World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Welcome to Summer Sizzler '13

Static is seen on a fuzzy TV screen. A man stands up from the chair in front of the TV and hits it a few times. On his last hit the static unscrambles to see the AOWF logo flash on the screen. That fades into darkness. But that darkness is broken up by the clips are various great matches that have gone on throughout the PWA’s history.

“Empires have their ups and downs. Their moment when everything seems to go their way. Then at other moments…everything seems to crumble. But the truly great empires know how to pull themselves up from the ashes and back towards greatness.”

The clips stop and the scene now switches to the PWA HQ building lobby where all the staff and behind the scene workers are standing. Suddenly a voice is heard over the loud speaker.


The staff and workers explode with energy, running around to make sure everything is ready. Happy to be back to work, calls are made. Matches are booked. Tickets are sold. SUMMER SIZZLER IS HERE. The sounds of Johnny Cash’s “No Grave Can Hold Me Down” fill the TV’s speakers as we finally know…it’s show time.

There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

Cody Bogard is seen sitting by a hotel pool with the PWA World Heavyweight Title, when a poolboy swims a phone on a silver platter over to him. The pool boy hands the phone over to Cody. Cody smiles and looks at the camera.


When I hear that trumpet sound
I'm gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

The scene then switches to Hunter Sullivan at a bar, having a few drinks. The phone at the bar rings and the bartender hands it over to Hunter. Hunter listens to what the voice says over the phone before smiling and handing it back to the bartender. Hunter grabs his drink and heads towards the door.

Bartender: Hey…you can’t take that drink outside.

Hunter: My bad.

Hunter tosses the drink in the nearby trash. As the camera focuses on the drink we see it’s a can of beer. “Duff” beer.

Well, look way down the river
What do you think I see
I see a band of angels
And there coming after me

The scene switches to a fan fest in Miami. The cameras come up on the PWA Grizzly Beer championship rest on a table next to the champ, May Havoc. May is signing autographs when a man walks up to her table and hands her a box of Fig Netwons and a note. May smiles and excuses herself, saying its time to get back to work.

There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

The scene then switches to a Pro Wrestling Training Gym. Viktor Stone is seen working with the year’s rookie class when one of the gym hands brings him a piece of paper with the words, PWA on it. Stone reads what’s on the paper and grins. He ends his training session early. He looks down at the paper one more time before mouthing the words, It’s about fucking time.

We'll look down younder Gabriel
Put your feet on the land and see
But Gabriel don't blow your trumpet
Till you hear from me

The scene now changes to outside of the Metlife arena. The crowd is starting to build and the people are buzzing to see if the PWA can still do a good show. Some B level stars and a few A listers are being ushered in as you can spot reps from a few TV stations on hand.

There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

The scene now switched to the announcer table where McDaniel and Rentfro are ready to get started.

Brian Rentfro: And after a few weeks work stoppage, we are back in business, baby!!!

Jon McDaniel: Yes, now you can pay for all that illegal porn you’ve been downloading.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, hey…socks need love too!!

Jon McDaniel: Lord…anyway my broadcasting partner is right. After being off for a few weeks, the PWA is back and what a note we are back on. Summer Sizzler with a small but action packed card. Almost all the titles are on the line and with a mystery match looming and Viktor Stone looking to get back on the winning path, this is gonna be one for the books. Take it away Eric.

Just A Wee Bit Pissed

Jon McDaniel: As some of you know, as part of the PWA's Community Relations campaign, some of our superstars took part in a "Stuff the Bus" event to help collect school supplies for underprivileged youth. At one of these events, there was an incident involving "The Boston Bulldog" Shawn O'Reilly. Cellular phone video of this incident was sent to the PWA, just before the show started. This footage is raw and unedited, so there will be some profanity, so viewer discretion is advised.

Two voices are heard in the midst of a conversation as they walk up in line for an autograph session with PWA stars.

"Dude, I can't believe we're gonna get free tickets to Summer Sizzler and some free swag, plus autographs."

"I know, bro. And we get to help out the kids, too."

"Uhh, yeah. That, too. Look, there's Hardcore Snowfall. OOH,and Lacey Gloria!"

"Dude, she's sooo hot!"

"I know, right? Hell, yeah! There's Shawn O'Reilly!"

"Hey, Shawn! How's it goin? I'm a big fan!"

Shawn O'Reilly: Thanks, kid. Thanks for comin out and donating to the cause.

"Hey, Shawn! Why aren't you on the card, tonight?"

Shawn O'Reilly: I don't know, kid, you tell me. They tell me there's not a spot on the card for another match. I'm callin bullshit on that one.

"So you gonna be at the show tomorrow night? Maybe I'll see ya there?"

Shawn O'Reilly: Hell no, kid. I'm takin my ass back to Boston, findin a seat at The Green Briar, and watch it suck with some of my pals over a few pints. Fuck Summer Sizzler...and Fuck The PWA!

O'Reilly throws his stack of 8x10 glossy photos into the air. Lacey Gloria scoots away from him, frightened. A PWA event organizer runs over, followed by a security guard.


O'Reilly shoves the official down to the ground.


The security guard steps up to face O'Reilly. O'Reilly stands on his tip toes to look the guard in the eye.

Shawn O'Reilly: What are you gonna do?

O'Reilly mocks the guard.

Shawn O'Reilly: Ooooh...don't taze me, bro!

Marvin Wood, who was also in attendance, steps in to try to defuse the situation, only to be rebuffed by O'Reilly.

Shawn O'Reilly: No, Marvin! Don't even try! We put on a classic match at Rampage! They could've at least booked us in a rematch tomorrow night! But they don't have a spot for either one of us. They got a spot for ??? vs ???, but not for us?
They're fuckin me! They're fuckin you! Not a spot for us?

O'Reilly walks away from the event, hailing a cab. The fan with the phone can be heard before the footage cuts off.

"He is sooo fired!"

The video cuts back to Eric Emerson waiting in the ring.

Bodie vs Viktor Stone

Singles Match


“Fanfare for the Common Man” begins to play as the arena goes dark. At the 41 second mark of the song, the sound of a cowbell is heard as “The Common Man Boogie” begins to play indoor fireworks go off and red, white, and blue.

spotlights criss- cross the arena.
He's just a common working hard with his hands
He's just a common man working hard for the man
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm
(American Dream)
If you are black or white
Redneck funky that's alright
Blue eyed with a lot of soul
Common man has got his goal.
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm
(American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
(American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
A Dream , A Dream , A Dream
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)

Bodie Vera Cruz comes out to a thunderous ovation. He’s dressed in faded jeans with one side of the cuffs stuck into the top of his old beat up cowboy boots. He is wearing a black pleather muscle shirt covered with big red polka dots. He’s wearing an old black top hat with a chicken foot attached to the front of the hatband. Bodie is juking and jiving his way to the ring, his prosthetic belly jiggling as he bounces around, high fivng the fans. He walks over to a fan and whispers in her ear. The woman hands him what appears to be a hot dog and a beer. Americana takes a big bite of the hotdog, a swig from the beer, and plants a kiss on the woman’s cheek. He then resumes the juking and jiving to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This would be a good time to thank our sponsors/caterers….Fat Daddy’s Bar-B-Q and Polygamy Porter Beer.

Brian Rentfro: That’s right! Fat Daddy’s BBQ…”We put meat on your buns!” and Polygamy Porter Beer..”Why have just one?” I love my job.

A ring attendant hands him an American flag, which he takes into the ring with him. He climbs the middle rope, waving the flag to the ovation of the fans and more fireworks. He goes to each corner, repeating the flag waving. He then hands the flag back to the attendant, and returns to his juking and jiving.

Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
(American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
A Dream , A Dream , A Dream
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)
Hey He's Amerrrrrrrrrrriiccann Dreammm (American Dream)


Mr. Americana steps to the center of the ring, raises his hands in the air, and lets out a big belch, forcing Emerson to take a couple of steps back. Americana then backs into his corner, leaning against the turnbuckles, waiting for his opponent.


A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

Jon McDaniel: No more fun and games now.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck


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.


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


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 crowd gives The Beast a mixed reaction, though it’s mostly cheers.

Jon McDaniel: The Beast making a return to action this week after a brutal war against Sykopath on the last Rampage.

Brian Rentfro: The man has a lot of balls coming back after a war like that. Maybe not as much as he did before Sykopath’s fork, but….

Jon McDaniel: You didn’t really just say that, did you? Let’s go back up to the ring.

Referee Scott Swindell calls for the bell. Stone and Mr. Americana circle each other cautiously as they prepare to lock up. Just as Stone goes to lock up, Mr. Americana sidesteps him and begins to strut around the ring. He then begins to juke and jive, finshing with a crotch grab directed at Stone. The crowd erupts in laughter. Stone glares at Mr. Americana. Americana recoils in shock, then rolls out of the ring and takes the mic from Eric Emerson.

Mr. Americana: Don’ you give me no thtink eye, Vikta Thtone, you egg thuckin dog!

More laughter form the fans.

Jon McDaniel: Riling Viktor Stone like this may not be the best strategy for Mr. Americana.

Brian Rentfro: You can see the steam rising from Stone’s head! He’s pissed!

Mr. Americana rolls back into the ring and invites The Beast to engage in a test of strength. As Stone goes to lock hands, Mr. Americana pulls away again, strutting, juking, and jiving around the ring. This time he ends his performance with a crotch chop, which infuriates Stone.

Stone charges at Mr. Americana, who throws up his elbow, as if threatening to unleash an elbowsmash. Stone stops in his tracks, and takes 2 steps backwards.

Referee Swindell steps in and admonishes Americana to actually engage with Stone. Mr. Americana responds with the same threatening gesture, causing Swindell to fall to the mat, and beg off, Threatening Americana with disqualification.

Mr. Americana walks over to the ref and extends his hand to help him up. As he begins to help Swindell up, The Beast attacks with a series of kicks to Mr. Americana’s “belly” Mr. America doubles over in pain, then falls to his knees.

Jon McDaniel: Can anyone tell me how, exactly, he actually feels pain when Stone kicks him in that apparatus?

Brian Rentfro: Viktor Stone kicks hard. Really hard.

Stone continues the assault with kicks to the ribs and the head of Mr. Americana. Americana begins to will himself to his feet as the Beast presses the attack. He pushes Mr. Americana into the corner and fires off another series of kicks, this time mixing leg kicks and body kicks. Americana begins to slump in the corner. Stone grabs Mr. Americana in a Muay Thai plumb and begins to bring knees into Americana’s “belly” and head.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know how much more of this onslaught that Mr. Americana can take.

Brian Rentfro: Me neither. We may see another catastrophic abdominal injury like we did during the Golduff epic battle.

Stone backs off at the referee’s request, then rushes back in with a flying knee attack to Mr. Americana’s head, drawing a loud response from the crowd. Americana slumps to the mat in the corner of the ring as Swindell backs Stone away. The Beast complies, backing into the adjacent corner. He the runs in with a running low Yakuza kick in the corner.

Jon McDaniel: The Beast is in complete control!

Brian Rentfro: And Mr. Americana is busted open!

Mr. Americana wipes his brow, sees the blood, and pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes. He begins to shake with anger.

Stone charges in with a left hook, but Mr. Americana responds with a left jab. Stone fires off a straight right, which Americana answers with an open hand chop to the chest. Stone goes for a knock-out hook, but Americana blocks it. He hits Stone with a left jab. He then begins to shuffle around the ring like Ali, peppering Stone with left jab after left jab. He then spins his hand like he’s hitting a speedbag, then drops Stone with a hard elbow smash.

Jon McDaniel: Down goes The Beast!

Americana grabs Stone’s left leg and applies the spinning toe hold. He repeats the spinning toe hold 3 times then hooks in the figure four, bringing the crowd to its feet.
Stone threatens to tap to the pressure, but somehow holds on and fights his way to the ropes, forcing the break. He beats Mr. Americana to his feet and hits a running knee strike to the side of Americana’s head, sending him through the ropes to the floor. The Beast follows the fallen common man to the floor.

Stone stomps the bloody head of Mr. Americana. He pulls Americana to his feet and hits a high kick to the side of the head. Americana falls across the broadcast table sending McDaniel and Rentfro scurrying in opposite directions. Stone picks up McDaniel’s chair and puts it under Americana’s head. He takes Rentfro’s chair, folds it shut and raises it above his head. Just before he can bring it down for the CT Conchairto, Americana kicks Stone in the groin.

Brian Rentfro: You gotta feel for Viktor Stone. His balls get no respect!

Jon McDaniel: Where in the hell do you come up with this stuff?

Mister Americana begins to go after Stone, but is distracted by a beautiful woman sitting at ringside. He walks over to her and begins to whisper in her ear. She giggles, blushing, and hands Mr. Americana her pretzel. He takes the pretzel, seductively bites a piece of it off, then plants a big, open mouth kiss on the woman, who responds in kind.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God! I think I’m gonna hurl!

Brian Rentfro: That’s not the way you’re supposed to share food.

Mr. Americana releases his hold on the woman, who falls back into her seat, fanning herself. She stands back up, a little weak in the knees, and hands him her beer. He takes a big swig from the cup. Stone walks up behind Americana and spins him around by the arm. As soon as Americana faces Stone, he spews the mouthful of beer in the face of The Beast. Stone staggers backward, trying to wipe the beer from his eyes. Americana follows up and hits him with a big elbowsmash that splits Stone open. He then rolls the Beast into the ring. Americana climbs up to the top rope, readying himself for a big cross-body block. Stone pops to his feet runs up the turnbuckles and hits an avalanche exploder suplex, sending Mr. Americana crashing to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Mr. Americana is down…and may be out!

Brian Rentfro: And looks like Stone is giving the signal for the end.

Jon McDaniel: He’s getting him on his shoulders. ..Requiem for Sanity coming up!

The lights in the arena go out


The interior of the ring is surrounded by lit candles and a spotlight shines down on the center of the ring. Lying on the mat is a small doll in Viktor Stone’s likeness, with a fork stuck in the doll’s groin.


Stone drops Mr. Americana to the mat and kicks the doll out of the ring. Suddenly, Sykopath’s face pops up on the ADC Tron.

He speaks in Haitian Creole, with English Subtitles
Sykopath: Viktor, Viktor, Viktor.
Trè tèt chaje, zanmi m 'yo. Trè, trè tèt chaje.
(Very foolish, my friend. Very, very foolish.)
Ou ap medyòk ak fòs ale pi lwen ke ou konprann zanmi m 'yo.
(You are trifling with forces well beyond your understanding my friend.)
Ou vle voye yon mesaj m ', byen, lage l' avè m 'nan moun zanmi m' yo.
(You wish to send a message to me, well, deliver it to me in person my friend.)
Orevwa, Viktor.
(Goodbye, Viktor.)
Oh, epi ou ka vle gade dèyè ou.
(Oh, and you may want to look behind you.)

The ADC Tron goes black as the lights come back up. Stone turns around and walks right into a Mr. Americana bodyslam. Americana backs into the corner and runs out, dropping a huge elbow drop on the Beast.

Jon McDaniel: Cover!

The crowd explodes as Mr. Americana jumps up off Stone. He raises his arms in the air and begins to jump up and down.


The beautiful woman from ringside climbs over the railing, eluding security , and slides into the ring. She jumps into Mr. Americana’s arms and begins kissing him passionately. Security enters the ring, but is waved away by Mr. Americana, who is still kissing the lady.

Jon McDaniel: Ahem.

Brian Rentfro: *whistles awkwardly, as if trying to ignore what’s going on, but he can’t*

The womans slides out of Mr. Americana’s arms and raises his hand in victory.

Jon McDaniel: I’ve just been told that this young lady is none other than Cindy Lou Jenkins, Mr. Americana’s , um, friend.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Mr. Americana’s gonna get paid and lai….

Jon McDaniel: BRIAN! Let’s get ready for our next match, if you please.

Brian Rentfro: No…it’s if you weel.

Challenging G.O.D.s

We return from a highlight package to see Emperor Ian, Kelly Keagan, and Funk Dogg in the ring. The first two are carrying their BWF tag titles and Funk has a mic.

Jon McDaniel: What is this?

Funk Dogg: New Jersey, show some love for the BWF tag team champions!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction for Ian and Kelly. Ian takes the mic.

Brian Rentfro: This ain’t the BWF guys. Get lost.

Emperor Ian: Thank you. Well we’ll make this short and sweet, cause with five whole matches on the card, there ain’t much time for us. We came here for one reason, to rescue the PWA tag team division the same way we are saving the Blazenwing tag scene. For more than eight months, Matt Stone has been sitting on the tag belts, rarely bothering to appear on PWA tv much less defend the belts. His last defense was back on April 21st. Any competently run promotion would not have allowed this to happen, but as we all know, the PWA has fallen far from its glory days.

The crowd boos at this.

Jon McDaniel: Hey, who the hell do you think you are “Emperor”?!

Emperor Ian: Hey I don’t mean to diss the place. This company gave me my start, and I want to help build it back up. That’s why I brought my team here to Summer Sizzler. Naturally, Stone is not scheduled to defend the belts on this card. Well I know he’s here, and if he has any balls, he’ll come out and say hi.

They wait, while nobody comes out.

Emperor Ian: I don’t expect much from Matt. He showed his true colors when he pussied out and walked out of the BWF tag title match. He knows what I can do. He knows what Kelly can do. He’s scared.

They wait for Stone to change his mind, but nobody answers. Ian shrugs his shoulders.

Emperor Ian: Keep hiding bro, we’ll...

He’s interrupted by A Perfect Circle, as G.O.D make their entrance.

Hunter Sullivan: Hold the fuck on Ian! There’s no fucking way two BWF losers are getting title shots before G.O.D.! While you and that girl have been jerking off in the bush leagues, Figgy and I have been here week-in and week-out kicking ass. When Stone finally shows up again, we’re going to be the ones unleashing a plague of biblical proportions and driving him into the mat. And then, perhaps we’ll consider giving you two a shot at our gold.

Brian Rentfro: No way, don’t let those Gayzenwing fags get a shot! You want the belts to end up in a trash can?

Jon McDaniel: Hey don’t use the f-word Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I was calling them British cigarettes.

Emperor Ian: Hey I don’t care who I have to face for the titles, as long as we get our shot. Well folks, enjoy the rest of the show.

Ian, Kelly, and Funk exit the ring and walk up the ramp, where they exchange words with G.O.D. as they pass by.

Jacob Figgins vs May Havoc

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match

After the ref raises the title belt high into the air, Figgins and May square of. Figgins trying to sucker the champion into a grappling contest but having nothing of it. She keeps her distance from the challenger with a series of well-placed kicks to the ribs. May seemed to be keeping the advantage, even going a little bolder and landing a few running strikes on the European styled grappler. Not to say that Figgins failed to get any licks in, there were a few well timed chops and a couple body blows. But the true momentum shifter came around when Figgins halted May’s charge and landed with a spinning back fist that sloppily connected behind the ear, throwing off her balance long enough for Figgins to strike to the mid-section with a huge knee.

Figgins slaps on a cravat and manipulates May around the ring before suddenly heaving her up for a cravat throw, right into the turnbuckle pads. Figgins hooks the arm of the grounded May and wrenches it while pulling her back to her feet. Once more manipulating May about the ring showing that he was in complete control. To make things worse, every time it seemed May moved to escape, Figgins would drive a knee into her mid-section. It was with a sudden burst of defiance that Finally rolled forword and broke away from the hold.

May charged Figgins once more but Figgy ducked, causing May to spill over the ropes. Or so it seemed, she landed safely on the apron. Figgins decides to charge with his own attack, looking to Lariat poor may onto the floor, but she ducked and gripped his arm, bouncing it across the rope. Figgns took a moment to shake away the sudden pain in his arm, that is when May flew over the ropes and dropkicked Figgins, his sore arm taking the brunt of the attack. The opens soon lead may to take a more technical approach and attacking that injured shoulder from years ago.But after several minutes of attacking the arm, Figgins shown that he still had a good one, by connecting with a hard palm strike, this time deliberately to the ear.
May staggered about, trying to get her bearings when Figgins hopped from the second rope, hitting with a devastating…springboard bell-ringer? It was now made obvious that Figgins was attacking the balance of the highflying champion. But he decided to punish just a bit and slipped May into a double underhook, butterfly suplexing her back first into the turnbuckles. Figgins went for a pin but only got a two count for his troubles. It was there he attempted to pull her back to her feet, but received a face full of forearm.

Figgy staggered back from the hit and may propelled herself forth with a flying double knee strike into the chest of her challenger. Once more working on that injured arm of his before short arming him right into a crescent kick. Figgins was down nursing his arm as May climbed to the turnbuckles. But it was showing she was still rather dizzy and trying to claim her bearings before leaping. Finally she launched, going for the Dogs of war, but Figgy avoids the collision. He hops to his knees and pounds the mat furiously. His head flailing as if in some battle trance. May rose to her knees and Figgins charged, appearing to go for a shining wizard. But instead of a knee, it turns into a triangle choke. A brand new maneuver of Figgy’s that he calls. The Binds of Gliepnir. May taps



'The Lonely Shepherd' by Georghe Zamphir plays from the PA system. The very first blow of the woodwind elicits a huge reaction from the audience, as if a myriad of feelings and memories had suddenly been reawoken in every one of them. Most of it was booing; some gasps of surprise; even some cheers. It is understandable that some would be cheering him, as he is a familiar face amongst a cast of relative newcomers. Seeing Marvin Wood meant that the price of their admission had become slightly more defensible.

And, see Marvin Wood, they do, as he walks to the ring with as little emotion as he has always expressed in said situation. Dour; contemplative, but - other than that - unreadable.

Once in the ring, he retireves a microphone and his music cuts off. This allows the audience to make their feelings known, more clearly, unobstructed and unclouded by music. Although, Marvin's entrance music is not as noisy as some of his contemporaries. The reaction is somewhat the same. Plenty of booing from the casual and younger audience. Some chanting for him by the more informed and smarky audience. After a few seconds, he begins to speak.

"Those of you who know me know that I did not come all the way over here to Summer Sizzler to simply get my face on television. Television time is merely a means to an end for me, and fame is simply a symptom of the end. What is important to me is my career and my accomplishments."

A large portion of the audience urge him to crawl back into the hole from whence he came.

"My accomplishments are plentiful and multiformational. Four-time World Champion. Current Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion. The man who has elevated more careers than anyone else in PWA history. But, I want more."

He lowers his microphone for a moment and nods, before raising it, again.

"I'm tired of this purgatory. I'm tired of taking a break from the main events. I'm tired of regenerating: of having been something, and of being something in the future. The truth is that the only thing that I really care about is my career. When I'm not doing something to do with my career, I sink into depression: I lack purpose. And, again, I'm tired of it. My thirst for greatness has grown to incredible heights, once again. I want to beat every single person that is put in front of me, and I want to once again prove that I am the best that there is, will ever be and ever could be."

A pause and slight grin.

"And, from that...I will once again become...the PWA World Heavyweight Champion."

A large reaction from the audience.

"I am the wrinkle in the gameplan. My greatness overcomes any plans that bureaucracy or the status quo may have in mind. Teresa Quaranta thought that she would dominate Victory Wrestling. I decided that wouldn't happen, by becoming the Victory World Champion. Panzadise thought that he had made an amazing return to prominence. I changed that by beating him for the PWA World Championship. Scott Free thought that he was unbeatable. I changed that in an instant, beating him twice in quick succession to become the eWo World Champion. And, of course, Simon Kalis thought that he could lay Rebel Pro to rest and slowly get over the fact that one of his greatest rivals, 'The Phoenix' Rob Robinson, had finished up his career as the final ever Rebel Pro World Champion. I changed that when I cashed in on my friendship with Rob to become the Rebel Pro World Champion. And, now..!"

He raises a finger.

"It's time to do all of that, again. A new era in the Pioneer Wrestling Association? I think not. Many of the great names in PWA may have left, but one remains. And, that name will continue to dominate PWA until long after these so-called rising stars have given in and gone home. That man's name is Marvin Wood. I have returned to PWA for one reason, and one reason only, and that is to be great...and, through that, be a great PWA World Heavyweight Champion...and, it's going to happen much sooner than any of you think."

'The Nomadic Sage' lowers his microphone and his music plays again. He leaves the ring in his own time, and returns to the backstage area.

Hunter Sullivan vs Duff

PWA Intercontinental Title Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is for the PWA Intercontinental championship!

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

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring...

He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way

Eric Emerson: From St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada...

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 is silent, waiting for the PWA Intercontinental champion to emerge. After a few moments, the opening bars of Pantera's "Revolution Is My Name" blast through the arena. 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. Referee Lance Weston is in charge of ceremonies for this match, he takes the Intercontinental title from Duff and holds it up to the crowd before giving it to the time keeper at ringside.


The two men approach one another. This would be one of those nose-to-nose ordeals, but Duff is so much taller that it's not possible without a step ladder. The challenger shoves the champion, and the champion retaliates, sending Sullivan backwards into the ropes. Sullivan comes back with a sharp elbow to the face, sending Duff reeling. Sullivan whips Duff across the ring, Duff ducks as Sullivan jumps over him, but Duff stops in the middle of the sequence and lands a clothesline to the back of Sullivan's head, bouncing him of of the mat. The crowd cringes at the sound Sully makes.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, and a big lariat from the giant, Duff Côte d'Ivoire. What an opening to the match.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, yeah. It's great.

Jon McDaniel: Are you even paying attention?

Brian Rentfro: Oh, sure. That was a really cool... whoozy-whats-it.

As McDaniel disposes of the porno mag that Rentfro was secretly reading and scolds him off-mic, Duff lifts Sullivan to his feet and shoves him into the corner. Duff with a few hard elbows of his own until Sullivan ducks one and begins driving his shoulder into Duff's abdomen. After Duff falls down, Sullivan circles around and goes for a flying dropkick, but Duff is quick to move and Sullivan crotches himself on the ring post. Again, the crowd cringes.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, right in the Jimmies!

Jon McDaniel: This match has been less about offensive tactics and more about counters so far. One has to wonder how long it can last.

Brian Rentfro: Well, one more shot to the nuts like that, and I'm sure either one of them will be done for.

Duff pulls Sullivan out and begins stomping on him. Duff picks Sullivan up and scoops him up before flinging him across the ring with an enormous fallaway slam. Or he would have, if Hunter Sullivan hadn't caught him and somehow reversed the move into a sick reverse DDT that leaves Duff crumpled on the ground. Sullivan with a float-over cover!



Kick out! Sullivan begins punching Duff in the face while he's down on the ground. Sullivan wants to make a bigger impact, and jumps up for a flying fist drop. Duff spits a tooth across the ring as Sullivan grabs him by the hair to lift him up.

Brian Rentfro: Duff is now officially a Canadian, he's missing at least one tooth.

Jon McDaniel: Duff was officially a Canadian when he obtained dual citizenship, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Well, if you want to be technical about it, sure. This is in the same league as riding a Zamboni naked after drinking a Molson-Labbatt mixer!

Jon McDaniel: I... you know what, it doesn't surprise me that you would think that.

Sullivan with a European uppercut, further damaging Duff's head. Sullivan backs Duff against the ropes, and Duff quickly thumbs him in the eye, a la Mr. Americana if you weel. Sullivan curses and the referee accosts Duff, warning him against any further misconduct. Duff nods and goes back to work against Sullivan, surprising him by lifting Sullivan up onto his shoulders and dropping him with a big electric chair drop! Duff hooks the leg.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Hunter Sullivan won't give in that easily, he's worked too hard to get to this point.

Brian Rentfro: I think that Tear Gutter--

Jon McDaniel: Linzi.

Brian Rentfro: I think that TEAR GUTTER worked harder to get her position, if you know what I mean.

Jon McDaniel: Get ready, folks. Next week, Brian Rentfro reports to us live from the unemployment line.

Duff lifts Sullivan to his feet and begins a flurry of lefts and rights, leaving Sullivan dazed and confused. Duff looks like he's powering up and goes for his trademark Hadouken, but Sullivan spins around him and drops him to the mat with a bulldog! The crowd goes nuts at the counter. Sullivan climbs to the top rope as Duff begins to stir. Duff stands up just as Sullivan launches himself off the turnbuckle with a big moonsault! Pin!



Kick out! Sullivan is back to his feet and runs into the ropes and goes for a cross-body block on Duff, but Duff catches him and actually lands the fallaway slam on Sullivan! He floats over and goes for the pin!


Duff lifts Sullivan off of the mat and slams him back onto the mat with another fallaway slam! He grabs Sullivan again and again, the referee tries to count, but Duff refuses to allow it and hurls Sullivan across the ring one more time. He stands up and wipes his hands against one another as Sullivan grabs at his back.

Jon McDaniel: Duff Côte d'Ivoire with a huge combo there! Usually you only see people do that with suplex moves, not with the fallaway slam.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, well, you know...

There's a scuffle off-camera.

Jon McDaniel: Seriously, Brian! You're watching porn on the company tablet! We use that to conduct fan polls for crying out loud!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah! I'm conducting a fan poll right now comparing the sounds that porn stars make when they're getting some!

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable... well, not totally, but still!

Duff walks across the ring and puts Sullivan's legs in a number '4' position, indicating to the crowd that he's going to finish the match with his seldom-used Toronto Cloverleaf, as a bit of an homage to his opponent. He attempts to turn Sullivan, but Sully fights back, twisting and turning. Duff finally gets him over into the standard Cloverleaf hold, but Sullivan is quick to pull himself over to the ropes and Duff has to break the hold that he worked so hard for.

Jon McDaniel: Brilliant strategizing by Hunter Sullivan, he would not let Duff get that Cloverleaf hold in until he was already close to the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: It's not that hard to outsmart Duff, McDaniel. You know what the say: the bigger they are, the smaller their IQ.

Duff is obviously frustrated and lands a few soccer kicks to Hunter Sullivan's back. He lifts Sullivan, who lands a surprising jaw-buster on Duff, sending him staggering and cursing as blood starts to pour more freely from his mouth. Sullivan is holding himself against the top rope, catching his breath. Duff turns around and starts to charge at him, but Sully goes low with a baseball slide dropkick, sending Duff tripping into the turnbuckles, again smashing his face. Duff is now bleeding profusely from the nose and mouth.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus Christ, this match has really turned around in favor of Sullivan! Who knows how long Duff can take the blood loss that's being dealt to him.

Brian Rentfro: He's bleeding like an oversoaked tampon!

Jon McDaniel: Your grossness knows no boundaries.

Brian Rentfro: There's nothing wrong with menstruation! You better know I've earned my red wings!

Jon McDaniel: Nobody needs to know these things!!!

Sullivan is quick to capitalize by lifting Duff into the air with a stalling suplex of his own. Blood is dripping all over the mat as Sullivan walks around the ring with Duff balanced on his shoulder. After what seems like an eternity, he drops Duff back down to earth, bouncing him off of the mat with a huge impact. Float over cover!



2.999 KICK OUT!!!

Jon McDaniel: It's not over yet, folks! The Intercontinental champion refuses to give up his belt without a fight!

Brian Rentfro: The dude is bleeding like a... stuffed pig... that's an adequate comparison, right? I mean, Duff weighs... a lot.

Jon McDaniel: Regardless, this match is still going and the fans are loving every bit of it!

Brian Rentfro: They're bloodthirsty, Jon. Let's just hope that Duff doesn't have hepitatis or something.

Sullivan pulls Duff up by the hair and punches him in the face multiple times, dropping his head off of the mat again and again. When he stands up, Sully drags the blood across his chest as a sort of war paint before going back to working on Duff. The crowd eats this up. He picks Duff up, and Duff runs him across the ring, spearing him into the corner. Both men are exhausted, but Duff finds enough strength to throw some heavy punches at Sullivan while he's stunned in the corner. Duff whips Sully off of the ropes and tackles him before attacking him with a Lou Thesz Press. Duff stands up, obviously energized, and wipes the blood from the bottom of his face and uses it for his own war paint design, a simple crimson palm print over his heart. The crowd is still going nuts, they don't want this match to end.

Brian Rentfro: My God, it's like they're having some sort of perverse fingerpainting contest!

Jon McDaniel: This match obviously means a great deal to both men.

Duff picks Sullivan up and puts his head in between his legs. He does a 'cut-throat' motion and begins to lift Sully into the Master of Puppets '13, but Duff loses his grip on Sullivan because of all of the blood, and Sullivan -- seeing the brief window of opportunity -- quickly counters with the Crumbler!!! Both men are down! Referee Lance Weston begins the 10 count!



Jon McDaniel: Wow. Just... wow.



Brian Rentfro: The fans are cheering both of these men to get up and get back to it because--

Jon McDaniel: Because they're dying with anticipation to know who will become the next PWA Intercontinental champion!



Brian Rentfro: I was going to say because they want us to get off the air so they could see the All Stars of Porn XXXLG, but okay, if you want to be a boy scout, you can.


Finally, Sullivan begins to stir, getting up to one knee.


Duff also begins to show signs of life, and drags himself up by the ropes.


Both men are up to their feet, but woozy. They stagger towards each other and begin to pummel one another. They continue at this for a while until finally, Duff delivers a devastating knee to Sullivan's stomach. Sullivan is aching and Duff delivers another swift knee to the challenger's abdomen. He goes to do it again, and Sullivan catches him before slamming him down with a dragon leg whip! Sullivan has Duff in position to lock in the Texas Cloverleaf, and the crowd is going insane!

Brian Rentfro: New Intercontinental champion, McDaniel!!

Sullivan turns Duff! Sullivan turns Duff! The Texas Cloverleaf is locked on in the middle of the ring! Duff screams in agony and blood drips from the place where his tooth used to be. He claws for the bottom rope, but it's nowhere near him. He begins to drag himself along the mat and to the bottom rope... BUT SULLIVAN DRAGS HIM AWAY! SULLIVAN DRAGS HIM BACK INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! He cinches in the hold!


The crowd erupts as "Five Minutes Alone" by Pantera hits the PA system! Sullivan breaks the hold and Duff rolls out of the ring as the Viper prepares for a fight.



Brian Rentfro: Oh, shit! I bet he's here to kick the shit out of Duff for breaking his daughter's neck!

Jon McDaniel: Or to finish his daughter's efforts for her! He could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak!

After a few moments, there is no obvious movement at the entrance ramp. Sullivan is looking around, waiting for the Cowgirls or SNS to jump out from anywhere at any time, but eventually, the music dies down and the fans begin to cheer. Sullivan turns around and RIGHT INTO A KICK TO THE GUT FROM A REFRESHED DUFF! Duff lifts Sullivan into the air... MASTER OF PUPPETS '13!! MASTER OF PUPPETS '13!!! The fans go crazy! Cover!!!




NOOO!!!!!!! KICK OUT! KICK OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! DUFF IS STUNNED! THE CROWD IS STUNNED! JON McDANIEL AND BRIAN RENTFRO LOSE THEIR COLLECTIVE SHIT! Duff looks at the ref, double-checking that his count is accurate. When it is, he breathes an annoyed sigh and picks up Sullivan again. Another kick to the gut, and another Master of Puppets '13! Cover!



NO! ANOTHER KICK OUT! HUNTER SULLIVAN WILL NOT DIE!!! Duff is in awe of his opponent's tenacity, and peels him off of the mat one more time. He sets him up again for the Master of Puppets '13, but Sullivan wiggles out of it and throws Duff across the ring with a half-nelson suplex! Both men are down again, and the referee begins the count as the crowd shows their approval with a booming 'THIS IS AWESOME', 'HOLY SHIT' trade-off.





Jon McDaniel: I'll be surprised if either man competes here next week, there will have to be some serious recuperation after this match, but it will make winning the belt THAT much sweeter!

Brian Rentfro: Or losing it that much bitter... rer.




Hunter Sullivan kips up in an unusual show of agility and Duff rolls over to his stomach, propping himself up on his hands and knees. They're both absolutely covered in blood at this point, it looks a lot like the music video for "Liar" by Henry Rollins. Duff is up to one knee, but not for long because Sullivan comes flying in with the S.A.F.!!! Duff crumples to the mat as Sullivan makes the pin!





Brian Rentfro: I HAVE NO IDEA BECAUSE ... BOOBS!!!

Sullivan also makes it obvious that he's ready for this match to be over, even though the fans are more than happy to witness more torture befalling these two men. Sullivan rises to his feet and lifts Duff, Duff breaks Sullivan's hold on his hair with a surprisingly quick reversal and uses all of his energy to land the Hadouken he had been trying so hard to hit earlier, completing his signature move, the Deadline! Sullivan staggers around, clutching his chest, and Duff kicks him in the gut...
MASTER OF PUPPETS '13!!! The pin!!!





Eric Emerson: The winner of this match... and STIIIIILLL!!! PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!! Duff Côte d'IVOIIIIIIIIREEE!!!

Duff lifts himself up to both knees and begins to stand up as the referee hands him his belt, but suddenly, Jacob Figgins is in the ring. He shoves the referee out of the way and begins to pummel Duff, much to the dismay of the crowd. Sullivan is back up to his feet (SOMEHOW) and begins to join in on the beating. The duo kick Duff multiple times while he's on the ground until Figgins rolls out of the ring to grab a steel chair!

Jon McDaniel: The Generation of Destruction are making an example of the Intercontinental champion here tonight, showing they're still the dominant tag team in the PWA.

He puts the chair on the ground in front of Duff and Sullivan puts Duff into position, before lifting him up. It looks like he's setting Duff up for a curb stomp right onto the chair!


Brian Rentfro: It's Mithta Americana, if you weel!

Bodie Vera Cruz, still in Mister Americana gear, runs down to the ring and begins to fight off both members of the Generation of Destruction! Eventually, he begins to flip, flop, and fly all over the place! Elbows for everyone! Generation of Destruction bails from the ring and recuperate on the outside as Mister Americana, if you weel, continues to dance and yell at them for their cowardly tactics. He helps Duff to his feet after G.o.D. have left the arena and raises his hand, much to the delight of the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: It seems as if Bodie Vera Cruz--

Brian Rentfro: No, it's Mithta Americana, if you weel.

Jon McDaniel: ... Bodie Vera--

Brian Rentfro: Mithta Americana...

Jon McDaniel: ... Cruz.

Brian Renfro: If you weel.

Jon McDaniel: FINE! MITHTA AMERICANA IF YOU WEEL! Regardless of what you call him, he's come to the aid of Duff Côte d'Ivoire... but I have no idea why!

Brian Rentfro: It's because of rethpect, Jonathan. Rethpect for the PWA Intercontinental champion.

Jon McDaniel: Wow... maybe you're right. You should be insightful more often.

Brian Rentfro: And rethpect for the fanth, who want to watch the All-Thtarth of Porn XXXLG!!!

Jon McDaniel: I should have known.

??? vs ???

Mystery Match

As the crowd is waiting to see what the mystery match is, the PWAtron comes on. You see the cameras focus on a door that says, Head of the PWA(with the word BOSS written under it). AS the door opens you see a chair turned towards the back wall behind a desk. As the chair slowly turns towards the camera the crwd starts to buzz as they see a old face in the "driver's" seat.

Eli Storm: Do not adjust your sets. This isn't a flashback moment. This is truly I, THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!! Eli Storm and as you can tell once again I've been called on to pull the PWA's fat out the fire. With that being said...great show right!?! Hold on, wait, you don't have to answer that. And do you know why...because I'm looking at the numbers at the gate and lets just say...the money says you like the show. Now I'm not going to bore you with details because that isn't what you are here for. You are here for the action.

Storm gets up from behind the desk and leans on the front of it. He waves the camera closer.

Eli Storm: BUT...I do have something to address before we head into a monster of a main event. Being a former tag team wrestler and champion, I feel that the PWA Tag titles need to get a little more shine. With that being said, there are two teams that feel that they should be getting a shot at the belts. So this is what we are going to do. On Rampage I am going to book Hunter Sullivan vs. Emperor Ian and Jacob Figgin (Non-title) vs. Kelly Keagan. Whatever team wins both their singles matches, I will allow them to name the stip in their number one contender's match for the PWA TAG TEAM TITLES!!! Now I know what you are thinking...What happens if one team wins one match and the other team wins the other.

A small grins creeps on Storm's face.

Eli Storm: If that happens, the PWA Tag Team Champion, Matt Stone names the stip for the Number One Contenders Match. how is that for must see TV. Now...if you don't mind. BACK TO THE SHOW!!!!

Anna Mathews vs Cody Bogard

PWA World Title Match

As the camera get back to the announce table, Jon and Brian are talking about what was just announce. They stop as they get their cue that Eric Emerson is about to start.

Eric Emerson: This last match is our main event and it is for the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

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

One, two, three, four…

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from (The Land Just To The Left Of) Parts Unknown….
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: She is the former PWA World Heavyweight Champion…

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.

Eric Emerson: ANNA MATTHEWS!!!!!

As Anna slides into the ring, the crowd starts making a huge buzz back towards the entrance ramp. The announcers look up and see a familiar face making his way down the rampway to join them in the announcer’s booth. It’s none other than Eli Storm, the new head of the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Damn, didn't we just see him on the tron!?!

Eli waves at the fans before grabbing a headset and sitting down at the booth. As he does this 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.

Eric Emerson: An introducing next, from San Mateo, CA…

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.

Eric Emerson: He is our reigning PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!!!

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

Eric Emerson: CODY BOGARD!!!!!!

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: Well, well, we are joined by the new boss, Eli Storm.

Brian Rentfro: Well, once again you are the man in charge, Storm. How the Hell did you manage that?

Eli Storm: It wasn’t that hard, Brian? You see once things started falling apart, all I had to do was bring up my stellar record being in charge here and offer to help with some of the money that they ended up owing due to the time off. And I hope you are not complaining because last time I checked when I ran things, the money got good around here.

Brian get quiet as inside the ring the ref is handed the World Championship by Cody and he lifts it in the air and shows it off to both wrestlers. The ref calls for the bell and Anna and Bogard meet in the middle of the ring. Cody starts with a tie-up position with Anna Matthews. Cody quickly sneak under Anna’s arm and wraps his arm around her waist and lifts her up n the air. Before he can bring her down with a German suplex, he holds her up in the air for a few second then drops her down with brutal authority.

Jon McDaniel: Cody is playing smart and trying to put the pressure on Matthews early.

Brian Rentfro: And here I was thinking he was just going for the cheap feel, Jon.

Eli Storm: Yes, Cody knows, everyone thinks that his title reign is on borrowed time, so this is a show and prove match for him.

Bogard picks up Anna and flings her into the ropes, but drops down too quick for the back body drop. Which allows Anna to slide in a nail a DDT.

Jon McDaniel: Anna showing that she isn’t going to make this match easy for Cody.

Brian Rentfro: I gotta ask you, Storm, we got like 7 confirmed guys on the roster. How are we supposed to survive like that.

Eli Storm: Hmmmm…maybe we should shrink down to one announcer then.

Brian mumbles and goes back to watching the match as Cody gets up off the mat only to have Anna nail jumping calf kick, sending him into the corner. Cody tries to bounce out of the corner but is meet with a Handspring Back Elbow, sending him back in. Anna isn’t gonna give Cody another chance, and starts to firing lefts and rights into the body and face of the Champ.

Jon McDaniel: Like her or not, this is exactly what made Anna a great champion. Her image fools people into thinking she can’t get it done in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah she is a tough chick, but do you think she likes to get choked in bed is the question I want answered!

Storm just shakes his head as Bogard is trying to cover up the best he can, trying to hold out until he ref counts for the brake. As the ref gets to 3, Bogard drops down suddenly and grabs Anna’s hips and fling her forward, face first into the turn buckle. Bogard rolls out of the ring and walks a bit, shaking the cobwebs out his head.

Jon McDaniel: Smart move by the champ, who needed that separation or he would of gotten pounded into the turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: Speaking of pounded…

Eli Storm: I will give you an extra $500 if you can actually call a move in this match.

Brian Rentfro: ...

Cody waits for Anna to get up and trips her up from the outside and drags under the bottom rope. But before Anna can get her footing ringside, Cody rushes in and lifts her up, driving her back first into the ring post. Not finished yet, he then flings her, back first, into the guard barrier, nearly sending her up and over into the crowd. As Anna bounces off the railing, Cody wraps her up and nails a vicious looking Fisherman Buster on the ring floor.

Jon McDaniel: I want to say something, but I think we all are waiting for Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Cody just utilized what is known as The Fisherman Buster, also known as the Leg Hook Suplex Driver and the Hooked Suplex Driver. There is a variation of the move done by wrestling legend, Jushin “Thunder” Liger that requires the move to be done off the top ropes.

Both Storm and Jon stare at Brian with amazement as Brian just looks at them as if he just made another comment about boobies. Meanwhile back ringside Anna is rolled into the ring by Cody, who slides in right after her. Bogard starts to stalk her, waiting for her to get at least back up to her knees. Anna gets to one knee as Cody comes bouncing off the ropes. As Anna looks up Cody leaps in the air and catches her with a Hurricarana, but since she is still somewhat kneeling into of being fling around the ring, she is driven face first into the mat.

Brian Rentfro: Now that move right there is called the…

Jon McDaniel: STOP!!! I don’t think I can take another technical nugget from you.

Cody, feeling he has the match in hand, starts to show boat for the crowd. Anna is slowly making her way back to her feet. She is staggering around a bit as Cody starts to size her up. Bogard, bounces off the ropes and runs at Anna full speed. Anna though, turns around at the last minute and drills Cody in the chest with the Heart Kick

Eli Storm: HEART KICK!!!!!

Cody drops to the mat, like a bag of bricks, holding his chest as Anna falls back against the ropes. Anna is rubbing her face and taking time to get some air back in her lungs. Cody rolls around in pain, clutching his chest and saying things that really shouldn’t be aired in TV. Anna eyes Cody as he is trying to pull himself up against the ropes. Anna runs over to Cody, kick to the back of the legs, drops Bogard to his knees. Enzuigiri!!

Jon McDaniel: OUCH! Did you hear the sound that her foot made to the back of his head

Eli Storm: From this spot it looks like Cody is on dream street in the ring!!!

Brian Rentfro: Uhm, Storm, I think we have an issue…

Storm turns to see what is going on behind him and through the crowd comes, HUNTER SULLIVAN!!! Storm stands up and yells a warning at Sullivan, telling him not to think about it. As Sullivan and Storm are yapping back and forth at each other, something is happening from the other side of the crowd. As everyone in the crowd is standing up, inside the ring, anna is raining down kicks to the body of Bogard. Bogard tries to grab a leg, but eats a kick to the face for his troubles. And that kick, opens Cody up. Anna steps back and smiles, seeing the blood come from Cody’s nose. She drops down and grabs Cody by the back of the head and starts to ram his face into the mat. As she is doing this, we see what the crowd is looking at on the other side of the ring. Storm and the ref, too busy with Sullivan doesn’t notice former PWA World Champion, MARVIN WOOD, hopping over the guard railing and sliding into the ring. Anna instinctively turns around feeling the shaking from someone getting into the ring and turns around. And Wood wastes no time running towards a unsuspecting Anna and wrap her up in that running STO…IMPERFECT TENSE!!!! Anna’s head bounces off the mat as Wood rolls out of the ring out of the ref’s sight as he turns around. But the ref is too late and doesn’t see Marvin hiding outside the ring, but he does see Cody, slowly crawling over to Anna downed body He drapes his arms over her.




Jon McDaniel: ONLY TWO…ONLY TWO!!! Matthews with the kickout. And Bogard rolls over and slams his fists into the ring. Marvin Wood is on the outside losing his mind, screaming at Cody to go for the cover again.

Cody finally gets back to his feet and screams “ENOUGH!!”. He grabs Anna and props her up against the turnbuckle in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Cody is tapping his kick pads and looks like he is about to target the ribs of Matthews.

Storm turns around and see Marvin at ringside and is losing his mind as well, Yelling at security to get Marvin out of there. Storm throws his headset down as security chases Marvin through the crowd and towards the back. As this is happening, Cody is firing kick after kick into the ribs of Anna Matthews. He steps back and allows Anna to stumble out of the corner. He comes at at her with a burst of speed looking for that Kenta Kobashi style lariat...


Matthews nearly flips on contact.

Brian Rentfro: HOLY SHIT!! Did you see how she folded!!!!

Cody drops to his knee and clears the blood out his nose, in order to get some more air.

Jon McDaniel: Cody looks like he might win this one. He signaling for Hero Time.

Cody picks Anna up and smiles before kicking her in the midsection. Or should I say try, because Anna blocks the kick and fires a chop to the chest of Bogard. Anna starts to send rapid fire chops to the chest of Bogard moving him back. Bogard But Anna goes for one too many chops and Cody ducks and flings her over the top ropes to the floor. But as Cody flung Anna over the top, her foot nails the ref in the face, dropping him. Cody looks at the ref and grins before sliding out after Anna. He lifts her up and drapes her against the ring post. He takes a few steps back, looking like he is going to try and Yakuza kick Matthews onto the injury list. Cody runs at full speed towards Anna, but is nearly decapitated by Hunter Sullivan, who coems out of nowhere and nails that sick kick variation...THE VVIPER SNAP!! Hunter grabs Cody and rolls him into the ring. He grabs Anna and rolls her into the ring.

Eli Storm: WTF!!

Jon McDaniel: Storm turns around and sees Hunter ringside yelling at the ref to wake up.

Storm starts to yell at Sullivan to get back to the locker room or he will be suspended. Hunter smiles and backs up the rampway as the ref slowly get back to his feet just in time to see Anna making the cover.




Anna slams her fist against the mat, not knowing what to do to keep Bogard down.

Brian Rentfro: I bet you that is the first time Cody willingly bucked a girl off of on top of him!!!

Everybody in the Cody is on their feet as Cody rolls to all fours and lifts himself up using the ring ropes. Anna has pulled herself up as well and the two start trading punches in the middle of the ring. Cody is starting to get the upper hand and is rocking the Queen of the Dodos. Cody grabs Anna’s arms and whips her into the corner, but Anna put on the brakes and reverses it, flinging Cody chest first into the corner. But Cody is quick enough to hop up on the turnbuckles before hitting, unfortunately, Anna is able to the ropes causing Cody to drop and straddle the top turnbuckle. Matthews wastes no time hopping up behind Cody with what looks like a hurricanrana, but instead of wrapping her legs around the neck, she wraps them around Cody’s waist. As she flings herself backwards, Cody come off the top turnbuckle and is folded in half as he lands on the back of his head, neck and shoulders.


Jon McDaniel: Matthews rolls over for the pin!!!





Anna rolls off of Bogard into the corner, breathing heavy. The ref places the title on her tired body and raises her hand as the crowd explodes in cheers. EMTs and Storm hits the ring to check on both wrestlers. The crowd fully on their feet, start clapping and chanting “THIS WAS AWESOME” in honor of the amazing match put on by Anna and Cody. The scene slowly starts to fade as both wrestlers are helped up and out of the ring.