. But she shakes her head when he heads toward the back. Making a motion at him he raises it up into the air.

Dagger: But what is Genesis without this title on the line? They wished to announce it later but I wanted to announce this personally. Two competitors will step into the ring and fight for this title. I have not been told what type of match it is, but I have been told who will be in it. The first is one who has been in this company for a while now, one who has weathered a rocky road to Genesis. I have faced him multiple times, and he is very popular in my home country. The Burning Avenger CODY BOGARD

Dagger gives the crowd a moment to cheer the announcement before continuing.

Dagger: And the newest rising star in PWA. One who has been making waves at her arrival. One who has quickly became one of my best opponents. MAY HAVOC

Another huge pop erupted through the arena before Dagger raised the mic to her lips.

Dagger: Whoever wins will certainly add more to the history of this title. But be forewarned. I will come back and I will come to reclaim this belt. But I do wish you both luck.

Dagger turns and Hobbles off the stage and to the back. The chant of "Get well Dagger" Ringing through the arena while we fade to commercial

Marvin Wood vs Orpheus Grimoire

Singles Match

The audience quiets as the referee calls for the bell, and the two competitors begin circling each other quickly. Looking for an opening, Orpheus jukes and jives past Marvin, and manages to clinch him with a waist-lock. An elbow fired overhead knocks Orpheus's grip loose, and Marvin blasts Orpheus upside the head with a Pele Kick out of nowhere! OOOHs are heard from the crowd after the impact, which sends Orpheus stumbling backward and tumbling through the ropes. He catches himself on the apron, only to be struck sideways by a flying crossbody from Marvin! Both men go crashing to the ring floor, Wood only suffering slightly less than Orpheus from the impact! The referee begins the count, as slowly gets to his feet..1...2...3...4... Finally rolling in at around the four-count. Wood uses the time wisely to recover. On the other hand, Orpheus steps back into the ring at the seven counts, warily eyeing Marvin.

The two slowly approach each other for a tie up, feinting repeatedly, but finally coming together. Marvis Wood uses his deceptive power advantage, and quickly powers Grimoire backward, into the corner. However, Grimoire quickly slips under Wood's grip, right before he gets slammed into the corner turnbuckles; and alternatively smashes a forearm into the small of Wood's back! Wood arches in pain, and Grimoire quickly takes advantage, sidestepping Marvin and dropping him to the mat with a Russian legsweep!

Marvin is down, but not very vulnerable, as he kicks away Orpheus' attempt at an ankle lock. Orpheus, instead circles, drops a knee across Marvin's shoulder and yanks Orpheus up. In no time, Orpheus locks his arm, looking for a double-arm Tiger Suplex! Knowing the danger, Marvin Wood blocks, shifting his weight, before breaking the lock with a headbutt to Orpheus, who staggers back, stunned!

Wood turns-- lifts Orpheus up and flattens him to the mat with an Alabama Slam! The driver leaves Orpheus motionless for a moment, as Wood climbs the turnbuckles! He poses, looking over the entire audience, like a fallen messiah, waiting for his opponent to rise. As soon as Orpheus drags himself to his feet, Wood launches himself across the ring, delivering CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!! The succession of high-impact attack has Orpheus flat on the mat, with eyes glazed over. Wood with the cover and the leg hooked! 1 – 2 -- No! Orpheus barely makes a kickout!

Marvin seems very irritated that Orpheus didn't quite take the loss that easily. Wood yanks Orpheus to his feet and flips up to his shoulders, looking for a hurricanrana-facebuster combo! Orpheus somehow tosses Marvin forward, though; almost powerbombing Marvin! Wood catches his balance at the last second, however, negating any damage! Before Orpheus can finally seize the momentum, Marvin drags him forward by the hair, throwing him off balance! Wood staggers Orpheus with a forearm, but Orpheus responds with a headbutt right to the bridge of Marvin's mammoth British nose!

Wood hobbles backward, clutching his face, and Orpheus locks onto him, bending his back for a REVERSE STO! Orpheus drops into the split, but Marvin slips out at the last moment, still stepping forward with his hands on his nose, which is now bleeding. Picking Marvin up, Orpheus hits him with a bionic elbow and then hits a snap suplex. Standing back up, he bounces off the ropes and returns with a falling forearm blow to the head of Orpheus, keeping him grounded. Stepping behind a seated Orpheus, Wood hunches over, grabs onto Orpheus' arms and pulls back, trying to wear him down.

The fans are firmly behind Marvin Wood, though. As chants pour in for him, he fights his way to his feet, with Marvin Wood still clinging on, trying to hold onto him. Unfortunately for Marvin, the chanting fans help spur Orpheus to fight his way out of the hold, swing around and Northern Lights suplex Wood, complete with a bridge!! The referee sees this and makes the count: 1-2-Marvin Wood easily kicks out!

Rising to his feet, Orpheus knees Marvin, keeping him hunched over. Trying for a suplex, his attempt is blocked by Wood, who gets his foot on Orpheus' leg. In reply, Wood lifts Orpheus up, trying for a suplex of his own. Alternatively, Orpheus slides out behind Wood, waist-locks him from behind and pushes him into the ropes, giving him an O'Conner Roll! Immediately noticing Orpheus holding down Wood's legs, the referee makes another count: 1—2--Marvin rolls through it, dragging Orpheus with him! Not only does he roll through it, but he drags Orpheus with him, pulling him to his feet. Wood hits a German suplex on Orpheus, rolls through it, gets to his feet, nails a second German suplex, rolls through it and goes for another German suplex. However, before he can lift Orpheus, he is elbowed in the jaw, stunning him. Despite his dizziness, he jumps forward, body scissoring Wood and rolling through with a Victory Roll!! The count is made: 1—2—Wood rolls Orpheus over and traps him for the 1-2-3.

Winner: Marvin Wood

Getting the Show on the Road

he arena lights go down and For Whom The Bell Tolls starts to play. Pyro explodes and the Phoenix walks out with Fantastic Andy Strickland behind him. Fantastic Andy is carrying a duffel bag for some reason. They head to the ring, climb in and Fantastic Andy hands the Phoenix a microphone.

The Phoenix: I've already announced that I'll be facing a man I respect more than anyone else in the PWA at Genesis. Of course, I'm talking about my good friend, Marvin Wood. This is a match I'm really looking forward to and you all should be, too. After all, every time we've faced off the match has been an instant classic. Now, I've got a few things to say about that match and why it is going to be the real main event at Genesis, but first I have to take care of some business.

The Phoenix: Everybody out there knows that a while back I bought REBEL Pro Wrestling from the Kalis family and promptly shut that shit down. I own that shit, lock, stock and barrel and shockingly, have some plans for it. For example, Justin Case is going to be defending the Aggression title at Genesis. I wanted to have a REBEL Pro World championship match at Genesis, too. I tried contacting Sean Robinson, the RPW World champion to get him to sign a one match contract but he wouldn't even return my calls. Then I find out that the company he'd signed with after RPW closed had tried to claim the title as their own. Well, they can call their belt or trophy or whatever anything they want, but that doesn't make it the real deal. But that, combined with the utter silence from Robinson had left me with just one option.

The Phoenix: This isn't something I do lightly, but then again, I can do whatever I want with something that I own. And as much as I would have liked seeing Robinson compete at Genesis, it just isn't to be. So I've decided to strip him of the RPW World title effective as of right fucking now. But there is still going to be an RPW World title match at Genesis. Andy?

Fantastic Andy unzips the duffel bag and pulls out the REBEL Pro World title belt.

The Phoenix: I think the only fair thing to do is award that title to whoever held the title before Sean, don't you?

The Phoenix scratches his head a second.

The Phoenix: Too many chair shots, I guess, but I can't recall who that is. Andy, would you mind making the announcement for me?

The Phoenix hands Fantastic Andy the microphone and steps back.

Fantastic Andy Strickland: Hang on just a sec, folks. I wasn't prepared for this.

Fantastic Andy pulls out his phone, taps on the screen and smiles.

Fantastic Andy Strickland: Huh, can you beat that? Well... Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present the new REBEL Pro World Champion... The Phoenix!!!

The Phoenix throws his arms up in victory as Fantastic Andy steps behind him to fasten the belt around his waist.

The Phoenix: Wow... I'm just shocked that that's how it turned out. I had no idea. So I guess that means that Marvin Wood and I will be facing off, once again, for the RPW World title. And frankly, I can't think of anyone more deserving of that honor!

PA: Ali said I am the greatest...

Kid Rock's Cocky starts to play as pyros explode and "The Show" Chad Kurtis comes out, microphone in hand, and makes his way to the ring.

The Show: REALLY REALLY?! You can't think of anyone more deserving of the honor? Is that what I heard you say? I mean maybe I need to order me one of those "ear vac" and clean my ears real good because I believe I heard you say that you can't think of anyone more deserving that Marvin Wood.

"The Show" stares as "The Phoenix" like he was waiting for a respond...

The Show: I can think of one or two people more deserving starting with the man knows as "The THENNOWNEXT"! Ever hear of him?! Maybe just maybe this will help, It's the same man that is Rebel's only grand slam winner!!! Does that ring any bells?!

"The Show" pauses and stares at "The Phoenix" once again like he is waiting for an answer...

The Show: Okay since you are either A) clueless, B) scared, or C) both so let me clarify who is more deserving. Wait for it...

The Show: It's me! It's me! "The Show" Chad Kurtis!!!

The Phoenix: Let me get this straight. You think you deserve this title more than me?

The Show: I don't just think it. Men like me, we're the ones that made REBEL Pro great. I've held that title plenty of times, but I've never once just been handed it. Each and every time, I've won it because I was willing to spill more blood than my opponent and I didn't give a damn if it was my blood or his.

The Phoenix: You know what, the stuff you just said? That got me thinking. The biggest show of the year is just a week away and I've already got a match lined up against the greatest wrestler I've ever had the honor of facing. But there's still time to change things up. Card subject to change and all that. So you're going to be joining us in that match, Chad. I still don't think you deserve a shot but throwing you in the mix will give Marvin and me someone to beat up together.

The Show: You go ahead and think that, right up to the minute you watch my hand get raised.

Anna Mathews vs Robb Shadows vs Mr. Hardcore

Triple Threat Match

The bell rings and all three peeps are outside the ring, striking at each other. After whipping Shadows into the steel railing, Anna runs in after him, jumps into the air and goes to connect with a jumping side-kick, but has Shadows duck beneath it! As result, Mathews crotches herself across the railing, allowing Hardcore to take the advantage via spinning neckbreaker slam!! Robb connects with a clothesline, knocking Hardcore over the railing, dropping him to the floor. He picks him back up, nails a bionic elbow and then bashes his skull off the ring steps, making a smashing sound echo throughout the arena.

After having him cornered and delivering some punches, Robb rolls Hardcore back into the ring and climbs onto the apron, about to re-enter. However, as he steps through the ropes, Hardcore pops up, going on the attack, nailing a scissors kick to the back of Robb's neck, leaving him hung out to dry on the ropes! As Robb hangs there, Hardcore bounces off the adjacent set of ropes and springs back, nailing a brutal dropkick to the side of Robb's head, knocking him loopy. Falling back inside, Robb tries to stand, but Hardcore goes back on the attack, kicking and stomping away at him. Reentering the action by butterfly kicking Hardcore right in his fucking face, Mathews nearly gets a two count before Robb pulls Anna off.

With reckless abandon, Anna goes to Irish whip Robb from one corner to the other, but at the last second, Robb reverses the whip, sending Mathws in, instead! In hot pursuit, Robb follows after her, only to have Mathews use the top rope to push herself into the air, twist around and sunset-flip Robb!! The referee drops down, making a quick count: 1—2 -- however, Hardcore cannonballs atop them both! To make matters worse for Anna, Hardcore strikes her with a running knee-lift to the face and goes to whip her into the corner, yet again. Just like before, Hardcore follows in, but after Mathews crashes into the turnbuckles, she hops to the outer portion of the apron, uses the middle rope to cradle herself into the air and nails Hardcore with two feet to the face, just as he comes running in!

Not only does Hardcore crash into the turnbuckles, but receives a face wash by Anna! Holding his face, Mister Hardcore stumbles forward blindly, allowing for Mathews to climb to the top rope. Watching her opponent stagger around, Mathews soon fires herself off the top rope, twists around and nails a flying spinning wheel kick to Hardcore's head, dropping him to the canvas! With the fans on their feet, Anna Mathews pops up, rush across the ring and propel herself off the ropes for a lionsault onto Hardcore, making the cover: 1 – 2-- No! Robb comes off the top turnbuckle with a diving headbutt onto Anna’s backside!!

Getting back up, Robb brings Mathews up with him, nailing some crescent kicks. Pulling Mathews near him, Robb goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, only to have Mathews anchor herself to the canvas, shifting her weight. The hold is alternated and Mathews hoists Robb Shadows into the air, drops back and nails a release vertical suplex!! Hardcore is up before Anna Mathews as well, allowing him to kick and stomp her to keep Anna floored. He traps Mathews in the corner, ramming her with several shoulder-blocks to the gut and connects with a harsh uppercut to the jaw, snapping Mathews's head back. At first, he sits Mathews on the top turnbuckle pad. Next, he latches on to her, priming her for a muscle buster. Loading her onto his shoulders, Hardcore moves into the center of the ring, hoping to drop down, but before he does, Mathews rattles him with some blows and is able to slide out behind Hardcore!! On her own two feet, Anna Mathews waist-locks the former Grizzly Beer Champion and attempts to ride him into the ropes, trying to O'Conner Roll him. Hardcore has other ideas, though, as he smashes an elbow into Anna's face, knocking her back, sending her aloof.

Hoping to capitalize on Mathews’ miscue, Hardcore comes off the ropes with a wholly great wheel kick that flattens Mathews as if she were unconscious!! Because of this, Robb reenters the action by headbutting Hardcore, placing him between his legs, using a standing headscissors, Robb yanks Hardcore into the air, holding him into a powerbomb position. The momentum is so quick, however, that it results in Hardcore being able to freely roll up-and-over Hardcore's shoulder, sending him into a sunset-flip! Rolling Robb Shadows up, Hardcore traps Robb's arms down, going for the cover: 1—2--Robb kicks out!

Hardcore gets to his feet and is turned inside out by a running Lariat Clothesline from Mathews. As he tumbles from the ring she turns and hits a Heart Kick on a kneeling Robb Shadows and covers for the 1-2-3.

Winner: Anna Mathews

Genesis Hype FTW

The Genesis logo flashes on the screen as we hear a voice over.

Voice Over: The following service announcement has been paid for by Matt Stone

We come in on Matt Stone, our World Champion and overall awesome guy standing in front of a black background, the PWA World Heavyweight Championship resting comfortably on his shoulder.

Matt Stone: For six long months, we all heard Emily Corlen talk about how it was her destiny to main event Genesis as the World Champion. She thought she had me right by her side, but I showed my true colours when I enlisted the aid of the Phoenix at Ground Zero and I walked away with this, the most coveted World Championship in PWA history. The only reason Corlen even had a shot at this was because I was removed from my spot, so in a way, I just took back what was rightfully mine from Summer Sizzler. But now I’m getting angry letters, emails and tweets about how I betrayed her and how I have no honor or morals, well let me address that for a moment, this is wrestling. Since day one when I walked through those doors I looked out for myself. And no one else. I used Emily for what she was good for up to the point where she dared to question me as a man. The second she had her back turned, I drove the proverbial knife in her back and I would do it again if it meant I would be World Champion. I mean really, she was married, slept with me and then has the balls to accuse me of having no class? Hilarious. Be that as it may though, she’s gone and now people are calling me the Queen Slayer. I kind of like the ring of that, to be honest, and in just one short week, when I main event Genesis by putting my championship on the line, I will be taking on another queen, of sorts. The Queen of the Dodos, as she’s been called, will find out exactly why the dodo went extinct. The didn’t waste away into obscurity, no, they were slaughtered and so will Anna be come Genesis. I crushed my own girlfriend’s dreams to get what I want, imagine what I’ll do to you Anna to keep my reign alive. Last year I was the Man, this year, I will become a God as I prove once and for all that no one can SHUT ME UP!

The screen fades out on Stone’s intense eyes, as we once again see the Genesis logo.

May Havoc vs Justin Case

Havoc's Choice Match

It’s May’s rules, and she likes it rough. She also likes to shop, apparently, because she has brought down a grocery cart with assorted stuff, because who really has the time to go through all those bags? Not I, says the cameraman and he resumes shooting in the ring, where we see May and Case have already made their way out to the ring. We hear the bell sound and it’s Case that’s the aggressor, dashing in and quickly knocking May down to the mat with a shoulder tackle. Grabbing her hair, Case pulls her up and tosses her into the corner, following up with a few quick shoulder tackles, trying to wind the smaller competitor quickly. Case grabs her arm and attempts to send her off across the ring, but May is able to reverse and send Case into the opposite turnbuckle, Mat coming in but takes Case’s foot in her face, knocking her down. Case quickly lifts her legs and goes for a cover, using his feet on the ropes for leverage but still only netting a one count.

Once May kicks out, she rolls out of the ring to gather herself, but Case is having none of it and follows her out of the ring. Coming up from behind, Case goes for a waist lock but gets a mule kick in the groin for his trouble! The crowd pops as Case sells the pain, May turning around and grabbing his head, ramming it straight into the steel post! Justin is unable to protect himself from the blow and falls to the ground. May walks over to her grocery card and pulls out a DVD of the Godfather, turning around and throwing it at Case. She reaches in and grabs the sequel, throwing it at his face! She continues this, throwing the third, fourth and fifth installments at him. Getting annoyed at this, he gets up and charges at her, only to be levels with the complete box set of the Sopranos! Case hits the ground again, holding his head as the box set is dropped on his chest. The crowd loves it as May picks him up and rolls him back inside the ring. She grabs the now empty bag out of the cart and rolls in after him.

Case is getting up, dazed, but doesn’t see Havoc coming up behind him as she slips the bag over his head! Case spins around, blinded by the plastic and is unable to protect himself from a high kick to his temple. He drops to the mat holding his head as May hits the ropes, coming back at him for a snap leg drop. She lifts Justin up, grabbing his head and running at the ropes, spring boarding off the top with a bulldog. She gets out onto the apron, climbing the top ropes, calling for Justin to get up. He does so, pulling the bag off his head and turning Justin Time (See what I did there?) to receive a missile dropkick! Justin flips over on his chest after hitting the mat, getting rolled over by May for the cover, but only getting a two count. Havoc picks Case up once again, but Justin has had enough of her shit and rakes her eyes, doubling her over with a quick knee lift and grabbing her head, spinning her and dropping her straight to the mat with his Benchmark neck breaker. May flops to the mat, holding her neck as the crowd starts to boo. Justin just shakes his head at their reaction and gets up, dusting his hands off. He lifts May up, hitting her with a back elbow before pulling him in, lifting her off the mat and driving her down to the mat once again, this time with his version of the Uranage, the Game Changer. Case hooks her leg and gets a near fall, May kicking out at 2 ¾.

Getting frustrated, Justin lifts May up off her feet and throws her out of the ring, sending her over the top and down onto her own shopping cart! The cart, not expecting to see such action, buckles under the weight and tips over, dumping May in the process. Case has a confident smirk on his face seeing the carnage he’s created and he walks out onto the apron and to the floor. He peeks under the ring and grabs a steel chair, bringing it over and slamming it hard down across May’s body. Lifting it high in the air, he drives it down a second time on May’s fallen body, the small woman having little recourse other than to protect herself the best she can. Justin slides the chair into the ring and picks May up by her hair, pulling her in for some trash talk before rolling her into the ring after the weapon. Walking up the steps, Case takes his time getting into the ring, walking over and picking up his new favorite weapon. May glances up and quickly fires her foot into Justin’s knee, causing him to fall forward onto the chair! May rolls away, getting to her feet, but holding her ribs from the previous blows. She picks Justin’s head up and slams it right back down on the chair, repeating this a few more times. Havoc hits the ropes and comes back, but before she can react, Justin has gotten to his knees and tossed the chair up in the air, directly at May who catches it in the face, falling back on the mat as the weapon slides out of the ring.

With Havoc down, Case gets to his feet and walks over to the turnbuckle, climbing up. He measures her and leaps off the top, looking for his Shoot for the Stars, but unfortunately for him, he shoots for the canvas instead as May is able to roll out of the way. The crowd are getting behind May as the count starts, Havoc getting to her feet at seven, Case right behind her. May connects with a right hand, but Case fires back with one of his own. May hits him with a second right hand, but Justin fires back with a second of his own. Rather than keep up this pace, as Case is clearly the stronger of the two, May slaps him in the face! Case’s eyes widen as he has been dissed and charges May, who quickly drops down, taking Case with her in a drop toe hold! Case hits the middle rope throat first and hangs there as May runs the opposite ropes, coming back and hitting Justin with both of her feet, commonly referred to as the 619, May calls it “Loose the dogs”. Case flops backwards onto his back, May leaping up, spring boarding off the top rope with a beautiful 630 splash! Hitting with her Dogs of War, May hooks his leg for the 1 2 3!

Winner: May Havoc

Promised Vengeance

‘Come with Me’ lights up the arena and the fans cheer the arrival of Chamelion as he walks out onto the ramp. He looks around for a few moments and then lifts the mic in his hand up.

Chamelion: In one week…. At Genesis… the final chapter of a story years old will be told. It took some time and it took some set backs, but all the players in the coup to steal the PWA from me will finally serve their sentences. From Simon Kalis, to Lucious Starr and all the men in between, we put them down and crushed their legacies…. And while it’s absolutely true that even my brother and I were for a time, buried, it just meant that our resurrection would be all the more sweeter.

Chamelion: Jethro Hayes, while not a direct part of that coup, was instrumental in nearly turning the tide against us, and for what? A world title shot? To please Lisa Seldon? Simple goals for a simple man. But all that I have to say about him, to him, will wait for this week as we travel the final road to Genesis, so you all will have to be patient…. Just know, Jethro, that by the time it is all over… I will have my much deserved vengeance. GOT IT?

Chamelion drops the mic and heads to the back as we move onto the next match.

Jethro Hayes vs The Show Chad Curtis

REBEL Pro Match

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.

Arena lights go out and on the big screen we see an old fashion movie reel
countdown 3… 2… 1…

then we here the sound byte “Ali said I am the greatest”

followed by pyros going off as “Cocky” hits the speakers and “The Show”
makes his way to the ring through the crowd as the lights kicks on before baseball sliding into the ring.


Kurtis and Hayes begin to circle each other in the ring. Kurtis goes in for the first attack and nails Hayes with a right hook, Hayes comes back with a left jab and quickly takes down Kurtis with a clothesline. Kurtis bounces back up and Hayes tries for another clothesline, but Kurtis ducks and goes behind Hayes. He wraps Hayes up for a full-nelson slam!

Jon McDaniel: Ouch! That's gotta hurt Brian.

Brian Rentfro: It does hurt Jon.

Kurtis gets Hayes to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Kurtis tries a clothesline of his own but Hayes sucks and goes into the opposite ropes. Hayes comes back and nails Kurtis with a big boot. Hayes goes into the ropes again and comes down with a huge leg drop! Hayes covers.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Close call there. Hayes gets Kurtis to his feet and nails him with some hard punches.

Brian Rentfro: Kurtis blocks a punch from Hayes and sweeps Hayes to the mat!

Kurtis goes to the feet of Jethro for an ankle lock, but Jethro places a boot into his face preventing the tortuous hold, Kurtis falls back as Jethro manages his feet and charges. Both men go for a clothesline and both go to the mat having connect with their clothesline; they lay there for a second before both begin to get to their vertical base. They turn and face each other and lock up for the third time in this match. Kurtis goes for another wristlock, but Jethro leans into the move, hooking Kurtis up into a three quarter nelson, slamming him down to the mat. Bouncing off the ropes, he jumps high up into the air going for an elbow drop, but Kurtis moves out of the way just in the nick of time and Jethro lands on mat, grabbing his arm in agony. Hitting the ropes for himself, Kurtis comes back with a dropkick, hitting Jethro in the chest and making the redneck fall on his back. Kurtis goes for a cover.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: The advantage keeps going back and forth here between the two. These guys are evenly matched for sure!

Brian Rentfro: Are you kidding? Hayes is a superior athlete in this match, he just hasn't stepped up yet.

Jon McDaniel: Well he needs to do that soon before Kurtis finishes him off!

Kurtis slams the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. Hayes gets to his feet as well and Kurtis tries to land a kick to Hayes' gut, but Hayes catches his feet. Kurtis tries for a quick enziguri, but Hayes ducks! Jethro lifts Kurtis up into the air and spinning away from the corner, drops the Kurtis onto the mat with a thunderous slam. Both wrestlers roll to their side and grab at their lower back, the pain obvious on each of their faces. Jethro picks Kurtis up to his feet, whipping him hard into the ropes and Kurtis bounces back with a springboard kick, but Hayes manages to catch him and plant him with a sitout spinebuster wrapping a leg, he makes a pin.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Oh wow! That was TOO close!

Brian Rentfro: I thought he had the 3!

Jon McDaniel: Not this time, Brian. Kurtis is too tough!

Jethro shakes his head at Kurtis who charges in for a takedown. Jethro lowers his body and catches Kurtis on the standup and has the smaller man in a gorilla press. Jethro totes the man around the ring before jumping up releasing Kurtis at the top of the jump. Jethro kneels down and Kurtis crashes down on his upturned knee. Jethro picks Kurtis up and tosses him into the corner. Kurtis lands backfist in the corner as he stumbles out, Jethro is on top of him with right hands to the face. Jethro places his left hand on the chest of Kurtis and repeatedly punches his face. Jethro spits into his hand and slaps the chest of Kurtis open handed, the sound heard throughout the arena. The crowd gasps at the impact of the slap.

Jon McDaniel: Wow! What a chop!

Brian Rentfro: That looked incredibly painful.

Ending 1

Hayes lands a sharp kick into Kurtis' stomach and hip tosses Kurtis out of the corner. Kurtis gets back to his feet and Hayes doubles him over. After doubling Kurtis over, Jethro places Kurtis' head between his thighs, and then wraps his arms around Kurtis' waist in a reverse rear waistlock. Hayes then whips Kurtis up vertically, hislegs across either of his shoulders, and then shoves Kurtis forward, letting the momentum slam Kurtis down to the mat on his upper back. Hitting the PLANTER!!

Jon McDaniel: It's over!




Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match; Jethro Hayes!

Brian Rentfro: Jethro upsets the re-re-returning Chad Curtis!

Jon McDaniel: Don't start imitating the man, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, come on, it was funny! Besides, Jethro certainly has some momentum going into Genesis... which he needs.

Jon McDaniel: Agreed there. Great show tonight, and it's just one week until Genesis! Can't wait!

Brian Rentfro: We'll see you all then, good... whoah, look!

As Jethro is celebrating in the ring, the crowd roars as Chamelion jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring. He shouts Jethro's name, causing the big man to turn and once Jethro has realized who was behind him, Chamelion rushes in and the two men begin to brawl ferociously. The brawl goes on with the crowds roaring approval before security rushes the ring and tries to separate the two. They manage for the moment, urging both men back to separate corners...and then Chamelion breaks free and dives head first into the sea of bodies surrounding Jethro and they go at it again.

Jon McDaniel: Such carnage! Chamelion doesn't want to wait till Genesis!

Jethro gets the upper hand, and beats Chamelion down to the canvas when pyros explode, and Raizzor appears, making his way down to the ring. He steps in, and the guards smartly move away. Jethro gets up, and spits at Raizzor who comes forward but Chamelion low blows Jethro and takes him down, thanks to the distraction. The two men go at it again. Raizzor growls and moves in, but to add to the mix, comes Hunter Sullivan, his first appearance on Rampage in... how long? He blind sides Raizzor and now those two are brawling along side Jethro and Chamelion. Security is at a loss as to what to do.... and the crowd is just eating it up... and this is how Rampage officially goes off the air.

(C) PWA 2013