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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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06-02-2013


The Gokudo vs Hardcore Snowfall

Tag Team Tokyo Street Fight


Jon Jon McDaniel: Now it’s time for the Tokyo Street Fight, pitting the Gokudo team of Tatsuo and Takeshi Takahashi against Hardcore Snowfall, Mr. Hardcore and Scottie ‘The Panther’ Snow. Let’s go up to Eric Emerson for the introductions.

Eric Emerson: WRESTLING FANS, THE FOLLOWING IS THE TOKYO STREET FIRGHT! IN THIS MATCH THERE ARE NO DISQUALIFICATIONS, NO COUNTOUTS, AND NO REFEREE OR DOCTOR STOPPAGES. THE MATCH ONLY ENDS VIA PINFALL, SUBMISSION. INTRODUCING FIRST…AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 445 POUNDS…MR. HARDCORE…SCOTTIE ‘ THE PANTHER’ SNOW…HARD…CORE…SNOOOOOWFALLLLLL!

Hardcore snowfall make their way out of the entrance tunnel and are immediately attacked by the Gokudo with steel chairs. Tatsuo pairs off with Mr. Hardcore, while Takeshi pairs off with Snow.

Tatsuo and Mr. Hardcore battle to the souvenir area while Takeshi and Snow battle to the concession area.

Tatsuo smashes Mr, H. with a chairshot that splits him open, but seems to also fire him up. A second chairshot only serves to pump him up even more. Chairshot number three sends Mr. Hardcore sprawling to the floor. Tatsuo looks at Mr. H., then at the broken chair, and shakes his head. He throws the chair down and pulls Mr. H. up to a seated position. He then bites Mr. Hardcore’s forehead, licks the blood from his forehead, and spits it back in Hardcore’s face.

Jon Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! I’M GONNA VOMIT!
Brian Brian Rentfro: THAT IS, AT BEST, UNSANITARY!

Meanwhile, at the concession area, Takeshi is whipping Scottie Snow with a belt he took from a fan. He wraps the belt around ‘The Panther’s neck.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Takahashi trying to choke out the Panther!

Snow is struggling to find some way out of the predicament he’s in. He manages to grab a metal napkin holder and smash it against Takeshi’s head, forcing him to let go of the belt. Snow then begins laying forearm smashes to the back of Takeshi. Takeshi responds with a kick to the groin and Snow drops to his knees.

Brian Brian Rentfro: And Takahashi with a kick to the snowballs!
Jon Jon McDaniel: ???
Brian Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I said it!

Takahashi grabs a big plastic trashcan and sets it over Snow’s head and upper body. He then hits him with rapidfire kicks and punches.
Jon Jon McDaniel: Takeshi Rush on a garbage can clad Scottie Snow!
Snow somehow manages to make it to his feet, but with the garbage can covering his head, he can’t see where he’s going. Takeshi follows him as he stumbles and bumbles around. Takeshi gets in front of him, holds a door open and grabs one of the trash can handles to guide Snow out into the parking lot. Takeshi comes up behind Snow, and hits a belly to back suplex. The trash can slightly cushions the impact, but Snow is still stunned. Takeshi pulls the can off Snow, then pulls him up by the arm. He then whips Snow out into the street into the path of an oncoming taxi.

Jon Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD!
Brian Brian Rentfro: LOOK OUT!

The cab screeches to a halt just before it would have crashed into Snow. The Driver leans out the window, furious.
YOU CRAZY ASSHOLE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DO….

Takeshi knocks the driver out with a thrust kick. This leaves an opening for Snow to launch off the hood of the taxi and hit a clothesline.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Who would’ve thought it? A street fight that actually goes out into the street?

Jon Jon McDaniel: A novel idea, to be sure. In all this chaos, we’ve lost track of Tatsuo Takahashi and Mr. Hardcore. Where are they at?

Brian Brian Rentfro: I think they’re still at the souvenir area. We really need a split screen to follow all this.

Tatsuo and Mr. H are still fighting it out at the souvenir area. Mr. Hardcore has gained the upper hand and has Tatsuo reeling. Mr. H grabs a steel chair and swings for Tatsuo. Tatsuo grabs the souvenir vendor and pulls him in front of him, letting the vendor take the impact of the chairshot. Tatsuo then kicks Mr. H in the groin. As Hardcore falls, Takahashi grabs the chair. He walks over to one of the souvenir tables and grabs a Phoenix T-shirt. He pulls it over Mr. Hardcore’s head, positioning it so the Phoenix’s face is covering Mr. Hardcore’s. Tatsuo begins to slam the chair into Mr. H.’s head, bloodying him, and in turn making it look like the Phoenix is bloodied up as well.

Brian Brian Rentfro: You think he’s sending a message, McDaniel?

Jon Jon McDaniel: I do. He’s leaving Mr. Hardcore laying and he’s following the trail of destruction Takeshi and Snow left behind all the way out to the parking lot.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Good. No reason for splitscreen now.

The camera switches to the parking lot just in time to see Scottie Snow whip Takeshi Takahashi into the side of a dumpster, then follow up with a stinger splash. Takeshi crumples to the ground and Snow goes for the pin
1…

2…
Tatsuo smashes Snow in the back with a chairshoit to break up the pin attempt. Snow is writhing on the ground in pain as Tatsuo climbs up the side of the dumpster. He reaches in and pulls out a light tube. He smashes Snow over the head with the tube. Snow falls to the ground, covering his face. Tatsuo climbs the side of the dumpster again. This time he pulls out a table, and a bundle of light tubes taped to the it.

Jon Jon McDaniel: How the hell did that end up in the dumpster.

Brian Brian Rentfro: I smell SETUP!

Takeshi is back on his feet. He drags Snow over to the loading dock area of the arena. Tatsuo set the light tube covered table up below the loading dock. Takeshi picks Snow up and hits a Falcon Arrow through the light tubes and the table to the concrete.

The fans inside the arena start a “HOLY SHIT” chant.

Brian Brian Rentfro: I AGREE! HOLY SHIT!

Jon Jon McDaniel: THIS HAS TO BE IT! TAKESHI WITH THE COVER…
1…
2….

NO! MR. HARDCORE FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A MASSIVE CHAIRSHOT TO THE BACK OF TAKESHI TO MAKE THE SAVE!

Tatsuo comes in to help Takeshi, but eats a chairshot for his troubles. Mr. H. goes ove to the dumpster. He climbs up the side and looks in to the dumpster. Suddenly a fireball flies into Mr. Hardcore’s face. He falls backwards to the ground, screaming, and holding his face.

John Jon McDaniel: WHAT THE HELL?!

Brian Brian Rentfro: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!

Kenzo Hamaguchi stands up in the dumpster, a smile on his face.

Brian Rentfro; I KNEW I SMELLED A SETUP!

Jon Jon McDaniel: HOW LONG HAS HAMAGUCHI BEEN IN THAT DUMPSTER?!

Brian Brian Rentfro: LONG ENOUGH!

Hamaguchi climbs out of the dumpster, two bundles of light tube in his hands. He hands one bundle to Tatsuo. As Mr. Hardcore makes it to his feet, Hamaguchi and Takahashi swing from either side of Mr. H., smashing the lighttubes on his head. Hardcore flops to the ground.

Takeshi and Tatsuo grab Mr. Hardcore by the arms and drag him into the arena. In the background, trainers and medics are checking on Scottie Snow, who is not moving.

The camera catches up to the Gokudo as they are dragging Mr. Hardcore through the public entrance into the arena, adjacent to the souvenir stands. Takeshi grabs a table and drags it over. He then lays Hardcore on the table. Mr. H tries to resist, but Hamaguchi hits him with a chair. He grabs a passing trainer and throws him to the ground, He searches the trainer’s pockets and pulls out a roll of white medical tape. He then proceeds to wrap the tape around the table and Mr. Hardcore. Tatsuo grabs the chair and lays it on Mr. H’s head. Hamaguchi then tapes the chair down on Mr. H.

The crowd has already re-started the HOLY SHIT chant.

Tatsuo makes his way to the balcony area over the public entrance, shoving fans as he goes. He then climbs up onto the balcony and hits a frog splash, crashing throught the chair, Mr. Hardcore, and the table.

The HOLY SHIT chants rock the arena.

Jon Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! MR. HARDCORE IS SERIOUSLY INJURED. LOOK AT HIM HE’S CONVULSING AND TWITCHING! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! JUST PIN HIM ALREADY!

Brian Brian Rentfro: THIS IS INCREDIBLE! I LOVE IT! THESE GOKUDO GUYS GO BALLS OUT TO NOT JUST DEFEAT, BUT DESTROY THEIR OPPONENTS! THIS IS THE TYPE OF ATTITUDE THAT WILL BRING THE PWA BACK TO IT'S GLORY DAYS!

Hamaguchi and Takeshi drag a barely conscious Tatsuo over and lay him on top of Mr. Hardcore as the referee counts
1….


2….


3!!!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Mercifully, this is over. We really need some help for Mr. Hardcore. I mean it. Seriously.

Brian Brian Rentfro: And just think, this is only the beginning. Oh, wait a minute... Hamaguchi–san has the mic.

Kenzo Hamaguchi: You have seen what we have done with the maidservants of Rob Robinson. We demand greater, more prestigious opposition. We will not stop until we have seized the PWA by the throat and forced it to bow to our will!

We are the Gokudo….
Noone is safe…..
All are targets…..
And we are taking over!

The 3 Gokudo members bow to each other as the crowd chants USA! USA! and rain garbage down on the trio.

Jon Jon McDaniel: The superstars of the PWA had better be on the lookout for these guys. They seem to be hellbent on taking over this company.

Brian Brian Rentfro: And they have the attitude and singlemindedness ro do it in the ring, and Mr. Kondo Hamaguchi has the financial wherwithall to do it the boardroom. This company could be in big trouble.

Tamika Nash Strader vs Hunter Sullivan

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: The following matchup is scheduled for one fall. Entering first 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.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

The arena lights slowly dim as the opening riffs ‘All My Life’ by The Foo Fighters begins to play over the sound system. The arena flickers silver lights to the rhythm of the guitar. Smoke slowly fills the entrance way, as Dave Grohl’s voice fills the crowd’s ears.

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

Eric Emerson: Introducing one half of the Cowgirls from Hell...

Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my grip
Will I find something in there
To give me just what I need
Another reason to bleed
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve

Tamika steps through the smoke as the band picks up and pyro’s shoot off down the ramp and around the stage followed by her big sister Meghan. She waves to the fans as she struts out to the beat of the song.

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keepin' me down

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keepin' me down

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds hailing from London, Ontario…

Will I find a believer
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer

She stops at the bottom of the ramp, and holds her fist high in the air for the fans as they cheer on. Meghan makes her way to the announcers table.

And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide

Eric Emerson: Tamika… Nash… STTTTTRADERRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keepin' me down

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keepin' me down


Tamika sneers, as she slides under the bottom rope. Meghan is now putting on her headset as she was busy talking to the fans behind the announcers.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Welcome Meghan! It’s a pleasure to have you out here with us!

Meghan Nash Strader: Thanks Jon, glad to be here. Does he have to be here?

Jon Jon McDaniel: Unfortunately yes, he does.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Of course, he is the announcer!

Rentfro points over at Eric Emerson causing Meghan and Jon just to shake their heads. The bell rings and Hunter moves in for a lock up but Tamika ducks under it and strikes him with a hard kick into the back of the thigh. Hunter's leg buckles but he stays on his feet. Hunter moves in again and but Tamika rolls under his advance and takes hold of the back of his leg, yanking it to pull him down to the mat. She yanks the leg to an awkward angle and applies pressure.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Tamika is certainly showing she is capable of holding her own.

Brian Brian Rentfro: I’m a tad surprised to be honest.

Meghan Nash Strader: Oh really, Brian?

Brian: Umm… no. I thought we were calling a different match.

Tamika's weight isn't enough to discourage Hunter doing a press up and turning to take the pressure off his leg. As he turns, he makes sure to catch Tamika right in the head with his boot. Hunter makes it back up to his feet and charges at the staggered Tamika but she recovers quickly and takes him back down again with a drop toe hold, re-applying the pressure onto the leg but Hunter is too close to the ropes and he grabs for a break.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hunter seems out of sorts.

Meghan Nash Strader: After the beating I put him through, then what Figgins did to him and now the talent this is my little sister it should be quite obvious he is in trouble, Jon.

Hunter shakes his leg as he makes it back to his feet, feeling the strain of Tamika's focused pressure, but with such focused attacks comes predictability and Hunter's experienced head predicts her next move as she comes rushing in for the chop block. Hunter simply lifts his leg and Tamika goes crashing into the mat of her own power. Hunter then takes control by bringing his raised boot down hard into the stomach of the quickly turning Tamika, knocking the wind right out of her.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Man I hope her boobs pop out too!

Meghan Nash Strader: You do remember who is sitting beside you, and who her husband is, right?

Brian Brian Rentfro: Right… Shit. I’m sorry.

Hunter seemingly lets Tamika get back to her feet and catch her breath. When she does she re-focuses and charges angrily at the waiting Hunter who simply catches her in a Full Nelson.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Was wondering when Hunter would go for a Full Nelson.

Brian Brian Rentfro: It’s like rock, paper, scissors… Nothing beats rock.

Meghan Nash Strader: You are an idiot.

Hunter failed to lock one of Tamika's arms when applying the Full Nelson and she attempts to fight it's by reaching for an eye gouge but he senses what's coming and nails an overhead belly to belly on her.

Jon Jon McDaniel: The fans aren’t liking this too much!

Meghan Nash Strader: Don’t worry, he won’t get the best of her.

Hunter forces Tamika back to her feet and delivers elbows to her head to soften her up. He then whips her into the ropes and nails an Avalanche Suplex as she returns that Hunter calls the Crumbler.

1...

2...

The ref stops the count, pointing that Tamika got her fingers on the bottom rope.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Hey, you were right!

Meghan Nash Strader: Surprise, surprise!

Hunter forces Tamika back to her feet and then whips her into the ropes but she leaps onto the second rope and flies back at Hunter and nails him with a hurricanrana that sends him into the ropes before falling to the floor outside. Tamika looks at Meghan and nods.

Meghan Nash Strader: Well gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure.

Meghan gets up from the announcement to the roar of the fans as she takes her folding chair with her. As Hunter rises to his feet he is met with a stiff clashing bash of a steel chair! The referee calls for the bell immediately!

Eric Emerson: And the winner via Disqualification… THE VIPER HUNTER SULLIVAN!

Jon Jon McDaniel: What, what is going on here, this was all the plan wasn't it?!

Brian: Obviously, Jon, Meghan is jealous of Sullivan, as you can see by his win here tonight, they just can't beat him.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Brian, I don’t think Hunter will be celebrating this win anytime soon…

Meghan grabs Hunter by his tights and with all her might heaves his deadweight up onto the ring apron. Tamika takes him from there, dragging him into the middle of the ring. Meghan Smiles as she grabs another chair and a Microphone, sliding into the ring with both chairs. Tamika picks up one chair as Hunter starts to rise, blood dripping from his brow. With a sinister Strader smile she lifts up and smacks the taste out of his mouth! Meghan looks on with pleasure as she raises the microphone to her mouth and begins to speak directly to Hunter.

Meghan Nash Strader: Aww, the big man couldn’t get it done last week, but I guess that is the wrestling God’s sense of humor, isn’t it?

Tamika, plays her part, measuring herself for the oozing revenge she's taking part in, thrusting the chair violently into Sullivan's throat! Blood is beginning to pool onto the mat as it's becoming more and more obvious that there was never an intention to wrestle a match here tonight. Meghan crouches down and gets face to face with Hunter, smiling as she does.

Meghan Nash Strader: You Hunter Sullivan are nothing more than a piece of trash from a place that hasn’t even been part of our home country for 60 years. You are a worthless piece of trash.

Hunter, with the last remaining strength he has, forces a very bloody loogie onto her face.

Jon Jon McDaniel: That wasn’t smart.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Anger makes you do stupid things Jon, and I think we're about to see exactly that. Violent, bloody, stupid things.

Meghan with her right hand wipes it away. She fights off a scowl as her smile returns to her face, even a laugh. A pause as Tamika quietly looks on, only for Meghan to trash the microphone into the Vipers face! The white noise pop echoes throughout the arena as the Cowgirl utterly decimates her rival with microphone shots after microphone shots until the device is nothing more than a heap of plastic and wires! The fans are cheering louder and louder with every thwack that is heard. The pool of blood is collecting over his clothing as the brutal assault on the wrestler reaches a fever pitch. Gaining her feet Back, the talking is over, grabbing the spare steel chair she brought into the ring.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Oh No, tell her to stop Jon, Jon get in there and stop this!

Jon Jon McDaniel: What? You're this guys biggest fan, you do it!

With that, Meghan stabs her chair down on Hunter's Leg that Tamika had been focusing on, that he had hurt in the battledome years prior. Tamika joins in as they both whack, smack, and decimate the man's leg and entire bodyframe in what could be nothing more than a mob beat down! With pleasure Meghan looks to her sister and to Hunter's leg, cocking her frame towards the turnbuckle, signaling something. Tamika nods in retort, grasping Hunter's leg as Meghan starts her accent.

Brian Brian Rentfro: What... what are they doing here Jon?

Jon Jon McDaniel: My God! They're going to break the man's leg!

Tamika wraps the steel chair around the knee as a broken and beaten Hunter can do nothing but lay there, oblivious to what's about to unfold! CEMETARY GA- IT'S JACOB FIGGINS!

Brian Brian Rentfro: YES! Get in there!

Jacob Is rushing down the rampway with a steel chair in hand, sprinting with purpose on his mind as Tamika and Meghan remove themselves from the ring.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hunter is so out of it right now, I don't think he realizes his life was just saved!

Jacob rushes the ropes, swinging but the Cowgirls are far out of range, smirking and clapping as Meghan wipes Hunter's blood off into her pants, mockingly.

Keeping an eye on the Cowgirls Jacob backs up, tending to Sullivan, who is now receiving medical assistance from PWA's medics. Jacob looks furious, he stomps back and forth in the ring until he rolls out, snatching the a microphone from a stage hand.

Jacob: You think you can get away with this kind of stuff? 2 on 1 attacks with steel chairs? It's outrageous, unfathomable, you think you're some kind of heroes, some kind of champion to these people? You're a fraud, both of you. You think it's fun to team up against one man, well fun times over! Laughs and jolly good times have ended, it's about time to see what happens when we even the odds.

Jacob paces back and forth in the ring, glaring at the two women on the ramp, curiously looking on.

Jacob: Summer Sizzler isn't so far away, it's not too long down the road. I say that, because we won't have to wait too long. Hunter might not be in the best physical shape to say this himself, but it's about time we see what happens when The Cowgirls From Hell Go face to face with The Generation Of Destruction!

With that the fans in the arena reach a roaring loud applause! Meghan and Tamika look each other up and down for a moment, taken back, but their confidence shows through as they both nod at their opposition.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Is this it? Are we hearing this right? G.o.D is making their return after years of absence to face the Cowgirls!! This is going to be enormous! I can't believe what we're hearing!

Heeeeeeere's Bodi!


Jon Jon McDaniel: Fans, earlier this week there was an incident at the PWA offices here in Las Vegas. We have video surveillance footage of the incident, and thought you fans may be interested.


Bud Adams arrives at the PWA offices, early as always. As he opens the door, he hears the sound of someone knocking things over, then a door slamming shut. He looks for something to defend himself with, but only finds an umbrella.

Bud: Damned Hello Kitty umbrella. Damn that Toshi.

"Hee hee hee!"

Bud: Alright, dammit, I heard that. Come out where I can see you!

"Aye. Surin I can’t, fella."

Bud: You come out where I can see you. And I warn you right now, I have a weapon!

“Ha Ha Ho Ho Hee Hee…All ye got is just an umbrella, fella. That’s do nary a thing against my shillelagh. If ye ask me nicely, maybe I’ll give ye a peak at me. “

Bud: OK, please come out, with your hands where I can see em. But no funny stuff.

“Ok, fella. Just don’t shoot. Hee Hee.”

A door opens and out walks Bodie Vera Cruz. He’s dressed in green spandex that come up to his knees, green boots, a green Dropkick Murphys T- shirt that says “Kiss me I’m Shitfaced,” and a green bowler hat. Around his neck is a green beaded necklace with a crudely colored and cut out green shamrock attached by a paperclip.

Bud: DAMMIT, VERA CRUZ! HOW’D YOU GET IN HERE!?

“I don’t rightly know who this Vera Cruz fella is. You can call me Pat. Pat McGroin! I’m the Leprechaun king of Ireland. Watch me dance!”

Bodie..um..Pat breaks into the worst Irish jig ever, while Bud looks on dumbstruck.

Bud: You’re not a damn leprechaun. You’re not a damn king. Hell, you’re not even of Irish descent! You’re just a damned idiot who stole Shawn O’Reilly’s old Paddy O’Furniture gimmick gear. You know he’s going to kill you if he finds out you stole it.

“Oh I beg to differ with ye, fella. I bought it from him right fair and square with me gold. All this, just for one piece a gold. A bargain at twice the price, fella. I canna believe it, fella. Just one piece a gold. Like this one, fella. “

He flips a gold coin to Bud. Bud looks at it, then throws it on the floor angrily.

Bud: That’s a damned token from Playland Pizza, you idiot! It’s worthless outside that place, you fool. You’re gonna get your stupid ass killed doing this crazy shit!

“Mind yere tongue, fella.I’ve kicked many a man’s arse for less then that And I ain’t a gonna get killed or hurt or nuthin as long as I got this."

Pat holds up the cardboard shamrock pendant.

Bud is furious and lunges at Pat.

Bud: GIVE ME THAT, YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH!

The “Irishman” sidesteps Bud, allowing him to fall facefirst to the floor. Bud lets out a little grunt and moan of pain. Pat looks angrily at Bud.

“BETH AND BEGORRAH, FELLA, YOU’RE OFF YOUR NUT, YA KNOW! I’M LEAVIN!”

Pat gets to the door and looks back at Bud, who is trying to get to his feet. He shakes his head.

“They’re always after me lucky charms.”

He walks out and slams the door as the surveillance camera footage cuts off.

Cut back to live action as Jon and Brian just sit with puzzled looks on their faces.

Jon Jon McDaniel: What can we add to that, Brian? Let's get back to the action.
Brian Brian Rentfro: I actually feel sorry for Bud.

Tina Madison vs Shawn O'Reilly

Double Glory Grudge Match


Jon Jon McDaniel: Now it’s time for one of the most heated rivalries in the PWA to come to an end. Shawn O’Reilly has waged a one man psychological scorched earth campaign on Tina Madison. He has attacked her, tried to break her neck, belittled her family, and generally tried to ruin her life, all in the name of “saving” her soul. And along the way he has beaten managers, bodyguards referees, and he even tried to permanently injure me. Tina has gained some small measures of revenge, but he has always seemed to be one step ahead of the bubbly newcomer. It ends tonight for these two. Win or lose, the feud between Tina Madison and Shawn O’Reilly ends tonight, in a Double Glory Match. The only way to win this match is to pin your opponent AND make your opponent submit. We’ve seen Tina Madison’s courage in the face of adversity, but can she overcome the diabolical Boston Bulldog tonight and win the feud?

Brian Brian Rentfro: What do you mean Psychological Scorched Earth? This man is trying to save someone that he sees promise in from a career ruined by living for the fans. He should get the Nobel Peace Prize for his efforts. Time Magazine’s Man of the Year wouldn’t hurt either.

Jon Jon McDaniel: You’re joking, right. Anyway, here is a short video recapping the feud between Tina Madison and The Boston Bulldog, Shawn O’Reilly.

A music video, set to Limp Bizkit’s ‘My Way’ is shown reviewing the feud between Tina Madison and Shawn O’Reilly.

Special…you think you’re special…you do
I can see it in your eyes….
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me, walk around on me…

Just one more fight
And I'll be history
Yes I will straight up
Leave your shit
And you'll be the one who's left
Missing me
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go


Jon Jon McDaniel: Lets go up to the ring, where Eric Emerson is ready for the intros

Eric Emerson: WRESTLING FANS…THIS IS THE DOUBLE GLORY GRUDGE MATCH. THE ONLY WAY TO WIN THIS MATCH IS TO BOTH PIN YOUR OPPONENT AND MAKE THEM SUBMIT.
COMING TO THE RING NOW…….

The lights brighten in the arena, as spotlights of miscellaneous colours and patterns dance around the crowd. Tina Madison leaps out onto the stage as "What The Hell" by Avril Lavigne blares through the speakers.

SHE WEIGHS IN AT 118 POUNDS AND HAILS FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA……

She walks down the ramp, high-fiving fans, followed closely by one of her managers, a body guard called Alex Jameson, in his signature dark shades, and not far behind him is Tina's other manager, Clark Ford, in an Armani suit. The two managers stand at the ring post of Tina's corner, as she climbs onto the apron, walks along it and steps onto the second turnbuckle, then placing one foot onto the tope rope, and blowing a kiss before jumping over the ropes into the ring, and giving a light-hearted bow, to a cheap pop from the fans.

THIS…IS….TIIIINA MAAAADISOOOON!

Jon Jon McDaniel: She looks confident, Brian.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Remember, McDaniel, she’s an actress.

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.

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 MIIIINNNNE!

Eric Emerson: 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!!!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Hurry up, Emerson, and get out of the ring. I wanna see this fight. And maybe a boob pop out.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Settle down, Rentfro.

DING DING DING

O’Reilly charges Tina in the corner. Tina ducks, and O’Reilly crashes hard into the turnbuckles. Tina spins him around, and begins working him over with kicks. She finishes the barrage with a jumping spin heel kick that connects with O’Reilly’s jaw. O’Reilly falls face first to the mat.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Tina shoots the half
1….

2….
No! Kickout at 2 ½.

Tina pops back to her feet, ready for the fight.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Early pin attempt by Madison.

Brian Brian Rentfro: That’s her only chance, McDaniel. Maybe she can luck into a quick pin and jump to an early advantage.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Sounds like sound strategy to me.

O’Reilly slowly makes his way to his feet. He catches Tina coming in with a kick. He follows up with a pair of forearm smashes to the jaw. He applies an arm wringer and goes for a short arm clothesline. Tina ducks and hits The Director’s Cut!

Jon Jon McDaniel: DIRECTOR’S CUT! TINA HOOKS THE LEG
1….
2….
3!!!!!!!!!! TINA MADISON JUST PINNED SHAWN O’REILLY! SHE’S HALFWAY TO WINNING THIS MATCH!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

The crowd is shocked by the quick pinfall, but cheers Madison wildly.

Tina gets to her feet and begins to celebrate. Clark Ford admonishes her to keep her head in the game. The smile leaves Tina’s face and she is all business again. She pulls O’Reilly to his feet. She goes for a forearm smash, but O’Reilly checks the strike, spins her around then catches her with a boot to the gut. He picks her up for a powerbomb, but instead of slamming her to the mat, he throws her into the corner, where her head slams into the top turnbuckle.
O’Reilly grabs her and sets her up for another powerbomb. This time, he slams her to the mat, then pushes her legs, almost to the point that her knees are in her chest. He then lays on top of her for what can only be termed a “dirty pin.”

1…
2…
3!!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: YES! TIED 1 TO 1, BABY!

Jon Jon McDaniel: THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON FOR HIM TO PIN HER LIKE THAT. WE STILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH STANDARDS AND PRACTICES AROUND HERE! CLARK FORD IS PROTESTING IN THE CORNER, BUT THERE’S NOTHING THE REF CAN DO.AND LOOK AT O’REILLY JUST GRINNING AND WAVING AT FORD.

O’Reilly pulls Madison up and throws her out of the ring.
J
on Jon McDaniel: He can’t make her submit out there.
B
rian Brian Rentfro: No, but he can inflict more punishment on her. Soften her up then submit her in the ring. He could also beat her until Ford or Jameson throw in the towel and submit for her.

O’Reilly grabs one of the camera cords and begins to choke Tina with it. Tina fights temporarily, then slowly begins to fade. She slumps to the floor. O’Reilly grabs a fan’s cold beer and pours it on Tina, reviving her.

O’Reilly: Not so fast, Tina! I ain’t done with you yet!

As Tina slowly pulls herself to her feet, O’Reilly pulls away the protective cover from th concrete floor. He then bodyslams Madison on the exposed concrete. He then pulls a table from under the ring.

Jon Jon McDaniel: This isn’t necessary! Just roll her in the ring, make her submit, and get it over with. There’s no reason to try to cripple this kid!

Brian rentfro: Have you been watching the same shows and listening to the same interviews as me?

O’Reilly sets the table up about six feet away from the ring. He rolls Madison onto the ring apron. He then picks her up in the powerbomb position again. He takes a running start.

Jon Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! AWESOME BOMB FROM THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE! HE COULD’VE BROKEN HER BACK! AND NOW HE’S PULLING ANOTHER TABLE FROM UNDER THE RING.

Brian Brian Rentfro: NOT ONLY IS THIS FEUD GONNA END, BUT SO IS TINA’S CAREER!

O’Reilly sets up the table in the ring. He rolls Madison in the ring and lays her on the table. He then climbs to the top rope. He attempts a frog splash, but Madison rolls off the table at the last possible second. O’Reilly rolls out of the ring to try to recover, but Madison is right behind him.
Clark Ford reaches under the ring and pulls out a barbed wire wrapped chair. He hands it to Tina, and admonishes her to use it.
She goes chairshot crazy on O’Reilly’s back, slamming the barbed wire wrapped chair into O'Reilly's back time after time.The crowd stops counting at fifteen. Tina stops at sixteen. O’Reilly is screaming in pain and his right hand is twitching wildly from the damage done from the force of the blows and the barbed wire ripping into his flesh.

Brian Brian Rentfro: SHE SHOULD BE DISQUALIFIED FOR THIS! SHE COULD HAVE BROKEN HIS BACK!

Jon Jon McDaniel: YOU DIDN’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HIM AWESOME BOMBING HER THROUGH A TABLE. REMEMBER NO DQ, RENTFRO!

Tina collapses against the ring apron, exhausted and hurting. Clark Ford goes over and starts giving her words of encouragement.

“YOU CAN DO THIS TINA! I KNOW IT. YOU KNOW IT. THESE PEOPLE KNOW IT. AND NOW THIS SONOFABITCH KNOWS IT! FINISH HIM OFF, TINA! GET HIM OUT OF YOUR LIFE!”

Jon Jon McDaniel: Good God, look at O’Reilly’s back.

Brian Brian Rentfro: She’s turned it into hamburger. She laid him open, and the blood is pouring down his back.

Somehow, O’Reilly is trying to get to his feet. Madison gets on the ring apron, and with a running start, hits a somersault plancha on O’Reilly. O’Reilly slams back first into the ring barricade.

Jon Jon McDaniel: THIS CROWD IS GOING CRAZY! SHE’S ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT. SHE’S GONNA WIN THIS MATCH!

Brian Brian Rentfro: EASIER SAID THAN DONE, DAMMIT! EASIER SAID THAN DONE!

O’Reilly slowly gets to his feet and rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, leaving patches of blood where his back touches the mat. Tina is right on his tail. She starts stomping on his back, eliciting screams of pain from the Bulldog. She then grabs the Bulldog’s legs and hooks in the 31st Tap Out!

Jon Jon McDaniel: THAT’S IT! THAT’S THE 31ST TAP OUT! O’REILLY’S BACK CAN’T TAKE THIS! LISTEN TO HIM SCREAM!

Brian Brian Rentfro: HANG ON, SHAWN! DON’T QUIT!

Since O’Reilly is practically upside down in the submission hold, the blood coming from his back is running onto his head, and pooling around his head.
Tina continues to ratchet the hold tighter, drawing more screams from O’Reilly. Tina releases the hold, jumps to her feet, and begins to stomp on O’Reilly’s back. She then applies the Camel Clutch.

Brian Brian Rentfro: DON’T QUIT, DAMMIT! I GOT A LOT RIDING…I MEAN DON’T LET HER MAKE YOU QUIT!

Jon Mcdaniel: Remind me to talk to you after the show, Rentfro!

Tina grows frustrated that O’Reilly is not submitting. She releases the Camel Clutch, and again goes back to stomping O’Reilly’s back. She then slides out of the ring and gets another chair. She starts blasting O’Reilly’s back again. With every chairshot, blood splatters.O’Reilly is soaked in blood from head to heel on the back of his body. Tina has completely lost control. Clark Ford tries to focus her.

“TINA! CALM DOWN! HOOK IN THE 31ST AGAIN AND END THIS THING!”

Tina drops the chair and again applies the hold. The only problem is, that with all the blood that run down O’Reilly’s back is, it has made his boots extremely slick, making it hard for Tina to effectively get a grip on the feet of O’Reilly. She gets frustrated and releases the hold. Ford calls him back over to the corner to calm her down. O’Reilly gets to his feet , ducks a fist and hits a belly to back suplex. He then rolls Madison over facedown. He underhooks her arms and applies the Cattle Mutilation. However, it puts too much pressure on his back, so he has release the hold. He takes Tina’s back and rolls over onto his back. He hooks his legs around hers, and wraps his arm around her neck and cranks.

Jon Jon McDaniel: This move is almost never seen in pro wrestling. That’s an MMA submission hold called The Twister. Look how he’s got Tina contorted!
Brian Brian Rentfro: WHY WON’T SHE JUST GIVE UP? GOOD GOD, SHE’S NOT QUITTIN!

The referee asks Tina if she wants to submit, to which she screams “No!’

O’Reilly continues to crank on the Twister. Tina will not quit, but she begins to fade from the pressure of the hold. The ref checks Tina’s hand.
1….

2….

3!!!!!

Tina Madison passes out from the hold. O’Reilly immediately releases the hold, roils Tina off him and crawls to the corner, where the ref raises his hand in victory. Clark Ford and Alex Jameson come in to check on Tina. Trainers come in to check on both competitors. The trainers help O’Reilly out of the ring and basically have to carry him to the back.

Jon Jon McDaniel: What a war we have just witnessed.
Brian Brian Rentfro: I gotta take my hat off to Tina Madison. She WOULD NOT quit. She passed out, but would not tap out. She is one tough babe.
Jon Jon McDaniel: The question now is how is O’Reilly going to be able to comete against a fresh Grizzly Beer Champion in May Havoc?

Welcome to Duffland!


PWA interviewer, Lean Bean Miller, caught up with Duff Côte d'Ivoire before the Dorkgasm battle royal for the PWA Intercontinental title. Duff is dressed in his entrance gear: a long, black trench coat, blue jeans, Aviators, and to mark the return of the Intercontinental title, a black old-school CWA Riona Langly t-shirt.

"Lean" Bean Miller: Tonight, we will witness one of the most chaotic matches possibly in PWA history. That is, of course, the Dorkgasm battle royal for the PWA Intercontinental title. We're lucky enough to be joined by one of the most controversial figures in professional wrestling, Duff Côte d'Ivoire. Duff, you've been back in the PWA for only two weeks, and you're already in the running for the PWA Intercontinental title. Does that seem fair to you, considering that there are a handful of other wrestlers who have fought even harder, and even longer, to get to where you are now?

Duff: To be honest, Bean, I do not feel that I've been given a great advantage. I'm fighting six other people for this, a belt which I almost lost my career over. There are people out there who think that I'm just using this title as a stepping stone. People like Marxx. Of course, Marxx can't count, so I don't know if his opinion really matters.

"Lean" Bean Miller: What do you mean?

Duff: Well, on his little web journal, he wrote that I've only beaten him one time. What he failed to mention is that I actually beat him twice. In the same week. Normally, I'd cut him some slack because we've faced each other so many times, but if you look back through the PWA archives, we've only fought three times. I won the PWA TV title from Marxx at PWA Retribution on June 14, 2009. Then, I beat him again in a five-way match for the same belt. On June 20, 2009. That's right, I beat him two times in one week. And it's not like I pinned Iris Starchild or Johnny Maverick. No, I pinned him both times, so he can't even pull that lame 'well, he didn't actually beat *me*' card that some people like to throw around.

"Lean" Bean Miller: Ah, yes, but there was that time before he lost the belt to you that he defeated you in a six-man tag-team match. If I remember correctly, he teamed with Mark Zout and Ryan Ross while your partners were Jacob Figgins and Johnny Maverick.

Duff shrugs.

Duff: You're right, he does hold a win over me in the record book. But if there's one thing I've learned in my time here, it's that two out of three ain't bad. I'm not saying it's humiliating to lose, I'm just saying that I'm embarrassed about losing to someone who can't count higher than one.

"Lean" Bean Miller: He also said that you were using the Intercontinental title as a stepping stone for something greater. Is it true that you view that PWA Intercontinental title as a lesser title?

Duff: The Intercontintal title is the second-most prestigious belt in this federation, just behind the PWA World title. Does that make it a lesser title? In some ways, yes; in others, no. Regardless, I do not see it as a stepping stone, some inconvenience on the way to me achieving my dreams of becoming World champion. Countless men and women have lost immeasurable amounts of blood and sweat just to count themselves among the Intercontinental champions of yesterday.

"Lean" Bean Miller: I don't know, Duff. That doesn't sound wholly convincing to me.

Duff chuckles, and shakes his head.

Duff: Let me tell you a little story about me and the PWA Intercontinental title. In my last match with the PWA, over two years ago, I went into "Who's the Man!?" as the Intercontinental champion and I lost that belt because some ASSHOLE almost broke my neck. This match and that belt mean a great deal to me because being forced to sit on the sidelines and watch "Douchebag" David Blazenwing trot around with my title, a title that he didn't deserve because he couldn't win it on his own, irks me. So for me to come back and almost immediately have a shot at regaining a belt that I never should have lost at the same event that nearly ended my career means way more to me than Marxx, Norton, or even that brainiac, Marvin Wood, could even consider imagining. I'm going to win the Intercontinental title, "Lean" Bean, and I'm going to make everyone sit up and take notice while I do it. So remember this, fans: when someone asks you later on down the road, "who made the Intercontinental division so damn exciting?" Remember that Revolution... is my name.

Duff sneers and exits stage left. The camera cuts back to the ring.

Lots of people!

Dorkasm Battle Royal


All seven participants start the match exactly where they're supposed to: in the ring. The audience are somewhat subdued, even though they reacted big to the entrances of some of the more established stars, as they are unsure of what to expect. Everyone starts to punch, kick and otherwise strike each other...apart from Marvin Wood and The Phoenix who have both opted to exit the ring, immediately, making sure to do so under the radar, so to speak. They have exited on opposite sides of the ring and are crouched down beside it. Following some more brawling, Sir Nigel Percy and Sloan Sawyer get thrown out of the ring. In response to this, Marvin throws Percy into the ring steps and The Phoenix throws Sawyer over the barricade and into the audience.

This leaves Duff Cote D'Ivoire, Marxx and Jake Norton in the ring, watching the work of the former Alliance of Wrestling's Finest. They begin to talk with each other, as Phoenix and his good friend Marvin Wood gloat over their actions: or, in their words, their “intelligence” or “smarts”. Suddenly, Norton, Duff and Marxx leave the ring and focus their attention on a single target: Marvin Wood. After a bit of a beatdown on the outside, they throw him back inside the ring. The Phoenix sees all of this, but pretends not to notice. The three continue to beat down Marvin in the ring, with Duff shaking his head at the fact that The Phoenix is completely unwilling to help his friend. They each hit their finishing move on Marvin, before beginning to stare down the Phoenix, who appears to be attending to his nails up until that point. Whilst Marxx and Norton continue to stare at him, Duff discreetly steps out of the scene and scores the pinfall on Marvin. This sets them off on each other.

Norton and Marxx perform a double brainbuster on Duff. Marxx goes for the cover, but Norton pulls him off and hits his finishing move on Marxx. As he's celebrating, The Phoenix sneaks in low blows Norton. Four times. He then rolls him up for the pin. After this, he pins Marxx. He is now only one fall away from winning. So, he goes over to cover Marvin. But, just as he does so, Sir Nigel Percy comes back into the ring and breaks it up. He hits his finisher on The Phoenix and scores the fall. Sloan Sawyer is unconscious. Suddenly, Marvin rolls up Percy and gets a fall of his own. Duff gets up before Marvin or The Phoenix do, but they go for a double suplex which he reverses into a double DDT. He then covers The Phoenix for the third fall and the win.

Eric Emerson: “Here is your winner and new PWA Intercontinental Champion...Duff Cote D'Ivoire!”

Shawn O'Reilly vs May Havoc

PWA Grizzly Beer Championship Match


Jon Jon McDaniel: Grizzly Beer Title match time. May Havoc defends the title against Shawn O’Reilly. The buildup to this match has been, well, let’s just say it’s been a little different than most. Instead of lashing out with insults or belittling each other, Havoc and O’Reilly have been civil, some would say almost friendly in the back and forth bantering that goes on in the lead-up to a title match.

Brian Brian Rentfro: And that surprises you how? Oh I know. Shawn playing nice-nice with May. Do you not understand strategy? He’s just baiting the trap so to speak. And the same could be said about May, too. I’m sure there’s a boiling cauldron of hatred inside each of them, and it’ll boil over in the ring tonight. My prediction is that The Old Bulldog will come up with some new tricks and win the GB Title. At least I hope he does. He’s in real bad shape, McDaniel.

Jon Jon McDaniel: That’s an understatement. Our backstage announcer Bud Adams has been camped outside Shawn O’Reilly’s dressing room and he’s reporting that there’s a war of words going on between PWA officials and representatives of the Nevada State Athletic Commission as to whether O’Reilly is fit to compete. The Commission has finally relented, and O’Reilly has been cleared to wrestle for the Grizzly Beer Title. Let’s go to the ring and Eric Emerson with the introductions….

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FOR THE PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPIONSHIP….WHEN THE MATCH BEGINS YOUR REFEREE IN CHARGE WILL BE LANCE WESTON…
AND NOW INTRODUCING……

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.

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 slowly walks through the curtain, wearing a dog collar and chain. He is bandaged around his upper body from his underarms down to his waist. Blood is seeping through the bandages from the wounds on his back. He walks slowly down the aisle, in obvious pain. He walks up the ring steps, looks to his left and to his right, then gingerly steps between 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!!!

Eric Emerson: 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!!!!

The crowd gives O’Reilly applause, acknowledging his determination to compete. O’Reilly ignores the fans.

Eric Emerson: AND NOW…..

As the arena lights fade down, the bass and guitar intro of Five Finger Death Punch’s 'Lift Me Up' begins. When the drums cue in there's a brilliant burst of sky blue pyro down the length of the stage. When the sparks fall, the blonde haired May stands there at the top of the stage that perpetual smirk etched across her lips. A minute glance from left to right before beginning her saunter down to the ring. She of course, forgoes the steps in favor of reaching up to use the middle rope to pull herself up onto the apron. Here, a momentary pause as she shrugs out of the black trench coat to toss off to the side. Once it's out of the way, she scales the ropes to perch precariously on the topmost cable of steel before launching herself off into what has ever appearance of being a beautiful 630 splash, only, she lands instead in a low crouch, center of the ring before standing, flipping blonde hair back from her face as she takes her corner.

SHE WEIGHS IN AT 150 POUNDS…SHE HAILS FROM BANGKOK, THAILAND….SHE IS THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION…LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THIS IS MAY HAAAVOOOC!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: The Grizzly Beer Champion looks ready to fight, that’s for sure.

Brian Brian Rentfro: My money’s on a successful title defense by May Havoc.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Turning your back on your buddy, O’Reilly?

Brian Brian Rentfro: Let’s just say that at the beginning of the night, I would’ve bet it all on O’Reilly. But, in the shape he’s in, I just don’t see him pulling it out tonight.

DING DING DING!!!

O’Reilly steps to the middle of the ring. May meets him there and the two opponents engage in a staredown. O’Reilly takes a step back and extends his hand. May accepts and the crowd applauds the show of mutual respect.
Havoc and O’Reilly lock up. O’Reilly grabs a headlock. May Backs him into the ropes and whips into the far ropes. As soon as O’Reilly hits the ropes, he immediately pulls up to a stop, grabbing at his back. He slides under the bottom rope to the outside to gather himself.

Brian Brian Rentfro: See? He can’t even take hitting the ropes. What’s he gonna do if May slams him or suplexes him. He should’ve thought this through. I think he’s throwin away this title shot. And he said it himself, at his age, these shots don’t come around everyday.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Understood, but you have to respect the guts he’s showing by even attempting to compete. Wait a minute! Did I just defend the man who dropped me on my head just a few weeks ago?

O’Reilly slides back in the ring. He charges May, who sidesteps him and executes a textbook hip toss. O’Reilly lands squarely on his injured back.

“F*#K!!!!”

Jon Jon McDaniel: We apologize for Mr. O’Reilly’s language.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Who are you kiddin? Don’t apologize for him. He’s f*#@kin’ hurt, for cryin out loud!

Jon Jon McDaniel: We apologize for Mr. Rentfro’s language.

Brian Rentfro *SIGH*

O’Reilly slowly makes it back to his feet. He goes to lock up with May, but grabs a single leg takedown on the Grizzly Beer Champ. He then locks in the spinning toe hold. Referee Weston asks May if she wants to submit, to which she refuses. O’Reilly tries to apply more pressure, but he is weakened by the loss of blood from his earlier injuries. May easily kicks him off. O’Reilly rolls to his stomach in a n attempt to get up, but May is right there, stomping the injured back. This causes O’Reilly to scream and scramble for the ropes.
May grabs O’Reilly by the ankles and drags him to the center of the ring. She applies the Liontamer on O’Reilly.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Look how May is torqueing back on that hold. The pain Shawn O’Reilly’s goin through must be tremendous!

Brian Brian Rentfro: But he’s not giving up! He won’t be able to take this much longer. He has no chance in this match.

O’Reilly screams in pain, but finally manages to reach the ropes, forcing the break. May releases the hold and backs away. She waits for O’Reilly to get to his feet. He finally pulls himself up by using the top rope. May cautiously approaches, but O’Reilly surprises her with a step up enzuigiri. May looks to be out.

Brian Brian Rentfro: C’MON SHAWN! I NEVER DOUBTED YA FOR ONE SECOND! PIN HER!

Jon Jon McDaniel: WHAT THE….COVER!
1….

2….

KICKOUT AT 2 7/8!!!

Shawn pulls May to her feet and begins to assault her ribs with kicks. May drops to one knee, fights her way back to her feet, but is downed once again by more kicks. She reaches for the ropes with the hand that was damaged by the barbed wire in her match against William Mercy. O’Reilly stomps her hand. May rolls around on the mat, holding her hand in pain. O’Reilly follows up with kicks and stomps to May’s ribs. He shoots the half and goes for a pin, but only getsa two count.

Jon Jon McDaniel: O’Reilly on the offensive!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Like I said, I never doubted him! Not for one second!

Jon Jon McDaniel: With apologies to Matt Stone….REALLY?!

O’Reilly pulls May to her feet and cinches in a tight bearhug. He starts thrashing the smaller Havoc around left to right to force the air out of her. May begins to fade. Referee Weston checks the arm of May Havoc
1….
Jon Jon McDaniel: The Champ is fading…..
2….
Brian Brian Rentfro: This is it! New Champion!
3…NO!

A split second before her arm drops completely for the third time, May stops it. The crowd begins to cheer May on as she begins to fight her way out of the bearhug. O’Reilly adjusts his grip and lifts May off her feet, negating any advantage she was gaining. May fights through the pain and begins raining down blows on O’Reilly’s bandaged back. O’Reilly quickly drops May and backs away to the ropes. May backs to the opposite side of the ring, as both competitors try to catch their breath.

O’Reilly charges May, but again, she sidesteps, allowing O’Reilly’s momentum to carry him over the top rope and to the floor, where he lands squarely on his back.

Jon Jon McDaniel: The Bulldog hits the floor hard! And he’s not moving!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Oh no! I knew it! He’s sustained too much damage! He’s not gonna be able to overcome this. It’s over!

May climbs to the top rope and leaps…

Jon Jon McDaniel: CRY HAVOC TO O’REILLY ON THE FLOOR!

Brian Brian Rentfro: no, no, no, no.

May pulls O’Reilly up and rolls him into the ring. She positions him across the middle rope and begins to build momentum.

Jon Jon McDaniel: MAY’S ABOUT TO LOOSE THE DOGS!!!

As May swings between the ropes, O’Reilly grabs her aroud the waist and slams hem face first into the mat. He then uses his legs to hook hers and locks in The Twister.

Jon Jon McDaniel: HE’S LOCKED IN THE TWISTER ON MAY HAVOC. THIS IS THE HOLD HE FINISHED TINA MADISON WITH EARLIER IN THE NIGHT, AND WITH MAY’S DAMAGED RIBS, HE’S GOING TO FINISH MAY WITH IT, TOO!

Brian Brian Rentfro: I’VE ALWAYS BELIEVED, SHAWN! I’VE ALWAYS BELIEVED!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: THIS IS AMAZING! THE PAIN THAT MAY HAVOC IS IN MUST BE EXCRUCIATING, ESPECIALLY WITH HER DAMAGED RIBS! AND EVEN WITH THAT, SHE STILL REFUSES TO SUBMIT!

Brian Brian Rentfro: SHE’LL PASS OUT BEFORE SHE TAPS OUT! KEEP CRANKING, SHAWN!

O’Reilly’s grip on May’s legs begins to loosen, lessening the tension on the Twister. May takes advantage of this, and gets a leg free. She reaches out and her foot finds the ropes.
O’Reilly breaks the hold, and rolls over to seated position.

Jon Jon McDaniel: The frustration is evident on the face of The Bulldog, Brian.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Maybe he can’t beat May Havoc. She just may be too strong for him.

O’Reilly goes over and pulls May up. He picks her up for the Thunderkiss ’65, but May adjusts her weight and floats over. As O’Reilly turns around, May nails him with an enzuigiri that sends him falling onto the middle rope. May ignores the pain in her ribs and hits the far side ropes and scores with the Loose the Dogs. O’Reilly falls backwards to the mat.

Brian Brian Rentfro: I DON’T LIKE WHERE THIS IS HEADING!

May climbs to the top rope.

Brian: GET OUT OF THERE, O’REILLY!!

May leaps.

Jon Jon McDaniel: DOGS OF WAR! DOGS OF WAR!

May’s 630 splash is executed perfectly. May covers O’Reilly and hooks the leg….
1…..
2…..
3!!!!!!
DING DING DING !!!!!

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…HERE IS YOUR WINNER….AND STILL PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION…..MAY HAVOC!!!!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: What a match!

Brian Brian Rentfro: After this match, I don’t think anyone will call May a flash in the pan. It’s time that everybody takes May Havoc seriously. She IS the real deal!
BUT DAMMIT, I STILL BELIEVE IN SHAWN O’REILLY, MCDANIEL!!

May is standing on the middle turnbuckle celebrating her win. O’Reilly makes his way back to his feet and walks over to the corner.

Jon Jon McDaniel: What’s he got in mind? IS he going to attack her?

May steps down from the turnbuckle and turns right into O’Reilly. She drops her belt and raises her fists, ready to fight.

O’Reilly reaches down and picks the belt up. He looks at it for a moment, then hands it to May. He extends his hand and May accepts. O’Reilly raises May’s hand in victory, then leaves the ring. The crowd showers O’Reilly with applause as trainers help him to the back.

The crowd then starts a MAY! Chant as Havoc continues to celebrate the win until she gets jumped from behind by...no one? Huh, good for her.

William Mercy vs “The Southern Hero” Jethro Hayes

Battledome


No fireworks, no pyros, nothing flashy at all. "Fuck All Ya'll" hits up in the speakers and from the back walks Jethro Hayes, listening to the booing of the crowd; though some cheers are thrown in.

Eric Emerson: From Lenox, Ga; standing six feet and seven inches while weighing in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... Jethro Hayes!

Jethro steps up the ring steps and through the ropes.

"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.

Brian Brian Rentfro: And BATTLEDOME BEGINS!

Jon Jon McDaniel: I honestly can't believe Jethro agreed to this. He's got a World Title match later on!

Brian Brian Rentfro: I know, right? What an idiot.

Both men are attached to harnesses and lifted up to the domed cage that hangs 10 feet above the ring. Both men enter the battledome as the bell rings.

DING DING!

The harnesses are released and extracted from Battledome. The two competitors are locked in and they start going at it! Hayes nails Mercy with a few headbutts and a right hook, Mercy fights back with sharp kicks and a forearm smash to the back of Jethro's head. Mercy gets the advantage and takes Hayes down with a swinging neckbreaker. Mercy gets ahold of the first weapon which is a baseball bat.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Yes! Finish him right now Mercy!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hayes gets up and nails Mercy with a big boot to the face before he can do anything!

Mercy gets knocked backwards and Hayes tries for an early Plow, but Mercy gets out of the way just in time. Hayes collides with the battledome cage and bounces off, turning around only to be met with a baseball bat right to the gut!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Gut shot puts Hayes on a knee and Mercy follows it up with a shot to the back of the head... Jesus Christ.

Brian Brian Rentfro: That... will ruin your weekend.

Mercy, pleased with himself, drops the bat. He stomps on Hayes quite a bit and then gets him to his feet. Mercy connects with a right, and a left, and then tries to go for the roaring elbow, but Hayes ducks in time. Atomic Drop from Hayes! Hayes follows that up with a running lariat, flipping Mercy in mid-air who violently lands on his back/neck. Hayes gets Mercy to his feet and slams him face-first into the battledome cage.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Mercy gets a taste of steel and Hayes isn't stopping!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Good Lord, Hayes drags Mercy's head around the entire inside of the Battledome cage! C'mon!

Mercy is cut open on his forehead and cheek from that event as he gets slammed down with a Calf Toss from Jethro. The crowd is going nuts as Jethro gets excited about Mercy getting busted wide open. Hayes finds a pair of handcuffs attached to the side of the cage and decides to handcuff Mercy to the cage!

Jon Jon McDaniel: This can't be good.

Brian Brian Rentfro: He's a sitting duck now! Totally unfair.

Jon Jon McDaniel: It's the fucking Battledome, Brian.

Hayes nails Mercy with the Plow - but wait! Hayes drives Mercy through the fucking Battledome Cage! Hayes nearly falls out of the side with Mercy, who's dangling now from the wreckage by his handcuffs! Jethro tries to pry himself off the wreckage, but he slips down a little too! Mercy is all fucked up but manages to get his hand on a spiked dog collar and beats Jethro in the back with it!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Hayes busts through the cage, Mercy is hanging by a single pair of handcuffs, and MERCY is the one beating Hayes with a spiked dog collar! What a genius plan!

Jon Jon McDaniel: I don't think ANY of that was planned out, Brian.

Jethro's back is cut open now from the spiked dog collar, and Jethro manages to climb away and get off the wreckage. He holds his back in pain walking to the opposite side of the Battledome. Mercy is still dangling, but throws the dog collar to the floor and starts his climb back in.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Mercy needs to make it back in before Jethro comes back.

Jon Jon McDaniel: And even if he does, how is he going to - oh, nevermind.

Mercy pulls a swiss army knife out of his boot and tries to pick the lock on the handcuffs. Mercy climbs up a little bit more, and Jethro starts coming after him. Mercy manages to pick the lock!

Brian Brian Rentfro: This guy's a regular boyscout!

Jon Jon McDaniel: You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Hayes tries for a double axe handle but Mercy kicks him in the gut. Another kick, and another. Mercy knocks Hayes even further back with a knee uppercut and then takes him down with a standing dropkick to the side of the head! Mercy holds his right wrist in pain from the handcuff, but manages to carry on and beat Hayes in the face with his fists a little more. Mercy grabs ahold of his swiss army knife again and begins carving Jethro's chest!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Oh what the fu--

Jon Jon McDaniel: The guy's a damn sadist! This is sick!

Mercy tosses the knife away after he's done carving and backs up a little bit. Jethro manages to get to his feet, feeling the blood from his chest. The cut isn't deep, but all it manages to spell out is BOFL.

Jethro Hayes: What the fuck is that?!

Mercy just shrugs his shoulders and then charges after Hayes. Mercy ducks under a clothesline attempt from Hayes and hits Hayes with a backstabber! Hayes bounces off and Mercy hops back to his feet. He pulls a steel chair off the side of the cage and nails Hayes in the stomach with it. He tries to bring Hayes up to his feet. Mercy goes for the State of Mercy onto the steel chair - NO! HAYES REVERSES IT INTO A BRAINBUSTER ON THE STEEL CHAIR!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Holy crap! That looked awfully painful Brian.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Such high elevation and impact... Mercy might be dead, folks.

Hayes is struggling to get to his feet, but looks at Mercy who appears to be knocked out. He drags Mercy up to his feet and starts walking him toward the busted open part of the battledome from Jethro's Plow earlier. Mercy finally wakes up a little bit to figure out what's going on and immediately slips out of Jethro's grasp. Mercy nails Jethro with a kick to the side of his ribs. Mercy headbutts Jethro and then irish whips him into the side of the cage!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hayes wanted it to end it right there but Mercy finally woke up from his temporary coma to realize he was about to lose.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Temporary coma? That seems far-fetched.

Mercy nails Jethro Hayes with a running enziguri to the back of the head. Hayes falls to a knee and Mercy chops him down with chops to the chest. Hayes manages to fall backwards and Mercy connects with a high knee drop to Jethro's forehead. Mercy gets Hayes to his feet - STATE OF MERCY!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Damn! It took everything Mercy had, but he just put Hayes in a State of Mercy!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Both men are laid out now Jon. This could be the end!

Mercy is struggling to get to his feet and Hayes is stirring. Mercy uses the side of the cage to get up and he stumbles over to Jethro who's up to a knee. Mercy drives the point of his elbow onto Jethro's collarbone repeatedly and then gets him up to his feet. Mercy sees the opening in the cage and tries to Irish Whip Jethro towards it. No, Jethro counters, brings Mercy closer to him and gives him a boot to the gut. THE PLANTER!

Brian Brian Rentfro: NO!!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: I haven't seen Jethro Planter someone THAT hard since his last match with Matthew Engel!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Shut up Jon!

Hayes manages to get up to his feet and Mercy is demolished at this point. Hayes brings Mercy up and tosses him toward the opening in the cage! Mercy lands on the broken steel and starts sliding out and down.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Ohhh NO! Mercy grabs the steel cage and he's hanging on for dear life!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hayes is coming after him!

Hayes climbs onto the wreckage and nails Mercy in the face with a right hand. Another, and another. Mercy isn't letting go! Hayes looks around for a weapon while Mercy pulls something out of his other boot. Hayes manages to find some C4 charges and walk back towards Mercy.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Mercy pulls out a taser gun and nails Jethro in the chest with it!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hayes drops those C4 charges right at the edge of the cage and falls forward!

The taser gets knocked off of Hayes as he is seizing on top of the wreckage. Hayes tries to shake off the voltage as Mercy tries desperately to climb back up. Hayes pulls a detonator out of his pocket.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Oh no.

Brian Brian Rentfro: What? I can't see! WHAT?!

Hayes blows up the C4 charges which blows off the chunk of the steel cage and some of the ring they were holding onto for dear life down to the floor below....

Mercy lands first...

Then Hayes...

then the wreckage lands on both of them.

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And your winner of the match... "THE SOUTHERN HERO"... JETHRO HAYES!

EMTs are rushing down to the ring to remove the wreckage and help Mercy and Hayes who are covered in blood and steel.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable.... I don't have the words.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Okay, Okay... I guess.. Jethro Hayes is finally ready, Jon! This was the whole plan all along!

Jon Jon McDaniel: I don't know if blowing shit up and carving each other open was part of the plan, but.. we witnessed something brutal and eye-opening.. that's for sure.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Mercy and Hayes gave it their all and the Southern Hero comes out on top... I didn't think I'd be okay with saying that, Jon.

Jon Jon McDaniel: You're a special guy, Brian.

Mercy gets put on a stretcher with a neck brace while Hayes refuses to be treated and just wants to get backstage to get ready for his next match.

Jon Jon McDaniel: It's going to be interesting to see how Jethro fares in his World Title match after this.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Mercy does not look good, Jon. He might have taken a very harsh fall.

Who's The Man!? 2013 Finals: Iron Man Match

Jacob Figgins vs Matt Stone


DING DING DING Figgins and Stone circle about eachother. Figgy makes no hesitation to get things started by tieing up with Stone. Instantly Figgy places him into a side headlock. Stone runs to the ropes and pushes Figgy off him , sending him toward the ropes. But Figgins charges from the rebound and strikes Stone with a heavy knee to the chest. With a doubled over Stone, Figgy hooks an arm about his neck and flips forword to land a spinning neckbreaker. Given the nature of this match, Figgy attempted to gain an early fall.

1! KICKOUT

27:47

Back and forth, Figgy and Stone are enchanging blows. Heavy right hands from Stone make Figgy stagger back. But Figgy is quick to retaliate with right handed knife edge chops. Instead of firing back with another flurry of right hands, Stone decides to suddenly fire off middle kicks aimed at the right arm of Figgins. Of course the barrage of kicks to his arm made striking with it a little more difficult. Figgins telegraphs his next attack, giving Stone time to duck the attack and catch Figgins into a hammer lock.

Matt Stone: So much for that right arm of Justice

Figgy smirks and...taps out? The referee comes forword to force Stone to loosen the hold. As soon as Stone did loosen the hold, Figgy whirls around with his left arm out and crushes his forearm into Stone's chest with a discus lariat. With the close proximity to the ropes , it causes Stone to stumble out of the ring.

Figgy: I'm a southpaw, dumbass

Matt Stone:1 Figgins:0

24:17

Stone drives Figgy back first into the steel ring post with a shoulder block causing him to fall to his knees. Take the time Figgy kneels there stunned , Stone runs the time keeper out of his chair which he brings it closer to Figgins. Stone charges and uses the chair as a platform to jump off of and drive Figgins into the ring post once again with a forceful drop kick. It seemed Figgy was out, so Stone pulled Figgins to his feel and tried to drag him into the ring , but Figgy suddenly wraps up on Stone. Belly to Belly suplex into the ring post!!

20:09

Both men have been brawling outside of the ring for sometime now. It seems the referee has long given up on counting, figuring they would both get to the ring when they damn well feel like it. A snap suplex from Stone nearly resulted in a crushed camerman along the way. But with quick reflexes and disposing of his camera, he managed to avoid the oncoming Figgy. But that gave Stone a weapon, he grabs the camera cord, and pulls Figgy into a seated position. He immediately began to choke figgy with the camera cord. Seeing this of course caused the referee to DQ stone, thus awarding a point to Figgy. But Figgy doesn't stay caught up for terribly long, by giving Stone a face full of camera.

Figgy : 1 Stone:2


17:32

Back in the ring, Figgy sits on the top turnbuckle , while Stone stands on the second rope, wailing away at Figgy. Once it seemed Figgy was stunned Stone leaped up and connected with a frankenstiener and rolled through for a pin, and grabbing the ropes for leverage

1! 2! 3!

Figgy:1 Stone:3

15:05

Figgy is kneeling in the center of the ring, and Stone stood over him and delivered a DDT. Once more, he kicks at that right arm of Figgy's before going for an arm bar. But Figgy had the ring awarenes to quickly get himself to the ropes, making the ref break the hold. Stone pulls the still slighlty stunned Figgy to his feet and spits in his face.

Matt Stone: I dare you to shu-

HEADBUTT! Stone recovered quickly from the blow, and whipped Figgins hard into the ropes. It looked like the force of the whip was going to make Figgy spill out of the ring. But Figgy made a pendulum like motion to get himself back into the ring. Using the momentum from the motion, he nails Stone with an echoing, Revolution LARIAT!!

1 2 3

Figgy:2 Stone:3

12:02

A furious chop battle erupts between both competitors. But it seemed that Matt began to gain the upper hand and began to back Figgy into the ropes. A hard whip from allows Stone to catch a running Figgy with a scoop slam. Stone shoots to his feet to dash toward the ropes he charges at Figgy who was up on one knee and motioned for Stone to stop

Figgy: STOP!!

Stone stopped in his tracks to give Figgy a cockeyed look. Before Figgy jumped up and nailed an Enzugiri. He quickly takes both arms of the stunned Stone and lifted him up. It seemed as if Figgy was doing a stalling variation of a butterfly suplex. That was until he began to jump up and use the force of gravity to Make Stone's face hit both of his knees.

1!2!3!

Figgy : 3 Stone : 3

8:20

Figgy tries for another lariat to decapitate Stone. But Stone ducks the attack. He pulls Figgy into a half nelson. He pulls Figgy away from the ropes before going for the full nelson. Figgy was caught in the hold pretty tight. But he stumbles about unto he forces stone to be driven back first into the turnbuckles which made him drop the hold. But an earringer from Stone was sufficient enough to keep Figgy at bay so Stone could take to the top and hit a crossbody. Only to return to the ropes for a C-c-c-combo breaker.

1 2 3

Figgy: 3 Stone: 4


5:00
Both men are beginning to look gassed. Which is why it seems they are just exchanging rest holds at this point hoping to catch their breath.Figgy's side headlock, got countered into a Stone one. Figgy shifted the hold into a hammelock, Stone shifted into a waist lock, only to have it bypassed by Figgy. Figgy's waist lock went a different direction, however. He decided to launch a german suplex. It seemed like a great summoning of will but he pulled himself and Stone up as well...a SECOND german suplex. A THIRD, A FOURTH , A FIFTH. Figgy finally let go after the fifth and dragged himself to the ropes. He climbed to the second turnbuckle. SECOND ROPE HEADBUTT

1 2 3


Figgy :4 Stone:4

1:00

Figgy goes for a big back suplex, but Stone lands on his feet and charges toward Figgy. Figgy leap frogs to avoid it. Which causes Matt to slide out of the ring to stop himself. Figgy runs toward the ropes, looking ready to take a dive to the outside. But Stone was already back in the ring and connects with an arm ddt. Matt goes for a key lock on the downed Figgy.But Figgy wills himself out of the hold and rises to his feet. A couple back elbows and Matt looses the hold. Figgy bounces off the ropes and connects with a clothesline, Stone shoots up quickly only to be nailed with a running back elbow, Stone gets up once more only to have a dropkick connect. But the next time figgy charged Stone activated his trap card. A DROP TOE HOLD followed by I BEQUEATH A BOOT TO THE HEAD

Figgy: 4 Stone:5

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner...and 2013 WHO'S THE MAN WINNER....MAAAAATT STOOOOONE!!!

Even after the final bell rang both opponents stood in the ring to recover. It might as well have been like the match was still going, for both men returned to the center of the ring with a vicious glare. It looked like it may come to blows again any second. But the appearance of a third person in the ring suddenly broke their gaze. A cane toting Dagger was now in the ring as well pushing both of the men apart. She raises her cane, pointing it toward Matt Stone maliciously. It seemed tonight was the night for her revenge. Oddly there was a sound, something similar to a toy machine gun. Matt Stone backed away, not harmed but obviously something mildly annoying shot out of Dagger's cane.

Dagger smirked, and tossed her cane aside, taking a leap and connecting with a hard jumping round house kick to the side of Stone's head, flooring him. Her ankle was perfectly fine it seemed. Figgy was still confused about what the hell fired out of her cane. He reached down and picked up the tiny ballistic.

Figgy: Pez?Your cane is a pez gu-

CRACK

Appearently, Dagger didn't feel like answering Figgy's question. For he received the same variety of kick that Matt just did. She picks her cane back up and sits upon the top rope overlooking her handy work before shrugging and flipping out of the ring. She disappears back into the crowd. Stone was back up to his feet outside the ring, holding his head. For some reason, he just can't with this tournament without getting attacked immediately afterward. Dazed, he heads up the ramp, holding his arm up wearily.

The Plot Thickens VII


Voice: You’re coming with me.

There’s a sound of a shriek, and then we fade to ringside.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone has just repeated in Who’s The Man!?, and once more history is made folks. Absolutely incredible.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Let no one doubt him now.

The cameras distinctly focus on a massive flag being held up by a large section of the crowd that blankets it, being moved across the arena. Jon McDaniel also distinctly gulps and we can even hear it over his headset.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Hahahaha. Didn’t see that coming Jon?

Jon Jon McDaniel: You KNEW?! You damn well KNEW?!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Of course I did, Jon.

“Indestructible(The Order of Chaos Worldwide Theme Remix)” by Disturbed hits over the sound system as the ADCTron once more burns with the same emblem on the massive flag, the skull of The Order as Fantastic Andy comes tumbling out from backstage and falls and rolls all the way down the entrance ramp. Simon Kalis rolls out in his wheelchair, with May Havoc standing by his side.

Jon Jon McDaniel: May, May. No! You have no idea what you’re doing!

Eric Emerson: Introducing, accompanied by Fantastic Andy and our PWA Grizzly Beer Champion May Havoc. He is the President and General Manager of the Pioneer Wrestling Association… SIMON KALIS!!!

We can audibly hear Jon McDaniel gag, but Brian Rentfro is applauding as are the thousands of fans in attendance as Simon lets himself roll down the entrance ramp very fast. The ropes have been removed from one side and a ramp set up to allow Simon to get rolled up into the ring on his wheelchair, which Fantastic Andy begrudgingly does for him- likely out of fear for his life. May Havoc looks on with disgust at Fantastic Andy Strickland who’s damn near close to tears as Simon Kalis gets the microphone.

Simon Kalis: First of all, I’d like to thank all of you. The fans. Without you, all of the boys and girls in the back? The three of us in this ring? We’re all nothing without you. So give yourselves a round of applause, you deserve it folks.

The crowd cheers and hoots and hollers and all the other silly things people do in large crowds with copious amounts of liquor and beer available.

Simon Kalis: In fact to celebrate the turnaround the PWA has made, everyone who looks under their chair will find a free “PWA: Welcome To The New Age” t-shirt. If it’s too big or too small for you-

Before he can even finish, the crowd’s all really up now and giving a standing ovation as they all grab up their free t-shirts.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Yeah! People love free stuff!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Sickening.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Why?

May looks at Simon and nods, both share an approving smile for one another. Fantastic Andy is on his knees in front of both May and Simon.

Simon Kalis: There is a person who deserves the highest praises we can give her. She successfully defended her Grizzly Beer title tonight, and if not for her none of us would be in the positions we are in today. So to you, May Havoc. I think I speak for everyone who loves the PWA when I say with the utmost sincerity… Thank you.

The crowd cheers, and Simon puts down his microphone and applauds as well. May adjusts the PWA Grizzly Beer title over her shoulder and smiles, gracefully accepting the praise being shown for her efforts. Simon clears his throat in Andy’s direction and even Fantastic Andy begins to applaud.

Simon Kalis: You may all be asking yourselves, how? How is it Simon Kalis is back in power in the PWA? Well it all started with Andy Strickland here. Left in charge by Mr. Rob Robinson, he began to do some very shady things with the PWA’s money that frankly I don’t believe it would be appropriate for me to discuss. But we all saw the damage being done to this company we love. We all saw that with Andy at the helm, the PWA was in trouble. May Havoc had the guts to speak out, and do something about it. In my position, with my legs horribly broken last December I knew I’d need help. And when May called the banners, I knew she was calling me. And I took her call.

The crowd cheers, but there’s also some boos. For Andy.

Or Simon and May?

Simon Kalis: What May set up, what this wonderfully bright and talented woman began was a resurgence for the PWA. Everyone took notice. Her words ignited a fire under everyone still here, and that flame burned so bright it beckoned new and old wrestlers to find their home back here in the Pioneer Wrestling Association. With her help, I began my own investigation into the financial situation here in the PWA and suffice it to say things were dire. Just as they were when I took the company by force from Mark Sommers in 2010.

The crowd hushes, some boos begin.

Simon Kalis: Now, now. I know. Memory serves you all right, it was a trying time with too much needless bloodshed and a war that went on too long. So this time we did things right. And when it became apparent the PWA needed help in the back office, and in the bank, I stepped in and did what any man who cares for the PWA would do… I stepped up. And so while May led by example in the ring, I began my work to take the PWA back from the corruption that had taken root.

Andy lowers his head in shame.

Simon Kalis: The last time I was here, it was by conquest and war. This time, we’ve done things right. This time, I’m not here to be in your faces every week and force my will upon the PWA. I’m here to be the steward it needs to see that the ship sails on smooth waters. This is about the guys and girls in the back. The Duff’s, the Stone’s, the Mathews, the O’Reilly’s and the Sullivans and the Figgins. New and old blood, together in a common cause for putting on great wrestling shows and shining as bright as their talent will allow them. But we cannot let what Andy has done go unpunished now, can we?

On cue May moves forward towards Andy. Andy begins to beg and plead with her to not hurt him, but the crowd cheers on wildly and pushes the beating on. May looks down at Andy with almost pity in her eyes for him. Almost.

Simon Kalis: The thing is. We all know who I am.

Simon Kalis throws off the wooly blanket which covers his legs and then steps up and out of his wheelchair. The crowd cheers wildly at first.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Oh God no…

Simon Kalis: I am Simon Kalis.

May Havoc, who has no idea he’s standing, realizes it very quickly as Simon grabs her by the neck from behind and puts her in a sleeper hold, the microphone still in his right hand.

Simon Kalis: And your services are no longer needed.

Simon drops the microphone and spins May Havoc around, shock and horror filled in her eyes. Andy covers his face as Simon rakes her in the eyes and then puts her down with the Tears of Redemption. The crowd is going nuts, boos rain down on Simon Kalis as he continues his assault by mud hole stomping down on May Havoc. He picks her up and she spits in his face. Simon licks the spit off his face and throws her into the corner. Fantastic Andy screams at Simon to stop.

Brian Brian Rentfro: WHOA!

Jon Jon McDaniel: This can’t be happening. Damn it, Brian. Damn it!

Simon takes May up top and twists her around up onto his back, hitting THE SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED THROUGH HIS WHEELCHAIR!!! May Havoc is out cold, the leather and metal of the wheelchair wrapped around her as Simon gets to his feet and grabs Fantastic Andy by the hair and lifts him up, brushing off Andy’s shoulders and smiling. The crowd is sickened by what they’re seeing, as Fantastic Andy grovelingly grabs the microphone for Simon and holds it up for him.

Simon Kalis: I told you. I told you all I always get what I want. And now there is no Apostles of Ares to save you. There is no Chamelion. No Raizzor. And if you think The Phoenix is about to step in and tell me no?

Simon offers the booing crowd a shit eating grin.

Simon Kalis: Who do you think I paid off?

He looks around, soaking in the boos as May Havoc finally shows signs of life but she’s hurt.

Simon Kalis: I meant it, so you know. What I said about not being in everyones face every week. I’ve gotten what I wanted, and there’s no need for me to be out here every week running around with AK-47’s and sacrificing cows with samurai swords to my own honor. This PWA is about the new blood, and the old blood who’s sought to make returns and show they’ve got a tiny iota of relevancy left to them. Right Hunter?

Simon spits on the canvas.

Simon Kalis: But if you thought my reign of power was over. You forgot the most important thing about me.

Simon walks over to May, kneels forward and smacks her across the face while grabbing her face and looking real deep into her eyes.

Simon Kalis: I don’t fight. I. Just. Win.

He shoves her head back as “King Wizard” by Kid Cudi hits, dropping the canvas and rolling out of the ring. Fantastic Andy follows as Simon whistles for him and both men make their way backstage to a chorus of boos.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Will he really stay out of our faces? This is bad, Brian. Really bad.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Nah, I believe he’ll stick to his desk. But I wouldn’t do anything to mess with him now.

Jon Jon McDaniel: I’m sure our Grizzly Beer Champion will have something to say about this… Believe you me.

May Havoc finally sits up and looks back up at the entrance ramp, pain and shock in her eyes as Simon stomps and offers the crowd a salute before turning and disappearing backstage.

Jon Jon McDaniel: She will.

Cody Bogard vs Jethro Hayes vs Viktor Stone vs Anna Mathews

PWA World Championship: Balance of Power


DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following contest is a BALANCE OF POWER match for the Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd rises to their feet, cheering wildly as the lights pan the sold out arena.

Brian Brian Rentfro: I am so confused. What the hell is a Balance of Power match?

Jon Jon McDaniel: Well, Cody Bogard won the “Balance of Power” when he scored the pinfall in that 6 man tag match. It means the match starts with Anna, Viktor and Jethro. So one of them will get eliminated, and the person who scores that elimination gets to sit back and rest while the third has to fight a fresh Cody Bogard. The winner of that then faces the initial one, and then we have our World Champion. Anna or otherwise.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Sounds absolutely retarded. Though what else is there to be expected in a Kalis regime in the PWA.

No fireworks, no pyros, nothing flashy at all. "Fuck All Ya'll" hits up in the speakers and from the back walks Jethro Hayes, listening to the booing of the crowd; though some cheers are thrown in.

Eric Emerson: From Lenox, Ga; standing six feet and seven inches while weighing in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... here is the first challenger… Jethro Hayes!

Jethro steps up the ring steps and through the ropes. The crowd continues to boo him but he pays no mind as he stretches. Hayes is still looking banged up from the Battledome, his chest still raw from the taser and dried blood still coating him from the “explosive” ending to his match with William Mercy.

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 TV, 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.

Jon Jon McDaniel: There’s real intensity in Viktor Stone’s eyes, and he and Hayes are staring each other down.

Brian Brian Rentfro: The Beast has my money, Jon. I don’t think he’ll be willing to accept anything less than pure victory, and considering how banged up Hayes is he’s in tough.

Eric Emerson: And now, your PWA World CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!

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

One, two, three, four…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A backflip, tons of pyro, and four banners of puppets galore on each side complete this cycle as the crowd cheers and the music fades. Anna Mathews hands over the belt to referee Lance Weston, who raises it high in the air for all to see as Emerson exits the ring and the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Right away all three rush towards each other with a killer intent, but Anna Mathews baseball slides past both Viktor Stone and Jethro Hayes as those two collide head on. Hayes with a single arm DDT on Stone puts him to the canvas but Anna’s right there with a bakatare sliding kick to put Hayes back down with Viktor Stone as quickly as he got up. Stone rolls away as Anna Mathews bounces off the ropes and tries going for some whacky high flying shit on the downed Hayes, but Stone back to his feet intercepts her with a tiltawhirl backbreaker that shakes the ring hard. Viktor immediately covers our World Champion!

1!

BREAK!

Jethro Hayes stomps down on Viktor Stone’s head then lifts him up off Anna Mathews and whips him into the ropes. As Viktor comes back, Hayes attempts a clothesline but Stone ducks and then jumps over Anna Mathews who’s still on the canvas. Stone comes back at Hayes with a roaring elbow that puts The Southern Hero into the corner. Hayes winces in pain, The Beast with a running low yakuza kick to the corner where Hayes is puts him down. Hayes grimaces, holding the part of his chest which William Mercy had bleeding earlier in the night as its opened right back up and bleeding again. Anna Mathews comes up from behind Viktor Stone and grabs onto him, turning him around then twisting him into a swinging inverted DDT. Anna Mathews covers The Beast this time and hooks the leg!

1!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Pffft. Stupid Dodo.

KICK OUT!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hey, you never know when a DDT will suddenly concuss someone and put them out. It’s always worth it, Brian.

Viktor throws Anna off of him like a ragdoll, but there’s Jethro Hayes who goes for a leg drop on Stone but Stone rolls out of the way. Anna Mathews with a standing moonsault on Jethro Hayes connects, but now The Beast is up and he grabs Anna from behind as she gets to her feet. He spins her around and then lifts her into his arms, screaming directly in her face as he has her locked in a grueling bear hug. Quickly he converts the bearhug into a spinebuster and takes the Champion down and out to the canvas. Before he has any more time to react Jethro Hayes is there to scoop him up and put him back down with a body slam. Anna slowly rolls away from them as Hayes lifts Viktor Stone back up. But out of nowhere, Viktor Stone with a rolling single leg Boston crab takes Hayes to the canvas and begins wrenching the submission move. Anna Mathews circles, watching carefully to see if Hayes will tap out and she should break it or let it happen.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Decisions, decisions, decisions!

Jon Jon McDaniel: That’s one way to put it.

Hayes however, is absolutely refusing to tap as referee Lance Weston checks on him and begins his count to five. Anna doesn’t wait long to pounce and bounces off the ropes then runs past Stone and Hayes and bounces back towards them… And just as she comes back, Viktor Stone quickly releases the single leg crab but gets cracked across the face with the BOOMERFLY KICK!!! The crowd jumps to their feet roaring, as Anna Mathews quickly goes for the cover on Viktor Stone!

1!

Brian Brian Rentfro: WHAT THE NOOOOO!!!

2!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Anna Mathews may be about to retake the balance of power!

JETHRO HAYES BREAKS THE COUNT!!! Anna gets a swift kick to the back of her head as Hayes wobbles, still feeling the sting from the single leg crab. He wipes the blood off his chest as Anna Mathews is quickly back to her feet and turns to face him. She delivers a huge heart kick to Jethro Hayes which sends him into the corner clutching his bleeding chest as Viktor Stone pulls himself back to his feet and rubs his face, none too amused it seems. Anna has no idea Viktor Stone is back up and he grabs her shoulder, spins her towards him and then lifts her up into a firemans carry before hitting REQUIM FOR SANITY!!! Anna Mathews looks to be completely knocked out cold from the devastating finisher of The Beast as he rolls her onto her back and covers.

1!

Brian Brian Rentfro: YES! THIS IS IT! ELIMINATE ANNA MATHEWS!!!

2!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hayes has other ideas!

Viktor sees Hayes coming as he looks up and Hayes with a leg drop to break the count, but Stone gets off Anna so Anna takes the full brunt of that damage. Stone gets back to his feet as does Hayes, and he rushes Hayes. The Beast with a series of knife edge chops puts Hayes right back into the corner rubbing the blood on his chest. Viktor Stone turns around and walks away, looking down at Anna Mathews who forces a smile and waves at him from the canvas. Her gaze turns towards the corner, and Stone quickly turns around and goes to complete his initial plan anyways by rushing towards Hayes in the corner. But suddenly Jethro Hayes lunges forward from the corner before The Beast can hit a running knee into Hayes’ head in the corner. THE PLOW!!! THE PLOW!!! Hayes spins with Stone in his clutches and completes it, slamming him to the canvas and hooking the leg!

1!

Brian Brian Rentfro: NO! OH SHIIII---

2!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Anna Mathews is getting to her feet, but she’s not moving to stop the pin!

3!!!

DING DING DING

ELIMINATED: VIKTOR STONE BY JETHRO HAYES!!!

Hayes rolls off Stone as the bell rings, and Lance Weston checks on both men. Hayes rolls out of the ring and begins making his way backstage to get patched up, walking backwards gingerly as he points to Anna Mathews then motions for a belt around his waist. Anna hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and leans back to relax as Viktor Stone finally rolls out of the ring and leaves the ringside area without looking back.

Brian Brian Rentfro: He doesn’t look happy, and neither am I.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Well at least Jethro gets to go backstage and get some well-deserved rest, and get patched up. He sorely needs it.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the first fall… JETHRO HAYES!!!

Anna Mathews hops down and begins stretching again, rubbing her face as she still feels the effects of Viktor Stone’s Requiem of Sanity.

Eric Emerson: Introducing the final challenger… He hails from San Mateo, California… The Crisis Ace… The Main Event… CODY BOGARD!!!!

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


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. Anna Mathews smiles at him, but Bogard shakes his head back to her.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Anna failed to get herself some rest in this Balance of Power match. Now she’ll have to defeat Cody Bogard and Jethro Hayes back to back to keep her title belt.

Brian Brian Rentfro: If Bogard wins, he’ll have an easy time disposing of an already broken down and battered Jethro Hayes.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hayes did have the biggest handicap coming into this match, having to face Mercy earlier in The Battledome.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Oh, I thought his biggest handicap was being from Georgia.

DING DING DING

Bogard starts his assault off with a spinning heel kick which sends Anna Mathews spinning around into the corner. With her half fallen in the corner Bogard unleashes a torrent of knee strikes to Anna’s head, alternating between his left and right knees until Anna Mathews’ has been viciously busted open. Anna Mathews stumbles forward out of the corner completely delirious as Bogard grapples her from behind and takes her down with a Russian Leg Sweep. With The World Champion on the canvas, The Crisis Ace quickly gets to his feet and grabs her by the legs, putting her into a leg and thigh sleeper hold. Anna Mathews tries and tries but can’t seem to make it to the ropes as Bogard wrenches his hold in tight and good.

Jon Jon McDaniel: This isn’t looking good for Anna. Maybe Viktor gave her a bit of a concussion there, she never seemed really fully recovered from that.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Or Cody Bogard is just so mad at how bad she dropped bridges on him over the last few weeks that he’s just finally unleashing that pent up anger. And I’m pretty sure he’s a virgin, so he’ll wanna cop as many feels as he can right now before Jethro Hayes puts him in his place.

Anna Mathews finally grabs onto the bottom rope with her right hand, forcing Bogard to break the hold. Bogard doesn’t relent at all as he lifts her back to her feet and whips her into the ropes. But as she hits the ropes and he charges towards her, a handspring back elbow from the Queen of Dodo’s shocks Bogard right into the canvas. Anna Mathews is a bit wobbly on her legs after the hold but she fights through it and as Bogard gets up she hits a Dragon Screw Legwhip taking him right back down to the canvas. Anna Mathews springboards off the top rope and lands a moonsault before quickly covering.

1!

KICK OUT!

Anna slams her fist into Bogard’s face and gets off of him. A flipping seated senton for good measure but Bogard rolls out of its way and gets to his feet. Bogard hops up onto the top rope and connects with a vicious missile dropkick that sends Anna down to the canvas herself. But the Champ is right back up with all the fight one would expect from the PWA World Champion as she hits a spinning lariat on Bogard. But Bogard can take it too, determination burning in his eyes to win his first PWA World title. He runs at Anna but she a kip up hurricanrana and takes him back down to the canvas. Jethro Hayes appears from behind the curtains, and stands atop the entrance ramp surveying the battle in the ring.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Uh oh, this could be trouble.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Technically he could interfere and disqualify whoever he doesn’t want to face, couldn’t he?

Anna Mathews takes a quick look at Hayes as he very slowly begins walking towards the ring but ignores him. She goes for a leg drop on Bogard but Bogard rolls out of the way, both of them quickly get back to their feet. Anna hops up onto the top turnbuckle and comes flying off but before we can know what batshit crazy aerial strike she can do, Cody Bogard catches her and then lays her out with his signature high angle sitout powerbomb- THE BASARA BOMB!!! Jethro Hayes is right outside the ring now, smelling his next and final opponent as Bogard stays in position for a pinfall on Anna Mathews.

1!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Jethro Hayes!!! Will he face The Crisis Ace?!

2!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: It looks like it, Jo-

KICK OUT!!! KICK OUT!!! ANNA MATHEWS FUCKING KICKS OUT AND IN THE PROCESS DIGS THE HEEL OF HER BOOT RIGHT UP CODY BOGARD’S THROAT!!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: n… Or not.

Bogard holds his throat as Anna gets up and elbows him in the head before rolling away from him. Hayes circles the ring, stopping to look at the PWA World title at ringside. Anna Mathews lifts Bogard up and whips him into the corner. She begins climbing up and setting up Splatastrophe but bogard grabs onto her and pushes her off of him. She falls to the canvas hard and then Bogard crouches on the top turnbuckle but he decides to spin around and Springboard Asai Moonsault himself straight onto Jethro Hayes on the outside. He gets to his feet and Anna Mathews quickly slides out of the ring on the opposite side and then crawls under the ring before Bogard can see where she went. Referee Lance Weston has a 10 count going.

1!

Bogard searches for Anna around the ring, figuring she’s gone under it but Hayes is back up and none too pleased with what Bogard’s done.

2!!

Anna peeks out from under the ring and under the ring apron, carefully watching Hayes circle around towards Bogard.

3!!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: If there’s a double count out, does Hayes auto win the title?

4!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: I have no idea, Brian.

5!!!

Anna Mathews slides out and then rolls back into the ring. She confronts Lance Weston and forces a distraction but Bogard charges Hayes. Hayes grabs him and just throws him into the steel steps. He hits it shoulder first and bounces up and over hard into the guard rail. Hayes looks up as Weston looks out to see what just happened but Hayes backs away and shrugs. Bogard gets himself back up and goes right back to Hayes. Lance Weston now leans over the top rope and tells Bogard to ignore Hayes and get back into the ring, Anna Mathews smartly takes these moments to regain her composure and get a breather but Bogard goes right to Hayes. They exchange words and Hayes is acting innocent, backing away with his arms up but Bogard kicks him in the gut THEN HITS HERO TIME!!! HERO TIME ON JETHRO HAYES AND THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!!! Before Bogard has time to celebrate Anna Mathews makes a run towards the ropes, springboards herself up and over and lands with a cross body on Bogard onto the outside.

Jon Jon McDaniel: This match is quickly devolving quickly.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Lance Weston has lost control.

Anna Mathews slides back in the ring quickly, but Bogard is right on her heels. He’s up as is she and she goes for another heart kick but Bogard dodges it, kicks her in the gut and goes for a Hero Time BUT Anna Mathews drops completely forward instead of allowing herself to be set up for the stunner. She hits the canvas chest first and rolls away, getting back to her feet as Hayes gets up on the outside of the ring and climbs right up onto the apron. Anna looks at Cody, Cody looks at Anna and both of them charge and hit a double dropkick to knock The Southern Hero off the apron. The crowd cheers wildly for their teamwork but Anna is up first and quickly. Cody Bogard gets to his feet but is suddenly met with bakatare sliding kick from Anna who puts him back to the canvas. Without blinking an eye, Anna jumps up to the top rope and immediately comes flying off with the ABORTION OF GIYGAS!!! A PHOENIX 360 SPLASH THAT STUNS THE ENTIRE ARENA!!! She covers immediately while Bogard is dazed!

1!

Jon Jon McDaniel: BAH GAWD WHAT A MOVE!

2!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: Hayes is right back to his feet now and up on the ring apron.

3!!!

DING DING DING

ELIMINATED: CODY BOGARD BY ANNA MATHEWS!

Anna has no time to relax or celebrate as Hayes climbs back up into the ring over the top rope and stomps down on her head. She rolls off of him, and he gives Bogard a good what for stomp as well as Bogard rolls out of the ring.

Brian Brian Rentfro: AND IT’S ON!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hayes and Mathews! The PWA World title is on the line!

Hayes lifts Anna up to her feet, and she’s showing the wear and tear from the long on going match.

Jon Jon McDaniel: If Anna Mathews can pull this off…

Brian Brian Rentfro: She may’ve been through hell in this match, but Hayes was just in the Battledome with William Mercy!

Anna Mathews with an enziguri kick pushes Hayes back. Anna breathes heavily and follows it up with a Big Ball of Violence! She hits him in the chest repeatedly with kicks and elbows until he’s bleeding all over again, she strikes him in the arms and the thighs and even at his shins in an attempt to weaken him until Hayes is brutally shocked and battered to his knees where Anna Mathews follows it up by swiftly kicking his head into outer space. Blood and spit mix together as they fly from Hayes’ mouth, his neck twists in a way it was likely never made to as he hits the canvas hard. Anna Mathews stumbles back, utterly exhausted and still bleeding from her face and nose herself as she falls back and collapses, hitting the canvas a foot from Jethro Hayes. The crowd is roaring, cheering and screaming for her to pin The Southern Hero.

Jon Jon McDaniel: With that torrent of all the strikes possible in the world, Anna has Hayes down and out! But the battles this night have put both of these world class athletes to the canvas.

Bogard is watching this all from the outside as The Beast seems to be lurking again, appearing from backstage. Anna drapes her arm over Jethro Hayes’ bloody chest in a last ditch effort to pull out the win.

1!

2!!

3!!!

NOPE! HAYES WITH HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES, LANCE WESTON SAYS THE MATCH WILL CONTINUE!!

Anna Mathews rolls off of Hayes and breathes hard but pulls herself to her feet as she wipes the blood and hair from her face. Hayes rolls right towards Bogard and completely unaware of that till he’s looking right up at Bogard. Bogard raises a foot and debates stomping down but Lance Weston warns him to leave the ringside area. But there’s Viktor Stone, the least likely of all these 4 wrestlers you’d think would save the day. He pulls Bogard from the apron and then hits a german suplex on the outside.

Jon Jon McDaniel: I’m sure that had more to do with wanting to hurt Bogard than save Hayes from winning by disqualification.

Anna Mathews waits for Hayes to get to his feet and then runs towards him, BOOMERFLY KICK!!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---

NOPE! Hayes tries to dodge it, and does before hitting his patented sit out full nelson atomic drop- TAKE A BREAKER! He is so exhausted now however, despite nearly breaking the ring with Anna Mathews’ body he falls back and breathes heavy and deep.

Brian Brian Rentfro: DAMN IT HAYES!!! COVER! COVER! YOU CAN DO IT!!!

Viktor Stone and Cody Bogard are slugging it out outside of the ring until a rash of security comes running out to break up the fight.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Tempers are flaring, Brian.

Hayes sits back up and rolls Anna aside before pinning her.

1!

Finally, Bogard and Stone are escorted backstage separately.

2!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW WORRRRRRRRRRRRLD CHAAAAAAAAAAMMMMP-

2 and 9/10ths KICK OUT!!! ANNA MATHEWS KICKS OUT WITH THE LAST OF HER FUCKING WILL AND STRENGTH!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Wow.

Both Anna and Jethro remain laid out on the canvas, breathing hard. Lance Weston begins a ten count with both competitors down.

1!

Anna Mathews and Jethro Hayes both begin to stir.

2!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: This will really come down to the wire won’t it?

3!!!

Brian Brian Rentfro: It’s looking like that.

Jethro Hayes is up first, but he’s clutching his chest which he wipes the blood from.

4!!!

Anna Mathews is up now and she immediately goes for the Boomerfly Kick on Jethro Hayes. But Hayes catches her and then puts her between his legs, and with the last bit of strength in him he hits THE PLANTER! This jackknife powerbomb shakes the canvas and he falls over onto Anna Mathews, Lance Weston drops to make the count.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE SOUTHERN HERO!!! JETHRO HAYES!!!

The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as Hayes rolls off of Anna Mathews, leaving a large bit of his own blood on her. He gets to his feet and Lance Weston hands him the PWA World Championship.

Jon Jon McDaniel: And for the fourth time in his career, Jethro Hayes is once again the World Champion.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Damn that has to feel good.

Jon Jon McDaniel: William Mercy showed up and promised to push Jethro to being not just as good as he once was, but greater than he ever has been and in this night Jethro has done what most could not.

Brian Brian Rentfro: Survive The Battledome and vanquish a foe? Check. Survive a Balance of Power match and win? Check. Win the World title on top of it in that match? Check. Pretty good night for him, despite the blood loss.

Anna Mathews rolls out of the ring and walks away gingerly without looking back even as many fans cheer for her as she passes by. However with Anna Mathews gone, the entire arena is back to their chorus of boos with Jethro Hayes raising the PWA World Championship.