World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Cody, How in the Hell Are Ya?

The crowd is hushed, but still audible, as the scene cuts backstage to find Jethro Hayes, proudly wearing his Championship belt.

Jon McDaniel: What is Hayes up to here tonight?

Jethro is whistling his theme song, "Fuck All Ya'll" by Saliva as he comes up on a door marked "Cody Bogard".

Brian Rentfro: Looks like he's gonna kick Cody's ass!

As though he heard Brian Rentfro, Jethro turns his head and shakes it at the camera.

Brian Rentfro: Anna's powers have moved to the belt! Jethro can read minds.

Jethro reaches out and knocks on the door.

Jon McDaniel: Don't be ridiculous Brian.

Cody opens the door and stares at Jethro Hayes there, who promptly points to his belt and indicates that Cody doesn't have it.

Cody: "What in the **** do you want Hayes?

Jethro: "May I come in Cody?

Cody just stares at Jethro, before asking again.

Cody: What do you want Hayes?

Jethro: See, I think you deserve a shot at this title, don't you?

Cody stares.

Jethro: And well, the whole 4-way Balance of Power shit was a Clusterfuck of power and well...

Jethro looks at Cody.

Jethro: There were a couple of people in there that were undeserving of the shot and...(shrug) I want the next challenger to earn the shot.

Jethro pats Cody's shoulder.

Jethro: That is where...

Cody shakes Hayes' hand off his shoulder.

Cody: Get your hand off me Hayes.

Jethro, shrugging, continues.

Jethro: See, I think that you and Viktor are somewhat deserving, ya'll have a bit of a history, and well... I think that if you want a shot at this belt... you'll have to earn it by defeating him.

Jethro smirks.

Jethro: I'll be discussing it with him a bit later on, so you do your thinking and let me know, but don't take all night, you've got only thirty seconds.

Jethro promptly begins whistling the Jepoardy theme song, going until Cody interrupts him.

Cody: Deserving? The last thing I EVER want to hear from you is determining who is or isn't deserving of a title shot. With the way things went last week, you were as deserving of being in the match in the first place was equal to Emily Corlen deserving to beat you for the title in the first place. Let that sink in for a moment to get where I'm going with that little insult. I earned my shot in the match busting my ass the previous weeks, I can't even imagine how much dick sucking you did to "earn" your place in the match.

Bogard pauses to allow the fans to take it in and allow the statements to sink into Jethro's head

Cody: Just to appease your ******* ego and show how much of a crazy dreamer that I am, I'll play your little game and make short work of Vik Stone. Once I'm done dealing with that eyesore, I'll be more than glad to beatdown the eyesore that is standing right in front of me thinking that he can simply push around the Main Event. That day came and gone, this is a Main Event that has made you look stupid not too long ago and will be glad to do it once again. Step aside "champ", I've got main event business to deal with.

Bogard walks off screen, keeping sight of Jethro Hayes; Jethro smirks.

Jethro: Eye sore? Sorry my blinging belt shines in your eye.

He nods, laughing at that.

Jethro: But good Cody, very good.

\'Sir\' Nigel Percy vs Marvin Wood

Singles Match

The bell sound and Percy and Wood mixed it up early with punches, with the advantage going to Wood. He whipped Percy into the ropes and Percy countered with a duck underneath into a full nelson slam. Percy took out his anger on Marvin with punches and kicks, trying to keep the former VW superstar down as much as possible. Marvin would counter with a rake to Percy's eyes and a running enziguri, knocking Percy to the mat. Marvin went on the offensive and tried to beat down Percy as much as possible for the three count. And after a devastating Full Nelson Suplex, Marvin would go for the pin only to get a two count. Marvin then latched on Chicken Wing Camel Clutch, but Percy manages to the bottom rope. But Sir Nigel is done for as Marvin hooks on the Imperfect Science. Percy taps out.

Winner: Marvin Wood via submission 5:32

BBC with a side of Clam Chowder

The crowd is on their feet as the ADCtron comes to life showing the Cowgirls From Hell in a locker room of luxury. They sit on a big leather couch engrossed in a wrestling match on the flat screen TV that takes up damn near the whole wall. Upon further inspection it appears the girls are playing PWA Rampage Hall of Fame Edition as we watch SNS battle Riona Langly in a ladder match. Judging by the reactions of the girls when Riona hits Scott with the ladder, we know who is who.

Meghan Nash Strader: MOVE!

Tamika Nash Strader: So bossy.

Scott is able to counter and grab the ladder as Riona continued to pummel him. He smacks the taste out of Riona’s mouth, drops the ladder, irish whips the cunt, and hits her with The Memory Remains ontop of the ladder. He sets up the ladder climbing to the top as Meghan mashes her Playstation 3 controller.

Meghan Nash Strader: Get up you whiny bitch!

Tamika Nash Strader: Hahaha! No deadline to stop him now!

Meghan stops and looks over at Tamika confused, who just laughs and completes her win. Scott Nash Strader stands on the TV screen pumping his fist in the air victorious.

Meghan Nash Strader: Well that’s the only time that will ever happen.

Tamika Nash Strader: Don’t hate the player, hate the game baby.

Meghan rolls her eyes at her baby sister as she looks around the room.

Meghan Nash Strader: Pretty sweet set up we got here and we aren’t even wrestling tonight! Benefits to fucking the boss?

Tamika shrugs.

Tamika Nash Strader: One of them.

Meghan Nash Strader: What, besides the big black cock?

Tamika smiles.

Tamika Nash Strader: What, are you tired of the clam chowder, you want to go for a ride?

Meghan punches her baby sister in the upper arm by the shoulder. Tamika rubs her shoulder as she giggles to herself. We hear a few beeps go off, and Tamika pulls out her cellphone.

Tamika Nash Strader: Dad and John are ready, Meggy.

The ADCtron cuts the clip on Meghan’s sneering face.

GoD vs The Gokudo

Singles Match

Hunter and Tatsuo start the match, Sullivan getting the early advantage. Hunter getting the early takedown, he locked Tatsuo in a side headlock, followed by an armbar. Tatsuo fought his way back to his feet, shoving Hunter off into the ropes and up over his head for the rebound, connecting with a powerslam. A quick two count before Hinter got off his back, connecting with a knee to the side of the head. Sullivan dropped him straight down with a DDT. Hunter tags in Jacob, Figgins coming in and cleaning up with swinging neckbreaker. Takahashi charges in the ring, but is quickly tossed over the ropes by Jacob. Another quick tag, like riding a bicycle, and Hunter was back in with his partner, both men lifting Tatsuo up in the air and driving him straight back into the mat with a double flapjack. Hunter makes the cover while Figgins guards the pinfall getting a 1 2 3.

Winners: Generation Of Destruction

Here's SoR!

Here is the segment for Shawn O'Reilly. In it he's announcing that he's going to take some time off to heal and consider his options. He feels that, with his loos to May, maybe he doesn't have what it takes anymore. maybe the game has passed him by, etc. etc.etc. Anyway, here it goes.

Jon McDaniel: Let's go to the backstage area to Bud adams with The Boston bulldog Shawn O'Reilly.

Bud Adams: Thanks, Jon. I'm here with Shawn O'Reilly. Shawn, you've been involved in several epic matches in the past few months,notibly your war with Meghan Nash Strader at the Who's The Man? Tournament, and your Double Glory Match with Tina Madison this past Sunday at the WTM finals. You sustained an incredible beating during that match from the repeated barbed wire chair shots by Madison. Your back was positively ripped open. But what fans are buzzing about is your nip and tuck battle with the Grizzly Beer Champion May Havoc. You came within a inch of becoming champion. You showed that you are still a force in the PWA, even at this stage in your career.

O'Reilly: Did I, Bud? Did I really? I think maybe you were watching a different match. I refuse to make any excuses about the shape I was in coming into that match with May Havoc. She beat me clean. I dropped some of the pressure on the Twister because I thought I had her dead to rights, and she was able to force the break. It was a dumb, stupid rookie mistake. Yaknow, Bud, I gotta wonder if I still have what it takes, physically and mentally to make it in this game. This goes all the way back to before I even came to the PWA. I became a bitter old shell of myself. I let myself fall into the trap so many of us wrestlers fall into. We think we're bigger than the sport, and that the fans need us and not the other way around. I became bitter, and it led me into a place that I shouldn't have went. I tried to destroy Tina Madison, a rookie with a promising future ahead of her. I did things to her out of spite, out of jealousy. I even tried to justify it by saying that I was trying to save her from the fate that awaited me. I mean, that's sick, Bud. That's really sick. I ridiculed her manager, a recovering addict, for trying to straighten his life out. Who does that?

O'Reilly puts his face in his hands.

Bud Adams: Shawn, maybe this isn't the place for...

O'Reilly: No, Bud, this is the place.

O'Reilly looks directly in the camera.

O'Reilly: Tina Madison, I want to take this opportunity to sincerely apologize to you and to Clark Ford for everything that I've done and said to you two. I don't expect your forgiveness. Hell, I certainly don't deserve it. But I'm asking for it, anyway. I'm sorry.

May Havoc....Congratulations on the win. You deserved it. I tip my hat to you. Just one word of advice in parting...try to pick your associates more carefully next time. it genuinely hurt to see you get backstabbed like that by Kalis.

Meghan Nash Strader....Thank you. Everything you said leading up to our match was engraved in my mind. Looking back, every word was true. You helped me realize the error of my ways, so to speak. Thank you.

Jon McDaniel...I'm sorry for dropping you on your head. You didn't deserve that.

To the fans....You didn't turn on me....I turned on you. The fault is all mine. I'm sorry.

Bud Adams: What are you saying? Is this a farewell speech? Are you leaving the PWA?

O'Reilly: I don't know. I just need...time. Time to heal my body. Time to heal my heart and spirit. Time to heal my mind. I've got alot of thinking to do. Let's just say it'll be a while before you see Shawn O'Reilly again, if you see me again.

Bud Adams: A shocking turn of events here at rampage. Jon, Brian, back to you.

Jon Mc Daniel: Absolutely shocking. That man was completely spent, physically, mentally, and emotionally. He spoke straight from the heart. And, yes, O'Reilly I forgive you.


Jon McDaniel: I can't believe you, Brian.

The Déjà vu of 1976

The ADCtron lights up again, but the scene is unfocused at first.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is going on?

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know Brian, the back can’t tell me anything right now.

The screen finally catches focus and it’s to the highway leading to the arena. The fans are on their feet as they realize it’s about two dozen motorcycles they see coming down. They know who it is.

Jon McDaniel: I think we got our answer.

Brian Rentfro: As much as I love both his daughters’ breasts, I love unnecessary violence even more.

The motorcycles arrive at the front of the arena as the crowd erupts when Scott Nash Strader kicks down his kickstand, stands up and removes his beanie helmet, followed by his son and Tamika’s twin brother John. 22 other bikers get off their Harley’s. As they move around we can see they are wearing The Brothers of Mayhem cuts; half of the men with the Manitoba rocker on the bottom, the other half a Probationary rocker. Scott however, is in his Bandido colors.

Jon McDaniel: The last time Scott showed up with this many bikers it was on order of President Obama!

Brian Rentfro: What are talking about?

Jon McDaniel: Really? Simon Kalis and Scott Nash Strader recruited 800 members of the Bloods and Bandidos to aid the American Government in taking down a terrorist.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah ok. Next you’ll tell me PuppetLisa was that terrorist and took over Disneyland. Give me a break Jon.

The Strader men lead in their brothers and are greeted by security.

Security: Hey, um, I don’t think all of you can be here…

Scott laughs at the trembling security guard.

SNS: What’s wrong? Scared of the big bad bikers?

The security guard gulps.

SNS: It’s ok; don’t believe everything you hear from the media. We are just motorcycle enthusiasts. We are here because my son in law says it’s ok. You know who my son in law is, right?

The guard just nods.

SNS: Good, so my brothers and I would like to get by now.

Security: I still need clearance.

This time it’s John that talks.

JNS: My old man was trying to be nice, and now you are just being ignorant.

John walks right up in the guards face, his eyes wide open staring at the trembling little man.

Tamika Nash Strader: Hey! Save it for later, John!

Scott pats the security guard on the shoulder pretty hard as Tamika tells him to let the men in as she hands them backstage passes.

Jon McDaniel: Uh oh, they are here on behalf of the Cowgirls From Hell it seems.

Brian Rentfro: It’s funny how neither have a match…. But Sullivan and Figgins do. This night is about to get violent.

Marxx vs Viktor Stone

Singles Match

Jon McDaniel: Do you know what’s up with the barriers set up on the entrance with all thos folding chairs set up?

Brian Rentfro: If I was to hazard a guess, I say it was a guy that is about 6’10.

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron, showing black, white and green clips of Marxx fighting is flashing as Riptide” by Sick Puppies plays in the arena. All of a sudden, the stage ramp starts being covered in smoke as green lights flashes on each side, making the impression that the ramp is a green haze. Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing a sleeveless black coat, studded on the shoulders. He stays in the middle of the entrance ramp, looking down. Then, all of a sudden, he raises his head and does his usual “X” with his arms before slowly extending them as sparkles are falling in front of the entrance.

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Indianapolis, Indiana: Marxx!

He starts walking on the ramp, exchanging high fives with some fans on his way. He stops in front of the ring, then all of a sudden, he turns back and takes off his coat. He climbs inside the ring and then heads towards the corner. He climbs on it, and then makes the same gesture he did on the entrance ramp: an “X” in front of his face with his arms and then extending them to each side. He jumps off the corner and goes to the other side, where he does the same thing.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

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...
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 but before it can the lights dim.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell is going on now?

‘Five Minutes Alone’ by Pantera hits the sound system and the crowd is immediately on their feet with infamous chant.

Crowd: S-N-S! S-N-S! S-N-S! S-N-S!

Scott Nash Strader appears on the stage with his hands raised up to the rafters taking in the fan support. He takes a seat in the special seating area on the entrance ramp, and is followed by 23 other men, including his son John. Scott motions for them to hurry it up, as Viktor Stone scowls at the PWA Hall of Famer.

Jon McDaniel: Wow, Scott just won’t let it die.

Brian Rentfro: Biggest mistake Viktor ever made.


The match starts rather slow as Scott and his motorcycle club members taunt Viktor from the top of the stage. Marxx and Viktor start off with a few chains, testing each other’s abilities. Viktor with his superior technical abilities starts with the upper hand quickly managing to keep Marxx grounded with a headlock. Marxx toughs it out and counters out with an Irish whip, calf kick combo. Viktor regains himself after the shot however, Marxx keeps a slight upperhand.

Jon McDaniel: Do you think Scott and the guys up there are distracting the competitors?

Brian Rentfro: So far it doesn’t seem like it.

Scott is on his feet with a mock gold clap for the match. After cornering Viktor a chop battle goes astray. Viktor turns the situation and gets himself on the upperhand with a randomized flurry of strikes. After falling to the lower ropes Viktor plants in a face wash. Getting cocky Viktor taunts the crowd and flips of Scott Nash Strader, who responds by laughing. Marxx is given time to get back to his feet and capitalizes with a quick slide through Viktors feet and shooting up a throat thrust.

Jon McDaniel: Someone just handed Scott a football.

Brian Rentfro: He’s getting old and senile. This is wrestling!

Marxx runs the ropes and connects a swinging neck breaker but is pinged right in the forehead from the football. Marxx gives a dirty look up at the ramp but Scott holds his arms up trying to claim innocence as all the bikers laugh. Marxx makes a quick cover.




Not missing a beat Marxx heads for the ropes and rebounds missing a knee drop. Having hit the canvas hard with the knee, Marxx is unable to follow up and finds himself on the losing end of a kick. Grounded Viktor takes advantage of Marxx and works over the leg. Marxx finds it hard to defend the leg but manages to get a rope break. The ref calls off the assault and Marxx is given room to get back to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t believe Scott threw a football into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: He got his Marxx too. Hahaha, get it?! Got his Marxx?!

Viktor quickly gets back to his attack going after the leg, but Marxx tries to fend him off with a quick reverse enzuguri. Viktor does fall but staggers back dazed from the kick. Attempting to get the upper hand in the match Marxx heads off the ropes and hits a shoulder block. Viktor stays standing and is rewarded by Scott Nash Strader as he stands up top the ramp with a high powered Nerf gun pelting shots at Viktors head. Viktor turns around yelling up at the ramp and for security to do something, Viktor falls victim to a drop toe hold trick, rolling up to a side headlock. Fighting in the hold Viktor verticals it and nails a belly to back suplex. He covers!



Kickout! Scott sits down after mock applauding the almost victory.

Jon McDaniel: Close call for Marxx!

Marxx is slow back to his feet and once there is locked in a deadly sleeper. Marxx struggles but Stone seems to have it in tight. Knowing to get out of the choke fast Marxx garbs Vik by the head and drops with a jaw breaker. The move is cut off and Stone staggers back into the ropes. Marxx knocks him out with a clothesline following out after with a crossbody. Both men are out on the outside. Scott nods at his John and a couple other men as they hop down on either sides of the entrance ramp and disappear along the crowd and security.




Both men begin to stir on the floor. Scott Nash Strader feverishly reloads his high-powered Nerf gun.




Scott Nash Strader begins firing Nerf rounds into the ring as the referee turns around yelling at the entrance ramp for Scott to stop interfering. He keeps plugging away hitting Dwayne Cross in the face a few times. While this is happening…

Jon McDaniel: Uh oh, look Brian!

John and one of the bikers jump the barricade, rush the two rising men, and hit running bulldogs on them, and in the same swift movement hop over the crowd barrier. Scott stops firing cause he’s out of ammunition, and Dwayne turns around and continues the count.






Eric Emerson: The result of this contest is a Double Count Out!

The two competitors on the floor rise and shake their heads as Scott Nash Strader and his biker buddies give both men a middle finger salute as they exit into the backstage area.

Jon McDaniel: You know Brian, I heard Scott has signed back on the PWA for a hand full of matches, of his choosing.

Brian Rentfro: You think maybe he wants Viktor Stone?

Jon McDaniel: It’s possible Brian, it’s the PWA!


Jon McDaniel: As you have seen in the past weeks, Bud Adams and Lean Bean Miller have been tracking Bodie Vera Cruz, who has been MIA since being brutalized by the formr PWA Champion Anna Mathews. Miller rceived a phone call from a local psychotherapist who wanted to shed some light on the perplexing issues surrounding "The Body."

Lean Bean Miller and the PWA camera crew walk into a local medical office building.

LBM: Let’s see, Lake, Lincoln, ahhh, here we go.

They walk down a corridor and see a receptionist desk. A nurse is sitting behind the desk. The gorgeous blonde is doing her nails. Her nurses uniform is obviously a size or 2 too small.

“Ohh, hi sir. Can I help you?”

LBM: Yes ma’am. I have an appointment to speak with the doctor.

“Ohh ok. (grabs the phone) Let me buzz him. Doctor, there’s a bean guy here to see you. Ok, thank you doctor. (hangs up the phone.)The doctor will see you now sir. Right through that door.”

LBM: Thank you ma’am.

Miller and the crew walk through the door and find the doctor’s office.
Miller knocks on the door.


Lean Bean Miller from the PWA to speak with you , doctor.

“Yah, yah. Come in. Zeet down.”

The doctor is at his desk, but the highback executive’s chair he is sitting in is facing away from Lean Bean.

LBM:Thanks for calling us to offer your expert analysis on Bodie Vera Cruz. We really appreciate it.

“Ahhh, yah. Bodee Veera Cruuz. A vedy vedy eenteresting case, oondeed.”

LBM: I agree, doctor. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, I mean after his match with Anna Mathews, he disappears for a week, then pops up as some type of intellectual snob, then some kind of, well, I don’t know what kind of wrestler he was trying to be, and most recently, he was a “gangster rapper.” Doctor, what are some of the possibilities?

“Vell, Zere are many pozzibiliteez here. EE tees pozzible zat he haz suffered ze traumatic brain eenjury zat haz impaired heez abillitee to function een reealitee. Alzo, eet cood bee an eemotional break, or even a keemicool eembalance in ze central nervoos zeeztem. Zere are other pozzibiliteez, boot I hav ze leemeeted time today.”

LBM: Ok, doctor. I understand that you are busy. One last question. What is YOUR diagnosis of Bodie Vera Cruz.

“Vell, I haz devoted many hours viewing ze veedeeos of hees behavior before and after ze inceedent, oond I haz come to zees conclooshun……”

The chair spins around. It’s Bodie Vera Cruz. He is wearing Curious George scrubs (hat and all.) He does not have a name tag, but there is a “Hello. My name is sticker on his shirt. Scribbled in sharpie it says ‘Doctor Looney.’
….Ze cheez haz zlid off heez crackah!”

Lean Bean facepalms and shakes his head.

“Now, eef you veel excoos me, I haz to go oond make ze rounds at ze mental horshpital.”

He buzzes the reception desk


Nurse hotbody walks in.

“Did you call me, doctor?”

“Vy vould I call you doctor? You are ze nurse. I am ze doctor.”

“Hee hee. Ohhh, doctor, you are so funny. And cute, too.”

Bodie, I mean, Dr. Looney walks out,Nurse hotbody on his arm, leaving Miller in the office, still shaking his head.

Jon McDaniel: Uhhhhh.....

Brian Rentfro: I have nothin....

I Did It, Now I Got the Bullseye

"Fuck All Ya'll" hits in the speakers, the arena being filled with the sound of Saliva, the boos, and some hearty cheers as Jethro limps down to the ring. Jethro is shuffling down, the obvious toll on his body from the two hellacious matches evident as he climbs up the steps and into the ring. A ring tec hands him a microphone and after adjusting his PWA World title around his waist, he brings it to his mouth.

"William Mercy destroyed..."

He waits a second.


He limps around, he likes to keep on the move.

"PWA World Title reign number four..."

He looks down as he taps on the gold facing.


Some boos, some cheers.

"I went in Sunday night, not in the Who's The Man tournament, but while not considered "The Franchise" of the PWA..."

He slaps the belt around his waist.

"I came out the fucking man!"

The cheers seem to grow in intensity, somewhat overpowering the boos.

"Mercy said I couldn't do anything, so I showed Mercy... no mercy, but that is enough about him. However, he did lift my game, he did bring out the best in me, because I was gonna be damned if some little punk was going to tell me what I could do and damn could not do."

The crowd likes this, he continues pacing.

"I went in the underdog in the "Balance of Power" match and regardless of the power that he had, he still failed."

He pulls off his mirrored sunglasses, tucking the leg in his front shirt pocket, as he sneers.

"And came out on fucking top of it all!"

He waves his hand.

"I know bragging isn't my strong suit, but its all for a purpose, so just hold on..."

He takes a big breath.

"To show you all in the back, in the crowd, in your living rooms, in the bars, on your mobile devices... that Jethro Hayes is not Out! He is not Done! He isn't someone to look Past! Many said that I was down, that I was nearing my end, that I should retire..."

He chuckles.

"And the main one said that he was going to forceably retire me this past Sunday night at Who's The Man, in our PWA World Title match..."

He pinches himself, he slaps his cheek gently, he checks the belt again, he motions to the crowd for them to make some noise.

"I'm not sure, but I think I'm in the ring. I believe myself to be on a live episode of Rampage. I am pretty sure that I'm not retired. But one thing that I am more certain of than anything else is that I am PWA World Champion and you! Viktor Stone... are not only the PWA World Champion... but were the first gone in our match... allowing myself, the man that was already in a hellacious match that night... to put yourself out of your chance to become the Championship that eludes that shoulder of your'n."

The fans can sense what is coming, but Jethro holds up a hand.

"I know that I've got to defend this belt, I'm only too glad to do so, but I want my first challenger to have earned it, and at the same time shutting his fucking mouth for good."

He turns to face the big screen.

"I know you've got a match tonight, but come on out kitty kitty kitty; meet the real beast!""

As if on cue, Viktor Stone walks through the curtains. He doesn't stop to pose or even notices the fans as he makes his way right to the ring. Stone slides under the the bottom ropes and hops up. He calls for a mic, as he is handed one he paces for a moment.

Viktor: Hayes...I will be the first to admit when I was wrong. You do still have it and that title you hold is the perfect proof of that.

Viktor stops pacing and starts to walk right towards Hayes.

Viktor: That's what makes this all that much more interesting. That is what makes this all so tempting...knowing that you are giving me a chance to change the ending of what is becoming a heart warming fairy tale. But before you even finish throwing out that challenge, I need to hear one thing. Because you could of picked anyone. You could of challenged anyone. But you choose for once in your life, Jethro...tell the truth. Why me?

Jethro smirks as he glares at Viktor Stone.

Jethro: "You think I'm giving you a shot at this belt Viktor?"

Jethro laughs, Viktor is beginning to look pissed.

Jethro: "Then let me end your little fairy tale, right this moment... I'm not giving you a shot at this PWA World Title."

Jethro touches the PWA World Title.

Jethro: "I'm giving you a chance to earn the shot Viktor. You, and all of us in the match, wondered why you were getting a shot at this belt, hell I wondered the same thing about myself... except I know my history..."

He looks at Viktor smiling.

Jethro: "And well, the next time that you get a shot at this belt, you will have earned it. The next pay per view is a few weeks away, so if you want a shot at the Championship, a shot at me... then Viktor... its very very simple."

Jethro gets right up in Viktor's face and growls.

Jethro: "Earn it."

Viktor looks right back at the new champ and without blinking an eye says the one thing that no one expected.

Stone: No...

Even Hayes himself is taken back by the response. Viktor does not back down as he raises his mic.

Stone: You know...people may say I'm crazy for saying this, but I have been to war with you twice. I have come back to a company that honestly has no one left in it. There isn't that big name that makes you jump at watching a card except for you...Anna...and like it or not, ME. you want someone to jump through hoops for you, prove themselves to you. Then you go get Cody or Mercy.

Stone pauses and looks out into the crowd before looking back at Hayes.

Stone: I may not like her but Anna was right about one thing. I allowed the past to drown me. Destroy what should of been a great PWA career. I'm not going to make that same mistake again. Like it or not, I've busted my ass since coming back and showed up night in and night out. You wanna face me at the next PPV for the title, then I have no problem with facing you one on one. But as far as me earning the right...fuck it. Because I know...and you know your options aren't as vast as you would like. So either you man up and face me or you go about your business and keep the thought over your head that in a one on one really don't know if you could beat me. It's no sweat off my shoulders either way.

Stone drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. He starts to walk up the rampway, but stops as he hears Jethro's voice from inside the ring; Jethro is smirking.

Jethro: "Stone, my options are vast, I've got the bullseye on my back, remember?"

He taps the belt.

Jethro: "But,...(he shrugs) I don't know for a fact who is better in a one on one contest, but I'll find out..."

Viktor smiles and nods.

Jethro: "If you can beat Cody Bogard for the right."

Viktor looks pissed.

Jethro: "See, he's had a run of good luck against me and well,(shrug) I also want to prove that I can beat him. If the people booking the shows..."

Jethro looks at an upper box as though grabbing their attention.

Jethro: "Will book it, and you beat him, then you get your shot. If he beats you, then he gets the shot. Its not jumping through hoops Viktor, no matter what else you may think."

Jethro motions for Viktor to wait a moment.

Jethro: "Because if you are half as good as you think you are, as you claim to be, and want to grab the tiger by the tail... then you'll have no problem beating Cody Bogard next week."

"Fuck All Ya'll" hits back up in the speakers as Viktor and Jethro stare each other down as the image fades to commercial.

Duff Côte d`Ivoire vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: Tonights Main event is scheduled for one fall and is an non title match! Introducing first, hailing fromSan Mateo, California weighing in at 210 pounds…. He is The Crisis Ace… 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.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

The opening bars to Pantera's "Revolution Is My Name" blast from the house speakers. The crowd erupts as the lights go down, and a single spotlight shows down on the top of the ramp, where Duff Côte d'Ivoire emerges from behind the simple black curtain. He's wearing his signature Aviator sunglasses, a long black trench coat, and blue jeans. He marches down to the ring to the beat of the drums and doles out high-fives to screaming fans at ringside.

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada -- standing at 6'7" and weighing in at 285 lbs – He is your PWA Intercontinental Champion…. Duff Côte d'Ivoire!!

Duff rolls into the ring and, shielding his eyes from the blinding spotlight, searches the stands for his followers from the comfort of the middle turnbuckle. He nods along with the music before jumping down from the turnbuckle, cracking his knuckles, and waiting for the bell to ring.

Ding Ding Ding!

Collar and elbow tie up to start this match off, the slightly larger Duff using the size advantage to send Bogard back into the corner. Bogard with a knee to the gut following it up with a Tornado DDT from the corner. Duff is down, Bogard using the time to pull Duff back up to his feet. Whip into the corner, following it up with a very short clothesline, but Bogard begins to pound away with forearm shots in the corner. Bogard mounts Duff in the corner, pounding away, but Duff counters with a release spinebuster busting the air right out of Bogard' lungs. Duff rolls over, dragging Bogard up to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Neither man really getting a big advantage yet.

Brian Rentfro: Duff looks so strange tonight.

Duff with a slap to the face and he follows it up with a stinging chop. The crowd obliges with a "Wooo!" before Duff pops him with another chop to the chest, then an Irish whip into the ropes. Duff bounces off the ropes Clothesline. Ducked by Bogard and both hit the ropes again. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men are down, but Duff begins to move just slightly before Bogard rolls over onto his knees and forearms. Both men up, Duff swings a right hook, Bogard ducks under. HALF-NELSON SLAM! Duff is down, Bogard in the ropes. Leg drop across Duff's throat before Bogard rolls back up to his feet, stomping away at the PWA Intercontinental Champion Duff.

Brian Rentfro: I can never say his last name.

Jon McDaniel: Cote D’Ivoire. It’s not hard, you are just an idiot.

Duff grabs the ankle, pulling Bogard down onto his rear, Duff rolls up to his knees as Bogard does the same. Right from Duff, right from Bogard. Rights fly harder and faster than homeruns in the homerun derby as neither man is willing to show weakness. Bogard falls backwards, but somehow manages to kick Duff in the gut to stop the rights from coming. Bogard rolls over to his feet and is in the ropes. Duff is right there with a lifted knee into his midsection. Bogard doubles over in pain and from the sudden lack of air in his lungs. Duff pounds away with forearms into his back before locking his own head under Bogard' armpit.

Jon McDaniel: Duff with a Northern Lights Suplex there that he holds for the pin!



Bogard rolls a shoulder up, Duff managing somehow to hold the suplex locked on as they stand. Bogard with a forward kick, sidestepped by Duff before lifting him back up, stalling Northern Lights suplex, Bogard wiggles coming back down. Bogard lifts and Duff is now in the air, his legs kicking wildly to break the hold before he comes crashing down. Duff falls back to the canvas, feet first and the hold is broken. Bogard looks at Duff, Duff looks back at Bogard.

Jon McDaniel: Collar and Elbow tieup here and here they go again.

Bogard backs Duff into the ropes, Duff uses his knee and leverage to flip Bogard backwards over the top. Bogard lands on the apron, behind Duff. Duff turns around, Bogard with a right hand, Duff falls to a kneeling position. Duff shoves a shoulder into Bogard’s midsection before dragging him through the ropes back to inside the ring. Bogard sent into the ropes, Duff waits before hitting the ropes as well.

Jon McDaniel: Lou Thesz press into effect here.

Duff pounds away at Bogard before The Crisis Ace is able to counter by rolling Duff onto his back. Bogard pounds away with fists, but Duff rolls him back over onto Bogard's back. Bogard locks on a body scissors and begins to squeeze the air right out of Duff's ribs before Duff chops him in the throat. Bogard releases the scissorhold, Duff up to his feet. Bogard with a kick to Duff's legs sends him down on one knee. Bogard with a running knee to the head before bouncing over and off the ropes a second time. Duff ducks under the second running knee lifting Bogard up into the air on his shoulders. Bogard pounds and slips off the shoulders, DDT onto the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: What a fantastic counter with the DDT!

Brian Rentfro: I hear Duff’s head is pretty thick anyways.

Bogard locks Duff's ankle up into an ankle lock, but Duff begins to wiggle towards the ropes. Bogard locks it on even more secure, but Duff kicks backwards instead connecting with Bogard's head breaking the hold Duff pulls himself up with the ropes, he is off and Bogard with a drop to one knee lifts Duff onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Bogard spins around bringing Duff's throat across his bent knee and Duff begins holding at his throat and gasping for breath.

Jon McDaniel: Fireman's carry into a throat across the knee!

Brian Rentfro: Think Tamika makes the same sound at home with Simon?

Duff is rolling around and Bogard is pressing his advantage by throwing Duff into the corner. Bogard with shoulder thrusts into Duff's midsection keep him from getting any air and keeps him gasping. Bogard with a swift kick to the left side of Duff's ribs before using his left leg to deliver a vicious kick to the other side. Duff is trying to protect everything, but is unable to protect all three. Bogard is methodically pressing his advantage as he climbs up for a monkey flip that will send Duff into center ring. Bogard falls back executing the flip, but Duff manages to catch his head and deliver a neckbreaker counter out of the monkey flip!

Jon McDaniel: Wow, just wow!

Brian Rentfro: Get up guys, you can’t win laying there!


Neither man is moving, except for breathing.


Still only breathing as the crowd is roaring their love.


Duff and Bogard blink, but it is obvious that both men are hurt here.


Scott Swindell checks both men, definitely doing his job.


Duff's right arm twitches, and Bogard looks like he is trying to roll over.


Duff rolls over, but is far from up.


Bogard doing the same.


On their knees.


Duff and Bogard up to their feet and both are bouncing off the ropes. Leap frog by Bogard Duff ducks under. Bogard spins around with a kick. Duff catches the foot, Bogard with an enzeguri. Ducked by Duff, right hand to the face staggers Bogard. Duff with a second right, Bogard is still in Duff's grasp thanks to the failed kick. Dragon Screw Legwhip sends Bogard down. Duff picks up the stunned Bogard and hurls him into the far right turnbuckle. When they stumble backwards, he catches Bogard in a half-nelson choke hold.

Jon McDaniel: Duff is choking the life out of him!

Brian Rentfro: I smell a Coat Diving Win!

Bogard has been deprived of air long enough that he cannot fight him off any more. Duff flings them back into a bridging half-nelson choke hold suplex pin.

Jon McDaniel: DRAGONFLY SUPLEX! IT’s got to be OVER!




Eric Emerson: And your winner by pinfall, your PWA Intercontinental Champion…. DUFF COTE D’IVOIRE!!!!!!!!!


Jon McDaniel: Welcome back everyone, it seems with our short card that Jacob Figgins wants to use our last bit of air time to get something off his chest!

Brian Rentfro: Scott and The Brothers of Mayhem have been quiet since Stone versus Marxx, as well.

Jacob Figgins is standing in the center of the ring. Just like in his promo, he is once more in his Apostles of Aries hoody. He stood there silent for several moments with a mic in his hand before finally raising it up to his lips.

Jacob Figgins: Simon fucking Kalis is running the show? I know you are sitting there at your desk, scheming, while enjoying yourself a steaming pile of baby brains or whatever you souless bastards like to eat. I stole your poutine again, by the way, yummy stuff. At Who's the Man!? You stood on that stage and made a lot of claims. You claimed that the apostles were no more. Did you forget, Simon, that I am still here? Did you think I forgot? Did you think I was going to sit there and wallow in misery after the tournament? Did you think that the Apostles needed a general? We don't. The Apostles have evolved, Kalis. Unlike the glorified street gang you pull out whenever you feel threatened. Riona is gone? Not a problem our spirit is strong. We have evolved past needing her.

Jacob paused for a moment.

Jacob Figgins: I guess the point I am getting to. Manitoba Mayhem is what some fans consider the Simon Kalis pay per view. You are undefeated there. Egotistical fucks like you would have a match there just to continue your streak. Well, Kalis, how about it. You. Me. Mantioba Mayhem? We have some unfinished business that started in Quebec. Let's end it in Manitoba. But be fore warned, it's not going to be as Easy-"

Before Figgins could finish the sentence, 'How Could I Just Kill a Man' by RATM hits the speakers. Out comes Meghan Nash Strader and Tamika Nash Strader, but wearing the fakest looking mustaches you have ever seen. They didn't even come close to matching their hair color.

Tamika Nash Strader: "Oooo! Are you going to do ZE PULSE?! We love Ze Pulse!"

Meghan Nash Strader: "I don't know about love, but it was fairly entertaining"

Figgins grumbled at the interruption from the cowgirls.

Figgins: "You two, not in the mood, go away"

A pout forms across the face of Tamika Nash Strader while she makes a sad face, which rates an 8.5 on the kicked puppies on the scale. Maybe Tamika Nash Strader wasn't putting full effort into it.

Tamika Nash Strader: Awwwww! Uncle Figgy is mean

Figgins: I am not your uncle

Meghan Nash Strader: That's not what V-

Figgins: Ok ok just get down to the damn ring.

Figgins sighs and leans against the ropes while the Cowgirls make their way down to the ring. Of course with that tag team match quickly approaching, Figgy was keeping an eye out for any shenanigans.

Figgins: Hello Cowgirls, and welcome to the Pulse.

Tamika Nash Strader: SAY IT WITH ZE MUSTACHE!

Figgins: I don't have ZE bloody mustache.

It seems like at the exact same moment both cowgirls ripped off their mustaches, and hand them over to Figgy. It looked like he was stuck with saying things in bad accents. Figgy takes one closer to his hair color, and sticks it on.

Figgins: Bonjour girls of cow. And welcome to Ze pulse. Now zat I 'ave you done 'ere. Let ask the big question. Now that you are set to face ZE greatest tag team in all of Ze PWA. How do you feel about losing at the how you say, Sizzling summer eh?

Tamika Nash Strader: This coming from the same team that beat and lost their titles to the Renegade Souljas? Seriously, Mark Zout and the other useless twit?

Meghan Nash Strader: Yep, the same guys that held them for a mind boggling 48 days. Did you guys even have a successful defense? The only teams that have done anything with those titles besides us are Second 2 None and the Order of Chaos. I guess at Summer Sizzler we are going to have to kick their asses all over the ring.

Figgins: Well zats like..uh, like, your opinion, madame. Like in my opinion your fazer smells of elderberries and I 'ope 'e gets molested by pig men in ze woods

The cowgirls just kind of keep that deadpan face to Figgy's words. They both point behind Figgy.

Figgins: What? Is zere somesing in my mustache? At least I can grow a mustache unlike your fazer, oui?...'e is right behind me. oui?

And stands he does. The Brothers of Mayhem have the ring surrounded armed with various weapons, John Nash Strader standing on the ramp, wielding a baseball bat, stands guard. The Cowgirls get up and step out of the ring as Scott Nash Strader stares down at Figgy. Jacob stands on his toes in mock attempt to look him in the eye.

Jon McDaniel: Things aren’t looking good for Ze Mustache!

Brian Rentfro: He should’ve had a fumanchu.

Scott and Jacob begin lipping at each other, when you can audibly hear Jacob say “Yeah well I fucked your sister.” Scott leans back and lays Figgy out on his with a cold right hand. Figgy rubs his jaw.

Jacob Figgins: Guess I want be eating her pussy toni---

Jacob doesn’t get the chance to finish the sentence before Scott cold clocks him with his right boot with a vicious football kick. Meghan is all smiles as she grabs a microphone.

Meghan Nash Strader: Jacob, last week you decided to stick your nose in business that doesn’t concern you. When people do such drastic things, drastic measures must be taken. Like this.

Meghan calls out to one of the bikers around the ring and the man hands her a Driver. Meghan lines up for a golf shot, raises her club back and goes to swing but A Perfect Circle hits the P.A. and out rushes Hunter Sullivan.

Brian Rentfro: I like him, but he’s not the smartest guy running into that situation.

Jon McDaniel: It’s called loyalty and friendship, jackass.

Hunter doesn’t make it very far as John catches him in the gut with a swing Joe Carter would be proud of. Hunter doubles over and lays out on the ramp. John puts his foot on the Newfoundlander’s chest and points the ball bat at his chin.

Meghan Nash Strader: Aww how cute Hunter. You wanted to help your friend. This time, you are both shit out of luck.

Meghan drops the microphone and gives the nod to John and the bikers as they begin to circle beat Hunter Sullivan. Meanwhile, Meghan tells Scott to hold up Figgy. Meghan and Tamika take turns wailing on his abdomen as Figgy is falling in out of consciousness. No security is coming. And they won’t. The crowd cheers harder with every kick and punch the girls lay on Figgins and the beating Hunter is getting.

Jon McDaniel: Listen to the crowd, they are loving this!

Brian Rentfro: Stop cheering people!

Meghan whistles loudly and the beatings stop. Meghan motions for them to bring Hunter to the ring. John picks up his fellow countryman and slides him under the ropes. Scott drags Hunter and drops him beside the fallen Figgy. Meghan crouches down at their heads and speaks to them and the crowd with her mic.

Meghan Nash Strader: War is upon you Hunter and Jacob. In our war, there are no rules, no sacrifices to great. In our war, the only ending will be your careers. Figgins, this didn’t have to involve you, but you stuck your nose in our business for the last time. I don’t care how hard you can make my Aunt cum, Jacob, I’m going to fuck you up, just like I have been fucking up Hunter for the past month and half. God forgives boys…

Meghan drops the microphone as the crowd finishes her catchphrase.

Crowd: I DON’T!

“How Could I Just Kill a Man” hits the sound system as the camera fades away on the carnage that is Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins to the PWA logo.