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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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04-14-2013


The Figgified Nation Strikes


Similar to the events of last week we are lead to the outside of the arena where fans are protesting at the doors.But that is where the similarities end. The numbers have grown now, by at least ten fold, maybe even more so, one stops counting when the crowd get's past one hundred, honestly. And instead of the simple protesting, people pounding on doors, throwing things, as well as pissing on plants. Yeah, don't think we are unable to see you in the corner, filthy hippy. Of course this once more demands some attention before anything gets destroyed or more plants get pissed on. Fantastic Andy, flanked by four of the event staff walks out, megaphone in hand. Andy raises the megaphone to his lips and is ready to speak before a figure in a hood dashes past him and takes the megaphone before retreating back to the street, and perching himself upon the hood of a red SUV.

???: You cannot deny us any longer, Andy. WE are the fans, we are the ones who pay for your tickets, your pay per views, your merchandice, your two dollar nachos. With out us you and the management would be unable to sign any checks. Your talent wouldn't get paid, your maintenance of the PWA dome would slide, you'd lose your Television slot. Do you really want that? Then keep denying these fans and it will all come true. But these fans have a voice Andy, one that is loud, one that can send shock waves through the wrestling world. So I am here, to answer that voice, before the foundations of PWA begin to tremble beneath their might.

The figure tosses back his hood to reveal Jacob Figgins. A determined edge in his eyes as he glares daggers right at Andy.

Figgins: You see, yeah I was going to play your game, and wait it out until you get your head out of your ass. But these fans made me realise that this is the time for action. If we all sat back and let you run things the way you have, that there wouldn't be a PWA to watch. So here I am Andy, this isn't a plea to let me back in. There isn't going to be any diplomacy from my end. No, I am afraid the only dimplomacy that is going to be done is from you.

Andy glares daggers at Figgy in return

Fantastic Andy: Are you kidding me, you are banned from the arena. You cannot step foot on our property. If you do, these nice young men will be here to escort you out, and guess what? You would have no possible way of ever renewing that contract of yours. Because I would shred it up. I have the power to determine whether you are out on the streets, or Filling seats. Bring as many fans as you like to shout for you, but I still have the power.

Figgins cant help but chuckle at Andy's words. He shook his head and wiggled an index finger side to side.

Figgins: “Andy, Andy, Andy. You have a lot of back bone when you are surrounded by all those guards don't you? But here is the problem, these fans are not here to simply shout their protests. They are here to invade. What are four guards going to do against four hundred angry fans?”

Figgins seemed to entertain that thought in his mind while he stroked his chin. Before he raises his left arm and points directly at Andy.

Figgins: In fact, let's find out, CHARGE!!

The fans immediately begin to storm the arena, Fantastic Andy's eyes widen as he runs inside leaving behind the security to deal with the situation.

The Bulldog


Bud Adams stands next to "The Boston Bulldog" Shawn O'Reilly.

Adams: Wrestling fans, there's a new force here in The PWA. He hails from Boston, Massachusetts. He is "The Boston Bulldog" Shawn O'Reilly. Bulldog, you have an entertaining in ring style that should make you a fan favorite here. Welcome to the PWA

O'Reilly: The pleasure's all yours, Adams. You know somethin. Let's just stop right here. Get it straight! I'm not here to entertain the fans. If they wanna cheer me, fine. If they wanna boo me, fine. I'm here for three things:
1. To beat people up.
2. To win the PWA World Title.
3. To make alot of money.

I'm not here to be liked. I was liked at the last company I was with. It didn't end well.

Adams: Your style is a blend of hard hitting Japanese "Strong Style" wrestling and Mexican "Lucha Libre" high flying style. How do you think you stack up against the rest of the PWA stars?

O'Reilly: I stand above them all. It's only a matter of time before I hold a title here. Noone here can touch me. In the ring, on the mike, in the gym. I have no equal.

Adams: Some fans remember your character from early in your career of the wisecracking, hard-drinking Irish Bostonian "Paddy O'Furniture." I know that was 12 years ago, but how have you.....(O'Reilly grabs him by the lapels of his jacket)....C'mon, Shawn....don't..

O'Reilly: LISTEN TO ME YOU SONOVA*****! DON'T YOU EVER! EVER! BRING THAT CRAP UP AGAIN! THAT AIN'T ME NO MORE! (let's go of Bud and tries to calm down.) Lookit, that was years ago. I was a naive rookie. I was told that, without a gimmick, I wouldn't "get over" with the fans. So I sold myself out for the cheers of all these people. But I'm a little older now. A little wiser. I realize that I don't need these people to support me to be a success. So no more fun and games. No more catchphrases and gimmicks. You will never hear my say "Wicked awesome," or "Top o' da mornin to ya," or talk about that I'm from "Baston." I'm not in this for the fans anymore. I'm in this for me.

Adams (flustered): ok, ok. So do you have any message for the fans.

O'Reilly: Yeah. Don't try to shake my hand. Don't come up to me after the matches, at a restaurant, at a hotel or airport to ask for an autograph that you'll try to sell on Ebay. Don't walk up on me, get all up under me, and pull out your phone to take a picture with me, so you can post it on Facebook or Twitter and talk about how we're friends. Just sit back and watch me do my thing in the squared circle. I'm done here. Like I said, it's been your pleasure. (walks off the set, leaving Bud Adams exasperated.)

We fade to ringside.

Tina Madison vs Sick Puppy vs Anthony Frusciante vs Shawn O'Reilly

4 Corners Elimination Match


Each competitor stands at the ready in their corners. All of them rush each other as the bell rings, but Tina quickly puts on the brakes as Shawn O’Reilly with a scoop powerslam on Sick Puppy puts him down to the canvas. Anthony Frusciante slowly approaches Tina Madison who quickly runs forward and hits a running knee strike on Anthony. Sick Puppy is up and hits a triple spin tornado back breaker on The Boston Bulldog that has the crowd roar with approval as the ring shakes. As Tina turns and makes another run at Anthony Frusciante, Anthony ducks a clothesline attempt from her and as Tina bounces off the ropes he lays her down to the canvas with a stunning dropkick. Tina Madison pulls herself up but Anthony with an Olympic slam puts her right back down. Frusciante goes for the cover but only gets a 1 and a half as Tina kicks out. Sick Puppy is taking the fight to Shawn O’Reilly in the corner, a series of lefts and rights that have the fans dizzy with action in all four corners of the ring. Sick Puppy pulls back but this gives O’Reilly the chance to catch Puppy with an exploder suplex that again shakes the ring. Anthony tries to grapple with Tina Madison but with Ford outside the ring yelling at her to avoid it, she masterfully does and then lays Frusciante out with a sit out facebuster. She covers but only gets a 2 count herself. Meanwhile O’Reilly lifts Sick Puppy back up and Sick Puppy elbows him across the face and begins to set up O’Reilly for his patented finisher, RABIES! But O’Reilly manages to slip free, only to be find Puppy hit a shoulder tackle that sends O’Reilly up and out of the ring. Frusciante at the same time this is going on chucks Tina Madison by her hair over the ropes on the opposite end of the ring. The Boston Bulldog is yelling at Sick Puppy as they exchange words but Anthony Frusciante climbs up to the top rope and this is when Sick Puppy notices him. He turns but it’s too late as Frusciante hits AROUND THE WORLD! 1! 2!! 3!!!

ELIMINATED: Sick Puppy by Anthony Frusciante

Puppy rolls out of the ring dazed and O’Reilly begins to work him over on the outside, and referee Dwayne Cross has no choice but to forgo counting O’Reilly on the outside as Tina Madison slides into the ring behind Anthony Frusciante. She hits DIRECTORS CUT on Anthony Frusciante out of nowhere and the crowd cheers wildly for her as Clark Ford and Alex Jameson root Tina on as she covers. 1! Meanwhile outside the ring, Sick Puppy whips Shawn O’Reilly shoulder first into the steel steps! 2!! Shawn recovers outside and catches Puppy with a DDT onto those very same steel steps! 3!!! Tina Madison rolls off Anthony Frusciante with pure joy and excitement!

ELIMINATED: Anthony Frusciante by Tina Madison

The Boston Bulldog rolls into the ring as Anthony rolls out and security comes to pull Sick Puppy away. O’Reilly favors his shoulder and Tina Madison is not distracted like Anthony was. They both begin circling the ring but there is a clear physical disadvantage for Tina Madison here. Tina with a superkick pushes Shawn back but it does not drop the 6’2, 220 pound Boston Bulldog. She slaps him across the face, but Shawn O’Reilly merely smiles. Perhaps both at the slap, and at Sick Puppy yelling back at him from atop the entrance ramp as he’s finally forced backstage. Madison unleashes a flurry of elbow strikes but then O’Reilly hip tosses her. She’s right back up and O’Reilly gets her flustered with an arm drag. The crowd is on their feet, cheering strongly for Tina Madison. Shawn O’Reilly with a snapmare puts Tina to the canvas. Tina is back to her feet and she decides to hit the ropes and perform a cross-body block. He catches her, and then just puts her down to a standing position. He looks at her, smiles.

Shawn O’Reilly: Why don't you just lay down, let me pin you, then we can go out and have some real fun.

The microphones in the cameras pick up what he says as Tina grins and appears to say okay. She motions for him to lean in so she can give him that kiss he so very much wanted when they ran into each other at Finney’s Hit Squad MMA Gym earlier in the week. He leans in, and she catches him with a head kick that spins him around to one knee. The crowd goes WILD for Tina Madison as Shawn O’Reilly seems none too pleased as he gets to his feet. Tina bounces off the ropes and comes at him, going for a running knee strike as she hit on Frusciante earlier but O’Reilly counters it and HITS THE BULLDOG DRIVER!!! The crowd shudders and screams from the sickening thud of that moneymaker piledriver.

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Jameson and Ford try to get in the ring, but referee Dwayne Cross warns them to pull themselves back. At first O'Reilly looks shocked, disappointed, and almost disgusted at what he just did. Then a small grin crosses his face. Tina Madison is not moving as the camera zooms in on O’Reilly while he looks down over her.

Shawn O’Reilly: You shoulda just gave me that kiss, darlin.'

O'Reilly goes for the cover and hooks the leg, albeit it entirely unnecessary.

1!

2!!

3!!!

ELIMINATED: Tina Madison by Shawn O’Reilly

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, The Boston Bulldog… SHAWN O’REILLY!!!!

Shawn looks down at Tina and then kisses her on the cheek. Jameson runs in and is promptly given a Bulldog Driver for his troubles. While that is happening, Ford enters the ring and goes over to Madison. He's visibly shaken as he cradles her head in his hands. O'Reilly walks over to them, standing over Ford.

Shawn O’Reilly: Tell Tina to give me a call when she wakes up.

Ford: YOU SONOVABITCH! GET OUT OF HERE! HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH!?

The crowd boos intensely as Shawn O’Reilly exits the ring. The fans reigning insults, cusses and a chorus of boos as he makes his way up the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: I’ve seen plenty of twisted men in my time, but this guy is really sickening.

Brian Rentfro: Even I’d say that may’ve been a bit too much. Poor Tina, but the crowd certainly loves her.

O’Reilly grins as he exits the stage with the fans still booing him.

Jon McDaniel: But they don’t like him.

Vic Wagner vs Jamie Lockheart vs May Havoc

Triple Threat Match


DING DING!

Jon McDaniel: "Here we go, a match that will be sure to slap the taste out of everyone's mouth. Each competitor here is capable of great things, let's see what hap-"

Hunter Sullivan: "Hold up, hold it. Wait wait just one moment here guys."

Jon Mcdaniel: 'What's this guy doing out here? We have a match going on."

Wagner immediately looks to the stage where none other than the Viper is waltzing out cradling a steel chair in his hand. The former 'Kid Chaos' glances over to his two opponents who are equally confused, irked at the interruption.


Hunter Sullivan: "Hey now, don't look so worried. I'm just out here to watch."

Hunter unfolds the chair and sets it up neatly on the stage.

Hunter Sullivan: "After all, I wouldn't want to sabotage what's sure to be a stupendous match. The only problem here however, is Mr. Black Magic, I'm not sure he can keep up. I'm really not sure he has the ability to hang with such top notch competition see. To remedy this situation, I decided that I'd give Wagner a few pointers throughout the night. Y'know, one professional to the next."

Vic snarls a few harsh words towards the stage and his antagonist, Hunter smugly takes his seat, leanign back with a live microphone in his hand. May and Jamie confusingly look to eat other as this whole scenario plays out.

Hunter: "Tip Number one Wagner, And really this is the most important tip of all, keep your eyes on your opponents and your focus on the match."

With that Jamie lockheart and May Havoc have momentarily teamed up long enough to connect with a double dropkick, viciously sending Wagner into the turnbuckle. The technical wrestler staggers back out holding his chest receiving a double teamed belly to back suplex! Wagner cringes in pain rolling across the ring, grabbing the ropes there to bring himself to his feet. First things first, May Havoc rushes in and nails a body splash, rolling along the ropes and out of the way for the second running European uppercut to slice under Vic's neck. Wagner drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring, holding his chest in writhing pain.

Hunter: "Running away Wagner? That's not going to get you the win here tonight, ya coward."

May goes for the capitalization leaping to the top rope, but momentary alliances have ended, Jamie grabs her foot and throats her sickly off the top rope! She's back to her feet fast but only out of instinct, Jamie takes the lead in the match, pressing her into the turnbuckle, unleashing several rapid elbows across the jaw. Lockheart flings the Grizzly Beer champion effortlessly across the ring and follows up with another runnign eur-kick to the teeth! May fights back and jumps to the second rope, leaping and catching Jamie in a Sunset flip!

1

2-Kickout.

Hunter: "Tip number two Wagner, you can't win the match while your crying on the outside like a little bitch."

Jamie and May speed back to their feet with the champ connecting with a flashy armdrag. Jamie is to his feet quickly and doesn't learn his lesson, nailed with another armdrag. Third time is the charm as he returns to his feet and nope, this time he hits the canvas from a drop sault! Instead of speeding back to his feet this time Jamie gets himself up along the ropes. May is pumped and regardless of the crowd's reaction to her, goes balls deep with a crossbo-Jamie drops the top rope! May catches herself on the apron! SPRINGBO- Wagner clips her leg and throws her from the apron, sliding into the ring.

Hunter: "Thatta boy, chop chop Wagner, you got a lot of work to do yet!"

Wagner and Jamie lock up with the more technically advanced of the two getting the go behind. Not letting Jamie muster a retort Wagner sweeps him with a Russian take down. Wagner locks the arm but a struggling Lockheart elbows back with his free arm and twirls through, locking Wagners arm in retort. Vic frustratingly tries to out grapple the situation but can't get his arm loose. Shitting on the rulebook Wagner rakes the eyes and quickly shifts into a successful Fujiwara armbar before the ref even notices.

Hunter: "Sloppy Wagner, so, so sloppy. Look at that form, and he's right next to the rope, terrible terrible, 4/10."

Wagner grits his teeth and archs the arm harder making Jamie yelp in pain. It's at this point that the Grizzly champion returns from her minor absence and hits the ring, running the ropes and breaking the submission with a basebal- Wagner leaps to his feet letting the move fling Jamie to the apron under the rope! Vic gets the advantage first, chopping May into the turnbuckle where he connects with a sick snapmare! Jamie is back into the fray making maybe one of the only times in this match where all three individuals are involved in the action, connecting with a drop kick across May's chest. Wagner switches focus and speeds in for a lariat only to receive a leap frog for his effort! Jamie stalks his opponent and flings himself with a step up enzugur- Wagner turns around and ducks the enzuguri! Hooking both the legs now the former Grizzly champion stands in half a surfboard, stomping a vicious knee smash into both Lockheart's knees! Wagner is speedy to follow up, surfboard is locked in and Jamie finds himself on the brunt end of another submission! MOOONNNNNSAAAULLT!!!!

Fans: "HOLT SHIT."

Havoc springboards off the ropes and crashes down on both wrestlers with such a sickening car wreck of a moonsault!

Hunter Sullivan: "Come on now Wagner, is that the best you can do? May here is outshining you at every corner. Can you even hear me after that? Jesus Christ, someone pin that man."

As if she didn't plan to do it anyway, May pulls in for the cover, hooking the legs of Vic Wagner who just had two people topple down atop of him.

1

2

KICKOUT~!

Hunter Sullivan: "Well, at least we know you can take a beating; after all, you're used to it."

May's not impressed, aggressively pounding in on Wagner who covers up! Getting in a good few shots havoc drags one of the former Grizzly Beer champions to his feet, pushing him roughly into the turnbuckle. Turning around May runs to the other side of the ring and back for a high knee, bouncing off the second rope and hitting a hurricanranna out! Wagner is rattled back to life and back to his feet, turning around into a running DDT attempt! No, Wagner dumps her onto the apron and elbows her viciously off again! She catches herself on the barricade, turning around into a vicious suicide dive!

Hunter: "Oh come on, big shot does a suicide dive, welcome to every match ever. Boooring! I'm going to take a nap up here on stage if you don't start doing something impressive. Point Number three, stop sucking."

Wagner takes a moment to get to his feet, wounded and hurt. Using the barricade to his advantage Vic fires a middle finger Sullivan's way. The Black Magic Bastard brings his attention back to Havoc, dragging her the rest of the way up, whipping her viciously into the steel steps! It doesn't work as she leaps over the steel and performs a perfect gymnastic roll on the other side of the steps! May turns around and taunts Vic immaturely and amusingly bringing a small golf clap from the fans. Wagner gets irked, chasing after her as she hightails it out of there and around the ring. Wagner is close behind, an arm's reach away when they take a sharp turn. May whips herself around the steel poll with a tiger feign kick, under the bottom rope and apron behind Wagner now! Sleeper hold!

Hunter: "See, that's what I'm talking about. Innovative and practical. What are you even doing in there dude? making a fool of yourself? point Four Get her off of you ya little shit."

With that Wagner flings in a circle smashing the Grizzly Champion into the turnbuckle!

Hunter: "There we go, keep it up jackass."

Hunter claps slowly on the ramp, leaning back and smugly looking down the ramp at his rival for the moment. Wagner grunts, he has a viciously irritated look on his face as he grabs Havoc and sloppy tosses her into the ring. May has trouble getting to her feet but she manages it, staggering along the ropes to the turnbuckle. By this time Mr. Black Magic is back into the ring, charging with a vicious shoulder tackle! May doubles over, receiving several shoulder thrust follow ups! Vic taunts Sullivan as he hits the ropes and runs back for a- CHAOTIC MASTERPIECE! Wagner was cut off at the turn by the almost forgotten Lockheart! May climbs to the second rope and leaps trying to catch Jamie- MAELSTROM!

Hunter: "OH SNAP! Cover Wanger, do it, do it!"

Jamie gives Sullivan the evil eyes after completely wiping out the entire ring, covering Wagner!

Hunter: "ONE, TWO THREE!"

Two count!

Hunter: "G.o.D damn it."

Jamie isn't done yet, switching his attention to May, covering her as well!

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

Jamie thrashes his fists onto the mat, looking to the top rope, signaling for the end! BLAME LOCKHEAR- WAGNER ROLLS! Jamie slams the mat viciously holding his chest in pain! No one is there to capitalize, Wagner is still out of it from the neckbreaker! Everyone is making their way to their feet slowly and independent of each other, all lined up in a perfect triangle. Jamie fire out an elbow shot, knocking Havoc back. Wagner headbuts Lockheart! May double chops Vic! The trio starts getting to their feet, trading back and forth a flurry of strikes! The fans are cheering on the sideline and Sullivan looks disgruntled. Jamie looks fired up! He blocks Wagner's punch, Uppercut retort. A harsh back elbow for May! lockheart is taking complete control of the striking battle, fighting back two people with a flurry of elbows and knees! A Jamie Lockheart Chant starts up as the wrestler fires himself into the ropes and returns for a- Double Lariat! Jamie goes down hard and holds his head!

Hunter Sullivan: "Hmph."

Wagner and MAy stagger away from each other for a moment but it's only an impulse, May attacks first with another DropSault! No! Wagner catches it! he crosses the legs and hooks between the hole, turning! TEXAS CLOVER LEAF!

Hunter Sullivan: "You sonvah BITCH!"

Wagner glares at the stage as Hunter becomes absolutely livid, standing up off the chair and kicking it over!

Hunter Sullivan: "You don't have the arch right, you don't have the grip tight enough, it's all wrong! How DARE you!"

Wagner loves it, washing all over with the absolute irritation from his antagonizing friend. May grips the canvas and lifts her hand up into the air, she might tap, her hand lowers but comes back up, she's fighting it in her head! Fans are cheering intently along with what their seeing, Vic is stealing Hunter's finisher and it's causing pure pandemonium.

Hunter Sullivan:"Tip Number 5, don't piss me off!"

With that Sullivan rushes down to ring side, jumping onto the apron! Wagner lets out of the hold and soars forward for a fight!

The ref is in the way and stops the conflict! The Viper steals a rather cheshire grin and Hunter merely drops off the apron. Wagner leans against the ropes and yells out, calling the man a coward!

Hunter Sullivan: "Tip Number one Jackass."

With that a confused Vic Wagner is grabbed from behind! SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

"Meet The Monster" hits as May Havoc rolls out of the ring before the ref can even raise her hand. Hunter rolls into the ring! Wagner stands up in a daze turning around into a VIPER SNAP! Wagner goes down with a lump!

Hunter Sullivan: "Excuse me for a moment Wagner while I show you how it's done. You make sure you grab a stern hold of the legs, placing the ankle behind the knee as such. See? Now before you make the turn however, you hoist up, perfecting the arch and turning. Make sure you are interlocking your fingers between the gap made!"

With that Sullivan steps over and arches back with a high angle Texas Clover Leaf!

Hunter Sullivan: "AND THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE!"

Wagner screeches out in pain, grabbing the nearby rope to no avail! The ref is trying to haul the Technical Icon off Wagner with no success! A secondary ref slides into the ring, both individuals struggling with the Viper. They finally succeed, leading to an egotistical Viper marching around in victory.

William Mercy vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match


DING DING!

After the entrances of Cody Bogard and William Mercy, the two warriors put on one hell of a fight that got the crowd riled up. Starting the match was a showcase of strength, as the two men exchanged holds and high-impact moves to try to wear each other down. They moved along to brutal striking, Cody tearing Mercy down with a lot of kicks from every direction, while Mercy wrapped Cody up with chops and devastating headbutts. The match stayed pretty even throughout most of it, and then Cody Bogard emerged with a big string of offensive moves that nearly got him a three count.

Mercy had to do something drastic to change the momentum, so he managed to dodge Cody's Excalibur Slash and plant Cody in the middle of the ring with a huge sidewalk slam. Mercy then nailed Cody with a top rope elbow drop to the heart. Mercy nearly had his own three count on Cody, but Cody got his shoulder up just in time. The crowd was on their feet as both men took it down to the wire, fighting with everything they had in them.

Mercy gets a boot to the stomach by Bogard, who tries for Hero Time - NO! Mercy shoves Cody away, and then nails Cody with an uppercut to the gut. Mercy plants Cody in the middle of the ring with State of Mercy!

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Winner: William Mercy in 12:15

After Emerson announced the winner, Cody and Mercy were back on their feet. The crowd was chanting "BO-GARD!" and even some were chanting "MER-CY!" Cody attempted to shake hands with Mercy, but Mercy shook his head and slapped Cody's hand away. Cody shrugged his shoulders and left the ring, walking up the rampway.

Jon McDaniel: Typical jerk move, Cody tried to show the guy he enjoyed the match and the damn good fight we saw, but Mercy couldn't bring himself to be a professional.

Brian Rentfro: Well have you seen what Mercy has been doing lately? He's not exactly the professional type. Plus Mercy won! He gets to do what he wants!

Meanwhile, Jethro Hayes came bearing down the rampway at full speed!

Jon McDaniel: Oh man things are about to heat up!

Hayes hits the ring and Mercy sees him just in time. Mercy drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Hayes follows him and climbs through the ropes but Mercy nails Hayes in the head with a running dropkick! Hayes tumbles to the mat and Mercy hightails it out of there.

Brian Rentfro: A smart move, Jon. Mercy needs complete control and he got it right back.

Jon McDaniel: You say smart, I saw cowardly.

Brian Rentfro: Of course you would. You're as dumb as Jethro is.

Hayes makes it back up to his feet and notices Mercy has fled. He snickers and grabs a microphone, rolling into the ring.

Jethro Hayes: Look at that, folks. The first sign of trouble, he disappears. The first sign he loses an ounce of control, he retreats. William Mercy is no Jethro Hayes. I am the Southern Hero and one of the toughest son of a bitches around here. Mercy broke my jaw last week, and yet here I am! Looking for a fight!

Hayes gets pumped up, so does the crowd.

Jethro Hayes: And where is Mercy?

He shakes his head.

Jethro Hayes: I'm ready for whatever you got, Billy. Maybe it's time you realized that.

Hayes drops the mic as "Ride Through the Country" by Colt Ford hits the sound system. Hayes climbs out of the ring and heads up the rampway as the crowd roars on.

Run Forest Run!


We are lead backstage to find Figgins hot on the heels of Fantastic Andy, it being quite clear that the security guards were made quick work of. Andy seemed to turn a corner that lead toward the parking lot of the arena, when Figgins followed, Andy was no where to be seen. But before Figgins could even scratch his head, a flying potted plant came at Figgy. Figgins threw up his arms to block as it shattered. Andy using the confusion to once more retreat to the parking lot

Figgins: That's not very nice!

Figgins continues his chase but finds Andy leaping into his car, without even shutting the door, Andy speeds off

Hunter Sullivan vs Viktor Stone


Eric Emerson: And now introducing…

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

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

Eric Emerson: Coming in at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

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

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford , CT …

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

Eric Emerson: He is the former PWA Television IC & Unified Champion…he is “THE BEAST” VIKTOR STONE!!!!

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

Eric begins his announcement.

"Introducing his oponent from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN"
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.

Ding Ding

Jon McDaniel: Brian, this promises to be a very technical bout between these two.

Brian Rentfro: Both returning after a fairly lengthy abscence.

Collar and elbow lock up center ring. Hunter with a wristlock into a hammerlock, but Viktor quickly reverses into a wristlock and hammerlock of his own. Hunter with a quick dart and a duck is beside Stone, lifting him up. Viktor flips over onto his feet, side headlock onto Hunter. Sullivan with a rapid fire elbow thrust breaks the side headlock, both men back off looking at each other.

Jon McDaniel: Neither man able to get an advantage beyond one single move in that exchange.

Brian Rentfro: Hunter is probably playing with Viktor, you know that whole false sense of security and thing.

Collar and elbow lockup, The Viper powers through with a knee to the midsection and a subsequent swinging neckbreaker, that Stone counters into a hammerlock. Hunter waits for a moment as Stone takes the oppurtunity to pound a few fists into Hunter's ribs and taunt him with a few words about his wrestling skill. Hunter grunts and ducks out of the hammerlock. Hunter knees Viktor back in the gut, bringing him down with a single arm DDT!

Jon McDaniel: What a counter!

Brian Rentfro: Lucky move.

Hunter drops a knee onto the exposed neck of Stone before dropping an elbow on the neck as well. Hunter pulls Stone's head up just enough to slip his arm in there to apply a side headlock. Stone shoves up, but Hunter quickly wrenches on the side headlock, working over the neck with expert precision; Viktor falls back to the canvas for a moment. Hunter is now the one taunting Stone as it becomes obvious that this match is going to be one of one upmanship between these two technically sound wrestlers.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter working over the neck, evidently following his game plan.

Brian Rentfro: Awesome match so far!

Viktor gets a knee under him to begin shoving up to his feet. Hunter wrenches the neck and head more but Stone is fighting through the pain to get up to his feet. Viktor with an elbow to Hunter's ribs, but the hold isn't loosened. Viktor with a second elbow and follows it up with a quick third and fourth elbow; Hunter releases the side headlock.

Brian Rentfro: See, what did I tell you?

Viktor with an Irish whip sends Hunter into the ropes, Hunter bounces back off the ropes. Viktor Stone with a hip toss sends Hunter down hard onto his back. Stone off the ropes, leaping double foot stomp onto the lower portion of Viper's back, causing him to grunt out in pain. Viktor digs a knee into the back for good measure before dropping a perfectly placed elbow into the same spot as well. Viktor begins to taunt Hunter some more with words that are far from encouragement. Hunter rolls over, but Stone with a kick to his face stops any offense that Hunter might have had on his mind. Stone pulls Sullivan up to a vertical base, thanks to a hand full of hair, where he applies an abdominal stretch. Hunter counters lifting Stone up to slam him down on his neck! The Viper falls into the ropes gasping for a second before turning around.

Jon McDaniel: What a counter from Hunter there!

Brian Rentfro: I almost can't believe it either!

Hunter rolls Stone over, dropping an elbow onto the neck as well. Hunter with a few questions about his wrestling ability now pulls Stone slowly up to his feet all the while throwing a few body shots in. Knife edge chop backs Stone up, but Viktor not to be outdone stings a chop right back to Hunter. The Viper with a second stinging chop, but Stone fires a stinging chop right back to the chest of Sullivan. Hunter with a palm strike rocks Stone's head back, and the stinging chop backs him up a step further. Hunter with a second and third palm strike has Stone in the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: The Viper is on a roll here!

Brian Rentfro: You just wait, Stone will counter something here in just a minute.

The Viper with an Irish whip. Stone counters!

Brian Rentfro: See...

Hunter bounces off the ropes right into a hip toss from Stone. Hunter slams down hard onto his back where Viktor Stone quickly rolls him over and begins to place knee shots into the lower part of his back. Viktor leaps into the air, double knee drop onto the lower portion of Hunter's back before Viktor drops a series of elbows onto the same exact spot doing his best to maximize the amount of damage. Viktor yells something to Viper, but the microphones can't pick it up, but if the expression on Stone's face is any indication it is a good thing they didn't pick it up.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe he said that!

Brian Rentfro: Said what?

Jon McDaniel: I'm not repeating it.

Stone jumps up into the air, double foot stomp and now The Viper is writhing in pain on the canvas. Stone rolls him over, lifting his leg, completing a rolling single leg crab!

Brian Rentfro: Rolling single leg crab!

Jon McDaniel: Doesn't look good for Hunter here.

Brian Rentfro: Viktor taking the ankle into an anklelock!

Jon McDaniel: Hunter is in definite trouble here now!

Hunter looks up to see the ropes oh so far away as he is center ring. Hunter lowers his head and begins the crawl as Stone leans back in the hold to maximize the amount of damage and pain. Scott Swindell crawls along with The Viper inquiring if he wants to quit. Hunter shakes his head no that he doesn't want to quit as he digs his elbows in a bit more to crawl another inch towards the ropes. Stone leans over even further, tipping the edge of balance in order to cause more torque on The Viper's ankle. Hunter reaches out for the ropes, but is just about a foot too far away from the safety of the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Break him Stone!

Jon McDaniel: Hunter near the ropes, will he get...

Stone pulls Hunter away from the ropes just as his fingers grab the bottom rope for the legal break. Stone sits back, but Hunter shoves him hard with his legs sending Stone's face crashing into the top turnbuckle. Stone falls back stumbling as he tries to catch his balance. Hunter is up onto his feet, wrapping Stone's arm around his own neck lifting him back and driving Stone onto his head with a suplex!

Jon McDaniel: Sky High Suplex!

The crowd explodes with cheers at the resiliency of The Viper here as he falls to his knees winded and exhausted. Hunter holds at his lower back, trying to find the strength to get back up and fight some more. Hunter pulls himself up to his feet, dropping a knee down onto Stone's neck. Hunter lifts Stone into a seated position, locking on a three quarter Nelson. Stone tries to break the hold, but The Viper has it firmly locked into place.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter with a three quarter Nelson.

Brian Rentfro: That hold should be illegal!

Stone gets his feet under him, shoving himself up to a vertical base. Hunter fires a knee into Viktor's ribs causing Stone to double over towards his left side. The Viper drops the three quarter Nelson lifting Stone up, dropping him throat first across his bent knee.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter trying to turn the match into his favor with that move.

Brian Rentfro:Stone isn't out of it yet McDaniel!

Viktor clutches at his throat as Hunter makes the cover; Swindell slides right into perfect position.

One!

Two!

Th

Stone able to get his shoulder up to break the pin.

Brian Rentfro: Stone showing his strength there and his endurance as well.

Hunter pulls Stone up to a kneeling position, but Stone slams a punch into Hunter's thigh getting the upperhand for the moment. Hunter doubles over holding at his thigh. Stone shoves himself up and slams his uppercut right into Hunter's chin rocking The Viper backwards on his heels. Stone, using the momentum, swings around with a kick to Hunter's back.

Brian Rentfro: What a series of Muai Tai shots from "The Beast"!

Jon McDaniel: Vicious strikes from Stone here.

Brian Rentfro: What a spinning knee shot to Hunter's temple!

Stone is in the ropes quickly springing down onto The Viper with a double knee drop onto Hunter's lower back, continuing to work on that particular spot.

Brian Rentfro: Stone working on that lower back for a possible submission victory.

Stone drops an elbow onto the spot before deciding that Hunter is ready for a sharpshooter. Viktor has the ankles and leans over to begin the application of the submission move. Hunter shoves him backwards with some of his last remaining strength. Stone slams back first into the corner but Hunter is shoving himself up to meet Stone. Belly to belly sends Stone slamming down onto his neck. Hunter rolls through onto his feet quickly picking Viktor up, brainbuster!

Jon McDaniel: Sullivan with a brainbuster, may just have scrambled Stone's brains!

Hunter rolls back up to his feet, digging in his boot...

Jon McDaniel: Viper Snap!

Hunter goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match, "The Viper" Hunter Sullivan!

A Perfect Circle begins to play again as Hunter stands in the center of the ring, breathing a bit heavily and enjoying his recent victory.

The Plot Thickens II


In a hidden dashboard camera mysteriously placed in Andy Strickland’s vehicle, we see the look of utter relief as Andy pulls up into an empty parking lot. He rests his forehead against the steering wheel, sweating profusely before leaning back and closing his eyes to rest. Cleary the incidents tonight with Jacob Figgins and the Figgified Nation have poor Andy on edge. That’s when the dashboard camera picks up the ever so familiar “click”. Andy suddenly holds back a scream as he tenses up and sits forward. A man in a hood sits up in the backseat.

Simon Kalis: Shhh. Don’t move.

Simon pulls back his hood and smiles, wearing a colorful party hat.

Simon Kalis: It is loaded. And I guarantee you I can shoot faster than you can throw a plant.

Fantastic Andy: Si-si-si-SIMON!?

Simon Kalis: In the flesh. You and I have a lot to talk about, don’t we Strickland?

Fantastic Andy: Happy birthday?

Simon presses whatever weapon he has further against the drivers seat.

Simon Kalis: Drive.

Andy turns the key and starts the car up again, realizing this is far from over.

Simon Kalis: Before I forget, and just so you understand how serious this is. Cover your ears.

Fantastic Andy: WHAT?

Simon pulls his black Beretta 92fs forward and fires into the dashboard, clearly knowing exactly where the hidden camera was.

Rob N Wood vs 2Nicemen

Tag Team Match


The match kicks off with the Phoenix and Spyke in the ring, Spyke starting off with a full throttle striking combination, having it end off with a kick to the gut, Causing Phoenix to double over, and Spyke follows up with a running neck breaker. Spyke takes some time to pump up the crowd and his attack by doing a little breakdance, before going for a leg drop. But Phoenix was quick to dodge the blow and nail a nice Soccer kick along the back of Spyke. Phoenix bounced off the ropes and went for a sliding drop kick, but that was soon avoided as well. Both men move to their feet and Phoenix whips Spyke into the ropes giving David the opportunity to make a blind tag, Spyke counters phoenix's grapple attempt and whips him toward the Ropes. But Phoenix instead ran into an Alexander bear hug.

Alexander turns the hold into a vicious sidewalk slam that shakes the arena.Phoenix was in desperate need of a tag, and a quick kick to the midsection gave him time to make one. Marvin attacks David with his impressive technical back ground, for the most part keeping Alexander immobile with his holds. That was short lived though when he got pulled into a hard back breaker, which got Alexander a two count. Phoenix tags himself in while Spyke is tagged in as well. Spyke hits an impessive hurricanrann, taking Phoenix to the floor. The stunned Phoenix rises to his feet when Spyke comes a chargin', but he came a chargin' right into The Flame

Winners: Rob n' Wood 7:13

Setting The Record Straight


Cut backstage to find Bud Adams in mid screen, microphone to mouth.

Bud Adams: Ladies and Gentlemen, with me at this time, the Devious One; Chamelion!

The scene pans back, and there next to Adams indeed is Chamelion… how unexpected, right?

Bud Adams: Mark, in a few minutes you step into the ring with the current PWA World Champion, Anna Mathews. A win over her would surely elevate you up the ranks towards the number one contendership, what are your thoughts?

Chamelion looks at Adams.

Chamelion: Got a penny?

Bud Adams: Uh, what?

Shaking his head, Chamelion just goes on.

Chamelion: Never mind. I’ll get to my thoughts on Anna in a moment, but first let’s talk about May Havoc. This girl has a bee up her ass, or something. She debuts the same week I return, wins a match against Dagger, and is pushed into the Grizzly Beer tier and wins the title. What was HER work rate to earn a title shot? Someone explain to me, exactly, what her position is to dictate to me if I deserve to chase the world title or not? You’d think the kid was part of the Board of Directors or something, or even worse, felt personally upset I took command of my own life, over the whimsy of anyone else.

Chamelion: If she’d been paying closer attention, she’d come to understand that it’s not so much a matter of deserving it on the spot, but fighting my way up.. I covered that in prior speeches, but if the young lady needs a refresher course; look back at Mr. Hardcore, Cody Bogard, Lucious Starr, and Jethro Hayes… but you’ll have to research deeper; look at who was with the company at the time and not the flush of incoming new talent since… and you’ll see that by mere process of elimination; to have a true, viable, eager and proven contender to the title; your choices were extremely limited.

Chamelion: Sadly, I sort of insult myself saying that, as even with a list a mile long I have on many occasions risen to the top very quickly, and in the proper way. Havoc cries out ‘politics’? If anything, the old Chamelion isn’t here, nor has he whispered neigh a single inkling into the ears of the championship committee. I made the declaration in the middle of the ring, I called out My bid.. and ya know what? This week I’m facing the champion. Coincidence? No.. they’re putting me in the position to back up what I say; and do exactly what that little girl is complaining I’ve not done; earn it! I mean, really, is this not almost parallel to what Miss May did? She debuted the same show I returned, she beat the current GB champion, Dagger, and went on to claim the title at Genesis. I contested against the majority of the roster, beat them all; and made a stake for the World Title, and now, I get to face the champion and prove Myself. Seems a bit, ya know, hypocritical to me, wouldn’t you say!?

Chamelion doesn’t let Bud Adams respond, continuing.

Chamelion: Let’s not forget, Adams, I was very vocal in agreeing that Matt Stone should get a rematch first, I was vocal in saying I’d face both of them, get my spot cemented and then face either one for the title. I’ll stake my claim in proper order, but I’ll be damned if that means facing rookies who don’t even have an idea what a PWA ring looks like, and concerning those who have returned with history in the company, like Viktor Stone; by all means, let them get a shot in sooner than later; I’ll be glad to be a fighting champion once I reclaim the World title.

Chamelion: Personally, I think May just likes to throw temper tantrums… maybe I should have offered her the pacifier instead? First she cries that the PWA is in a broken state, I speak up to do something about it and set an example, and again instead of praise, now she’s all on me for not deserving it? I know I said this before, but honestly kiddo; PICK A FUCKING SOAP BOX, and stick with it. Do you want excitement, or do you want ‘by the book’?

Shaking his head dejectedly.

Chamelion: Or do you have some personal gripe with me, and can’t keep business and personal separate, since my actions really do mirror your own over the past two months. Maybe you should take a chill pill?

Grins wickedly.

Chamelion: Now, Adams, you mentioned my opponent Anna Mathews… I got a chance to sit down and listen to her second video segment and for some odd reason, I get the distinct feeling she taped it even before mine and it got lost in the shuffle of PWA editing. The girl goes on to ‘predict’ what I’m going to talk about; and got it oh-so-very wrong. But I won’t get into a lot about it, since I would like to come back full force with her about her misinterpretations after I beat her tonight and put myself into contention; all I’ll say to her now, and again later on; is she should stop with the pot and kettle references.

He pauses, and Adams gets a word in.

Bud Adams: Meaning?

Chamelion grins.

Chamelion: Glad you asked. The girl obviously didn’t listen to my last promo with any real interest, so obviously she fell asleep again like she threatened; because I stated clearly I blasted through the roster in quick succession to get into this position; and the only two I didn’t face.. well, we don’t know their current state in the PWA, given the fact people come and go as they please.. and then she goes on to say that’s not enough, but adds in just a few breaths later that she called out for the title when no one else did.. like May, she accuses me of a tactic which mirrors her own, and dares to say I’m not worthy to do so? Basically it comes down to personal bias, and blind rage, to keep them from seeing the truth before their eyes. Tonight, Bud Adams, you asked me my thoughts on Anna Mathews and My match with her; it’s simple; my thought is to open up the eyes of Matthews, Havoc and the rest of the PWA and make them see that the next PWA Champion; is standing right here. GOT IT?

With that, Chamelion turns and walks out of view leaving Bud Adams hanging.

Back to ringside.

Meghan Nash Strader vs Jethro Hayes

Singles Match


As "Unchained" by Van Halen hits, the announce team fills in on the background of the match and the ramifications of this contest, but as Meghan Nash Strader walks down the ramp, she’s clobbered from behind by the volatile Jethro Hayes! Swinging neckbreaker to Meghan Strader onto the cold steel ramp, and we are underway! Jethro then whips Meghan ribs-first against a nearby railing, earning him a few bad words from the crowd as he shoves Meghan into the ring, vaulting off the top and landing hard on her back via body splash.

He’s quick to pull her up instead of covering, and a series of hard sounding chops to Meghan’s chest sent her across the ring. Jethro grabs Meghan again for a headlock, but Strader breaks out and punches him to the ropes. Jethro returns with a deep armdrag that flips Meghan over. Jethro advances, but Meghan quickly gets to her knees and retorts with a low blow, following with an inside cradle changed to a mount for several forearms to the downed Jethro. Meghan goes to the ropes and hits a slingshot knee drop onto Jethro that earns a two count.

Strader is slow to rise, but there’s enough damage done so Jethro’s even slower. She jumps at Hayes for a crossbody into a cover - another two count. Strader follows with a rapid series of stomps to his body, but the attacks are unfocused, and Hayes grabs her leg and pulls her down. Jethro ascends a turnbuckle, but he slips up on the middle rope, and Strader blasts him in the face via double knee facebreaker!! Strader pulls Jethro into a figure four leglock leaning back and putting extra pressure on the limb, but Jethro grits through it, rolling, reversing the pressure and putting Strader on her back long enough to get two. At the same time, fans holler for the quiet entrance of a person wearing a Bubba J mask. Neither Jethro or Meghan appear to be aware of its arrival.

They break; Jethro comes through on wobbly legs for a double arm DDT that gets Meghan another near fall. She drops a couple of knees to Jethro’s knee, eventually locking in a weird claw that sends Hayes scrambling to the ropes. She leans in to go for the move again, but Jethro backs into the ropes and rockets off with a hard clothesline that sends Strader down. Sharpshooter by Jethro, he stretches Meghan out even more by grabbing her thighs and pulling up but Meghan makes it to the ropes for a break. Hayes comes off with a very old school style takedown and an elbow drop onto Strader’s knee.

Strader staggers up again and caught Hayes with an inverted atomic drop into an armbar. She’s not letting up on that arm at all… and she locks in a sharpshooter! Jethro manages to wriggle out but Strader locks the hold right back on him like white on rice until Hayes reaches out, just barely dangling his hands on the ropes. Strader doesn’t break the hold, just throws him slowly into the opposite ropes - Jethro gets momentum halfway through and goes for a crossbody – Strader steps to the side as if she’d already knew it was coming! Then when Jethro stirs, Meghan swiftly returns him face down on the canvas with the help of a pedigree! One! Two! Three!


Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... MEGHAN NASH STRADER!!!!

MNS rolls out of the ring and stumbles a bit after a tough fight with Jethro, but manages to make it to her feet. She walks around the ring and past the man in the Bubba J mask, who looks at her. MNS stops and turns her head back toward him, but then continues up the rampway and disappears backstage. The masked man turns his attention towards Jethro Hayes who is standing in the ring, leaning over the top rope and asking him to get in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: The masked man and Jethro Hayes are having a stare down here, Jon, and it's not going to end well for somebody. I can guarantee you that.

Jon McDaniel: It's quite obvious that Mercy is the one underneath the mask. Nearly the same build and height.

Brian Rentfro: You do have an eye for a man's body, Jon.

We can hear Jon let out a scoff, as Jethro continues to beg the man to get in the ring.

Jethro Hayes: C'mon! Get your ass in here so I can kick it in front of all these people! Show yourself, pussy!

The masked man shakes his head. There's a disturbance in the crowd!

Jon McDaniel: Oh crap that's Mercy! He just hopped the barricade behind Jethro!

Brian Rentfro: He's in the ring now and he's got a steel chair!

WHACK!

Mercy nails Jethro in the back of the head, who never saw it coming. Mercy was quick as lightning and the crowd didn't have much time to warn Jethro. Mercy nails Jethro a few more times with the chair until it's bent and then he tosses it away. The masked man gives Mercy a golf clap and simply walks up the rampway, disappearing.

Jon McDaniel: Well this is just bizarre. Mercy's got a partner in this war against Hayes.

Brian Rentfro: Hayes needs some assistance or he needs to figure out who that masked man is!

Mercy grabs ahold of a microphone.

William Mercy: Here we are, back to square one. It's almost as if you've learned nothing. And you had a week, a whole damn week. Trying to come after me during my match? Not even anticipating the fact that I wasn't the man in the mask? It seems not only have you lost your will to win, but you've lost whatever small amounts of intelligence you had.

Mercy shakes his head, giving Jethro a kick to the ribs.

William Mercy: It's more work for me, is what it is. But I am committed to making you better. I am, buddy.

Jethro tries to get to a knee and Mercy drives him back to the mat with his knee.

William Mercy: Before I go, let me leave you with a bit of a homework assignment. Next week the difficulty rises and I'm going to need you to bring something to defend yourself with. I can't very well be laying out a defenseless douchebag every week now can I?

Mercy lets out a laugh and drops the mic. "Parabola" kicks up on the sound system as he exits the ring. Jethro is infuriated and tries to use the ropes to get to his feet as Mercy walks up the rampway and disappears backstage.

Guess Who


We go backstage, and standing in-front of a PWA backboard...is Mark McNasty. The crowd goes nuts to see the Hall of Famer standing in a PWA arena again for the first time in close to a year. McNasty is simply looking at the camera, holding his arms down in-front of himself, clasping the handle of a briefcase. After a few seconds, McNasty's trademark smile spreads as we see three security guards slowly walk towards him.

McNasty: Ah ah ah, now boys, hang on a second.

Security: Sorry sir, you can't be here. Period.

The trademark smile turns to a sly smile.

McNasty: I was waiting for you to say that.

McNasty bends over and puts the briefcase flat on the ground. He pops it open, and pulls out a stack of papers. He quickly produces a small set of reading glasses and puts them on, clears his throat, and speaks.

McNasty: Now... according to clause 4 of sub section E of section A of my "Who's The Man" PWA title match contract, and don't mind my paraphrasing here boys,

McNasty runs his finger along the page as he speaks.

McNasty: If I, Mark McNasty, lost the match, I could not compete in AOWF, again.

He quickly looks up at the guards.

McNasty: We all know this. BUT,

He goes back to the paperwork.

McNasty: Sub section B of section F said that I was allowed to fulfill all previous commitments. As Mitsubishi Kalis had me sign a contract for three hundred matches under Rebel Pro two weeks before my PWA title match, I was legally allowed to fulfill these matches; hang on.

McNasty again bends over and pulls a bottle of water out of the briefcase. He chugs it, and tosses it off screen.

McNasty: Now where was I? Oh yes. I was allowed to fulfill these matches. Now, when Rebel closed, which was a travesty, my contract was absorbed by PWA. And, as my contract with Rebel is legally binding, DESPITE the PWA's home state of Missouri being a hire at will state, it cannot break the contract that has already been enacted. THEREFORE, my legally binding commitments to Rebel cannot be washed away simply because my contract switched hands. Which means boys, if you touch me, I'll be happy not to compete in the PWA ever again. Hell, I'll never work again. Heh, won't have to... because when I'm done suing the Sommers, and the Robinsons, etc etc, I will rent out the PWA Dome to Canadian Hockey!

McNasty looks at the camera.

McNasty: Enjoy that thought Robinson.

McNasty smiles as he calmly puts his papers back in his briefcase, closes it, and smiles at the camera. He pats one of the security guards on the shoulder as he walks by.

Chamelion vs Anna Mathews

Non Title Match


This one opens slowly, each a little hesitant and trying to gain an advantage over the other or an opening that can be exploited through the night. Mathews locks on a headlock, Chamelion fights out, Mathews gets a roll up for a near fall, Chamelion with a roll up, near falls again and again!

Mathews with a headlock, Chamelion whips her off and goes for a kick, but Mathews grabs the ropes and the Hall of Famer whiffs badly. Mathews runs at Chamelion, but he grabs her by the shoulder and hauls her out of the ring, then jumps to the apron and flips off with a split-legged moonsault that knocks them both down.

Anna is up and they exchange forearm shots. Both run into the ring to avoid a count out, Chamelion locks on an arm lock, but Mathews easily breaks the hold, and jumps into a stiff knee. She goes for an Awesome Bomb while Chamelion is dazed, but he smoothly gets out of the way. Standing backflip kick from Chamelion! Chamelion gets another near fall, and then goes to the top rope. Once he gets there, though… he shrugs his shoulders and starts to go back down. The crowd boos though, and he shrugs his shoulders again climbing back up and hitting a perfect moonsault for two.

He gets Mathews in the corner and starts wearing her down with a few shoulder blocks, then some knees to the chest, then a knee takedown that earns another two count – and Chamelion needs to get a lot more aggressive, because if Mathews’ got one overwhelming strength, it’s the ability to keep stamina and composure in a long match – and seeing as Chamelion’s such a slimy guy, he needs to keep the chances for mistakes to a minimum. Chamelion gets in position for a neat inverted vertical suplex and turns it into a neck breaker for a near fall.

Chamelion goes back to that well-known top rope. Mathews stops him, but Chamelion hits a cool-looking standing dropkick that wipes Mathews out, but it doesn’t look good for Chamelion – he drops booty-first on the turnbuckle. Still, he slowly limps to his feet and goes for a 630 – but Mathews gets the knees up, and Chamelion stumbles into a heap. Mathews wears something of a small smile and grabs his leg, rolling the Dragon Screw and wrenching his neck over (and over and over) again – finally, the chain ends with a doomsday gut buster, which scores another near fall.

Chamelion recovers, and after another impressive sequence that lasts about a minute: he gets a back body drop, but as he goes for an arm drag yet Mathews counters with an abdominal stretch that slows his momentum. Chamelion tosses Mathews off, goes for a clothesline, and gets dropped throat-first on the ropes! Mathews with a rollup, but two counts only! She rolls her eyes and stands - it’s a handspring back elbow that sends them both down! Mathews is up first, but Chamelion goes back to basics, quick, open-hand blows that put Mathews off balance, and then a cool looking spinning neckbreaker onto his knee. Chamelion gets a nice pop as he goes to the ropes and flies off with a clothesline! Old school!

McDaniel cracks that if Mathews wants to win this one, she’s gonna need to distract him with Time and Space before it’s too late. Chamelion’s got a chance to put a major feather in his cap AND pretty handily embarrass the current World champion – he goes for an RKO, and Mathews slides out, spinning him around…and around… until Chamelion just sorta stumbles over. Mathews sorta nudges a finger over him – two count. She shrugs.

She circles Chamelion as he gets up, and he comes pretty quickly, and Mathews moves back, evading the series of attack with seamless smoothness, waiting for an opening, and when Chamelion extends to far with a Lou Thesz Press, she takes it, grabbing the extended shoulder and sweeping him off his feet and driving him into the mat with a leg sweep. Finally, she circles Chamelion and nails an axe kick to his face that keeps him down long enough for the three count.
Winner: Anna Mathews at 13:11

The Winds of Winter


As the hand of Anna Mathews is raised in victory, ‘Never Enough’ hits the sound system, all eyes turn to the entryway...but there’s no one there. The music continues for a heartbeat or two, before cutting off, replaced instead with the slow, rhythmic thumping of what can only be described as the most sarcastic applause humanly possible.

May Havoc: Oh, brava, Chams. Brava.

There’s still no visible sign of the Grizzly Beer Champion, and now, there are murmurs of confusion from the fans, which prompts her to sigh, snapping her fingers.

May Havoc: No no boys. Up. Look up. Someone cue my spot.

As requested, a spotlight cues, and directs its brilliant beam up...and then up a little more, before finally settling on and illuminating the leggy blonde where she stands, on a catwalk high above the ring, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

May Havoc: Brava Chamelion. That was such an epic, monumental way to prove that you deserve to be in the top tier of talent. Wasn’t it? I’m sure the world stands in awe of how very much you’ve proven that you belong to be here. But thank you, thank you, for proving me right. Oh...and by the way. You’re welcome. Because this, is what you aren’t stopping to consider. You “took control” of your life...when? Oh that’s right, long after I, was already creating a stir. And that’s what it comes down to...isn’t it? You can’t stand the idea of someone else standing in the spotlight. No, you’re supposed to have your big hurrah. It’s supposed to be about you, alllll about you. But the fact of the matter is...no one cares. You aren’t exciting, you’re just pathetic. I came into this company, from day one, proclaiming that I would be the one to return it to glory. That I would be the salvation and the redemption of all the things that make this company great. But unfortunately for you, this means eliminating those things that have reduced it to the state that it is in. You want to cover it up. You want to sweep it all under the rug. You want to pretend that everything’s alright, and ignore the seeping, festering wound. Ignoring cancer doesn’t make it go away. It doesn’t make it better. So, refusing to acknowledge the state of the company does nothing to repair it. But then I think you know that, you’re just too damned stubborn to see. Because you know, that there is, no place, in the future for you. You call yourself the Devious One...but how devious can a man be when he is incapable of adaptation? Your era is over. It’s finished.

She pauses here, for a brief moment, staring down before chuckling.

May Havoc: I might have overlooked you. I might have let you slide. But your hypocrisy demands answer. You make accusations at me, claim that I’m throwing temper tantrums, when...oh wait, wasn’t it you crying about how you and your brother aren’t getting any praise? That you aren’t getting the pat on the head that you think you deserve. That’s right. It was you. I think you must have forgotten about that fact...similar to the way that you’ve conveniently forgotten that you didn’t run through Cody Bogard. You failed to defeat him. You rattle off a scant few names and expect them to matter. Lucious Starr...who didn’t honestly beat him there in the end? Did he even have a single win in the last two months? Jethro Hayes, oh yes. You did manag to beat him...but not with just wrestling ability was it? No...and in the days that followed Hayes was capable of competition...and yet you...you were strangely absent. I have stood victorious after every, single match since I signed my name to the dotted line. I have fought my way to where I stand, tooth and nail. But I, at least, successfully defeated the Grizzly Beer Champion before I started making demands on the title. Such a shame you can’t say the same thing.

May Havoc: You fail to understand what you’ve done. You’ve woken the dragon. You’ve given me a reason to carry a personal vendetta against you. You won’t know when. Or where. But the time will come, when you’re left to reconsider your words, and your actions. Because you seem to forget one, crucial little fact. Your words are just wind against the mountain. You aren’t going to intimidate me. Because you seem to forget one, tiny little thing.

The confused murmur among the fans grows to a hushed chorus of apprehension as May climbs up to perch precariously on the narrow railing of the catwalk.

May Havoc: I fear nothing.

The mic falls from her hand only a split second before the blonde spreads her arms and tips forward off the rail. There’s just enough time for the first of the chorus of horrified cries before the lights cut out completely, filling the arena with darkness. When they return to normal, there stands the Thai woman, unscathed, at the top of the ramp.

May Havoc: We are in the fall. The company dies, it languishes. Though spring will come in time, bringing with it a renewal, a return to glory, a return to everything that we should be. But first. First must come the winter. And Chamelion, whether you choose to accept it or not...winter is coming.

We fade to the PWA logo with one last shot of the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion May Havoc, standing atop the ramp.