World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Defining Moments

Voice: in 1999, The PWA achieved Genesis; the beginning of what would grow to be The Defining Moment. Over the years; there have been many ‘defining moments’ in Genesis history, and many PWA superstars have had their defining moments in front of the world on what is deemed the biggest stage of them all….

On the screen, The entire list of Genesis matches begins to scroll in steady succession and the crowd cheers at different decibels depending on the matches they remember.


Ironheart & Flash Lightning Jones vs.. Dr. Steven Remo & Chris Longhorn
Mr. T vs. Big Bubba Bad
The Diamond Connection vs.. Deadly Combination
Cinergy vs.. B. Dubbs vs.. Prima Donna vs..Raizzor
Fear vs. Southpaw
Dr. E. Pain vs.. Mikey P.
Rage vs.. EMT


Skippy the Plunger Boy (Raizzor) vs.. The Masked Lard
Jasmine Lee vs.. Mrs. X
Rage vs.. Krazy White Boy
Metalhead vs.. Brymstone
The Brothers Grimm vs. Might & Magic
Troy Martin vs. Ashe vs. Nightstryker
Spectre vs.. Sirus Moran
Raizzor vs. Chamelion
Panzadise vs. Project X vs. The Corpse

Genesis III

Ultros vs.. Akina vs.. Liu Kang
Animal vs.. Acid
Cereal Killas vs.. Perfect Execution
Rage vs.. Project X
Syck & Twisted vs.. Krymson Dragons
Corey Lazarus vs.. Metalhead
Psycho Sandra vs.. Nightstryker
Nightstryker vs. Monkey McDee
Jay vs.. Skippy the Plunger Boy
Deadline vs.. The Spider
Matt Attict vs.. Gabrielle
Sirus Moran vs.. Showtime

Genesis IV

Slush vs.. Rigamortis vs.. Tribulation
Showtime vs.. Panzadise
Raizzor vs.. Eric 'Valek' Draven
Blood Warrior & Celtic Warrioress vs.. Half Breed vs.. G-Men
Raizzor vs. The Phoenix
Sirus Moran vs. Jeffery Drake
Fallen Angel vs.. Panzadise
Thunderwolf vs. Chamelion
Psycho Sandra vs. Thunderwolf

Genesis V

Raizzor vs. Rage
The Phoenix vs. Showtime
Thunderwolf vs. Project X
The Brothers Grimm vs. Ego Trip
Chamelion vs. Jamie Havok

Genesis VI

Aeolus Wrath vs.. Eli Storm
Don Mega vs.. Chance
West Indiez vs.. Ray Stanford vs.. Chris Chimara vs.. Demon
Raizzor vs.. Panzadise
Don Mega vs.. Nightmare
Sirus Moran vs.. Rob Robinson & The Dragon
Team Nightmare vs.. Ultros Enterprises
Duncan Aries vs.. Corey Lazarus vs.. The Nemesis vs.. Tommy Riley
Thunderwolf vs. Lisa Seldon

Genesis VII

Psycho Sandra vs. Protean
Cody Galle vs. Gregory Littlebear vs. Johnny Phoenix
Alex Wilkie vs. Brymstone
The Brothers Grimm vs. The Red Russians
Raizzor vs. Erik Draven

Genesis VIII

Mini-Royal Rumble
Money in the Bank
Jamie Flynn vs.. Chris Cambell
Alex Wilkie vs.. Kyle Stevenson
Mark McNasty vs.. Corey Lazarus
Enika & Matthew Engel vs.. Sirus & Randall Moran
Raizzor vs.. Phoenix
Project X vs.. Gabe Shelley

Genesis IX

The Phoenix vs. Scottie 'The Panther' Snow
Jamie Flynn & Kyle Stevenson vs. Enika Engel & Mystery Partner
All Non-Booked Handlers
Malicious vs. Jethro Hayes
Raizzor vs. Viktor Stone
Hunter Sullivan vs. Chamelion
Riona Langly vs. Corey Lazarus
The Phoenix vs. Jamie Flynn

Genesis X

Dos Cara vs. Jacob Collins
Johnny Maverick vs. Project X
THLove - Simon Yip - Ronald Gay - Joshua Danielson - Tyson - Kyle Stevenson
Viktor Stone & Shadow Starr vs. Chamelion & Gareth Evans
Marxx vs. Ledge
Hunter Sullivan vs. Jacob Figgins
Mark Zout - Matt Stone - Laura Estella - The Andalusian - Cody Bogard - The Bomber
Thunderwolf vs. Corey Lazarus
David Blazenwing vs. Casey Campbell vs. Gabe Shelley
Matthew Engel vs. The Phoenix
Bubba J vs. Ryan Ross
Jethro Hayes vs. Sirus Moran
Raizzor vs. Riona Langly

Genesis XI

Dos Caras vs Mark Zout
Cody Bogard vs Icetank vs Howl
Riona Langly vs Marvin Wood
Enika Engel vs The Phoenix
El Gringo Tonto vs Ash Nukem
David Blazenwing vs Chamelion
Emily Corlen & Katie James vs Sara James and Jen Corlen
Matt Stone (c) vs Johnny Maverick vs Duff Cote D'Ivoire
Matthew Engel vs Lucious Starr
Scott Nash Strader vs Jethro Hayes
Raizzor vs Marxx
Simon Kalis (c) vs Theresa Quaranta

Genesis XII

House of Blazenwing Battle Royal
Riona Langly vs. Thomas Manchester Black vs. Cody Bogard
Hunter Sullivan vs. Lucy Starr
Gabe Shelly vs. Gonzo McQueen
Marvin Wood vs. Marco Dante
Silverback vs. Jeffery Drake
Jethro Hayes vs. Justin Case
Mark McNasty vs. Raizzor
Dallas Hoover vs. Leonard Luv
Dodo-A-Gogo vs. Hardcore Snowfall
Matt Stone vs. Nightstryker
The Phoenix vs. Matt Engel

Genesis XIIIscrolls to the center of the screen, stops and pulses as the voice asks.

Voice: What will be YOUR defining moment?

And Genesis… begins again.

A Fast Start!

Genesis is underway and after all the pageantry and ceremonies have finished, and the fans are properly hyped up for the nights event, we immediately cut backstage and the first man we see standing next to Bud Adams… dressed in blue jeans, a long sleeved green shirt and elbow pads.. as if already set for his match … is the re-re-returning Mark ‘The Chamelion’ Sommers! Chamelion interrupts.

Chamelion: There should be three re’s, not two.


Chamelion: Sawright!

Anyway, he’s next to Bud, and the two men are near the back entrance as others continue to flow in, and Bud starts off with the cliché question.

Bud Adams: Genesis is finally here, and you’re set for a street fight against Jethro Hayes, a man who nearly ended your career a couple of years ago.. what’s your plan going into your match with him tonight?

Chamelion: Plan? In a street fight there is no plan, Bud. We’re going to be trying to destroy each other, in any way possible and aside from that you do not plan. Thing is, Jethro may be the first man I’ve ever faced off against that has shown he understands what he’s gotten into. His last promo all but conceded defeat, accepting a lot of my view points as fact and admitting some of his errors.. though he showed no remorse. And I’m fine with that… he’s standing by his beliefs, no matter how skewered they are and I can actually respect that. Despite all my claims, tonight closes the door.. win or lose, I hurt Jethro Hayes and he learns a lesson… but believe me, if there’s any plan involved at all, Bud, is that I will walk out of our match with my hand raised, as an exclamation mark on my promise.

Bud Adams: Jethro raised a good point though, in the last two years you’ve been fleeting at best in your appearances. Do you feel your time away from the ring will impact your chances tonight?

Chamelion: I may not have been inside that ring much in two years, but I have not been placid, Bud. I know there’s a level of ring rust, but as you saw.. in the past month I’ve shaken it.. Cody and Lucious found that out the hard way.. but remember, this is a fight, not a match.. I don’t need technical prowess to get the job done, just beat Jethro into unconsciousness.

Bud: True, and then there’s….

Bud stops, as he sees coming through the door is none other than Jethro Hayes.. Chamelion turns and sees him and they lock eyes. The moment seems frozen in time, and then time snaps as Chamelion launches himself at Jethro and clashes into him. The two men sprawl to the concrete floor, trading punches as they roll around trying each to gain the higher ground on the other. Bud yelps and calls for security, but Jethro pushes off Chamelion and rises, trying to get down the hallway.. Chamelion roars and jumps at him and slams him against the wall. Jethro knees him in the gut and hits an elbow smash to the back of the head and then runs off down the hall way. Chamelion shakes the cobwebs away and glares back at Bud.

Chamelion: Tell…

He swallows a breath, and his glare turns into a Cheshire grin.

Chamelion: Tell the referee… our match has begun. GOT IT!?

Chamelion turns and runs down the hall way after Jethro… and we cut to ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Wow!

Brian Rentfro: I’ll go out of my way here and agree with you, Jon… Genesis just got started in a big way! Chamelion and Jethro Hayes have already started their street fight and the night has yet to begin.

Jon McDaniel: I’m getting word to go on with our scheduled card and .. I guess we’ll check in on the shenanigans of the two men as the night goes on… and maybe find out who survived in the process.

Brian Rentfro: I’m digging it! Let’s get this party started!

Hardcore Snowfall vs 2 Nicemen

Tag Title Contendership Match

The first team to come out was Hardcore Snowfall, a legendary PWA team in their own right. They have been beaten by and have defeated on their own some of the greatest tag teams in PWA history... except Second 2 None, The Order of Chaos, Dodo-A-Gogo, Brothers Grimm...well, you get my point. They are determined and ready, hoping to add 2 Nicemen to their list of defeated! David Alexander and Spyke Gein come out as "Lotus" by The Men hits the sound system. They receive a positive reaction from the crowd, mainly I guess due to David's freakishly looking muscles and Spyke's green hair. The crowd loves a good pair of weirdos.

The bell sounds and the match started off with Hardcore charging towards David Alexander, only to get hiptossed to oblivion. Alexander and Hardcore would exchange for quite some time, pleasing the crowd with back-breaking slams and back and forth slugfests. Alexander would tag his partner, Spyke, in to change up the pace. Spyke would start dazzling the crowd with high-risk maneuvers and knife-edge chopping Hardcore until his orange chest was a bright red. Hardcore would sneak away out of a shooting star press and run to tag in the former World Champion Scottie Snow.

Scottie Snow would put together a small string of offensive moves on Spyke, but that ended quickly as Spyke would reverse out of a suplex and kick Scottie Snow right in the damn nose. Spyke would make the smart move to tag David Alexander back in, who had a spot of refreshment.

This would end badly for Hardcore Snowfall, as Spyke Gein would take Hardcore off the apron with his Nike-A-Go-Go move and David Alexander would finish Scottie Snow with a devastating Olympic Bomb. David would earn the pinfall for his team as the 2 Nicemen celebrated as respectful professionals.

Winners: 2 Nicemen in 9:12

Jon McDaniels: What a great opening match, now let's take you to one of many 2012 year end award videos of the night!

Most Improved Wrestler

Justin Case

Case and company rush behind the presenter and proceed to beat him or her senseless. Grabing the award out of the hand of the persenter as Case is surrounded by his new "gang". He simply smiles to the crowd fixes the mic to fit his lips and says.

"I don't thank you, I thank myself! In 2011 yours truly won the REBEL PRO "Most Improved" award. Then in 2012 I won the PWA "Most Improved" award. However here on out shit is going to change! I have said for years I rule this fucking show, now in 2013 its the year of Untouchable success. This is my time, this is my year! Be warned my best is yet to come, bitches!

And then the group leave the stage.

Out on the Town - Part One

Jon McDaniel: As Genesis began, Bud Adams was conducting an interview with Chamelion about his match tonight with Jethro Hayes when this happened…

Cut to earlier in the night when Chamelion spotted Jethro Hayes and attacked him coming into the building.. their brawl on the floor and then Chamelion chasing Jethro down the hallway.

Brian Rentfro: We’re now getting word that they have… well, left the building! We have a camera crew and referee in hot pursuit as both men are now…touring St. Louis!

The PWA Dome, home to the origins of the PWA and most of the Genesis events since the beginning, sits on Oakland Avenue, off I-64 and almost next to St. Louis Community College. Behind the Dome is the main parking lot for the event center and Jethro and Chamelion have been throwing each other against cars, vans and trucks as they tussle past the parking lot, leaving a lot of car alarms going in the process behind them. With no sense of tactile planning or skill, it’s just punches, kicks, blocks and throws as the men bruise and scrape themselves and each other as they continue to venture outward.

A sign reading Mid-American Transplant Services comes into view, as they cross Parkview Place road and Chamelion shouts out… “Need a new heart, Jethro?” Jethro replies with a slap to the face and a knee to the gut and drops Chamelion, and then Jethro wisely stumbles away in an attempt to regroup. We all can see who is the hunter and the hunted here, and both men are well aware of their roles in this encounter.

Chamelion rushes to spear Jethro but misses and lands head first against a car door and the lights dim in his eyes and Jethro rolls him up.



Kick out.

Yes, the referee has been close at hand the whole time, and Chamelion gasps as he again is trying to shake the cobwebs away. Jethro grows back “So much for being cold and calculating you son of a bitch!”

Chamelion responds with a knee to Jethro’s groin and now he’s stumbling away to regroup. Chamelion notices the direction they’re taking and has a grin on his face, turning back and waving to Jethro.. “Hey kiddo… let me take you back to school!”

Jethro scowls and races after Chamelion as they make their way to the St. Louis Community College… and as the camera crew and ref race to keep up, we cut back to ringside.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t think there’s any end in sight there.

Jon McDaniel: Which is why we’re being told to move on to the next match!

Justin Case vs Lucy Starr

RPW Aggression Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the REBEL PRO AGGRESSION CHAMPIONSHIP!

A cool fade in of the REBEL Pro Aggression title, because that’s cool.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger!

Red and violet lights shine around the arena, falling at the center of the entrance ramp. Cee Lo Green’s Fuck You hits the arena, as white fireworks light the ramp. Lucious Starr emerges to a mix of cheers and boos, throwing up both hands- which are flicking off all in attendance. Lucious slowly makes his way down the ramp, playing to the fans as he almost dances his way down.

I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
If I was richer,
I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, from Akron Ohio!

Lucious stops mid ramp, gyrating to the tune. He points to either side of the ramp, a few female fans cheering while a few are totally not buying it, Lucious blowing a kiss to a nearby female fan.

I'm sorry
I can't afford a ferrari,
But that don't mean I can't get you there.
I guess he's an Xbox
I'm more an Atari,
But the way you play your game ain't fair.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds...

Lucious continues down the ramp, eyeing the ring as he descends.

I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she's a gold digger)
(just thought you should know nigga)
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend

Eric Emerson: He is the Untamed Fury...

Lucious circles the ring, stopping by the announce table. He salutes the announce team, then turns to leap onto the ring apron. He waves to the crowd, taking in the mixed reaction as his intro continues.

I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
If I was richer,
I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!

Lucious slides in between the top and middle ropes, climbing the nearest turnbuckle.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, he is Lucious Beta Starr!!

Now I know
That I had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya
Trying to please ya.
'Cause being in love with your ass ain't cheap

Lucious again flips the bird, jumping to the mat below as he waits for the match to begin.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, the REBEL Pro Aggression Champion!

"The Untouchables" theme music hits the P.A. and out comes "The Chosen One" Justin Case and his entire Midnight Mafia. He stands at the entrance way as each of his masked men carry an Italy flag. Pyro shoots out as just when the beat kicks in to their music, they all make their way down the ramp and into the squared circle. Rebel Pro Wrestling's last Aggression Title holder has his belt around his waist! Case soaks in the boos of the crowd as they give him power. He raises his arms in the very talented air and stands atop the corner turnbuckles, posing for the crowd. His faction "The Untouchables" surround his corner outside the ring. Whether the fans like him or not, it does not matter. Legendary Legacary's manager "The Wiz" hits the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes Case prepares for the match while handing off the title belt to a member of his mafia and then pulling on the upper rope as his music ends. Its time for some talented action, by yours truly!


Justin and Lucy circle each other in the ring before locking up in the middle of the ring. Justin Case puts Starr into a wristlock, which Starr reverses into a collar and elbow tie up. Case powers out, snap clotheslines Starr to the canvas and begins stomping down on Starr’s back, shoulders and neck. Case holds onto the ropes, using them as leverage to continue to stomp down on Lucious Starr. He continues his assault for a few more moments before Starr rolls out of the ring to regain his composure. The crowd boos Case, but cheers as Starr reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. Case rolls out of the ring on the opposite side and pulls out a few steel chairs.

Jon McDaniel: Since this is an Aggression title match, I take it weapons are fine.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like it, Jon. Better keep an eye on The Untouchables then.

Case throws the chairs in the ring as Starr sets up the table outside the ring. Starr rolls into the ring but Case is already back in there and has a chair in hand. He swings, but Starr ducks. Case swings down though and catches Starr in the back of the legs. Starr stumbles forward, turns around and gets smashed across the face with the steel chair. Case unleashes a flurry of attacks until Starr’s bleeding before he covers.




Starr wipes the blood off his face as he rolls away and gets to his feet. Case is up and charges at him, but Starr ducks then takes him down with a belly to back suplex right onto one of the steel chairs, redenting it back into place. Starr is up and puts Case into a surfboard stretch, pulling back hard and yelling at Case to tap. The Untouchables on the outside of the ring are stirring, and now begin circling the ring. Starr wrenches the surfboard some more before letting go and lifting Case up. He whips Case into the ropes and hits a dropkick, taking both men down. Starr lifts Case back up and lifts him into a suplex position, but before he can hit Hell’s Wrath She-Devil grabs him from outside the ring and pulls him out. She-Devil and Pauly crack Starr over the face and put him on the table he himself had set up. Then Justin Case climbs to the top rope, AND HITS SHOOT FOR THE STARS ON LUCIOUS STARR THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

Jon McDaniel: Good GOD!!! Starr just pancaked in that wreckage!

Brian Rentfro: This has gotten pretty bad for the old Lucy.

Case pulls himself up and scoffs at the crowd as they boo him. With Pauly and Tony helping, they throw Starr into the ring. Case slides into the ring and covers Lucious Starr now.




Case looks up at the referee in disbelief, slamming his fist into the canvas and getting up to argue while The Untouchables circle outside the ring like a pack of swarming sharks who smell blood. Starr however gets to his knees and quickly rolls up Case into a school boy, pulling on the tights for added leverage!!!




Starr rolls to his feet, as does Case and now both men begin exchanging lefts and rights with each other. Starr with a right hook connects, Case stumbles back. Starr goes for a European uppercut but Case instinctively ducks and spins behind Lucy and grabs him. He rolls with one back suplex! Still holding on, Case hits another back suplex, and he hits a third one for ROCK N ROLL! Lucy is dazed and Case bounces off the ropes and drops with an elbow over his throat. Case then decides not to pin, lifting Starr’s legs up and locking in his patented move, Tap or Snap! Starr writhes in pain, trying to reach the ropes but to no avail. Case screams and yells for Starr to tap, but Lucy is content seeing his body snap as Case wrenches his version of the sharpshooter. Starr reaches for the ropes, and Case seems to be moving with him and smirking. Starr is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO close to the bottom ropes, but Case pulls forward and then pulls back hard to further wrench the move and Starr is in just absolute utter pain as he winces and screams.

Jon McDaniel: Will Starr tap out!?!

Brian Rentfro: He’s putting his health at risk, but after all he’s done in the PWA may be it’s for the best. The fans may not mind.

Starr reaches out for the unused steel chair in the ring as a last ditch attempt, and he manages to grab it and swings backwards from the canvas and catches Case in the back of the head. Case drops forward, letting go and Starr breathes in relief with the sharpshooter no longer killing him. But Case isn’t hurt, and he’s up right away. Starr rolls from his stomach to his back and puts up the chair to stop Case’s stomping from connecting; using it as a shield to swat away Case’s feet. Case steps back and lets Starr get to his feet since the previous attacks are being rendered useless. Starr is up and he throws the chair at Justin Case, Case catches it and Starr runs at him and hits a dropkick sending the chair into Case’s face then Case to the canvas. Tony and Pauly argue outside on whether they should enter the ring but She-Devil just waves them off for now.

Brian Rentfro: GET UP CASE! Don’t let LUCY STARR WIN!

Jon McDaniel: Starr is getting ready to see if he can pull off the victory.

Starr drags Case to the middle of the ring and quickly locks in I Claim Your Soul! The crowd is on their feet, anticipating a new REBEL Pro Aggression Champion!! Case screams and screams, writhing in pain and She-Devil quickly hops up onto the ring apron then hops up onto the top rope. Starr is not facing her and has no idea She-Devil is coming. She-Devil comes flying off the top rope with a CRAZY frog splash and lands on both Starr and Justin Case. She pulls Case aside and helps him up. Starr is up though and comes up from behind her and hits HELLS WRATH ON THE SHE-DEVIL!!! Brilliant irony as she bounces around on the canvas and then rolls out of the ring. That’s when Lucious notices a large contingent of police officers streaming in from the back.

Jon McDaniel: Why look, the cops are coming to stop a screw job.

With the police distracting Starr momentarily, Case comes up from behind and spins Starr around, kicks him in the gut and sets him up… JUST 2 TALENTED!!!


Case quickly covers lateral press!





Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, and STIIIIIIIIIILLLLL REBEL Pro AGGRESSION CHAMPION!!!! JUSTIN CASE!!!!

Before Case can even be handed his title, the police draw their guns at The Untouchables and begin demanding they put their hands up.

Jon McDaniel: Brian! Brian! I’m getting word in my earpiece that The Untouchables are all being arrested for suspicion of organized criminal activities!

Two officers get into the ring quickly and raise their firearms at Justin Case as the other Untouchables are cuffed and booked. Starr looks up and cracks a smile as he rolls out of the ring.


A masked man jumps the barricade and runs into the ring. As Case is booked and stares at his Aggression title longingly, the masked man grabs it from the referee and waves, then hops back over the top rope and back into the crowd. Case is livid, yelling at the cops to catch that thief but to no avail.

Jon McDaniel: The police don’t really seem to care about that. I think active mobsters being apprehended is much more important.

The Untouchables are now all escorted up the ramp, and Case is pissed.

Taking it to School

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re going back now to check on the progress of the fight between Jethro and Chamelion.

The switch to the street finds our warriors now inside the college… as it’s a Sunday afternoon there’s very few staff around, but they are all shocked at the scene. Jethro and Chamelion are busted open, bleeding and hurt, but seemingly not slowing down at all. Jethro breaks open one of the Fire extinguisher panels and turns it on Chamelion, blinding him and knocking him square to the tile floor and again tries to cover but does not succeed. Pissed, Jethro tries to ram the cylinder into Chamelion’s forehead but it’s kicked out of his hands and Chamelion flips his foot up into Jethro’s jaw. Jethro stumbles and Chamelion rolls to his feet and head-butts Jethro in the gut and back into a water fountain. Chamelion pushes Jethro’s head against it and presses the button, pouring water into Jethro’s face. Jethro elbows Chamelion, taking the wind out of his chest and, spitting water out, throws a stiff right fist, bringing Chamelion to his knees. Chamelion responds by ripping Jethro’s leg out from under him and stands, pulling the man kicking and cussing into the woman’s rest room across the hall.

Inside, both men crash into stalls.. scaring some old professor who was just there on Sunday to grade papers quietly and had too much coffee… she runs out screaming and Chamelion opens another stall, eager to throw Jethro’s head into the toilet and saying “Welcome home, Porky!”

Jethro knows the intent and reverses his position and now it’s Chamelion at risk to be flushed. Letting his entire body weight go, Chamelion drops to the floor and slides under the stall, escaping and as Jethro comes out, Chamelion hits a side kick and Jethro falls against the bathroom sink. “Not the kitchen sink but it’ll do!” Chamelion quips as he pushes on the soap dispenser and rubs soap in Jethro’s face. Jethro though kept his eyes shut to avoid the sting and rakes Chamelion’s eyes in the process.. getting the upper hand.. washed and all.

Fighting their way out of the bathroom and down the hall.. the two eventually bust into the library, where students are sitting on a Sunday afternoon… a loud and communitive..


Stops both men in their tracks… they see where they are, look at each other, the students and quietly back out timidly with their heads bowed. Once the library doors close, they look at each other and clash yet again, brawling down the hall towards the cafeteria instead… since they seem to be no closer to a finish, the scene returns back to ringside.

Jon McDaniel: I’ve got no comment.

Brian Rentfro: Good.. and now we're on to our next mat....

However, Brian is interrupted by ........

A Game of Ropes

The sound of cold winds blowing through the arena and the lights dim and on the ADCTron we see…

"Talk" by Coldplay begins to play and the fans jump from their seats, cheering wildly in anticipation.

Tamara Christopher-Onassi : Weighing in at 100 and 80 pounds, standing an even six feet tall...

The arena begins to tint a blood red, and as the music starts full steam Simon Kalis swaggers out in baggy black Avirex jeans tucked into his military style black boots with a black bandana tied in the front on his head and another black bandana covering his face.

Tamara Christopher-Onassi : Hailing from Montréal, Québec... Please welcome!! SIMON KALIS!!!!!!

He swaggers out from the back, mockingly using his arms like an airplane as he steps out bobbing his head to the music. He snaps himself back into a straight posture, and rushes towards the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope before heading to the corner and jumping onto the top rope, throwing his arms up in the air. Kalis undoes the bandana from his face and throws it into the cheering crowd as he stretches his arms out while moving his body to the beat of the rhythm of the song. He heads for each corner and climbs up to the top, throwing up the Westside hand sign to the roaring cheers of the fans. He finally jumps down from the fourth corner, and stomps his feet in preparing for battle.

A smirk comes over his face, and as the chorus to “Talk” kicks up the lights turn back on and Simon Kalis is now on stage.

Brian Rentfro: SIMON! SIMON’s Here!!! YES! YES!

Jon McDaniel: Calm yourself, sheesh. What we just saw was his first appearance in the PWA, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Doesn’t seem like it was that long ago, yet look at the man who came to the PWA and look at the man who is before us now and time will show the story. It’s so sad.

Jon McDaniel: Oh please. But I am curious as to why Simon Kalis is back, considering his condition.

Simon Kalis waves to the crowd from his wheelchair, making his first public appearance since losing REBEL Pro itself this past Christmas. Linzi Martin, better known to PWA fans as “Tear Gutter” from the former PWA Chaos announcer’s tandem and one half of the REBEL Pro announcer team for the last two years, is the one who pats Simon on the shoulder and wheels him forward.

Eric Emerson: Please, all me to introduce to you, SIMON KALIS!

The ropes have been removed, and a special ramp into the ring set up as Linzi wheels Simon Kalis up into the ring. He pats her hand on his shoulder and thanks her, as Eric Emerson hands Simon the microphone.

Simon Kalis: I should’ve listened to myself, eh?

The crowd is on their feet and cheering.

Simon Kalis: Last year, at this very event I proclaimed the end of my career yet decided to do three more matches. The first saw me railroad Reece Paxton, and with the help of Adrian Kalis and Matt Stone in a brutal 3 on 1 attack I became REBEL Pro World Champion. And of course later that night lost the title without the aid of my allies. It was obvious to happen, yet my thirst for glory needed to be sated once more. The final match saw this.

Simon motions to himself, in all his vaunted glory now stuck in a wheelchair for the foreseeable future.

Simon Kalis: REBEL Pro was taken from me, and the death of the Alliance of Wrestling Federations was complete. Thankfully, the PWA still stands.

The crowd cheers wildly at that, to be sure.

Simon Kalis: Thankfully, you all have an opportunity to turn things around. I’ve played this game for far too long now, and before it entirely consumes me I fall away. But for those remaining, maintain the spirit of competition and tread forward. Those like May Havoc, and Cody Bogard. Jethro Hayes and Matt Stone. And of course, the ever adorable Anna Mathews. You see. While the old “Age of Superstars” has finally passed with me, it, like me, is not entirely gone.

Simon raises his right hand, to calm the cheering crowd.

Simon Kalis: And I’ve a score to settle.

The crowd cheers wildly, and Simon turns his attention to the entrance ramp with a sense of purpose in his eyes.

Simon Kalis: This! This is NOT permanent! This is NOT how I am destroyed. And Lord knows, men and women in this sport have been trying to finish me for over ten years now. But I’m still here. Wave after wave, I’m still here.


Simon Kalis: There is one man who thought he succeeded. One man; who believed his victory to be the one that cast me out, promising you that I was forever gone from the PWA. But I am not. When we say The Order Never Dies, we mean it. But I’m here to give this son of a bitch one last shot. I won’t be in this wheelchair forever, I will work. I will recover. I will stand on my own two feet in this ring, at Genesis 14 in a match.

Brian Rentfro: Oh I think I know where this is going, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: It can’t be… He won’t…

The crowd is on their feet now, stomping and applauding wildly as Simon points to the entrance ramp.


Brian Rentfro: I knew it!! I KNEW IT!!!

The lights dim as if on cue… the noise level in the PWA Dome causes the place to shake under the sound. A single gong echoes through out the arena and a single spotlight shines down onto the stage… and there stands The Soul-Taker; Raizzor!


Brian Rentfro: *mutters* traitors!

Jon McDaniel: You so need to clam up!

On the stage, Raizzor stares back at the ring and at Simon Kalis in the wheelchair. He raises a mic to speak.

Raizzor: Simon Kalis… it seems you have joined a rather infamous club, one in which the members have consistently made challenges and threats in the name of ‘vengeance’, yet forgetting that they themselves, were the original instigators that brought the wrath of the Soul-Taker upon them.

A pause.

Raizzor: This is neither the time or place to delve into the truth of the matter, for my focus tonight is upon Hunter Sullivan… but understand this; I did end you. Your return, your actions after I drove you from the PWA was a sheer sign of disrespect, a slap in the face of the honor of abiding by your word… to which I am not surprised. It is the core of your character, to put yourself on a pedestal so high that when you fall, you forget when you hit bottom. And it disrespects me, far more than any of your actions to overtake the PWA initially.

He shakes his head.

Raizzor: I question the validity of accepting your challenge, for what will it afford me? I have already finished off the members of the Order of Chaos, one by one… after their defeat I hunted them down and took their souls, as a warning to any who may try such a stunt again what the consequences were. I simply do not need to do it again.

The fans start to boo a bit, mixed with cheers. Raizzor almost smiles at the reaction.

Raizzor: They hasten to judge, do they not, Simon Kalis? Gives credence to Jethro Hayes rant a few weeks ago. But they know what they want to see, and reason has little to do with that desire, and I am okay with that… more then okay… because I too, have a desire… which is not the same as a need. I do not need to take you down again, Simon… but I want too.

The fans roar their approval, Raizzor and Simon both seem to acknowledge the fan base and their.. wavering affection.

Raizzor: And it is ironic that my desire mirrors my brother’s desire here tonight with Jethro, for you speak of vengeance, Simon, as if you both deserve to use it as your badge of honor and are in the rightful spot to claim it. You are not. I did not put you in that chair, so I am not responsible for your actions after I ended your PWA career.. your ego put you there. I ended a story you began and with full right I claimed the final victory in that war… what you’re doing here, tonight, is trying to tack on an epilogue to safe face… no more, no less.

Raizzor glares.

Raizzor: And it is with that sheer disrespect and utter dismissal of my right as your reaper, that I accept your challenge at Genesis next year… and with the driving force and desire to not only finish you once and for all… but to turn your epilogue…

He pauses as he glowers.

Raizzor: Into your Epitaph… This, Simon Kalis… I PROMISE!!!

He drops the mic, the gong sounds and the arena goes to black for a few seconds.. once the lights return.. Raizzor is gone, and Simon Kalis sits mute in the ring… his expression completely unreadable.

Jon McDaniel: … and for the second year in a row, history is made…

Brian Rentfro: .. the first match of Genesis 14 is made… Simon Kalis.. vs… Raizzor…

And the quiet goes on as Simon is helped from the ring and its set up for the next match.

Rookie of the Year

Elena Simonova

Elena : Wow, Rookie of the Year! This was quite a surprise, and a welcome one at that. I appreciate the recognition for my hard work during my time here in the PWA. 119 days as Grizzly Beer Champion- I’m quite proud of that. I was put up against some great talent that challenged me, and I enjoyed rising to that challenge both mentally and physically. Granted, by great talent I mean the two people that were actually able to beat me during my entire tenure with this company, but hey- it is what it is. Nonetheless, I did meet a few cool people here, had some great matches, and have left a good legacy for the coming years. Regardless of how things ended up, thank you all for this award, it does mean a great deal to me.

Cody Bogard vs May Havoc

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Grizzly Beer Championship!

The lights suddenly dim down as the screaming guitar intro of Naked Arms by ™ Revolution comes across the sound system. As it does the fans are on their feet, ready to show support as smoke filters up around the entrance. The smoke builds and as it does, a figure emerges to stand in the shadows, gazing out at the fans. A series of strobe lights begin flashing along the edge of the entryway revealing the figure to be Cody Bogard, arms stretched out to either side.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from San Mateo, California, standing five feet eleven inches, and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...Cody “The Main Event” Bogard!

The strobe lights die down, only to be replaced with a brilliant burst of gold and blue pyro shooting up in a solid line along the strage. Cody’s arms drop and he makes his way down the ramp, occasionally slapping hands with fans. When he reaches the ring, he springs up onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle where he poses again, arms spread to drink in the approval and support of the fans. Then he jumps off the turnbuckle, into the ring, thrusting a fist into the air to the screaming support of the capacity crowd before moving to grab the top rope as he stretches in preparation of the coming match.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

Once more the arena lights dim down, the heavy pulsing guitar and bass opening of Meet the Monster by Five Finger Death Punch hits the sound system. When the drums cue in, there’s a brilliant burst of sky blue pyro down the length of the stage. When the sparks fall and the smoke clears, the blonde haired Thai stands posed on the stage, a smirk painted across her lips as she drinks in the dissent from those loyal fans in the stands.

Eric Emerson: From Bangkok, Thailand standing five feet six inches, and weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds...May Havoc!

May flicks her hair back from her face with practiced ease before sauntering down the ramp with what can only be defined as a well practiced runway stalk, shrugging out of the ankle length black duster. If she hears the boos and jeers from the crowd, she pays them absolutely no mind at all, her attention focused on the ring, and her opponent waiting within it. When she reaches the ring, she casts the coat aside, forgoing the use of the steps in favor of reaching up to grab the middle rope and pull herself up onto the apron. Here, she pauses, flicking a glance from left to right before smirking again. May twists, scaling the ropes to balance precariously on the top rope for something like half a heartbeat before springing off into what has every appearance of being a beautiful 630 splash, but instead ends in a low crouch, in the center of the ring. As she straightens, she flips her hair back out of her face, blowing a kiss at Bogard off the tips of her fingers as the music fades and she backs towards her corner.

Jon McDaniel: And this right here had the potential to be one hell of a match, you have Cody Bogard, who’s certainly no stranger to the Grizzly Beer Championship, and May Havoc, who, while new to the company has proven that she’s not afraid of making waves.

Brian Rentfro: The only good thing about this match is the fact that it’s going to put the title in the hands of someone who deserves it.’s a hint Jon, that someone’s name doesn’t start with a C.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t the match hasn’t even started, and you’re already writing Bogard off.

Brian Rentfro: I can’t believe you’ve worked with me this long and haven’t already come to expect that. I mean think about it, in a match with Cody Bogard, or an amazingly hot blonde Asian chick, who did you really think I was going to favor?

Jon McDaniel: Just shut up and call the match.

The bell rings and there’s no time wasted by Bogard or Havoc in immediately going for the lockup,although Bogard has the obvious advantage not just in size and physical strength, but in experience too. So it’s not at all unexpected that he gets the upper hand right away, planting the smaller competitor with a solid DDT. But before he can follow it up, May’s rolls back to her feet, dancing back a step or two to put a little space between them. As Cody closes in on her, May shoots her right leg out, connecting with Bogard’s outer thigh, slowing the Crisis Ace. May repeats this, connecting with a second kick, backing Cody up a step. May leans back, bouncing off the ropes and dashing forward, going low with a dropkick to Cody’s right knee, flipping Cody over onto his back.

Jon McDaniels: May taking out the leg of Cody there, this could be wise strategy early on.

Brian Rentfro: Of course it is Jon, what did you expect? Those Asians are smart.

Jon McDaniels: Wait, what? Brian, that’s racist!

Brian Rentfro: No it’s not, it’s a compliment, learn to recognize them.

Cody starts getting to his feet, holding his right knee, but before he can get up, May grabs his head in a front chancery and drops him down with a DDT of her own. Grabbing his head, May lifts Cody up, backing him into the nearby corner. Havoc drives her shoulder into his midsection a few times, knocking the wind out of him. She grabs his arm and whips him across the ring, running in after him, but Cody is able to get his left leg up to catch May coming in, dazing her with his foot. May backs up as Cody pushes himself up on the top turnbuckle, leaping off the middle rope and connecting with a clothesline. May hits the mat hard from the blow and rolls onto her stomach, pushing herself up quickly as Cody is still slow to get up, but as May comes in, Bogard hooks her head and arm and flips her over with a beautiful T-Bone suplex.



Kick Out!

Brian Rentfro: It takes more than one move to take out May Havoc, she’s been on a roll since entering the PWA

Jon McDaniels: This is true, but Cody Bogard has been known to upset quite a few hopeful champions in his time.

Cody is up first this time, and waiting on May as she gets to her feet. Bogard hooks her around the waist and lifts her off the mat, dropping her flat on her back with a belly to belly suplex, which he quickly follows up with a standing moonsault. He hooks her leg this time



May is able to shoot her shoulder up again. Not to be discouraged, Cody picks her up and connects with a knee lift, doubling her over long enough to lift her off her feet, atop his shoulders, and be driven straight down into the mat with a Death Valley Driver. Bending over her to pick her up though gets Cody a stiff kick in the temple and he falls back into a seated position, holding his head.May stays down, trying to clear the cobwebs from the flurry of offense she’s received since the start of the match, Cody is starting to get up. As May is to her feet, COdy is already ready to mount some more offense, kicking her in the midsection and backing her up against the ropes, shooting her off, however May reverses the whip and it’s Cody sent running, rebounding off the ropes and returning straight into the legs of May Havoc as Cody is flipped over by a hurricanrana. May, still on top of Cody, starts reigning fists down upon his face. Cody covers up as best he can, but May gets a few shots in before she’s forced to get off from the referee. Havoc calls for Bogard to get up, and when he does, she leaps in the air and takes him down with a stiff drop kick to the side of his head. She crawls over for the cover



Kick out!

Jon McDaniels: Cody able to get the shoulder up there Brian, he’s got fight left in him.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, but how much?

We test this theory as May is first up, stomping on Cody as he struggles to get up. May grabs his head and sprints at the ropes, leaping up and pushing off the top rope, spinning on the spot and driving him down with a bulldog.Shooting the half, May goes for another cover



Cody kicks out. May squints her eyes, grabbing Cody by the back of the head to bring him to his feet, but Cody starts firing back, hitting May twice, three times in the midsection with right hands. Havoc is forced to retreat backwards, Cody dashing after her and connecting with a high kick, knocking them both down! May rolls out of the ring to avoid any further contact, but Bogard is right on her tail, sliding out just after her. Before she can even get to her feet, Cody has her by the hair and bounces her head off the apron, much to the crowd’s delight. Cody spins her around and goes over to the barricade, but May gets her foot on it, preventing the momentum and driving Cody’s head down instead! May runs to the apron, leaps on it and jumps off, colliding with Bogard’s body with a beautiful moonsault. May ignored fans cheering for Cody as she picks him up and rolls him back into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Picture perfect moonsault there by May, she’s picking up steam

Jon McDaniels: Don’t count out Cody yet Brian.You know as well as I do that Cody...

Jon stops his sentence there as May is lifting Cody up to his feet, but he falls back and traps Havoc with a small package!




May just kicks out.

Jon McDaniels: Cody almost won right there!

Brian Rentfro: That was just a lucky counter...

May quickly scrambles to her feet, looking agitated as she rushes at Cody, who catches her coming in with a European uppercut. May backs up and Cody grabs her, whipping her across the ring, but again May counters the whip, backing up as Cody is shot off, rebounding and as Cody approached her, May dropped to the mat with a drop toe hold. Cody hits the middle ropes and May dashes quickly across the ring, coming back and grabbing the ropes, swinging her legs between them and driving them straight into Cody’s head. After hitting her Loose the Dogs, Cody falls back flat on his back. May springboards up to the top rope, flipping in the air for her six hundred thirty degree splash, but Cody rolls out of the way! May crashes and burns, not literally, of course, but she rolls on her back holding her back as it makes contact with the mat.

Jon McDaniels: SHe missed it! Now’s Cody’s chance!

Brian Rentfro: Play favourites much?

Cody is first to his feet, holding his head, but he calls for Havoc to get up. SHe does so, slowly, as Cody screams out, connecting with his Excalibur slash! The crowd pops as the lariat connects, knocking May down flat on her back. Cody lifts her up again, doubling her over with a knee lift, lifting her high off the mat and driving her straight down to the mat with a high-angle sitout powerbomb. The crowd cheers again for Bogard’s Basara Bomb. Rather than go for the cover though, Cody lifts May up one more time, grabbing her head, but May quickly pushes Cody off, who was looking for the Hero Time, instead, when he turns back to face her, May leaps over his body, hooking his arms with her feet while she flips him over on his back, connecting with her Yoshi Tonic!

Brian Rentfro: She hit the Mayday! It’s over Jon!




The bell sounds as May rolls out of the ring, holding her back.

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner....and NNNEEEEWWWW Grizzly Beer champion....MAAAAYY HAAAVOOOK!!!

Brian Rentfro: I told you Jon, I told you!

Cody slowly sits up, looking out at May with a mix of disappointment and pain as she holds her hand up in the air, the referee rushing over to present her with her new title.

PWA's Put on Notice!

There seems to be something about having that weighty leather and gold in her hands that revitalizes the blonde, because no sooner do her fingers close on it than she’s shoving the ref away and demanding a microphone. Once she has it, she turns to face the back, making it painfully obvious just who the coming statements will be directed at.

May Havoc: Do you see this? Take a good, long look at this picture. And I want you all to think about something. Think about the fact that your championship, is in the hands of someone that hasn’t even had a half dozen matches in your company. Think about the fact that someone who almost literally walked in off the street a little over a month ago is now one of your champions. Each and every one of you had the opportunity to stop me. Each and every one of you had the chance to step up, put your toes to the line, and put me in my place...or at the very least try to. But you didn’t. Not a single one of you can be bothered to rouse yourselves enough to defend your right to be here. You’re like drone bees, and I’m about to shake the holy hell out of the hive. Cry havoc. It’s a military you know. The order to pillage and ransack an area after a victory. This? This is only the beginning, this, only goes to prove that I’m right about everything. Because no matter how talented I am, no matter how charismatic the fact of the matter is that I, should not be standing here, your champion tonight. I haven’t paid my dues. I haven’t put my time in. But where were the great defenders when I said it didn’t matter? Absent. Staring dully into the ethers.

Here, May pauses for a moment, letting her fingers play across the nameplate of the title thrown across her shoulder. It’s almost like she needs the reassurance of its presence before she presses onward.

May Havoc: This marks the end of an era. The end of mediocrity and it’s oh so very oppressive weight. Consider me this, putting you on notice, my dear, sweet, fellow athletes. Gone are the days that you can skate by putting forth only the most minimal of effort. You’ve been living the dream dear friends, and now it’s time for you to wake the hell up. Because this business is cold, she’s a bitter, vicious mistress. And the second you close your eyes, she’ll chew you up and spit you out. You’ve all been wandering in the dark with your eyes closed, but not for much longer. Because this? This is only the beginning. This marks the first step in what promises to be the long road of the recovery of this company. You have two choices. Either wake up, and be part of the solution...or stay the hell out of my way.

With that said, May tosses the mic aside and makes her way to the back.

Out on the Town - Part Two

You know where this is going… we’re back to the brawl for all! During the last match, Jethro and Chamelion have taken their fight back outside, heading South east and arriving at the Humane Society of Missouri. Jethro laughs between bloody coughs, “Let’s neuter the lizard!” and Chamelion brazenly replies, “Who’d want to adopt a pig, anyway!?” They vehemence of their hatred is palatable and they continue their path of destruction down Wise Avenue towards the track and field area of the St Louis College… tumbling first onto the baseball field.. Chamelion honors it with a baseball slide to knock Jethro off his feet. He then leg drops the back of Jethro's neck, rolls him over and covers for the first time in this .. match?



Kick out.

They then brawl it all the way to the soccer field inside the track portion of the fields and Jethro goes to punt Chamelion’s head like a soccer ball, and only clips the side of his head as Chamelion fought away… still, Chamelion heaving on the ground allows Jethro to roll him over and try for a cover.



Shoulder up.

Jethro knows that Chamelion’s losing energy if he can’t get a full kick out going… and takes full advantage by covering him three more times, each time causing Chamelion to get more and more winded… finally, Chamelion has no choice but to bite Jethro on the hand to get him to crawl away just long enough to get his feet back under him.

They then fight up the concrete path and across Berthold avenue to the football field.. and Jethro lumbers onto the field feeling just as drained when Chamelion tackles him on the 20 yard line and pummels him in the face. Jethro knees Chamelion off him, picks him up and body slams Chamelion to the artificial turf. Jethro then tries to apply a figure four leg lock, not his style, and Chamelion rolls him up into a small package.



Jethro rolls through, pinning Chamelion.









Both men break free and lay there, completely spent, staring up into the sky as we move back to ringside.

Brian Rentfro: I’m getting dizzy.

Jon McDaniel: Pretty soon those two are going to be out of this zip code! Guess we get back to in ring action!

The Harbinger of Desolation

Switch to Bud Adams, this time standing next to and being dwarfed by The Soul-Taker; Raizzor, who is set for his upcoming match with Hunter Sullivan.

Bud: Raizzor, in a few moments you step into the ring with Hunter Sullivan, a man who challenged you a year ago… and yet now, there’s another threat on your horizon; Simon Kalis.

Raizzor: And like Sullivan, he is granted one years reprieve, before his soul becomes mine forever. Yet, tonight it’s about Sullivan and his legacy. What better way to set an example for what is to come by demonstrating my intentions upon a man who has dared to attempt to use me as his chance at redemption. Sullivan wants to remove a stigmata cast upon him since near his birth in the PWA, and I have my own stigmata to cleanse as well. But this is Genesis, Adams, this is my birthplace.. and I return every year as if called by a siren song… to seek out a wayward soul and take it back into the depths of hell, as a token offering to the darkness that fuels me. Sullivan is that soul tonight.

Raizzor: You seek salvation in the wrong place, Sullivan, and your audacity will be your undoing… tonight I cement my legacy beyond any ones doubt.. and bury your career forever. This, I Promise!

Raizzor turns and stalks off towards the ring, ready and focused.

Bud: Back to you at ringside, Jon.

Splitting the Fare!

It’s taken its toll.. both men are leaning against a lamp post near the corner of Oakland Avenue and South Kingshighway.. a touch over a mile away from the PWA Dome and they are bleeding, sweaty, dirty and weak from head to toe… they look at each other.

Chamelion: I don’t want to walk back to the Dome.

Jethro: Agreed.

Chamelion: Can’t believe I’m saying this since I want to go all dentist on you and break the tooth fairy’s bank.. but.. short truce?

Jethro: And I want to castrate you so there's no more Chamelions ever! But...fine, as long as we split the fare!

Chamelion: Agreed… ref, get us a cab!

The referee, who’s also breathing heavy after trying to keep up.. blinks and nods, and steps to the curb to hail down a taxi.

Chamelion: By the way.. what time is it?

One of the camera crew checks his watch and answers.

Jethro grins.

Jethro: Should make it back just in time for our fight.

Chamelion actually chuckles and nods as a cab pulls up to the corner.

Raizzor vs Hunter Sullivan

Singles Match

Eric stands center ring, watching around waiting for his signal to start. With thumbs up from a stage hand listening through a headset, Eric begins his announcement.

"The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only with a count out, Disqualification, a three count, or Submission. Entering first from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN" (edited dependent upon entrance number and match type)
The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: And now…hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada……

A striking rift signals the beginning of “Vengeance” by Dream Evil and the lights blink out, save for one shining spotlight on the stage. Words flow from the speakers as the fans rise as one to face the stage, a huge pop resounding throughout the entire arena.

I have worked for nothing, slaved in vain
All those years that I've been pushed around
They better watch their backs now, those who gave me pain
'Cause vengeance screams their names tonight

Pyros explode on each side of the entrance as steam rises up through the grates of the stage.

All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive

Stepping from the cloudy smoke, wrapped in his long black duster and head down, Raizzor appears.

Marching out now, out to kill
The rain of blood has just begun
Blocked emotions now released
In darkness you will fear my name

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 285lbs, he is The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!!!

All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive
All of you sinners

Stalking down the ramp, Raizzor’s eyes do not leave the ring, projecting fear to all who stand within it. He turns and silently climbs the steps as the song continues its shrill warning.

Can you hear me?
I'm closing in on you
Can't you feel it...

Through the ropes he slips, shrugging his leather duster off in one clean move. Muscles rippling under his elbow length sleeves, Raizzor rotates his arms to loosen himself up, never once taking his gaze off the center of the ring and anyone who happens to be in his sights.

I will show no mercy you will not survive
'Cause vengeance screams your names tonight!

Uncharacteristically, Raizzor proffers a slight smile, suggesting painful vengeance to come and turns to push his chest against the ropes and spread his arms wide to the crowd, as if wishing to engulf them all into his soul. This causes a massive reaction as the crowd explodes with louder cheers.

All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive

As the song dies, Raizzor turns and awaits the bell’s toll.

Both men seem cautious to approach the other, Raizzor step forth slowly while Hunter circles about going for a fake lunge toward his opponent. But Raizzor was like a stone, not falling for the fiegn, so Hunter shoots in for the initial grapple. Raizzor, using his superior strength overpowers Hunter and executes a headlock takedown. Sullivan is not one to stay grounded and quickly slips his legs about Raizzor's neck and apply a scissor hold. Raizzor is quick to slip out, but Hunter wished to show off his superior ground work, by denying Raizzor a chance to get up and hooking legs about a free arm, and using his leg strength to drive Raizzor back onto his back. Hunter rolls back to a vertical base and pulling the arm into an Arm grapevine.

John Mcdaniel: Why is Raizzor starting off so slow?

Brian Rentfro: He's showing Hunter he can play his game too.

Raizzor rolls through to release himself from the hold and both men return to their feet. This time, Raizzor initiating the grapple and transitioning behind Hunter and wrenching his arm back into a hammerlock. Years of technical prowess, certainly don't disappear overnight and Hunter transitions such a basic hold into a hammerlock of his own. Raizzor grunts before slipping out of the hold and placing hunter into a side headlock. Hunter dashes toward the rope and uses the momentum from rebounding to power himself out of the hold. Before Raizzor could catch him, Hunter barrels into Raizzor's midsection with a flying shoulder block causing the giant to stagger back.

John Jon McDaniel: It looks like Hunter is showing Raizzor who is better with the teqnique side of things

Brian Rentfro: Come on Raizzor! Crack some Heads

With a head full of steam, hunter charges once more, only for Raizzor to catch him and goes for a belly-to-belly suplex but Hunter avoids the predicment of landing to the floor by grabbing the top rope and landing feet first on the apron. Raizzor charges toward Hunter but spills out of the ring when when Hunter pulls down the toprope just in time. Hunter joins Raizzor on the floor and the southpaw soon begins to unload on the larger man.the attack. Daniel Davis begins the count.


Raizzor soon begins to retaliate with big right hands causing Hunter to stumble back toward the ring.


Brian Rentfro: You can not outstrike Raizzor. Hunter is an idiot

Raizzor ends off his Barrage with a big back elbow, stunning Hunter enough to push him back onto the apron, his lower body in the ring while his head and shoulders hang below the ropes.. Climbing onto the apron, Raizzor takes a few calculated steps before leaping and bearing a leg down upon the chest of Hunter. Raizzor re-enters the ring to go for the pin.
John Mcdaniel: Hunter just got crushed!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, not a lot will get out of that one

Raizzor pulls Hunter back to his feet but get a boot to the gut. Hunter slides behind the big man and manages to put him into the Half Nelson position. But knowing the Viper a little too well, Raizzor immediately fires back with elbows before Hunter could follow through with the suplex he intended. Once Hunter dropped the hold, Raizzor viciously tossed Hunter into the turnbuckle. Raizzor climbed up to the second rope and began to wail away with right hands.



John Mcdaniel: Right to the midsection, That's one way to counter.

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor must have a very low midsection. That looked like a nut shot

And to Raizzor it felt like a nut shot, man, Hunter's a dick. Hunter slid out of the turnuckles and positions himself behind Raizzor, urging the big man onto the top rope. Once more Hunter cinches in a half nelson and uses the force of gravity to drive him to the mat with a SUPER HALF NELSON SUPLEX! Both men are down


Hunter pushes himself back to his feet, wasting no time to go for the pin


Hunter sits up in shock, thinking he had Raizzor there. Raizzor raises up slowly while Hunter hangs by near the ropes. As soon as Raizzor makes it to his feet, Hunter charges. But that proves to be a strategy that should have been rethought as Raizzor catches the Viper and turns his momentum against him with a TILT A WHIRL POWERSLAM. Measuring his opponent, Raizzor runs into the ropes, then returns to once more drop a leg across the chest.

John Mcdaniel: Another big legdrop from Raizzor

Raizzor reaches down and clutches both hands about the throat of Hunter, clearly not done with the Viper. With a show of strength, Raizzor pulls Hunter back to his feet with ease. Raizzor grabs the arm of Hunter and performs an arm ringer before lifting the Viper off the mat by just the arm and thensets him back down. Hunter with quick thinking, twists himself out of the hold and slips behind Raizzor. He reaches up slapping on a ¾ headlock before suddenly snapping down to his knees, stretching Raizzor's back across his with an inverted back breaker. Sullivan grabs Raizzor and applies an arm wrench but Raizzor is quick to counter by tossing the Viper. Gathering a head of steam, Raizzor nails Hunter with a drive-by kick. Pulling Hunter back to his feet he throws him into the ropes. Hunter has surprise on his side as he connects with a flying knee. Raizzor goes down. Hunter, wanting to keep up the offense bounces off the ropes and executes a knee drop right to the gut of Raizzor. Hunter walks with a swagger before he measures Raizzor up and drops a closed fist.

Of course with this momentum going, Hunter let it get to his head for a bit. He poses to the crowd for a bit to get them pumped up before turning his attention back to Raizzor. Hunter stalks Raizzor whil he gathers the will to get back up. The Viper was poised to strike when Raizzor got to his feet, but Raizzor was first to act when he picks Hunter up and executes a stomachbreaker. Raizzor grabs the legs of hunter and applies an Indian deathlock. Daniel Davis asks Hunter Sullivan if he quits. Daniel Davis hovers over Sullivan asking him if he wished to quit. Hunter answers by willing himself to escape the hold. Hunter Sullivan hits Raizzor with a single arm DDT.


Brian Rentfro: Still not enough there Hunter

In frustraition Hunter dashes toward the ropes and hops onto the second rope. He lauches back and goes for a moonsault. It connects. The move seemed to be enough to stir Raizzor back to his feet, Hunter charging forth and connecting with the VIPA SNAP

John Mcdaniel: Did you just see his head snap back?

Brian Rentfro: That was awesome


Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, Hunter Sullivan!

Fued of the Year

Phoenix vs Jethro

"Ride Through the Country" hits up and Jethro comes out dressed in his black tux, silver cumberbund, silver bowtie, and shiny black shoes. He steps up to the microphone, staring right at Phoenix as both are at the microphone together receiving this award.

Jethro: "I hated you with a passion that wouldn't quit. I wanted to have you burn so that I wouldn't piss on the ashes to put you out. I ignored your words, I spat at your sermons, I laughed at your attempts of destroying the PWA and your plans for the entire AOWF."

Phoenix stands there looking smug.

Jethro: "Then I realized that you are right."

He looks around as he shocks the crowd again.

Jethro: "It needs to be done... so let's do it."

The Phoenix steps up to the microphone.

The Phoenix: In a year that I broke records left and right, without a doubt my proudest moment was helping Jethro realize his full potential. I took the blinders off and now 2013 is going to be the year of Jethro.

The two high five and walk off the stage.

No Rest for the Wicked

The scene cuts to the entrance to the PWA Dome as the cab rolls up… the doors open on either side and both Chamelion and Jethro Hayes step out. As they both walk to the door the cabbie yells at them.

Cabbie: Hey, my fare!?

Both in reply: Ref you get it!

The ref looks stunned as the two men walk towards the entrance of the PWA Dome when a man steps through the doors and blocks their path. He looks squarely at Jethro Hayes.

Man: Mr. Hayes?

Hayes is taken aback, his focus on Chamelion split with this man’s appearance.

Jethro: Uh, yea.. do I know ya?

Man: Oh you will, Mr. Hayes.

The gentlemen in question isn't familiar. He's dressed in a black dressed shirt tucked in to some black dress pants. He's lean and mean looking, not even breaking a smile or a sweat in the presence of the Southern Hero.

Jethro: Well then, boy, I suggest you get a good seat for my match so you can watch me kick the hell out of Chamelion! Maybe you'll get to know me a little then.

Chamelion blinks and folds his arms.

Chamelion: Hey, I’m right here!

The man lets out a scoff at Jethro’s declaration.

Jethro: But I already know so much about you. So, so much. It's why I'm here, in fact.

Jethro doesn't have time for this. He tries to move on but the man steps in his way. Bad move.

Jethro: You best let me move along before I hurt you. I ain't in the mood.

The man doesn't budge, and Chamelion is getting impatient.

Man: Mr. Hayes, my name is William Mercy. I come to you, out of respect for your past, with a stern, fair warning.

Jethro's attention has recentered on Mr. Mercy.

Jethro: Oh really?

Mercy: Your match tonight has no bearing on this warning of mine. That is simply an extracurricular activity that I will allow you to indulge in for one evening. Your warning is simply this: I am going to truly break you, week in and week out, until we have ourselves a fight. And when we do, I am going to expose you as the disgusting, coward you really are.

Chamelion: (muttering) Extracurricular my ass!

Jethro's blood is boiling now. He doesn't like this one bit.

Mercy: That's your one and only warning, Mr. Hayes. (mocking a Southern accent) Best get ready because after tonight... phew... it only gets worse.

William Mercy finally cracks a smile and allows Jethro to pass through. Jethro pauses for a moment, sizing William up before heading towards the door into the PWA Dome. Jethro turns back for a moment, and William gives him a fierce nod. Jethro isn't phased, though, and doesn't break his face of anger and toughness. Jethro goes through the doors, followed by Chamelion, who shakes his head at the new guy.

Brian Rentfro: Who the hell is this guy?

Jon McDaniel: Didn't you hear him? His name is William Mercy.

Brian Rentfro: Never heard of him.

Jon McDaniel: He was recently signed last week with Pioneer Wrestling as a rookie, but there was an issue with the contract or something or another.

Brian Rentfro: So basically his debut was pushed to tonight so he could mess with Jethro Hayes on pay-per-view?

Jon McDaniel: That's probably just a coincidence. However, once Jethro and Chamelion complete their battle tonight, Jethro will have something to look forward to.

Brian Rentfro: Putting a beat down on some new tough guy wannabe, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: We'll see.

Chamelion vs Jethro Hayes

Street Fight

Jon McDaniel: Are we REALLY going to do this?

Brian Rentfro: Guess they gotta make it official, don’t they?


Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest… is already in progress! Introducing for the record, competitor number one, hailing from Lenox, Georgia, weighing in at 315lbs.. Jethro Hayes!!

The crowd responds accordingly!

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, weighing in at 245lbs and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada… Chamelion!

Proper reaction again!

Cut to the front doors as Chamelion and Jethro enter, actually conversing over the appearance of Mercy like two comrades. However, as they enter the other side, they turn to each other and again in unison speak.

Both: Truce over!

And they clash! Jethro throws Chamelion immediately into the Souvenir program stand, and magazines go sprawling about along with Chamelion. He stands quickly, having somewhat recovered and turns and sees his weapon of choice. Grabbing a handful of PWA Powersauce bars, he turns with a devilish Cheshire grin towards Jethro who balks and turns away, running into the entrance of 110-111 and out towards the ring. Chamelion pouts at a missed historic opportunity and drops the bars, following Jethro.

And on the other side, the main cameras in the arena pick up Jethro coming down the steps between the cheering and screaming fans, as Chamelion appears above, and makes his way down as well.

Jon McDaniel: And here they come!

Brian Rentfro: Nearly an hour into their match and they final make it to the ring!

Jethro hops the barricade and slides into the ring, with a somewhat ‘I’m home’ look to his face.. and Chamelion is not far behind. He stares at Jethro in the ring, who has gotten to his feet and does not rush to enter. Instead, Chamelion lifts the apron up and pulls out a steel chair, a kendo stick (is that really standard equipment?) and a table and proceeds to toss them all into the ring. Jethro grins viciously and leans against the far ropes and invites Chamelion in, unmolested. Chamelion obliges and believe or not, the time keeper actually rings the bell.


And the ref arrives just as Chamelion enters…

Jon McDaniel: And we’re underway!

Brian Rentfro: More like continuing!

Jethro swipes up the kendo stick as Chamelion retrieve the steel chair and they circle each other, taking time to wipe the blood and sweat from their eyes they bore holes into each other’s souls. Jethro with the desire to put down Chamelion for not seeming to care for the state of the PWA and Chamelion in return aching to avenge the fact that Jethro tried to end his own career for a world title shot. Both have driving forces to overcome the other, and step in simultaneously to finish the job. Chamelion swings the chair and Jethro ducks and swishes the kendo stick against Chamelion’s side. Chamelion drops the chair and Jethro goes all Masochistic over Chamelion with the stick, striking in quick succession. Chamelion catches the stick on the fifth strike, and pulls hard bringing Jethro in to meet a hard clothesline from Chamelion. Grabbing the chair, Chamelion then returns the favor with repeating strikes to Jethro’s back, leaving welts all along his large framed back. Chamelion drops the chair and pulls Jethro up and tries for a pile driver on the chair but Jethro flips him up and over, and Chamelion crashes to the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: I can’t believe the strength these two still have after all this.

Jon McDaniel: It’s a kill or be killed mentality driving them!

Jethro stomps on Chamelion who crawls to the ropes and tries to heave himself up but Jethro swiftly kicks him between the legs and Chamelion turns an ironic shade of green as his eyes widen and he looks ready to puke. Jethro whips Chamelion across the ring and drops into a stance as Chamelion hits the ropes and comes back and gets plowed dead center of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: IT’S OVER!

The ref drops to count.



3/shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Ref’s waving it off, Chamelion slithered out barely!

Brian Rentfro: Jethro’s shocked.. that’s his devastating finisher and he didn’t finish Chamelion off.

There seems to be no life in Chamelion as Jethro pulls him up by his long blond hair, a fleeting thought of how easy it is now that he’s regrown it for such a tactic, and as he lifts Chamelion to his feet, intent on finishing him with the Planter, Chamelion’s eyes snap open, glazed over and he jumps back two feet and strikes out with the Sweet Sound of success! The crowd pops as he falls dead weight over Jethro’s prone form!



3/shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: How in the hell!?

Jon McDaniel: That was done subconsciously, it had to be! Chamelion doesn’t even realize he didn’t get the pin.. Jethro barely escaped himself.

The change in the air is apparent… as both men started the official match at the near end of their ropes.. they tried to end it each with their primary finishers and failed… it seems every last drop of their intent has been spent and both men lay there, glazed eyes barely acknowledging the ceiling and lights, their ears hearing but not listening to the ever growing chant of the PWA universe and imperceptivity barely recognizing the referee counting close and closer to ten.

Jon McDaniel: Come on guys, don’t let it end like this!

Brian Rentfro: The ref’s at five… six… seven… it’s going to be over!

Both men stir, as they hear the seven count and roll to their sides… eight.. the two push hard… the crowd behind them both…


Inspired, or desperate, take your pick, both men grab the ropes and pull themselves up by the count of nine and three quarters… but with no help of magic in sight… and the ref waves off the bell and calls for the fight to continue. Jethro lays in the corner, face against the turnbuckle and Chamelion limps out, swallowing hard and grabs the table. He flips it over, pulls the legs out and sets it up. He glares over across the ring at Jethro and moves around the table towards him. His back still turned, Chamelion instead backs to the other corner, measures Jethro and rushes in with a stinger splash!


Chamelion connects. Jethro falls back to the canvas and Chamelion pulls himself up the corner to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: High risk!

Measuring again, Chamelion soars with an elbow drop… and misses! Jethro rolled just in time and Chamelion connects with canvas. A sharp cry of pain and the Devious One is holding his elbow.. the ref is down to check.

Brian Rentfro: Dammit, he looks legitimately injured there!

Jon McDaniel: Like all his others are fake?

Brian Rentfro: You know what the hell I mean!

Chamelion is holding his elbow tenderly as the ref looks it over, but Jethro isn’t having anything of it. He pushes the ref away and grabs Chamelion by his hurt arm. He wrenches it and Chamelion cries out again, starts pulling hard at it over and over. Chamelion kicks and swipes at Jethro who avoids him and rips at his arm more and more.

Jon McDaniel: He’s trying to rip Chamelion’s arm clean off!

Desperate, Chamelion pulls on the ropes and grabs tight and turns just enough to kick out at Jethro who lets go of his arm. Chamelion spits at Jethro in anger and the big man comes in, but Chamelion stomps his foot and then hits a knife edge chop with his good arm.

Crowd: WOOOOO!

Another chop!

Crowd: WOOOOO!

And then another kick to the groin out of nowhere.


Jethro bends forward and Chamelion locks him up, good and bad arm both and painfully delivers a full on pedigree type pile driver, sending Jethro down into the canvas face first. Chamelion rolls him over, but can’t really hook the legs easily as his bad arm is closest to the feet.



3/Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: No! So close.

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion’s in such pain, if he doesn’t put the big man away now, it’s going to be his end.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro’s in no better condition, really.. He got an advantage with the arm but his body is showing as much wear and tear otherwise… I’ve no doubt these two men will need time off following tonight’s event.

Both men struggle to their knees against each other, and push off… a strike by Jethro reels Chamelion, a strike in return reels Jethro… if points were to be scored they’d be so close, so even.. save for the damage to Chamelion’s arm… and he seeks to rectify this intently.. as they climb to their feet, using each other for balance.. Chamelion suddenly jabs at Jethro’s knee with his foot.. Jethro cries out and drops again. Chamelion finds the chair, his intent dawning on the crowd and he unfolds the chair enough to pull Jethro’s leg between the frame of the chair and the back. He throws the chair down, hard and Jethro looks panicked.. he knows the retribution in Chamelion’s eyes and that they are bare of any mercy. Chamelion stomps on the chair!


Crowd: GASP!

Jethro screams… Chamelion stomps again… crack.. crack crack.. and with that, Jethro’s leg is injured.. not broken, but the pain he feels in his knee and leg is enough to slow the big man down. Jethro pulls himself away, and Chamelion watches him push the chair off and limp up to the corner. Chamelion grins his wicked Cheshire smile… his right arm hanging at his side, while Jethro’s left leg can’t support the weight of the over 300lb frame… Chamelion grabs the kendo stick and hefts it and comes in at Jethro, but Jethro is not out yet… he may need the ropes for support at first but he leans into the attack and literally body plows into Chamelion and sends him sprawling. Chamelion blinks surprised and gets up but Jethro is there, limping and all and shoulder tackles Chamelion against the ropes, sending body blows one after the other into Chamelion’s upper chest and stomach. Chamelion wraps his good arm around Jethro’s head and uses his bad arm to lock it in, pain and all and somehow in all of that, headlocks Jethro tightly and wrenches his ears in the process. Jethro pushes Chamelion off who bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline from Jethro and comes off the other side and clips Jethro’s bad knee with a shoulder tackle of his own and the big man crumbles. Chamelion stumbles to the corner and waits for Jethro to rise and as he does, Chamelion crouches into a three point stance, waits for the right second and rushes in and hits The Mimic (Jethro’s Plow Move) perfectly and takes Jethro down..



3/Shoulder slips out!

Brian Rentfro: I’m at a loss, these two are killing each other.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion mimicked Jethro’s move, but doesn’t have the same body mass behind it to make it stick.

Chamelion shakes his head, rises, but somehow Jethro is up faster than he expected and Jethro plows into Chamelion who had his back turned for a moment and takes him down.



3/Shoulder up.

Jon McDaniel: HOW!? How is Chamelion escaping!?

Brian Rentfro: Instinct.. that’s all he has left to run on.

Jethro’s pissed now.. he pulls Chamelion up by his hair again, and even on his bad leg, suplexes Chamelion towards the table! Jethro walks around Chamelion and pulls his nearly lifeless body up and throws it right on the table. He looks at the corner, a place he is not familiar with and has a gleam in his eye.

Jon McDaniel: Uh oh..

Jethro grabs the corner ropes and heaves himself up… and slips.. his bad leg slowing him down.

Brian Rentfro: He’s taking too much time!

Jethro gets past the second rope towards the top.. his 300+ weight and the bad leg canceling out his maneuverability and its sheer will power for him to get himself turned towards Chamelion, who is still out on the table.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think I can watch this!

Jethro, almost ready to pounce, second guesses his stance and tries to find a more solid perch… as he does, Chamelion blinks, sees his predictiment and rolls from the table and into the corner. Jethro stares down in disbelief as Chamelion climbs up, and punches Jethro… they trade more punches, the main course of the match as it were, as Chamelion gets up there with Jethro.. and at his level, jaw jacks Jethro and disorients him for a moment. Chamelion then… as the fans stare on in disbelief.. hooks Jethro up for a superplex.

Brian Rentfro: No way! He can’t do that!

Wrenching Jethro with all his might with his good arm, his bad arm around Jethro’s head.. Chamelion rears back… and sends both he and Jethro down and through the table with a tremendous crash and crunch of wood and steel!


Jon McDaniel: After all the carnage, now they say that?

The ref races over, surveying the damage and debris and finds Chamelion turned on his side, bad arm draped over Jethro Hayes and drops and counts.





Jon McDaniel: It’s over, finally!

Brian Rentfro: Almost anticlimactically if you think about it!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, by pinfall… CHAMELION!

Jon McDaniel: The ref’s calling for medical help! Both men are done!

Medics race down with two stretchers… and immediately get to work helping to get both men put onto medical boards to carry them to the back… but as they try to get Chamelion on, he rouses himself and shoves them away… he pulls himself up while other medics tend to Jethro Hayes… and he cusses and pushes any attempt at help away from him! In fact, he demands a mic, which Eric hands to him.

Chamelion: *Gasping* I told you.. win or lose… I am walking out of here.. redemption.. mine… I broke you tonight Hayes.. I got what I wanted… and I am walking out the same man I came in as….. the damnest most Devious SOB in the business today…. Got that!!

As medics set Jethro on a stretcher, Chamelion struggles to get himself out of the ring and to the back while still denying any medical help.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion has dealt the death blow with the W, and Jethro likely won’t ever forget this moment.

Brian Rentfro: Or, be the same again… they’re clearing out the ring and it’s almost time for our main events!

Face/Heel of the Year

Anna Mathews & The Phoenix

The Phoenix steps up to the podium with a bottle of Yoohoo Select and lifts the award, looking at it for several seconds. He drains the bottle and throws it down on the stage, shattering it.

The Phoenix: Anna won face of the year, but who cares?

The Phoenix: Heel of the Year. I just want to say to each and every PWA fan out there, whether you voted for me or not...

The Phoenix: Go fuck yourself.

The Phoenix grabs his award and walks unsteadily away.

The Fact of Genesis

The hot crowd is brought backstage now to the PWA World CHampion standing backstage, the world title over his shoulder. Without wasting time, he starts speaking.

Matt Stone: “It’s time to play the music, it’s time to light the lights folks, it’s Genesis! The time for talk is almost over, but before we stop talking altogether, I’ve got just a few more things to say, shocking, right? Three years ago I had my first Genesis match. While I didn’t win that match, 4 out of my 5 opponents are no longer in the company. Mark Zout, Laura Estella, The Andalusian or The Bomber. Have you heard of any of these people? I was in the match and I couldn’t point these people out of a crowd, and the fifth? Cody Bogard, I don’t need to tell you how far he’s come since squaring off with me at Genesis. The following year? I faced Duff Cote D'Ivoire, remember him? Me either. He may have won the match, but I won the war as he’s also gone by the wayside. Last year, I’m sure we all remember the return of the Masters of Armageddon as I squared off against Nightstryker. Once again, I wasn’t successful, but Stryker is no longer with us, and in fact, has been gone since May. This year, one thing will change. I will be victorious this year. I have been working since last year to ensure that I get my time in the spotlight here at Genesis. I am the Man, I am the World Champion and I am, most importantly, the Abominable Showman. This time next year, no one will remember who Anna Mathews is, and i will still be the World Champion. That is my guarantee to you.

With that, Stone walks off as we head back out to the arena.

Tag Team of the Year

Second 2 None

"All Nightmare Long" hits up in the speakers and instead of the two usual wrestlers that come oout to this entrance music, it is the lone Jethro Hayes. Jethro, dressed in a black tux, light grey/silver cumberbund, bow tie, and shiny shoes walks somberly to the staging area. He looks over the crowd as the music still plays for their enjoyment, before he steps up to the microphone; his award in his hand.

"A couple of years ago, the man I hated more in the PWA and I went battle through battle. We tore each other a part, we built each other back up, we severely detested each other like there was no other person in the world."

He looks, his eyes glassy and staring off into the memories.

"We nearly killed each other at the fairly new Cowboys stadium where seemingly the Cowboys kill themselves every time they play, the mediocre team that they are."

He holds up a hand.

"I can say that, I'm a fan of their's. The first step to overcoming the problem, is to admitting it."

He clears his throat.

"However, he was not banished that night and instead we were somehow booked as a tag team."

He sneers.

"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em... right?"

He smiles.

"Either way, Engel and I had been a tag team, but he didn't believe my commitment, he wanted proof of my loyalty... so I destroyed Sirus Moran on the biggest stage of them all, the one ppv that matters above all else... I planted him right on that canvas. That night, that move, it cemented more than my partnership with Engel, it signified the rise of the biggest, the best, the baddest Tag Team to ever step foot into any professional wrestling asociation, into any semi-pro, to any backyard fed... it cemented the legacy that is known as Second 2 None."

He laughs.

"Despite the horrible name that we are known by, it fits... because we are literally, we are technically, we will forever be... Second to None in the wrestling business."

He looks down at the award.

"The Moran Clan, the Razor Dolls, the Krimson Dragons, Might and Magic... to any tag team out there... I am talking to you... Second 2 None was by far the damn best to ever exist in professional wrestling."

He looks back down at the award.

"And if my partner was here... we'd still be prooving it to any team that thought about stepping up to bat; either of us would throw a no hitter and strike them out."

He clears his throat.

"But unfortunately Matthew Engel is not here, not sure he will ever be found, but he will always be a part of wrestling. His memory will live on, his legacy will never be matched as long as this business lasts in any capacity."

He holds up the award.

"This award is nothing but a trinquet showing that we are the best, it is something that we can show to others prooving that we are the best. But the thing is this, Engel and myself don't need this to declare that we are the best... we knew it in here."

He points to his chest and heart.

"So in the memory of Engel, to my best friend, to the man that taught me what is most important about this career..."

He throws the award down, stomping it until it breaks.

"Don't worry about awards, don't worry about plaques, go in each and every week and prove in the ring that you are the best."

He turns, stepping away from the microphone to a shocked crowd, and walks backstage.

The Phoenix vs Marvin Wood vs 'The Show' Chad Kurtis

REBEL Pro World Title Match

At first, Chad tries to clothesline both Marvin and Phoenix as they shook hands, but instead, both men used Chad’s charge against him by tossing him over the top rope. Next, Phoenix and Marvin casually work the opening minutes by taking us through several wrists, joint and compression locks. Marvin is frighteningly good at small joint manipulation, though Phoenix fortunately has the resistance level expected of a World Champion.

Strong double leg takedown by Marvin provokes Phoenix to counter with a guillotine choke! Looping his right arm over Phoenix's left shoulder, Marvin uses his other hand to go beneath Phoenix's right thigh so to lift him into a scoop slam position but plants a great high-angle falling powerslam!

Two minutes later, Chad Kurtis reenters by springboard leg lariat to Marvin. With Kurtis being fond of forearm smashes, Marvin dabbles in knife-edge chops and palm strikes. After a pattern of strikes, whips and the occasional hip toss, Marvin reminds viewers why he's The World’s Champion via underarm snap STO followed by a standing moonsault for a near three! Back on his feet now, Phoenix assists Marvin Wood in spike piledriving Chad Kurtis so well, Chad may be unconscious! Left to do battle with each other once more, Phoenix and Marvin nod at one another respectively.

They're quick to lock up and jockey for position with Phoenix getting the upper hand with a go behind hammerlock. Marvin searches for a way out by swinging his free arm backwards and right into Phoenix's grasp, thus he releases the hammerlock and opts for a fireman's carry. Marvin rolls out of his reach and gets back up for another try. They struggle for an opening again, this time Wood gets an arm drag and goes for a quick cover, not even getting a one count.

Both men get to their feet and come face to face, once more nodding in respect. However, Marvin grabs Phoenix for a headlock but gets sent to the far ropes! Phoenix drops down as Marvin hops over him and catches the Human Labyrinth with a hip toss on the rebound! Phoenix goes for the cover. One! Marvin kicks out quickly and rolls Phoenix off him; Phoenix rushes in and gets caught in a school boy. One! Two! Phoenix kicks and gets to his feet for another lock up, though Marvin gets another headlock but Phoenix lowers his base and rolls backwards into a bridge. One! Two! Another kick out!

They get up and Phoenix grabs an arm ringer, Marvin reverses it into his own but Phoenix reverse it back to the first stage of the move. Wood drops to the ground and rolls backwards, spins on his knee and forces Phoenix into a fireman's carry before bridging over him for another pinfall attempt! The ref scurries into position. One! Phoenix rolls to his side and forces Marvin onto his shoulders. One! Marvin kicks out and they both pop up a good six feet away from one another. The crowd erupts with applause for the fast exchanges and for both men being on top of their game so much to the point that neither man had gained much of an advantage at all. They circled one another again, looking for an opening and shot back in for another try at the lockup. Neither man gave up much footing at all nor did they look like they were ready to.

Jon McDaniel: I'd say these guys are perfectly matched.

Brian Rentfro: I've gotta agree, Jon. I couldn't pick a winner if I was held at gun point.

Jon McDaniel: Somehow I think that's a scenario many of us would enjoy.

Finally they broke the lock up, yet Phoenix fired the first chop! Marvin pays him back the chop and adds a kick to the thigh for good measure. He whips Phoenix to the corner and follows in with a running knee strike-No! Phoenix gets his elbow up and knocks Marvin away, and bolts out for a short-arm clothesline. Phoenix wisely slows the game down by applying a chinlock whilst moving towards the center of the ring. The Engine of Greatness tries to force his way out, but to no avail. Marvin opts to roll to his other side and get his knee under him, forcing Phoenix to stand to maintain the hold. But as soon as they're up, Marvin manages to squirm his way into a reversal, trip Phoenix and roll through with a jackknife pin! One! Two!

Phoenix frees his legs by bridging up at the last moment. Phoenix spins the move around for a backslide, but Wood manages to block it and free an arm to spin Phoenix around into a scoop slam followed by a sharp elbow drop. He sits his masked friend up but lays a nasty kick into his shoulders, prompting Phoenix to kip up out of anger and blast Marvin with a forearm smash that rocks the World’s Champion. The smack of the strike causes the crowd to shudder and gains an equally aggressive forearm from Marvin Wood. Phoenix staggers back yet rebounds with a kick to Marvin’s midsection and then rushes to the ropes only to get caught by Marvin’s wicked snap powerslam. Wood hooks the leg. One! Two! No!

Phoenix kicks out! Wood pulls him up and hits a picture perfect backbreaker followed immediately by a sidewalk slam! With Phoenix down, Marvin goes to the apron and winds his arm up, waiting patiently for either Chad or Phoenix to come to a vertical base. Since Chad remains knocked out, Phoenix gets to his feet soon as Marvin springboards, looking for a diving clothesline but accidentally falls into Phoenix’s single-leg facebreaker counter!! Into the cover, Phoenix may retain the REBEL pro World title!




Chad Kurtis is back in the match! Kurtis pulls Phoenix up off Marvin and nails a brainbuster before going to the ropes and rebounding with a springboard moonsault, which successfully connects with Phoenix’s midsection! Instead of covering, Kurtis runs off again, this time heading skyward for a moonsault transitioned into a nasty elbow drop, but Phoenix manages to roll out of harm's way!! Horribly colliding with the canvas elbow-first, Chad bounces onto a kneeling position as he nurses his hurt elbow, yet two seconds later, Chad is caught by Phoenix’s step-up enziguri! Next, Phoenix pulls Chad between his thighs to parody Kurtis by utilizing a critical flipping piledriver!

Unable to pin Chad due to Marvin stirring, Phoenix grounds his friend once again via single leg-trap Reverse DDT! Now that Marvin is down and out, Phoenix ascends a nearby turnbuckle and takes flight for a beautiful flying elbow drop onto Chad Kurtis that’ll surely be included in the Genesis highlight reel. As a result, The Phoenix garners a consecutive count of three, thus winning the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship! How poetic. A man who openly loathes REBEL Pro becomes their final Heavyweight Champion on REBEL’s archrival’s grandest stage: PWA Genesis.

Superstar/Match of the Year

Emily Corlen/Dome of Destruction

Andy Strickland: Also accepting an award for the PWA Match of the Year... ladies and gentlemen, your 2012 PWA Superstar of the Year... EMILY CORLEN!!!

"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour starts playing over the sound system and the fans in attendance rise to their feet, cheering and clapping as Emily Corlen walks out onto the stage, grinning proudly. She pauses to hit her signature pose, getting an even louder pop from the crowd in attendance, before finally walking to the podium. As the music fades, Emily picks up her Match of the Year award and looks it up and down.

Emily Corlen: Wow, two awards. Match of the Year and Superstar of the Year. Well, between you, me and the trees, the less that's said about the Dome of Destruction, the better... though it's still nice to be able to say I got SOMETHING out of that match.

The crowd laughs as Emily sets down her Match of the Year award and picks up her Superstar of the Year award.

Emily Corlen: This is it... the big one. I mean, I'd love to say that this is a surprise, being named the 2012 PWA Superstar of the Year... but was it? Was it really?

Emily looks down at her award, smirking before continuing.

Emily Corlen: I mean, take a look at the year I had in PWA. Grizzly Beer Champion. World Champion. And let's not forget that in the entirety of 2012, I lost three matches. That's it - three. One to Nightstryker, one to Anna Mathews and the Dome loss that led to the end of my reign as PWA World Champion and my tenure as a member of the Alliance of Wrestling Federations. I beat some of the greatest men and women to ever step foot into a PWA ring during the year 2012... and then some.

Emily takes a deep breath.

Emily Corlen: I'd like to take the time now to address the one simple question that I've gotten ever since I quietly left the PWA at the end of December. That question, of course, is "why". I'm sure a lot of you think that I left as some sort of temper tantrum, or that maybe I was trying to make some kind of statement by walking out or not re-signing a new contract after the run that I had. But the truth?

Emily smirks.

Emily Corlen: Truth is, I needed a break. I was burned out bad. That's really all there is to it. From the day I stepped into the ring for the very first time in 2009 to begin my training to the day I limped out of the Dome with my Championship and my pride unceremoniously stripped from me, I had been going 200 miles an hour. Pushing myself like few people could handle. How else do you think I did in a little over two years what many have never accomplished in their entire career? I didn't leave because I was angry. I left because I needed a vacation, and as long as I was actively competing, I could never allow myself to be anything but my absolute best.

The crowd applauds at this, and a small "Thank you Em" chant breaks out.

Emily Corlen: So I'm left with this. These two awards, the last vestige of my two and a half year run in the AoWF. They're fantastic, truly, and it's an amazing honor, but I'd be lying if I said this was what it was all about. I never did it for the awards, the titles... they're all very nice, but they're just trinkets. I did it to prove that I could. To show the world that I was not a pushover... that I was never a waste of space. When Robinson told me in 2011 that I would never amount to anything in the PWA, I made a conscious decision then and there that not only would I return to PWA, but I would bend the PWA over and make everybody in that company regret ever doubting me. And I did just that. I came, I saw, I whooped ass. I tied the second longest PWA World Championship reign in the history of the company with my very first reign. Mission accomplished.

She grins widely, looking down at her award again.

Emily Corlen: At the end of the day, when it's all said and done, no matter what the revisionists wish to claim about me or what I accomplished... I mattered to this company. Emily Corlen mattered to the past, present and future of the PWA and that can never be taken away from me or my fans.

Emily beams proudly as the crowd cheers louder this time.

Emily Corlen: I said when I first debuted with this company back in 2010 that I didn't want to be the next Riona Langly, Lisa Seldon, Matthew Engel, Raizzor, Sirus Moran, Rob Robinson... you name it. I only wanted to be the first Emily Corlen. I can now say, with definitive proof, that I have done exactly that. I'm sure PWA management thinks I'm easy to replace. I dare them to try.

A sly grin spreads across Em's face as the crowd gets louder.

Emily Corlen: My name is Emily Corlen... I am a once in a lifetime superstar performer... I am the 2012 PWA Superstar of the Year... and you bet your ass I approve this message. Don't let the man get you down... and never stop believing!

With that, Emily holds her award up. "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour starts playing as Emily takes a few steps away from the podium and walks over to the edge of the stage, bowing a few times to the fans. A loud "one more match!" chant starts, leaving Emily to merely chuckle to herself as she hops off the stage and begins wading through the fans, high fiving some and shaking the hands of others.

Puppetlisa Speaks!

We cut backstage to a small little desk. PuppetLisa sits behind it not looking all that pleased to be here.

PuppetLisa: Good evening, my fellow assholes. You know who the fuck I am. What you don't know is that this is supposed to be a build up to quite possibly the most brutal main event in Genesis history. Ya see, we receive a message to do this via a cameraman that just showed up two minutes ago in the midst of yet another match that I and a vast majority of you don't care about. The crazy bitch is preparing for the confrontation, so I got stuck telling all the morons in attendance, the million watching on pay-per-view, and most importantly, the management something that they should've figured out from the beginning.

This match...doesn't need any hype.

On one side of the ring, we have Matt Stone. A soon to be former world champion who thinks his shit don't stink when really, it could kill an elephant. He runs his mouth constantly to the point where every other sentence starts with "Anna Mathews". He uses loopholes to win and nobody does anything about it, causing the utter apathy of both the fans and the PWA as a whole.

On the other side is Anna Mathews who has pretty much kept her mouth shut. She's the second reason why people continue to watch this garbage. I, naturally, am the first. We're hungry for the title because somebody should be and besides, who doesn't love to see people die? Add in the fact that they've been at each others ass for nearly a year because of one thing or another and really, doing this is kind of a waste of time.

So stand back and watch the chaos. Or die in a fire. Whatever.

Fade to black, Cody Bogard style. Except without the dragon replacing the wolf or whatever.

Matt Stone vs Anna Mathews

PWA World Title Match

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!

The pandemonium that normally fills a wrestling crowd turns into a feeling of shock as a sudden gust of wind forces people to hold tighter to their signs and flags of a certain color to flutter.

One, two, three, four…

Drum. Beats. The beginning to ”Never the Best” is met with the fan’s enthusiasm and darkness. Some multicolored swirls slowly cover the ramp while the entrance curtains have a spotlight focus on them. Just enough to see the first glimpse of Anna Mathews. It lasts for a split second as she flickers out just as quick. The tron barrages us with her greatest hits.

Never the best, never the best
Straight to the top, top of the charts
Drag at the top, cream of the flop
Never the best, chasing…chasing the best

In your brain, nobody should come along
In your heart, everyone fakes to be strong
In your soul, you’ll probably take this all wrong in your songs.

The house lights come back on with no sign of her. Cameramen scan all around. Oh, where could she be?

Chasing the best
Licking your bones
Finger trap on
Now you’re, now you’re back!

Right on cue, Anna abruptly teleports into the center of the ring much to the bafflement of television viewers and the anger of management. Everybody else seems to go apeshit over it though. She bounces off the ropes like a pinball, causing the referee to frantically hop out of the ring in the fear of being bowled over by this lunatic. She puts on the brakes in the middle of the ring and starts to spread her arms out slowly embracing tha peepoles!

I give you a little piece of my heart
I give you a little piece of my heart
I give you a little piece of my...HEART!

A backflip, tons of pyro, and four banners of puppets galore on each side complete this cycle as the crowd cheers and the music fades.

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

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a Canada sucks sign and just walks on.

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

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. You don't deserve to see me! He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

Stone and Anna stand across the ring from each other, staring from their respective corners. After a lengthy eyeing up session, the two tentatively begin to maneuver themselves into a more central position within the ring. Finally, they begin to slowly circle the ring, eyes still glued on one another. Then, finally, they lunge forward at each other and into a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

Jon McDaniel: I get the feeling we are gonna start this thing with some technical action.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and we have two of the best in the ring right now!

For a couple of seconds, they hold it there, before Stone releases it and walks away from Anna, putting his torso in-between the second and third ropes to stop the approaching Mathews from laying a finger on him. Anna backs up away from Stone, and Matt quickly re-enters into the ring and the two begin to circle the ring again. Eventually, they lock it up with another collar-and-elbow tie-up.

This time, both of them keep the lock tied up, until Mathews releases and goes behind into a reverse bear hug! Stone reaches over his shoulder, grabbing Anna’s arm and then pulling Anna over his shoulder and onto the mat. Stone over hooks Anna’s arm and puts in the arm lock. Stone wrenches up, and Anna lets out a murmur of pain. After a few seconds of strenuous struggling, Anna forces her way up to her feet with the move still locked in. The Dodo Queen hits a couple of elbows to the Straight Shooter’s midsection, before charging back into one of the four corners. The Straight Shooter’s head bounces off the top turnbuckle, and his armbar is released. Anna quickly puts a forearm in Stone’s face, arching him over the turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: The referee has to get in there and break it up.

As if he overhead Jon, the referee quickly gets in-between them and Anna backs away from the Straight Shooter, allowing Matt Stone to come out of the corner as well.

Brian Rentfro: And he does, and we get a clean break.

The Dodo Queen lets out a cheeky smile at Stone, and the two again begin to circle the ring.

This time, as they go in for another collar-and-elbow tie-up, Anna Mathews instantly changes the attempt into a headlock. The hold is locked in for a few seconds before Anna changes the headlock into a snap mare, whipping Stone over onto a seated position, before locking in a bow-and-arrow hold, wrenching Stone’s arms back by his wrists. After about ten seconds, the Straight Shooter lifts his rear end off the mat so that he is bridged over Anna’s knee, his wrists still being extended either side of him. Then, the Straight Shooter begins to rotate around, taking Anna with him so that now Stone is facing the back of Anna’s head with the Master of Time & Space’s wrists hooked by Stone this time around. Now, the wrists were released and the Straight Shooter put in a reverse bear hug of his own, before charging into the corner, so that the Super Awesome Anna’s chest hits the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Let’s see if we get a clean break from Matt Stone.

Again, the referee is quickly in to force a rope break. Matt Stone slowly and tentatively backs away from Mathews, and as the Dodo Queen turns, Matt Stone lets out a little smirk of his own.

Brian Rentfro: He does. Looks like we are going to get a nice, clean, respectable bout.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, but I think it’ll be competitive nonetheless.

Mathews quickly turns out of the corner and walks toward Matt Stone, trying to lock in a grabble, but Stone ducks it and goes into a reverse bear hug before charging into one of the sets of ropes. Anna Mathews hooks the top rope with his arms to stop Stone rolling backward into a pin, but instead the Straight Shooter hits a pair of forearms into the lower section of Anna’s back. The Dodo Queen hits an elbow to the side of Stone’s head, causing the Shooter to stumble back into the middle of the ring. Anna charges in attempting a clothesline, but Matt Stone ducks and slaps on another reverse bearhug, this time succeeding in charging into the ropes and rolling backward into a pinning predicament.



No, Anna sits up and pulls the Straight Shooter down by his trunks, and attempts to lock in the anaconda vice. However, Stone rolls over toward the ropes, hooking the bottom rope with his right arm. Again, the referee is right in there to break it up because of the rope break, counting to five, with the Dodo breaking it up at four.

Jon McDaniel: The Straight Shooter looked desperate to get out of that hold.

Brian Rentfro: Who wouldn’t? I think it’s pretty obvious that when Anna gets the move in, the match is over.

After both women have made their way to their feet, Anna charges in at the Stone with all her speed, attempting a clothesline, but no, the Stoner turns and hooks the arm as soon as Anna comes to pass and takes the Dodo down to the ground, going for the Stoner’s crippler crossface.

Anna begins to struggle like a fish out of water, flapping toward the ropes. Eventually, she manages to hook the bottom rope with her arm, almost a carbon copy of the Stoner in the same predicament a couple of moments ago.

Jon McDaniel: Roles reversed again!

Brian Rentfro: And we talk about the Anaconda Vice being the signal for the end of the match, well, the Stone’s crippler gives off that exact same ending.

Again, the two slowly and tentatively make their way to their feet. Another collar-and-elbow tie up is locked in, and Anna backs Stone into one of the corners. As soon as Matt’s back touches the turnbuckles, Mathews releases the collar-and-elbow and instead Irish whips him into the opposite corner. As Stone stumbles out of the corner, he is taken down by a leaping clothesline from the Dodo. Matt Stone is back up onto his feet quick but is taken down again by a hard knife-edge chop! Stone, again, gets up to his feet and walks toward another clothesline, but it’s ducked and the Stoner goes behind and rolls her up with a schoolboy. One! Two! Anna kicks out, and instead of turning to face the Stoner, she quickly slides under the bottom rope and faces the ramp, her hands on her hips.

Jon McDaniel: And Anna bails out of this match-up midstream!

Brian Rentfro: You call it bailing out; I call it smart, Jon. Anna could sense that the Stoner was one step ahead of her, so she takes a second out and catches her bearings.

The Dodo Queen turns to face the ring again, but as soon as she does, she is taken out by a suicide dive from Matt Stone! Matt bounces up to his feet with a smile on his face, before turning to pick up the Queen of Dodos. He begins to Irish Whip her at the steel steps, but Anna reverses it into an Irish Whip of her own! However, the Stoner manages to stop himself from colliding with the steps, and turns to see Anna charging at him, attempting a clothesline. Matt ducks and then flapjacks Anna onto the steel steps!



Matt picks up Anna and throws her into the ring, before sliding in after her. The cover is slapped on, and the leg is hooked. One! Two! The Dodo Queen gets a shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: I think it took Matt a few seconds too long to get the Dodo into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: That’s one of the benefits of being one hundred and twenty pounds. Stone is a weak ass punk bitch.

The Stoner makes his way to his feet and, after a couple of stomps, Matt picks Anna up onto her feet. Matt shows off some incredible strength in order to lift Anna up off her feet and slamming her down with a scoop slam. Matt follows it up with an attempt at dropping an elbow, but no, the Dodo rolls to one side.

Matt cradles his arm, trying to comfort the pain, but then he begins to make his ascent to his feet. However, as soon as he turns around, the charging Anna hits him with a single leg running front drop kick! The cover is put on and the far leg is hooked!



No, the STONE gets a shoulder up!

Anna Mathews kneels up from the pin, her hands on her hips, breathing hard. The Dodo then lifts the STONE up off the mat. Anna goes behind and applies a reverse bear hug, before lifting him up and slamming him down with an EPIC German Suplex THAT ALMOST BREAKS STONER’S GODDAMN NECK. Now, she holds in the grounded bearhug with the intention of not letting it go.

Around a minute and a half pass, with the STONE slowly passing away, until the referee begins to check his arm. He lifts it up and then begins to drop it


Jon McDaniel: Wow, Anna Mathews’ strength is just brutal. I think the STONE-STONE is fading away here!

Brian Rentfro: I wouldn’t count out STONE-STONE just yet; the guy has the heart of a STONE!

The referee points to the timekeeper so that he recognizes that the first drop has taken place. Then, he re-lifts it and lets it fall a second time.

Jon McDaniel: But it’s looking more and more likely like Anna is gonna end this match here!

Again, the referee tells the timekeeper that the second drop has taken place, before turning back to the STONE and lifting the arm up a third time, before dropping it!!








No, the STONE stops his arm from dropping to the canvas and begins to gain some momentum!! Then, he works his way to his feet before hitting a couple of elbows into the midsection of Anna! The bearhug is all but released, and Matt then attempts to run to the ropes in order to free himself, but Anna grabs a handful of hair and yanks him back toward himself, before unleashing a vicious ROCK BOTTOM straight into a cover!!



No, again, Matt stone gets a shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: STONE-STONE’s resilience is second to none!

Brian Rentfro: Engel and Jethro got nothing to do with this!

Anna again makes her way to her feet, lifting the Stoner up with her. Anna whips the STONE off the ropes and ducks, ready to give him a back body drop, but the STONE works out what Anna is about to do, and instead leaps over the top of Anna and rolls him up with a sunset flip, straight into a cover.



No, Anna kicks out and the two fight their way to their feet. The Dodo attempts a clothesline, but the STONE ducks and rolls Anna up with a schoolboy again.



Again, Anna kicks up, and the two again force there way to their feet. STONE attempts a clothesline, but the Dodo ducks. STONE stumbles forward so that he is a couple of yards away from Anna, before charging back at him. The Dodo again goes for a back body drop, but STONE tries the sunset flip again. However, this time, when the STONE is down with his back on the mat, trying to pull Anna down into the pin, Anna manages to steady herself, before reaching down and putting her hands around Matt’s neck. Then, with a strain, she yanks Matt up off the mat and onto his feet, before pushing him away and then Irish whipping him into the opposite set of ropes. As Matt returns, he gets a knee to the midsection, which sends him flipping onto HIS FUCKING NECK! Anna gets a cover.

No! Again, the STONE-STONE manages to get a shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Another quick exchange from these two fine PWA athletes.

Brian Rentfro: It’s hard to even commentate on this action; words just don’t do it justice!

Jon McDaniel: That’s what we’ve come to expect from Pioneer Wrestling Association!

Anna, becoming more and more frustrated, lifts Matt up and whips him into the corner, before charging in and attempting a clothesline. But this time, Matt manages to duck the blow and Anna’s back slams into the corner. Then, before the Dodo can catch her bearings, STONE-STONE charges in and hits a shoulder into Anna’s midsection.

The Stoner doesn’t bother to get out of the corner; instead, he uses his position to force Anna up onto the top rope so that she is seated on the third turnbuckle. The Stoner follows her up there, and puts his own head underneath Anna’s arm, preparing to hit an atomic drop. However, Anna quickly realizes this, and uses the arm that Stone’s head is beneath to drive the point of her elbow into the top of Matt’s head. Matt stumbles, but hooks the top rope with his fingers to stop himself falling backwards. Then, Anna puts her head side by side with Matt’s, before hooking his calves and lifting him up onto her shoulder in position for the musclebuster!!! However, before Anna can stand up on the second rope, the Stoner forces his knee down onto the top of the Dodo’s head, before dropping down onto the apron from Anna’s shoulder – the Dodo still seated on the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: This could get ugly! You have a 120 pound woman on the top rope!

Brian Rentfro: But Anna has already proved that she is one of the most versatile athletes in the world. She’s strong, she’s agile, she’s smart. She has all it takes to be one of the greatest champions in PWA history.

Jumping ridiculously high off the ground, Stone tries to hurricanrana Anna off the turnbuckle, BUT she counters with a powerbomb!!! Anna goes for the cover - 1! 2! - NOPE! Stone reverses for an inside cradle! Again with a reversal, now Anna has the cradle! Nope, now Stone!

Jon McDaniel: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! Stone gots his hand on the bottom rope!

Brian Rentfro: Stone's trying to steal a victory!

But Anna kicks out! However, due to Anna's deceptive strength, when she kicked out, her push forces Stone backward into the referee! And Stone's elbow bashes the referee! The ref is down! Stone turns and sees the fallen referee, distracting him for a moment while Anna springs forward and sends him flying over the top drop with a lariat. Stone his the ground hard near the time keeper's table.

Back in the ring, Anna runs to the ropes on the far side away from Stone, bounces off to charge toward him and flies over the top rope with a suicide dive. Just before she hits him, Stone twists around and smashes Mathews in the face the PWA World title belt!

Jon McDaniel: No!

Brian Rentfro: That was my favorite move of the entire show!

Anna is busted open and bleeding profusely. Stone picks her up and rolls her into the ring, following right behind. Stone grabs the ref and drags him over to the corner and drops down to make the pinfall. The groggy ref counts...



Anna puts her foot on the bottom rope, but the ref doesn't see!


Jon McDaniel: Stone just robbed Anna of the World title!

Brian Rentfro: Damn, that was some amazing strategy by the champ!

Eric Emerson: Your winner and STILL PWA World champion... Matt Stone!

Stone grabs his title from Emerson and rolls out of the ring as the EMTs rush down to take care of the probably concussed Mathews.