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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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SUPERSHOW
10-21-2013


Gunnar Kingsbury vs Sykopath

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THIS IS YOUR OPENING CONTEST ON THE PWA RAMPAGE SUPERSHOW DIRECT FROM THE AIR CANADA CENTRE IN BEAUTIFUL TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA!

The lights in the arena go out. After about ten seconds of complete darkness, the ring is illuminated with burning candles than surround the inner perimeter of the ring.

Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit....
A DARKSIDE

And with that, the candles around the ring go out and the arena is engulfed in

DARKNESS
I can write a verse and take the sun away...
DARKNESS
Say good bye to light because it's gone today...
DARKNESS
Ain't no smiling happiness is done away...
DARKNESS
Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away...

The arena lights come back up and Sykopath is standing in the center of 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'm your worst fear.
I'm your favorite.
I'm your acquired taste.
Will you savor it.
If it blood thirst will you run from it.
No need cause I'm inside of you.
When the sun is spit.
You cannot escape me I'm your last resort your.
When you have a evil you cannot report.
I'm your royal sunshine malicious and heartless.
If ever you need an alibi rely on me I am.

DARKNESS


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.

The arena lights dim….

'Hail to the King' by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play. A solitary spotlight shines on the entranceway as Gunnar Kingsbury steps out, flanked by his 'Goddesses,' Athena and Aphrodite. The crowd greets Kingsbury with loud boos, to whit he replies with a sarcastic sneer. Athena and Aphrodite are treated to whistles and catcalls, which are met with rolling of the eyes.

Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Children roam the streets now orphans of war
Bodies hanging in the streets to adore

Royal flames will carve a path in chaos,
Bringing daylight to the night
Death is riding into town with armor,
They've come to take all your rights

Hail to the king
Hail to the one
Kneel to the crown
Stand in the sun
Hail to the king
(Hail! Hail! Hail!)
The King!

Athena and Aphrodite walk up the ring steps first. They hold the ropes open for Gunnar, who steps through. He walks to center ring, the spotlight resting on him as he awaits Eric Emerson's introduction

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...HE WEIGHS IN AT 247 POUNDS AND HAILS FROM MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA...HE IS THE SELF PROFESSED KING...

Kingsbury snatches the mic from Emerson's hand and pushes him away.

SHUT YOUR MOUTHS...OPEN YOUR EYES....
AND JUST LOOK AT ME!
I STAND A STATUESQUE 6 FOOT 2 3/4 INCHES TALL...I WEIGH IN AT A PERFECTLY PROPORTIONED 247 POUNDS...I HAIL FROM THE HOTTEST, SEXIEST CITY IN THE WORLD...MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA...I AM THE KING OF WRESTLING....I AM GUNNAR KINGSBURY...
AND I.. AM.. BETTER.. THAN.. YOU!!!

Jon McDaniel: Well, it’s good to see that Kingsbury has no self-esteem issues. Man what a pompous jerk!

Brian Rentfro: Uhhh. What was that?

Jon McDaniel: C’mon, Brian. Pay attention.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, you! Don’t attack me for my religious beliefs!

Jon McDaniel: WHAT?!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah. I was just praying to the Goddesses that they would come by my hotel room tonight and bless me with some…

Jon McDaniel: STOP IT!

Brian Rentfro: Amen.

DING! DING!

Kingsbury ducks an early clothesline from Sykopath, and dropkicks him in the knee. He pulls SYkopath up, but is thumbed in the eye. Sykopath grabs a headlock, and begins to dig in the cargo pocket of his fatigues. Before he can pull a weapon out, Kingsbury pushes him into the ropes. Referee Scott Swindell calls for the break.

Jon McDaniel: Will Kingsbury give a clean break?

Gunnar backs away, his hands in the air…..

Jon McDaniel: Well, it’s nice to see that…

He then slaps Sykopath’s face. He then wipes the sweat from his brow and flicks it on Sykopath.

Jon McDaniel: Dammit, he’s an ass!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah….look at those asses…

Jon McDaniel: BRIAN! CALL THE MATCH!

Brian Rentfro: What? Oh sorry. Worshipping.

Sykopath takes Kingsbury down with a quick shoulderblock. Kingsbury is up quickly, but takes a kick to the gut…then another…then another. A kick to the ribs is followed by a kick to the side of the head, and down goes Kingsbury. Sykopath covers Kingsbury, but only gets a 2 count. Sykopath pulls Kingsbury up, but gets a thumb to the eye by Gunnar. Kingsbury with an open hand slap to the face of Syko. The Haitian Monster begins to show anger. Another open hand slap further enrages Sykopath . A hard slap to the face sends him over the edge. Sykopath slams into Kingsbury with a lariat that sends him into the ropes. Kingsbury comes off the ropes with a lariat of his own. Syko fires himself up and slams into Kingsbury again with a lariat. Kingsbury fires himself up spins around like he’s going to hit a spinning lariat, then pokes Sykopath in the eye. Sykopath turns from Kingsbury, holding his eye with one hand and reaching into his cargo pocket with the other.

Jon McDaniel: Are you kidding me? A flaming eyepoke?

Kingsbury jumps up, grabs Sykopath’s’s shoulders from behind and hits a devastating lungblower.

Brian Rentfro: Oooh, that’s it. Or is it?

Kingsbury grabs Sykopath by the hair and pulls him back towards him. He then hooks in the Deathstar choke. Sykopath fights for almost a solid minute, then goes limp. Referee Swindell checks Sykopath’s arm once, then calls for the bell. Kingsbury refuses to let go. Swindell is pulling and tugging on Kingsbury, trying to make him release the hold.

Jon McDaniel: C’mon, let him go! Not only is the choke causing more and more damage, but there’s also the neck crank that can cause devastating neck injuries.

Brian Rentfro: He’s wanting to make a statement here tonight. He just treated Sykopath like he was Anthony Frusciante. Now he’s wanting to add injury to insult.

Swindell threatens Kingsbury with disqualification, and Kingsbury releases the hold. Swindell goes to raise Kingsbury’s arm, but Gunnar shuts him down. Athena and Aphrodite enter the ring and raise Kingsbury’s hands in a token of victory. Kingsbury walks over to Sykopath’s, puts his thumb to his right nostril, and blows his left nostril on Syko’s unconscious form. He then repeats, blowing the right nostril.

Eric Emerson: YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION VIA DEATHSTAR CHOKE…GUNNAR KINGSBURY!!!

Jon McDaniel: This is disgusting. This guy is a jerk!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, maybe so, but he travels in good company.

Jon McDaniel: Can’t argue with you there, Brian.

Athena and Aphrodite hold the ropes open for Kingsbury, who exits the ring. The trio walk back up the ramp as the fans boo, and PWA trainers and agents check on Sykopath.

Emperor Ian vs Mr. Americana

Singles Match


Jon McDaniel: Up next we have a rematch specially booked by super fan Josh. In fact, this match cost the PWA a pretty penny for a one match contract for Emperor Ian.

Brian Rentfro: Way to go, "superfan" Josh. There goes McDaniel's Christmas bonus.

Jon McDaniel: What!?

Brian Rentfro: Let's go up to Eric Emerson.

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: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...HE WEIGHS IN AT 202 POUNDS...HE HAILS FROM SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA...THIS IS EMPEROR IAN!!!!!

The crowd rains boos down on Ian and his entourage.

Brian Rentfro: That was a great edition of The Throne Room. Funny as hell!

Jon McDaniel: Wasn't this the same Emperor Ian that you cursed a few weeks ago?

Brian Rentfro: Hey! I ain't sayin that I like the guy. I'm just sayin it was funny. Funk Dogg bein Mr. A? I BOFL'D!

Jon McDaniel: You what?

Brian Rentfro: I don't know...I saw it on the Internet somewhere.

Entrance Description: “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 and a Canadian flag, which he takes into the ring with him. He climbs the middle rope, waving the flags to the ovation of the fans and more fireworks. He goes to each corner, repeating the flag waving. He then hands the flags 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!

The crowd goes wild for Mr. Americana. Ian looks nonplussed by the entire scene.

Eric Emerson: YOUR REFEREE...DWAYNE CROSS!!!

DING DING!

Mr. Americana rushes Ian, forcing him into the corner. Mr. A begins peppering Ian with lefts and rights. He then climbs to the middle turnbuckle, and begins bringing hard punches down on the head of The Emperor. After ten punches, Mr. A hops down as Ian staggers out of the corner. Mr. Americana begins hitting a series of elbow smashes on Ian. Mr. A then jukes and jives, the lands a thunderous elbows smash on Ian. Ian drops to the mat. Mr. A backs into the corner, comes running out, and drops a huge elbow drop on The Emperor.

Jon McDaniel: Mr. Americana looking to end it early! Cover!

1....

2....

Kick out at 2 3/4!!!!

Mr. Americana pulls Ian up and hits a vertical suplex for another two count. Ian rolls out of the ring. Mr. A goes over to pull him back in, but Ian hooks his foot and drags him out of the ring. Ian slams Mr. A's head into the announce table, sending McDaniel and Rentfro scurrying. The Emperor rolls Mr. A back into the ring. Ian begins stomping Mr. A . Ian whips Mr. A into the ropes and locks in a sleeper. Mr. A fights, but begins to fade. Referee Cross checks Mr. Americana's arm. Once, twice. Then, just before it drops for the third time, Mr. A raises his index finger to the sky and wags it in the air. He then starts to fight his way out of the sleeper. He slips around to Ian's side, picks him up, and hits an atomic drop. Ian staggers around into a body slam. Mr. A backs into the corner. As he begins to come out of the corner wit the big elbow, Bubba J walks out towards the ring. He has a mic in one hand and the other hand behind his back.

Bubba J: Hey, big boy. Sorry to disturb ya. I know you're kinda busy right now....Hey, Ian. How's it goin? By the way, fuck off! Hey, fatass, I was walkin around back just a minute or two ago and I just happened to come across you and Cindy's dressing room. Yeah, I did, and guess what I found?

He holds up a lacy pink bra, and twirls it around his finger.

Mr. Americana starts to get out of the ring to go after Bubba. Ian attacks from behind, pulls Mr. A around, and hits a double arm DDT in the middle of the ring. Ian goes for the cover...

1...

2...

3!!!

Ian rolls off Mr. A, and demands that Referee Cross raise his hand. Cross raises Ian's hand, then is shoved away by Ian. Funk Dogg hands Ian a banner, which he holds up. It's a BWF banner. The crowd boos Ian unmercifully as he and his crew walk to the back, holding the BWF banner high.

Jon McDaniel: That jerk! I hope he goes back to the BWF and stays there!

Brian Rentfro: Thanks a lot, Josh! And Merry Christmas early, McDaniel!

The Duff Man Show!


Some shows reach the heart....

Some shows reach the mind....

Some shows reach the funny bone.....

And then there's this show.....

The Duff Man Show!



Roger Ebert said...Oh, wait, he died. But if he were alive, I'm sure he would've given it two thumbs up. Or not, but does it really matter now?

Just go buy the damn DVD!

Available now on PWA Home Video

Bubba J vs Hardcore Snowfall

Hardcore Handicap Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is a Hardcore Handicap Match!

The familiar intro of the Pink Panther theme starts to play as the arena lights dim slightly. Scottie ?The Panther? Snow runs out to the top of the entrance ramp, does a bad kung fu pose, then high tails it to the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his Tag Team partner...

We hear "MR. HARDCORE!" yelled over the speakers before "Fight Music" by D-12 starts to play. As "Artist with a bomb, strapped to my stomach screaming, ""LETS GET IT ON""" is heard, four red pyro blasts shoot straight up from the ramp three different times. As the last one goes off, the fans begin to cheer as Mr. Hardcore walks out. He is wearing black jeans, a black hoodie, and his wrists are taped. He raises his arms in the air and two more huge explosions go off behind him. Mr. Hardcore then walks down the ramp towards the ring, taking off his hoodie to reveal a white wife beater. He gets to the ring and rolls in before walking to the middle of the ring. He looks out to the crowd, then leans his head back, as he holds his arms out. Mr. Hardcore thrives off the chorus of cheers. Mr. Hardcore then stares up the ramp, waiting for his opponent.

Eric Emerson: And their opponent in this Handicap Match...

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”

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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!

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“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.”


*Ding! Ding!

Scottie Snow is set to start this match off for his team, he walks up to Bubba J with his hand out in respect. Bubba J looks down at the hand, spits in Snow's face and nails him with a wicked right hook sending him stumbling back into his corner. Mr. Hardcore tags himself in and hops over the rope, going right after Bubba J. The Redneck trips him down with a foot, falling on him like a shark on a piece of raw meat. Bubba J is wailing away on his head with repeated rights and lefts, much like an upside down Lou Thesz Press. The referee has no choice but to watch Bubba J pummel him with closed fists. Picking him up, J whips him into the ropes, spinebuster sends Hardcore crashing down onto the canvas. Bubba J is up quickly, nailing Snow with a wicked left right combo that sends him off the apron and onto the floor; Bubba J laughs as he turns back to Hardcore. Mr. Hardcore nails Bubba J with a left, staggering the Redneck into the corner, Bubba J nails Hardcore with a clothesline sending him down to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J in full control here in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, its so riveting, I can barely stay awake.

Bubba J steps onto the apron and down to the floor, lifting the chair right out from under Brian Rentfro.

Brian Rentfro: "Hey..."

He folds it up and is back at the ring, sliding the chair in, before digging under the ring and pulling a bag of goodies from under there. A smile crosses Bubba J's face as he looks into the bag, then he tosses it into the ring, a breaking sound comes from inside as it lands and he is back into the squared circle. Mr. Hardcore nails him with the chair, sending him back against the ropes, another shot sends the Redneck a bit woozy, and the third sends him onto one knee.

Jon McDaniel: The triple shots have really rocked Bubba J here.

Mr. Hardcore looks into the bag, pulling out a pipe wrench and he holds it up triumphant. Bubba J looks down at the canvas and at his hand, both spotted with red before he looks up at Mr. Hardcore. Hardcore points to Bubba J, to the wrench, and to the crowd; his back to Bubba J, who is back up on his feet. Mr. Hardcore turns around,.

Jon McDaniel: Trashed! Mr. Hardcore has just been trashed!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, so surprising.

Jon McDaniel: Glad to have you back.

Brian Rentfro: Shut up Jon.

Hecovers Mr. Hardcore.

One...

Two...


Three!

Brian Rentfro: Scottie Snow signs his death warrant by nailing Bubba J in the ribs with that kick.

Bubba J rolls off of Hardcore, Snow presses his advantage with a swinging pipe shot to the ribs, Bubba Jfalls away from the blow and Snow looks shocked at his own actions.

Brian Rentfro: He just made it worse.

Jon McDaniel: He's got to try and win here.

Brian Rentfro: Well, he won't.

Jon McDaniel: He might.

Brian Rentfro: He never does.

Bubba J up to his knees, launching himself at the shocked Snow nails him with a shoulder tackle in the midsection; the wrench goes flying. Bubba J is on top of Snow pounding away with rights and lefts. Pulling him up, Snow is whipped into the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba J stomping a mud hole in Snow here.

Jon McDaniel: And walking it dry!

Bubba J pulls Snow up into piledriver position, he piledrives Snow's skull right onto Mr. Hardcore's skull! Bubba J opens the bag, dumping out the contents, tacks, broken glass, light tubes, jacks, marbles, and what appears to be a boat paddle.

Brian Rentfro: Every thing but the kitchen sink.

Jon McDaniel: Spoke too soon, Bubba J pulls out a kitchen sink and a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat covered in tacks and broken glass, not to mention what appears to be dried blood!

Brian Rentfro: Told you Snow signed his death warrant.

Snow is unconscious on the canvas, Bubba J stands over him, the bat(called Ripper) poised high up over his head.

Jon McDaniel: We hate to interrupt this match…

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, cause it’s such a nailbiter…

Jon McDaniel:, Uhh, yes, but there is some sort of disruption in the parking lot of the arena. We’ve dispatched Lean Bean Miller to the area. Lean Bean, what do you have?

The sound of a very loud engine revving up can be heard, drowning out all other noise. Lean Bean is literally yelling as loud as he can.

Bubba J looks up to the PWA-tron.

Lean Bean Miller: GUYS! I DON’T KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME OR NOT OVER THIS NOISE, BUT IT APPEARS THAT A MONSTER TRUCK HAS ARRIVED HERE AT THE AIR CANADA CENTRE!

The truck shuts its engine off.

Lean Bean Miller: Oh good! Let’s go talk to the driver and see what’s going on here.

As Miller walks over, the camera focuses in on the truck. It’s painted to resemble an American flag. Attached to each side of the truck are muscular arms that stretch to the front of the truck where clenched fists replace the headlights. Miller attempts to communicate with the driver.

Lean Bean Miller: SIR! EXCUSE ME, SIR! I THINK YOU’RE AT THE WRONG PLACE. THE MONSTER TRUCK SHOW IS TOMORROW NIGHT. PWA RAMPAGE IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW!

The net window of the truck is opened and the driver removes his helmet….It’s Mr. Americana!
The crowd goes wild at the sight.

Mr. Americana: NO, LEAN BEAN! I’M AT JUTHT THE RIGHT THPOT! HEY THERE BUBBER J!

Bubba J stares up at the big screen, the monster truck , and Mr. Americana

Bubba J: Hell no! Hell no!

Mr. Americana: HEY BUBBER J! NICE TRUCK!

Mr. Americana points and the camera follows his direction.

Bubba J mouths the word, "Don't you do it you son of a bitch!" as the camera pans back to reveal his highly prized Chevrolet Z-71 sitting in its parking spot.

Mr. Americana: YOU THURE DO HAVE A BIG ATH TRUCK. BUT, LIKE IN OTHER AREATH, MINE ITH BIGGER!

Mr. A starts the truck back up and begins to rev the motor.

Bubba J's words are drowned out, but his lips read, "You fat son of a bitch!"

Jon McDaniel: "Bubba J has obvioiusly gone way too far."

Brian Rentfro: "He didn't go far enough, Mr. Americana has no right to do this!"

Noticeably, all cars around Bubba J's Z-71 have been removed. The jacked up candy apple red truck, sitting on a 7-inch lift kit, 38 Super Swamper TSL's sits alone in front of the Mr. Americana monster truck. The engine on the monster truck revs loudly as it leaps forward, Bubba J going to dive out of the ring.

Hardcore nails Bubba J with the sink, slicing him open on the back of his skull. J falls down, Hardcore and Snow pounce on him, nailing him with the sink and the wrench.

Jon McDaniel: Forgot in all of this is the match that is still ongoing!

Brian Rentfro: Not smart by these two!

Snow wraps Bubba J across the face with the wrench, blood goes flying, all the while the engine is revving up in the back. Snow and Hardcore tie Bubba J up in the ropes, the blood pouring down off his face as they repeatedly bash him in the body with shot after shot. Hardcore picks up Ripper, nailing J in the gut with a few well placed shots, ripping his shirt and flesh in the process. Snow kicks Bubba J in the face with a well placed kick, sending what looked like a tooth flying from the force of it.

Brian Rentfro: Snow is going to die tonight.

Bubba J shakes his head, trying to clear it and his eyes open to show fierce anger and hatred in his cold eyes. Snow runs forward, Bubba J lifts up catching Snow in the face with the sole of his boot. Hardcore rushes over, swinging the bat with all of his might; he connects... but Bubba J falls free.

Jon McDaniel: What a shot from Hardcore!

Brian Rentfro: Too hard, as Bubba J is released from his bonds and I've never seen as much rage in his eyes as there was moments ago!

Bubba J is on his knees, covered in his own blood as Hardcore nails him with shot after shot, but the constant revving motor drives him back up to his feet. Hardcore swings down again with a particularly vicious shot, Bubba J nails Hardcore with a broken light tube right in Hardcore's nuts.

Brian Rentfro: Vicious low blow there by Bubba J!

Bubba J leans on the ropes, his back to the PWA-tron as he gathers himself. Mr. Americana sits in the monster truck, just as Bubba J turns to find him running over his beloved Z-71. Bubba J is visibly pissed and looks to be out for murder. Again he goes to step out of the ring and head backstage.

Snow nails him in the face with a broken light tube, slicing him over his eyes, the crimson blinding him. Bubba J stumbles over the sink and Snow manages to send him face first onto the porcelin household item!

One...

Two...

Three!

Brian Rentfro: Bubba J kicks out!

Jon McDaniel: Barely, but he does manage it!

Snow and Hardcore pull Bubba J back up, double whip into the ropes. Bubba J rebounds, nailing Snow with the wrench before spinning to deliver a DDT to Hardcore that sends him face first onto a collection of broken beer bottles!

Brian Rentfro: Make the cover and go kick his fat ass!

Wiping his eyes, Bubba J looks up at the screen, Mr. Americana is backing over the wreckage of the red Z-71, Bubba J is spitting and firey mad. Mr. Americana is laughing, his laughter is more seen than heard, but you still imagine hearing it over the roar of the engine as he drives over and over the wreckage of the truck, which now resembles road kill on the highway.

Brian Rentfro: He is one fat dumb fat ass!

Bubba J whips Snow into the ropes, smirking up at Mr. Americana as he brutally beats Snow with fists, kicks, headbutts, and brings the boat paddle over. Bubba J looks up, nailing Snow in the ribs, tearing flesh and bringing a crimson flow down his side. Scottie slumps in the corner, his arms held high up over his head as Bubba J sets the handcuffs tight around his wrists. Bubba J turns, Hardcore nails him with boat paddle, sending him staggering. Bubba J bounces back with a fist, Hardcore whips the paddle at him, J avoids the blow spinning away. Hardcore is off balanced and J nails him with the Trailer Park Trash a second time in the match!

Mr. Americana shuts the truck off and climbs out. He walks over to what was once Bubba J’s truck. He picks up the personalized ‘BUBBAJ’ license plate, than looks at the camera, grinning.

Mr. Americana: HEY BUBBER J! NEED A RIDE? I’LL THPOT YA CAB FARE! I TOL’ YA NOT TO METH WITH THINDY LOU AND I MEAN IT! NEXT TIME, IT’LL BE YO ATH I RUN OVA, NOT YO TRUCK.

Mr. Americana walks out of camera shot, carrying the license plate.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell did we just witness?

Jon McDaniel: Well, judging from what’s going on in the ring, I can say we’ve witnessed Mr. Americana signing Hardcore Snowfall’s death warrants.

Brian Rentfro: Speaking of warrants, there should be an arrest warrant issued for that criminal, Mr. Americana!

Bubba J smirks again, he nods in acceptence; not happy, but acceptance. Bubba J goes to town on Hardcore and nails him with the sink, with the paddle, with Ripper. Hardcore and Snow are so bloody as to be nearly unrecognizeable; of course Bubba J is still pouring blood as well.

Brian Rentfro: Thing is that Mr. Americana did all of this and Bubba J is perfectly within the rules to destroy these two men!

Bubba J body slams Mr. Hardcore onto the pile of tacks, marbles, glass, etc. He spits a bloody wad onto Mr. Hardcore before turning to Snow, who is still slumped in the corner from his beating. Bubba J grabs a roll of ducttape and reverse wraps it around his arm and shoulder, so the sticky side is facing up. He grabs tacks, glass, and makes sure that it is nicely secured on the tape before putting some barbed wire up there for good measure. Now limping slightly, he walks over to Snow and kicks him in the crotch for good measure before uncuffing him and lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle, where he follows a bit slower.

Jon McDaniel: What is he doing?

Brian Rentfro: He rarely goes up top! This can't be good for Snow's health.

Bubba J places the unconscious Snow's chin/jaw area on his shoulder.

Bubba J: For you ya fat ass sumbitch!

He leaps as high as he possibly can from the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Super Trash!

Brian Rentfro: That's the Redneck High-life Jon!

Jon McDaniel: I think he broke Snow's neck!

Bubba J covers.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Bubba J!

Bubba J doesn't wait, he runs backstage right after the count of three and bell sounds.

Brian Rentfro: He's going to take justice into his own hands here tonight!

Bubba J's retreating form runs through the curtain and out of sight.

Aftermath


Bubba J's bloody form comes through the curtain, his match just over and immediately rushes past several EMTs who are there to treat the wounded after the hardcore match.

EMT: "Sir!"

Bubba J: "Fuck you!"

He runs, heading deeper backstage, towards the parking lot.

Bubba J: "Where is that fat fuck?!"

He makes it to the parking lot, staring at the large monster truck and large pile of what was his prized Z-71; he nearly has tears in his eyes. In fact, he has only wanted one thing more in his life and it is a prestine lovingly restored 1966 Corvette.

Bubba J:(growling) "I'll kill him!"

LBM: "Lean Bean Miller here, Bubba J, how does this atack make you feel?"

Bubba J turns, stunning LBM with the Trailer Park Trash.

"That is how it makes me feel, you fucking reporters asking your stupid questions."

He stares down at LBM, not only red from the blood but rage as well.

"You all tell Mr. Americana that when I get my hands on him, he's definitely going to lose weight because I'm going to take pleasure in ripping and slicing the flesh from his bones."

He's breathing heavily.

"This is not a threat, this is not a promise. This is a garngawddamnedtee!"

He storms off camera, after looking at his truck remnants. He stops though, looking back at the pile of what is now junk. Bubba J picks up a piece of sheet metal from the debris and hefts it weight expertly before walking towards the door he just came out of.

"Mr. Americana, I know you are watching this, I'm coming after your ass and I'm going to hurt you... I'm going to make you (mocks Mr. A's lispe)with yo daddy hath thworn a condom."

He enters the door, the long sharp piece of sheet metal held in his grasp.

Lucious Starr vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match


Red and violet lights shine around the arena, falling at the center of the entrance ramp. Cee Lo Green’s Fuck You hits the arena, as white fireworks light the ramp. Lucious Starr emerges to a mix of cheers and boos, throwing up both hands- which are flicking off all in attendance. Lucious slowly makes his way down the ramp, playing to the fans as he almost dances his way down.

I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
If I was richer,
I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!

Eric Emerson: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING…FROM AKRON, OHIO…

Lucious stops mid ramp, gyrating to the tune. He points to either side of the ramp, a few female fans cheering while a few are totally not buying it, Lucious blowing a kiss to a nearby female fan.

I'm sorry
I can't afford a ferrari,
But that don't mean I can't get you there.
I guess he's an Xbox
I'm more an Atari,
But the way you play your game ain't fair.

Eric Emerson: WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE POUNDS...

Lucious continues down the ramp, eyeing the ring as he descends.

I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend

Eric Emerson: HE IS THE UNTAMED FURY...

Lucious circles the ring, stopping by the announce table. He salutes the announce team, then turns to leap onto the ring apron. He waves to the crowd, taking in the mixed reaction as his intro continues.

I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
If I was richer,
I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!

Lucious slides in between the top and middle ropes, climbing the nearest turnbuckle.

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…HE IS… LUCIOUS BETA STARR!!!!

Now I know
That I had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya
Trying to please ya.
'Cause being in love with your ass ain't cheap

Lucious again flips the bird, jumping to the mat below as he waits for the match to begin.

The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to Naked Arms plays. Once the intro finishes and goes into the main theme, smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

A figure emerges from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure is seen as strobe lights go off to reveal Cody Bogard posing at the entrance way. Cody makes his way to the ring.

All those dreams, all of my hope, all life come undone
In a world beaten and broken I can see a rising sun
Burning down, scorching the earth, nowhere left to hide
Try to stop all this destruction, find a way, turn the tide
Reveal the bond that's made
Between the light and the shade

Cody makes his way over to the ring, springing up to the ring apron, climbing the turnbuckle and posing with his arms open in a pose.


Shining white and hot is a moon so unforgiving
The break of day will leave a scar
Nothing we belleve can protect us from tomorrow
Enjoy today from where we are

I will believe to the end
Even with my face pressed to the fire
I won't be shaken or moved
By the heat getting closer and higher

Sink or swim
Lose or win
Hold on with my naked arms

Cody jumps from the turnbuckle as he thrusts his arm into the air to a hail of cheers.

All those dreams, all of my hope, all life come undone
In a world beaten and broken I can see a rising sun
Burning down, scorching the earth, nowhere left to hide
Try to stop all this destruction, find a way, turn the tide
Reveal the bond that's made
Between the light and the shade

Eric Emerson: AND HIS OPPONENT…WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS…FROM SAN MATEO, CALIFORNIA…THIS IS THE CRISIS ACE…THIS IS COOOOOODYYYYY BOOOOOOOOOGAAAAAARRRRD!

Eric Emerson: YOUR REFEREE….SCOTT SWINDELL!

Jon McDaniel: A lot of trash talk from Starr leading up to tonight’s match. He thoroughly disrespected Cody Bogard, and his PWA title reign.

Brian Rentfro: What? Cody was champion?

DING DING!

Cody and Lucious circle each other before locking up. The heavier Starr easily backs Bogard into the corner. Referee Swindell calls for a clean break, but doesn’t get one, as Starr kicks Bogard in the gut on the break. Starr follows up with a forearm smash that rocks The Crisis Ace. He whips Bogard across the ring into the opposite corner, and follows him in to clothesline him. Bogard, the quicker of the two, pushes himself off the top rope to avoid the charging Starr, and hooks in a sunset flip for a two count.

Starr flattens Bogard with a clothesline, hooks the leg, but only gets a two count. Beta pulls Cody up, and rocks hiom with a pair of forearm smashes. Bogard lands a kick to the left knee of Beta. A rapid fire succession of kicks to Starr’s knee sends Lucious to the mat. A kick to the head stuns the tag champ.

Bogard hops through the ropes and stands on the apron. He hits a beautiful springboard leg drop, then goes for the cover…

1…

2…

Starr gets his foot on the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: That was a close one for Starr!

Brian Rentfro: I don’t like Bogard, but I gotta say he has skills.

Jon McDaniel: That’s decent of you, Brian. I’m proud of you.

Brian Rentfro: No, I GOTTA say it…it’s right here on the script…see. He…has…skills

Jon McDaniel: Would you please stop!

Bogard grabs the left leg of Starr and begins working it over. Kicks, knee-drops and elbow drops on the joint have Lucious in a lot of pain. Bogard locks on a kneebar in the center of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This is something a little different from the Crisis Ace…a submission hold. And Lucious is in a bad spot! He can’t reach the ropes.

Brian Jon McDaniel: Tap or snap, Lucious! Break the hold!

Lucious is barely hanging on, and it looks like he is about to submit. Starr manages to bring his free leg up and smashes his heel down into the stomach and chest of Bogard, until Cody breaks the hold. Bogard rolls to his side clutching his abdominal area, and trying to catch his breath.

Lucious begins to work over the ribs and chest of Bogard. He stomps on the Crisis Ace, driving every bit of oxygen he can from Cody’s lungs. Starr’s stomps don’t have the maximum amount of power behind them, due to the damage done by Bogard’s earlier submission attempt. With Cody Dwn, Starr walks around the ring, shaking and rubbing his leg. He walks over to Cody and puts him in position for the King Crab submission.

Jon McDaniel: And Lucious is going for a submission of his own with the ‘I Claim Your Soul!

Brian Rentfro: Now, the Crisis Ace is in a crisis situation. You saw how I did that? Crisis Ace …Crisis…

Jon McDaniel: We get it, Brian.

Starr continues to apply the pressure and Bogard looks to be losing the will to continue. He goes to tap, then pulls back. This is repeated several times. Cody blindly starts striking at Starr’s left knee, and finally causes Beta to release the hold. Cody lays on the mat, trying to catch his breath , while Starr is on the mat, holding his knee. Referee Swindell begins the ten count.

1….

2….

Jon McDaniel: These two men are spent and this match hasn’t reached the fifteen minute mark yet. They have been punishing each other!

3…

4…

5…

6…

Brian Rentfro: Double Count-out on the way if one of them doesn’t do something!

7…

Starr begins to get to his feet, using the ropes for help.

8…

Bogard does the same.

9…

Both men are up and Swindell stops the count. The crowd applauds both men’s efforts.

Starr and Bogard face each other from opposite sides of the ring. Starr and Cody charge each other. Lucious goes for a lariat, but Cody ducks, spins around and begins to hit open hand slaps on Starr, culminating in a machine gun like rapid fire succession of slaps.

ORA! ORA! ORA! The fans chant.

Bogard backs up and runs in with a running Yakuza kick, but Starr doesn’t go down. Bogard hits another one, and Starr is teetering. Bogard builds himself up a nice head of steam and comes running in with a flying knee-strike, which Starr blocks by catching him and slams him down in a variation of the power bomb.

Starr pulls Bogard to his feet. He picks him up for a vertical suplex, then drops him across his shoulders and begins cranking on Bogard’s neck and legs

Jon McDaniel: HELL’S WRATH! HELL’S WRATH! WILL BOGARD SUBMIT?

Brian Rentfro: CRANK IT, LUCIOUS! BREAK HIM IN HALF!

Bogard refuses to submit, so Starr flips him over to slam him face first to the mat. Bogard lands feet first, however, and hits….

Jon McDaniel: HERO TIME! HERO TIME! FROM CODY BOGARD!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT? WHERE’D THAT COME FROM?!

Jon McDaniel: COVER!

1…

2…

3!!!!

Jon McDaniel: CODY BOGARD WINS IT WITH HERO TIME FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

Cody rolls off Starr, and leans agains the ropes, holding his ribs, as Swindell raises his other hand. Starr rolls out of the ring frustrated and walks back to the back.

Jacob Figgins vs Marvin Wood

One RP Stip GB Championship Match


'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: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….THIS MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL…AND IS FOR THE PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPIONSHIP!!! INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER… HE WEIGHS IN AT 17 STONE 2 POUNDS…AND HAILS FROM PONTEFRACT, ENGLAND…HE IS A FORMER WORLD CHAMPION IN VICTORY WRESTLING, REBEL PRO, AND THE PWA…HE IS THE NOMADIC SAGE…MARVIN WOOOOOD!

The crowd gives Marvin Wood a mixed reaction .

"Man on the Silver Moutain" Blasts onto the P.A. system when Figgy appears from behind the entrance curtain. He looks left to right then fires his arms up into the air, pyros erupting

Eric Emerson: AND HIS OPPONENT, MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING NOW...

Jumping onto a nearby barricade, he throws off his hood to reveal his features. Figgy proceeds to slap hands with nearby fans

Finally traveling toward the ring he takes the time to jump onto the other barricade and exchange with more fans. Before finally tossing off his hoody and casting it into the crowd

Eric Emerson: HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT 235 POUNDS…HE HAILS FROM KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI….

Figgy hops off the barricade making a mad dash for the ring. Hopping onto the barricade, he hooks as arm about the top rope. His free arm pumping a fist into the air

Eric Emerson: HE IS A MULTI TIME PWA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION…AND A FORMER AND REIGNING…DEFENDING PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION…

Hooking both arms about the top rope, Figgy leans back far, flipping himself into the ring. Quickly hopping onto a turnbuckle to flail his head about .

Eric Emerson: HE IS THE GENUINE PULSE….HE IS YOUR PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION… JACOB FIIIGINNNNS

Hopping off he lands in the center of the ring, boucing on his feet while awaiting the bell.
Eric Emerson: YOUR REFEREE… DWAYNE CROSS!

Jon McDaniel: Brian, do you think Marvin Wood can come up with the biggest win of his recent career and wrest the Grizzly Beer Title out of the hand of Jacob Figgins?

Brian Rentfro: I don’t know about that, Jon. Can the man named Wood rise to the occasion? Or will Sir Figgles crank on Wood till he comes out the victor?

Jon McDaniel: You’re all class, Brian. All class. Referee Cross is ready to call for the bell.

DING DING!

Both men step out of their corners tentatively, each knowing the skills of the other. They lock up in the center of the ring. Wood grabs a headlock, which Figgins counters into a hammerlock. Wood bends over and grabs the left leg of Figgins and trips him down to the mat. Figgins is quickly to his feet, but is caught in a headlock once again. Wood transitions to a hammerlock of his own, and then transitions back around front into a front chancery. Wood cranks back hard on the front chancery, lifting Figgins’ feet off the ground.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, that’s not good for anybody’s neck there.

Marvin pulls back hard again, and when Jacob’s feet hit the ground he immediately drops to his hands and his knees. He grabs the left wrist of ‘The Nomadic Sage’ and struggles, but finally breaks the front chancery. He moves into position for a top wristlock. Jacob twists hard on Wood’s wrist, causing the ref to ask if Marvin wants to submit. Marvin answers no.

Wood does a front tumble, then a reverse tumble, grabs Figgins’ wrist and reverses the top wristlock. He steps on the back of Jacob’s left knee, causing him to surrender his vertical base. Wood simultaneously twists the wrist and puts the sole of his boot into the back of Jacob’s head, causing him to go facedown on the mat. Wood then plants his foot right on the shoulder blade of the Grizzly Beer Champion and pulls his arm in towards his head, intensifying the pressure on the shoulder joint. Figgins grunts and curses under his breath. The ref asks him if he’d like to surrender the contest, to which he declines.

Brian Rentfro: C’mon, Figgles! You’re right by the ropes! Just put a foot on the bottom rope and get the hold broken!

Jon McDaniel: Maybe he wants to work his way out of the hold.

Figgins starts pushing his way to a kneeling position, then up to his feet. Figgins grabs the top rope and flips backward, relieving the pressure. He kicks Wood in the stomach. He begins firing off palm strikes on Marvin until Wood releases his grip on his wrist. Figgins buries a knee to Wood’s midsection, then hits a forearm smash to the side of the head.

Figgins whips Wood into the opposite corner and follows him in with a lariat. He then whips him across the ring again, and attempts another running lariat. Wood sidesteps, causing Jacob to crash into the corner. Marvin hits a series of forearm smashes that buckle Jacob. He then picks up Figgins for a vertical suplex, then another, and a succession of 5 more suplexes before hitting a fisherman’s suplex for the pin.

Jon McDaniel: SUPLEX LABYRINTH! COVER!

1…

2…

Somehow Jacob manages to kick out.

Brian Rentfro: I CAN’T BELIEVE HE KICKED OUT!

Marvin gets to his feet quickly and is stalking Figgins who is still struggling to get off the mat. Wood is rubbing his hands together. Figgins barely gets to his feet before Wood strikes.

Figgins gets to his feet, turns and walks right into Wood’s attempt at Imperfect Tense. Figgins counters with a devastating DDT.

Jacob quickly ascends to the to rope and hits a picture perfect moonsault. Figgins uses his own momentum from the moonsault to roll backwards and up to a standing position. He waits on Wood to get up. Wood gets to his knees, and

Figgins seizes the opportunity. Sir Figgles charges and looks to go for a shining wizard, but turns it into a triangle choke. Wood struggles to escape but eventually goes limp. Referee Cross calls for the bell.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob Figgins snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. I thought Marvin Wood had him. He definitely deserves to be champ. But I gotta say that Wood looked like he’s back to his old form in –ring.

Brian Rentfro: Wood stayed firm in his resolve, but couldn’t take the squeezing and the pressure, and soon went limp. Figgins left him spread across the mat.

Jon McDaniel: For the love of God, man, you need counseling.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t know what you’re talkin about.

Mark McNasty vs Duff Côte d`Ivoire

PWA Intercontinental Title Match


Both men stand in the ring as the crowd is buzzing at a clash between two wrestlers that have become well know for their run as IC champion. McNasty doesn't waste any time in showing that he still has it and starts to fire chops and fist shots into the face and chest of Duff, moving the current PWA IC champion backwards. McNasty has Duff into the corner and is lacing Duff. A few elbow shots is softening Duff and Mark lets him stumble out the corner and takes him down will a Arn Anderson like spinebuster. McNasty ops back up and shakes the ring ropes, feeling excited to be back in a PWA ring. McNasty lifts Duff up and whips him into the ropes, but Duff having enough of the offense reverses and sends Mark up and over the top rope onto the floor. Duff takes a second or two to cach his breathe then waits for Mark to get to his feet. McNasty is up and Duff goes through the middle and top rope, wrapping his arm around Mark's head and driving him into the ringside mat.

Duff rolls through and runs toward the nearby guard railing and hops on and throws himself back and smashing Mark with a asai moonsault. Duff gets up and grabs McNasty by the head and rolls him back into the ring. Duff quickly slides in the ring after him and lifts him up...but quickly fires a European uppercut that sends McNasty back into the corner. Duff goes to grab McNasty, but the lights go out. When they come back on, Starr is in the ring in front of Mark. Before Mark can react...Hell's Wrath!!! Starr begins to laugh but is spun around by Duff.

REDEMPTION!!!

Duff kicks Starr's body out the ring and drops down to pin McNasty

1...

2...

3...

WINNER: Duff Côte d`Ivoire

Where in the World?


Bubba J walks down the hallway, still holding the metal.

"Where oh where are you Mr. Americana?!"

He comes up on a tech, grasping him by his shirt collar, he holds the sharp piece of metal close to the tech's face.

(growling)"Where is he at?!"

The tech shakes his head.

"You see him, you tell him I'm looking for his fat ass... got it?"

The tech nods, Bubba J walks on.

"I'm looking for you, someone that fat can't be able to hide."

He comes up on the concession area, a smirk on his face. Walking up to a caterer, he is covered in blood and asks the caterer.

"Have you seen Mr. Americana?"

The guy nods.

Caterer: "He just left, he went that way."

J nods and heads off hurriedly in pursuit of Mr. Americana. He rounds the corner and spots Cindy Lou, who turns around as she hears something. Cindy Lou screams and begins to run.

"Run bitch, run."

He follows after her, limping slightly from his match and the amount of blood loss.

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Time Lord Bitch Smack


A cameraman is currently outside shoving his lens in the face of the PWA world champion as she takes a breath of fresh air.

Anna Mathews: Ja no, ish nice two be back awn Spike TV.

Her face scrunches up slightly as she begins to walk. The cameraman has no choice but to walk backwards. In the background, Pedro Gonzales scurries out of the vehicle and dashes to keep up.

Anna Mathews: Oar at least, dat's wat aye should be saying. I mean, hive been hear before. The television cameras wif ur networks nayme on de side, the higher production costs, tha pressure ov nawt offending the bigwigs. Itt just ceems kinda odd tat I'm awn tis channel again. Especially cents eye'm coming bak inn xactly the way I came out: wif gold on my shoulder. But it feels hoff somehow.

The door of the arena opens up, bringing a brightness to the scene and the Dodo's feet clip and clop on the floor.

Anna Mathews: Being dis cesspool's world champion, joo'd fink dat maibe I'd be a little angry tat I wasn't booked on the supershow. Yoor prolly expecting a hissyfit in witch I batter the everlastink hell outta some innocent bystander four easy heel heat. And yif I was playing tat role, eye might doo it four the lulz. But tat's not the role I'm playing 2nite.

Then she stops. She stops just enough for the pet Mexican to catch up as her head and the camera turns to see the door of Eli Storm.

Pedro Gonzales: Uh...Anna? Is this really going to do anything?

Pedro's concern causes the camera to face the champion as she looks at him and smirks.

Anna Mathews: Nope. Butt it'll mayke mii feel better.

Without the least bit of warning, Anna kicks in the door leaving Storm, Deacon Frost, and superfan Josh (who is hanging around for whatever reason) reasonably stunned. She moves the guest booker out of the way while muttering something resembling "timelord business, outta my way." He then faints. Or probably pees himself. We can't tell. Before Eli could muster his usual smarm, the master of Time and Space smacks him down with a vengeance.

Anna Mathews: Dat's four yer upper middle class ass starting a paradox.

Shawn O'Reilly vs Deacon Frost

Special Stip Match


Shawn O'Reilly is in the ring waiting for Frost to come out when the Tron pops up and on the screen is the fearless leader of the PWA, Eli Storm. Storm is not in a good mood as he is pacing back and forth in his office. Storm stops for a moment and stares at the camera before speaking.

Storm: Allow me to give everyone a history lesson. on 7/8/2013 Rampage was held...a week later Summer Sizzler '13 was supposed to broadcast for all the viewers and fans. but money issue and management problems put the company on hold until 8/4/2013 when I took over and brought this company back to life. Pouring my hard earned money in to making sure everything was up to code. Paying back companies that were owed money during the shut down. And what did I get in return...I got a guy who made a deal with the old owners...busting in here and demanding title shots, even though there were people who had earned that shot before you. Forgetting the fact that the only reason why he is allowed to air his concerns on national viewing is because I keep him employed. I keep money in his bank, but instead of thanking me...he disrespects me.

Storm stops for a moment.

Storm: And then I go and I secure a TV deal to make us..more money. To get us more viewers. I did what was good for business. And then the woman that is my World Champion, decides to smack me. The World champion that even though she has tried to get under my skin, I have allowed her the freedom to do what she wanted to do. But i see being nice is going to get me no where. It seems that people want to push me and see just how far things can go. Fine. Lets make things fun then. At the MTS Centre in Winnipeg we are going to have a very big main event. You see on one side, we are going to have our reigning Tag Team Champions, High & High Water and on the other side we are going to have Anna Matthews and "YOUR" hero, Shawn O'Reilly.

But then the video starts to glitch, Shawn and the crowd that thought it was a live feed looks puzzled. All of the sudden from out the crowd comes Eli Storm. He slides under the ropes and tackles O'Reilly. Storm is raining shots down on Shawn until the Bulldog is able to roll him over and nail Storm with a vicious elbow that opens Eli up. Shawn rolls off Storm and hops up on his feet. The crowd explodes seeing that Shawn will finally get his hands on Storm. Shawn rolls Storm over in order to stomp on his and as he does Storm sprays him in the face with some type of mace.

Storm: Damn it.

Storm wipes the blood out his eyes as he stands up. He rips off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Shawn is down on both knees trying to clear his eyes of the mace. Storm grins and runs to the ropes behind Shawn and bounces off and blast the back of Shawn's neck with a clothesline that smashes Shawn face first into the mat. Storm reaches inside of his pocket and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Storm starts to handcuff Shawn when Childhood (Don't) A-Go-Go explodes through the PA system and Anna Matthews races down the aisle and slides into the ring. She throws off her PWA World Title. Storm gets up, bloody face and all and looks at Anna.

Storm: Don't do this...you don't want to do this.

Matthews: No...I REALLY DO!!!

Anna fires a shot that catches Storm off guard, but not so off guard, because he answers with a shot of his own. Storm and Matthews are trading shots in the middle of the ring and the crowd is going wild. Storm with a wild swing, Anna ducks and pushes him chest first into the turnbuckle. Anna hoist Storm on the turnbuckle. A few shots to the back of neck before Matthews hops on the ring ropes...SPLATASTROPHE!!

Crowd: Holy (BEEP)!! Holy (BEEP)!! Holy (BEEP)!!

But Anna doesn't have long to celebrate as she feels the ring move behind her. As she turns around she is planted into the mat by The Frostbite, courtesy of Deacon Frost. Frost waves for the EMTs and security to come down. As they hit the ring, Frost backs up to give them room to work. Frost bumps into one of the EMTs that are climbing into the ring. Frost turns around and is blasted off his feet by a Jawbreaker Lariat.

REVOLUTION LARIAT!!!

The EMTs scatter as the lone EMT takes off his hat to revel himself to be none other then JACOB FIGGINS!! As the show fades to black, Jacob grabs the World Championship and raises it in the air.