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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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06-16-2013


Bodie vs May Havok

Singles Match


Jon McDaniel: Next up we have the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion May Havoc in a non-title match against Bodie Vera Cruz.

Brian Rentfro: Don’t you mean Bulk Bulgin?

Jon McDaniel: At any rate, Eric Emerson is in the ring so let’s go to the ring now.

As the arena lights fade down, the bass and guitar intro of '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.

Eric Emerson: INTRODUCING FIRST…COMING TO THE RING …….

A minute glance from left to right before beginning her saunter down to the ring.

SHE WEIGHS IN AT 150 POUNDS…..

She of course, forgoes the steps in favor of reaching up to use the middle rope to pull herself up onto the apron.

SHE HAILS FROM BANGKOK, THAILAND…..

SHE IS THE PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION…..THIS…..IS…..

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.

MAAAAAYYYYY HAAAAAAVOOOOOC!!!!

Jon McDaniel: The Grizzly Beer Champion out first tonight to a raucous reception. She is a definite hit with the fans.

The arena lights go dark…..

Jon McDaniel: Well, here we go……

Brian Rentfro: I can’t wait to see what this guy does next.

“Voodoo Chile”(Sitar Cover Version) begins to play as a bevy of beautiful female Indian dancers come out and line the entrance way to the ring. Out through the entrance way comes Bodie Vera Cruz. He is not dressed in the yellow and red of Bulk Bulgin as teased by his prematch promos. Instead he is dressed in black and white tie dye tights with black and white boots. He’s wearing a black do-rag and chep white framed sunglasses. He’s wearing a black t-shirt cut up both sides. On the shirt is his picture and the words: BOLLYWOOD BULK BULGIN. The white weightlifting belt around his waist is emblazoned with the word BOLLYWOOD in black across the back of it.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell is this?

Brian Rentfro: Oh my God.

Both announcers can no longer hold in their laughter.

Jon McDaniel: Oh God…….let’s just go back to Eric Emerson.

Eric Emerson: NOW ENTERING THE RING….HE STANDS 6 FOOT 5 INCHES TALL…HE WEIGHS 255 POUNDS…HE IS ORIGINALLY FROM MUSCLE BEACH, CALIFORNIA, BUT NOW RESIDES IN MAHARASHTRA BEACH, INDIA…HE IS THE ONE….THE ONLY…THE INCREDIBLE BOLLYWOOD BULK BUUUUUULLLLGGGGIIINNN!

Brian Rentfro: How could Emerson keep a straight face through the whole thing.

Jon McDaniel: He’s a true…..pro.

Bulk begins flexing wildly and the crowd reacts just as wildly.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t believe these fans are actually cheering this guy almost as loudly as May Havoc.

Brian Rentfro: And look at the Grizzly Beer Champion. She’s trying to keep a straight face. But, c’mon McDaniel. Why wouldn’t the US fans love him as much as the Indian fans? I mean, how could 1.241 billion people be wrong?

DING DING DING

May and Bulk circle each other, then lock up. Bulgin grabs a headlock. May backs him into the ropes and fires him across the ring. Bulgin mows her down with a shoulder block. May gets back to her feet quickly and they lock up again. Bulgin backs Havoc into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Referee Scott Swindell calls for a clean break and he gets it.

Bulgin backs away then comes back in quickly for a corner clothesline on May. He then whips May across the ring to the opposite corner and follows her in with a clothesline. May slumps into the corner as Bulgin celebrates. He walks over to May and is met with an open hand strike to the jaw, followed up by kicks to the sides of the knees. May goes for a kick, but Bulgin grabs her foot. May hits an enzuigiri that floors Bulgin. May climbs the ropes and hits a corskscrew senton for a near fall. She then hits a kneestomp. She pulls him to his feet and whips him into the corner. She hits a picture perfect corner splash. As Bulgin staggers out of the corner, May comes up behind and hits a cobra clutch bulldog. She drags Bulgin over to the ropes and lays him chest first across the middle rope.

Jon McDaniel: We know what’s comin up!!

Brian Rentfro: And so do these fans. They’re on their feet!

May runs the ropes and hits the LOOSE THE DOGS!

Bulk Bulgin falls to his back in the middle of the ring. May raises her arm and begins to psych herself up

Brian Rentfro: You hear that, McDaniel?

Jon McDaniel: Hear what?

Brian Rentfro: The Dogs, McDaniel! The Dogs of War!
May springboards off the ropes and, with pinpoint precision, nails Bulgin with the 630 splash.

Jon McDaniel: DOGS OF WAR! COVER!
1…
2…
NOOOOO KICKOUT AT 2 AND 31/32!!!

Bulgin pops up to his knees, and begins to shake and pump himself up.

Brian Rentfro: HE’S BULKIN UP, MCDANIEL!

Jon McDaniel: WHAT?

May kicks and punches Bulgin, but they have no effect and Bulgin gets to his feet and begins to stomp around the ring. They noise from the crowd is near deafening as Bulgin is pumping himself up. May hits Bulgin in the back opne last time. Bulgin turns and points a finger in her face . As if on cue, The Bulkster and the crowd yell “YOU!” in unison. May goes for a punch, but Bulgin blocks it, and fires a right hand to May’s head, then two more. Bulgin then picks May up and bodyslams her. The crowd is going ballistic as The Bulkster cups his ear to the capacity crowd and begins to pose. He then hits the rope and leaps into the air for a huge legdrop…..

That crashes down on May’s chest.
Jon McDaniel: WHAT A THUNDEROUS LEGDROP BY BULK BULGIN, I MEAN BODIE VERA CRUZ, I MEAN
Brian Rentfro: IT’S BULKAMANIA, MCDANIEL! IT’S RUNNING WILD!!!
The Bulkster hooks May’s leg and head.
Jon McDaniel: COVER!
1…
2….
3!!!!!

The crowd goes ballistic as The Bulkster gets to his feet and begins trotting around the ring his arms raised in victory. He stops in the middle of the ring and begins to flex and pose wildly as May Havoc rolls out of the ring and walks to the dressing room.

Jon McDaniel: THIS PLACE IS ABSOLUTELY ELECTRIC! FIRST A WIN OVER ANNA MATHEWS, NOW A WIN OVER MAY HAVOC! BODIE, I MEAN THE BULKSTER IS ON A MAJOR ROLL.

Brian Rentfro: YOU GOT THAT RIGHT BROTHER! I CAN’T HELP IT BROTHER! I’M A BULKAMANIAC, BROTHER!

Rentfro jumps up from his seat and begins to pose and flex wildly.

Brian Rentfro: BROTHER, BROTHER, BROTHER, BROTHER, BROOOTTTTTHHHHHEEEER!

Jon McDaniel: PLEASE DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!

Kalis' Office


We cut to the mundane, usual, but recently new office of Simon Kalis. We see the black Cyclops with a monocle over his one eye as he looks oddly business like, scribbling down on the various papers in front of him. A knock echoes through the room, breaking Simon's attention to his work.

Simon Kalis: "Hmm, come in."

With that the camera pans out to show none other than Hunter Sullivan walk into the room, slowly making his way in front of Simon. The tension is palpitating as the former wrestler takes out his monocle and folds his arms over his desk.

Simon: "What do you want?"

Hunter smirks as he grabs the chair on the opposite side of the desk, hauling it out and sitting there, glaring Kalis in the eyes with a terribly arrogant smirk.

Simon: "Did you just come here to stare at me or did you have something else to waste my time with?"

Kalis grows irritated as Hunter remains silent, tapping his fingers on his desk. borderline gawking, Sullivan's poachable smugness oozes out of his expression.

Simon: "Alright, SECUR-"

Hunter: "How much do you love your wife?"

Kalis stops mid sentences and with the most insulted gesture he could muster, spitting back.

Simon: "Excuse me?"

Sullivan leans back in his chair and folds his arms up over his head, locking them together and relaxing.

Hunter: "I was only curious. Tamika, is she the love of your life?"

Simon frows his brow, aware that this conversation is going south, but he holds his composure, not letting himself be bested.

Simon:" Absolutely, jealous?"

Sullivan laughs obnoxiously in Kalis' face.

Hunter: "Jealous? I've had ring rats that were more attractive then that stupid bitch."

Kalis smiles, hiding the unprofessional rage building up in his chest.

Simon:" You're a smart man Hunter, I think you best use that intelligence and leave my office right now while you still got the option of walking."

Sullivan moves words around in his mouth, half smiling as he does.

Hunter: "Does it ever bother you when I go out of my way to cave her pretty little face in? Like, she's a wrestler, perhaps you've come to terms with the fact that men often have their hands all over her? Right?"

Simon: "Don't push me."

Hunter: "I've always been a little curious Simon. What are you going to do exactly when I'm in the middle of that ring, bashing her pretty little face into the mat like the bottom dollar hooker she is? Are you going to hobble out and take up arms against me and Jacob? or are you going to sit back here like a pathetic little bitch."

Simon Kalis: "Hunter, you say on-"

Hunter: "You're such a pussy. Here in this room, sprawling shit over paper, scheming some little scheme you have. But y'know what? That's fine. At least I know that when I grab your precious little wife around the throat-"

Simon bursts to his feet and slams his fist down on the desk.

Simon: "Leave, right, now."

Sullivan stands up and throws his hands up in submission.

Hunter: "Y'know what, you're right. I'll leave. You see, I hear Tamika will be arriving soon, and I'd just hate if I wasn't there to greet he-."

SMACK! Kalis throws a wild haymaker, causing Sullivan to flail, wounded, to the left. That's all it takes though as the Viper soars over the desk, tackling the former world champion to the floor! Wild fists and vicious insults fling towards each other as Security suddenly thrust themselves into the room, grasping Hunter, and pressing him against the wall, even holding Simon back, keeping him off the GoD member.

Hunter: "Hahah, Oh Simon, so predictable."

The Viper smiles as his lip swells up and blood reddens his teeth. Simon pushes the man handling security off of him and fixes his tie.

Kalis: "Get this Newfie Fuck out of my office, you don't have to be gentle about it."

With that, one of the security officers takes it upon himself to grab the wrestler, and direct him to the door, following him with a beat stick in hand if needed. Shoving him Hunter acts oddly obedient, smiling abroad.

Hunter: "See you later, BBG."

A Backstage Interview


The ADCtron lights up and the crowd instantly erupts in cheers as Scott Nash Strader is seen walking through the hallways of the arena. He seems to be in a chipper mood, as he whistles Civil War by Guns & Roses. His face lights up with a smile as he sees his old time friend and favourite interviewer since his early days within the AOWF, Lean Bean Miller.

SNS: Bean, my man!

LBM: Well if it isn’t Scott Nash! How are you?

SNS: Not bad, not bad. Here to accept a challenge of sorts, and who better then voice it through the PWA’s best interviewer?

Lean Bean does a bashful glance but immediately changes.

SNS: Yeah, have you seen Bob Adams around?

The crowd erupts in laughter and Lean Bean realizes he’s just playing.

LBM: No I haven’t seen Bob, will I do?

The men share a laugh. Scott gives him a nod and begins an impromptu interview.

LBM: Well Scott, your return was as normal as any moment in your career, but you also made a point of sitting on the ramp during his match last week; why?

SNS: I’m an interesting guy, Bean. What can I say? I’m running fashionably late. But seriously Bean, I did it to prove he is a bitch. He sat out London’s Burning because of who was in that match. The Virus and me. He let the opportunity to over work a ‘old’ man and a man so lost in his delusions he couldn’t tell you who he fucked let alone killed over the past couple years. Really though Bean, it was a smart move. One man is walking the line of sanity and the other with nothing to left to prove. Those are dangerous odds.

But you be a man, and you fight. But he didn’t Bean, he just plain old didn’t.

LBM: That still doesn’t answer why you sat out on his match and decided its outcome, Scott.

SNS: Well the answer lies within, but you are right I’ll spit it out for the thick skulled like Viktor Stone. I did it to show not only did he disrespect the PWA and her top title, but The Virus and me, Scott Nash Strader as well. I thought he deserved a showing of disrespect… a more direct showing that is. Plus I handed Marxx my torch, and what did he do? Pissed all over it by fading away.

LBM: So you are aware he has made a challenge to you for Summer Sizzler?

Scott’s eye go wide in shock but then he starts to laugh.

SNS: Yeah, Cage match wasn’t it?

LBM: Yes, exactly that.

SNS: Hmmm…

Scott looks upwards his eyes squinted in thought as he strokes his chin with thumb and forefinger. He looks Lean Bean in the eye then into the camera lens.

SNS:YEAAAAHHHHHHHH!

The crowd erupts in cheers and the Strader sneer is ever present.

SNS: Lately a lot of little bitches have been running their mouths and calling me and my daughters’ cowards. I don’t like being called what I am not. Sometimes I just like to have a little fun and remind people that I’m not someone to be fucked with. I also have never backed out of a fight, and I’m not about to now. So yes Lean Bean Miller I will be at Summer Sizzler to meet the so called ‘Beast’ in a big scary steel cage.

He looks into the camera, but at one man: Viktor Stone.

SNS: Viktor… talk to Bronx… Talk to Eli… Talk to Frost… and they will be able to tell you that challenging me is a stupid idea. See you At Sizzler…

And maybe before that.

Scott smiles and walks off down the hallway leaving Lean Bean Miller pretty pleased he finally interviewed someone half normal. Well Scott is a crazy he knows well anyways. Bud Adams stands looking right pissed off.

Bud Adams: My name is Bud, damnit!

Akemi Hayashi vs Scottie Snow

Singles Match


Much to the displeasure of the fans, they learned that the fan favorite Dagger fell to the wayside much like the name. While Scotty Snow stood in the ring waiting for his opponent, Akemi rushed in from the crowd wearing a white porcelain mask with red markings. The mask didn't last long enough to tell what the markings were when Akemi headbutted Scotty Snow from behind and made the mask shatter. The ceramic shrapnel caused a small cut upon her face making a nice little trickle of blood along her cheek.

The bell rings to start the match as the ref tries to kick away any shards left in the ring. The match starts of with Akemi taking a hold of one of his arms and using it to manipulate him around the ring. Every once and a while she aimed a kick square in the back of snow. She seemed to be showing a more calculating side as opposed to the spastic high flyer the fans loved months ago. Scottie Snow did spring back for an attack, getting Akemi ready for an electric chair drop. But Akemi used leverage to turn that into an assisted figure 4 leg choke.

Throughout the match, Akemi was quick to shut down any offense from Snow and continued to drill on that back.Before she finally decides to end the match with the Shattering Snowflake, and followed it with the Timeless Winter. Scottie was passed out and even after the bell rang, Akemi kept the hold locked in. After what seemed like several minutes she finally let go

Winner : Akemi Hayashi 4:14

Figgy-Strader


We open to the scene of Hunter Sullivan being escorted out by one of the event staff. Once it seemed like they were a considerable distance away from the office of Simon Kalis, the staffer tosses off his hat and takes off that stupid bright yellow vest some of them have to wear. And finally peeling off a false, thin, black mustache. It was Jacob Figgins.

Hunter Sullivan: Ok that’s the first part of the plan. Why did we do that exactly?

Jacob smirks and reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looked to be a brand new smartphone. Apparently he swiped the phone while separating the Viper and Simon Kalis.

Jacob Figgins: We’re going to see what Scott Nash Strader is up to.

Hunter chuckled.

Hunter Sullivan: You sneaky bastard

Jacob waves Hunter off

Jacob Figgins: Shush, I’m texting

Glance into the COMMERCIAL.

Meghan Nash Strader vs Duff Côte d`Ivoire

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is a non title match with one fall to win! Introducing first…

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… this is 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.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

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

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing to you next…


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

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


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

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


Meghan stops and waves at the crowd as she shifts her hips to the right side. She makes her way down to ringside but without Tamika Nash Strader, proving a point to Duff.

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

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

Meghan smacks the hands of a few fans.

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

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

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

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

DING DING DING

Jon McDaniel: We are set for one heck of a match here tonight Brian. And no Tamika at ringside!

Brian Rentfro: Seems to be no love loss between these two; so here’s hoping he got my text and will make her boob pop out.

Jon McDaniel: Really? You texted Duff?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, she’s got great boobs.

Collar and elbow tie up, Duff with a side headlock, Meghan with a quick sidewalk slam to counter. Meghan hooks the leg.

1

Duff kicks out easily enough.

Jon McDaniel: Meghan going for a quick cover there.

Brian Rentfro: Still lots of time Jon.

Meghan pulls Duff back to his feet, knife edge chop, boot to the midsection, swinging neck breaker and Duff is sent back down to the canvas. Meghan with a leg drop across the back of his neck before getting back to a vertical base. Meghan grabs the wrist of Duff, Irish whip into the corner; Duff reverses. Duff follows in quickly with a clothesline that nearly topples Meghan over the corner and to the outside. Meghan with a right hand, but Duff ducks under the blow, arm bar down to the canvas, but Meghan is in the ropes quickly and the hold is broken. Duff releases it immediately in favor of a stomp to the back of Meghan's skull. The referee quickly begins the mandatory five count and Duff pays no attention to the man counting. However when he reaches four, Duff stops the stomping bending down to pull Meghan back up. Meghan is on her knees in front of Duff, right hand from Duff sends Meghan's head backwards, Duff with a smile on his face.

Jon McDaniel: Duff trying to prove Meghan wrong.

Brian Rentfro: Do you think he wants to prove her right? Sheesh.

Duff hooks Meghan's head under his arm, grabs the tights and lifts her into the air for a vertical suplex. Duff is holding her there when Meghan begins to turn in her grasp, falls behind Duff, inverted DDT on the canvas. Meghan with a quick cover.

1

2

Kickout!

Meghan up quickly, wanting to keep on the attack here, she pulls Duff up a bit. Behind him quickly locking in a cobra clutch, paying special attention to the lower back of Duff, Meghan jumps up, sitting down driving Duff face first into the canvas with a cobra clutch bulldog. However, Meghan isn't through yet as she is off of Duff bringing down a boot onto the back of Duff's head. The referee is there to prevent Meghan from going ballistic like Duff did only moments before. As Meghan is pulling Duff back up to his feet, Duff throws a right hand into Meghan's midsection halting the Cowgirl. Duff with another quick jab, and a third. Meghan releases the hold on Duff's head as Duff takes her down with a Lou Thesz press. Duff is throwing right fists into Meghan's face, but for her part, Meghan rolls to the right sending Duff on his back. Meghan with a few closed fists of her own here but Duff quickly rolls her over and the two are in the ropes, but they are still throwing punches like a drunken Irishman and his wife.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe it was a bit more personal then they let on this week, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Or may, just maybe, Duff’s trying to help a brother out and is gonna cause her boob to fall out of her top again.

Duff up, but falls back down quickly with a knee to the ribs of Meghan, making her gasp for air. Duff pulls his opponent up, Irish whip into the ropes, Meghan returns, elevated spine buster which causes Meghan's shoulders to absorb much of the impact. Duff hooks the leg and makes the cover.

1

2

3!NO!Kickout!

Meghan kicks out with some authority, but her body is paying for it. Duff throws her into the corner, shoulder tackle bends Meghan over at the waist. Duff lifts her up to the top turnbuckle and it looks like Duff is going for a top rope suplex. Duff lifts Meghan up in an electric chair position, Meghan being on his shoulders, then takes hold of Meghan and pulls her over his shoulder and down to the mat while falling to a sit out position so that Meghan lands on her upper back and neck between Duff's legs; the referee is there to count another pin.

1

2

Kickout!

Somehow Meghan rolls up her shoulders up.

Jon McDaniel: It feels like the next fall could be the last one!

Brian Rentfro: That one could be too, who knows, maybe it will be a TKO. Ever think of that, Jon?

Duff gets up, pulling Meghan along with him as the crowd is really getting into this match. Duff with a forearm shot to the back of Meghan's neck, Meghan with a right jab to Duff's ribs. The hold on her head is loosened, a second jab this one to the midsection and the hold is dropped. A short arm clothesline nearly topples Duff over, but Meghan catches him quickly, boot to the midsection, front face lock, Meghan falls to a knee driving Duff's face onto the upturned knee with a front face lock DDT. She throws Duff to the side before climbing up top; looking down she sizes up Duff and jumps landing a frog splash across Duff. She makes a quick cover.

1

2

Kickout!

Duff rolls a shoulder up and the match continues. Duff is pulled back to his feet, surprise shoulder block sends Meghan doubling over, Duff charges at Meghan from the short distance. Duff doubles Meghan over, placing her head between his thighs, and then locks on a standing butterfly hold. Duff then lifts Meghan up eventually delivering his desperation move, but this is more of a point, then desperation.

Brian Rentfro: Master of Puppets ’13! Oh God. Her neck looked like it bent.

Jon McDaniel: And he didn’t do that out of desperation, he did it to prove a point!

1

2

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

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

Name your Segments Please


The crowd erupts as Meghan Nash Strader appears on the ADCtron walking the hallways backstage. She turns a corner and a smile indicates she has found what she is looking for.

Jon McDaniel: I wonder who Meghan is searching for?

Brian Rentfro: Hunter or Jacob probably.

Jon McDaniel: No, I don’t see that much hate in her eyes.

Jon is right as the dressing room door says Jethro Hayes. A number of boos, but a surprising amount of cheers for the World Champion. Meghan knocks a few times but gets no answer. A stage hand walks by and sees Meghan.

Stage Hand: Ms. Strader, Mr. Hayes isn’t in his dressing room. I just saw him leave five minutes ago.

Meghan Nash Strader: Thank you. What’s your name?

Stage Hand: Melissa…

Meghan Nash Strader: Melissa can I borrow a piece of paper and your clipboard?

The stage hand gives her the clipboard and the Violent Cowgirl gives her a sweet smile. She quickly scribbles down a note as we notice she is chewing on a piece of gum. She takes the note and hands the stage hand back her clipboard.

Meghan Nash Strader: Thank you so much Melissa, I’ll be sure to let Mr. Kalis know what a great job you are doing.

The stage hand blushes and quickly walks off. Meghan smiles, and then turns her attention to the dressing room door. She takes her gum sticking to the door and slaps the note on it. She makes sure it is even and flat with her hand. Once she is satisfied she smiles and walks away.

Meghan Nash Strader: How will you respond to this Jethro…

The camera pans over and the note is visible on the ADCtron.

‘Heya Jethro,
I was just curious as to why you think Viktor Stone and Cody Bogard deserves a shot over me when I’ve beaten 2 out of 3? One of them being you the World Champion, Jethro. For your sake, I hope I like your answer. God forgives. I don’t.

Love MNS <3’

Jon McDaniel: Actually Brian, she asks a very valid question.

Brian Rnetfro: I didn’t even say anything!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, you are right, but you would’ve been a douche about it and mention something about the time you saw her breasts.

Brian Rentfro: That wasn’t just any day! That was May 12th 2013 to be precise.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my, Brian. Oh my.

Anna Mathews vs Hunter Sullivan

Singles Match


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

"The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only with a count out, Disqualification, a three count, or Submission. Entering first from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN"

The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

Eric Emerson: And introducing, from just left of Parts Unknown, standing at 5'5" and weighing in at 120 lbs, she is... Anna... MATTHEWS!

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. Emerson exits the ring and Dwayne Cross calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Jon McDaniel: Anna Matthews is one of the most interesting characters here in the PWA. She claims to be a Master of Time and Space, this is the first time we've seen her in action since losing the World Heavyweight title to Jethro Hayes at Who's the Man!?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, she's an odd one, but that just makes her even more attractive! Imagine how she must be in bed? And with Meghan Nash Strader, no less! I hope they recorded a little home movie before they hit Splitsville, Jonny! Ooh, that would be a great title!

Jon McDaniel: Now, now, killer. This is a family program.

The match starts with your standard collar-and-elbow tie-up. Sullivan gets the upper hand thanks to his height advantage, but Matthews is easily able to fight out of it with a series of forearms to the back. Once he's been weakened, Matthews lifts Sullivan and drops him on his neck with a back suplex. She kips up and, seamlessly, attempts a standing corkscrew senton, but Sullivan rolls out of the way in time for her to crash down on the mat. She grabs her back in pain.

Jon McDaniel: Anna Matthews trying to wrap things up quickly tonight against Hunter Sullivan, and understandably so. He's one half of one of the most intimidating tag teams in the PWA, the Generation of Destruction.

Brian Rentfro: Are you kidding me? G.o.D are the PWA's equivalent of the goth kids who hang out behind the school dumpster and smoke cigarettes. The only thing they need is a theme song change. I'm thinking... "Friday I'm in Love" by the Cure.

Sullivan is quick to turn the tide on Matthews, dropping a knee onto her back and following it up with a Bow and Arrow lock. Matthews groans in agony, but refuses to quit when referee Cross asks if she wants to submit. She strikes at Sullivan's face a few times, finally freeing herself from the hold. Sullivan is up to his knees, but holds his aching face for a second too long, giving the Queen of Dodos enough time to land a sickening Bakatare Sliding Kick. Sullivan snaps back onto the mat, and Matthews floats over for the cover.

1...

2...

Jon McDaniel: Kick out! Sullivan will not be put away this early.

Brian Rentfro: Let me tell you something, Hunter Sullivan is one very stupid dude. If you have someone like Anna Matthews -- you know, someone who's totally hot, but absolutely nuts -- lying on top of you, trying to keep you down, you let her do her thing. It can only end well.

Jon McDaniel: Again, Brian, family show. Family. Show. Family show.

Matthews lifts Sullivan by his hair and attempts a Heart Kick. Sullivan with the block, and Matthews goes for the enziguri, but Sullivan ducks. Matthews attempts a REVERSE enziguri, and Sullivan ducks again! Sullivan steps in close and trips Matthews with a single-leg takedown, followed up by a single-leg Boston crab. Matthews reaches for the ropes, but they're too far away.

Jon McDaniel: Sullivan is insistent on going back to these submission holds. He's doing everything possible to wear Anna down, and make the Master of Time and Space submit. Not surprising for someone with as many accolades as Sullivan has; he's won a bunch of titles in his career here with the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: I'd like to wear Anna down....

Jon McDaniel: Will you focus on the match, Brian! You can write the Penthouse forum later!

Anna starts to claw at the mat, moving closer and closer to the ropes until she finally reaches them. Referee Cross starts the count, and Sullivan breaks the hold. Anna gets up to one knee and Sullivan stomps down on her fingers. Anna yowls in pain, and shakes her hand in pain. Hunter with a kick to the side. Hunter picks her up and whips her into the ropes. Anna bounces back and Sullivan goes for a powerslam, only to have Anna reverse it and slam his head into the mat with a huge swinging DDT! The crowd goes berserk for the show they're being treated to, and trade off chants of "LET'S GO, ANNA!" and "LET'S GO, HUN-TER!"

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is certainly getting their money's worth tonight! A great match from two of the best competitors in the PWA, a true show of technical prowess, and...

Brian Rentfro: Blah, blah, blah. I hope Anna's boobs fall out, that would make me feel like I got my money's worth!

Jon McDaniel: You're sitting here for free, and all you can think about is wanting to be in a strip club!?

Brian Rentfro: Isn't that what every man in the world wants right now?

Jon McDaniel: You're depraved....

Back to the action. Or inaction. Hunter and Anna are still down in the middle of the ring and referee Cross begins the count. Hunter is up to his knees first, and grabs the middle rope; Anna is close behind. They stagger into the middle of the ring and begin to trade punches back and forth. The crowd responds with the appropriate "oohs," and "ahhs." Eventually, Hunter gets the upper hand and starts to throw some heavy elbows to Anna's face. He backs her into the corner and falls back. He runs at her and attempts to spear her in the corner, but Anna jumps up and Hunter slams into the ring post. She sits on his back, and executes a pretty sunset flip. Pin!

1...

2...

2 3/4!!!

Jon McDaniel: Hunter reverses it! Pin!

1...

2...

Anna reverses!

1...

2...

Kick out! They untangle from one another and, fluidly, roll out into standing fighting positions. The fans continue to go wild over this display of athleticism.

Jon McDaniels: Neither of these wrestlers will back down! This match is shaping up to be a real show-stealer!

Brian Rentfro: Anything involving beautiful women bouncing around the ring is a show-stealer in my opinion. It would only be better if it was a grudge match with one of... no, both! Both of the Cowgirls from Hell should replace Sullivan in this match. Of course, I guess we'd need to find a partner for Anna, as we don't want her to feel neglected, but... honestly, I don't care. I only want a match where there isn't a trace of sausage involved, anywhere, unless it's mine.

Jon McDaniels: Maybe we should just cut your microphone.

Collar-and-elbow tie-up again, and this time, Anna gets the upper hand. This time, Sullivan backs her into the ropes, and whips her across the ring. He takes a deep breath, but he gets the air knocked out of him by Anna's handspring back elbow!

... But Sullivan catches her and slams her down with an atomic drop! Matthews starts to lurch forward and grab at her back, but Sullivan spins her around and scoops her up to execute the BackBlitz. Matthews is writhing on the ground and The Viper smells blood. He grabs Anna's legs and wraps them into a number '4', turning her onto her belly and locking in the Texas Cloverleaf! Anna grabs for the ropes. She begins to crawl over, fueled by the crowd's cheers. She reaches the ropes, and Hunter is forced to break the hold!

Jon McDaniel: She will not be denied!

Brian Rentfro: You say that, like, once every episode.

Hunter is in disbelief that Anna could break the hold, and drags her to the corner. He punches her a couple of times just to keep her down.

Jon McDaniel: I don't like where this is going.

Brian Rentfro: For once, we agree on something. Stop that madman! He's going to mess up her pretty- well, I guess her face really doesn't matter as long as the rest of her functions properly. Mmmm.

Hunter strolls across the ring, obviously worn out, but not entirely spent yet. He charges into the corner and absolutely levels Anna with the VIPER SNAP! Blood starts to pour from her nostrils and he pins her limp body. Dwayne Cross goes down to make the count.

1...

2...

2 15/16!!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: ANNA KICKS OUT! ANNA KICKS OUT! HOLY GOD, ANNA KICKS OUT OF THE VIPER SNAP! What a warrior!!!

Brian Rentfro: Aw, we're going to need to get the ring-mop out again.

The Viper is at a loss. He is absolutely beside himself. He pleads with Dwayne Cross that, please, it must be three! There's no way it couldn't be! But referee Cross insists that it was two. Sullivan is visibly frustrated and slams his fists on the mat before dragging himself to his feet. He pulls Anna up to her feet, her face is absolutely covered in blood. He goes to kick her, but she catches him with a dragon whip! Both competitors are down on the mat. Anna is stirring, she pulls herself up and climbs to the top rope. Sullivan is basically dead to the world. She launches herself off of the top rope with the Abortion of Giygas, but Sullivan rolls out of the way! Matthews is able to catch herself in mid-move and land on her feet, but it's too late. Sullivan kicks her in the stomach, and she spits blood all over the mat and Sullivan. He lifts her up into a pile-driver, arranges her legs into a Cloverleaf, and drops her with the...

Jon McDaniel: SHATTERING MADUSAAAAAAA!

The crowd counts with the ref!

1...

2...

3!!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner, "THE VIPER" HUNTERRRRRRR SULLIVAAAAAAAAAN!!!

The crowd is roaring with approval at what they've just witnessed, and we cut to commercial with the referee and trainers attending to both competitors.

JNS?


Sns and JNS are seen in the loading dock of the arena for some odd reason. Both looking over their shoulders and all around, as if looking for someone they were supposed to meet up with. But there was no one else around, that was until the buzzing of a phone's vibrate setting goes off. Scott pulls his phone from his pocket to view the text message he received.

SNS: Simon says it's in the third truck down, it's open.

JNS: What is it?

SNS: You know Simon and his surprises, maybe it's a father's day gift.

JNS: For his father in law?

SNS: It's possible

Both men converse idly while they walk along the loading dock and turn right to enter the container of the third truck. Out from behind some pallets Jacob Figgins and Hunter Sullivan emerge to run up and shut the truck container. Once it is locked both members of G.O.D dust off their hands knowing they eliminated any extra numbers.

Jacob Figgins: Man, bikers are stupid

Hunter Sullivan: Where is that truck going anyway?

Jacob Figgins: Chicago, then a train to new york. Finally it gets shipped to hong kong to start the cycle all over again

Hunter stares at Figgy questioningly wondering how he knew all that information. And also shakes his head wondering if Figgy was actually attempting to send them to Hong Kong.

Jacob Figgins: What? I gave them red bull and doritos. They'll be fine. Can I get that puppy now?

Hunter facepalms and we fade to black

Viktor Stone vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is for the Number One Contendership to the PWA World Heavyweight Title...

Eric takes a breath.

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.

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.

Jon McDaniel: Both look ready for this match and the prize on the line.

Brian Rentfro: Viktor may be at a disadvantage, especially since Scott...

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 to the ring, nods at both men, then heads to the announce table where he promptly puts on a headset.

Jon McDaniel: A pleasure to have you here Jethro, quite the surprise as well.

Jethro Hayes: Thanks Jon, I want to get a good look at what these two can do and see if they are up to the challenge.

Brian Rentfro: And to distract them, get involved, etc... right?

Jethro Hayes: No Brian, I'm here to observe the match.

Ding Ding

Cody and Viktor circle each othis inside the ring, both looking for an advantage. Viktor dives in with a single leg takedown, Cody doesn't go down, instead Viktor is left holding his left foot. Cody with an inzeguri, Viktor lowers his head sending Cody down to the canvas with a short arm clothesline. Cody rolls over as Viktor drops an elbow.

Jon McDaniel: Cody showing his quickness here.

Brian Rentfro: But Viktor is going to show his superiority.

Jethro Hayes: Both men are good athletes, but neither have really shown their potential here in the PWA.

Cody kips up to his feet, grabbing for Viktor's head, side headlock. Viktor with an elbow into the left side of his ribs. Viktor with another and the side headlock loosens. Viktor with a third sending Cody into the ropes. Cody with a springboard backfist catching Viktor in the forehead. Viktor falls back from the impact, but instead of going down charges at Cody who spins around sweeping Viktor's legs out from under him. Viktor jumps up just in time to avoid the sweep, coming down with his left elbow catching Cody right in the chest. Viktor quickly pulls him back up to his feet, slamming forearms into his chest, following it up with a series of knife edge chops that redden the chest of "The Main Event". Viktor backs Cody in the corner, Viktor whips him to the other side, Cody reverses mid-ring Viktor sent into the corner. Cody following in with a running splash, but Viktor springs from the middle turnbuckle to flip back over Cody. Bogard slams chest first into the corner, Viktor with a standing dropkick sends him back into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Viktor and Cody with some great back and forth action here.

Brian Rentfro: Both have experience, but Viktor has crazy on his side.

Jethro Hayes: I wouldn't say crazy, but both with something major on the line in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Like your World Title?

Jethro Hayes: That and Viktor has eyes only for Scott right now, but that distraction may be enough for Cody to earn the shot.

Viktor jumps to mount Cody from behind, rights, lefts, elbows, and forearms pound away at the back and head of Cody in the corner. Viktor finishes it off with a headbutt as he jumps down from the mounted position.. Viktor sets up with a rear waistlock, he goes for a dead lift German suplex, Cody reverses into one of his own. Viktor is now in a rear waistlock, Cody lifts for a German suplex, changing at the last second for an atomic drop. The move connects, sending Viktor into the corner chest first this time. Cody with a dropkick sending Viktor's face into the top turnbuckle. Cody jumps to the middle rope, springboard tornado DDT takes Viktor off his feet. Cody hits the ropes, flipping back with a back flip splash, he hooks the leg for a cover.

One...

Tw--

Viktor kicks out quickly.

Jethro Hayes: Cody definitely showing his agility in this match.

Jon McDaniel: Viktor not going to be defeated that easily here.

Brian Rentfro: It is going to take more than that to defeat Viktor.

Jethro: Viktor is tough, but then so is Cody, after all he's stayed in the PWA a long time, losing and coming back for more beatings.

Cody nods as he goes to pull Viktor up to his feet, forearm shot to his chest, knife edge chop, whip into the ropes. Viktor hits the ropes, rebounding off with a roundhouse kick to the lowered head of Cody.

Jon McDaniel: Cody with a mistake that rookies and veterans alike make.

Brian Rentfro: Viktor making him pay for the mistake though.

Jethro Hayes: That is what both are going to have to do in order to come out victorious and prove that they deserve a shot.

Viktor with a stiff elbow to Cody, who is on one knee. Cody is shaking his head, Viktor with a Shining Wizard takes Bogard off his feet and onto the mat. Viktor leaning up against the ropes, waiting for a specific time, Cody gets up to his feet, his back turned to Stone.

Brian Rentfro: Cody with his back to Viktor isn't a good thing!

Jon McDaniel: Viktor with a series of Muai Thai strikes!

Jethro Hayes: That is where Viktor's MMA type of training comes in handy.

Viktor climbs the ropes, with Cody in toe.

Brian Rentfro: The WTF?!

Jon McDaniel: Cody may be out already!

Jethro: Don't count Cody out just yet, he's got an extremely hard head, and I should know as I've got one too.

Viktor hooks the leg for a cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Cody raises his shoulder, keeping this match alive.

Jon McDaniel: Cody barely able to kick out there.

Brian Rentfro: Youheard it from the World Champ.

Viktor looks determined as he pulls Cody back up to his feet, "Crisis Ace" being a bit groggy there, he hooks him in a front facelock, perhaps going for a vertical suplex. Viktor lifts Cody up, stalling vertical suplex, but Cody reverses in mid air pulling Viktor down to the canvas with an inverted DDT. Cody shakes his head again, struggling back up to his feet.

Jethro Hayes: Always make a cover when you can, even if its a two count, you make them exert energy to kickout.

Brian Rentfro: A sound strategy.

He hits the ropes, springboard 450 splash on Viktor.

Jon McDaniel: Why you being so nice to Jethro now? What about what you usually say about him?

Brian Rentfro: Cody hooks the leg, going for a cover here.

Jethro Hayes: Oh, you mean his remarks about my smarts, my body odor, etc?

One...

Jon McDaniel: Exactly.

Two...

Brian Rentfro: I have no idea what you two are talking about.

Thr--Viktor kicks out, just in time.

Jon McDaniel: Cody almost had it there.

Cody pulls Viktor back up, shoving his forearm into his face, hooking and sending him down with a fisherman's suplex. Cody climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a swanton onto Viktor, he looks like he is going for the pin, but decides against it. Cody brings Viktor up to his feet, sets him up for Rage of the Dragons!

Jethro Hayes: Should have went for the cover.

Jon McDaniel: Cody going for the Rage of the Dragons.!

Brian Rentfro: Viktor counters with a back body.

Cody lands mainly on his head, managing to roll out of the way of Viktor's springboard knee drop. Viktor rolls through the move however, slamming a knee into the side of his head anyways. Viktor steps through the ropes, to the top turnbuckle, he leaps off, driving both knees into Cody's sternum. Viktor hooks the leg, making the cover.

One...

Jethro Hayes: That is what you do, big move, then cover.

Two...

Thr--Cody able to kick out, but just before the hand slapped the mat for the third time.

Brian Rentfro: I'll give it to Cody here, he is tough.

Jon McDaniel: You with a compliment? You take your meds today?

Brian Rentfro: Shut up Jon, just shut the hell up.

Elbow to his face as Viktor picks him back up, low leg strikes to his knees before he follows it up with a thigh kick. Cody isn't even on the defensive here as Viktor is going to hurt him as he makes his point. Cody is backed into the corner, Viktor with a series of flesh smacking front kicks to Cody's ribs before he mounts him in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: This doesn't look good for Bogard.

Jon McDaniel: No, it sure doesn't.

Jethro Hayes: They both think I want them softened up for the match, I just want them to show that they deserve it, that they can earn it, and to put on a match to prove it.

Brian Rentfro: And to soften them up, right?

Jethro Hayes: Contrary to popular belief, no. Cause the match is a few weeks away, they'll be healed up from this match by then, makes no sense that I'd want them softened up, when I want the best product and best match that can be put on.

Viktor comes down with a right fist, but Cody shoves his off of him. Viktor manages to land on his feet, stumbling back a bit. Cody bursts out from the corner with a lariat!

Jon McDaniel: Excalibur Slash!

Jethro Hayes: A stunning move to be sure.

Cody climbs up the turnbuckle, to turn around and face Viktor Stone, who is climbing back up to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Diving hurricanrana.

Brian Rentfro: I have to admit, he seems to have caught Viktor off guard with that move.

Cody makes the cover, another pinfall attempt here in this match.

One...

Two...

Brian Rentfro: Viktor able to kick out!

Jon McDaniel: What is it going to take for one of these wrestlers to put the other away?

Jethro Hayes: Both putting on a good match here, perhaps match of the night... so far.

Brian Rentfro: So far?

Jethro Hayes: Marvin and I haven't stepped into the squared circle yet.

Cody pulls Viktor up, overhead belly to belly suplex. The match is getting to both Cody and Viktor as they are both moving slowly here. Cody leans down, grabbing one of Viktor's ankles, he turns his over, sharpshooter. Viktor quickly in the ropes to break the submission hold to prevent a lot of damage. Cody releases the painful move immediately, Viktor shoves back sending Cody stumbling forward. Cody spins around, running back to Viktor, who has gotten back up to his feet. Viktor with a back body sending Cody over the ropes to the outside. Viktor holds onto the top rope, Cody taps his on the shoulder. Viktor spins around, Cody with a shoulderblock before he flips into the ring.

Jethro Hayes: Agility comes in to play here again with this Sunset Flip pin attempt.

Brian Rentfro: We have more pins in this match than a pincushion!

Jon McDaniel: Both want to win, both need to win, but only one can.

One...

Two...

Viktor kicks out, flowing right up to his feet. Cody is up quickly as well and these two seem to have gotten a second wind.

Jethro Hayes: Both look like they've gotten that all important shot of adrenaline.

Brian Rentfro: Isn't that stuff illegal?

Jon McDaniel: No, its... nevermind.

Brian Rentfro: So, it is illegal?

Jethro Hayes: Shut up Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Ok.

Cody with a boot to Viktor's midsection, doubling Stone over; Hero time!

Jon McDaniel: Hero Time!

Brian Rentfro: Cody's got it!

Jethro Hayes: A devastating move, any opponent, any size, at any position in the match.

Cody makes the cover, Dwayne Cross slides into position.

One...

Two...

Three!

Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... "Crisis Ace" Cody Bogard!

Jethro Hayes: Thanks boys, its been a blast.

Brian Rentfro: Here is where Jethro goes and beats the hell out of his future opponent.

Jethro walks up to the ring apron, looking up at Cody as his hand is held high in victory. Jethro stands there and nods, while clapping with sincerity.

Brian Rentfro: Missed oppurtunity Jethro, take him out!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro isn't like that, he truly wants a much better product for the PWA.

Jethro walks away, Cody watching, as Cody's music blares in the sound system.

The Payoff


Meghan: "I still don't understand why Simon wants to meet us back here."

The two Cowgirls walk timidly in the boiler room, the lights low and flickering. Tamika looks to be
oblivious to the surroundings. The aroma of rust litters the air, stinging the senses.

Tamika: "Oh you know him, he's probably got some crazzzyyy plan or something. You know how he is, all secretive and secrete agent like."

Meghan: "Yeah, I guess so, Just seems odd I guess."

Meghan touches the wall next to her as some machine she doesn't quite understand next to her goes off with steam, startling her.

Tamika: "Oh, you're such a scardy pan-"

A door slams in the background, a locking mechanism is heard loudly, the lights go out and only the machines of the boiler room can be heard.

Tamika: "I... uh... well that doesn't seem right."

Jacob: "No, I guess it doesn't."

With that Meghan swirls in a circle, complete blackness blinding her from knowing where the voice is coming from. Tamika bumps into her sister and out of fright swings wildly, smacking her sister in the face. Chaos ensues as Meghan throws wild and blind strikes.

Tamika: "It's me Meghan, it's me! Stop!"

With that both of them stop in their tracks when suddenly both of them topple violently into each other after a flesh sounding smack. The lights flash back on. Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins stand with two long pipes in hand. WHAP! Meghan's leg is thrashed out from underneath her. Sullivan lifts up and raps the steel across Meghan's shoulder, forcing a bellowing scream to escape her lungs. Jacob mimics the gesture, trusting the rusty led pipe down into her abdomen.

Hunter: "Two Weeks Meghan."

Sullivan grabs a set of cuffs and latches it onto Meghan's wrists, glancing at Jacob who is roughly doing the same, dragging her to the other side of the room, opposite Hunter and Meghan.

Hunter: "Two weeks I've been beat down, battered, and left for dead by you, your sister, and your entire fucking family."

With that Sullivan drags the woman to a bunch of pipes coming out of the wall, wrapping the cuff around the pipe before applying it to her left wrist.

Hunter: "Attacks on Jacob, attacks on me, both unprovoked. You're tyrannical, you're power hungry, your starving Meghan for someone to give a shit about you. Well here I am, you have my full attention Meghan. And you're about to find out what exactly that means. "

Tamika is dragged across the floor and viciously cuffed to a pipe as well, perfectly opposite her sister, letting them both stare blankly at each other's existence.

Jacob: "I'm tired of watching you, Tamika, hide behind who your husband is. Every time something happens to you all I hear is someone bring up that Simon Kalis is your little hubby dearest. Should I be scared? Should I be intimidated? I'm not. I don't give a shit, and if you think Kalis is going to save you right now, well you're going to be terribly disappointed."

Jacob backhands the woman across the face who tries to retaliate, kicking wildly into the air, missing. Figgins pounces, firing knees into the woman's face as Meghan scrambles helplessly.

Hunter: "This is what you've made of me, of us. We're not bad people, we're not. But when you push us, when you try to get in God's face, when you SPIT in our faces, you get pushed back. Tonight we outsmarted each and every member of your fucking family, which really isn't all that hard to do considering we ARE talking about Straders here. But even Kalis was so easily molded to our will.
The best part is he doesn't even know what he did."

Jacob takes out the Gm's phone, throwing it viciously into Tamika's chest.

Jacob: "You've instigated all of this. Mobs of motorcycle gangs and black Cyclopes were completely ineffective. You've been boasting about the number advantage you very much so have, but you're not smarter, you're not wiser. You two, and the rest of your family, are completely hopeless in this battle because regardless of all these advantages, here you are, tied to a fucking pipe."

With that Jacob walks away, grabbing something from the corner of the room. Sullivan smiles as he backs up and wipes his hands in pride.

Hunter: "We're also not a boring lot like you hooligans. We like to keep things a little more interesting than the trivial beat downs you resort too. So let us see just how smart you guys actually are."

Jacob returns, dangling keys in his hands.

Hunter: " The key to your cuffs, and to the door."

Jacob drops them on the floor in front of both girls, just out of reach. Jacob walks over to Tamika and grabs the phone he had thrown at her earlier. Hunter looks a tad bit confused.

Jacob: "And to top things off, you're going to have to listen to Jenna rose's "My jeans" On repeat. "

Sullivan shakes his head as Jacob places the phone down next to the keys.

Hunter: "You really are diabolical."

Jacob smiles. "Motivation really."

Sullivan shrugs as he walks away towards the door, pulling out a spare key and unlocking it, leaving Meghan Nash Strader to bellow out a shriek.

Meghan: "JUST TURN IT OFF!"

Jethro Hayes vs Marvin Wood

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is your Main Event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall...

'The Lonely Shepherd' by Gheorghe Zamfir begins to play from the PA system into the arena. After a few seconds, "The Consummate Professional" Marvin Wood appears from behind the curtain with a dour expression on his face. He walks to the middle of the stage area and stands there for a few seconds, to by Vid-Saver" href="#" 91c4="1" in_rurl="http://i.trkjmp.com/click?v=VVM6NDI0OTA6MjE4ODpzdXJ2ZXk6NDQwNGY5NGM0YmYyM2Y4YTYxYzI2YzI0ZTkxYWRjY2M6ei0xMTQ3LTQwMDcyOnd3dy50aGUtcHdhLmNvbTowOjA"survey the audience. He then begins walking down the entrance-way. Many of the members of the audience boo, some catcall and a few cheer. He looks at no-one as he approaches the ring, but stretches his fingers a bit. He stretches three fingers on each hand, first, and then four fingers on each hand.

Marvin walks towards the ring steps, and walks up them and towards the middle of the apron, sliding his hand over the top rope as he does so. He pauses there for a few seconds, before entering the ring, right leg first and then left leg. He enters the ring with plenty of pomp and circumstance, as if he were a foot taller than he is. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and waits.

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...He is your PWA World Heavyweight Champion... Jethro Hayes!

Jethro steps up the ring steps and through the ropes.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow, Jethro with a wristlock, Marvin quickly with a duck and go behind on Jethro. Hayes drops to one knee, flipping Marvin over, but instead Wood slides across, grabbing Hayes with a front facelock; Jethro lifting Marvin up into the air, showing his tremendous strength. Marvin spins, aiming for a tornado DDT, but Hayes shoves him into the corner; Marvin bounces back with a flying kick at Jethro's temple. Hayes rolls over onto his back, then quickly up to his feet as Marvin launches another kick, this one at Jethro's face. Jethro catches the foot, Marvin with an enzeguri; Jethro ducks again. Hayes with a clothesline, but Marvin drops down onto one knee, tripping up Jethro, who is able to quickly leap over the out stretched foot and bounce off the ropes. Marvin goes for a hip toss, but Jethro manages to land onto his feet and deliver a mule kick to Marvin's back, but Wood spins away from the kick instead aiming one at Jethro's planted leg. Jethro bends the leg, catching only a glancing blow, but its enough to mess his balance; Marvin charges in.

Jon McDaniel: What fast paced action, that is a surprise from the World Champ.

Brian Rentfro: What about neither getting anything, but a slight bit of offense here and there.

Jon McDaniel: One bit of offense for each, if I was able to keep up.

Brian Rentfro: Doubtful.

Jethro tosses him into the air, but Marvin rolls forward and back up to his feet, staring across the ring at Jethro as the crowd is on their feet; Jethro smiles before nodding at Marvin They come together again, Marvin with the wristlock and go behind, helocks Jethro's leg, Hayes sends an elbow back at Marvin's head, Wood comes under and falls back, sending Jethro's skull onto the mat. Wood quickly transitions into a armbar, but Hayes is in the ropes, forcing a count of four before the hold is released. Both men roll up to their feet, Jethro rolling his shoulders and the crowd is still on their feet. They come together again, Jethro with a lifted knee into Marvin's midsection doubles him over, running knee sends him spinning over onto his back. Jethro off the ropes, big style leg drop onto the canvas, Marvin barely rolls out of the way and back up to his feet. They come together again, Marvin with a side headlock, Jethro sends him into the ropes, Wood puts on the brakes, Jethro lifts him up. Marvin releases the hold, flipping over and onto his feet, drop toe hold sends Jethro onto the canvas. Marvin goes for an ankle lock, Jethro rolls out of the reach quickly and is back up to his feet. Marvin stares at Hayes, who just stares back with a smile on his face.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro seems to have learned a thing or two and is showing it here.

Jon McDaniel: He is truly trying to lift the product of the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Shame on you for doubting. I'm going to tell him.

Jethro with a lockup, into a side headlock, but Marvin able to slam an elbow into Jethro's ribs. Jethro goes behind Marvin into a full nelson, locking his hands on Marvin's neck, forcing his head down towards his chest, Marvin goes to one knee quickly.

Jon McDaniel: Marvin not backing down.

Brian Rentfro: Of course he is, Marvin Wood is RUTHLESS!

Marvin into the ropes, Jethro doesn't release the hold, Referee Scott Swindell there shocked and having to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIV...

Jethro releases the hold, turning to Scott Swindell who is saying something to him. Jethro pounds an elbow into Marvin's back sending him down to one knee. Jethro pulls him up, Irish whip into the ropes. Marvin bounces back, ducking under the clothesline by Jethro. Marvin with a flying cross body to Jethro's back sending him down to the canvas. Jethro rolls over quickly, but somehow Marvin has beaten him up, kick to the face of Hayes that sends him back onto the ropes. Jethro charges forward. Marvin leaps up into the air driving his feet into Jethro's chest and has him slamming Jethro's back into the turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Marvin has taken advantage of a slight slip up there.

Brian Rentfro: Of course, Marvin will not go down easily.

Jethro comes out of the corner, but a kick to the midsection sends him back in. Marvin delivers a clothesline to Jethro's chest before climbing up the turnbuckle.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

The crowd is counting along with each punch.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Jethro lifts Marvin off of the turnbuckle, running forward, slamming him down with a sit-out spinebuster.

Jon McDaniel: Marvin's offense, ends just like that.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro has changed, but you cannot count Marvin out at any point of any match.

Jethro gets up, wiping his hands before bouncing off the ropes with a Hogan type leg drop across Marvin's throat, he covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE

But Marvin manages to kick out and Jethro isn't shocked at all, he has faced Marvin and knows just how tough he can be.

Jon McDaniel: Marvin able to get the shoulder up.

Brian Rentfro: If stating obvious things was an Olympic sport, you'd have all three medals.

Jethro pulls Marvin up to his knees, but Marvin shoves Jethro into the ropes. Hayes bounces back into a shoulder block from Marvin that nudges Jethro back into the ropes. However, it seems to have cost Marvin as he is still on his hands and knees. Jethro runs over, booting Marvin in the head hard, but Marvin avoids the boot tripping Jethro up and onto his back. Marvin climbs up the turnbuckle, perhaps going to give tribute to his friend, The Phoenix, by delivering "The Ashes", Jethro lifts Marvin from the top rope flipping him over with a running snapmare. Jethro bounces quickly off the ropes, slamming his knee into the seated Marvin to land him on his back.

Jon McDaniel: His ruthlessness cost him there.

Brian Rentfro: Never, maybe, nah, could... I don't know, I'm so confused.

Jethro pulls Marvin up to his feet, putting him in position for his jacknife powerbomb. Up! Down!

Jon McDaniel: The Planter!

Brian Rentfro: Marvin counters! My gawd Marvin countered The Planter!

Jon McDaniel: Marvin counters The Planter with a DDT from on high!

Marvin with a cover.

One!

Two!

Thr--NO!

Jethro kicks out!

Jon McDaniel: Hayes kicks out!

Brian Rentfro: Gold medal is in hand...

Marvin pulls Jethro's wrist up, stomping on the shoulder and working that area over with tremendous effort and precision. Marvin falls back, torquing the shoulder, elbow, and arm; Hayes groans in pain. Marvin notices his nearness to the ropes, wrapping Hayes arm up and torquing it even more with the ropes' assistence.

Jon McDaniel: Come on now, thought he was supposed to be The Purist?

Brian Rentfro: Did you miss him stating that he was ruthless?

Marvin drops a double knee onto the shoulder, then on on the elbow, before seeming to just stand on Hayes' back and trying to pull his shoulder out of the socket! The crowd is still on their feet, they haven't sat down the entire match.

Jon McDaniel: Regardless, the crowd haven't sat down the entire time!

Brian Rentfro: Its been one hellacious match, no weapons, no blood, but tons of entertainment.

Marvin pulls Hayes up to his feet, Marvin with a quick knee backs Jethro into the ropes. Marvin following it up quickly with a brainbuster Jethro counters with a tornado DDT!

Jon McDaniel: What a counter!

Jethro pulls Marvin up to his feet, sending him backwards into the corner with a stiff series of forearms. Jethro aims for a big right palm strike, Marvin grabs the wrist converting it into a hammerlock. Jethro slaps at his shoulder but Marvin sends him crashing to the mat with a hammerlock suplex. Marvin rolls over and up to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: What a counter!

Jon McDaniel: What a copycat.

Jethro holds at his shoulder and neck, rubbing furiously as Marvin circles his prey like a shark sensing blood. Marvin drops a knee onto the neck of Jethro before grinding the point of his elbow into the right shoulder for good measure. Marvin back up, jumping up into the air to drop an elbow onto Jethro's neck and once again grinnding his elbow into the right shoulder/neck area.

Jon McDaniel: Marvin methodically working over the shoulder and neck... Marvin with a crossface submission!

Marvin pulls back, doing his best to make his point on Jethro. Jethro moves his leg over and is able to hook the rope and force Marvin to break the hold. Scott Swindell is there to warn Marvin, who has no intention of releasing the hold.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Fi

Marvin releases the hold, knowing he has done some major damage to Jethro's neck and shoulder, severely limiting his chances in this match. Marvin pulls Jethro back up, jawing with the crowd. Jethro delivers a stiff elbow into his ribs, Marvin gasps. Jethro delivers a second and a third elbow into the ribs before spinning around and delivering a knee strike right into Marvin's exposed ribs. Wood clutches at his right side Jethro boots him in the midsection.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro with a double underhook suplex!

Jethro drops an elbow onto the left knee of Marvin before popping back up and dropping another one. Jethro holds the left ankle, dropping a knee into the side of Marvin's knee before locking on a standing leglock submission. Marvin immediately begins to crawl for the ropes. Marvin kicks out, but Jethro scouts the counter falling backwards to hyperextend Marvin's left knee. Wood grunts out in pain, resigned to make it to the ropes for salvation.

Jon McDaniel: Marvin crawling for the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Marvin's just toying with Hayes... I think.

Marvin rolls over into the ropes, finally able to grab the bottom rope for safety and the garanteed rope break. However, Jethro refuses to break the hold, returning the favor of Marvin from earlier.

One!

Two!

Three!

Brian Rentfro: Disqualify him Swindell!

Four!

Fi

Jethro releases the leg lock backing off as Marvin pulls himself up vertically. Jethro runs forward, back body from Marvin sends Jethro up and over the top rope. Marvin stumbles forward, but Jethro has landed on the apron. Jethro with a spring to the top and a dive forward into a springboard bulldog! Jethro with the cover!

One!

Two!

Brian Rentfro: Marvin able to kick out and show his endurance there.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think Marvin was expecting such a quick return from Jethro there.

Jethro pulls the groggy Marvin up, but Wood with a forearm to Jethro's midsection gets him a moment of reprieve. Marvin lifts Jethro up, smashing him down onto his left shoulder with a double unerhook shoulder breaker to Jethro's already weakened left shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: What a move from Marvin there.

Wood with a knee drop onto the left shoulder as he continues to target that body part area with a knee drop to the neck as well. Marvin locks on an arm trap submission, but Jethro is in the ropes quickly to break the hold. Marvin pulls Jethro out of the corner, locking on a seated half nelson to the left shoulder and Jethro is in a bad way as he is seated center ring. Jethro begins to slap the mat to get the crowd behind him and it is working.

Brian Rentfro: He is tapping out!

Jon McDaniel: No, he is gaining momentum as he tries to reach the ropes.

Marvin mouths off at the crowd and Jethro, telling him its useless to try and beat him. Marvin falls back, increasing the pressure of the half nelson submission. Jethro rolls over onto his front, shoving up with his legs and one free arm. Jethro begins to fall back down to the canvas slowly, a grin spreading over Marvin's face. Jethro shoves backwards violently and Marvin is slammed into the corner with extreme force. Jethro spins around quickly, slamming his knee into the ribs that he nailed earlier with nearly the same move. Marvin holds at his ribs, gasping for breath and Jethro sits him on the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro going up top here!

Brian Rentfro: Stop him! Disqualify him!

Jethro climbs up after Marvin, going after him for a big time top rope move. Jethro locks in in a belly to belly suplex. Jethro grunts, falling backwards and sending Marvin over his shoulder with a release, but Jethro lands on his shoulder and neck, and he begins to rub at it quickly. Scott Swindell is right there, both men on the canvas.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Neither are moving swiftly, but both are moving at least.

Seven!

Eight!

Ni...

Jethro is back up to his feet, using the momentum while he has it and fighting through the pain of his neck and shoulder injury.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro landed awkwardly there, but Marvin still took the majority of that fall.

Brian Rentfro: Are we PG 13?

Jon McDaniel: No.

Brian Rentfro: Damn then.

Jethro goes after Marvin's knee with single minded determination now. He lifts Marvin's knee up into the air, driving it down with force into the canvas. Jethro holds the ankle, dropping elbow after elbow onto the inside of the left knee, doing his best to take away Marvin's base. Jethro drops a knee onto the inside of the knee to do some further damage. Jethro holds both ankles, then locks in a figure four leglock in the very center of the ring! The crowd is roaring in approval!

Brian Rentfro: Isn't this move outlawed or something?

Jon McDaniel: Not that I know of.

Brian Rentfro: It should be.

Marvin groans in obvious pain, rolling his body over towards the ropes, but Jethro quickly rolls back the other way and Marvin is back in the center of the ring. Marvin sits up, but Jethro is there and the two begin to exchange stinging chops while Marvin is locked in the submission. Jethro falls back, increasing the pressure on the knee but Marvin uses the second to flip both of them over and nearer to the ropes. Jethro tries to roll them back over, but Marvin is preventing this and Jethro is forced to break the hold before his own knee is damaged in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Brilliant strategy by Marvin there.

Marvin pulls himself up, gasping and holding his left knee before trying to get some feeling back into it. Jethro rushes over with forearms to the chest of Marvin and the crowd are still into it and on their feet! Jethro with a stinging chop to Marvin's chest backing him into the ropes. Marvin grabs a quick standing side headlock, but Jethro lifts him up, dropping Marvin's left knee across his own bent knee. Marvin releases the side headlock, in favor of holding at his knee.

Brian Rentfro: I don't know who to pull for, on one hand if Jethro does what he says it means more revenue for the PWA and a pay raise.

Jon McDaniel: All about money, isn't it?

Brian Rentfro: Do you have this damn schedule because you love it and would do it for free?

Jon McDaniel: ...

Brian Rentfro: Sorry, but Ican't hear you.

Marvin stumbles away, clutching at his left knee, Jethro levels his shoulder into the back of Marvin's left knee taking his opponent down. Marvin holds the ropes, preventing Jethro from getting a submission hold on and possibly breaking his leg. Jethro pulls Marvin from the ropes, but immediately clutches his eyes in pain.

Jon McDaniel: Marvin should be disqualified!

Brian Rentfro: Because Marvin is ruthless?

Jethro spins around, wiping the tears from his streaming eyes when Marvin drops a elbow from the middle rope onto his left shoulder. Marvin with an arm wrench before exchanging it for a wristlock. Marvin kicks at the ribs of Jethro and asks hiim how he likes to be beat in the ribs. Marvin locks on a Full Nelson while he is in the center of the ring, being sure to do his best to shake Jethro back and forth to cause damage to the left shoulder and neck of his opponent. Jethro begins to fade as he drops to one knee, trying to find somewhere where the pain isn't so bad.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro fading fast!

The crowd begin to chant Jethro's name, but the PWA World Champion drops down to his other knee. The crowd gets louder and Jethro is back up to his feet, stomping his right foot in time with the crowd. Jethro drops down, bringing Marvin's chin down into his head, causing himself some pain, but breaking the hold as well.

Brian Rentfro: Idiotic there.

Jon McDaniel: How? It broke the hold and did exactly what he wanted it to do.

Marvin holds at his chin as Jethro climbs slowly, ever so slowly up to his feet. Jethro turns around, clothesline takes him back down to the canvas. Marvin stomps away at the shoulder and neck of Jethro before pulling him back up to a vertical position. Marvin locks on an armbar, but Jethro is in the ropes and after a count of four Marvin releases the hold so that he doesn't get a disqualification.

Brian Rentfro: Marvin with a STF!

Jethro groans in the hold, but wiggles just enough to keep Marvin from locking it on securely. Jethro scoots forward and is into the ropes as Marvin is furious that he was unable to properly lock on the submission. Marvin pulls Jethro up.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro with a double leg take down!

Brian Rentfro: But Marvin fights back vertical!

Marvin lifts Jethro up, delivering a back suplex that he holds for a pin!

Brian Rentfro: Marvin staying for the pin!

One!

Two!

Thr--Jethro kicks out!

Marvin whips Jethro into the ropes.

Dropkick to Jethro's face!

Brian Rentfro: Marvin's got a crossface locked in securely! Hayes will have to tap!

Jethro lowers his eye lids, he's fading fast, but reaches out for the ropes. Scott Swindell is right there, checkingon Jethro, but Hayes refuses to quit, he refuses to submit, he refuses to go down! The crowd are still on their feet, they are still cheering, they are still really into this non-title match!

Brian Rentfro: How is Jethro still conscious?

Jon McDaniel: He's proving that he's still got it, he's showing the doubters that he still belongs in the Main Event!

Hayes reaches the ropes, holding the bottom rope for all that he is worth. Scott Swindell is there ordering the break; Marvin refuses.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Fiv... Marvin releases the hold, a smirk on his tired face.

Jon McDaniel: Wood is looking really confident here now.

Brian Rentfro: Despite his showing in this match, Jethro is really no contender.

Marvin pulls him back up, whip into the ropes, Jethro manages a reversal, but his shoulder is too weak and Marvin counters with an arm drag onto the canvas. Marvin pulls Jethro back up, another arm drag takes the World Champ down. Marvin repeats this again, before finally whipping the weary Hayes into the ropes. Marvin with a front kick, Jethro avoids the kick! The crowd roars! Jethro with a leg sweep out of no where!

Jon McDaniel: Picture perfect leg sweep.

The crowd are still on their feet, cheering on the match, but more so Jethro than Marvin Wood!

Brian Rentfro: What are these idiots cheering about?!

Scott Swindell begins a ten count as neither man is moving in the center of the ring. Jethro crawls slowly for the ropes as Marvin begins to do the same.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, I don't know, the great match that is going on in front of us?

One!

The crowd is chanting for Jethro.

Two!

Some in the crowd are chanting for Marvin as they love his technical style.

Three!

Jethro reaches the bottom rope, but is unable to climb up to his feet, across the ring Marvin is having the same difficulty.

Four!

Scott keeps looking at both men, not wanting to miss anything.

Five!

Jethro grabs the bottom rope, pulling himself up.

Six!

Marvin has ahold of the middle rope and is on one knee, but both men are breathing extremely heavily in this contest.

Seven!

Jethro grabs the top rope, but does he have the strength to pull himself up? Does Marvin have the strength either?

Eight!

Jon McDaniel: Both men have given it their all here!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, Jethro has cheated blatently while Marvin has fought a good clean contest.

Nine!

Both men are up, Scott backs off letting them come together in the middle. Jethro throws a haymaker, but Marvin counters with a half nelson suplex dropping Jethro onto his neck and shoulder!

Brian Rentfro: Great counter from Marvin!

Marvin covers for the pin.

One!

Two!

Thr

Jethro able to barely get his shoulder up, but he does and that is all that counts.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro fighting through all the pain!

Brian Rentfro: And I suppose Marvin is just walking on roses in the park?

Marvin pulls Jethro back up, letting his frustration fuel him. He lifts Jethro up, single arm DDT! He covers again.

One!

Two!

Jethro able to kick out again, this time even slower, but still the kickout is all that matters. Marvin shoves Scott out of the way, dragging Jethro up to the top turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: Marvin is going to finish the match here and now!

Half Nelson Superplex!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is countering this attempt with elbows of fury to Marvin's ribs, thank goodness he kneed them heavily earlier!

Jethro breaks the hold, ducking up under the arm as Marvin grabs his ribs. Fireman's carry on the top rope, Jethro delivers a top rope Calf Toss!

Jon McDaniel: Marvin's got to be broken!

Jethro crawls over to Marvin, lifting him up and into position...

The Planter!

Marvin spins, driving Jethro's skull first into the canvas, his knee digging into the shoulder and throat as they both land; Marvin lays for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match, Marvin Wood!