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


08-26-2013


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.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J is back in his first match in the PWA in sometime. James Porter will make his debut. We have a gauntlet match for the number one contendership to the World Title...this night promises to be amazing.

Brian Rentfro: Geez, do not blow your load so early. The chick I see at the Asian Rub Down joint says it invites evil spirits.

Jon looks at Brian Rentfro, who has the most serious look on his face.

Brian Rentfro: DC Comics did that and now look...Ben Affleck as Batman!!!

Jon McDaniel: I will not have you sit here and bash the man who directed and starred in Argo. BOne of the best movies that have come out recently.

Brian Rentfro: You mean, Benjamin Géza Affleck-Boldt, the guy who got off scottfree after raping our eyes and ears with that filth, Gigli...blah...

Both men have to shake their heads after remembering that movie. And in a honest attempt to give them a moment to recover, the show producer tells the crew to cut to the back, where something is going on by the parking entrance.

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Problems


Bubba J steps through the back door, a cigarette held in his lips and a line of smoke blowing behind him. A security guard comes up to him, indicating that he needs to put the cigarette down; Bubba J looks at him.

Bubba J: "You gonna make me son?"

He looks the guard up and down, the inept guard being a bit nervous before pointing to a sign. Bubba J rips it down, tearing it up.

Bubba J: "What are you pointing at? You got Tterrets or something?"

The guard shakes his head.

Bubba J: "You high or something?"

Guard shakes his head no.

Bubba J: "You snort some crack?"

Again with a no.

Bubba J: "You drunk?"

The guard goes to answer.

Bubba J: "Can I get one?"

The guard shakes his head.

Bubba J: "You ain't gonna give me one single gawd damned beer?"

The guard is looking nervous.

Bubba J: "That shit pisses me off and you know what that means?"

Bubba J takes a drag before blowing the smoke in the guard's face.

Bubba J: "Nothing."

He smirks, the guard relaxes."

Bubba J: "Bullshit!"

BAMM! Trailer Park Trash! The guard is down, Bubba J gets in his face.

Bubba J: "That's for drinking on the job. But maybe it'll help your turrets and drug problem."

He stands back up, shrugging his shoulders.

Bubba J: "Hate a damn coke addict."

He walks off, stepping on the guard's balls on his way passed him.

Mr. Americana vs Emperor Ian

Singles Match


Jon McDaniel: We’re ready to get the action underway. Let’s go up to Eric Emerson.
Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR OPENING CONTEST ON MONDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE.
The arena darkens as "Imperial March" by John Williams hits. A spotlight shines down on Ian and entourage as they walk to the ring. Funk Dogg holds the ropes open as Ian steps into the ring, then his ladies take off his robe as he poses for the crowd.

Eric Emerson: INTRODUCING FIRST HE WEIGHS IN AT 202 LBS...HAILING FROM SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA THIS IS EMPEROR IAN!

“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)♫

Mr. Americana comes out to a thunderous ovation. He’s dressed in black trunks, kneepads, and a black pleather muscle shirt, all accented with bright yellow polka dots. He has an American flag bandana around his neck. He ambles down the rampway, juking and jiving his way to the ring, his prosthetic belly jiggling as he bounces around, high fivng the fans.

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)♫

Eric Emerson: HE HAILS FROM AUSTIN, TEXAS! HE WEIGHS IN AT 302 POUNDS! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS THE DREAM OF AMERICANS, THE HERO OF THE COMMON MAN…THIS IS MR. AMERICANA!

Eric Emerson: YOUR REFEREE SCOTT SWINDELL!

Ian jumps Mr. A before the bell, and begins to pummel him in the corner. Ian quickly has Mr. A hurt and bleeding in the corner. Cindy Lou Jenkins has a very concerned look on her face.

Jon McDaniel: And Cindy Lou fearing the worst for her man.

Brian Rentfro: Come on over here, Cindy Lou, come sit on my lap. I’ll make it all better.

Jon McDaniel: Do you know how creepy that sounded?

Brian Rentfro: It did, didn’t it? What’s your point.

Cindy Lou screams for Mr. Americana to get up. Emperor Ian leers at her and says something that the camera mics do no pick up. Cindy Lou jumps up on the ring apron. Ian grabs Cindy Lou by the hair and pulls her into the ring. He holds her by the hair with one hand and raises his other, preparing to slap her down. He fails to notice Mr. Americana getting to his feet. Mr. A sees Ian man handling his girl, and begins to get angry.

Jon McDaniel: Mistake number one, don’t touch Mr. Americana’s special friend.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and mistake number two, don’t turn your back on your opponent.

Mr. A spins Ian around, and begins to hit right jab after right jab. Then spins his hands around like hitting a speed bag. Instead of hitting a huge punch or elbow smash, he spins around and mule kicks Ian right in the crotch. Ian goes down in a heap. Mr. A slides ut of the ring and helps Cindy Lou out of the ring.

He slides back into the ring and goes over to Ian. Ian thumbs Mr. A in the eye. He then kicks Americana in the head, sending him to a knee.

Ian continues his attack by landing rights and lefts to the head. Soon he has Mr. Americana mounted and is pounding away on the head of the fan favorite. Only the ref’s threat of disqualification stops Ian’s onslaught.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mr. Americana take this much punishment.

Emperor Ian Pulls him up and applies the Imperial Conquest

Jon McDanel: And things don’t look good for Mr. Americana. He seems to be fading fast.

Cindy Lou begins leading the fans in a USA chant. Soon the arena is rocking with the chants of USA! USA! USA!

The ref goes to check Mr. Americana’s arm

1…..

2…..

3…

NOOO! At the very last second, Mr. Americana raises his arm up and begins to wave his finger in the air. He begins to work his way to his feet, weakening Ian’s grip on the Imperial Conquest. Two elbows to the stomach has freed Mr. A.

He grabs Ian by the head and begins to hit a series of 9 elbow mashes. Ian is wobbly as Mr. Americana jukes and jives, before hitting elbow smash number ten. Ian hits the mat with a thud. Mr. Americana pulls him up , picks him up in the air for a body slam. He then backs into the corner and runs out to drop the big elbow on the Emperor.

Mr. Americana slams down into the chest of Emperor Ian. He makes the cover

1…..

2…..

Referee Scott Swindell is pulled out of the ring by one of the men who kidnapped Ian last week. Swindell hits the floor and is knocked senseless. The two men hit the ring and attack Mr. Americana. He fights the two men off as long as he can, but soon Ian joins in and they overpower the fan favorite.

Jon McDaniel: These two guys claim to be from the future. A future in which Mr. Americana is president. They say they’re here to help Ian stop it from happening.

Brian Rentfro: I only got one question…where’s the robot?

The two men hit a spike piledriver on Mr. Americana, who is now unconscious in the rign. Ian covers Americana as one of the men rolls Swindell back in. The groggy referee counts

1…

2….

3!!!!

The crowd howls in disapproval. They begin throwing trash into the ring as Ian and his accomplices congratulate each other.

Cindy Lou crawls into the ring and cradles Mr. Americana’s head in her hands. She is visibly shaken as the tears fall down her face. Ian and the two mean walk over to her. Ian again makes a remark that the camera mics don’t pick up, then spits on her. As she tries to get to her feet, one of the men kicks here in the chest, sending her to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: GET THESE GUYS OUTTA HERE!

Security and PWA officials usher Ian and the men to the back as the crowd pelts them with garbage.

Sykopath vs James Porter

GB Title Shot Match


Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, after 'introducing' himself to the PWA last week during the Duff Cote d'Ivoire vs Marvin Wood match, James Porter finds himself in the unenviable position of facing The Haitian Nightmare, Sykopath.

Brian Rentfro: And I can guarantee you, that that guy is in a foul mood after losing his match against Jacob Figgins last Monday.

Jon McDaniel: Let's go up to Eric Emerson for the introductions.

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL WITH A 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT, AND WILL DETERMINE THE NEXT CHALLENGER FOR THE PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPIONSHIP......

The lights fade to complete darkness. The crowd waits in anticipation. "Bad Company" by Bad Company starts to quietly play. The lights turn to a blue hue and the crowd reacts with both cheers and boo's. The jumbotron above the entrance ramp begins showing footage of hectic riots, a variety of protests and street fights flash quickly on the big screen.

Eric Emerson: INTRODUCING FIRST...... HE WEIGHS IN AT 200 POUNDS.....HE HAILS FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN....

Smoke begins to take over the top of the ramp until James Porter emerges. His hands clenched at his sides. Porter holds his head down, and his wet hair hangs down covering his face. The music begins to pick up and simultaneously with it reaching its peak; James raises his head and starts to run towards the ring. He makes no interaction with the fans and slides under the bottom rope.

He runs around the ring, bouncing off each of the ropes and adjusting the tape on his wrists.

ERIC EMERSON: THIS IS....JAAAAAMMMMMEESSSS POOOOOOOORRRRTTTTTERRRR!

Porter climbs to the top of each turnbuckle and raises both arms in the air, he performs his signature taunt; extending his middle fingers outwards a la The Rattlesnake. He smirks, and lowers his arms before jumping backwards off the last turnbuckle, he hops around inside the ring as he waits for his opponent.

Suddenly the lights go out. After about 10 seconds the ring is illuminated with burning candles that surround the inner perimeter of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Aww, dammit! Here we go again. Can't Eli do something about this?

Jon McDaniel: Scared, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Bravery is not the absence of fear, Jon. It is AAAAAHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED MY NECK!

Jon McDaniel: Good thing you wore dark pants tonight, eh, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Ha ha ha, Jon. If you'll excuse me, I need to go to the back and freshen up a bit. I'll be back after the match.

James Porter stands smirking , unmoved in the ring. A cable lowers from the top of the arena above center ring. At the end of the cable is a flyer from the "North of Nine" club that Porter is majority owner of. Superimposed on the flyer is the crime scene photos of the four college hockey players killed in the infamous shooting there. Finger-written in what appears to be blood are the words 'A party to die for.' Incensed, Porter reaches to grab the flyer, but it ignites and burns out before hitting the ground.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: WEIGHING IN AT 265 POUNDS….ORIGINALLY FROM CITE’ SOLEIL, PORT AU PRINCE, HAITI….BUT NOW RESIDING IN THE DARKEST CORNERS OF INSANITY…..THIS…IS…SYKOPATH!

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

Jon McDaniel: The effects of last week's battle are still very visible on Sykopath. Just look at his shoulder.

The camera zooms in on the burned, mottled skin on Sykopath's chest and shoulder, eliciting a groan from the audience and from Jon McDaniel.

Jon McDaniel: Thanks for showing that guys. Sorry I mentioned it. I think Referee Daniel Davis is ready to get this match started.

*DING DING DING!*

Sykopath lurks in the corner and Porter comes out of his corner half-way to meet him. He starts yelling at Sykopath for talking about his father, and Sykopath charges and tackles Porter to the ground. Sykopath begins to pound Porter with closed fists, and Porter covers up. Referee Davis begins the count and eventually pulls Sykopath off of Porter, admonishing him for not obeying his authority. This gives Porter the opportunity to quickly reply with a flurry of rights and lefts that push Sykopath back against the ropes. Again, Davis attempts to step in, but Sykopath grabs Porter's arm and bites down! Porter screams in agony.

Jon McDaniel: It seems like referee Davis has already lost control of this match!

Brian Rentfro: No surprise there, this guy has a history of being incompetent. He couldn't even call the Hunter Sullivan/Marvin Wood match properly!

Porter with a quick punch to the stomach, doubling Sykopath over. Sykopath coughs out Porter's arm, blood begins to drip from the teeth marks. Porter drops Sykopath on his face with a nasty DDT, leaving the Haitian monster writhing on the mat. Porter is quick to his feet and favoring his bloody arm. Too much focus on the wound allows Sykopath to get back up to one knee, but Porter sends him right back down to the mat with a running dropkick that hits Sykopath on the nose!

Jon McDaniel: And Sykopath is busted open now! That didn't take long!

Brian Rentfro: Hey, these guys had some harsh words for each other this week. If blood wasn't spilled, I'd be demanding a refund!

Jon McDaniel: You're being paid to sit here.

Brian Rentfro: Still!

Porter picks Sykopath up and goes to whip him across the ring, but Sykopath reverses it. Porter bounces off the ropes and Sykopath brings him down with an authoritative powerslam! He goes for the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out! James Porter gets the shoulder up, and Sykopath goes right back to biting him. Porter screams and punches Sykopath off of him again. Sykopath's blood covers a fresh set of bite marks on Porter's skin. Porter gets back to his feet and holds his shoulder. Sykopath stirs on the ground and Porter climbs the top rope. As Sykopath gets to his feet, Porter flies off of the top rope with a diving hurricanrana! Cover!

1...

2...

Kick out! Well, kind of. Porter actually broke the hold when Sykopath began to bite on his thigh. Porter curses and begins to pound Sykopath relentlessly with ax-handle smashes. Porter limps to the corner and continues to favor his wounds as Sykopath comes flying out of nowhere with a lariat. Sykopath whips Porter across the ring and hits a nasty bicycle kick! The crowd is booing loudly, but Sykopath cackles before lifting Porter to his feet. Sykopath with a brutal jackhammer! Pin!

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: James Porter won't give up without a fight!

Brian Rentfro: That's awfully stupid, Jon. Doesn't he know what Sykopath is capable of?

Sykopath stands up and makes a cut-throat motion and lifts Porter to his feet. Porter comes alive with a series of slaps and chops to Sykopath's chest and back, causing those burns and wounds from last week's extreme match to come roaring back to the forefront of Sykopath's mind. He howls in pain and Porter quickly drops him to the ground with a double-leg takedown. He attempts to turn Sykopath into his patented Porter Pressure hold! Sykopath twists and turns and finally sinks his teeth into Porter's ankle, tripping him up. Sykopath stands up and Porter charges at him.

Sykopath with a quick boot to the gut... POWERBOMB! Again, Sykopath with the cut-throat motion. He lifts Porter to his feet... 1/12/10!!! Pin!

1...

2...

3!!!

*DING DING DING!*

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, SYKOOOPAAAATH!

Jon McDaniel: Sykopath gets the win, but it doesn't look like he's finished. He's got his fork again!

Sykopath begins to dig the fork into Porter's head, and the blood begins to flow freely. Sykopath dips his fingers into the blood and begins to draw images on the mat.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell are those?

Jon McDaniel: That can only be the veves he was talking about making with Porter's blood.

Brian Rentfro: That sick bastard! I think I'm beginning to like this guy. Now what's he doin?

Sykopath again dips his fingers in Porter's blood. This time he begins writing on James' chest.

Jon McDaniel: Talk about adding insult to injury. He's fingerpainting the police code 10-00 on James Porter's chest! That's code for 'officer down!' It's well known that Porter's father was a policeman, and was murdered.

Brian Rentfro: That sick fuck!

Over Yonder


The sound of a car door opening is quickly followed by the voice of Ralph, the cameraman.

Ralph: "Again? I mean really Bud?"

Bud: "Yes again! You just do the filming and next time one of his freakish wild animals comes near you cut the damn camera off. Those assholes in the Audio/Visual department get a kick out of seeing that stuff happening to me."

Ralph: "It has helped ratings, the always prim and proper Bud Adams..."

Bud: "Shut up Ralph, just do as you are told."

Ralph: "..."

Nicole walks out of the door, wearing a short pair of Daisy Duke jean shorts, showing her lovely long legs, and a shirt tied under her breasts; almost revealing them to the world.

Nicole: "Hey Ralph(she waves)... you gain?(this to Bud)"

Bud: "Yes, me again, where is Hayes?"

Nicole stares at Bud.

Nicole: "Talk to me, not to my tits."

Bud clears his throat, Ralph laughs.

Nicole: "They don't talk, I do."

Ralph laughs again, Bud once again clears his throat.

Bud: "I'm sorry, do n't get Georgia or Precious..."

Nicole smirks.

Nicole: "Why ever not Bud? They do love you so much... for some reason."

Bud growls something unintelligible.

Nicole: "What was that Bud? I couldn't hear you, but I think Georgia or Precious may could help my hearing."

Bud: "I said I am just trying to find Jethro."

Nicole: "He's over yonder feeding the cows and checking on their fence after all of this rain."

Bud wipes his brow and lets out a sigh.

Bud: "Thanks Nicole, I really appreciate it."

Nicole nods and leans on the door jam as she watches both men walk towards the cows' pasture.

Nicole: "Bye Ralph!"

He waves good-bye to her as they come up to the fense.

Bud: "I hate fucking animals."

He looks and notices Jethro at the other end of the pasture, working on the fense.

Bud: "Damn, figures he'd be over at the opposite end of the field... all this shit, piss, mud, and who knows what else. I'm going to ruin my clothes and shoes for this damn interview."

Ralph laughs, Bud turns to glare at him. Bud looks at the gate's lock, realizing that Jethro has to have the key and that he has no choice but to climb over into the pen with the cows.

Bud: "Here goes nothing, Eli is definitely going to owe me another suit."

He climbs up and perches on the top before gingerly climbing down on the opposite side.

Bud: "Waiting on me to fall were you?"

Bud turns and begins to walk, Jethro's back to him as Hayes works on the fence. Bud is making great process until a loud grunt comes from his right.

Jethro(you can hear him in the distance): "Shut up Buddy."

Bud stops with both feet planted, thinking that Jethro is talking to him.

Bud: "Buddy? I hate being called Buddy."

All of a sudden pounding hooves and grunting come from the right, Bud turns to find a horny rampaging bull coming at him with a very fast speed. Bud yelps and runs back towards the gate, but slips and falls face first into a pile of cow shit.

Jethro(still not looking): "Shut up Buddy, I'm fixing the fence!"

Bud gets up, but the bull has blocked his way back to the gate and is charging at him. Bud sprints away at top speed, the shit covering his face, but the bull is gaining; Ralph is recording it all. Bud slips down in a pile of shit, sliding and barely avoiding the charging bull, but he slides into a puddle of mud, piss, and shit mixture. The bull roars by missing Bud by a mere inch or two at the most. Bud is back up, but another cow has blocked his way back to the gate and its closer to Jethro than back to the gate. He goes to yell to Jethro, but as he steps in that direction, beginning to run again, he slips and gets a mouth full of that mixture from a few seconds earlier.. Bud begins to gag and wretch and notices the bull returning at what seems to be a faster pace, his head lowered as he charges. Bud gets up and runs as fast as he can towards Jethro. Bud's head is turned to watch the bull and he doesn't see Jethro hop onto the 4-mule(the atv type of vehicle not the animal) and start off, his full concentration is on the charging bull. The bull continues his chase and Bud is actually managing to head straight for where Jethro was at and keeping in front of the bull. The bull gives chase and eventually Bud reaches the other side of the pasture, as Jethro reaches the gate.

Jethro: "What is he doing making Buddy so upset and agitated? He should know better."

Ralph: "He was going to talk to you."

Jethro: "He should have waited, I'd been right back."

Bud is nearly to the fence when he turns to get behind Jethro, who is now back at the gate.

Jethro(yelling): "Jump the fence! Jump the fence Bud!"

Bud leaps with surprising agility and clears the fence.

Jethro: "Damn, forgot the briars over there."

Bud yells out in pain as he scrambles around and finally untangles himself out of the briars, the bull snorting and pawing the ground with his front hooves.

Jethro: "Bud! I'll come get you!"

Bud looks at the bull, at the briars, and at Jethro.

Bud: "Thank you!"

Jethro: "What?!"

Bud: "Thank you!"

Jethro: "What?!"

Bud: "Thank you!"

Jethro: "Then walk back!"

Bud looks shocked and confused.

Jethro: "I'll be damned if I'm gonna go pick up anyone smelling like shit, piss, and mud when they tell me fuck you, when I offer to help him out."

Jethro sits back on the mule.

Jethro: "Ralph, you want a ride back to the house?"

Ralph: "Sure."

Bud yells something else, but the mic doesn't pick it up as the motor cranks up.

{fade}

The Hunter or The Hunted


The cameras focused in on the kicked in door to the locker room of Hunter Sullivan. Hunter is laid out on the floor. But before anyone can rushes in, out walks Emperor Ian.

Emperor Ian: Tag Team Champion...hmmm....not from where I stand.

Ian turns back one more time to look at his handy work.

Emperor Ian: And not from where you lay.

EMTs rush past Ian as he makes his way down the hall. The Head medic looks at a stage hand.

Head Medic: Go tell storm this one isn't making it to his match.

The stage hand rushes out the room as the scene fades back to the announce table.

Bubba J vs Billy Bob Hayes

Singles Match


Jon McDaniel: Damn that Ian, I hope he realizes what he has just done!!!

Before Jon's partner can respond..."She thinks my tractor's sexy" plays as Billy Bob runs down the ramp waving a mini-Confederate battle flag and slapping palms with fans. He enters the ring, hops on the nearest turnbuckle, and points up to the ceiling.

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the PWA-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, his fists wrapped in tape;no expression on his face.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

Eric Emerson: From Lenox, Ga; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

The bell rings and the two big men meet face to face in the center of the ring and start jaw jacking one another. The fans are awaiting these two to kill eachother as Hayes pie faces Bubba J , shouting at him to bring it on. He obliges with a hard right hand to the head. The two immediately begin trading punches! They engage in a grapple, but Bubba J uses his strength to shove him down! He shouts down at him "You're nothing!" Hayes is not happy as he gets back up. the two grapple some more, but this time its Hayes who uses his power to shove Bubba J to the mat. He taunts Bubba J as he gets up, flexing his massive arms at him. Bubba J has had enough and gets up and kicks him in the mid section. He throws him to the ropes and goes for a shoulder block, but he doesn't go down. He goes to do it again but Fineli catches him with a clothesline, rocking the big man. He runs the ropes himself and hits Bubba J with a flying shoulder, block, knocking him off his feet.

As Bubba J gets up, he is met by a Scoop Slam by Hayes , He continues the assault by hitting a quick legdrop across his throat. He then picks him up and runs him to the ropes. He then climbs onto the ropes, balling his fists as he begins punching onto the temple of Hayes ten times. The crowd begins counting along until he believes he's had enough. He allows Bubba J to stumble out of the corner and connect with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Hayes smiles, confident that he's got this match in the bag as he scoops him up. But Bubba J quickly thumbs him in the eye. As Hayes is stunned temporarily, he pulls him forward for a short arm clothesline! Hayes tries to make it over to the ropes, Bubba J grabs him and lays him on the bottom rope and begins choking him. The referee begins counting and he releases the hold before he is disqualified.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J is aggressive tonight

Brian Rentfro: Bubba is always aggressive. He treats everyone like they stole the last coke at home depot.

Jon McDaniel: They sell coke at home depot?

Brian Rentfro: Shut up and let me ramble

He picks up Hayes and places him over his shoulder, going for a Snake Eyes, but at the last second he wiggles out of the move and pushes him sternum first into the buckles. He takes the advantage and connects with a Back Suplex! Hayes is still alive in this match as he grabs the big man, stunning him with a European Uppercut before grabbing him from behind and putting him down with a Reverse DDT! He then runs the ropes opposite of him and connects with a jumping elbow drop! He goes for the cover.

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Bubba J isn't going down so easily. Hayes goes for a Gutwrench Suplex, but Bubba J uses his own momentum against him and drives him into the buckles back first. He then hits a series of shoulder thrusts, looking to damage his ribs. He then drags him out and succeeds with a Gutbuster! Hayes decides to take a breather and rolls out of the ring. But Bubba J is hot on his trail as he grabs him and rams him into the steel steps face first! He then grabs him and hits a scoop slam right on the concrete floor! He takes a prone Hayes and rolls him back into the ring. Looking to put more pain on his back, he hits a backbreaker! He then grabs him by the leg and turns him over for a Boston Crab! Hayes looks to be in pain, but refuses to submit. He wisely grabs the rope, forcing the referee to tell Bubba J to break the hold.

Bubba J goes to pick him up, but Hayes goes downstairs with a low blow, luckily the referee didn't see it! Bubba J is reeling as Hayes is up, executing a Swinging Neckbreaker! He grabs Bubba J again and runs to the ropes. He runs the opposite way and nails him with a running clothesline! Hayes is a house of fire as he waits for him to get up, walking right into a Spinebuster! Looking to go into the high risk district, he ascends the second rope, going for a Flying Elbow drop, but Bubba J wisely rolls out of the way as Hayes gets nothing but canvas! Bubba J is up as he waits for him to get up and plants him with a picture perfect DDT! He quickly hooks the leg.

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Bubba J is starting to get a little aggravated, but is determined to put Hayes away. He scoops up Hayes , but he isn't going down without a fight as he delivers a hard right hand. Bubba J replies with a hard punch of his own, they are having another slugfest! Bubba J gets the better of the exchange as he is rocking Hayes with lefts and rights, staggering the big man. He takes advantage of his state by hitting a huge scoop slam! It looks like that it has taken quite a bit out of Bubba J as well as he runs him to the ropes and catches him with a Big Boot! Hayes is still dazed as Bubba J ascends the ropes, coming down on him with a flying clothesline that sends both men down to the mat! Both combatants are down on the mat as the referee begins a 10 count.

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Bubba J begins showing signs of life as he slowly comes over and drapes his arm across his chest.

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Hayes barely gets the shoulder up! Bubba J is frustrated as he gets up and runs Hayes to the ropes. He comes running at him, Bubba J runs right into his boot as Hayes has his foot up! Hayes prepares for him to turn around and runs and connects with a THE PLOW~!

Jon McDaniel:Sweet Mother of pearl! That came out of nowhere!

Brian Rentfro:That was out of desperation!

Hayes is looking to finish this match once and for all as he waits for Bubba J to turn around, he lifts him up over his shoulder and gets a full head of steam, connecting with a Running Powerslam! He proclaims that this is the end as he waits for a weary Bubba J to turn around. He goes for a Billy Bob Breaker, but Bubba J starts powering out of it, refusing to go down, once he's released he quickly grabs him, using all his power to lift him up and connect with the Trailer Park Trash!!! He collapses onto Hayes .


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Eric Emerson:And your winner… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

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Shawn O'Reilly vs Cody Bogard vs Marvin Wood vs Hunter Sullivan

Main Event Gauntlet Match


Gauntlet Match 1: VS Marvin Wood

As we come back from commercial, Wood and O'Reilly are already int he ring.Wood quickly attacks O'Reilly as soon as he can. Trying to force him into the corner. Shawn is too smart for that and ducks a big boot and get to the side of Wood, before driving a knee into his ribs. O'Reilly shows off that bulldog personality that he is known for as he almost goes throw every suplex and slam that he has in his arsenal trying to put Marvin Wood away. But Wood is always able to kick out or get back up at the last minute, frustrating Shawn.

A few well placed elbows gets Marvin the room he was looking for and allows him to straighten out his issues with O'Reilly by using a combination of strikes and slams that not only get him back into the match but takes Shawn off his feet. Backed up into the ropes, Marvin is doing his best to chop away at the ribs of O'Reilly...trying to chip at the trunk of the man who feels he has been screwed by the Front Office. But Wood doesn't give two shits about...all he cares about is tearing into Shawn O'Reilly and he is doing a damn good job at it. Marvin whips O'Reilly into the corner and waits for him to pop out. As he does, Shawn blocks the suplex attempt and shocks Marvin with a very nasty looking European uppercut. Before Wood could stumble back, Shawn grabs Marvin and lifts him up...THUNDERKISS '65!!!

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Shawn drops down and tries to get some air...but he doesn't have long because as the crowd is buzzing to see the outcome of the first gauntlet match, they are "blessed" by hearing the entrance music of one, Cody Bogard.

Gauntlet Match 2: VS Cody Bogard

The two enemies meet in the center of the ring. The ref hardly gets a chance to call for the bell and the two explodes on each other. Cody starts to get the upper hand and is peppering a already tired O'Reilly with rights and lefts that set up a series of stiff looking suplexes. O'Reilly still trying to recover from the first match is stumble back into the corner. Cody wastes no time in chopping away at Shawn's chest, while the crowd "Woooos" with him on each chop.

But Cody goes to the well on too many times and mistimes a Yakuza kick that gets him caught on the ropes. O'Reilly see his chance to get back into this and German suplexes Cody off the ropes he sat on. O'Reilly slams the mat trying to get himself siked up and starts to lay into Cody. A powerslam here, DDT there with a stalling vertical suplex to top everything off and it looks like Shawn is back in the hunt of things. Shawn is starting to stalk Cody...waiting for him to get up. He goes to wrap cody up, but stops and pushes him to the mat as he sees who is walking down the rampway.

Jon McDaniel: What is Eli Storm doing down here!?!

Brian Rentfro: Uhm, he owns the company...why wouldn't want to come down and watch the main event...that he booked.

Jon McDaniel: I...I...I can't believe I'm going to say this, but you are right.

Brian Rentfro: Once a broken clock is right then...something, something smart afterwards.

Storm stops right at ringside and O'Reilly rolls out of the ring and gets in Storm's face. You can hear Storm telling Shawn that he is just here to watch the match and wants no trouble. But Shawn isn't having any of that, he turns from Storm, only to turn back around and nail Storm with a stiff looking superkick that takes the company's boss to the floor. Shawn smiles and rolls back into the ring and goes for the pin on Cody, who quickly rolls up him up.

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Cody turns around and is blasted in the face by a dropkick by O'Reilly, who looks pissed at the fact that he almost got himself pinned. Shawn goes back to stalking Cody. He can feel that this is gonna be the moment where he gets his shot. Cody gets up and is staggering a little bit. Shawn spins him around and wraps him up in for Thunderkiss ’65. But before he can, Eli storm slides into the and wraps up O'Reilly with a sick looking Rolling Chaos Theory Suplex.

Brian Rentfro: OH SHIT!!! Thats the finisher Storm uses when he wrestles for UX...X MARKS THE SPOT!!!

The ref is just looking in shock as Storm pops up and looks down at Cody Bogard. Storm looks at the ref and screams "COUNT!!!" The ref goes to count, but Cody at the last second rolls over and drapes his arm over Shawn.

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Eric Emerson: Your winner and NEW number one contender for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship....CODY BOGARD!!!!!

Cody rolls off of O'Rielly and rolls out of the ring as the crowd starts to boo.

Jon McDaniel: What the Hell is Storm thinking...he just cost Shawn the match

Brian Rentfro: Well, O'Reilly should of never put his hands on Storm. He brought this on himself.

Jon McDaniel: but this...this sets up another Cody/Anna clash!!!

Brian Rentfro: I think Storm sees this as the lesser of two evils, Jon.

Storm calls for a microphone as Cody rolls out the ring and makes his way up the rampway. Storm kneels down next to O'Reilly who is still knocked out.

Eli Storm: I hope you aren't too knocked out, because I want you to hear every word I'm about to say to you. Do not let the high price suits fool you. I am still an active wrestler. Don't think for one second, that my paycheck from the PWA powers that be is that good that I would allow you to put your hands on me. I am still one of the best that ever stepped foot in a wresting ring. But I know this won't be enough for you to learn your lesson. I know for a fact...that this won't be enough to make you rethink this foolish pursuit you have for pissing me off.

Storm stands up and straightens his suit.

Eli Storm: So this is what we are going to do. So for one night...for one night only, I will make my return to PWA action. Because at PWA Survival it will be in one corner, "The Boston Bulldog" Shawn O'Reilly. And inthe other corner...that charismatic Canadian, The Calgary Highlight Reel..."The Incredible One" Eli Storm, in a match that is known as a...

Storm pauses and looks back down at O'Reilly.

Storm: I guess you get to find that out at Survival now don't you, hahahaha.

Storm steps out the ring himself as Shawn has slowly started to pull himself up into the corner, just staring holes into Storm.