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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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05-05-2013


Jacob Figgins vs Marxx

WTM 2013 Opening Round


Marxx vs Jacob Figgins

Both men are now in the ring and the bell rings. They give each other a nod as they begin to circle the ring, sizing each other up and calculating what each man will have to do to overcome the other. They start grappling in the center of the ring and a power struggle ensues, each man trying to force his will onto the other. Marxx manages to win out and quickly with a scoop slam puts Figgins down. Figgins quickly back on his feet and both men start grappling again. This time Jacob Figgins wins out and puts Marxx down with a shoulder breaker. Marxx quickly up and goes with it. Marxx and Figgy tie up again but Marxx Irish whips Figgins into the ropes. As Figgins comes back to him Marxx with an overhead belly to belly suplex levels Jacob Figgins. He goes for the cover but only gets the 2 count as referee Dwayne Cross immediately points out to him. He lifts Figgins up but Figgins with a jumping heel kick catches Marxx totally off guard. Figgins follows it up quickly now with a kick to Marxx’s left knee and as Marxx reels from it Figgins follows it up with a knee to Marxx’s midsection. As Marxx falls to his knees from the strikes, Jacob Figgins finishes off his assault with a knee to The Midnight Role Model’s face and puts Marxx down. Figgins goes for a cover, hooking a leg but only gets a 2 count himself.

The fans are enjoying the incredible back and forth action being put on by these two, one a former PWA World Champion and the other a man who has won Who’s The Man?! They lock up in the ring again trying to outmuscle each other but Marxx with a spinebuster puts Figgins down to the canvas. Marxx climbs up to the top rope and as Figgins gets to his feet, Marxx leaps forward and hits him with a top rope clothesline. Marxx waits for Figgins to lift himself up before hitting him with repeating kesagari chops which put Figgins into the corner. Marxx with a shoulder block and then he steps back as Figgins stumbles towards him. Grappling with Figgins now Marxx puts him down with a Samoan drop and goes for a cover but only gets a 2 count again. Marxx rises to his feet and lifts Figgins with him as well but Figgy with a palm strike follows it up with a discus lariat that takes Marxx down this time. Figgins is quick to move as he goes to the top rope himself this time and comes off with a beautiful elbow drop. He covers, but only gets the 2 count.

Figgins gets to his feet but so does Marxx. Marxx bounces off the ropes and comes at Figgy but Figgy ducks a clothesline attempt and as Marxx bounces back hits a dropkick. Figgy quickly lifts Marxx up and hits him with another kick to the midsection, setting him perfectly for Conspiracy Lies Behind The Gates of Valhalla!!! A wonderfully executed sit-out straight jacket brainbuster. Figgins covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Dwayne Cross raises Jacob Figgins arms .

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match and advancing to the quarter finals of Who’s The Man?! 2013… JACOB FIGGINS!!!!

The Figgified Nation cheers him on as he exits the ring.

Mercyful Fate


"Fuck All Ya'll" hits up as the curtains part, showing Jethro Hayes walking down the ramp towards the ring. Walking with a purpose, he hits the ring and climbs through the ropes and steps to center ring; the crowd mixed in their reaction. Jethro seems to be a bit taken back with their reaction, not so much the boos, but the amount of cheers that he is receiving.

"The past weeks, even the past months have not been kind to me, "The Southern Hero" Jethro Hayes."

He waits, gathering his thoughts.

"Chamelion came back, got a win over me at Genesis."

He nods, it not really effecting him.

"Lost another match to Cody Bogard."

Some fans laugh, Jethro doesn't really care.

"And a couple of other things... mainly the pissant known as Billy Boy."

He snarls this last.

"But a question I've received over and over from friends, family, fans, and even people who can't stand me... why Jethro didn't you enter your name into the tournament?"

He paces a bit.

"It isn't the injury. It isn't that I'm tired. It isn't that I forgot. The answer is very very simple."

He waits.

"I didn't want to enter the tournament. You see..."

He holds up a hand at the shock sound from the fans.

"It does seem like the perfect time for me to prove myself to myself. To show to others, but mainly to myself, that I'm really back. That I can still get it done, that I've still got what it takes in this hellacious business to thrive, to compete, and to remain at the top of my game."

He shakes his head.

"Answer is that is right... but I know that I can't compete at my top at this moment, despite winning that fatal four-way last week. I know that my defeat, and trust me I would be defeated in that tournament because I'm not ready, would only set me back in my goal to be the best. I don't need a tournament to show me that, to have that title, I'm just not ready to compete at that level."

He sneers, thinking something.

"Because I'm distracted right now and that would cost me in the tournament... I don't need that, my opponent doesn't deserve to get a win because I'm going to make a mistake because of my distraction. Whomever they are deserves to have all of my attention, one hundred percent of my attention, and unfortunately for them and most unfortunately for the focus of my focal point... I'm concentrated on one individual."

The fans know who it is.

"Anna last week said something that rang true, something that hit me in my very core, and to get rid of that... I've got to get that "bee out of my bonnet" so to speak. I've got to move passed that focal point and focus more on this one individual."

He nods.

"That is why, even though he has elevated my game somewhat, through his cowardly actions, his sneak attacks, his cowardly words... I'm challenging Wi..."

Jethro is interrupted by Tool's "Parabola", with William Mercy walking out from backstage. Hayes is pacing in the ring as the crowd boos Mercy.

Brian Rentfro: Not a lot of love for William here tonight. A shame.

Jon McDaniel: Well they don't really approve of what he's doing.

Brian Rentfro: Making Jethro Hayes better? Increasing the standard of competition? Those are bad?

Jon McDaniel: That's not what they think.

Mercy has a mic in his hand as his entrance music dies down.

William Mercy: Distracted? That's what you call it? I call it a reckoning, Jethro. I call it a clean slate. I'm giving you a chance to let it all go and start over. But hey, if you wanna call that a distraction, go right ahead. Insulting my method won't deter me from doing what I need to do.

Hayes stirs a bit in the ring, shaking his head.

William Mercy: But I'm glad you've finally started to let go. You've accepted that you're not focused, you're not the man you once were. We are getting there, Jethro, but hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a crash course.

Jethro Hayes: Then come down here and educate me some more, Willy. I really think ya should.

Mercy chuckles.

William Mercy: Look at you, man. You're no good at being a control freak, so stop acting like one. Just let go. Give into the fact that you can't control what's going on and embrace what I'm actually trying to teach you.

Jethro leans against the ropes in the ring.

Jethro Hayes: I'm challenging you to a match at Who's The Man?!, Mercy. Do you fucking accept it or not?

Hayes flips the mic over waiting for a response as the crowd cheers on, anticipating Mercy's response.

William Mercy: I'm pretty sure you have a better chance getting a blowjob from Anna Mathews than beating me in a match at this point. But, luckily for you, that event is a few weeks away. Hmm.

Mercy thinks on it. Hayes perks up.

Jethro Hayes: How do you know I haven't gotten a blowjob from her already?

William Mercy: She eats pussy, you dumb ass.

Hayes gets a little pissed off.

William Mercy: However, seeing you toy with the idea of hope on your path to hitting bottom would be an added delight. You're learning quickly, I'll give you that, and I'll give you your match.

The crowd cheers as Jethro claps his hands together in excitement.

Jethro Hayes: I'll see you in Hell, Mercy.

Hayes drops the mic as "Fuck All Y'all" hits the sound system. Mercy disappears backstage as Hayes gets pumped up in the ring, trying to keep the crowd going and on their feet.

Brian Rentfro: Well big news tonight here folks, Mercy goes one on one with Jethro Hayes at Who's the Man!?

Jon McDaniel: And I guess if Mercy somehow lucks out and gets to the finals, he'll be pulling double duty that night.

Brian Rentfro: I'm sure he can handle it, he'll have to if he expects to be a World Champion any time soon.

Hayes climbs out of the ring and heads up the rampway.

Anthony Frusciante vs Viktor Stone

WTM 2013 Opening Round


With both men in the ring the bell rings and we’re set! Anthony rushes in on Viktor Stone trying to use his speed to his advantage but The Beast immediately catches him mid-air and puts him into a bear hug. Viktor squeezes the life out of Frusciante and applies incredible pressure as Anthony gets in some shots as he punches Viktor in the fast repeatedly as much as he can. However Viktor Stone but before Frusciante can break out Viktor drops him with a spinebuster. The ring reverberates with the impact and Viktor Stone is right back to his feet. Anthony is a little slower to get up but he does. He hits a dropkick as Viktor comes at him and both men go down to the canvas. Viktor and Frusciante are both back up and Frusciante makes a run at Viktor again. However Viktor gets him and lays him out with a tiltawhirl backbreaker and the fans recoil from the impact. Viktor lifts Anthony up but Anthony whips him into the ropes and follows him.

He clotheslines Viktor Stone over the top rope and Stone lands hard on the outside of the ring. Anthony Frusciante climbs up the top rope and goes for a legdrop but Viktor instinctively rolls out of the way. As Viktor Stone gets up, so does Frusciante but Viktor grabs Frusciante and sends him into the steel steps. It’s then that The Beast begins viciously curb stomping Anthony Frusciante on the steel steps as he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, with half of them chanting “WHY SO SERIOUS?” Viktor lifts Frusciante up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in and covering.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match and advancing into the quarter finals of the Who’s The Man?! 2013 tournament… VIKTOR STONE!!!

Viktor doesn’t need his arms raised as he drops back to the canvas and rolls out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: The man pinned Anna Mathews last week and looked dominant here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Hashtag Beast Mode is about to trend on Twitter.

The Viper Snaps


Meghan Nash Strader is on her way to the curtain for her match, but Tamika stops her halfway.

TNS: Shit, I gotta run back to the locker room.

MNS: Can’t it wait?

TNS: No, I need to grab my phone, I’m waiting for a message from dad.

Meghan shakes her head and then nods.

MNS: Fine, just hurry up!

Tamika shrugs her shoulders and smiles as she makes a turn down around the corner to another hallway. That's the last thing she remembers clearly as he head rockets against the concrete wall with a vicious kick, a Viper Snap in fact! The Strader tries to pry herself back up off the ground but is in such a sudden shock and daze that she becomes useless to defend the oncoming chair strike! Another! A third!

TNS lays in a bloody heap against the cold concrete wall, her assailant is dressed in his ring gear, purple and green swirls of snakes litter the side. On the rear however, the words SULLIVAN sprawl down the pant leg. TNS is rolling her head with a sense of uselessness. With that Hunter leans down on his knees and twirls into a seated position next to the woman, throwing her arm up over him.

Hunter: "Let's have a chat Tamika."

She responds with a groan.

Hunter: "That's what I like to hear! Ya got some spunk, got a little heart there, willing to listen to someone else's opinions. I really Appreciate that in a woman. See, recently your sister thought it'd be hilarious if she attacked me after our match with a steel chair. I didn't think it was so funny. You, Tamika, probably don't think it's so funny either do you?"

Tamika: "F-"

Her rebellious nature dies off as she fades back in and out of consciousness.

Hunter: "Didn't think so. But see, there's a prevailing issue here, aside from the unfunny actions of your idiot sister, she thinks she's justified, she thinks she got in my head, and she thinks I'm a fraud of some sort. I don't expect our little talk to change her mind of that, alternatively I'd like to establish a little understanding, using you as a mediator of sorts."

"Don't try to get under the skin of a man who once crippled his own friend to get ahead in this company, there are consequences."

The Viper repositions himself a little closer to Tamika, making sure she can hear him.

"I'm not a bad guy, really, I'm not. I just don't respond well to threats, I don't respond well to being plastered across the face with a steel chair because someone thinks I have an attitude problem. I don't think I'm in the minority when I say that was a little uncalled for. So that's why I'm here with you, she's not going to listen to me, she just won't. Maybe you can talk some sense into her? Tell her she's in danger, tell her to back off."

"If she plans to shove me, I'll shove back."

Hunter reaches over and wipes away the trickling blood coming down her forehead.

Hunter: "Sorry about that, seems you got a little something on your forehead there. I guess you really hit that wall hard eh? Well, before I lose your attention I should explain why you're here and she isn't. Before I get holy self righteous declarations of cowardice from your sister, let me elaborate on the scenario. See, I could have attacked her, I could have done this as effortlessly as I did it to you, but I don't think she'd really grasp the entirety of the message if I did. I've never been a direct and blunt style of individual, the body heals, but the heart doesn't. This is going to hurt her a lot more than it ever hurt you, and that my dear, is the con."

"Meghan, you're issue is with the most technically sound individual on this roster, but if there was ever a match of brutal violence and car wreck implications, I could meet you eye to eye easily. That's why in the second round of this tournament, if you make it, I look forward to elaborating on my arrogance, my egotism, my talent."

'Next week my dear, when we go to the arena where Blood still stagnates the air, I'll show you just how real I am."

Meghan Nash Strader vs Shawn O'Reilly

WTM 2013 Opening Round


Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we have the matchup that a lot of you have described as a battle of the badasses, Meghan Nash Strader against “The Boston Bulldog” Shawn O’Reilly.

Brian Rentfro: You’re right, Jon. These two are legit badasses, and when you put two badasses against each other, well hide the women and children. This could be the most violent match of the tournament. And just think, these two are gonna do all they can to just destroy each other…and they don’t even have a personal issue.

Jon McDaniel: This could be the show stealer of the entire tournament. I guarantee you this will not be a technical wrestling clinic.

(A video package plays, showing highlights from both Meghan Nash Strader and Shawn O’Reilly. It is set to the Saliva song, Badass.)

Jon McDaniel: let’s go up to ring announcer Eric Emerson for our introductions!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, and now the next match in the Who’s The Man 2013 Tournament.

"Unchained” begins to play as the houselights slowly dim. At the twelve second mark lights begin to flicker as the beat and rhythm of the song begin to become louder.

~Alright!
Haaa-ha-ha-ha!
You say, I cannot get there from here, baby
Then I don't care where I'm goin'~

Eric Emerson: Introducing to you first…

The ADCtron lights up with the chrome ‘S’ emblem and explodes into shots of MNS, smacking the taste out Shadow Starr’s mouth with a kick to the jaw, stepping on Ai Mei’s skull, pinning Corey Lazarus one two three and the last shot of her being her holding one half of the PWA Tag Team Titles. Her name flashes on the screen, and a small amounts of pyro’s shoot off as MNS steps out from behind the curtain followed by her sister and manager Tamika Nash Strader.

~Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress~

Eric Emerson: Hailing from London, Ontario Canada at a height of five foot ten and weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds…

~Change, nothin' stays the same
Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'
Change, ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'~

Meghan stops and waves at the crowd as she shifts her hips to the right side. She makes her way down to ringside followed by her baby sister Tamika Strader.

Eric Emerson: Meghan Nash STRADERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

~I know, I don't ask for permission
This is my chance to fly
Maybe enough ain't enough for you
But it's my turn at a try~

Meghan smacks the hands of a few fans.

~ Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress ~

Meghan stops halfway down, looks side to side, raises up her arms and the entire stage explodes in gold and silver pyrotechnics as a wide grin comes across Meghan’s face.

~Change, nothin' stays the same
Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'
Change, ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'~

At that Meghan turns it into a stride and slides under the bottom rope into the ring and jumps up to the top turnbuckle as she raises her fist in the air. She steps down, and awaits her opponent.

The lights in the arena go dark.

'Gone Sovereign' by Stone Sour begins to play. The fog machines go to work and the entrance lights go red, giving the fog a red hue.

The ADCTron shows video highlights of Shawn O’Reilly decimating his opponents.

No one's laughing now, no one's laughing now
I'm sullen and sated and you can't put a price on me
I won't share this disarray, I won't pull these hands away
I need to be chosen and my God don't pray for me!

As the vocals begin, Shawn O'Reilly walks through the curtain, wearing a dog collar and chain. He walks obliviously down the aisle, ignoring the fans. He walks up the ring steps, looks to his left and to his right, then steps through the ropes into the ring. Some of the fans boo him, some cheer him. He's oblivious to both sides. He stands, emotionless in the middle of the ring.

So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead
And shatter every legend in my head
If only the committed will survive
Is anybody here still left alive?
This is mine!

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....WEIGHING IN TONIGHT AT 220 LBS...FROM THE HUB OF THE UNIVERSE, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS...HE IS THE CHAMPION OF THE CITY OF CHAMPIONS...HE IS THE TITLETOWN TERROR...HE IS...THE BOSTON BULLDOG...SHAWN O'REILLY!!!!"

O’Reilly drops to all fours and slides backwards to his corner.

Brian Rentfro: definite big fight feel here tonight, McDaniel.

Jon McDaniel: Pick a winner, Rentfro.

Brian Rentfro: My gut says MNS. But nobody’s more dangerous than a crazy man with a cause. Gut:Strader, head: O’Reilly.

Jon McDaniel: I’m tryin to be impartial, but after this match, I don’t think there’ll be much left of O’Reilly for Tina Madison when they finally square off one on one. Gut: Strader, head:Strader.

DING DING!

Strader and O’Reilly eye each other. The circle each other and attempt a lock up, but O’Reilly lands a stiff kick to the gut of Strader.

O’Reilly backs Strader into the ropes. He lands 3 hard backhand chops to the upper chest of MNS

PWA crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Brian Rentfro: Hard chops from O’Reilly.

SOR whips MNS into the ropes and goes for a running lariat. MNS ducks and hits a picture perfect dropkick that sends the Bulldog to the mat. MNS drops a leg on SOR and goes for the quick cover.
1
Kickout.

MNS quickly to her feet. SOR sweeps the legs from under her and goes for a pin
1
Kickout.

MNS returns the favor, sweeping the legs from under SOR
1
Kickout

Both competitors quickly get to their feet, ready to battle.

Jon McDaniel: Good exchange from Strader and O’Reilly.

MNS and O’Reilly lock up. Strader grabs a headlock. SOR backs her into the ropes and shoots her across the ring. MNS bounces off the ropes, ducks an attempted clothesline, and hops up to SOR’s shoulders in a hurancanrana position, then pushes herself off SOR’s head and executes an armdrag.

SOR is up quickly. MNS whips him into the ropes. She grabs him in an attempt to execute a tilt-a-whirl slam, but SOR reverses it into an armdrag of his own.

Both competitors up quickly. The crowd is applauding both wrestlers. The circle each other again, then lock up. This time SOR grabs a headlock. MNS whips SOR into the ropes and catches him with a spinning leg lariat that downs SOR. MNS goes for the pin.
1
2
Kickout from SOR

MNS attempts a spinning back elbow. SOR sidesteps and hits a belly to back overhead suplex. MNS flips through it, landing on her feet. Bounding off the ropes, MNS attempts a lariat. SOR drops to his back to evade the move, then kips up. SOR goes for a roundhouse kick. MNS ducks and hits a side thrust kick that staggers SOR. MNS lands a kick to the gut and goes for a powerbomb. SOR easily powers her over for a backdrop, but MNS rolls through for a sunset flip. SOR uses his weight and momentum to roll though before MNS can hook his shoulders. Quickly to his feet he goes for a roundhouse kick to MNS’s head. MNS ducks, pulls SOR backwards into a cradle. SOR, once again, rolls through and gets to his feet.

MNS is on her feet, too. SOR goes for a clothesline, but MNS ducks it, and hits the ropes. She hits a hurancanrana on SOR, and reaches back to hook his legs. SOR powers her over to attempt a pin. MNS rolls through and hits a dropkick on SOR. SOR rolls backwards to his feet, and once again goes for a roundhouse kick to MNS. Strader drops to her back to attempt another cradle, but O’Reilly takes advantage with a standing legdrop and goes for the pin
1
2
Kickout!

The crowd is going nuts for this action.

Brian Rentfro: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! I mean the PWA’s resident badasses are actually wrestling each other, not beating each other’s brains out!

Jon McDaniel: And this crowd is showing their appreciation! These two know that this is no ordinary match. This is the first round of the Who’s the Man Tournament. All stops have to be pulled out. They have to leave it all in the ring.

SOR and MNS are back to their feet. SOR extends his hand for a handshake.

Brian Rentfro: You’re kidding, right?

Jon McDaniel: She’d be wise to refuse the handshake.

MNS cautiously takes SOR’s hand and the two shake, then lock up in the middle of the ring. SOR backs MNS into the corner. The referee, Daniel Davis steps in to get the clean break. SOR takes 2 steps back, then lands a hard kick to the chest of MNS. He follows it up with 2 hard forearm shots to the jaw. O’Reilly whips MNS into the far corner and follows her in with a charging clothesline. MNS slumps in the corner. SOR pulls her out and hits a bodyslam. SOR climbs to the middle turnbuckle and hits a legdrop.

Brian Rentfro: Bulldog pressing the advantage.

Jon McDaniel : Cover by Bulldog!
1
2
3 NO! kickout at 2 7/8

SOR picks up MNS. MNS pushes SOR back, follows up with a kick to the gut and hits the 2nd Hand Strader.
Jon McDaniel: SECOND HAND STRADER!
Brian Rentfro: THIS COULD BE IT!
1
2
3 Kickout as Davis’s hand was bout to hit the mat for 3.

MNS pulls SOR to his feet, spins behind him and hits a release german suplex. MNS grabs O’Reilly and hits a brainbuster, but O’Reilly lands too close to the ropes for a pin. Strader hits a bulldog on O’Reilly.

Brian Rentfro: Talk about ironic. A bulldog on the Bulldog!

Strader presses the advantage, hitting an atomic drop, then a charging lariat. O’Reilly is down in the middle of the ring.

Strader drags him closer to the corner. She gives the signal that it’s over and climbs to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: Cemetery Gates time!
Brian Rentfro: It’s over if she hits this!

Strader launches herself off the top, but O’Reilly moves at the last second , allowing her to crash to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: That’s the reason they call it high risk, McDaniel.

Jon McDaniel: Crash and burn by Strader.

O’Reilly pulls MNS up double underhook kneestrikes to the head. Then a butterfly suplex. O’Reilly covers, but Strader puts her leg over the bottom rope.

Jon McDaniel: Tamika looks worried, Rentfro.
Brian Rentfro: She damn well better be.

SOR backs Strader into the corner and hits a forearm shot. Strader returns the facor. SOR grabs Strader by the hair and hits a succession of 10 rapid fire headbutts to the side of MSN’s head. SOR lets go of Strader, who crumples to the mat. SOR stumbles backwards holding his head in his hands. Some blood can be seen seeping between his fingers and running down the backs of his hands. He pulls his hands away and the crowd OOOHHS as they see a big gash has opened up on O’Reilly’s head.

Brian Rentfro: Jesus Christ! What a nasty ass cut on the Bulldog’s head!

Jon McDaniel: ;All the scar tissue built up on the head of the Bulldog from nearly twenty years of wars in the ring….It’s easy for the head to split.

Brian Rentfro: Hell yeah! Specially after you ram it into someone else’s head 10 freakin times!

The ref comes over to SOR

Davis: C’mon, O’Reilly we need to check that cut.

SOR (Shoves the ref away): F**K YOU!

O’Reilly picks Strader up and sets her on the top rope. SOR starts to climb to the middle rope, but stops in mid climb to gather his wits. He then grabs Strader, positions himself on the top rope, and hits an avalanche exploder suplex.

Brian Rentfro: DAMN! THAT WAS A HELLACIOUS IMPACT!

Jon McDaniel: O’Reilly’s not goin for the cover! He’s goin back up top!

O’Reilly launches himself off and hits a diving headbutt on Strader.

Brian Rentfro: This guys nuts!

Jon McDaniel: You’re just now figuring this out?! O’Reilly drapes the arm over Strader!
1
2
Strader rolls the shoulder at 2 7/8!

O’Reilly struggles to his feet. He’s buckling. From loss of blood. There is blood all over the mat. The ref goes back over to him.

Davis: C’mon, O’Reilly, we need to check that cut.

O’Reilly grabs the ref by the shirt and slings him into the corner.
SOR: F**K YOU!

O’Reilly turns and walks right into Strader’s VENGEANCE!

Jon McDaniel: VENGEANCE IS MINE, SAITH MEGHAN NASH STRADER!
Strader goes for the cover, but O’Reilly drapes a foot over the bottom rope. Strader, rols off, frustrated. O’Reilly rolls out of the ring, and crawls over to the timekeeper’s table.

Jon McDaniel: O’Reilly is just covered in blood.
Brian Rentfro: The proverbial crimson mask, as it were. What a freakin mess!

Strader starts to go after O’Reilly. The ref tries to stop her, but slips on a small pool of O’Reilly’s blood. Strader goes to the outside to attack O’Reilly.

Brian Rentfro: Jesus Christ! That’s disgusting!
Jon McDaniel: The PWA officials may want to think about stepping in here, before the Nevada State Athletic Commission does. You know they don’t like blood. LOOK OUT! O’REILLY HAS A CHAIR!

O’Reilly kicks Strader, then shoves her back first into the steel ringpost. O’Reilly swings the chair at Strader’s head, but MNS ducks. O’Reilly drops the chair, and rties to shake the pain out of his hands. Strader grabs a chair and slides into the ring, daring O’Reilly to get back into the ring. O’Reilly grabs his chair and slides in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: CHAIR DUEL, MCDANIEL!

The chairs crash together twice. O”Reilly kicks Stradeer in the stomach, then swings the chair. Strader ducks and swings. Strader connects with a shot that drops O’Reilly to his knees, where he eats another nasty chairshot. Strader covers for the pin.
1
2
O’Reilly rolls the shoulder up.

Strader pulls SOR to his feet and goes for an Irish whip. SOR reverses and catches the rebounding MNS with a hurancanran over the top rope. Strader hits the floor feet first , but her momentum carries her head first into the steel barricade, cutting her open.

Brian Rentfro: Just when I thought it couldn’t get more violent! Now Strader’s bleeding.
Jon McDaniel: This went from a technical classic to a bloody hardcore brawl! What’s next?

SOR hits a couple of weak chops on Strader. They’re weak, but not completely ineffective. Strader slumbs back against the barricade. SOR slides in the ring and climbs to the top rope. He launches himself at MNS. Strader moves and O’Reilly takes the full force of the dive.

Strader pulls herself up and grabs SOR. She pulls him by the hair over to the announce table. MNS, along with Tamika, pulls the monitors off the table, and lay SOR on it.

Brian Rentfro: Get up McDaniel ! The Strader girls are setting the table!

MNS slides into the ring and climbs to the top rope. SOR slowly rolls off the table and to his feet. MNS decides to attempt the dive anyway.

SOR catches MNS in midflight and spinebusters her through the announce table.

Brian Rentfro: OH MY FREAKING GOD!!!

Jon McDaniel: I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! THESE TWO ARE KILLING EACH OTHER!

The crowd are split in their chants. Half are chanting “HOLY SHIT!” The other half are chanting “PWA! PWA!”

SOR rolls Strader into the ring, and drags her by the hair to the middle of the ring. He pulls her up and grabs her by the hair.

Brian Rentfro: Here we go again!

SOR starts hittng the rapid fire headbutts again, but by the fifth one, the pace has slowed considerably. At seven, O’Reilly and Strader both fall to their knees. At eight, O’Reilly stops and lets got of Strader.

Brian Rentfro: They’re both bloody messes, McDaniel.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, but most of the blood even on Strader, belongs to O’Reilly.

Brian Rentfro: Now they’re just on their knees staring at each other. If they’re still conscious.

Strader answers Rentfro by hitting an open hand blow to O’Reilly’s cheek. O’Reilly answers with a right cross. Now they’re trading punches and slaps, and forearms. Strader finally gets the best of the exchange and hits SOR with a backhand to the side of the head, knocking him over.

Strader wills herself to her feet and grabs the chair. O’Reilly slowly gets to his feet. Strader swings the chair, O’Reilly drops to the mat to avoid, and the chair hits referee Davis, knocking him out.

Strader gets ready to swing on O’Reilly again.

O’Reilly with a kick to the gut, making Strader drop the chair. DDT by O’Reilly on Strader. O’Reilly gets the chair. T
amika on the apron. O’Reilly smacks her with the chair. Down goes Tamika.
O’Reilly gives the kill sign. He pulls MNS to her feet, nails a face first powerslam, then slaps on the Cattle Mutilation hold.
Brian Rentfro: CATTLE MUTILATION! THIS ONE IS ALL OVER!

Jon McDaniel: BUT THERE’S NO REFEREE.

Brian Rentfro: STRADER’S TAPPING! OR SHE’S TRYING TO TAP! SHE’S SO TWISTED UP, SHE CAN’T HIT THE MAT, BUT SHE’S TAPPIN!

Jon McDaniel: BUT WITH NO REF IT DOESN’T MATTER.

“What the Hell” by Avril Lavigne starts playing and Tina Madison comes walking down the aisle, carrying a towel. Clark Ford and Alex Jameson are nowhere to be seen. O’Reilly releases Strader from Cattle Mutilation and gets to his feet. Madison has a big smile on her face as she climbs up on the ring apron. O’Reilly holds the ropes open for her as she cautiously climbs in. Madison walks over to Strader, turns her nose up at her and walks over to the corner to get the mic from Eric Emerson. She stands face to face with O’Reilly in the middle of the ring.

Madison: Shawn, it took me some time and (rubbing her neck) some convincing, but I’ve finally realized…that…(voice cracking)…you were right this whole time (crowd boos, as O’Reilly smiles.) These people don’t care about me. Uncle Clark and Alex…they don’t care about me. You care about me…and, well Shawn…I …. I accept your offer. (The crowd boos heavily. O’Reilly wipes the blood from around his eyes. He looks to be very emotional.) They embrace. (Even louder boos.)

Jon McDaniel: I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS!

Brian Rentfro: It looks like he has realized his quest to “save” Tina Madison.

Madison: Shawn, you’re so bloody. Here take this (hands O’Reilly the towel)

O’Reilly takes the towel and starts wiping the blood from his face. At one point he covers his eyes. This is when Tina takes a step back, then kicks O’Reilly between the legs. O’Reilly drops the towel, and slowly falls to his knees. He looks as if he doesn’t understand.

O’Reilly: Why, Tina? Why?

Madison: AFTER ALL YOU’VE DONE TO ME? AFTER EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE TO EVERYBODY ELSE AROUND HERE, YOU THINK I’D ACTUALLY JOIN YOU. YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME. THESE PEOPLE CARE ABOUT ME! (crowd roars its approval.) OH, SHAWN (grabs the chair MNS dropped) ONE MORE THING!!

Madison absolutely smashes O’Reilly with the chair. O’Reilly falls face forward, unconscious.

She raises the chair in the air, drinking in the cheers of the fans. She rolls O’Reilly over on his back, and helps Strader cover him. She then goes over and helps the referee, who is slowly coming to. Then Madison leaves the ring and walks backwards up the aisle, smiling, as the ref counts
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DING DING!

Eric Emerson: YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE NEXT ROUND OF THE WHO’S THE MAN TOURNAMENT……: MEGHAN NASH STRADERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: SHE SWERVED O’REILLY AND GOT A SMALL MEASURE OF REVENGE! GOOD FOR HER. SHE HAD ME AND THESE FANS FOOLED FOR A MINUTE. SHE WAS JUST WAITING FOR O’REILLY TO TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER.

Brian Rentfro: WELL SHE WAS AN ASPIRING ACTOR! AND OBVIOUSLY A PRETTY DAMN GOOD ONE! BUT I GOT A FEELING THAT THERE MIGHT BE HELL TO PAY WHEN O’REILLY WAKES UP!!

Jon McDaniel: MAYBE SO, BUT THE MOMENTUM IN THIS FEUD HAS DEFINITELY SHIFTED IN TINA MADISON’S DIRECTION.
AND MEGHAN NASH STRADER MOVES ON TO THE NEXT ROUND, WHERE SHE COULD POSSIBLY GET HER HANDS ON HUNTER SULLIVAN AGAIN!

Brian Rentfro: OR SULLIVAN COULD GET HIS HANDS ON HER AND GET SOME REVENGE!

Tamika rolls into the ring and helps her sister up. They celebrate their victory in the ring as the crowd cheers. They then walk up the aisle, arms raised.

O’Reilly slowly makes his way to his feet. He rolls under the bottom rope and begins to walk back up the aisle. He looks defeated, not only physically, but emotionally. The nasty gash on his head is still bleeding

Jon McDaniel: I DON’T FEEL SORRY FOR THAT GUY ONE BIT!

Brian Rentfro: HE JUST GOT SCREWED OUT OF A SURE VICTORY! STRADER WAS GIVING UP! I THINK THE PWA OFFICIALS NEED TO INVESTIGATE THIS AND MAYBE EVEN REVERSE THIS DECISION!

McDaniel (angrily): NOT GONNA HAPPEN, RENTFRO! REFEREE’S DECISION IS FINAL! NOW LET’S GO TO THE BACK!

Understanding Accents


Backstage, Asian reporter Trisha Taka-ehr, Toshi Yang who's appearance on the show gets a big pop from the Rampage fans in attendance finds himself standing next to a rather tall, slender and gaunt looking individual with slicked back coal black hair, a myriad of anonymous nicks, cuts and scars and a complexion that matches the white of the knuckles on a tightly clenched fist. Dressed to impress but in the most unusual of manners, the new face on the screen wears chalk grey suit pants but with a very loud crimson red button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black tie to complete the image.

Toshi Yang: Konichiwa! Toshi Yang here with a world exclusive. For the first time ever, I have the privilege of welcoming PWA's newest roster member to our screens. Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to introduce all of you to “The Black Spider” Vitaliy Sokolov!

With a slight smile, Vitaliy gives Toshi a nod of recognition.

Vitaliy Sokolov: Privyet, comrade.

Sokolov's warm greeting puts a smile on the face of the anxious young interviewer, put at ease in thinking that the Siberian Submission Specialist is harmless to those who would not trouble him.

Toshi Yang: Vitaliy-san, you have come all the way from the snowy peaks of far eastern Russia and you have arrived here, in the PWA. What brings you here?

He pauses, muses then addresses the camera and the audience watching at home.

Vitaliy Sokolov: Art, comrade. Art and freedom. In my home country, they hailed me as the greatest submission artist of my generation, unmatched in skill and dedication. The limbs of my enemies were my paint brush, their nerves and windpipe my pallet and the unlimited number of chokes, tweaks, torques, twists, holds and bars at my disposal are the strokes and splatters that create my beautiful masterpiece. All that I wanted, all that I needed was a fine canvas for all the world to see. A place where I could display my extraordinary gifts to the world.

Toshi nods in understanding as S-3 takes a step forward into the spotlight.

[B]Vitaliy Sokolov:[/B] But there was none big enough, no stage grand enough for what my countrymen said was immeasurable ability. The Olympics Commission of the Russian Republic would not have me on their wrestling or judo teams because of their obsession with youthful prodigies. The tournaments and nationals no longer presented a challenge to me as I effortlessly made my way to countless gold medals and trophies. At home, there were no lands left for me to conquer. Yet still the hunger in my heart burns like the Olympic flame that eludes me.

Sokolov's smile fades, symbolic of his Olympic hopes as the years flew by and he entered his later adult and mid years. Toshi's grin too vanishes from his face, saddened by the troubled warriors tale.

Vitaliy Sokolov: But I am not a man who accepts defeat as an excuse to regress and run away from your ambitions. Instead of representing my country at The Games, I came here. I came to a brand new world to conquer. I come to the P Double A not as enemy of America but as ambassador of my home country and the sports that I love. I have come here to give 110%, to show the world and everyone in the arena what I am capable of. I want to educate these great American citizens to the true beauty of the submission arts, I want to show them what I have shown millions of Russians back home, so that they can feel as passionately about my art as I do.

Toshi Yang: That sounds great. When will the PWA fans get to see this art that you practice?

Vitaliy Sokoov: In exactly one weeks time comrade. I will show everyone why I am called “The Black Spider”, why I am the bold new champion in professional wrestling and when I make my opponent submit to any one of my deadly submission holds? They will all be shouting along with me when stare at the sky and scream my two favourite words in my mother tongue...

Sokolov stops and stares at the ceiling with a grin a mile wide as he bellows out the immortal words...

BOLSHOI PABEDAAAAAA!!!

Without another word or explanation, Sokolov exits stage left to make his departure from the ring while a pleased Toshi nods in approval and heads back his own way. Pwa's latest acquisition, a fan-friendly, die-hard Russian submission fighter, it's going to make for interesting times for all those who will have to face him in the coming weeks.

Johnny Maverick vs Hunter Sullivan

WTM 2013 Opening Round


Hunter starts the offense off as the bell rings with a drop toe hold. Maverick is back up though and so is Hunter. Maverick goes for a roundhouse kick but Hunter ducks and then takes him down with an arm drag. Maverick rolls back to his feet and bounces off the ropes and goes cactus clothesline that puts Hunter down. Maverick with a moonsault lands perfectly on Hunter and covers but only gets a 1 count. Hunter throws Johnny off of him with power and follows it up with an exploder back breaker that wows the crowd! Hunter covers but only gets a 2 count. He gets to his feet and lifts Johnny up but Johnny begins going for a torrent of strikes, lashing out with his elbows and knees. He catches Hunter in the side of the head with an elbow before bringing his knee up to Hunter’s face and putting The Viper down.

The Sadistic Sex Symbol seeks to press his advantage as he lifts Hunter up. Hunter however with a European uppercut pushes Maverick back. Hunter follows it through with a dropkick to the knees to put Johnny down to the canvas. Immediately Hunter’s back up and locks Johnny into his dreaded Texas Clover Leaf. Johnny writhes in pain but quickly manages to grab the bottom rope. Hunter lets go at the request of referee Scott Swindell and moves away. He pulls Maverick by the legs back towards him but Maverick gives him a kick to his knees now for the trouble. Maverick up and finally connects with the roundhouse kick he attempted earlier in the match. Maverick goes to the top rope and comes off as he goes for a hurricanrana! BUT HUNTER REVERSES IT!!! Hunter throws himself forward as Maverick is in mid-hurricanrana, putting Maverick face and stomach first to the canvas as Hunter rolls forward with Maverick’s legs around his neck and shoulders. As Hunter lands on top of Johnny, he quickly pushes himself forward and un-wraps Maverick’s legs from his upper body and instead puts Maverick right back into the Texas Clover Leaf! This time they’re in the middle of the ring, with Hunter Sullivan closer to the ropes. Hunter wrenches the hold and tares, and as Johnny writhes in pain he is forced to tap out. Hunter maintains the hold as the bell ring before dropping Johnny’s legs and stepping forward. Scott Swindell raises his arms in victory.

Winner: Hunter Sullivan in 5:32

His Name Is Bud


Jon McDaniel: And now let's send it back to Bud Adams with Bodie Vera Cruz

Brian Rentfro: Well, this should be interesting

Cut to backstage. Bodie Vera Cruz is stnading next to Bud. Bodie is dressed to impress, with his liger striped Zubaz©
pants and his World Famous Flea Market© (www.wffm.biz) T-shirt. He seems really excited, pacing back and forth.

Bud Adams: Bud Adams here. Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time...WILL YOU PLEASE STAND STILL! (Bodie stops pacing and takes his mark next to Bud.) This man sure knows how to make an impact in the PWA. He denuts, albeit in a losing effort, then affects the outcome of our main event, sending it into complete and total anarchy. My guest at this time, Bodie "The Body" Vera Cruz."

Bodie: WHAT'S GOIN ON, BROTHER!

Bud: Tone it down a bit, if you don't mind. In one week, you turned an exciting, entertaining main event into a train wreck. And you did it to what, try and get a date with the PWA champion, Anna Mathews? Whaddaya think this is, a Match.com meet and mix?

Bodie: First things first, bro. Tina Madison, congrats on the win. Can't say it was all you, but a win is a win. And as far as you go, Shawn O'Reilly. Your a complete and utter douche nozzle, bro. Our time is comin.

Next I wanna say sumpin to Brian Rentfro. Dude, I was just out there to help ya, bro, And I know you were all torqued up abot what happened to McDaniel, but ya didn' have to be a toolbag to me, bro. Check the ratings for the main event. Best of the whole show. You're welcome.

Now on to the main event. Dude, that was some action packed action right there, bro!

Ever since Sunday night, Bob, people been comin up to me, and they'd be all like, 'Bodie.' And I'd be all like, 'Shyeah?'
Then they'd be all like, "1st off you are the baddest of the baddasses.' And I'd be all like, 'Shyeah, I know right.' Then they'd be all....

Bud: JUST GET ON WITH IT! AND THE NAME IS BUD, DAMMIT!

Bodie: OK, OK...whatever. They were all askin me why I was messin with Anna Mathews and cause her to lose her match.

That got me thinkin.

Anna, honest, babe, I wasn't tryin to make you lose your match. I was just tryin to get your attention. I know that ringside ain't the best place, but I really didn have much choice. I tried to talk to ya backstage, but you really don't make yourself available to anybody, except that Meghan Nash Strader chick.

Couple weeks ago, me and the boys were kickin it back in caterin, and I saw her go knock on your door. When she went in I thought I'd go knock on your door, and see how you was doin. It was locked. Then I heard you guys laughin. Then I heard stuff gettin knocked around and stuff breakin. Then you guys were like makin moanin and yelpin sounds. I was like' Dude, I don' know what's goin on in there.'

Bud (annoyed): I mean, Jesus Christ, man! Are you serious? The noise, the laughing. The moaning. You didn't know what was goin on?

Bodie gives Bud a confused look. Then it hits him.

Bodie: Oh. Ohhh. OHHHHHHHHH! (laughs that typical meathead laugh.) Dude, I get it now! I know what you two chicks were doin, bro!

Bud grins and nods his head as if to think "By Jove, I think he's got it. Wrong.

Bodie: You two were sparring! (Bud facepalms and shakes his head, amazed.) That explains the stuff breaking. You chicks were rollin, ok... ok ...I get it. And the moain must've been you two stretchin each other, like the old school wrestlin trainers use to stretch the new guys. And the yelpin....Maybe you stretched each other too much?
And I never heard so much prayin goin on. Alot of Oh God and all. You chicks are deep.

Bud: Are you Fu...(stifles the F-bomb) Are you kidding me!

Bodie: No, bro, I'm dead ass serious, bro. They sparred hard. A couple hours later I saw Strader leave Anna's dressin room. Dude, she looked rough. Hair all messed up. She was covered in sweat. Her sweatpants were ripped, and her shirt was on backwards. Those chicks are serious bout their sparrin, bro.

Bud: THAT'S IT! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER! BACK TO YOU JON AND BRIAN! JESUS CHRIST, WHAT A MORON!

Bodie: Hey, Anna. No hard feelins, K? Call me, K? (Gives 2 thumbs up)

Fade to ringside.

Project X vs Matt Stone

WTM 2013 Opening Round


The bell sounds with Matt Stone looking up at Project X, running his mouth like he always does. PX takes a swing at Stone who ducks under the blow and gets behind his larger opponent, sending a quick kick at his inside leg. Stone connects with a second kick and hits the ropes, but has he comes back he’s lifted up off the mat with a hard powerslam. PX goes for an early cover and gets a two count. X lifts matt up, connecting with a back elbow smash before grabbing him by the throat and is brought down hard with a two-handed chokeslam! Another cover by PX nets another two count. X is bringing Matt up to his feet, but Stone sticks his thumb in the eye hole of the mask, runs and hits the ropes, coming back with a snap neckbreaker. Matt floats over for a cover but only finds a one count. Stone quickly hooks X’s head in a dragon sleeper, but Matt is pushed off rather quickly. Project X gets to his feet, calling for Stone to come at him, which matt does, charging at X for a leaping forearm, but X catches him and slams him down with a spinebuster! X makes the cover and nets another two count.

Jon McDaniel: Project X looking impressive in his comeback so far.

Brian Rentfro: Don't count out Matt Stone, he went the distance last year.

Stone is getting up now only to catch a knee lift from X, doubling over in pain. X pulls him in and delivers a quick piledriver, dropping Stone on his cranium. X rolls Matt over and makes the cover, getting the closest fall thus far. Dazed, Stone is unable to react as X lifts him to his feet, wrapping his hand around his throat, X looks for a Chokeslam, but Stone is able to spin in the air, wrapping his legs around X’s body and pulling him forward with a pin attempt, netting a two count. Both men are to their feet, X a little faster as Stone is nursing a bruised body, but as PX rushes in for a big boot, Stone sidesteps the foot and connects with a low dropkick aimed at the knee of PX. Stone is back up quickly as X drops to a knee, Stone locking his head and dropping him straight down with a DDT. Rather than go for a cover, Matt hits the ropes and comes back with a flipping senton, but PX rolls out of the way. Matt lands on his back as PX gets up, lifting Stone up for a powerbomb, but Stone, while in the air, wiggles free and raises his right leg up, falling down back first, but grabbing PX’s head as he goes down and drives it right into his knee for the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! Matt rolls PX over and makes the cover

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Winner: Matt Stone via pinfall at 11:52

The Plot Thickens V


There is a camera crew lurking around backstage and they seem to be coming to May Havoc’s locker room. The door is only slightly open a crack, and so they force it open a bit more and peer inside to see what’s going on.

May Havoc: You actually got him to sign this information over?

The camera catches May Havoc sitting on a bench, one knee up as she rests her foot on a chair opposite her to lace her boots. Some ways to her left sits Simon Kalis, his black eye patch has a PWA logo and his legs are draped with a wooly blanket over his legs in the wheelchair he is now confined to. To his side is a plan black briefcase which he taps.

Simon Kalis: Well I didn’t really let him read the contract I had him sign. It’s not like I lied about paying Robinson some bonuses for letting me host Rampage in my arenas. Nor did I lie about that bit either.

Simon has such a shit eating grin, so full of himself as he slides the briefcase over to May.

Simon Kalis: I’ve already had my attorney’s look everything over.

May Havoc finishes lacing up and taps the top of the briefcase.

May Havoc: Full financial disclosure?

Simon Kalis: Yep.

Simon takes a moment to light a cigarette, smiling as he exhales from the first drag.

Simon Kalis: Complete access to the books on the PWA for the last two years. I figured I’d give you a copy. You know, as a sign of good faith. Even highlighted all the juicy stuff.

May scoffs.

May Havoc: Good faith, huh?

Simon Kalis: Yeah. There’s also this.

With his cigarette hanging from the left side of his mouth, Simon reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out one of those dossiers he’s always carrying around. He hands it to May Havoc.

Simon Kalis: I did as I said I would, looked into your sisters. This is all the information I’ve been able to dig up so far.

May Havoc: All of it?

Simon nods.

Simon Kalis: Certainly. I told you, you can trust me May.

Simon pats her on the leg, but quietly withdraws with another quick grin as May shoots him a silent glare of death.

Simon Kalis: The rumors of my loyalties are so very misconstrued.

May Havoc: Uh huh. We’ll see. But it’s a start.

Simon Kalis: Good luck tonight, eh. Take it from me. Winning Who’s The Man is a big deal.

May looks him up and down and nods and just as she turns her gaze towards the locker room door our faithful sneaky cameramen quickly back away.

Fantastic Andy: I signed over financial release papers?

The camera turns around and we see Fantastic Andy nervously crouched behind the cameraman.

Fantastic Andy: Aw shi-

We fade to ringside.

Mark McNasty vs The Phoenix

WTM 2013 Opening Round


Eric Emerson: The falling contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Round One Match in the Whos The Man Tournament! Introducing First…

The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Atlanta, Gerogia. Weighting in at 255, and standing at 6 foot 3 inches,

Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back.

Eric Emerson: He's "The Main Event."

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience.

Eric Emerson: MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp. He slaps hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left, then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes his way to his corner as the music fades.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 lbs and hailing from St. Louis, Missouri… THE PHOENIX!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

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

Ding Ding

Robinson immediately charges Mark, looking to put the Venereal disease Mark McNasty to the mat! But Mark doesn’t go down, shifting to plant his weight. He brings his forearms down across Rob-Rob’s back with a thud. Robinson stands up and Mark swings a short clothesline, which is ducked. Robinson with a european uppercut to McNasty snapping his head back…

Jon McDaniel: Who do you think is gonna win this round Brian?

Brian Rentfro: It better be The Phoenix, I got a congratulatory case of Yahoo to send to his dressing room.

POW! Robinson goes down! He’s up, he’s DOWN again thanks to a Mark McNasty right hand! Robinson gets up once more, McNasty scoops him up. Mark shows Robinson to all four sides of the building, then delivers a huge running powerslam in the middle of the ring. McNasty makes a cover...

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Kickout and The Phoenix rolls to the outside of the ring to compose himself.

Jon McDaniel: A little rest for the veteran.

Robinson is still outside as Cross gets his count up to five. McNasty motions for Robinson to get back into the ring. Robinson gets on the apron — McNasty makes a move. Robinson ducks into the ropes. Robinson steps back in, McNasty hammers him. Into the ropes, Robinson shot off at a run. Shoulderblock takes him down! McNasty looks down, hits the ropes himself. Robinson flips on his belly, forcing McNasty to leap over him. McNasty up, Robinson leapfrogs the charging VD riddled Bastard! Hip toss from Robinson, McNasty blocks, high hip toss of his own! Robinson rolls back outside, cursing in frustration as McNasty looks out over the crowd with a Nasty smirk.

Jon McDaniel: McNasty always a crowd favourite.

Brian Rentfro: Fans have no taste. The Phoenix is pure class.

Jon McDaniel: Ass maybe.

Cross telling Robinson to bring it back inside. Robinson steps in, McNasty this time grabs him — Robinson with a shoulderblock through the ropes. Dwayne telling them to get out of the ropes, Robinson flips over with a sunset flip attempt! He can’t get tMark down as he is blocked and McNasty reaches down with both hands to pick up Rob-Rob! Double-choke lift — Robinson kicks McNasty right in the solar plexus. McNasty doubles over, and Robinson quickly delivers a couple european uppercuts. Irish whip but McNasty smartly reverses it — but Robinson then ducks under the arms again and twists McNasty up with a sudden side Russian Leg Sweep, and quickly initiates a single leg Boston Crab! Kick to the thigh, another, and Robinson tries to twist McNasty' legs into the submission hold.... McNasty fighting with his legs. He twists one way, then the other, then throws Robinson off. And Robinson bounces off the ring mat.

Jon McDaniel: McNasty doesn’t want to lose to The Phoenix.

Brian Rentfro: He has no choice.

McNasty sits up — Robinson with a diving european uppercut right to the face! Robinson slaps on a old school sleeper hold. Robinson kicks the canvas, wrenching on the hold. McNasty grunts and forces his way up. Back to his feet, he throws a big elbow that rocks Robinson off of him. Robinson hits the ropes, charges in with a spinebuster but Robinson counters with a DDT!

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McNasty kicks out. Robinson gets up, drops a leg across McNasty' face. Another cover...

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kick-out. Robinson yells at Cross to count properly, then covers again, forearm across the chin.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t like bias referee’s like Dwayne Cross. Self-righteous jerk.

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McNasty with a kick-out.

Robinson sits McNasty up… and kicks him hard in the spine. McNasty still in a seated position, Robinson flies at him and delivers a rolling necksnap! McNasty springs backwards to the canvas like a shot. Robinson leaps over and gets a side headlock on the canvas. McNasty uses his l legs to catch Robinson with a headscissors. The Phoenix showing his grand ability back flips over to get out of the hold. And he leaps right back onto McNasty for the side headlock!

Jon McDaniel: Brian, we are lucky to witness the 203rd match up of The Phoenix and Mark McNasty!

Brian Rentfro: Actually Jon I think it’s the 204th.



McNasty turns himself over, looking to get back to his feet. McNasty feeding off the crowd chanting his name is able to stand up, Robinson trying to hold on. McNasty suddenly shifts behind Robinson and picks him up for a devastating belly-to-back suplex, half-dumping Robinson on his head! Each man up, Robinson comes in for a tie-up but is nailed with a belly to belly suplex! Robinson flies almost out of the ring, and then gets up only to have Mark McNasty charge him and clothesline him to the floor. Robinson hits the floor hard as the fans cheer! Cross goes to make his count; McNasty exits the ring to go after Robinson. Dwayne tells McNasty to bring it in the ring.

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McNasty has Robinson outside, big right hand sends The Phoenix staggering. Irish whip right into the guard rail. Robinson stumbles forward, caught by the hands of McNasty for a belly-to-belly suplex onto the hard ground! Crowd erupts for McNasty!

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Crowd: MC-NAS-TY! MC-NAS-TY! MC-NAS-TY!

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Robinson holding his back in pain. McNasty picks him up with a hammerlock and takes Robinson for a walk to the announce table. McNasty bashes Robinson's face into the table, then looks out. McNasty gets a grip on on Rob-Rob’s head and bashes him into the hard wood cause the PWA isn’t cheap, all the finest carpentry is used. Robinson leg shoots backwards, catching Mark in his Nasty balls. Robinson tries to regain his bearings. He shoves everything off the announce table; McDaniel and Rentfro scatter. Robinson grabs Mark McNasty and rolls him onto the table! Robinson with repeated shots.

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Robinson choking McNasty, then rolls back into the ring. He hops up onto the top turnbuckle.

THE ASHES RIGH THROUGH THE TABLE!

Jon McDaniel: Time to get intimate with the fans Brian.

Brian Rentfro: They smell like Old Spice and shame Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Like you?

Robinson is the first to his feet and he slides into the ring as McNasty slowly rolls off the wreckage. He himself crawls into the ring but doesn’t see The Phoenix stalking him from the side, or at least that is what Rob-Rob thinks. McNasty ducks the grab attempt slipping behind Robinson and one former world champion lays out another with the M&M.

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Rob-Rob got his foot on the bottom rope at the last second! Dwayne calling it, waving off the bell. McNasty looks up and see’s the foot. He slaps the mat. He falls back as Robinson slowly gets up. McNasty goes for the Lights Out but Robinson quick like a dirty alley cat in an alley way behind a Chinese restaurant, Robinson is able to turn around block the attempt kicking McNasty in the stomach. He lays McNasty out with The Flame!!

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DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Your winner and advancing the next round in Who’s The Man…. THE PHOENIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Better get that Yoohoo delivered, excuse me Brian as my iPhone 5!

Jon McDaniel: There is an app for that, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Yes, Jon and many amazing other apps to have chocolatey beverages delivered to locker rooms!

Happy Birthday?


Meghan walks into the locker room to see her baby sister sitting there getting stitched up from when she was blindsided earlier in the evening by Hunter Sullivan. Meghan rushes over to her looking for an explanation.

MNS: What the hell happened, Meek? This is why you weren't at ringside for my match? Who did this?

Tamika shakes her head.

TNS: Who do you think? Maybe he thought you would enjoy me stitched up as a birthday present?

MNS: Hunter.

Tamika just nods. The elder Strader lowers her head, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles are white. She takesa deep breath and sits down beside her baby sister putting her arm around her.

MNS: Don’t worry Meek, I’m going to get that son of a bitch.

TNS: I know you will Meg, it’s what you do you vindictive bitch.

Meghan sneers.

TNS: Happy Birthday by the way.

Meghan’s sneer turns to smiles as she hugs her banged up sister

Jamie Lockheart vs May Havoc

WTM 2013 Opening Round


As the bell sounds they both rush towards each other with Jamie Lockheart going for a dropkick which our Grizzly Beer Champion takes forcing her to the canvas. But she’s back up quickly and hits a corner backflip kick on Jamie as he gets up which pushes him away from her. May Havoc with an enziguri puts Jamie Lockheart down and as Lockheart gets to his feet May Havoc with her own dropkick puts him back down again. May Havoc goes for the cover but she only gets a 2 count. Jamie throws her off of himself forcefully and rises to his feet. May does as well and this time Jamie with a standing neckbreaker takes the champion down to the canvas. He follows it up with a moonsault and goes for the cover, hooking the leg but only gets a 2 count himself now.

Jamie Lockheart gets to his feet and brings May Havoc up with him now and a Frankensteiner for good measure puts her down. He goes for a leg drop but she rolls out of the way and gets to her feet rather quickly and a springboard bulldog gets Jamie off guard. May Havoc climbs up to the top rope and as Jamie comes to his feet she launches off nailing a missile dropkick that drops him to the canvas. Unsatisfied yet with the assault, May Havoc hits a corkscrew moonsault- CRY HAVOC! She covers! 1! 2!! NO!!! JAMIE GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES AND STOPS THE COUNT! May Havoc gets to her feet and can’t believe but but she goes for a knee stomp which Jamie avoids by rolling out of the ring. He’s on the apron now and knocks May across the face with a forearm smash from the apron before getting back into the ring. He goes for a spinning wheel kick but May ducks it and puts him down with a Headscissors Takedown. She quickly springboards and hits a 630 splash out of no where- DOGS OF WAR!!! She covers, hooking a leg!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

May has her arm raised in victory as she grabs the Grizzly Beer title and leaves the ring.

Winner: May Havoc in 7:32

To Be The Man


PWA ARCHIVES
4-03-2011 - PWA CHAOS
MATTHEW ENGEL PRECARD INTERVIEW


In the interview room are Matthew Engel and Bud Adams, setting up for a usual post pay-per-view interview with the star of its show. Bud Adams is dressed in a dress shirt, no tie, and pants. Engel is a little more dressed up, matching his trademark dark green tuxedo with a dark green suit.

Bud Adams: "Let's get this started, Matt. You've participated in the Who's the Man tournament only two out of the last four, including this past one."

Matthew Engel: "Yeah that's correct. The 2009 tournament was during a brief hiatus, or voluntary retirement if you will, that I took after defeating Scott Nash Strader at Unsanctioned. I didn't come back to the PWA until that summer."

Bud Adams: "You and Scott had a memorable rivalry that really took the PWA by storm."

Matthew Engel: "We certainly did and I'm sure Scott still talks about it all the time to this day. In 2010, I wasn't participating in the tournament due to the fact that I was teaming up with Jethro Hayes and battling the Order of Chaos. That seemed more important to me at the time, as we created one of the most dominate tag teams in recent history."

Bud Adams: "Absolutely. I believe at the time you were the only team to ever decisively beat Simon and Adrian Kalis."

Matthew Engel: "We still are the only team, Bud. That's why we're the best. We word our team name in a silly way, but it's a cold hard fact."

Bud Adams: "And now in 2011, you are the World Champion and the Franchise of the PWA. How do you feel about that?"

Engel takes a deep breath, letting it soak in. You can see the excitement in his face, like a boy discovering his Christmas presents early.

Matthew Engel: "This is truly a special moment for me. This is only... what... twice in PWA history where the winner of the tournament was crowned champion? Now I realize that's just luck on my part, but it's a historical moment nonetheless. Everything it took for me to survive and to win, every match from Genesis to last week... it's a great feeling to have it pay off."

Bud Adams: "What does it mean to you to be the Franchise of the PWA?"

Matthew Engel: "Honestly, you know me pretty well Bud. I'm not really a company man and I've never been the real face of the PWA. But that's something I'm fine with. However, this year, I am going to do whatever I can to figure out the answer to that question. Right now, what it means to me is that I'm the best. I've got proof. But it's not over yet, Bud. With this big win comes a responsibility that I haven't ever had to deal with: leading this company to greatness and setting it up for success for years to come.

When I figure out how to do that, I'll probably have a better answer for you."

Adams nods and switches gears.

Bud Adams: "Any idea on who your opponent will be in your first title defense?"

Matthew Engel: "No idea at this point. I spoke with Mark about it, but he's focused on a lot of other things right now. I want it to be Jethro Hayes at this point. It was looking like him and I would see each other in the finals of the tournament and that would have been phenomenal. Two rivals with a history of amazing matches and moments fighting to be called the Man and new World Champion; why on Earth would you remove that opportunity? You know, it was a bad decision on Mark's part, which is why I'm voicing my opinion that Hayes be my first title defense."

Bud Adams: "What do you think the chances are that Mark will agree to that?"

Matthew Engel: "Slim to none. When has he ever been the guy to let someone else call the shots, especially when he's in charge?"

Bud Adams: "A good point there. So you were dissatisfied with his decision to turn the tournament that night into a fatal fourway match? Even though the match was a great success?"

Matthew Engel: "Obviously I overcame the obstacles and won, I still did what I set out to do. I'm good with that. However, it just left a bad taste in my mouth. It leaves room for doubt."

Adams takes a drink of his water bottle.

Bud Adams: "And what would you say to the challengers in next year's tournament, about what it takes to win?"

Engel pauses for a moment and then brings his World Championship into the picture, laying it over his right shoulder and leaning forward.

Matthew Engel: "Here's the harsh reality and how unlikely your chances are of winning: you have to be better than a dozen or so fighters. You can't make a mistake. You don't get mulligans, unless you're Lucious Starr apparently. It will probably be one of the proudest moments of your career, if you can pull it off. Take a look at some of the wrestlers before me who have won the tournament. Corey Lazarus, Jacob Figgins, Hunter Sullivan, Simon Kalis... legendary PWA names. Yes, I will even admit that.

These are men who sacrificed everything just to be the franchise of the PWA. Only two of them have been able to be World Champion, and that right there should tell you just how fucking hard it is at the top."

Engel pauses, getting a tad bit emotional, which is weird.

Matthew Engel: "I'm going to enjoy my success, but I am already preparing for the long road ahead of me defending my new position here in the PWA. This company is about to see a World Championship reign unlike anything before."

Bud Adams: "Well thank you, Matt, I really appreciate the time."

Engel nods and sits back in his chair, letting out a sigh of relief. The camera zooms in on the World Championship, which has engraved on it: "MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL - THE FRANCHSE OF THE PWA". Camera zooms back out to Engel and the World Title once more before cutting to static.

Cody Bogard vs William Mercy

WTM 2013 Opening Round


The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to Naked Arms plays. Once the intro finishes and goes into the main theme, smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

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

All those dreams, all of my hope, all life come undone
In a world beaten and broken I can see a rising sun
Burning down, scorching the earth, nowhere left to hide
Try to stop all this destruction, find a way, turn the tide
Reveal the bond that's made
Between the light and the shade

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, standing at 5'11 and weighing 210 pounds... THE CRISIS ACE... CODY BOGARD!!!!

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

Shining white and hot is a moon so unforgiving
The break of day will leave a scar
Nothing we belleve can protect us from tomorrow
Enjoy today from where we are

I will believe to the end
Even with my face pressed to the fire
I won't be shaken or moved
By the heat getting closer and higher

Sink or swim
Lose or win
Hold on with my naked arms

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

All those dreams, all of my hope, all life come undone
In a world beaten and broken I can see a rising sun
Burning down, scorching the earth, nowhere left to hide
Try to stop all this destruction, find a way, turn the tide
Reveal the bond that's made
Between the light and the shade

Cody takes his time to prepare for the match as the theme fades out.

"Parabola" by Tool hits the sound system as William Mercy comes out from backstage. He doesn't receive a positive reaction from the crowd.

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 194 pounds and hailing from the Windy City...

William Mercy walks down to the ring, dressed in black and gold tights with black boots. The sound picks up even more as Mercy hits the ring, sliding in.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, WILLIAM MERCY!

Mercy chooses a corner and begins to warm up, getting ready for his match. Keeping his focus 100 percent in the ring, he waits for the match to start.

DING DING!

Another exciting bout between William Mercy and Cody Bogard was well underway, as both men were going back and forth with exciting attacks and devastating holds. The two men tried to out-wrestle each other for the first five minutes of the match, which proved to be a stalemate until William Mercy was able to flip out of a german suplex and nail Bogard in the jaw with a running knee uppercut. Mercy would take control of the match, dominating Bogard for a little while with big impact moves, namely a fisherman's suplex off the top rope. Mercy would go for a pinfall attempt after that, but Bogard would kick out barely.

Brian Rentfro: A close fall there, Jon! Mercy can smell blood in the water!

Jon McDaniel: So can someone else - there's Jethro Hayes!

Hayes had come down to the ring slowly, but didn't really phase Mercy all that much who spotted him almost instantly. Mercy kept on Bogard while Hayes remained distant. Bogard would reverse out of a stalling vertical suplex and take Mercy down with a lou thesz press, drilling Mercy with lefts and rights. Mercy would shove Bogard off of him and Bogard would go back on the attack for a few minutes, taking the fight hard to Mercy from every corner of the ring. Bogard would put Mercy down with a Basara Bomb and go for the cover, but Mercy would kick out after two.

Jon McDaniel: Bogard is coming back now, Brian. He wants this win bad.

Brian Rentfro: Not as bad as Mercy does!

Hayes still keeps his distance and Mercy turns the tables on Bogard after reversing an irish whip. Bogard would try for a lariat, but Mercy would duck underneath and then drill Bogard with a perfectly timed roaring elbow. Mercy would point to his head and then to Hayes, before drilling Bogard in the middle of the ring with the State of Mercy. Mercy would get his three count and advance to the quarterfinals.

Winner: William Mercy in 8:52

Brian Rentfro: And Mercy makes a big statement toward Jethro Hayes, who I bet is regretting making that challenge earlier tonight.

Jon McDaniel: I doubt there is any regret, this match needs to happen to Jethro can focus on getting back to being World Champion.

Brian Rentfro: And if he does do that, I wonder who he would have to thank?

Mercy points at Bogard and then mouths the words "That's how it's done." Hayes gives Mercy a golf clap, and Mercy politely invites Jethro into the ring.

William Mercy: Hey you want some more education?!

Hayes nods his head eagerly and steps into the ring. Mercy backs up, allowing Hayes to enter in without attacking him right away. Hayes walks over to Mercy and gets right in his face. They exchange some heated words.

Brian Rentfro: It's about to go down right now Jon!

Jon McDaniel: And Hayes fires! No! Mercy ducks and rolls out of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Cause he's smart!

Mercy points to his temple again and yells something about how easy it is for him to trick Jethro.

Jethro Hayes: Come on ya pussy!

Mercy points to himself and sarcastically says "Me?" and Hayes nods. Mercy shrugs and then points behind Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Oh man, what the hell?

Jon McDaniel: This is bizarre. Three men wearing... Matthew Engel masks have just hopped the barricade and surrounded Jethro!

Jethro Hayes turns around and is confused for a moment. The masked men hit the ring and one of them nails Jethro with a kick to the side. The other two hold him down and they try to give him some good licks, but Jethro fights back with a big headbutt to the supposed ringleader. He then takes a few kicks to the stomach again but knees one guy in the balls and Plows the other one right down to the canvas! The ringleader gets back up and Jethro Hayes tosses his ass out of the ring as the crowd roars on!

Brian Rentfro: Hayes is ripping these guys apart!

Jon McDaniel: He may be more ready for this than Mercy thinks!

Mercy watches on and has a look of being impressed. He gives Hayes a sarcastic thumbs up and then disappears backstage as we fade from Jethro Hayes staring Mercy down as he leaves.