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


09-09-2013


Welcome to RAMPAGE!!!


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: Alright fans, we are at the last show before the big PPV and things are heating up in the company.

Brian Rentfro: Let me first say that any comments that Jon McDaniel makes about our fearless leader and all around great humanitarian, Eli Storm are not shared by me. Please remember that as you watch.

Jon McDaniel: You are such a kiss ass!!!

Brian Rentfro: No, I'm not. Online porn is very expensive...so I can't afford top be jobless.

Jon McDaniel: You still pay for porn...I usually go to this website called...

Brian Rentfro: WHAT!?!

Jon McDaniel quickly stops speaking and gets ready to intro the first match of the night.

Accordin' to plan...


Jon McDaniel: It's time for our opening match. PWA Chief Eli Storm has tried to make Shawn O'Reilly's life a living hell over the past few weeks, and has succeeded to some extent, until last week. O'Reilly sent Storm to the hospital with a concussion. Storm refused to issue any official punishment from the front office, opting instead to put O'Reilly in a gauntlet match tonight against Scottie Snow, James Porter, 'The Beast' Viktor Stone, and a mystery opponent.

Brian Rentfro: I gotta say this back and forth between Storm and O'Reilly has been fun to wath, but did you see the way that Storm's neck bent last week? I think the fun and games are over.

Jon McDaniel: O'Reilly is already in the ring and he's got the mic.

The crowd is giving O'Reilly a mixed reaction. He looks out into the crowd with a smirk.

Shawn O'Reilly: Now I know that you're here tonight, against doctor's orders, Eli. I also know that you're still concussed and your head is probably still hurtin so I'm gonnna speak softly and slowly so you'll be able to get all this.

Last week you made some comments from your office that were, at best, unfair, and at worst, bold faced lies. Let's show the fans the video. I'm gonna have the monkeys in the truck pause it throughout so I can make my counter points to your points.

Storm's video from last week begins to play.

Eli Storm: See you made a deal with guys who ran this place before me. Deals that honestly, I have nothing to do with. Two...instead of coming to me and seeing if there was anything that I could do to maybe honor those deals, you wanted to bully me. You wanted to try and pressure me. Talk down to me and try to ruin my matches. And then...then you Superkicked me on national TV. You actually put your hands on me and thought it would be ok...you thought that I would let it slide.

The video pauses.

O'Reilly: You know something, pal? I’m over the whole Fantastic Andy promise thing. I should’ve known not to trust any promoter’s handshake. Not Andy’s, not Kalis’s , and definitely not yours. What would you have done if I’d have come in to talk to you? You’d have given me the ol’ “I’m not gonna promise you anything except an opportunity” speech that guys, even guys who wrestled for years and now are suits, give to the guys who are still out there in the ring doin it. Bully you? Nah, pressure yes, bully no. Ah the superkick. That was fun. Didn’t end well for me that night, but hell, I think it was worth it to see the look of shock on your face as you saw my foot getting closer and closer to that ugly mug of yours. And I absolutely knew that you wouldn’t let it slide. Go ahead, monkeys in the truck.

Eli Storm: And that is exactly your problem, Shawn...you don't think. You just feel like everything should bend to your will. The problem is, the only thing bending to your will is whatever shower buddy you end up picking up from Chippendales. You know what your other problem is...you think you're above a beating. You think that you are above an asskicking. While Shawn...now you get to have your stone cold reality check moment. You get to be in the ring with the Boss and tear into him. You get to do what alot of guys have tried but could do...and that is beat me in the ring.

The video again pauses.

O'Reilly: When have I ever made mention of anyone bending to my will. I impose my physical will on others in that ring. You’ll learn that soon enough, pal.

I’m not even gonna dignify the Chippendales remark with any response other that ‘grow up,’ you stupid sonofabitch.

And I know I’m not above an assbeatin’. I’ve gotten as many as I’ve given since I came here. And I WILL do what all those others have tried but couldn’t do, and you know why? Because I’m not those others. I’m not these guys who think they can drink a few beers, ride an ATV around the ring, create a slogan that’ll sell t-shirts, and then get to try to whip the bosses ass. I’m just gonna walk into that ring, kick your sorry ass, and walk out of that ring.

Just another day at the office. Last time, monkeys, roll it.

Eli Storm: And congrats for tonight. you over came the odds and where dominate. I want you to remember that. Keep that feeling in the back of your head. And trust me we are going to revisit that. now the reason why I put you in that match because I want the Shawn O'Reilly in that ring when we meet. I want you are your best and angriest, so there can be no excuse. Because at the Survival, you are stepping into the ring with a legend...a hall of famer. A man that wrestles at a level that you on your best day, in your fav. wrestling game, can't even touch after modding and hacking. Now let's go back to that feeling that I told you to hold on to. You see after the PPV, you won't have that feeling...no you will have something worse. and it is going to eat at your gut. And what is going to make it worse...is you could of avoided all of this.

The video pauses. O'Reilly has an agitated look on his face.

O'Reilly:: I neither need nor want your congratulations. I don’t know how the odds could be against me when my opponents were Snow and Porter, but I was dominant. And I want you to remember that feelin you got watchin me. Fear, trepidation. We’ll be revisiting those feelin’s when we meet at Survival.

A legend. A Hall of Famer. Hell’s Bells, the Hall of Fame must not mean shit when guys like you and Snow are part of it.

And I don’t play games, asshole. Jesus Christ, what is it with this place? Playin games, readin comic books. What the fuck is this…junior high? This is serious business, Storm. I think now you actually realize how serious I am.

I could've avoided this? Hell, jack, This is all goin’ accordin to plan.

NOW BRING 'EM ON!

Shawn O'Reilly vs Scottie Snow, James Porter, Viktor Stone & ???

Gauntlet Match


The familiar intro of the Pink Panther theme starts to play as the arena lights dim slightly. Scottie 'The Panther' Snow walks out to the top of the entrance ramp, looks towards the ring at O'Reilly, then walks to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Snow doesn't seem to be in a big hurry to get to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Gee, I don't know why...three ass-kickins in one month from the same guy. That would slow my roll a little bit, too.

As Snow is climbing through the ropes, O'Reilly runs over and kicks the middle rope , effectively crotching 'The Panther.'

DING! DING!

O'Reilly pulls Snow to the center of the ring, picks him up, and drops him with the Thunderkiss '65.

Jon McDaniel: THUNDERKISS '65! COVER!

1...

2...

3!!!!!!

O'Reilly picks Snow up, and throws him over the top rope and to the floor. He then beckons the next member of the opposition, James Porter to the ring.

The camera switches to Jon and Brian at the announce position.

Jon McDaniel: Good Lord! Do you know the time of the fall, Brian?

Rentfro begins to count on his fingers.

Brian Rentfro: Seven...eight...

Eric Emerson: THE TIME OF THE FALL...NINE SECONDS!

Rentfro gives Emerson the finger as 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.

Smoke begins to take over the top of the ramp until James Porter emerges. He shakes his head and begins to walk down the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: Brian, do you get the feeling that perhaps Porter and Snow didn't really want to do this, but were being forced to by Eli Storm?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, you're right. Judgin from Porter's face, I thik he'd rather be anywhere but here right now.

Porter enters the ring and the bell sounds.

DING! DING!

As Porter goes to lock up with O'Reilly, 'The Bulldog' kicks him low, grabs the underhooks and hits the Bulldog Driver. He goes for the pin.

1....

2....

3!!!

O'Reilly picks Porter up in a fireman's carry and dumps him over the top rope. The crowd starts to cheer O'Reilly who is not sitting on the top turnbuckle. He looks towards the back and shrugs his shoulders, as if to say 'Is this all you got?'

Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck begins to play and the crowd erupts as Viktor Stone walks down the ramp with purpose.

Jon McDaniel: Something tells me that this stage of the gauntlet won't be as easy as the first two stages.

Brian Rentfro: Finally, a good old fashioned fight.

Stone gets to the bottom of the ramp and breaks into a sprint to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and the fight is on!

DING! DING!

Both men pound each other with lefts and rights before Stone gets the upper hand. He bullies O'Reilly into the corner and begins to land leg and side kicks. He whips O'Reilly across the ring, but O'Reilly reverses it and slings Stone into the corner, and follows him in with a clothesline. Stone staggers out of the corner, while O'Reilly climbs to the middle rope and comes off with a bulldog. Shawn goes for the cover.

1...

2...

3 NO!

Stone kicks out with authority. O'Reilly pulls him up to his feet. Viktor pushes him back and hits a cross chop that sends 'The Bulldog' to the mat. While Shawn gasps for air, Stone pushes the attack, by stomping his chest and kicking him in the ribs. Stone drops four consecutive elbow drops across the chest of O'Reilly.

Jon McDaniel: The Beast is driving the sir from the lungs of Shawn O'Reilly! COVER!

1...

2...

O'Reilly barely gets his foot on the ropes before the three count.

Stone whips O'Reilly into the ropes and goes for a back body drop. O'Reilly leapfrogs, spins around, and hooks in a sleeper.

Brian Rentfro: Damn, O'Reilly has that sleeper cinched in tight! Stone's face is almost maroon!

Jon McDaniel: Actually, Brian, Stone's face is more of a burgundy or...NO MATTER! STONE IS FADING FAST. THE REF'S COMING OVER TO CHECK STONE'S ARM!

1....

2.....

3 NO!

WAIT A MINUTE!

Stone's hand nearly hit the mat for the third time, but at the very last moment, 'The Beast' caught it before it hit the mat. Storm begins to power out of O'Reilly's sleeperhold. He torques his body aroundand hits a fallaway belly to back suplex that folds O'Reilly up. Both men are down. The ref begins the count.

1...

2...

3...

O'Reilly begins to stir, but Stine remains motionless.

4...

5...

6...

Stone still shows no signs of life and O'Reilly is up to his knees.

7...

8...

9...

O'Reilly makes it to his feet with the aid of the ropes. He walks over to Stone's lifeless body. He nudges Stone's head with his boot. Nothing. He pushes Stone's head hard with his boot. Still no reaction.

He pulls Stone's dead weight up and picks him up for the Thunderkiss '65.

Jon McDaniel: This is it...NO! STONE FLOATS OVER AND HOOKS IN THE KATAHAJIME!

Brian Rentfro: THAT SNEAKY BASTARD WAS PLAYIN' POSSUM! GREAT STRATEGY!

O'Reilly flails and struggles, trying to keep from being down to the mat. He leans forward, pulling Stone's feet off the mat. He walks towards the corner, looking to earn a break, but Stone shifts his weight, getting his feet back on the mat. He turns O'Reilly away from the corner, and falls back first onto the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Stone has the katahajime locked in tight. O'Reilly's either gonna tap out or pass out! Referee Cross is coming over to ask O'Reilly if he wants to quit.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like this gauntlet is over.

Jon McDaniel: NO WAIT! O'REILLY JUST BRIDGED AND USED THE REF'S OWN BODY TO PUSH HIMSELF BACKWARDS, PUTTING ALL HIS WEIGHT ON STONE. HE'S GOT HIM PINNED! LOK UP REF! HE'S GOT HIS FEET HOOKD AROUND THE ROPES!

1...

2...

NOT THIS WAY!!

3!!!

I CAN'T BELIEVE SHAWN O'REILLY THOUGHT IT NECESSARY TO USE THE ROPES TO PIN VIKTOR STONE!

Stone releases the katahajime. O'Reilly rolls off 'The Beast,' gets to his feet, and begins stomping Stone, before he can even defend himself.

O'Reilly uses his feet and the ropes to push Stone under the bottom rope and to the floor.

O'Reilly stands center ring, wiping his hands as if he is wiping dirt off them. He then motions to the back to bring on the next competitor.

Careful What You Ask For...


Suddenly he lights go low as smoke comes from the entrance way. Our Lady Peace's "Whatever" blares through the PA System and the crowd jumps to their feet, knowing who's music that is.

Jon McDaniel: No...no...he's not even cleared yet by PWA's medical staff. What is he thinking?

Brian Rentfro: THE BOSS IS IN THE HIZZ-OUSE!!!

Eli Storm slowly walks out from behind the curtains. A neckbrace graces his neck as he starts to walk down the walkway. The crowd is buzzing, knowing that they are about to see a sneak peek at the PPV match up. Storm stops at the front of the ring and looks at Shawn. Both men are yelling back and forth at each other.

Storm: You brought this on yourself with you disrespect, Shawn.

O'Reilly: Stop the talk old man and get into this ring!!! I promise I'll be gentle...when I make you my BITCH!!!

Storm goes to climb in the ring, but stops. A large grin crawls across his face.

Storm: I don't know if they told you...I'm not cleared by the PWA Medical Staff...but, I know you are looking for a fight. So I made sure you got one.

Shawn quickly turns around as he feels someone entering the ring behind him. As O'Reilly quickly spins around a large hooded man nearly takes him off his feet with a very violent looking big boot. The big man grabs O'Reilly and lifts him up on his shoulders. The big man gorilla press him and quickly lets him drop down and nails a Samoan drop.

Jon McDaniel: Hold on...I know that move. Let me check my Rolodex.

Brian Rentfro: A Rolodex...you have a Rolodex of wrestling moves?

Jon McDaniel: Husssh, I'm looking...gorilla press...Samoan drop...the move is known as The Age of The Fall...OH SHIT...

Brian Rentfro: The Age of The Fall...isn't that the move used by...somebody better call the EMTs

The big man slams his fist against the mat and starts to stalk Shawn as he tries to pulls himself up against the ropes. Shawn gets up and the big man goes to grab him. but Shawn refuses to go down easy and starts to fire shots at the big man. Lefts and rights with a few kicks added in for good measure. The big man is staggering back and Shawn goes to whip him into the ropes, but at the last second the man reverse the irish whip and yanks Shawn in for a brutal looking Black Hole Slam.

Jon McDaniel: I know, I've seen that move before. That is THE FROSTBITE!!!! And that means...

Brian Rentfro: THE FORMER PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION...DEACON FROST IS BACK!!!!

Jon McDaniel: 7 Foot, 345lbs of pure violence is in the ring with O'Reilly. Eli that bastard has set Shawn up!

Brian Rentfro: Boss, I just would like you to know that remark is from Jon and I your faithful "STAR" announcer do not feel the same way. And if you would like I could come up with a list of replacements that to do Jon's job no problem.

Jon McDaniel: Kiss ass

The crowd starts to boo as Storm slowly makes his way up the ring steps and calls for a mic.

Storm: you should of done your homework. See...this is the problem that I have with you new guys. You don't respect those who came before you. You don't do your homework or research You don't grind anymore. So allow me to tell you what is going on. My name is Eli Storm. I'm a former World Champion of a number of companies. As well as numerous other titles. I am a Hall of Famer. And more then that...I am the bad guy. I've always been the bad guy. From beating the Hell out of the Kumquat Kid to making the Cowboys from Hell's life horrible. See you thought that you were pushing around a retired goodie goodie wrestler. you thought you were gonna just throw you weight and that would be all. But, Shawn...I've been playing the game longer then you've been able to lace your boots. The game you are trying to play...I perfected it against men who you will never be as great as. But don't feel bad...consider this a lesson. A lesson that shows you that you...you still have far to go. Now...for some reason, my lawyers say I'm not medically cleared to wrestle at Survival...so I made a call to someone who knows a little bit about being a champion, my good buddy and former tag team partner, "The Monster" Deacon Frost. And he agreed to take my place at the PPV. I figured tonight would be a great night to introduce you two to each other. No need to get up and shake hands...I'm sure Frost here understands. See you at Survival.

Storm pauses and waves to the back.

Storm: Now security, can you please come down and remove this trash from my ring.

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Blood, Fire, and Pillars of Smoke


Jon McDaniel: Fans, we want to show you now a video that was shot earlier today out in the desert town of Goldfield, Nevada. As you may know, this is where the Haitian Monster Sykopath has taken up residence, not in a home, but in a tent, and he can usually be found on what he calls ‘The Learning Rock.’ Earlier today, Lean Bean Miller braved the desert heat to record this interview with Sykopath.

Lean Bean Miller: I’m here at the ‘compound’ of Sykopath , and I have to say this is a rather unnerving site. We cannot show what is about to happen, due to FCC regulations, but suffice it to say that it will entail the death of a rooster.

Sykopath is wearing all white. His face is painted with white markings, known as veves. He is carrying the rooster with him. He walks inside his tent and comes out carrying a large knife in his other hand. He walks around to the learning rock. His back is to the camera as he raises the knife and brings it down hard. The sound of flapping wings is heard, then stops as soon as it starts. He reaches down and grabs a cup and brings it up to the rock

Sykopath holds up the cup that is now running over with the red viscous liquid that once ran through the rooster’s body. He pours some of it in a small stone bowl, then sets the cup down. He then reaches into a small bag and pulls out what looks to be sseveral different types of dried flowers. He crumbles them up into the blood that is in the bowl. He uses a stone pestle to crush and mix the flowers in with the blood. Sykopath takes the bowl over to a fire and pours the mixture. Into a small stone basin that is sitting over the fire. The liquid begins to sizzle, boil and steam as soon as it makes contact with the basin. Sykopath leans his face over the basin and covers his head with a cloth that could be interpreted as a prayer shawl of some type.

Sykopath begins a chant. Quiet as first, then progressively louder. The volume and intensity of the chant continues to grow until Sykopath falls backwards, almost as if he was pushed, into the learning rock. The basin that once held the liquid is now engulfed in an almost green flame. Sykopath is laid out on the rock, quivering and still chanting. Soon the quivering and chanting stop, and Sykopath lays still, as if he’s unconscious…or worse.

Cameraman: Bean, let’s get the hell outta here, man!

Lean Bean Miller: No. Calm down. Let’s see what happens.

Cameraman: You sound just like the guy who dies first in the movies.

The conversation is halted as Sykopath begins to jerk and spasm. He slides down off the Learning Rock, and is sitting on the hot desert sand, against the rock. Lean Bean Miller slowly walks over to him.

Lean Bean Miller: Are you ok?

Sykopath just looks up at him, a wicked grin on his face.

Sykopath: Reporter man, you ask I if I’m ok? No, I am not ok. I am transcended this world and have been allowed by Papa Legba to see the other world. He gives I vision of what is to come. . I have seen blood…and fire…and pillars of smoke. I have seen I and Jacob Figgins. I have seen I and Figgins fighting in a river of bloodI have seen I holding Figgins’ head under blood river. I have seen Figgins’ body floating away in blood river. And I have seen I reach into blood river and pull out Grizzly Beer Title. Papa Legba gives I this and now I make drink offering in thankfulness.

Syko walks back into the tent and comes out with a bottle of rum and two glasses. He fills the glasses halfway with rum.

He then grabs the cup and splits the remaining blood, which has already started to clot, among the two glasses. He sets one on the learning rock, an offering. He says a short chant, then drinks the glass down.

Lean Bean Miller: Ok, guys, now let’s get the hell outta here. Guys? Guys?

Miller turns around to see that the rest of the camera crew already running to the van.

Lean Bean Miller: WAIT FOR ME!

Hunter Sullivan vs Lucious Starr

Welcome Home, Starr Match


As we come back to the match, Hunter and Starr are already in the ring. Both men are going back and forth trading shots. Hunter starts to get the edge and whips Starr into the ropes. Starr comes flying off and is caught with a powerslam that shakes the ring. Hunter quickly climbs the ropes, but someone hops over the fence and pushes Hunter off. The ref calls for the bell as Hunter lands neck and shoulder first on the mat. The person hops int he ring and it's none other then Emperor Ian. Ian grabs Hunter and flings him into the corner and starts to unload lefts and rights. Starr pushes himself back into the corner as he watches Ian tears into Hunter.

Starr gets up and goes over to Ian and tells him to move over so he can get some, but Ian turns around and lays out Starr with a right cross. Starr looks up at Ian as he goes back to beating on Hunter. Starr shakes his head and gets back up. He walks over to Ian again and taps him on the shoulder.This time he is ready fro the punch from Ian and counters it with a punch of his own and the two start to trade punches. Starr backs Ian into the corner and staggers him with a kick to the midsection. One European uppercut later, Starr is on fire and gets ready to throw Ian over the top ropes, but at the last second Ian hooks onto Starr and both men go up and over the ropes.

The two hit the floor and keep going at it. Security rushes down and tries to break the two up. Medics slide into the ring to check on Hunter, who is still not 100% from his last attack. Security finally breaks up the two as we fade to the next segment.

Chili Dogs


Bubba J comes out of the men's restroom, tugging up his zipper when he bumps into a camera crew and an interviewer.

Bubba J: "Yeah?"

He shakes his head.

Bubba J: "Nevermind, you want to know how I feel about this upcoming match?"

The interviewer nods.

"Well, I just took a massive shit in the toilet and I feel pretty relieved."

He walks down the hall, heading to the catering area.

"I don't know if I'll win. I don't know if I'll lose. I don't know if Jeremy Jerks will come in and interfere."

He shrugs, filling up his plate with chicken strips, mac and cheese, and some onion rings.

"But I know that I love damn onion rings, chicken strips, and mac and cheese."

He lifts his foot and farts loudly.

"Damn, smell that chili?"

He laughs as the interviewer begins to gag.

"One of the best damn chili dogs I ever ate right there. Smells so good that I could almost eat it a second time."

He makes a chomping motion.

"Almost smells so real you could chew it."

The interviewer runs over to the trashcan and hurls into it loudly as Bubba J comps on a strip.

"Hmmm, must not like chili dogs or something."

He shrugs as he pulls out a can of Pepsi and walks off. As he nears the rising interviewer, he farts loudly again.

"There ya go, how bout some seconds?"

He laughs as the interviewer begins to throw up again.

The Hunt Is Over


Hunter Sullivan is seen with his bags and heading towards the parking lot. Lean Bean Miller rushes over to him. Hunter pauses, but he flashes that look as if he doesn't want to be bothered.

LBM: Hunter...Hunter...I gotta ask you...

Hunter: You don't have to ask me anything I'm leaving.

LBM: Ok, I can understand after the night you had you just wanna get hom...

Hunter shoots LBM a mean look.

Hunter: No, you don't get it. I'm this fed's best attraction, yet I'm not afforded the same respect as some of the less talented members of the roster. Two attacks at the hands of Ian and nothing is done. Yet Shawn O'Reilly gets treated as if he is really a main event player. I am not Justin Case. If you can't respect me or what I've done for this company, fuck you...I'll leave.

Hunter starts to walk away as LBM looks on shocked. Before he disappears through the doors he turns back.

Hunter: This fucking place is dying anyway.

The scene fades as Hunter disappears.

Gone Fishing


*Filmed recently*

He chucks the empty beer can into the back of the boat, adding to the growing pile of empties behind him as he sends his line back out into the water. He cracks open the next can and takes a long chug before placing it down next to him. He is remarkably oblivious to the other boat which approaches towards his own. The lake he’s at is otherwise calm and empty, with not another soul in sight save for who is approaching.

Simon Kalis: What’d you want Jeremy?

Simon turns to face his old friend as he reaches behind his ear for a cigarette.

Simon Kalis: Matter of fact, how in the fuck did you find me?

Jeremy Gold: Been wondering where you’ve been. Though I really didn’t believe the rumors you’ve been living out in the middle of nowhere. It took a lot of favors to find you.

Jeremy looks over at the pile of empties as Simon lights his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: I’d have preferred to keep it that way. Can’t you fucking people leave me alone for more than four months?

Jeremy Gold: Jeez Simon, I’m just here as a friend to talk.

Simon’s fishing pole begins to wiggle and he slowly grips it.

Simon Kalis: That why there’s a camera out by the docks likely zoomed in to my face?

Gold wipes the beading sweat from his brow.

Jeremy Gold: Uhh, shit. You weren’t supposed to see that.

Simon Kalis: Left eye, Jer. My left eye is gone, not the right.

Simon stands up on his little boat as he begins reeling his catch in, the ash from the cigarette that’s hanging from his mouth falls as he yanks back and reels. Gold looks on nervously.

Jeremy Gold: Taken up fishing, eh?

Simon grabs the hook and throws the trout he’s just caught into the boat. It thrashes about as Simon turns back to face Jeremy again.

Simon Kalis: Dinner.

Jeremy Gold: Right. You spend years upon years with batshit crazy schemes to get all the power behind the scenes in professional wrestling, it finally pays off and you run off to live in the woods and eat off the land?

Simon Kalis: Sure.

Simon sits down and watches the trout labor in its last moments as he picks his beer up.

Jeremy Gold: I don’t think drinking really helps either.

Simon flicks some ash as he takes a drag from his smoke and ignores the statement.

Simon Kalis: What’d you want Jeremy? Shouldn’t you be with our friend still?

Simon scratches his chin.

Simon Kalis: Matter of fact, where in the fuck did he disappear off to?

Jeremy Gold: Uhm well we can’t really talk about that right now.

Simon Kalis: Right, cause you brought cameras and have a microphone on you. But, I’m thinking? If you’ve brought a camera, I’m guessing that means Raizzor’s made an early move.

Jeremy Gold: Raizzor? What? No. Not him.

Gold pops open a small black briefcase he brought with him and pulls out a dossier, throwing it over to Simon. Simon looks at him, then at the dossier and smirks as he picks it up.

Simon Kalis: You’re joking right? You interrupted my peace and quiet for this shit?

Simon tosses the dossier into the lake and sips his beer.

Simon Kalis: Anything else?

Jeremy Gold: What? You’re not going to do anything?

Simon Kalis: No.

Jeremy Gold: Well.

There’s an awkward silence as Jeremy reaches into his briefcase and pulls out something wrapped in tinfoil.

Jeremy Gold: Burrito?

Simon sighs and reaches into his tackle box. He looks up at Jeremy as he pulls out a 9mm and opens fire. Gold shrieks but Simon wasn’t shooting at him.

Jeremy Gold: What in the hell man? You could’ve hurt me. All I did was offer you a burrito! Figured you’d be tired of eating berries and tree bark like a god damn Earth child.

Simon Kalis: I know what’s in those fucking burritos you dick. And since you can’t swim?

Jeremy looks down and sees the water flooding into his boat from 8 bullet holes.

Simon Kalis: I’d get the fuck out of here.

Gold panics and hits the motor on back of his boat and begins speeding off. Simon finishes his beer and chucks the can into the pile. He looks over as the dossier floats in the lake, having opened and the pages in it spreading out across the water. Simon takes another beer and cracks it open. He takes a huge chug, and wipes his mouth. He seems to reach into two separate pockets and put a flip cell phone back together, turning it on and then immediately making a phone call as we fade out.

Bad Guy Wanted


Somewhere in the mind of Pedro Gonzales is a question. A question that he never thought of before. But then again, he never really had to. It wasn't a question that kept him up at night or wouldn't shut the fuck up until he ended up singing La Cucaracha in a dress whilst foaming at the mouth. But it seemed to pop into his brain every single time he looked at the PWA website. He would scroll through the profiles pages merely out of boredom, trying to figure out these people and where they stood. He had been backstage plenty of times but occasionally, he would get really close to the entrance curtain during a match to listen to the crowd. What he heard most of the time baffled him. In Mexico, the lines weren't some much blurred as it is in America. There were people in the middle, but there were also some that were overwhelmingly loved and some that were instantly detested. So looking up at Anna Mathews as she floated above him with a book in her hand, he felt the need to ask.

Pedro: Are you a rudo or--?

For a moment, the world champion blinks.

Anna: In PWA?

He nods. She shrugs.

Anna: Eye guess aye'm the heel de facto.

Pedro: But that doesn't make any sense. I mean, the fans cheer for you.

Her breath is blown out forcefully as the snaps the book shut and slowly flitters back down to earth. She wraps an arm around the Mexican metrosexual.

Anna: Dood, noting makes cents inn this company anniemoar. Olive de uber good guys and uber bad guys have pretty much flown tha coop leafing this icky grey area. The closest peeps tu being a heel besides mii arr Sykopath and Cunter Sullivan. Syko does sum goofy voodoo stuffs, but so far he's bean nowhere near the bastard hii needs ta be.

Pedro: And Hunter?

Anna: He quit.

Pedro: Really?

There's a rather small smile on her face.

Anna: Dat's wat I heard. Sew even tho the phans may wuv me, the diehards and the roster doan't. Hence I be the villain. Somebuddy's gotta be.

Pedro: You seem like you enjoy it.

Pedro seems confused at this point as the Queen of the Dodos' smile turns into a flat out grin.

Anna: Maibea I ham.

With a pat on his shoulder, the time lord phases out.

Marvin Wood vs Bubba J

Singles Match


Jon McDaniel: Up next is truly a match between polar opposites, not only in professional and personal philosophies, but also in momentum. Bubba J has been on a roll as of late, while the only thing that can be said for Marvin Wood is that he is on a downward slide.

Brian Rentfro: That’s not the only thing that can be said, but watch how you talk about Wood. He is the Consummate Professional.

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

Eric Emerson: WRESTLING FANS, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL WITH A TWENTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT….COMING TO THE RING FIRST…..

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

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

Eric Emerson: WEIGHING IN AT 17 STONE 7 POUNDS…HAILING FROM PONTEFRACT, ENGLAND….THIS IS THE CONSUMMATE PROFESSIONAL…MARVIN WOOD!!!!

Brian Rentfro: See, McDaniel, I told you he was “The Consummate Professional.”

You can almost hear McDaniel’s eyes rolling.

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.

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

Eric Emerson: AND HIS OPPONENT…. FROM LENOX, GEORGIA; HE STANDS 6 FEET TWO INCHES TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS…THE RAGIN’ REDNECK…BUBBA J!!!!

YOUR REFEREE…SCOTT SWINDELL.

DING! DING!

Bubba J charges out of the corner and steamrolls Marvin with a clothesline. He pulls Wood to his feet and whips him into the corner and begins to land haymaker after haymaker to Marvin until Wood slumps in the corner. Bubba then starts stomping him repeatedly.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J having his way with Marvin Wood in the opening stages of this match.

Brian Rentfro: HE’S STOMPIN A MUDHOLE IN HIM AND WALKIN IT DRY!!!

Jon McDaniel: Uh, ok.

Brian Rentfro: I just heard some other announcer years ago say that, and it sounded good, so I went with it.

Referee Swindell warns Bubba to step away from the corner, then begins the five count. Bubba steps back at 3, then grabs Wood around the head and runs him out with a bulldog.. He rolls Wood over for the cover.

1…

2…

Marvin gets his shoulder up at 2 ½. Bubba gets up, but Marvin rolls out of the ring to the floor. Bubba J goes to follow Marvin out, but as soon as Bubba’s feet hit the floor, Marvin slides back in the ring. When Bubba crawls under the bottom rope to enter the ring, ‘The Consummate Professional” begins dropping knees on his head. After four knees, Swindell pulls Wood off Bubba. Wood steps around Swindell and goes over to Bubba. He drags Bubba out to the middle of the ring and begins to drop elbows on “The Ragin Redneck.” Marvin goes for the cover.

1…

2….

Big kickout from Bubba at 2 ½!

Marvin pushes Bubba into the ropes and lands a series of knife-edge chops. He whips Bubba into the ropes and hits a running elbow strike that knocks Bubba to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Wood with the advantage now. He’s going up top!

BIG SPLASH OFF THE TOP ROPE! COVER!

1…

2…

3…NO!

BUBBA GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!

Marvin shows no signs of frustration, he simply pulls Bubba to his feet, and hits a series of forearm smashes to the side of Bubba’s head. He goes to whip Bubba into the corner, but J reverses it, sending Marvin into the corner. Bubba follows wood in and crushes him with an avalanche splash in the corner. Marvin staggers out of the corner. Bubba climbs to the second rope and hits a double axhandle to Wood, sending him to the mat.. He pulls Marvin to his feet and whips him into the ropes. He catches Marvin coming off with a spinebuster.

Jon McDaniel: Big spinebuster from “The Ragin’ Redneck!” Why isn’t he goin for the cover?

Brian Rentfro: Oh hell, now we see why.

Bubba has his hand down the back of his pants, and is digging for all he’s worth. He pulls his hand out and has it up in the air, ready for the Butt Crack Attack.

Jon McDaniel: This is quite possibly the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen in my career, and that’s saying something.

Brian Rentfro: Oh God, is that corn?

McDaniel begins to gag at the thought. Marvin gets to his feet, turns around and is met with a mandible claw by Bubba J with the hand he had down his crack. Marvin flails about, falls to the mat, Bubba’s hand still in his gullet, and quickly taps.

Bubba barely gets his hand out of Marvin’s mouth before Wood begins to wretch and vomit in the ring. Bubba just looks on and laughs as he motions for Referee Swindell to raise his hand. Swindell goes to raise one hand, but Bubba insists that he raise the hand that he used for the Butt Crack Attack.

Swindell raises it, his head turned away, and his face turning a pale shade of green.

Jon McDaniel: Can we…please cut away from this.

Brian Rentfro: Gak…I need,…Gak…

Rentfro gets up from the announce position and runs to the back.

Eric Emerson: HERE IS YOUR, UH, WINNER….BUBBA J!!!!!!

Suey!


Nicole: "I've got the mule loaded Baby!"

Jethro: "Thanks Hun."

Jethro shuts the door behind him, coming face to face with Bud Adams and camera man Ralph.

Jethro: "You again?"

Bud nods.

Bud: "You mean you've got an actual mule?"

Jethro nods.

Jethro: "Of course, they are great protection for cows, keep the wolves and all away."

Bud indicates the direction of Nicole.

Bud: "And that little lady loaded up that mule?"

Jethro nods.

Jethro: "Nicole isn't a lay about...(looks at Bud) and takes a nap whenever they feel like it."

Bud turns red.

Bud: "It wasn't my..."

Jethro: "Shut it Bud, no excuses today, none for past events, just get ready if you want this interview."

Bud straightens himself before nodding.

Bud: "Do I ride the mule?"

Nicole: "Well, I didn't load it for you to walk beside... feeling sleepy Bud?"

Bud reddens, but whether it is from embarrassment or blushing at Nicole's short shirt and shorts is uncertain; needless to say she ain't leaving much to the imagination.

Nicole: "Bud, if you stare at my tits any longer, I'm going to kick you right in your erection."

Jethro: "And I'll just punch you in the fucking face, not to mention canceling the interview."

He looks over at Nicole.

Jethro: "That'll hurt him more than any physical pain."

Ralph: "Don't know about that, he may have a stroke if he don't get this interview."

Jethro smiles, as Bud grits his teeth.

Bud: "Shut up Ralph."

Jethro: "Keep gritting them teeth and you might have to get dentures sooner than later."

~Scene transition to the mule(the ATV, not an actual mule.~

Bud breathes a sigh of relief, Jethro laughs.

Jethro: "What is it Bud?"

Bud: "I thought I was going to have and ride an actual live four legged mule."

Jethro laughs slapping Bud on the shoulders.

Jethro: "Since you want to, I'll get Nicole to get Herbert."

Jethro turns to call to Nicole, Bud is sputtering. Nicole is walking around the corner leading Herbert by a rope.

Nicole: "You look so excited about riding an actual mule, that I thought I'd go get Herbert so that you could ride it."

Bud is sputtering wildly now, trying to gain his composure.

Jethro: "Nothing to it Bud, nothing at all."

Ralph is trying his best to hide his snickers, but he is unsuccessful in his attempts; Bud glowers at him briefly.

Bud: "And I'll definitely get the interview?"

Jethro nods and helps Bud up onto the mule.

Jethro: "Definitely, just nudge him with your knees and you'll be fine. We will even go slower so that you can keep up."

Bud looks greatful.

Jethro: "Nicole, you want to ride with Bud or with us?"

In answer Nicole climbs behind the steering wheel and cranks up, the noise scaring Herbert and he tosses Bud immediately; Jethro sighs heavily.

Jethro: "You are supposed to hold on Bud."

He shakes his head.

Jethro: "At this rate, he'll never get his beloved interview."

Jethro takes another sigh and heads over to help Bud up, then back on the mule.

Bud: "But I don't really wanna..."

Jethro: "Oh no, you wanted to ride and if you don't hold on then we'll never make it! And I've got to feed the hogs."

Bud gulps and nods. The three of them(Nicole, Jethro, and Ralph on the ATV and Bud on the live mule)

~scene fast editted to show Bud being tossed off to land in mud, water puddles, poison ivy, and a tangle of briars.~

They all arrive, Jethro climbs off and looks back at Bud, who is extremely disheveled and definitely looking the worse for the wear.

Jethro: "What in the hell happened Bud?"

Bud: "I hate animals!"

Jethro: "Then why did you want to ride Herbert?"

Bud: "I didn't!"

Jethro: "Did too."

Bud: "Did not!"

Jethro: "Did! Too! and if you argue with me again... no interview."

Bud goes to say something, but thinks better of it.

Jethro: "Good, now go grab a bag of hog feed, since you are already filthy, and bring it over to me."

Bud: "Why can't Nicole?"

Jethro: "She is clean, you are not. She is a woman, you are not. Besides, you gonna let a woman out do you?"

Jethro winks at Nicole, to show that he knows she can.

Bud: "Well... I..."

Jethro: "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you was a man."

Bud puffs himself up.

Bud: "I'm an office employee, a journalist, not some disgusting pig farmer from the back fucking woods of some ill forgotten Texas Chainsaw Massacre village."

Jethro stares.

Jethro: "What did you say Bud?"

Bud gulps.

Bud: "Was that out loud?"

They all nod.

Bud: "I'm sorry, I..."

Jethro: "I'm not mad Bud, but for that outburst, you can feed the hogs as well, if you want this interview."

Bud seems to weigh the offer, then nods.

Bud: "Anything for a story and this is the biggest one in a long time."

Jethro points to the bags, then to the trough. Bud walks over, struggling to lift the bags. He grunts, sweat pops out on his forehead the streams running down his face to clean away the mud.

Jethro: "Awh for Heaven's sake, I'll tote it to you... pathetic excuse for a man."

He winks at Nicole.

Nicole: "No wonder everyone makes fun of you."

Bud grumbles: "I'm a journalist not a hick."

Jethro raises an eyebrow.

Jethro: "What was that?"

Bud: "Nothing."

Jethro easily lifts two bags, one on each shoulder, Bud's mouth opens wide.

Jethro(not even straining): "Now, take one bag and pour it into the trough."

Bud grunts heavily as the bag is lowered onto his shoulder.

Jethro: "Forgot, but you now gotta rip the string there and it'll pour right in."

Bud tugs and tugs, but the string doesn't pull.

Jethro: "Pathetic, I mean really Bud? Its a little string for crying out loud, its gotta be the one thing smaller than your dick and we've all heard you pull on it a hell of a lot."

Bud reddens from either anger or embarrasment.

Jethro reaches over, slicing the bag quickly with a knife; the sudden weight loss causes Bud to topple over the trough right into a big walloring area for the hogs(piss, shit, mud, etc). Jethro and all laugh as Bud comes up spitting and sputtering.

Jethro: "Bud, are you wanting to play again?"

Bud: "You said pull the string, nothing about cutting it."

Jethro: "You haven't earned that privelege yet, besides you were taking all day tugging on that string."

Jethro shakes his head, before indicating the second bag.

Jethro: "Eight more to go after this one Bud, better hurry."

Bud takes the bag, Jethro slices in to it, before looking up and smiling.

Bud: "What you smiling at?"

Jethro: "At the beautiful horizon."

Bud looks and sees the skyline."

Bud: "Yeah, it is really beautiful."

Jethro walks back over to Nicole and Ralph.

Jethro(whispering): "Hogs are coming."

They laugh quietly, before Jethro carries two more over. This quickly speeds up and then the final bag is there for Bud.

Jethro: "Ok Bud, now you might wanna hurry."

Bud: "Why?"

Nicole(yelling): "Suuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyy!"

Bud: "Fuck!"

Jethro drops the bag, slices it, but Bud falls in his haste and is back in the mud. Here comes the pigs, hogs, and they are pounding nearer. Bud gets up and stumbles back in the feed trough.

Jethro: "That wasn't smart Bud."

Bud flips on over, the hogs scent their feed but can only smell him as he begins to run, he looks over his shoulder.

Jethro: "Guess he didn't want the interview after all. I'm tired of waiting on him to get ready, I'm tired of changing my schedule around for him..."

He waits a second.

Jethro: "In fact, I'm just damn tired. Ya'll wanna go back and take a power nap? Looks like Bud's gonna play with his little piggy for a while."

They laugh.

Jethro: "Ralph, there is several guest rooms to choose from, if you want."

He looks over at the mule eating some grass.

Jethro: "He can ride Herbert back."

Bud(screaming as he runs.

Bud: "Don't leave me!"

Jethro: "I don't have time for an interview and for you to play, come back when you are serious about this interview."

They crank up and leave.

Fifty Shades of Mr. A


Mr. Americana walks into his locker room where his ‘special friend ‘ Cindy Lou Jenkins is sitting on a sofa, intently reading the E.L. James novel, Fifty Shades of Grey.

Mr. Americana: Whacha readin, Thindy Lou?

Cindy Lou: It’s called Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s really…REALLY good.

Mr. Americana: It can’t be too good. It’th a book about grey. You know Mithta Americana, if you weel, only liketh the colorth red, white, an’ blue. And of courthe black with yeller polka dotth.

Cindy Lou: Trust me honeypot, this book is very blue.

Mr. Americana sits down next to her on the sofa.

Mr. Americana: Now baby, it can’t be blue an’ grey. It jutht can’t.

Cindy Lou: No, honeypot, what I mean is…well, let me just read some of this book to you and you’ll understand what I mean.

Cindy Lou snuggles up close to Mr. Americana, leans into his ear and begins to read several passages from the book to him in a whisper of a voice. Mr. A’s eyes grow wider and wider as Cindy Lou continues to read. Sweat begins to bead on his forehead. Cindy closes the book, scoots away from Mr. A, and gives him a seductive smile.

Cindy Lou: Well, honepot? What do you think about the color grey now?

Mr. Americana: Well, uh, I mean, that ith to thay ….C’mon Thindy Lou!

He grabs Cindy by the wrist and begins to pull her towards the shower area. She looks back at the camera crew.

Cindy Lou: Can you give us a few minutes of privacy, boys?

The camera crew leaves, but waits outside the closed door. Soon noises and voices are heard. It’s clear what’s going on.

Mr. Americana: Whoa, Baby!

Cindy Lou: YES!

Mr. Americana: Whoooa, Baby!

Cindy Lou: YES! YES!

Mr. Americana: Whooooooooaaaa, Baby!

Cindy Lou: YES! YES! OH, CHRISTIAN, YES! YES! YES!

Mr. Americana: Whoooooooaaaa, Ba…WHO?! WHO DA HELL?! WHO DA HELL IS CHRITHTIAN!?!?!?!?

The cameraman turns his camera to the producer.

Cameraman: I think we’d better go.

Producer: Yep. Me too.

Let's Grab A Beer...


Jacob Figgins is walking the hallways when he is blindsided by James Porter. Porter grabs Figgins by the hair and throws him into the sound equipment box. Figgins flips over the box and lands hard on the floor. Porter starts to stomp away at Jacob and looks around for something. James spots a stack of chairs off to the corner and gets a grin on his face. He drags Figgins over to the stack and slams the back of his head on the floor a few times.

Porter walks behind the stack in order to push it, but is sent flying back. It's Sykopath!!! Sykopath is firing shots at Porter sending the new star back into the wall. Porter bounces off the wall and is taken out by a nasty looking bicycle kick. Sykopath walks over to where Figgins is laying and offers his hand to help him up. Figgins looks at his hand at first before grabbing it. Sykopath pulls him up and Figgins starts to dust himself off. Sykopath Turns around for a moment.

Sykopath: Hey Jacob.

Jacob Figgins: Yeah?

Sykopath: That title is MINE!!!

Sykopath turns around and blasts Figgins in the face with a full Grizzly Beer bottle. Sykopath smiles and steps over the glass around Jacob's body before walking away.

PWA Rampage

Queen of the Dodos Edition


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[b]Duff Côte d`Ivoire(c) vs Jacob Figgins(c) vs Anna Matthews(c)

Champions' 3 Way Elimination Showcase


Anna being the big ball of energy that she is tackles Duff . It wasn’t enough to take the big guy down, but there was enough acceleration to multiply the mass to create enough force to knock Duffykins toward the ropes. If you are faced with a big psychotic ball of energy and not quite sure what to do, chances are you are Duff, or you failed to read a book that had the words ‘Don’t panic’ across the front in large friendly font. We highly doubt Duffy read it because after that tackle heard round the world he was leveled by a spinning wheel kick. Unfortunate for that chap.

Of course the crazy puppet mistress has been in this galaxy long enough to know that it takes more than a kick. to keep down a Duff of the D’Ivore clan. Note, the clan with the third worst poetry in the galaxy which causes extreme nausea to the listener. Much like that cartwheel senton of insanity Delivered right onto the midsection of Duff. One would question how he didn’t toss up his toast. But that question is thrown out the window when Anna applies the ragaflarbian lateral press. In Ragaflarbian tradition a man in a striped shirt must count to three or Justin Case will forever be a child.

1…

Duff breaks the tradition by kicking out of the hold, once more dooming the chosen one to a thousand more years of perpetual boyhood. The D’Ivore clan has a special ability to no sell once a day, it is performed by reciting the first line of their national anthem. Duff used it to shrug off what looked to be a decapitating roundhouse kick. Duff strikes back with a hard forearm to Anna’s cranial area. Attacking the cranial area of a Time lady is risky business. The cursed vagina can teleport to the forehead and devour a man’s entire arm. But Duff turned out rather fine because vaginas are allergic to him. He further proves that point by turning Anna around and planting her with a Reverse DDT. And no, I will not go into the debate on what it means. There was a galactic hearing about it and a man with a snake killed every one

They continued their back an forth for a little longer until Duff suddenly unleashes the deadline. He is quick to follow with the dragonfly suplex. Duff floats over for the pin.

1...

2...

3!!

Duff raises his hands as he is handed his title. but he doesn't get a chance to celebrate too much as T.M. Revolution - "Naked Arms" blares through the arena. Out walks former PWA World Heavyweight Champion and Current Number One Contender, Cody Bogard. Bogard makes his way down to ringside and snatches the World Title out of the time keeper's hands. Cody slides into the ring and looks down at Anna. He smiles and lays the title on her chest...copping a cheap feel as the scene fades to the "SURVIVAL" Banner.