World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


March of Mephisto

The Pioneer Wrestling Association titan tron lights up as the sound of wind blowing can be heard as a young gentleman can be seen, as the gentleman comes into view. His hair can be seen being neatly combed, he also can be seen wearing the finest designer sunglasses. He can be seen wearing a long sleeved plaid t-shirt, the shirts sleeves are rolled up. Over the top of the plaid shirt a silk gray vest can be seen. As the Pioneer camera spans outward, the individual's lower torso being covered in similar silk clothing. The individual walks on up to the camera and adjusts it as he does, the view of green Emerald water can be seen as the individual shows a view of the Chicago River.

????: “The view looks good from over here no?”

Questions the young fancy dressed individual pointing behind him, as he says that he removes his sunglasses and begins to speak again.

????: “That's because we're in Chicago, and I'm Dante Mephisto better known as the Italian Maniac!”

The individual says identifying himself as Pioneer Wrestling Association's newest signee Dante Mephisto.

Dante Mephisto: "I got a little story for yea, trust meh it's off the chain ain't that the f*cking truth, so here it is. A few years ago I get this phone call, the individual havin' heard of meh asks, You Dante Mephisto son of Antonio Mephisto?"

Dante says throwing his hands up, before continuing on.

Dante Mephisto: "Course bein' the smooth talkin', nice guy that I am, I says yes I am, who are you an' what do you want. Lets just say I don' recall his name... e... eh... he started askin' meh about takin' care of some no named Joe down at one of the local pubs, an' if I'd do it and how much it would cost em?"

Dante says before putting his sunglasses back on and turning his back towards the camera, as he does he can be seen looking down into the emerald green water that is of the Chicago River.

Dante Mephisto: "Basically he started talkin' a whole lot of bah-jay-blah but the jest on what this guy had asked was a whole lot of bullsh** tellin' meh he had a crew of guys setup an' that he just wanted us to scare the little **ck of course I went along with it, an' well 'cause I decided to go along an' lend my services I ended up spendin' my 18 birthday behind bars..."

Dante says before turning back around, throwing his hands up once again as he continues to talk.

Dante Mephisto: "So basically long story short I got mixed up in the wrong crowd, doin' the unthinkable you know gankin' small liquor stores even collectin' that cheddah owed to that guy I was connected with but lets just say because I was underage I caught meh a break servin' time until I was 18."

Dante says as he does he turns towards a chain linked fence and puts his hands up on it hanging off it as he watches the street ball game going on in the nearby basket ball court on the otherside.

Dante Mephisto: "Yea see unlike them fella's there I was out makin' that cheddah an' boy was I makin' it. Having opened up shop only a few blocks away yea know sellin' that Bob Marley just to get on out of here, but as yea can see I didn' get to far until I was taken in by Mixed Martial Arts icon George DeStephano, that man changed my life, an' changed for the bettah he did, yea see if it wasn' for that man I'd still be out here on the grind doin' my thing goin' through the system before dyin' out here on them streets..."

Dante says before turning back around, as he does a tear rolls on down his cheek before cracking a Cheshire like cat smile across his face.

Dante Mephisto: "Yea see doin' time changes an individual an' as you can see it changed meh, makin' meh a little crazier than your average Joe, yea see after bein' freed I turned my attention to the very sport DeStephano trained meh in, all over the Chicago metro area I slowly began to climb the ranks even earnin' meh a lightweight championship title shot at the MMA promotion I had signed with..."

Laughing Dante continues to speak as he does the Pioneer Wrestling Association camera begins to go unfocused as if someone had picked it up, before refocusing itself Dante brings the camera up to his face and begins to speak again.

Dante Mephisto: "Yea see the thing is... times have changed once again for this here guy an' for the bettah I'd say havin' earned meh a contract with the Pioneer Wrestling Association yea can bet I'mma be lookin' to make my name known an' indeed I am, the question is though is the Pioneer Wrestling Association ready for yours truly DAAAANTE MEEEEPHISTO?"

As Dante says that he drops the camera down on the pavement below him. As it hits the pavement the view of Dante disappears, the camera can be seen showing static across its screen, as it does the Pioneer Wrestling Association titan tron flickers back to the Pioneer Wrestling Association logo before going to commercial break.

Psykopath vs. Tina Madison

Jon Jon McDaniel: First match up tonight is Tina Madison, coming off her tough loss against Shawn O’Reilly at the Who’s the Man Finals PPV against the debuting Sykopath. Who’s your pick, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: I’m pickin Sykopath, cause he could probably hook me up with a fine lady. Other than that, he kinda scares me.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Thanks, Brian, for that expert analysis. Now up to the ring and Eric Emerson.


The lights brighten in the arena, as spotlights of miscellaneous colours and patterns dance around the crowd. Tina Madison leaps out onto the stage as "What The Hell" by Avril Lavigne blares through the speakers. She walks down the ramp, high-fiving fans, followed closely by one of her managers, a body guard called Alex Jameson, in his signature dark shades, and not far behind him is Tina's other manager, Clark Ford, in an Armani suit. The two managers stand at the ring post of Tina's corner, as she climbs onto the apron, walks along it and steps onto the second turnbuckle, then placing one foot onto the tope rope, and blowing a kiss before jumping over the ropes into the ring, and giving a light-hearted bow, to a cheap pop from the fans.


Tina stands center ring waving at the fans when suddenly the lights go out. After about 10 seconds the ring is illuminated with burning candles than surround the inner perimeter of the ring. At Tina’s feet a spotlight shines on a small doll, made up to look just like her.


Jon Jon McDaniel: Easy, Brian. Psychological warfare being waged by Sykopath.

Tina takes a few steps back in shock as a voice comes over the PA system…

These eyes do not see what you and I see.
Behind these eyes, one finds only blackness.
The absence of light.
These are the eyes of a psychopath.

Natural Born Killaz by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube begin to play and the arena lights come up as Sykopath makes his way to the ring.
He is dressed in combat fatigue pants and combat boots (gear he claims to have taken from a murdered American soldier/relief worker ga after the earthquake in Haiti) and a black wifebeater. The right side of his face is painted white and black, while the left side is normal. The left side of his hair is in cornrows, while the right side is an afro. He carries a military issue duffel bag to the ring with him.

"Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer
Since I came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mindset
With a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror"

He walks to the ring with purpose, pushing security and PWA officials out of his way. He taunts and gets in the faces of the fans, cursing and spitting on them. When he enters the ring he pushes Eric Emerson out of his way and climbs to the middle turnbuckle. Once there, he crosses his arms under his chin, giving the appearance of the skull and crossbones, while at the same time flipping off the audience. He steps down from the turnbuckle, shoves the ref out of the way on his way to the opposite turnbuckle to give the crowd on this side of the arena the same salute..

"I dont understand the logic in my dreams
But I understand I like the sound of Sireens
Terrified screams from the streams
Of Strycnine
Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
Cause punk motherfuckers wanna violate
Now they stiff and cold
And they pupils won't dilate
I can hear his bones break
He steps in the single door
Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
Like that dude up in Singapore
So I'm a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana"

He opens the duffel bag, pulling out a bottle of rum and 2 shot glasses, a candle, a cigar, and a statue of Papa Legba. He sets the statue in the corner and lights the candle and cigar. He takes a puff from the cigar and slowly blows the smoke in the face of the statue. he then pours two shots of rum. One he sets in front of the statue and drinks the other.


With that, Sycopath, raises his hands, igniting two fireballs, before, once again, flipping the crowd off.

Brian Rentfro: Now it’s official…this guy scares the crap out of me!
on Jon McDaniel: Settle down, Rentfro. It’s a great piece of psychological strategy by Sykopath. Judging by the look on Tina’s face, it’s working. She looks petrified. But I can guarantee you she’ll fight through the fear.

Referee Dwayne Cross calls for the bell….


Sykopath immediately rushes his much smaller opponent, pushing her into the corner. He begins punching and kicking Tina. Tina blocks as many as she can, but simply cannot withstand the onslaught of Sykopath, who outweighs her by nearly 150 pounds. Madison is soon on her knees in the corner as Sykopath continues the beatdown. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fork and, positioning himself between it and the ref, begins to dig it into Tina’s forehead. Blood begins to trickle down the cheeks of Tina as Sykopath continues the assault with the fork.
Jon Jon McDaniel: This is hard to watch. Tina’s manager, Clark Ford, is screaming at the ref to disqualify Sykopath! The ref is warning Sykopath to back out of the corner. He doesn’t even see that Sykopath is using a foreign object.
Sykopath steps back from the bloody Madison, who falls, crying, to the mat. Sykopath hides the fork back in his fatigues, and pulls Madison to her feet. Madison is bleeding profusely from the forehead, but tries to fight back with punches and open hand strikes. Sykopath just takes them with a smile before delivering a devastating headbutt.

Brian Rentfro: Madison’s out on her feet.

Jon Jon McDaniel: And Sykopath’s put her up on the top rope. He’s climbing up also. He’s got her in position…AVALANCHE EXPLODER SUPLEX FROM THE TOP! THIS IS IT. COVER…

Sykopath pulls her up at 2 ½. He pulls her to her feet and hits the backdrop driver…dropping her on the top of her head.
Jon Jon McDaniel: THAT’S THE 1/12/10!


Sykopath pulls her up at 2 ½ again, drawing a warning from the ref and boos and jeers from the crowd.
He pulls Tina to her feet, holding her nearly unconscious body up, and lays her on the ropes. He ties her arms in the ropes, and reaches back into his fatigues. This time he pulls out a pair of scissors.

Brian Rentfro: Isn’t the referee supposed to check these guys out before the match?

Jon Jon McDaniel: My thoughts exactly.

He uses the scissors to cut a length of hair from Tina’s head. He than runs the blade across Tina’s forehead, causing more blood to flow. The ref catches him in the act this time and calls for the bell. Clark Ford and Alex Jameson hit the ring, but are dispatched by Sykopath. He unties Madison and picks her up, carrying her over his shoulder. He grabs his duffel bag and carries her to the back.



Fuggit About It

RIP James Gandolfini

Capo’s Steakhouse in Las Vegas. Bud Adams and Lean Bean Miller meet for dinner and to compare notes on the bizarre happenings surrounding Bodie Vera Cruz, or Farrell Talcott Abbot Richmond-Douglas VIII, or Bulk Bulgin, or MC B Smoov, or Dr. Looney, or Pat McGroin.

Bud: I’ve been involved in some crazy stuff in my career, I mean the whole Project X business and all. But I’ve never been involved in something so , well, insane, as I have with this Bodie Vera Cruz character.

Miller: I think he’s snapped. I think the trauma that he went through when Anna Mathews cut him up triggered a break from reality.

Bud: You sound like Dr. Looney….and that was Bodie, too!

Miller: You’ve got to admit his career has been on the upswing. I mean, defeating May Havoc is quite an accomplishment.

The server comes to the table.

May I take your order?

The correspondents ask for a moment. The server takes the menus and walks away. He comes back a few minutes later with a bottle of wine.

Bud: We didn’t order wine.

“Compliments of the gentleman at the far booth. A Giacomo Conterno Barolo Riserva Monfortino 1926. ”

Bud looks over, but can only see the back of the man at the booth. The man raises a glass to Bud and Miller.

Miller: Well, since it’s free. How much is it if we pay for it?

“Sir, the Giacomo Conterno Barolo Riserva Monfortino 1926 sells for $1050.00 a bottle. Now, are the gentlemen ready to order. Your meal will also be compliments of the gentleman at the booth.”

The correspondents order and begin to enjoy the wine.

The food arrives and Adams and Miller enjoy the free food. When they are done, they decide to thank their benefactor.
They walk over to the booth.

Bud: Sir, we’d just like to thank you for the excellent meal.


Miller: But sir, a thousand dollar bottle of wine and a three hundred dollar meal. Sir we can’t just…

The man turns around, and yep, it’s Bodie Vera Cruz. He’s dressed like the old school Mafioso, right down to the pinstripe zoot suit and black fedora.

“I said fuggeddaboutit. What don’t yous understand about fuggeddaboutit? WattsamattaU?”

Bud: Are you kidding?

Miller: Vera Cruz?!

“Vera Cruz? I knew a Vera Cruz up in Chicago. He was a weasel. Got fitted for cement shoes, an now he sleeps wit da fishes. Waittaminute. Vera Cruz? Bodie Vera Cruz? “

Bud: Yeah.

“Ain’t he dat guy what got cut up by dat dame Matchews?”

Miller: Yeah.

“Ain’t he dat guy who was dis guy and den he was dis otha guy, den he was dat otha guy, and still yet dat otha guy?”

Bud (getting annoyed): Yes. Yes that’s him.

“Neva hoid uv ‘im. Now siddown an enjoy some more wine wit me.”

Bud: No. Hell no! This is too much. I’m not playing your insane games any more.

“You disrespectin me, pizan? You goin treat me like a mamaluke Wy I oughta….”

Miller: No offense, Mister…Mister….

“Manicotti…Mad Dog Manicotti. Ya know yous oughta teach dis guy some manners, or else he’s gonna end up in the bottom of a lake somewhere. I try to give yous guys a good meal and some good wine, and dis is how I get repaid. GUIDO! TOMMY! COME SHOW DESE GENTLEMEN OUT OF DIS HERE FINE ESTABLISHMENT!”

Two very large Italian men walk up behind Miller and Adams.

Italian Dude #1:“I’d like for yous to meet Guido da Fish and Tommy Two Toes.”

Miller: Guido da Fish?

Italian Dude #2 :“Yeah, alls he eats is seafood. I mean dis goomba should have gills, ya know.”

Bud: And why Tommy Two Toes?

Italian Dude #1:“Whaddaya stupid or something. Did’n yous see him gimp over here. He only gots two toes. I mean rocket science, it ain’t. Tommy…. Two…. Toes. He only gots two toes! Boys escort dese gentlemen out.”

Guido and Tommy give Adams and Miller the bum’s rush out the door and Mad Dog Manicotti sits at his table alone
as 'Don't Stop Believing' by Journey begins to play.

Marxx vs. Vitality Sokolov

Eric Emerson stands in the middle of the ring while the fans await the next thrilling match. Emerson nods while he hears something through his ear piece.

Eric Emerson: Marxx and Vitally Sokolov cannot appear tonight. They have been detained by the TSA at the Las Vagas international air port. We will update you with more details as they come

Jon Mcdaniel: Detained by the TSA?

Brian Rentfro: That's where my baggage went!

Jon Mcdaniel: What?

Brain Brian Rentfro: Next match should be a real slobberknocker


Jon Jon McDaniel: We've just received word that Clark Ford, Alex Jameson, and PWA officials have found Tina Madison, who was taken from the ring by Sykopath earlier in the night. Let's go to the backstage area and Lean Bean Miller now.

Lean Bean Miller: Jon, Brian, it's been a frantic search for Tina Madison since Sykopath took her by force to the backstage area earlier tonight, but Clark Ford thinks she's behind this door.

PWA officials try to open the door but to no avail. Alex Jameson Tries to kick the door in, but can't. He then tries to crash through the door, but it won't budge. Everyone takes a step back as the knob starts to turn.

Miller: Whoever is in there is about to come out....

Sykopath walks out. There is blood on his hands and chest as he walks out of the room. He is carrying a bottle of rum and a cigar hangs from his mouth. He has a big smile on his face.

Sykopath: Hello, gentlemen.


Sykopath: She's in their. And she has been totally cleansed. But, sadly, I think I broke her. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sykopath walks away laughing as Ford, Jameson, and the PWA officials rush into the room.

Miller: C'mon, guys, let's try to get in there and....oh.....oh my God.....

The camera settles in on Tina Madison. She is laid out on a table, clothed only in her underwear. She is set in the shape of a cross. There is a white cross painted on her bloody forehead. She seems to be in a state of shock as she is unresponsive, but her eyes are wide open. She is quietly muttering something over and over. The boom mic operator positions the mic over Clark Ford's shoulder to pick up what she is saying.

Tina: cleansed...totally cleansed...cleansed...totally cleansed....cleansed...totally cleansed.

A distraught Clark Ford yells at Alex Jameson.


Jameson pushes Miller and the camera crew out as the camera shows a weeping Clark Ford burying his head in Tina's chest as she continues to mutter...

"cleansed...totally cleansed...cleansed...totally cleansed...cleansed...totally cleansed."

Miller is clearly shaken up, but tries to remain professional.

Miller: Guys....I...I really don't know what to say...Back to you.

Jon Jon McDaniel: We hope to have an update on Tina Madison's condition before we go off the air tonight...

Brian Rentfro: He screwed her up royally, McDaniel. She's in bad shape.

Hunter Sullivan vs Marvin Wood

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 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 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.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Two great technical wrestlers meeting up this week: Marvin Wood, who overpowered the World Heavyweight champion, Jethro Hayes, last week; and Hunter Sullivan, who scored a huge upset over former Heavyweight champ, Anna Matthews, last week.

Brian Rentfro: Ah, yes. I remember that match fondly: Anna Matthews bouncing around in the ring, sweating profusely, moaning in pain...

Jon Jon McDaniel: Feel free to watch this match on mute, folks.

The two athletes circle one another and Marvin Wood is the first to raise a hand, calling for a test of strength. Hunter goes to reach in and Marvin takes advantage of the situation with a quick kick to the gut. He slams his forearms against Hunter's back again and again, driving him to the ropes. Wood goes to clothesline Sullivan out of the ring, and Sully ducks, sending Wood tumbling over the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: What an undignified way for Sullivan to treat his opponent! Doesn't he realize who he's facing in there? This is Marvin Wood, dammit!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Hey, he started the match with a cheap shot. What goes around, comes around.

Sullivan follows Wood, who jumps up almost immediately after hitting the floor, and the two begin to brawl on the outside. Sullivan backs Wood into the corner, slamming his face against the barricade. The referee has reached a count of seven before Sullivan rolls in and rolls back out, breaking the count. Wood is quick to attack Sullivan with a series of knife-edge chops. He throws Sully back into the ring and slams his elbow against the Viper's neck. Sullivan rolls around in pain, and Marvin moves into the ring quickly to lock in a Chicken Wing Camel Clutch, but Sully is able to grab the rope quickly. Referee Daniel Davis waits a few seconds before telling Wood to break the hold. The fans boo his lax attitude.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Wood going back to technical wrestling to wear down Hunter Sullivan, and Davis with the assist.

Brian Rentfro: You're paranoid, Jon McDaniel: Daniel Davis is a fair and balanced referee. Completely non-controversial. For you to try and bring down his reputation is just wrong!

Wood picks Sullivan up by the hair and is given a couple of shots to the stomach for his troubles. Wood is doubled over and Sullivan uses this opportunity to lift Wood into a long stalling suplex. Wood is beet red by the time Sullivan elects to drop him back to earth. Sullivan bounces back up to his feet and positions Wood in the middle of the ring. He makes a running jump over Wood's downed body and executes a perfect springboard moonsault from the middle rope. He floats over for the cover and Davis drops down for the count.



Kick out! Sullivan stands up and brings Wood with him.

Brian Rentfro: You know, even though he's already been here for years, I still find that Marvin Wood has the most awkward surname. Most of the stuff we say about him sounds like an innuendo!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Only to you, Brian. Only to you.

Wood shoves Sullivan away and begins chopping away. Sullivan's chest is getting that special 'raw beef' coloring to it. Sullivan backed into a corner and Wood puts him on the top rope. He punches Sullivan a couple of times to keep him stunned, and brings him down with a devestating superplex. Wood with the cover.



Kick out! Wood begins to throw shots at Sullivan from his knees. He stands up and drops an elbow, but Sullivan moves out of the way. Wood snarls and grabs his elbow, stands up and is met with a lariat from Sullivan. Sullivan lifts Wood and slams him back down with a snap suplex. Then another. He attempts another, but Wood reverses it, and starts in on his own Suplex Labyrinth! After three suplexes, Wood pins Sullivan.



2 3/4!

Kick out! Wood can sense an opening and sets himself up near the ropes, waiting for Sullivan to get up.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Marvin looks like he's ready to end this thing.

Sullivan gets to his feet and Wood runs at him, and attempts the Imperfect Tense, but Sullivan ducks out of the way! Sullivan jumps onto the ropes behind Wood and launches himself into a springboard shin kick! The crowd goes wild.

Jon Jon McDaniel: What a counter by Hunter Sullivan! The Viper is not ready to let this match end!

Brian Rentfro: See, the Viper. Wood. This whole match is just one big anatomy joke!

Sullivan stands up and goes for Wood's legs. He's looking to hook in the Texas Clover Leaf! He's got Wood's legs in position, but Wood just will not turn, he fights every attempt to lock in the hold. Sullivan starts to lose the hold and leans in to gain some leverage, and Wood pulls him into a small package!



3! No!

Brian Rentfro: Again!

Jon Jon McDaniel: I know! This match may go on all night long!

Brian Rentfro: No, I mean Wood, Viper, small package... and now, all night long! It's a conspiracy, I tell you! A conspiracy!!!

Wood and Sullivan both get to their feet. They begin to trade blows, leading to duelling cheers and boos from the crowd. Sullivan gets the upper hand and stuns Wood. Sullivan charges at Wood, but he ducks, and the Viper nails referee Davis, sending him rolling out of the ring.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Oh, no! The ref is down!

Brian Rentfro: Disqualify him! Disqualify Hunter Sullivan right now! He struck an official of the PWA!

Jon Jon McDaniel: It was obviously an accident, Brian; Sullivan has nothing to gain by knocking the referee out.

Sullivan pops out of the ring and tries to shake Davis out of his stupor, but he is, as some say, "Out. Cold." Referee Scott Swindell comes running down to the ring and is accompanied by Dwayne Cross, who goes over to help out Davis. Swindell tells Sullivan to get into the ring, and Sullivan slides in, only to be kicked in the face by Marvin Wood, who used the distraction as an opportunity to get his second wind, so to speak.

Jon Jon McDaniel: And that's another example of Marvin Wood's genius, he uses every situation to his advantage.

Wood drags Sullivan to the middle of the ring and smirks at the crowd. He grabs Sullivan's legs and positions them to attempt his own Texas Clover Leaf. He begins to turn Sullivan, but Sullivan is twisting to avoid the hold, much like Wood did earlier.

Brian Rentfro: Boy, how embarrassing would it be to be defeated with your own finishing move?

Eventually, Sullivan uses momentum to fling Wood across the ring using his legs. Wood jumps up quickly, and Sullivan does the same. Wood ducks under another clothesline attempt by Sully and grabs his head before executing a reverse DDT, slamming Sullivan's head on the mat. He turns it into a dragon sleeper and the crowd goes nuts!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Imperfect Science! Imperfect Science! Marvin Wood has the Imperfect Science locked in, and Sullivan is not going anywhere!

Of course, as soon as he says that, Sullivan is able to put a foot on the bottom turnbuckle, and pulls off a seemingly impossible flip from the ground that leaves Wood in a vulnerable position and Sullivan locks in the Gorilla Clutch! The crowd is roaring now! They can't believe what they've just witnessed.

Jon Jon McDaniel: I stand corrected! Hunter Sullivan with an amazing counter to the Imperfect Science! How did he even do that!?

Fortunately for Wood, the bottom rope is very close, but Sullivan is able to fall back and really clinch the hold, forcing Wood to pull not only his own body, but the body of Hunter Sullivan across the ring so that he can break the hold. Referee Davis is up on the outside and slowly rolls into the ring. Wood finally grabs the bottom rope, causing a break. Sullivan curses and releases the hold. He stands up and Wood gets up to a knee. Sullivan is quick to read the situation and goes for the SAF, but Wood charges at him and lands the Imperfect Tense! Both referees begin to count!





Eric Emerson: Here is your winner...

Marvin Wood begins to celebrate and Sullivan slams his fist on the mat. Daniel Davis begins to say one name, and Scott Swindell interrupts him. The two men begin to argue about the outcome, and the replay shows that both Sullivan AND Wood's shoulders were down on the mat! They go back and forth about semantics, but it's obvious that this won't be resolved any time soon. Marvin Wood intervenes and begins to argue his case, and Sullivan is quick to jump in and state his point of view. Before long, this has turned into more of a debate than a wrestling match. Both officials turn to Dwayne Cross, who is standing next to Emerson, and ask what he thinks. He just shrugs and says, "Draw?" The other officials begrudgingly accept the judgement and Emerson, having a somewhat definitive answer, makes his announcement.

Eric Emerson: This match has ended in a double pinfall, resulting in a draw!

The crowd has mixed opinions of this, most of them boo, wanting a decisive outcome, but some are just happy that the competitor they don't like doesn't have a win to his name.

Duff Cote d'Ivoire vs. May Havoc

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

Eric Emerson: On her way to the ring, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand, she stands at 5'6" and weighs in at 150 lbs, the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... she is... May... HAAAAAAVOOOOOC!

May, of course, forgoes the steps in favor of reaching up to use the middle rope to pull herself up onto the apron. Here, a momentary pause as she shrugs out of the black trench coat to toss off to the side. Once it's out of the way, she scales the ropes to perch precariously on the topmost cable of steel before launching herself off into what has ever appearance of being a beautiful 630 splash, only, she lands instead in a low crouch, center of the ring before standing, flipping blonde hair back from her face as she takes her corner.

May's music quiets as 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 -- 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.

Duff offers a handshake to his fellow champion, and May slaps his hand away. Duff lifts his arms and backs away. The referee, Dwayne Cross, rings the bell.


Jon Jon McDaniel: And we're off, Duff Côte d'Ivoire versus May Havoc. A battle of champions.

Brian Rentfro: I know I say this about basically every woman who steps into the ring, but I mean it this time. May Havoc is the hottest piece of you-know-what that I've ever seen.

Jon Jon McDaniel: And that, folks, is the most that Brian Rentfro will ever censor himself. I hope you had your VCRs running.

Brian Rentfro: The whole 'mystery woman' thing really seals the deal for me. The less I know about her, the better.

Ignoring the fact that no one owns a VCR any more, Duff and May lock up in the middle of the ring. Duff shoves her away easily, and May bounces off of the ropes, coming out quickly with a dropkick that sends the big man reeling against the ropes. He bounces back and May hits an impressive running headscissors takedown. Duff bounces back to his feet quickly, obviously aware that taking May seriously would be in his best interest.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Duff should know after his history with Riona Langly that even the smallest wrestlers can be the toughest.

Brian Rentfro: I forgot about Riona! She's pretty hot, too. And that video she made with Thunderwolf? A-WOOOOO!

Duff and May circle each other for a moment, sizing each other up, before tying up again. Duff grabs May's arm and twists it, making her cry out in pain. He drives his elbow into hers twice, and Irish whips her across the ring. When she bounces back, he knocks her down with a running axe handle.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Ooh, that's gotta hurt.

Brian Rentfro: How is he not being disqualified right now! That was a flagrant closed fist to the pretty, pretty face of May Havoc! Unacceptable! Get that ref out of there!

Duff is quick to go to work on May's arm, holding it down and driving his knees into her elbow again and again until finally, May is able to reach out with her leg and kick him in the back of the head. Duff staggers back and May jumps to her feet. Duff charges at her, but May trips him up with a drop toe hold, leaving Duff hanging on the middle rope. The crowd cheers, knowing what to expect next. May bounces off of the ropes and hits the Loose the Dogs! Except for that Duff catches her and throws her over his shoulders with a vicious fallaway slam that bounces May across the ring and out to the floor. Duff tries to catch his breath, and May stirs on the outside. Duff goes over to the ropes as May stands up and grabs her by the hair, pulling her back toward the ring. She's up on the apron and Duff begins to pull her in through the middle rope, but she's quick to give him a shoulder butt to the ribs, doubling him over in pain.

Jon Jon McDaniel: May has definitely got the upper hand right now!

Brian Rentfro: Sheesh, and you talk about me being bad with the innuendos....

May jumps to the top rope and hits a missile dropkick that knocks Duff to the corner. She's quick into the ring and begins to pummel Duff against the turnbuckles before she executes a brilliant backflip corner kick. She follows it up with a corner splash, and finishes it off with a springboard bulldog. May rolls Duff over and goes for the pin.



Kick out! Duff throws May off of him.

Brian Rentfro: Duff is the luckiest man in the world right now.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Because he escaped being pinned?

Brian Rentfro: No! Because he just had May Havoc smoosh her boobs against him twice in one sequence of moves! Are you a man or what, McDaniel?

Jon Jon McDaniel: No wonder our viewership with women is so low....

May bounces to her feet and is quick to start stomping on Duff while he's down. She braces herself and lands a B-E-A-U-tiful standing corkscrew senton. Duff is obviously winded, and May jumps to her feet. Duff props himself up on the ropes, and May comes flying in with the Loose the Dogs! Duff is out in the middle of the ring and May is grabbing at her arm. It takes her a while, but eventually, she works up the strength to launch herself into the Dogs of War! Cover!



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Kick out!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Whoa! Duff kicked out of the Dogs of War!

Brian Rentfro: Inconceivable! That move is perfect in every way, just like May Havoc!

Jon Jon McDaniel: The Grizzly Beer champion doesn't look one bit impressed.

May argues with the referee that it was obviously a three-count, but Cross declines. May begins to try to persuade him with sweet talk, but Cross again declines, leading to her slapping him in the face.

Brian Rentfro: I knew Dwayne Cross didn't like girls.

May turns around and goes to attack Duff again, but Duff is quick to whip her into the corner with all of his strength. She hits the turnbuckle hard, and stumbles back. Duff locks in the half-nelson choke hold, lifting May off of the ground! May fights the hold, elbowing at Duff and biting at his arm, but Duff just squeezes her neck harder, cutting off her air. Her eyes roll back in her head and Duff quickly plants her with the Dragonfly Suplex! The crowd cheers. Cross floats over to make the count.





Eric Emerson: Here is your winner, the PWA Intercontinental champion, Duff Côte d'Ivoiiiire!!!

It's Still on

Fading back from a commercial advertising PWA's Summer Sizzler, we open to the curious image of both Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins. The malicious Viper is pacing the ring back and forth, seemingly upset. Okay, obviously upset. Jacob keeps a quiet exterior as he stands off to the corner, folding his arms, he too looking irked.

Hunter: "I'm not Impressed."

Sullivan stops for a moment, eying over the crowd who treat him with disrespect.

Hunter: "With all the news coming out of last week, with all that went down, with the tasty appetizer of revenge against the Cowgirls, beating the former PWA world champion Anna Mathews, and firmly stating our importance amongst the roster; well there was a trickle of news that struck harsher than any other. Meghan Nash Strader has been removed from active duty."

Hunter pauses, bringing up his hand, and slowly, almost like fighting off a temper tantrum, clenches it viciously.

"Duff, you son of a bitch, you STOLE from me the satisfaction of dehumanizing and breaking that attention whoring bitch. You took from me a great moment, you took from these fans a fantastic match, a fantasy match that had never before happened. You did that Duff, you did. And brag...., brag all you want. Litter the comment throughout all your future promotional videos, staple it onto the accolades of your IC title run, go right ahead. But what you have done, what you have unintentionally accomplished, is painting a very, very, ugly bulls eye upon your chest."

"Meghan liked to say God forgives, but she was wrong."

"We don't, we won't, and you'll learn that soon enough."

Sullivan goes quiet for a moment before shaking his head, an idea.

"Actually, Y'know what? You want to take something away from me? You want get in the way of something that hardly concerns you? The cliche runs true, pay-back is a bitch. See, it turns out I'm now free at Sizzler, and wow, here you are without an opponent for your new IC belt."

An arrogant smirk.

"Imagine that."

"I think It's about time someone shoved a steel pipe into the gears of your triumphant return. That Someone is going to be me. you can consider that a challenge asshole."

Jacob comes out of the corner, slowly taking the microphone away from Hunter who hands him the stick without issue, backing away and shaking his head in irritation at the scenario.

Jacob: "That, however, leaves a rather open gap in the tag division. G.o.D is now the only team walking this hall, the only formidable team anyway. The problem however, is the fact there is a few pieces of gold that we are lacking. Consider today a hit-list of sorts because we are, as of right now, declaring ourselves the number one contenders for the current tag team belts. Matt Stone and I have some unfinished business, and it's about time I extract from the history books a measure of revenge. This is a forewarning, this is a polite gesture because you've had months to find a proper tag team partner, And it looks to me like it's about to strike midnight Cinderella. You're on the clock."

"And while I'm at it, Simon Kalis has yet to speak up even an Iota about my challenger for Manito-"

With that PWA's Titan-Tron flickers to life with the rhythmic sounds of The Cowgirls from Hell's Theme music. The fans explode into cheers! Hunter and Jacob circle the ring, eying the entrance-way as none other than Tamika Nash Strader walks out on stage. She's not dressed up in her ring gear, she doesn't look like she's here to fight, but the look on her face? That tells another story.

Tamika: "You arrogant cunts."

She stands her ground at the top of the ramp, looking down at the two wrestlers.

Tamika: "You think you can just up and declare yourselves number one contenders? By doing what exactly? Beating the Gokudo? Wow, great job. That's not how things work around here, and you should very much know better than that."

Sullivan leans over the top rope and sputters into his microphone.

Hunter: "I'd love to beat whatever tag team in the back thinks they can beat us. Right now, come one, come all!"

Tamika rolls her eyes.

Tamika: "Let me ask you a question Hunter, what makes you think our match is off?"

With that the fans erupt into a chorus of cheers! A cowgirls chant starts out as Tamika smiles down into the ring. Jacob doesn't appreciate the gesture, chuckling to himself.

Jacob: " And I suppose Meghan is going to wrestle in a wheel chair is she?"

Tamika's eyes glare deep down into the ring.

Tamika: "Figgy, We both know that life is unfair. Sometimes things happen, sometimes they happen for a reason, and sometimes, just sometimes, you are given a small silver lining amongst all the bad. Sometimes G.O.D, you find out that your injuries aren't as bad as you thought, sometimes you come to realize you got just enough left in the tank for one... more... match."

With that Meghan Nash Strader, wrapped intensely in bandages walks out onto stage. Her eyes gleam with passion, an unresolved purpose sputters out of her demeanor. Fans are loving it, cheering for the cowgirls as Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins grit their teeth, not sure how to take the news they have just been presented.

Meghan: "God Forgives."

Crowd/Meghan: "But I don't."

Jethro Hayes vs. Akemi Hayashi

Collar and elbow lockup, Akemi quickly losing the advantage there, she drops the hold, floats behind Jethro dropkick to the back of the big man. He stumbles into the corner, grabs the two sets of ropes, turns around. Ducking the clothesline, he sends Akemi over the top rope to land on the apron. Akemi with a kick through the ropes, catching Jethro in the ribs. He holds at his ribs as she delivers another swift kick. Finally, Jethro stumbles back. Akemi grabs the top rope and leaps, dropkick through the top and middle rope, making Jethro double over. Gripping the top rope once more, Akemi leaps again this time actually flying into the ring to hit a senton, taking the big man to the mat.

JON MCDANIEL: Akemi, rather quick to take down Jethro with a flourish.

BRIAN RENTFRO: But how well would she do when she pretty much announced her strategys this week.

Akemi stalks the prone Jethro circling aound him, before she brings her foot down to stomp upon one of his hands. Akemi goes to stomp upon the other but Jethro rolls out of the way and back to his feet. Jethro immediatly bagn to fire chops to Akemi that made her back into the corner. Jethro fired a shoulder block into her midsection. He soon lifted her from the corner and planted Akemi with a spinebuster.

BRIAN RENTFRO: A power move from jethro is very hard to kick out of

JON MCDANIEL: Akemi looks like she's not going down so easy

She grabs him around the head, pulling him up to his feet, forearm to his chest, European uppercut sends him into the corner. Front dropkick to Jethro's knees nearly causes him to drop down to the canvas on his wounded knee, but the European uppercut gets him back up vertically in the corner. Akemiwith a knife edge chop, she turns sprinting to the middle of the ring. Turning back to face Jethro she sprints, runs up Jethro, kicking him in the chest as she reaches his chest and flips backwards. She finishes it off with another dropkick to Jethro's knee that she has decided to work over in this match, the right knee of Jethro has got to be giving him some pain now. She drapes the leg over the middle rope, grabs the ankle, and bends the knee over the middle rope to cause even more pain and damage to that leg, Jethro is breathing heavily now, the sweat pouring from his forehead. Elbow drop onto Akemi'sback, she loosens the hold, another elbow drop, she drops the hold completely. She looks up at Jethro, swinging out with a right hand, Jethro hooks her in a half nelson, turning around slamming her down to the mat with a half nelson slam., Akemi'sfoot lands under the bottom rope, so no cover is made. Jethro grabs a quick breather, but moves quickly when he notices Akemimoving beside him. He pulls her to her feet, Akemiwith another arm trap crossface, slamming Jethro down in the middle of the ring, she is working on the shoulder and right leg of Jethro, possibly stopping him from both of his finishers.

JON MCDANIEL: Akemi is relentless tonight

BRIAN RENTFRO: Akemi has showed an oddly calculating side we did see coming

Jethro isn't so quick to push up this time and get to the ropes, but he slowly begins to make his way there. He reaches out for the bottom rope when Akemireleases the arm trap crossface, jumps into the air springs back from the ropes with a knee drop onto Jethro's right shoulder. She sits him up against the ropes, she runs to the opposite ropes, sliding forearm smash into Jethro's face sends him outside of the ring. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle, measuring the distance to her prey. She dives as Jethro reaches his hands and knees; diving headbutt from the top rope to the outside, it nails Jethro and both are down here on the outside of the ring.


Akemipulls Jethro up to his knees, forearm smash rocks him on his knees.


Knife edge chop smacks on his t-shirt covered chest as the referee continues counting here in the match.


A gamengiri kick from Akemisends Jethro onto his right side as Akemipicks herself back up to stand over the current PWA World Champion.


Jethro is struggling to get up and as Akemibends over him, he grabs her tights, sending her head first into the railing around ringside.


Her head smashes off of the railing, and Jethro begins to pick himself up from the matting.


BRIAN RENTFRO: Why did jethro do that?


JON MCDANIEL: I think Akemi wouldn't have hesitated to do the same thing.


Jethro whips Akemiback to the ring, her back slams hard into the ring apron, she falls down to the floor.


Jethro rolls Akemiinto the ring and the count is stopped. Jethro follows Akemiinside, to continue the match, he is limping slightly on his right leg. He pulls Akemiup to her feet, scoop slam in front of the turnbuckles, Jethro climbs up. Diving leg drop across Akemi'schest and throat, but Jethro gets off of Akemiquickly knowing that is not enough to put Akemi away. He walks down to her feet, grabs an ankle in both hands and prepares for The Combine Seat to wear Akemiout some. Akemigrabs Jethro's head and rolls him up in a pin.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Jethro manages to kick out at the last second to prevent the loss.

JON MCDANIEL: Close call there.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Jethro needs to watch out for things like that.

Jethro is back up to his feet,holding one of Akemi's ankles in his hand, elbow drop onto her right knee, he grinds the elbow into the side of her knee. Jethro drops the ankle, gets back up, drops another elbow onto the knee. Akemiis in the ropes now, preventing Jethro from another elbow drop to her knee, he backs up allowing her to pull herself up to a vertical base. Jethro charges, Akemidrops down, holding onto the top rope. Jethro goes over the top rope to the floor, but no he lands on the ring apron. He taps Akemion the shoulder, right from Jethro, right from Akemi, right from Jethro, another right from Akemiand these two are going all out here in this match. Jethro gets the upperhand, hooks Akemifor a vertical suplex to the outside, he has her up. Akemitwists in mid air coming down behind Jethro. She quickly wraps her arms around his waist as she is falling, German suplex from the ring apron slams Jethro's right shoulder into the floor, and he is hurt, Akemiis hurt, they are both hurt here. The referee foregoes the mandatory ten count to check on these two, neither of which are moving yet. As the ref hops down from the apron, Akemistirs, and the crowd's held breath releases a bit. Jethro moves as well, and the crowd releases the rest of the collective breath. The referee checks on both and signals that they are fine, he rolls back inside the ring where he starts the ten count.

CROWD: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

BRIAN RENTFRO: My sentiments exactly.

JON MCDANIEL: That has got to be painful.

Akemipulls herself up by the railing as the referee gets "one" out; Jethro is up on his hands and knees, shaking his head. He reaches out to grasp the apron and is successful in pulling himself up to a vertical base, he turns to find Akemi with an Abisegiri or rolling wheel kick, sends the back of his head crashing into the unforgiving apron. The referee's count is up to four now as Jethro is unconscious on the floor, Akemitrying to roll him back inside the ring. She finally gets him inside and climbs to the top turnbuckle; diving forearm smash across his throat and she hooks the leg.

One... Two... Thre--NO! Jethro gets a shoulder up just before the referee is to slap the three. Akemican't believe it, the crowd can't believe it, the referee neither. Akemidoesn't waste any time though, she grabs the ankle of Jethro and drags him into the middle of the ring, where she rolls him over, synching in an Argentine leglock submission hold, Jethro grunts from the pain. He begins yet another crawl for the ropes and a garanteed break, he reaches out, but Akemiprevents the break as shegets him back to the center of the ring. While the hold is loosened, Jethro rolls over sending Akemitumbling down to the mat, she catches herself quickly, Jethro kicks out with the bottom of his foot catching her in the back. She is basically shoved into the corner and when she rebounds, Jethro is there with a swinging neckbreaker sending them both back down to the canvas. They are both on their back in the middle of the ring, the referee begins to count again. Akemirolls over onto her front as Jethro pushes himself up to a kneeling position. Akemiin the ropes uses them for leverage to pull herself up, Jethro pushes himself up, grunting, vertically. Akemiwith a running enzuigiri Jethro ducks under, catches her foot, wheelbarrow facebuster, Jethro falls back to now lean on the ropes. He is gasping for breath here in this match, but neither is going to be defeated easily. He grabs an ankle, half Boston crab to Akemi, he sits back on the hold, driving the pain deep into her body. She reaches out and grabs the bottom rope in her hands, the referee informs Jethro who breaks the hold immediately turning to face Akemi. He grabs her, Irish whip into the ropes, she leap frogs over Jethro, she rebounds he ducks under as she runs over him. As she comes back again, sitout spinebuster slams her back first onto the canvas, Jethro makes a cover.

One... Two... Thre- -Akemi with a shoulder up! Akemi got her shoulder up!

JON MCDANIEL: Akemi showing just how strong her will power is

BRIAN RENTFRO: Resilience runs thicker than blood in her veins.

Jethro pulls her up to her feet again, Akemiwith a right sends Jethro backwards. Jethro with a short arm clothesline, but keeps Akemifrom hitting the mat. Akemispins Jethro around quickly for a neckbreaker, Jethro grabs Akemi, Hangman's facebreaker, and Akemiappears to be out cold! Jethro falls to the side after the facebreaker, it cost his shoulder and knee something fierce, he holds at his knee as he begins struggling to get back up. He grunts lifting Akemiinto an Argentine backbreaker rack position, he falls to the side with a inverted Death Valley driver, but he doesn't have enough to cover. The referee begins the ten count once more in this match. He is up to five when Jethro rolls over, six when Akemiis on her hands and knees. He hollers out "Nine!" as Jethro stands up at the same instant that Akemiis up vertically, both sway on their feet and stare at each other. They give the other a respectful nod before a collar and elbow attempt. Akemiducks under Jethro's outstretched arm,backwards dropkick to the back of Jethro's right knee sends him stumbling towards the corner, he slams face first onto the top turnbuckle. Akemi, showing some energy is over quickly to deliver a dropkick to Jethro's back. She runs up the ropes, enzuigiri sends her over the top rope but she lands on the apron. Holding onto the top rope, she spins around sending the point of her elbow into Jethro's temple, she kicks the right knee of Jethro for good measure. She holds onto the ropes again, delivering a series of front kicks to Jethro's forehead, he falls back from the corner. Akemi kips up to the top turnbuckle, sunset flip over Jethro and she holds it for a pin.

One... Two... Thre--Jethro kicks out. Akemiis thrown to the side from the force.

JON MCDANIEL: That resilience runs in Jethro's bloodstream too, huh Brian?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Jethro just has a really thick skull.

Akeminods, knowing that this is the way of Jethro, to give it his all, it is also her way. She goes to pull his big fram from the mat when he shoots up, nailing her witha right hand sending her backwards. Another, another; Irish whip sends Akemiback into the ropes. As she rebounds, Somoan drop down to the canvas, Jethro goes down into a three point stance in the corner, near Akemi. She gets groggily up to her feet and slowly turns, Jethro shoots out of the corner with The Plow! Akemicounters by using Jethro's momentum to hip toss him over, but he lands on his feet falling into the corner where he catches himself. He turns quickly as Akemihas gotten back to her feet, looking stunned. Jethro shoots out again, this time with a clothesline attempt, Akemiwith a drop toe hold, she moves quickly. Akemisits on Jethro's upper back and puts both of Jethro's arms over her legs for a camel clutch. Akemithen stands slightly and pushes Jethro's head down and she ends up on her knees with Jethro's shoulders pinned to the mat and trapped under her legs.

JON MCDANIEL: A back mounted cradle pin!

One... Two... Thr--Jethro grunts as he manages to kick out of this pin; Akemiis again amazed. The crowd is standing on their feet for this match, being half and half for the two inside of the ring. Jethro up to his feet, Akemiwith a side headlock, Jethro elbows her in the ribs, she loosens the side headlock. Another elbow breaks the hold. Jethro with a quick bulldog down to the canvas. Both Akemiand himself are up to their feet showing energy that they had seemingly lost during the match. Akemiwith a savate kick to Jethro's chin... NO! Jethro catches the ankle flipping Akemiover into an anklelock, but Akemiis quickly in the ropes and the hold broken. She charges at Jethro who hooks her quickly into a full nelson, slamming her down to the canvas with a sit out full nelson atomic drop.

JON MCDANIEL: What a powerful move

BRIAN RENTFRO: Will it be enough?

Jethro picks Akemiup, tossing her onto his injured shoulder, running powerslam sends her back down to the canvas in the opposite corner. She gets up again and Jethro charges in SAVATEKICK, SAVATEKICK, SAVATEKICK three kicks in successiontake jethro to the mat

BRIAN RENTFRO: She calls that Blizzard. It just hurts

JON MCDANIEL: It nearly took Jethro's head off, but can she capitalize?

Indeed she cannot make a cover, the adrenaline rush from minutes earlier having evaporated. Akemistruggles up to her feet as Jethro pulls himself up slowly in the corner. In the middle of the ring once again, Irish whip from Jethro and a reversal from Akemisends Jethro into the ropes. Akemi slips behind Jethro, crossing his arms over him. SHATTERED SNOWFLAKE but Akemi wasn't done, she rolls Jethro over, locking in the TIMELESS WINTER...Jethro Submits
Eric Emerson: Here is your winner, by way of submission AKEMMMI HAYASHI
Jon Jon McDaniel: In only her second match back, Akemi has claimed a win over the world champion
Brian Rentfro: Are we about to see Akemi go on another tear to championship gold