Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
Champions


08-19-2013


The Intro


The scene opens to tonight's show and the arena is a buzz. First regular show under new management following one of the most action packed PPVs in the company's history. Now all eyes are on PWA to see just how they will follow up such a great show. But the look on the staff says it all. No more time for guessing. Rampage's new theme P.O.D.'s "Boom" blares through the speakers letting everyone know it's showtime.

"I never knew that a kid like me
Could take his mic around the world and flash the big S.D.
And rock the masses, from Madrid to Calabassas
Tijuana, Mexico, bootleg demos in Tokyo..."

The scene opens to Eli Storm sitting behind his desk at Incredible Inc. On his desk sits the contracts of Jethro Hayes, Matt Stone, Corey Lazarus and...Storm pushes the camera away before it could see the last contract. The scene switches to Grizzly Beer Champion, "The Genuine Pulse" Jacob Figgins, who is slowly shining his newly won gold.

“They know me though, 'cause I be puttin' in work
Commit my life to rebirth, well respected, 'cause that's my word
I'm sure you heard, about a new sound going around
She might have left my hood, but she was born in my town"

The scene then switches to PWA IC Champion, Duff Côte d`Ivoire. Duff is spinning some poor soul around and nailing The Master of Puppets '13. The scene then switches to Hunter Sullivan who is waiting for Viktor Stone to turn around before nailing the Viper Snap. Hunter smiles as Stone hit the mat.

"You didn't know, thought we was new on the scene
Well, it's alright! It's alright!
I know you know, I see you smiling at me
Well, it's alright! It's alright!"

The scene switches to Shawn O'Reilly getting forcefully getting removed from a fan fest, shouting and screaming at anyone who will listen to him. The cameras come up on the PWA Tag Team Champion, Matt Stone, smiling at the camera while in front of him rest both titles. Bodie Vera Cruz, is shown posing with the American flag. Sprinkles seem to be falling around him.

"Boom! Here comes the Boom!
Ready or not, here comes the boys from the South"

Sykopath is seen in the gym, surrounded in a circle of watermelons. As a bell rings he grabs a handful of forks and flings them with amazing speed towards the mid regions (nutts and berries) of the watermelons. Cody Bogard is seen staring at a picture of the PWA Heavyweight Champion. Focused on getting it back.

"Boom! Here comes the Boom!
How you like me now?"

The scene now changes to a beautiful field full of daises. Spread out within the daisies ad plant pots in shape of dodos. Anna Matthews is seen with Pedro, playing dress up with the PWA World Heavyweight Title. As the cameras zoom in, anna whispers something very softly...

Anna Mathews: Beware the puppets.

"Is that all you got?
I'll take your best shot."

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

Emperor Ian vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match


*Match Canceled Due To Wrestlers Missing Flights*

Be My Precious


Again the sound of tires on gravel fill the speakers, along with the voices of Ralph and Bud.

Ralph: "Think you'll get anywhere this week?"

Bud: "Oh he will definitely talk to me."

Ralph: "Think it'll be what you want to hear though?"

Bud: "Shut up Ralph, you are a camera man."

Doors open up, the sound of breathing and shoes on rocks. A dog runs around the side of the house barking like crazy. The sound of a door shutting and a man jumping in is quickly followed by laughter.

Ralph: "What's wrong Bud?"

Bud: "Damn I hate dogs!"

Nicole walks out of the house, wiping her hands on a dish towel and smiling out at Ralph, before turning to see Bud and she begins laughing.

Nicole: "Georgia!"

Georgia stops mid bark, sitting on her haunches and wagging her tail.

Nicole: "Hey Ralph, you can call her."

Ralph pats his leg, Georgia runs up to him and effectionally receives her ear scratch.

Bud(muffled as he's in the car): "Where is Hayes?!"

Nicole holds her hand to her ear.

Nicole: "What?"

Bud: "Where is Hayes?!"

Nicole shakes her head, again cupping her hand to her ear.

Nicole: "I can't hear you!"

Bud opens up the door.

Nicole: "Get him!"

Bud: "Shit!"

Bud dives back in, but Nicole through her laughter calls Georgia off.

Bud: "I hate fucking dogs!"

Nicole: "We have a cat too."

Bud: "I like cats, small, cuddly, sweet."

Nicole: "Georgia, go get Precious."

Georgia runs off around the house and barks.

Bud: "That is what I'm talking about, a lovely fucking! Big! ASS! CAT!"

Georgia yips playfully at a large cougar coming around the house, both playing and the cat stops as she sees Bud.

Bud(whimpering): "Nice kitty, nice nice very nice kitty."

Precious, the cougar, hisses with her back arched high as she can.

Bud(whimpering again): "Naa naa naaa nice kitty, vaa vaa vaa very naa naa nice kitt kitt kitty.""

The cat leaps towards Bud.

Bud: "Fast kitty!"

Jethro pulls up in his Hummer, right beside where Precious is on top of Bud, here comes Georgia as well.

Bud(screaming like a girl): "Help! Help! Help!"

Jethro calmly steps out of his vehicle, looking down at Bud and shaking his head.

Jethro: "Bud, you come here and get my animals all riled up... you should be ashamed of yourself. If you like to play with animals, maybe you should get some of your own. Do you have any idea how unruley they are going to be now that you've got them all excited?"

Bud: "Get them off of me Hayes..."

Jethro: "Say please."

Bud: "Please?!"

Jethro: "Georgia! Precious!"

Both animals back off, but not before Precious gives Bud's crotch a long sniff.

Jethro: "Precious!"

The large cougar backs off, Bud sits up just as Precious turns.

Bud: "Thank gaaaaaawwwwwwd!"

Precious sprays Bud right in the face with her female cat spray, dousing him in the horrible smell. Jethro spins away, but all(except for Bud) are laughing hysterically.

Bud(spitting): "Turn off the damn camera! You are not sending this in!"

Ralph: "You can't stop me, cause you damn sure ain't riding back in the car, that smell will ruin the interior."

Bud glowers at Ralph and if looks could kill... Jethro looks down at Bud, shaking his head.

Jethro: "I told you I'm not coming back Bud, I'm not giving you a story, so you might as well give up."

Bud: "I won't give up, I'm a reporter!"

Bud looks around.

Bud: "Got any other vicious animals?"

Jethro just smiles.

fade...

Duff Cote D'ivoire (c) vs Marvin Wood

Non-Title Match


What should of been an amazing match ended up being a total slugfest as Marvin Wood threw everything except for the bathroom sink at Duff. If it wasn't the stiff as fuck looking brainbuster or the sick capture suplex, then Marvin was trying to break Duff's face against every turnbuckle he could get close to. At one moment the ref had to stop and check on both men, when Duff blocked the ring rope hung DDT and ended up suplexing Marvin onto the ring apron with a nasty sounding thud. The ref started to count but was only able to get to 5 as Duff rolled himself in and Marvin followed him about 2 seconds later.

And this is where things got interesting. With both men in the middle of the ring, trading punches...a hooded man rushed through the crowd and hops over the railing. He slides into the ring and spins Duff around and nearly takes his head off with a snap superkick. Duff stumbles into Woods, who spins him back around and drills him into the mat with a DDT. But as Marvin kips back up, the hooded figure blast Wood with another superkick. Security rushes from the back and surround the ring as the man grabs Wood and flings him into the ropes. As Marvin come off the man comes at him with a clothesline, which Marvin smartly drops down to avoid. the man chase Marvin, but he has rolled into the safety of the security guards, who now swarm the ring. As they gran the man, his hood slides down.

Jon McDaniel: That's James Porter!!! He just signed his contract a weeks ago.

Brian Rentfro: I guess he didn't feel like waiting for a match. I will say this though. This is a great way to make an impact.

The ref is calling throwing the match out due to interference and Marvin just laughs being the only man left standing and not being hauled out the arena. He goes to tell a security to make sure Porter is thrown is the trash and the guard kicks him in the midsection and nails him with a stunner.

Brian Rentfro: What the Hell!?! Wood just got assaulted by security.

Jon McDaniel: Hold on...the guard is removing his hat...THAT'S BUBBA J!!! BUBBA J IS BACK IN THE PWA!!!!

The crowd explodes as Bubba J gives a downed Marvin his favorite salute and head to the back

We will go with option 'D'

For Dodo get it!?!


With a swagger that can beat Jagger, Pedro Gonzales walks through the halls and waves to various members of the roster that instantly snarl at him. But that doesn't matter. He has a plate full of cheese dogs and three folders in his hands. These folders determine the fate of the main event for the next pay-per-view. What fowl indescribable matches could possibly be in them?

Five Minutes Later...

Anna: Uh...wut r dese?

Pedro looks crestfallen as the PWA world champion looks through the folders. He puts down his cheese dog in shame.

Pedro: These are you choices for matches and things. Didn't Eli tell you?

She folds her arms.

Anna: Well, duh. Butt really a Pure Rules match?

Pedro: What better way to display your dominance than to beat them up...regally.

He thrusts up a pinky and she shakes her head.

Anna: Maybe later. I kinda wanna due sumthing else. Wut's a Canadian TLC match?

The pet Mexican perks up. He knows what she likes.

Pedro: It's tables, lightbulb tubes, and singapore canes.

Anna blinks.

Anna: Woold'nt that be a TLTSC match? And what makes et Canadian anyway?

He shrugs. It's not like Eli gave him a straight answer on that anyway. With a sigh, the champion's eyebrow quirks as she eyes the last folder.

Anna: I'm a bitch?

She starts to get angry.

Pedro: No! That's the name of the match! It's like an I Quit match, but much more humiliating.

And as if on cue, Anna facepalms and throws the folders behind her.

Anna: Unbelieveable! He had a whole week to cum up wit something--ANYTHING--and I'm stuk wit this. Aye bet I can make a betta match inn five minutes.

Her eyes widen as if a lightbulb turned on.

Anna: Azza matter of fact, I can! Pedro, put on you thinking cap. Wii has sum thinking too doo.

As Pedro sits on the floor with his cheese dogs and the Master of Time and Space paces, we fade to crap.

Jacob Figgins(c) vs Sykopath

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


Jon McDaniel: Well up next we have the Grizzly Beer Title match with the Champion, Jacob Figgins, defending against the demented and deranged Sykopath. And, ladies and gentlemen, I feel it only fair to warn you that this match will not be suitable for children or those with a weak stomach. Because this match is the No-Rope Electrified Barbed Wire Double Hell, Barbwire Landmines Time Bomb Death Match!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and this match is not safe for work either. So when your boss catches you watching an illegally uploaded You Tube video of this match at work, just switch over to your porn tab. It'll be easier to explain.

Jon McDaniel: Ahem, yes. Well, at any rate, this match is so extremely dangerous, and the possibility of serious injury is so high, that the city of Las Vegas has refused to allow zoning for the setup of the ring for this match. So this match will be contested a few miles away in the desert town of Goldfield. Given the dangerous nature of this match, no fans will be allowed on site. However we have, at a safe distance of course, our own Lean Bean Miller on location. Lean Bean, what's the atmosphere like there?

Lean Bean Miller: Thanks John and Brian. The atmosphere here on location can be summed up in only one word: eerie. First off, if you'll look behind the ring at the mountains in the background. On the other side of those mountains is the infamous Area 51. On the highway in either direction from us you have either the vast barren Mojave desert or ghost towns. Add to this the very spectacle of the ring, if you can call it that, that the Grizzly Beer title will be defended
in.

The ring, and all its accoutrements were set up several hours ago and have been sitting in this scorching desert sun for the past 4 hours. Every surface that these two men will be fighting on will sear their skin every time they come in contact with it. Imagine the pain that these men will feel when they hit the scalding hot barbed wire and the electricity that will hit them.

I'll tell you what guys, this will be unlike anything I've ever witnessed. Back to you guys.

Jon McDaniel: Well, Brian, it looks like we're about to get underway. Brian? Brian? BRIAN!

Brian, who was feigning sleep, jerks to attention.

Brian Rentfro: Sorry, Jon. Mr. Valium had me in sleepy land. But yeah, I'm ready let's go!

The camera cuts to the ring area. In the distance, six small flames grow larger and larger. The flames are torches, carried by six beautiful women, adorned in white gowns, and with blank looks on their faces. There are three women on each side, and in the middle walks Sykopath. He is dressed in all white, and is carrying a large staff in his hand. His hair is in all cornrows. His arms are taped from elbow to knuckles, and he isbarefooted, save that his feet are taped as a kickboxers would be. As he reaches the ring, the women file away, seemingly back into the desert night til the flames from their torches disappear.

Brian Rentfro: Did Miller say something about eerie?

Sykopath kneels in the middle of the ring, his staff laid down in front of him. He begins to chant and pat his chest, then raise his hands in time to his chanting.

In the night sky flashing red lights can be seen.

Brian Rentfro: I knew it! UFO's do exist! They're too close to Area 51!

Jon McDaniel: That's a helicopter, you moron!

As if on cue, the camera cuts to inside the helicopter. Jacob Figgins is sitting in the helicopter as it makes its landing approach ringside. The copters blades blow sand everywhere, especially into the ring where Sykopath stands, facing the sandstorm. The copter barely touches the ground before the Grizzly Beer jumps out and runs full bore to the ring.

He attacks Sykopath with a double leg take down, and quickly gets the mounted position, raining fists down on the challenger's head. Sykopath pushes Figgins off and gains top control, and begins pounding him with hammerfists. Figgins brings his knees up betweek himself and Sykopath, pushing him off. Both men are quickly to their feet.

Sykopath and Figgins lock up, each man trying to muscle the other into the electrified barbed wire. As they reach a virtual stalemate, Figgins pushes Sykopath away and kicks him in the gut. Sykopath backs off a few steps then charges back in, only to catch another kick to the gut Figgins follows that up with a clothesline that knocks Sykopath backwards, but not down. A second clothesline has Sykopath staggered. A third has him teetering. Figgins goes for clothesline number four, but Sykopath ducks. Jacob puts on the brakes mere inches before running headlong into the barbed wire.

Figgins turns and blocks a kick from Sykopath. Jacob land some palm strikes that back the challenger up. He then hits a running knee strike that drops Syko to one knee. Another running knee strike puts Sykopath on his back. Jacob begins to stomp Sykopath unmercifully. On the final stomp, Sykopath grabs Jacob's foot and twists it, causing him to fall to the mat. Sykopath quickly pulls himself on top of Jacob and grabs a headlock. Sykopath reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out his fork. He begins to dig the fork into the top of Figgins' head. Jacob's feet kick wildly as Syko continues to dig the tynes into his scalp. Drops of blood begin to hit the mat, and soon form a small pool under the head of 'The Genuine Pulse.' Sykopath pulls Figgins to his feet and headbutts the top of his skull. After 3 headbutts, Sykopath whips Figgins across the ring towards the open end and the landmine/ barbed wire boards.

Jon McDaniel: Figgins is gonna go right over the edge and into those c4 boards!

At the very last moment, Figgins launches himself off the edge of the ring, leaping over the boards and landing on the sand. Jacob is barely to his feet when Sykopath lands on top of him, taking him to the ground. Syko pulls Figgins to his feet and befins to bring his forearm down across the back. Figgins legs begin to weaken under the attack. The Gruzzly Beer champion reaches down and gets a handful of sand and throws it into the eyes of Sykopath. Jacob grabs Syko and rams him head first into the barbed wire wrapped ringpost. Figgins repeats this three times, and now the blood is flowing from the head of the challenger as well as the champion.

Both men climb into the ring. Figgins grabs a headlock on Sykopath. Syko tries to whip him across the ring into the barbed wire, but Jacob holds on to the headlock. Finally, Sykopath pushes himself and Figgins backwards into the wire. Sparks and smoke fly from the wire as both men fall to the mat.
The crowd in the arena break into a 'Holy Shit!' chant.

Jon McDaniel: MY GOD! THIS IS BRUTAL!

Brian Rentfro: YEAH! AIN'T IT GREAT!

Both men slowly get to their feet, with Sykopath making it first. He twists Figgins' arm and tries to whip him across the ring, but Jacob reverses it, whipping Syko into the wire. More sparks and smoke from the explosion on the wire. Figgins falls to the mat, holding his ears from the concussive force of the explosion. Sykopath staggers away from the barbed wire, his head down. He stops as he stands above Figgins. He raises his head, revealing a smile. He begins to pound
his chest. Figgins, still lying on the mat, kicks him in the right kneecap, causing the Haitian to fall to the mat.

Figgins pulls Sykopath up and attempts to snap suplex him, but Syko blocks, picks Jacob up and hangs him across the barbedwire, setting off the electrified explosons. Figgins drags himself off the wire, cutting his abdominal area on the barbed wire. Syko charges Figgns, attempting to drive him into the barbed wire, but Jacob backdrops him over the wire to he sand below. Figgins runs across the ring, gets a running start and dives over the wire with a tope suicida to Syko on the ground below.

Brian Rentfro: HOLY SHIT!

Jon McDaniel: MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY, BRIAN!

Both men crawl across the sand and enter the ring on opposite sides. Figgins is a step slower, allowing Sykopath the advantage. He comes over and stomps Jacob on the head. He pulls Figgins up and hits two cross chops to the throat.

Sykopath has Figgins teetering on the edge of the ring, just above the c4 and barbed wire covered boards. Syko gets a running start at Figgins.

Jon McDaniel: HE'S GONNA DRIVE JACOB FIGGINS RIGHT INTO THE LANDMINES!

At the very last moment, Figgins grabs the charging Sykopath and flapjacks him off the ring and face first onto the landmine below. Explosions go off and so much smoke billows from the area Sykopath landed that he is completely obscured from view. Figgins is rolling on the mat, covering his ears.

Brian Rentfro: HOLY SHIT!

Jon McDaniel: THIS IS TOO MUCH! THE LENGTHS THESE MEN WILL GO TO TO WIN THIS MATCH!

As the smoke clears, the camera focuses on Sykopath, face down on the barbed wire, trying to pull himself up. Smoke is off his smoldering clothes. When he final reaches his feet, the camera shows the damage done.
The front of his shirt s gone and his chest has been burnt. At his right shoulder is a nasty wound, obviously where the brunt of the explosive damage was taken. The crowd at the arena voices their awe and disgust at the sight.

Jon McDaniel: MY GOD! GET THIS GUY TO A HOSPITAL!

Brian Rentfro: OR A WITCH DOCTOR!

Syko slowly crawls back into the ring, smoke rolling off his clothes and burnt skin.

Brian Rentfro: The stench has to be enough to make these guys wanna barf.

Jon McDaniel: I think these two actually get off on that.

It seems as if something is going on with the explosive systems. The stag is screaming that he can't stop the detonation. The red warning lights begin to flash, signifying the ten second countdown to time bomb detonation.

10........

Figgins and Sykopath are exchanging blows

9........

Jon McDaniel: TIME IS WINDING DOWN! AND THE REF IS WARNING THEM TO GET OUT OF THE RING!

8........

Sykopath grabs the ref and hrows him over the c4 boards and onto the sand

7........

Figgins with a discus lariat that pushes Sykopath towards the middle of the ring

6.......

Sykopath kicks Figgins in the gut and hits a powerbomb that folds him up. Figgins flops over, facedown on the mat.

5.......

Sykopath hits his knees and begins to chant and pound his burnt chest and raise his hand in time to his chanting.

4.......

Brian Rentfo: THEY NEED TO GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE!

3......

Jacob Figgins gets on his knees facing Sykopath, and begins to recite an ancient Celtic war chant

2......

Sykopath and Figgins chants become louder

1.......

Smiles cross the faces of both men

BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!

Explosions and smoke fill the ring and ringside area.

The camera cuts to Eli Storm's office. He sits at his desk, watching the screen intently, a worried look on his face. The camera cuts to Hunter Sullivan's locker room, where he watches, a look of concern on his face. The PWA wrestlers gathered in the back, watch on with grave concern. Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro both speak in hushed tones as the arena crowd sit in stunned silence. Camera shots of the crowd show worried expressions on the faces of most fans.

Jon McDaniel: This is incredible. These two men, these two warriors stayed in the ring. They made no attempt to escape the explosion.

Brian Rentfro: All I can say is I hope their families weren't watching.

As the smoke clears, two figures come into view. It's Jacob Figgins and Sykopath. Both are still kneeling, but neither is moving. The back of Sykopath's shirt is blown apart and is smoking. Figgins' back shows the effects of the explosion. Incredibly, both men begin to stir. Both men hold on to the other, using each other to brace themselves. When they finally make it to their feet, the begin to exchange weak blows.

Jon McDaniel: MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING!

Brian Rentfro: A DAMNED EXPLOSION'S NOT EVEN ENOUGH TO STOP THESE TWO!

Figgins reaches into his boot and pulls out the Pink Hello Kitty elbow pad. He begins to pound Sykopath backwards until he is on the edge of the ring. Figgins adjusts the elbow pad, gets a running start and hits a variation of the Hello Kitty Doom Doom Train , knocking Syko backwards onto the remaining c4 board. More explosions and smoke from ringside. Figgins stands on the edge of the ring and hits a moonsault onto Sykopath's unconcious body.

1....

2....

3!!!!!!

Anna Matthews Live

World Title Match Option Pick


Eli Storm: Alright, now it is moment that many in the back have been waiting for. So champ, if you don't mind come in down.

The cranking of a music box key plays through the speakers followed by the revving guitar of Dr. Steel’s Childhood (Don’t) A-Go-Go as the crowd is…well, it’s mixed at best. Those that are die hard PWA fans begin to boo due the the champions recent comments while those that completely agree with what she’s saying await her arrival with cheers. The musc plays on for a full minute with lights flashing as if the lighting crew is trying to give people seizures. Storm is baffled bythe Dodo’s non-precense, but a camera clearly shows a flutter of the ring apron as Anna comes from underneath the ring. She slips into the ring right behind Eli just as he cuts the song and begins to say something else.

Eli Storm: I—

EEEERRRRRRNNN! He jumps at least five feet in the air and stumbles back for the air horn that was just inches away from his ears. Anna politely waves with a smiles.

Eli Storm: Whoa...that was loud. I would of went with the air horn and water gun, but you are still learning. Anyway...the fans would like to know. What option did you pick?

Anna: ...

She takes a deep breath. She snatches the mic from Eli's hands.

Anna: Dat's better! Hello ev'rywon and welcome to everybuddy's favorite show "How's The Master of Tyme and Space Gonna Kill Somebody This Time?"

She strikes a pose as the mixed reaction get louder before looking at Stormy-puss and petting him on the head.

Anna: Nao, bossman. Eye realised joo tried to give mii the best free choises you could possibly fink up. But let's bee honest, they all kinda sucked.

Storm goes to speak but realizes he doesn't have a mic because Anna took it. It saddens him a bit until he realizes that he has a extra mic in his pocket just for times like this.

Eli Storm: Aww...I see we are going to go through this again. Because The Queen doesn't trust new management. That's cool. If you have another option. I would be glad to hear it...matter of fact. If it is as good as you think it is, then Hell, that will be the choice...if that pleases you.

Anna shrugs.

Anna: Weeeellll...aktually, I do have kinda an idea. Aye mean ish nawt pure or bitchy or Canadian, but it's sumthink. Ya see, you were kinda rite. There's sew many people after me. But the problem ish de doan't wanna do thing the proper wai. They jus wanna attack me in the middle of matches 'cause they're pathetic little cunts who can't handle the truth.

A spattering of cheers reigns as everybody else seems to seethe. The Queen of the Dodos raises a hand.

Anna: Oh, doan't worry. That'll bee taken care of. But in this match we're takling about--a championship match, mind ya--I'm under thee pursonal beleaf that if it's supposed too be one on one, it shuld damn well STAY one on one. So...

Her eyes dart as she puts down the microphone and pulls Eli close enough for a whispering chat.

Eli grins at the suggestion.

Eli Storm: So that is how you want to do it. It'll be different but my guys can put it together. Fine, fine...you have your match. You want to tell them or do you want me to.

Anna: Y not just tell 'em together?!

Eli Storm: Ok, At the next PPV people, Anna Mathews will be defending her title in the first ever Flight of the Dodos match.

Anna: Now doan't look sew baffled, folks. It's reel easy. My shiny shall be hooked up to the very tippy top of the ceiling like so!
From nowhere, a hook and cable reel out from above as she attaches an imaginary belt to the hook and it goes as high as it possibly can.

Anna: Frum here, a ginormus cell shall be lowered and me an watever shmuck I'm stuck against have to battle et out inna ginormus...cell thing. Thee only way to win is the decimate your opponent, climb through the door on the top of the cell, and climb the ladder on top of the cage to reach the belt!

Eli Storm: Now if that doesn't sound like a main event caliber match, I don't know what does....

If I May Have A Moment Of Your Time


‘In Time’ by Mark Collie begins to play as Shawn O’Reilly makes his way down the rampway.

Jon McDaniel: To quote a great announcer of the past, ‘Business is about to pick up!’

Brian Rentfro: Who said that?

Jon McDaniel: I’m not at liberty to divulge that information. But that doesn’t matter because I think this situation is about to get really serious really quick.

O’Reilly takes Eric Emerson’s mic and steps through the ropes. The crowd is completely split right down the middle in their reaction to O’Reilly. Some are booing, some are cheering. Anna’s reaction is unmistakable…anger.

O’Reilly: You know something, Champ? If I’d have come out and smashed a chair across the back of just about any past PWA World Champ, I would’ve said to them, ‘It’s nothing personal.’

But you…Anna Mathews, when I caved in your spine last week…that was extremely personal!

You…Queen of the Dodos…Master of time and space…You hold the PWA World Heavyweight Title in such low regard that you say your not proud to be champion and that the belt doesn’t mean a damn thing!

Then you burn it.

Well, champ, let me clue you in to something. That belt may not mean a damn thing to you but to use as kindling, but to those young men and women back there in the locker room, and to this old man standin in from of you right now, that PWA World Title does mean something.

To all of us, it’s the Holy Grail. To those kids back there, it’s the goal they’ve set their sights on and bust their asses to attain. To me ith’s the culmination of a career, a life, dedicated to excellence in the SPORT of professional WRESTLING!

And you used it to roast fuckin marshmallows.

You make me want to fuckin vomit!

This has been building up inside me since day damn one, Anna. Ever since I got here, I’ve been fighting. Fighting for the chance, for the opportunity, for the shot at the title. I busted my ass in the low card and the lower mid-card, making an impact in each and every match.

And you, Anna? The whole time I’ve been here while you were champ, you avoided defending the title. You wrestled in six person tag matches, three & four way dances, Balance of Power Matches, and non title singles matches.
And when you finally defend the title, you lose. The you lose again and again.

But now the Queen is back on her throne. You got your return match and won the title. What do you do? You sign a contract for a NON TITLE match against everyone’s favorite schizophrenic, Bodie Vera Cruz, or Mr. Americana, or whatever the hell he calls himself this week.

Takin the easy way out again.

And to make matters worse, you spend the entire lead up to the match running down the company, its management and employees, and the title.

You know what, I’m gonna stop right now. If you’re so ashamed to be the PWA Champ and if you hate this company so damn much…THEN GET THE FUCK OUT!

An explosion of cheers comes from those in the crowd that are siding with O’Reilly. They begin a ‘GET THE FUCK OUT!’ chant. Anna’s fans counter with a ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP!’ chant. Anna and O’Reilly get nose to nose in the center of the ring.

As the chants get louder, Eli Storm steps in to separate the two. O’Reilly pushes Storm away and points an accusatory finger at him.

O’Reilly: AND YOU! You join in the campfire fun! I swear to God, you’re almost as bad as she is.

He turns back to Anna.

O’Reilly: You know, Anna, for all the talent and ability you have, and you’re loaded with it, you’re filled with such a sense of self importance, so much ego, that not even the richest prize in professional wrestling is enough for you.

It’s like complaining about a Delmonico’s steak dinner in front of a bunch of starving kids.

I would, no check that, I HAVE given everything that I am, trying to get to where you are. Blood, sweat, more than a few tears. Sacrificing everything. Taking the hard road to the title, while you take the easy way out AGAIN?

That stops now. I did what I did to you to make you realize that the easy days as champ are over. You want the respect and honor afforded the PWA World Champion? You’re gonna have to earn it.

You’re gonna have to earn it with blood, sweat, and sacrifice.

You’re gonna have to earn it with pain and hard work.

You’re gonna have to earn it by really fighting for it.

Against me.

Or, you can just lay the title down and walk away. I mean , you’re not proud of it anyway, right? Go ahead, lay it down and walk away. Take the easy way out.

You should be use to it by now.

O’Reilly drops the mic and exits the ring, shoulder bumping Storm out of the way in the process. The chants are getting louder and louder.

Jon McDaniel: This place is about to explode!

Brian Rentfro: And it looks like we aren't done, because Storm is picking up the mic.

Storm brushes off his suit for a moment before looking at Anna who just gives him a shrug. Storm shakes his head and speaks.

Storm: Shawn...Shawn be a dear and hold on for a second, because there are some things that must be handled. Now, let me see where was I...oh yes, let me start with this match up that is supposed to happen next. you see Shawn, if you would of stayed in the back like a good boy and waited you would of found out that as of now Matthew Stone is no longer employed by the PWA. Which means two things.

The crowd is no buzzing about the release of Matt Stone.

Storm: One being that the Tag Titles are now vacated. but I'll address that later on. The other thing is that makes this up coming match very special because it means you and Hunter will be fighting for Stone's World Title shot. That was my gift. But now I don't feel so giving at the moment. So this is what we are going to do. Since Shawn...you feel people should EARN their title shots and that way show respect for the title, I'm changing the stips for this match.

Shawn looks on in shock not knowing what he may have caused.

Storm: What I'm going to do is have a good old fashion gauntlet match to decide the number one contender for the title. So, what that means is you and Hunter will now fight for a spot in that gauntlet match.

Anna walks over to Storm and whispers something in his ear.

Storm: Are you sure?

Anna nods.

Storm: Ok, ok... you know, both of you should be thanking her right now. Because she has made a wonderful suggestion. You see instead of fighting for a spot...you two will fight for two spots. The first and last spot to be exact. SO, who ever wins this match gets to be the last man in the gauntlet. And whoever loses...gets to be lucky number 1. Now if you excuse me...I have a hick to talk to.

With that Storm exits the ring, stopping to grin at O'Reilly before making his way up the rampway and into the back. Meanwhile Anna takes a seat at the Announce table.

Shawn O'Reilly vs Hunter Sullivan

Storm's Special Gift Main Event Match


Jon McDaniel: Main event time! After the confrontation we just saw between O’Reilly and the Champ, Anna Mathews, this place is bound to erupt. And joining us for commentary is World Champion Anna Mathews. Anna, welcome. This match will determine a frontrunner to challenge you for your World Title. What are your thoughts and who do want to see come out on top?
Anna says nothing.

Anna: ...

Brian Rentfro: Alright...uhm...Jon?

Jon McDaniel:Eric!?!

'In Time' by Mark Collie begins to play. The fog machines go to work and the entrance lights go red, giving the fog a red hue.

I can hear what you're thinkin'
All your doubts and fear
And if you look in my eyes
In time you'll find the reason I'm here
And in time, all things shall pass away
In time, you may come back someday
To live once more or die once more
But in time, your time will be no more

As the vocals begin, Shawn O'Reilly walks through the curtain, wearing a dog collar and chain. He walks obliviously down the aisle, ignoring the fans. He walks up the ring steps, looks to his left and to his right, then jumps over the top rope into the ring. Some of the fans boo him, some cheer him. He's oblivious to both sides. He stands, emotionless in the middle of the ring.

You know your days are numbered
Count 'em one by one
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun
You can outrun the Devil if you try
But you will never outrun the hands of time

In time there'll surely come a day
In time, all things shall pass away
In time, you may come back some say
Live once more or die once more
But in time, your time will be no more.

Jon McDaniel: O’Reilly looks to be all business tonight.

Brian Rentfro: This is gonna be a good fight tonight.

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 walks calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacts with a clank, none of which can be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan finds himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacts quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looks around and reacts 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 dies off and Sullivan drops back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. His new music finally cutting off and settling.

Jon McDaniel: The intensity these two guys are emitting is palpable. Let’s go up to Eric Emerson for the introductions.

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! THIS CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, WITH A ONE HOUR TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING FIRST…WEIGHING IN TONIGHT AT 233 LBS...FROM THE FIGHTING CITY OF BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS HE IS...THE BOSTON BULLDOG...SHAWN O'REILLY!!!!

The crowd who earlier gave O’Reilly a mixed reaction, now gives him a more favorable reaction.

AND HIS OPPONENT…WEIGHING IN AT 227 POUNDS…FROM CORNER BROOK, NEWFOUNDLAND, CANADA…HE IS THE VIPER! HUNTER SULLIVAN!!!!!

The crowd boos Hunter Sullivan, who just smirks and looks at them with derision.

YOUR REFEREE IN CHARGE…LANCE WESTON!!!

Polite applause for Weston.

Brian Rentfro: You know people hate you when the ref gets more cheers than you.

Referee Weston calls both men to the center of the ring to go over the rules of the match. O’Reilly and Sullivan get nose to nose and forehead to forehead as the ref calls for the bell.

DING DING!

O’Reilly gives a short headbutt to Sullivan to open up the bout. The Viper fires back with a punch to the face. O’Reilly hits a forearm smash to the jaw. Sullivan with a punch, O’Reilly with a forearm. O’Reilly backs Sullivan into the corner and unloads on Sullivan with a hard chop to the chest. Then another. Then another.

Jon McDaniel: Sullivan’s chest is already beet red from those chops!

O’Reilly whips Sullivan into the opposite corner, and charges in with a clothesline. He whips Sullivan across the ring again, to repeat the sequence. At the last minute, Sulivan moves out of the way, and O’Reilly crashes chest first into the corner with such force that it causes the top turnbuckle to break.

Brian Rentfro: JESUS CHRIST!!!

Anna giggles.

O’Reilly drops to the mat clutching his chest.

Jon McDaniel: This match could be over already! Hunter Sullivan with the cover…

1…

2…

Jon McDaniel: NO! O’REILLY KICKS OUT AT 2 ½!!! I suspect the referee is going to stop the match so that technicians can repair the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: Nope, it looks like the match is gonna keep going.

Sullivan begins stomping O’Reilly in the chest and kicking him in the ribs. O’Reilly rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and hits the concrete floor with a thud. Sullivan follows him out, but is stopped by Weston. As the ref stands between Sullivan and the downed O’Reilly. Weston holds his earpiece as he is receiving a message from the back. Weston then walks over to Eric Emerson and whispers in his ear. Emerson takes the mic.

ERIC EMERSON: BY ORDER OF PWA GENERAL MANAGER, ELI STORM, THIS MATCH WILL NOW BE CONTESTED UNDER FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE RULES!!!

The crowd cheers the call, as they don’t want to see the match stopped.

Sullivan pulls O’Reilly up to a vertical base. He hits the Boston Bulldog with a har punch to the ribs. O’Reilly answers with a knife edge chop to the chest of the Viper. He kicks Sullivan in the midsection, then whips him into the ring barricade. He charges Hunter, who sidesteps him and hits a drop toe hold, which send O’Reilly crashing chest and face first to the concrete floor. O’Reilly rolls up into a ball, clutching his chest and ribs. O’Reilly begins coughing, and spits out blood.

Jon McDaniel: Shawn O’Reilly has internal injuries. I think the ref should consider calling this match.

Brian Rentfro: C’mon, pussy! Let them fight!

Sullivan picks O’Reilly up and slaps on a bearhug. Sullivan’s arms are positioned under O’Reilly’s armpits to center all the pressure on his chest and upper ribcage. O’Reilly yells in pain and tries to fight his way out. It’s soon apparent that O’Reilly is fading as his arms begin to go limp and hang at his side. Weston comes over to check…He lifts O’Reilly’s arm up and lets it drop.

1….

2…..

3…NO!

just before it falls all the way down for the third time, O’Reilly stops the momentum. He raises his arms and brings both palms against Sullivan’s ears, causing the break. Sullivan staggers backwards, his equilibrium off. O’Reilly grabs two handfuls of hair and crashes his head into Sullivan’s with a massive headbutt. He hits another headbutt. He then hits nine rapid fire headbutts, holds Sullivan up for one more massive headbutt. Sullivan falls backwards into the ring barricade, his head busted open. O’Reilly falls to a knee against the ring, his head also bleeding. O’Reilly tries to catch his breath as the ring technicians work to repair the top rope above him. Sullivan staggers over, his face a proverbial crimson mask. O’Reilly gets to his feet and hits a chop to the chest that splatters blood into the air. Sullivan hits a hard punch to the open wound on O’Reilly’s head. Sullivan grabs the wrench out of the technician’s hand and begins to pound it into the ribcage of O’Reilly.

Jon McDaniel: O’Reilly’s chest and ribs have visible bruising on them, and I think O’Reilly actually opened up the skin on Sullivan’s chest with that chop.

As Sullivan swings the wrench again, O’Reilly catches his arm and bites down on Hunter’s wrist. Sullivan screams in pain and drops the wrench. O’Reilly chops Sullivan again…and again…and again, then rolls him into the ring. The technicians, done with their work, scurry from the ring as the two wreslters batter each other from one side of the ring to the other. O’Reilly backs Sullivan in to the corner and whips him across the ring. Sullivan reverses and catches O’Reilly in a back breaker, then another, then a rapid fire succession of backbreakers.

Jon McDaniel: BACKBLITZ BY SULLIVAN. THAT’S GOTTA DO MORE DAMAGE TO THE ALREADY INJURED RIBS OF THE BULLDOG! COVER BY THE VIPER!

1…

2…

KICKOUT AT 2 ½! AND SULLIVAN IS NOT PLEASED WITH THE REFEREE’S COUNT!

Sullivan pulls O’Reilly up to his feet and hits a half nelson suplex!

Brian Rentfro: COVER!

1…

2..

3!!!!

Jon McDaniel: NO!!! HE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE VERY LAST MINUTE!

Brian Rentfro: AND HUNTER IS GOING NUTS!!!

He pulls O’Reilly back up again and tries the half nelson suplex again, but O’Reilly blocks it, spins around and hits another lights suplex.

1…

2…

KICKOUT AT 2 ¾!

Anna takes the headset off and calmly gets up from the announce positionr. As O’Reilly and Sullivan fight oin the opposite corner they don’t see the champ come into the ring. She runs to them, burying them with an avalanche splash. She then takes turns kicking and stomping each man, first Sullivan, then O’Reilly. Sullivan gets to his feet first and begins to fire back on Matthews, as does O’Reilly. They push Anna into the corner and begin a double team beatdown in the corner.

Jon McDdaniel: LOOK AT THIS! THESE TWO GUYS WENT FROM BEATING ON EACH OTHER TO BEATING ON THE CHAMP AS A TEAM!

Anna gets to her feet and slumps backwards against the ropes. Sullivan and O’Reilly hit a double clothesline that sends her over the top rope.

Sullivan staggers backwards towards a corner, as O’Reilly drops to a knee next to the ropes. Sullivan sees this and strikes with the VIPER SNAP!

Jon McDaniel: VIPER SNAP! COVER

1…

2…

3!!!!

Eric Emerson: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…HUNTER SULLIVAN!!!!

Sullivan raises his arms in victory, wipes some of the blood off his forehead, and flicks it on O’Reilly! He then looks over at Storm and makes a gesture on his waist symbolizing a belt. Meanwhile Anna has snuck back into the ring, this time with a chair. As Sullivan turns around, she blasts him over the head with the chair. Sullivan goes down in a crumpled heap. She then turns her attention to O’Reilly and begins bringing the chair down time and time again across the chest and ribcage of the Bulldog until PWA officials forcibly remove her from the ring.

Jon McDaniel: THIS IS CHAOS! WE HAVE TO GET ORDER RESTORED! ANNA MATHEWS HAS LAID WASTE TO BOTH OF THESE MEN!


Eric Emerson: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…SHAWN O’REILLY!!!!

O’Reilly raises his arms in victory, wipes some of the blood off his forehead, and flicks it on Sullivan! He then looks at the crowd and makes a gesture on his waist symbolizing a belt. Meanwhile Anna has snuck back into the ring, this time with a chair. As O’Reilly turns around, she blasts him over the head with the chair. Shawn goes down in a crumpled heap. She begins slamming the chair across O’Reilly’s chest and ribs. Sullivan gets up and walks over to join in. Anna steps back to give Sullivan an open shot at O’Reilly, then Smashes Sullivan in the back of the head with the chair. She the begins bringing the chair down across the back of Sullivan until PWA officials forcibly remove her from the ring

Jon McDaniel: THIS IS CHAOS! WE HAVE TO GET ORDER RESTORED! ANNA MATHEWS HAS LAID WASTE TO BOTH OF THESE MEN!

EMTs and Security clear the ring to make way for the next segment of the show. The big announcement.

Eli Storm Introduces Madness

Next & New PPV Announcement


As the announcers go crazy over what has happened the whole arena goes dark. Suddenly the tron flashes on and a voice is heard.

"They wanted to say that we were dead...
They had already began digging the grave...
If allowed that would of closed the casket lid and set the coffin on fire...
But we aren't like the others..."

Clips from various PWA star getting back up after taking different beatings are shown. Each time you think they are down...the slowly get back up.

"We don't die...we regroup...
We don't die...we dig deep and keep moving...
We don't die...

WE SURVIVE!!"

AS the lights slowly come back on and the ring is cleared. Smoke comes from the rampway. Pyros explode from the sides of the rampway as Eminem's "Survival" blares through the speakers.

"This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all"

Out walks the new head of the PWA, Eli Storm and behind him walks four lovely ladies carrying four bags in their hands. As the crowd looks on, wondering what is going on, Storm walks up the ring steps. He lifts up the second ropes to allow the girls to get into the ring. As the girls take their place in the four separate ring corners, Storm walks over and calls for a mic, but stops. He claps his hands and slowly a mic is lowered to him from the top of the arena. He smiles as the mic touches his hands. He unhooks it and looks into the crowd.

Eli Storm: ARE YOU ENTERTAINED!!!!

The crowd explodes with cheers.

Eli Storm: IS THIS WHY YOU ARE HERE!!!

The crowd starts to chant "P-W-A, P-W-A, P-W-A."

Eli Storm: That's right. You chant as if you want God to hear you in heaven because down here...down here we've been through Hell. We seen the rats leave the ship while it sank. And you know, people said I was a fool for going down into the bottom of this sinking ship and trying to patch up the hole and keep it afloat. Heh, well if you followed my career, you know it is full of foolish ideas. Hell, I still got boxes of that Project X/Mrs. Robinson sextape. I guess that fetish was a bit too much for the people. But live and learn, right ladies.

The girls look at Storm.

Eli Storm: Uhm, this is the part where you agree...since I'm the guy signing the checks.

The girls suddenly start shaking their heads and smiling.

Eli Storm: See, they get it. They understand. But you know who doesn't understand? Certain wrestlers on the roster who feel they are owed something. Heh, let me explain, you are owed nothing. Me, though, I'm owed alot. You see everyone else was ran off. Everyone else avoid this place like it had the death touch. I mean, When Justin Sane jumps ship, you know something is wrong. So let me get something out in the air. Any deals you made with the guy before me, doesn't exist. You see this place is now where you have to earn your shot...and earn your shot you will because only those willing to earn are going to survive here.

Storm pauses.

Eli Storm: Now if you can't put two and two together. That lovely song that we paid Eminem for the right to use is the theme for the next PPV. The newest PPV to be introduce to this company.

Eli Storm: PWA SURVIVAL!!!

Eli Storm: You see what makes this PPV so good is everything will be on the line. And only the survivors are going to walk out with gold. But let me not bore you with the details let me get right to the good part. Since our good friend and buddy, Matt Stone has decided to end his contract with the PWA in order to handle personal business, we now have vacated titles. Well Vacated until the match at Survival. Cindy.

The curvy blonde in the first corner walks to the middle of the ring and reaches into her bag. She pulls out two brand new PWA Tag Team Titles. She place one on the right shoulder and one on the left.

Eli Storm: You see this is what is going to happen. On one side of the ring we are going to have G.O.D. on the other side we are going to have Emperor Ian and a partner of his choice. We are going to drop a steel cage around both teams and whoever gets out of that cage is given these new titles and proclaimed the new PWA World Tag Team Champions. You can go back to your corner dear.

Cindy walks back to her corner and Storm watches.

Eli Storm: Some sights are too incredible not to share. But you know what isn't incredible...the fact that our IC Champion, Duff Cote D'ivoire doesn't get the chance to really show his skills sometimes. So this is what I'm going to do. Mai Ling if you please.

A very exotic looking Asian woman makes her way to the middle of the ring. She reaches into his bag and pulls out the new IC Championship.

Eli Storm: Now I want to give this to Duff. But I feel like in honor of this belt, we should allow the man to show is true skills. So at the PPV we will see Duff defend the belt again James Porter and the crowd's favorite...Mr. Americana. Thank you Mai Ling.

Mai walks back to her corner, but not before winking at Storm.

Eli Storm: Got to remember that come checking writing time. Maria...Dawn.

The last two girls walk from their corner. One a raven haired Latin and the other a red headed all American beauty.Both reach the middle of the ring and reach into their sacks. Maria pulls out the new GB Championship. Dawn pulls out the new World Heavyweight Championship.

Eli Storm: Now what to do with these two. Well as far as the GB Championship. I want to be fair to Figgins. So this is what I'll do. Figgy...Fig Newton...Uhm...thats really all I got right now, but I will allow you to choose the stip that you defend this lovely new title with. But as for who you will be facing. I'll tell you that next week. Thank you Maria.

Maria: You are welcome, Señor Storm.

Storm looks at the crowd then back at Maria as she walks away.

Eli Storm: Guess what Brian, she is legal.

Brian looks at Storm as if he doesn't know what he is talking about. Jon on the other hand is having a great laugh.

Eli Storm: Alright that leaves us with this bad boy right here. we already know the type of match...but what we don't know is who will be the one facing Anna. So I guess we will have to wait for that one. BUT!!!! What I can do is say this. Whoever doesn't win the gauntlet match next week, you will be fighting to see who gets the next shot after the PPV.

The scene fades with Storm smiling and raising the new PWA World Heavyweight Title in the air.