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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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11-11-2013


Spike TV and the PWA Presents...RAMPAGE

Live from the SkyDome Arena




"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 Jon McDaniel: Welcome to golly ol' Coventry, England and another action packed episode of Rampage...the most watched sports show on SPIKE TV!!! Of course I am Jon McDaniel and this is my partner...

Brian Rentfro: The swinger of Swag...the man who, last night, took such liberties with your mother that he is now recognized as your father in 17 countries... Brian Rentfro!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Really, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: That is Dad to you!!!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Heh, not in your best day dreams, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Then explain how I know about the three oddly spaced freckles on your backside.

Jon McDaniel pauses with a fear in his eyes as the scene quickly cuts to the parking lot.

Time To Teach Respect


As the scene switches over, you see a stretch limo pulling up to the parking lot area. The driver hops out and runs to the passenger side door and opens it...out comes Eli Storm.

Storm: I'm telling you right now...Figgins needs to be taught respect. Thing is...I can't have you get your hands on him just yet. Let me soften him up for a bit. Not that you need any help but why have a hard night at the PPV when you can cruise into your payday. You understand.

Storm pauses and turns around seeing the camera behind him.

Storm: Damn it...you turn that camera off and get out of here or the only work you will be able to get is shooting Snuff Films featuring Project X.

Without wasting a second, the camer goes off and switched to the backstage area.

The Set-Up


Mr. Americana and Cindy Lou Jenkins enter the backstage area of the arena. Mr. Americana is walking very slowly and gingerly, and is using a cane for assistance. Bud Adams approaches the couple. Cindy gives Bud a sad, pleading look, as if to nonverbally beg Bud to 'play along.'

Bud Adams: Mr. Americana...Cynth..I mean Cindy Lou Jenkins, welcome to Coventry, England!

Mr. Americana: Thank ya, Bud Adamth. I jutht wanna pologithe to all my fanth here in the UK. I'm thorry, I'mthtill on the thidelineth cauthe of what that low down, no-count, egg thuckin dog Bubber J done did to me. But I got thomethin for hith ath. Bud, thtith ith a thurprithe for all my fanth and for my 'Thpethial Friend,' Mith Thindy Lou Jenkinth. ight here...right now...I'm ithuin' a challenge to Bubber J. BUBBER J...WHAT YOU DONE DID TO ME...I CAN RECOVA FROM. BUT THE TORMENT..THE LITRAL HELL ON EARTH YOU DONE PUT THINDY LOU THROUGH ITH UFORGIVABLE! YOU THOWED ME THAT MAYBE I CAN'T PROTECT HER ATH WELL ATH I THOULD. BUT AT LONDON'TH BURNIN', BUBBERJ...IT ENDTH...IT ALL ENDTH. WE GONNA PUT A THTOP TO THITH THANG RIGHT HERE.CAUTHE AT LONDON'TH BURNIN', I'M CHALLENGIN YOU TO A LONDON'TH BURNIN' MATCH! BUBBER, IF YOU GOT ANY COURAGE...IF YOU GOT ANY BACKBONE....ACTHEPT MY CHALLENGE. AND ON NOVEMBA 25TH, I'MMA LIGHT YO ATH UP, AN' BURN YO ATH TO THE GROUND!!! C'mon, Thindy Lou, let'th go to the drethin room, and wait to thee if Bubber J actheptth my challenge.

Mr. Americana walks gingerly away, a shaken Cindy Lou walking next to him.

Gunnar Kingsbury vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match


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


Cody takes his time to prepare for the match as the theme fades out.

The arena lights dim as '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... THIS IS YOUR OPENING CONTEST ON MONDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE...LIVE FROM THE SKYDOME IN BEAUTIFUL COVENTRY ENGLAND.....THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT... INTODUCING FIRST....HE WEIGHS IN AT AN EVEN FIFTEEN STONE....TWO HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS...FROM SAN MATEO, CALIFORNIA...THIS IS THE CRISIS ACE...THIS IS COOOOOOODYYYYY BOOOOOOOGAAAAAARRRRRDDD!!!!!!

The UK fans show their love for Bogard who climbs to the second rope to reciprocate.

Eric Emerson: AND HIS OPPONENT...HE WEIGHS IN AT SEVENTEEN STONE, NINE 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.

GIVE ME THAT!

Kingsbury calls Emerson back over. He leans over to say something in his ear.

Where are we at again? Coventry....I thought I smelled something.

The crowd make their displeasure known to Kingsbury.

COVENTRY, ENGLAND.....

SHUT YOUR MOUTHS...OPEN YOUR EYES....AND...

He looks over at Bogard and grins...

YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS, CODY...

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...FORGET LIZ, CHARLIE, WILL OR KATE....I AM THE ONLY GENUINE ROYALTY IN THE UNITED KINGDOM TONIGHT...I AM THE KING OF WRESTLING....I AM GUNNAR KINGSBURY...
AND I.. AM.. BETTER.. THAN...YOU!!!

The crowd in the Skydome completely soak Kingsbury in boos. A chant of 'YOU'RE A WANKER' breaks out.

Brian Rentfro: I say,that's not very kind.

Jon Jon McDaniel: I think it's safe to say that Gunnar Kingsbury is not liked here in Coventry, especially with that 'Only real royalty' remark.

Brian Rentfro: Well a lot of the commoners do hate the royalty. It's pure jealousy of those above them. kinda like you and me, Jon, old bean.

DING DING!

Kingsbury rushes Bogard, tackling him into the corner. Gunnar buries a shoulder into the midsection of Cody several times. He pulls Bogard out of the corner. He picks Cody up and drops him ribs first across his knee for a side back-breaker. He repeats the side-breaker two more times, then executes a fallaway slam. Bogard hits the mat with a thud, and his momentum sends him rolling out of the ring.

Kingsbury exits the ring and stands on the apron, waiting for Bogard to get to his feet. When Cody makes it up, Gunnar runs across the apron and hits a rolling plancha that takes the Crisis Ace to the floor. Kingsbury hops to his feet, raising his arms in victory.

Jon Jon McDaniel: He does realize that the match isn't over yet, right?

Brian Rentfro: Of course he does. He's just celebrating a sure victory.

Kingsbury picks Bogard up and nonchalantly rolls him into the ring. Gunnar then goes for an arrogant cover. Bogard kicks out at the count of two.

Jon Jon McDaniel: You're not going to pin Cody Bogard that easily.

Brian Rentfro: You don't know that!

Jon Jon McDaniel: He just kicked out!

Brian Rentfro: Well...

Kingsbury pulls Bogard up from the mat, but Cody pushes him away and hits a standing dropkick. Bogard hits the rising Kingsbury with a running knee strike that has Kingsbury on the ropes. Bogard lights Kingsbury up with a succession of open hand strikes to the chest.

Bogard goes to whip Gunnar into the ropes, but it’s reversed. Kingsbury attempts a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Cody follows through, landing on his feet, then hitting a series of hard kicks to the knees and the ribs. Kingsbury is on wobbly legs. Bogard hits The Excalibur Slash, which sends Kingsbury crashing to the mat.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Excalibur Slash from Bogard! Cover!

1...

2…

Kingsbury kicks out at 2 ½!

Brian Rentfro *smugly*: You’re not going to pin Gunnar Kingsbury that easily.

Bogard continues the assault Kingsbury, executing a stunning diving bodysplash, and getting another 2 ½ count.

Kingsbury gets to his feet, and is hit by another Excalibur Slash.

1…

2…

Kingsbury manages to get the left shoulder up at 2 7/8! Bogard begins to show signs of frustration, but just as quickly, regains his composure.

Cody bides his time, waiting for Kingsbury to get up. He goes for a springboard hurricanrana, but is caught by the bigger, stronger Kingsbury. Gunnar slams Bogard down with a powerbomb, but keeps his fingers locked. He picks Bogard up again, and slams him down again, but doesn’t release his hold on the Puro Hero. He muscles Bogard back up, and crashes him into the mat with a third powerbomb that folds Bogard up.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Triple Powerbomb by Kingsbury! Cover!

1…

Brian Rentfro: YES!

2…

Brian Rentfro: YES!

Bogard kicks out just as the referee’s hand hits the mat for three. Kickout!

Brian Rentfro: NO!!

Kingsbury’s up quick, complaining about a slow count. He turns around and is caught in a rather weak small package by the barely woozy Bogard.

1…

Kickout.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Bogard just didn’t have the strength to hold on to the small package.

Brian Rentfro: Well, getting a triple powerbomb will from someone like Gunnar Kingsbury will do that. And did you just say that Cody Bogard has a small package?

Jon McDaniel (through clenched teeth): No, Brian, I did not say that Cody Bogard has a small package.

Kingsbury begins an all out assault on the back and ribs of Bogard, hitting spinebusters, backbreakers, and an array of suplexes. Kingsbury yells “THAT’S IT!” to signal the end for Bogard. He pulls the barely conscious to his feet. He wraps his arms around Bogard’s waist and goes for the backdrop driver. But, Bogard brings his left knee up, hitting Bogard right above the eye. Two more kneestrikes cause Kingsbury to let go of Bogard.

The Coventry fans are getting louder as Bogard mounts a comeback. Bogard hits a series of forearm smashes that stagger Kingsbury. He then begins hitting a rapid fire succession of vicious open hand slaps as the crowd chants ‘ORA! ORA!” Kingsbury pushes Bogard away begins to swing wildly, then flops face first to the mat.

Bogard unleashes a high speed aerial assault on Kingsbury. Cody hits the top rope and comes off with a diving splash. He rolls off Kingsbury and mounts the top rope again. He hits a perfectly executed diving elbow drop. He rolls off Kingsbury again and ascends to the top again. He flies off the top rope with a frog splash.

Jon Jon McDaniel: AMAZING FROG SPLASH FROM BOGARD!

Brian Rentfro: I dunno, I’d give it 4 stars.

Jon Jon McDaniel: COVER!

1…

2…

3..NO! KINGSBURY GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Bogard is beginning to show frustration as Gunnar rolls out of the ring to gather his wits. Bogard cuts him no slack, as he hits the farside ropes. He gins a head of steam and attempts a running springboard Asai moonsault to the outside. As Bogard launches himself off, Gunnar backs up a step or two. As Cody adjusts his trajectory to land on his feet, Kingsbury jumps up, grabs Bogard’s shoulders, and hits a devastating lungblower on the floor. The crowd ‘OOOOHHHH’s’ in reaction to the move, as Bogard bounces off Kingsbury’s knees and lies in a heap on the floor.

Kingsbury pulls Bogard off the floor and flings him into the ring. He then pulls Cody up and hits a huge backdrop driver and goes for the cover.

1…

2…

3!!!

Kingsbury rolls off Bogard and out of the ring, where Athena and Aphrodite wait to raise his hands in victory.

Eric Emerson: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….GUNNAR KINGSBURY!

Kingsbury walks back to the dressing room, an arrogant smile on his face as Athena and Aphrodite walk alongside, giving the ‘royal wave’ to the fans.

I Text You, You Text Me


Bubba J sits in the cab of his new truck, its not nearly as fancy as the one that Mr. A destroyed a few weeks ago, but he's working on it. The truck in fact, is very plain, except for the Ipod that the radio has, along with the system in the truck, other than that though its very plain. Bubba J looks around and begins to tap on his phone, sending out a text, the camera picks up the shape of something really bulky in his truck seat beside him.

~~~Similtaneously~~~

Cynthia's, also known as Cindy Lou, pocket book makes a tri tone sound. Cynthia reaches into her pocketbook, pulling out a cel, she looks down at the screen.

Bubba: "I've got somethingyou want."

Cynthia scoffs and seems to nearly gag; she returns the text, while speaking.

Cindy: "You've got nothing that I want."

~~~Bubba J~~~

A text tone comes in, its a clip of Buford T. Justice saying, "Sombitch" from the Smokey and the Bandit movie. Bubba J takes a swallow of something in the cup holder and smiles.

Bubba J: "Oh but I do Cynthia, oh how I do."

Immediately he sends another text.

"Its the belly welly that is so smelly welly, it jiggles like jelly.

Quickly another text.

"All you have to do is come and get it, and a kiss."

~~~Cynthia~~~

She receives the texts and looks a bit happier, until...

"I'm not giving him a kiss."

Billy Bob Hayes & Emperor Ian vs Hell & High Water(c)

PWA Tag Team Title Match


This PWA Tag Title match started off with Starr and Ian, both circling the other and looking for an opening. Just as Starr went in for the lockup, Ian reached back and tagged in Billy Bob, but not before slapping Starr across the face. BB Hayes came into the ring and looked to shake hands with Starr, but the former PWA World Champ was having none of it and went on the attack with rights and lefts, backing the surprised BB Hayes into the corner. A whip later sent BB Hayes into the corner and Starr lifted him up for a suplex, after kneeing and forearm BB Hayes for a minute or two. BB Hayes seemed to be out of it while Starr was pressing the attack, so Starr continued the onslaught here, lifting him back up for another suplex. BB Hayes was able to counter with a knee and punch to the ribs, then nail a DDT that took Starr down; Ian was reaching in for the tag. BB Hayes obliged by tagging his partner in and the two went to double team, but the honorable BB Hayes was having none of that cheating tactic and stepped through the ropes. Ian, however, went on with the attack nailing forearm after forearm and weakening the Tag Champ in the Hayes/Ian corner. Ian looked as though he was mocking Starr a bit there, making the sign of the belt around his waist, then performed a arm lock takedown, for the submission, but Starr was able to get into the ropes.

Ian brought him up after the five count, working on him with several arm drags, arm wrenches, and arm locks, looking to go back to that arm trap submission move from minutes earlier. Starr was able to somehow whip Ian into the ropes, but Ian reversed and Danielson showed his prowess by tagging himself in. Starr leaped over Ian while Josh sprung from the top with a split legged moonsault leg drop onto Ian and immediately rolled off to allow Starr to drop a knee onto the back of Ian's neck. Billy came in and told the guys that this was cheating, but got a double dropkick for his efforts and was sent flying over the top rope and to the outside. Starr stepped into his own corner and Danielson went to work on Ian with several of his springboard moves, designed to inflict damage and to also wow the crowd. Both of these worked to perfection and Danielson hit one of his signature moves on Ian, going for the cover. However he only got a count of two before Ian was able to kick out and Josh brought him up to his feet. The Emperor showed his skill by poking Josh in the eye and delivering a rollup for a count of two as well, before popping up and delivering a savate kick to Starr that sent him stumbling back. Ian reached down and pulled Josh up and went to town on him with several high impact moves, taking advantage of Starr's momentary out of the action. Ian grabbed a side headlock before tagging in BB Hayes and told him to kick him. BB Hayes said that he didn't cheat and Ian convinced him that this is what tag teamming is about; BB Hayes complied and kicked Josh right in the ribs several times before the count of five. BB then went to work on Danielson with his on variation of high impact moves, showing his country strength, but the downfall nearly came when an inverted atomic drop sent Danielson near his corner, but Hayes was able to reverse his fortune and keep Josh in the match.

Josh returned with a mule kick to BB Hayes, that didn't phase the man, he's obviously been kicked there before by a mule. Danielson turned around, swept BB's feet out from under him and perfectly executed a lionsault onto Hayes for a count of two. It was Josh's turn for some offense on BB then as he used his speed to his advantage and kept out of the big man's grasp with darting kicks, punches, chops, and other such moves; all devised to wear BB Hayes down slowly and quickly at the same time. BB seemed to be getting frustrated at trying to keep up with Josh when he spun around and caught Josh with one of his signature moves and went for the pin. However, he only got a count of two before Josh kicked out and the match continued. There followed a few minutes of the referee, Daniel Cross, trying to get the match back under some sort of control, much to no avail, then in the last seconds he was able to get Ian and Starr back to their respective corners, both more exhausted than before the altercation. Josh and BB were both crawling towards their corners, but Josh was able to tag in Starr before and he prevented BB frommaking the tag. Starr then went to work on BB, but Hayes had a few surprises for him and was able to counter most of Starr's move, until Starr went for another suplex, which BB countered into a small package for a count of two. Starr got up furious and tried to beat BB down, but Hayes was having none of it and showed his country resolve and took the fight to Starr, causing the current Tag Champ's eyes to open in surprise. Hayes went to work on Starr, delivering some big moves of his own and wearing Starr down. The end came however when Billy Bob went for his finisher.

And he nailed it on Starr, Ian coming in to run interference as they got the count of three!

Winner and NEW PWA Tag Team Champions: Emperor Ian and Billy Bob Hayes 22:19

Wanna Bet?


Jethro Hayes is sitting in the lobby of the arena, just milling around with the fans and signing some autographs at the table. Nicole is there with him and they are chatting amiably with the fans there, it is quite a bit of fans.

Jethro: "Yeah, I've thought of coming back, but I jus..."

Jethro is interrupted as Lean Bean Miller pops up out of nowhere.

LBM: "Jethro, there is a rumor going around that you are thinking of coming back."

Jethro looks at LBM.

Jethro: "I jus..."

Once again he is interrupted, but this time by Bud Adams, who comes storming in from the opposite side of the room, shouting at LBM.

Bud: "Are you the one that told me that Jethro was backstage talking to Eli Storm?!"

LBM tries to hid his smirk, but isn't quick enough and Bud spots it.

Bud: "Why you son of a bi..."

Jethro: "Bud, there are fucking kids around!"

Bud looks shocked, looking around at the group of pople gathered there.

LBM: "No, I didn't tell you Jethro was talking to Eli."

Bud: "You sorry son of a bitch! It was your phone number that the text came from!"

LBM: "It damn was not!"

Bud: "Was too you lying sack of shit!"

LBM: "Was not!"

Bud: "Proove it you lying sack of rotted monkey nuts!"

Jethro: "Rotted monkey nuts? That's a good one, gotta remember that one."

Bud looks over at Jethro.

Bud: "Want to use it in your return promo?"

Jethro: "I'm no..."

LBM: "I can prove it you vat full of rejected puss!"

Bud turns his attention back to LBM.

Bud: "Yeah?! Do it then!"

LBM: "I didn't text you!"

Bud: "You said that fucktard! Prove it!"

LBM: "I left you a voice mail!"

Bud charges at LBM, everyone watching as the two get closer.

Bud: "I'm gonna kick your worthless ass!"

LBM: "Yeah, well I'm gonna make you wish your dad had worn a condom!"

Bud: "You think so pissant!"

LBM: "I know so gay hole!"

Bud stops for a moment.

Jethro: "Gay hole? Way uncool Miller, you gotta learn better derogatory sayings."

Jethro is shaking his head.

Bud: "Wanna teach this lice filled punk some... in your return promo?"

Jethro: "I said I'm n..."

LBM takes the oppurturnity to nail Bud with a right hook, sending him falling and rolling through the crowd; Jethro raises an eyebrow.

Jethro: "What do..."

He's talking to Nicole.

Nicole: "Pathetic, really pathetic."

The crowd is gathered around as Bud and LBM roll around, grunting and swearing heavily.

Crowd: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Security guards rush in from a room off camera and spread the crowd a part enough to get in.

Security Guard1: "You two again?"

SG2: "This is like the third time today Chief."

SG1 nods.

SG1: "They ain't doing much more than rolling around talking about the other's parentage."

Jethro: "Wanna bet who'll come out on top?"

The guards look over at Jethro and Nicole, both shaking their heads.

SG1: "Neither will, both are a bunch of pansies."

Jethro indicates the two men rolling around slower and slower, both panting heavily.

Jethro: "Reckon you orta break that up?"

SG1: "I guess so."

They turn to the two reporters.

SG2: "Alright you two, break it up."

They don't and continue to roll around.

Jethro: "Pepper spray?"

The guards smile and nod.

SG1: "Lets give it to em."

They each pull a can and aim, just as Bud comes up from the pile, LBM right in front of him. LBM blocks Bud's view and immediately ducks back down, Bud receiving the full force of two shots of pepper spray.

{fade}

I Text You, You Text Me Part 2


Cynthia is standing outside the Skydome, using her voice to text feature on her phone.

Bubba, please try to understand. I am trying to bring my husband back from where he's been for so long. I'm fighting to bring my family together. And I'll do anything to save my family, but I WILL NOT....

Cynthia then gets a call.

Cynthia: "Hey mom, is she really?!"

Cynthia then talks to someone on the phone.

Cynthia: "Hey sweetie, mama loves you. I'm on the road with daddy and we are going to come home soon, we love you."

She gets really teary eyed.

Cynthia: "Daddy is going to be alright honey, he's... he's... he's... he's gonna be fine."

She wipes the tears, before nodding to her self.

Cynthia: "Love you baby, mommie's got to go work now."

She hangs up the phone and wipes her eyes again.

~~~Bubba J~~~

A text comes in.

Cynthia: "Fine, I'll do it."

Bubba J smiles and sends another text.

"Meet me in the back of the parking lot, don't want anyone to see me being compassionate."

Cynthia: "Fine"

Bubba J rolls out of the truck and begins talking.

Bubba J: "Set up over there, make sure there is a live feed going."

Jacob Figgins vs Bubba J

Spike Fight of the Night


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

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

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

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

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

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

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

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

“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.”

He reaches his hand out for Eric's microphone.

"Before I whip Jacob's ass, there is something I got to say to a piece of shit in the back."

The boos reign down.

"Shut the fuck up, or cheer, it don't make a damn to me. Cause I'm gonna say what I gotta say, you can either shut up and listen or boo me and make me speak longer."

He stares.

"I don't give a damn."

They boo still, but it does lower in volume.

"Americana, you want to challenge me for a London's Burning match at London's Burning?"

He waits.

"No fucking problem on my end. I'll fuck your mind up worse than it already is. You might as well have been born with a dick in your skull, because you will be seriously fucked when I'm done with you."

He sneers at the booing.

"But before we go that far, before we go into that match, before we do this damn thing... there is one thing I want."

He spits.

"You want to protect your lady... actually... you want to try and protect your lady... then here is your chance to prove that you can protect her. Here is your damn chance to prove to her your love, your caring, your retribution..."

He stares at the back.

"I know you are listening, so here is the deal. If you win... I leave Cindy Lou alone for good."

The crowd yells their enjoyment at that news, Bubba J just smirks.

"You lose and... I get Cindy Lou for 30 days and I can do whatever I want to her... no strings attached, you can do nothing but helplessly watch as I devour that precious little flower."

He waits.

"You have my acceptence and you have my terms. You have until next week, I await your cowering and blubbering response."

He tosses the mic down.

"Man on the Silver Moutian" 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

Announcer: Making his way to the ring...

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

Announcer: He weighs in tonight at 235 pounds and 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

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


Announcer: He is the "The Genuine Pulse" JACOB FIIIGINNNNS

Hopping off he lands in the center of the ring, boucing on his feet while awaiting the bell

Ding Ding

Right from Jacob, right from Bubba J and this match is under way. Jacob with a side headlock, Bubba sends him into the ropes. Jacob rebounds with a knee to the face, Bubba spins down on one knee, nailing Jacob in the thigh with a punch. Jacob stumbles back into the ropes, Bubba J with a clothesline sends him over, but Jacob grabs him and they both go over to the outside. Jacob with a knee shot, Bubba J with a right hook. Jacob whips Bubba into the railing, Bubba rebounds with another right hook.

One!

Both men look up at the referee counting them both out.

Brian Rentfro: What is going on?

Jon Jon McDaniel: A match.

Brian Rentfro: Smartass.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Smarter than you anyways.

Both try to catch the other off guard with a right, both nail the punch and respectively stumble back from the blow. Bubba charges in, Figgins leaps over.

Three!

Both men flip Scott Swindell off and go back to throwing punches at the other. Bubba with a surprise left catches Figgins off guard, but a kick from Jacob nails Bubba in the thigh and he goes down onto one knee.

Five!

Brian Rentfro: This is ridiculous.

Jon Jon McDaniel: They never said it was going to be no rules Brian.

Brian Rentfro: No one told your mother to leave her legs open, but she did.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Leave my mother out of this and I'll leave this out of your mother.

Brian Rentfro: You sicko!

Jacob nails him with a left right left combo before pulling Bubba back up. Whip from Bubba sends Jacob into the railing, but he bounces back with an elbow to the face that causes Bubba to crash into the ring apron.

Seven!

Jacob dives at Bubba with a forearm smash, Bubba J ducks under catching Jacob with a kidney shot as he passes by.

Eight!

Figgins spins around, J is right there with a right hook, missing and Figgins with a gut shot doubles him over.

Nine!

Jacob and Bubba roll into the ring and both are in Scott's face yelling at him that they don't give a damn, or something similar. Figgins grabs another side headlock, Bubba sends him into the ropes, Figgins rebounds and both go crashing into Swindell, sending him down. They look at the downed and out referee and then at each other, before smiling and nodding at each other. Rolling out of the ring, they grab a steel chair.

Brian Rentfro: Here we go!

Jon Jon McDaniel: For the time being, there are no rules!

Back in the ring, Bubba J receives a vicious chair shot, but quickly returns the shot to Jacob. They begin exchanging steel chair shots to the other, Bubba J going for Figgins' head while Jacob aims for Bubba's body. Both men are turning red from the hard shots and drop the chairs in exchange for fists of fury from the other. Rights, lefts, rights, lefts, kicks, knees, and both men are panting heavily here in the center of the ring, not bloody but damn sure getting exhausted quickly.

Jon Jon McDaniel: This is wrestling, not the freaking MMA!

Brian Rentfro: I like the MMA.

Jon Jon McDaniel: So, who cares.

Brian Rentfro: They do, when I buy the pay per view. You should too, since I use your credit card.

Jon Jon McDaniel: You do what?!

Brian Rentfro: Oh looky, a wrestling hold.

Figgins has Bubba J in an arm triangle choke, but somehow Bubba J counters with a hold breaking shot to the nuts. Jacob quickly releases the hold, holding at his groin when Bubba J grabs both ankles and looks to the crowd with a lick of his lips.

Brian Rentfro: Nail him in the balls!

Bubba J does some twisting, some wiggling, and falls back, but quickly holds at his knee.

Jon Jon McDaniel: He tried a figure four, but...

Brian Rentfro: The idiot somehow put it on himself! What a dumbass!

Jon Jon McDaniel: I'm gonna tell him.

Brian Rentfro: Don't, please don't.

Bubba J holds at his knee and is up to his feet, limping now, Jacob dives and shoulder blocks him in the back of the injured knee.

Brian Rentfro: Chop Block, ten yard penalty, repeat first down!

Jon Jon McDaniel: This is wrestling, not football.

Brian Rentfro: Oh yeah, sorry, got caught up in the moment.

Jacob grabs the ankle, wrapping Bubba J up in a figure four leglock. Falling down, he really torques the injured knee, doing his best to hyperextend it and cause tremendous amounts of pain. Bubba J rolls over, pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes, if he could only get to them. He grabs something, and Jacob turns the hold back over, right into the path of a swinging chair shot to the face. Jacob's nose explodes with a crimson flow and the submission is released; Swindell is still down.

Brian Rentfro: There flows the crimson!

Bubba J licks his lips and limps to his feet, Jacob nails him with a right fist into the nuts, J falls and drops the chair at the same time. Jacob pulls himself up and then Bubba J, whipping him into the corner. Figgins follows in, slamming an elbow into Bubba's mouth, blood pours from the busted and split lip.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Bubba J's mouth is busted open!

Brian Rentfro: I think he lost his remaining tooth.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Stop it, he has more than one.

Brian Rentfro: He's down to one now then.

Jon Jon McDaniel: That is ridiculous.

Brian Rentfro: I lol'ed.

Bubba J comes fighting out of the corner, fists are going every where from both men again in this match. Jacob with an arm drag, and Bubba J rolls through and up to his feet; Jacob is surprised. Bubba J points at his head before kicking Jacob in the face. Bubba J whips him into the corner and begins to deliver shot after shot to the Sir Figgles. Jacob's head rocks back and he spits in Bubba's face, blinding the Ragin' Redneck temporarily. Jacob brings him forward and up the turnbuckle, bear hug dive from the top turnbuckle, drives the wind out of both men, but no referee is there to count. Scott Swindell is slowly regaining consciousness, but unable to do more than just blink his pathetic eyes. Jacob lifts Bubba J up, nailing him with another chair shot, a second, a third, and a fourth has him in the corner. Bubba J is a bloody mess, but he honestly seems to be smiling as he fires a right into Jacob's broken nose, Figgins drops the chair in surprise and pain. J comes out of the corner, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, and a running elbow smash sends him stumbling. A kick to the gut doubles Figgins over and Bubba J lifts him up for a suplex, he spins, and drops him... right on top of the then kneeling Scott Swindell.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Poor Scott.

Brian Rentfro: Who's Scott?

Jon Jon McDaniel: The referee, you've only worked with him for who knows how many years.

Brian Rentfro: I don't associate with the lower life forms of this business.

Jacob is slowly pulled up to his feet, he delives a double leg take down and mounts Bubba J with rights and lefts, pounding away on him with closed fists and repeatedly slamming a knee into Bubba J's groin.

Brian Rentfro: No more reproduction from Bubba J, gonna make Cindy awfully sad.

Jon Jon McDaniel: They never...

Brian Rentfro: Haven't you seen, "A Night in Lou?"

Jon Jon McDaniel: That's sick.

Jacob locks in the Conspiracy Theory! Bubba J is grunting from the pain when a unknown referee comes down from the back and slides into the ring. Bubba J rolls over onto Jacob and places his feet on the ropes, Swindell slowly looks over, not seeing the advantage of Bubba J.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

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

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The Truth


The scene is dark, the only light is one about 50 feet away or so, it doesn't send nearly enough light to illuminate the area. A woman's voice comes from the darkness, its Cynthia.

Cynthia: "Ok Bubba J, I've got the license plate. Where is the....sigh.....belly?

Bubba J: "Not so fast sexy, lets talk a little bit before we get to the meat and potatoes of the meal. A little foreplay before we get to the sex, ya know."

Cynthia: "Don't make me throw up Bubba, lets just get this over with so I can find my husband."

Bubba J walks over, holding the belly by a still bloody strap.

Bubba J: "Come on now Cindy, do you mind if I call you Cindy?"

Cynthia: "I'd rather you call me nothing, ever. again."

Bubba J is right next to the truck, right in front of Cynthia.

Bubba J: "Here's the belly, you got the plate, lets just swap one for the other."

Cynthia holds the license plate close, but looks down at the belly. A tear escapes her eye lid when she blinks.

Cynthia: "Alright Bubba."

She reaches out and hands him the license plate, grabs the belly, but he holds on to the other strap.

Bubba J: "Aren't you forgetting something Cindy Lou?"

Gradually the light is brightening, but not enough to notice, its sneaking up in intensity.

Cynthia: "Do I really need to?"

Bubba J: "Of course you do, it is part of the deal."

Cynthia leans over and quickly kisses him on the cheek.

Bubba J: "Not gonna work, I want a good and deep kiss Cindy Lou."

Cynthia: "That isn't the deal."

Bubba J tugs on the strap.

Bubba J: "I hold your husband's sanity in my hand. I hold what he needs to correct his problem. I have what you need to get your family back together... and you are going to balk at giving me a deep kiss?"

Bubba J smiles, and you can actually see it because its gotten that bright; but its still dark as well, just bright enough to see him smile and distinguish who they are.

Cynthia: "Ok, I want him back."

She leans up as he leans over and gives her the raunchiest french kiss imagineable, he bends her over in the process and it is as though they are making out. Bubba J drops the strap and they pull apart.

Cynthia: "There you go, now leave me alone!"

Bubba J: "Yeah... enjoy..."

Cynthia runs off, holding the prosthetic belly close to her chest.

~~~Live Feed~~~

Shown in the arena, but more importantly in Mr. Americana's dressing room.

Mr. A walks out of the bathroom, seeming to be happier than in the past couple of weeks.

Mr. A: "I wonder where Cindy Lou ith at?"

He looks around, but doesn't see her.

Mr. A: "Well, I'll jutht watch thome TV til thee getth back."

He turns on the TV and sees the deep makeout style french kiss between Cindy Lou and Bubba J.

Mr. A: What the hell?

He staggers backwards and falls to the floor, unconscious.

Back to ringside...

Teddy Alexander vs Duff Côte d`Ivoire(c)

PWA Intercontinental Title Match


on Jon McDaniel: Main event time! let's go up to Eric Emerson for the introductions!

Teddy Alexander emerges from the back to "In the Air Tonight" by Nonpoint, wearing a neck brace around his neck. He puts one hand on the top of his head and one on his chin, then jolts it to the opposite direction of the hands on top of his head. He trades positions with the hands and jolts it the other way. He begins to make his way down the ramp slowly, smiling sadistically at the fans as he does. About half-way down he points to his own neck with both hands before bringing them together and mimicking snapping something between his hands. When he gets to the ring he rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet, climbing the ringpost and grabbing the brace from his neck raising it high into the air above his head then with his other hand running a cutthroat gesture across his throat.

The opening bars to Pantera's "Revolution Is My Name" blast from the house speakers. The crowd erupts as the lights go down, and a single spotlight shows down on the top of the ramp, where Duff Côte d'Ivoire emerges from behind the simple black curtain. He's wearing his signature Aviator sunglasses, a long black trench coat, and blue jeans. He marches down to the ring to the beat of the drums and doles out high-fives to screaming fans at ringside.

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT'S TIME FOR THE PWA RAMPAGE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!! THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL WITH NO TIME LIMIT AND IS FOR THE PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

INTRODUCING FIRST THE CHALLENGER.....HE STANDS SIX FEET 5 INCHES AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY SIX POUNDS...HE HAILS FROM THE FIGHTING CITY OF PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, USA...HE IS DA SPINAL BASH MONGER...HE IS TEDDY ALEXANDER!!!!

AND NOW...THE CHAMPION....HE STANDS SIX FEET SEVEN INCHES TALL...HE WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY FIVE POUNDS...HE HAILS FROM TORONTO ONTARIO, CANADA...HE IS A FORMER PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION...A FORMER PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION...AND HE IS THE REIGNING, DEFENDING PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION....COVENTRY, ENGLAND...THIS IS...DUFF...COTE...d'IVOIRE!!!!

YOU'RE REFEREE...DANIEL DAVIS!

Jon Jon McDaniel: Listen to this crowd here in Coventry, Brian. They're about to blow the roof of this place!

DING DING!

Both men charge to the center of the ring and begin pounding on each other. Alexander gets the early advantage and backs Duff into the ropes. Alexander hit a hard open hand slap to the chest of Duff, followed by another one. Teddy whips Duff into the ropes and catches him with a lariat. Alexander begins to stomp away on the Intercontinental Champ, then drops a knee across is forehead. Alexander mounts Duff and begins to pound him with fists and forearms.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Brutal ground and pound from Alexander.

Brian Rentfro: I think Duff may have met his equal in Teddy Alexander.

Duff pushes Alexander off and gets to his feet. Teddy brings a hard forearm smash down on the back of Duff's neck. Duff fires back with a hard punch to the solarplexis. Duff hits Alexander again, then hits a forearm to Teddy's jaw. This gives him the separation he needs to launch a big boot to the face of Alexander. Teddy staggers back into the ropes. Duff whips him against the ropes and hits a Thesz Press. Now Duff is in the mounted position and is raining punches down on the head of Da Spinal Bash Monger.

Duff pulls Teddy up, then throws him over the top rope to the floor. Duff rolls under the bottom rope to the floor to continue the assault, kicking Teddy in the ribs. Duff whips Alexander into the ring barricade. As Teddy staggers away from the barricade, Duff bulldozes through him with a clothesline.

Duff throws Teddy into the ring and follows in after him. He pulls Alexander up and hits a fall away slam. Teddy rolls out of the ring on the opposite side. As Duff goes to follow, Teddy grabs Duff by the ankles and pulls him out of the ring to the floor. Alexander rams Duff's head into the ring steps. Alexander picks Duff up and drops him with a snake eyes drop into the ring steps. The Intercontinental Champ's head hits the corner of the steel ring steps and is cut wide open. The cameraman gets right up on Duff to get a better shot of his injury. Duff raises his head, and the cut sprays blood right on the lens of the camera.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Oh my God! Duff's been seriously injured here! I think the ref needs to consider stopping this match. It's obvious those ring steps cut into a blood vessel. Duff has already lost a substantial amount of blood, and the flow hasn't slowed down a bit.

Teddy hits a forearm shot, then another, then another, then follows up with an uppercut forearm. The force of the shot sends Duff's head whipping backwards, his wound spraying a literal rainbow of blood into the air. duff collapses through the ropes and flls onto the ring apron. A pool of blood has formed under Duff's head, but the I-C champ fights to get to his feet. He falls through the ropes back into the ring. Referee Davis asks Duff if he wants to concede the match and the title. Duff answers by shoving Davis out of the ring and to the floor.

Alexander stands smiling as Duff tries, but fails to stay on his feet. Duff pulls himself up using the ropes. Duff leans against the ropes and spits a mouthful of blood at Alexander before telling him to bring it on. Teddy obliges and charges in with the Angerbash bicycle kick, but Duff simply let's go of the top rope and falls to the mat, allowing Teddy to crotch himself on the top rope.

Referee Davis is on the floor below Teddy. As Davis is regaining his senses, Duff nails Alexander with a lariat, causing him to crash down onto Davis. Duff slowly rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. As Teddy gets to his feet, Duff slams him with a chairshot. Teddy falls to the floor as does Duff. When Alexander gets up, he to is bleeding profusely, though still not as bad as Duff. Duff and Teddy begin trading punches and, amazingly, Duff gets the upper hand. He rolls Teddy into the ring, then grabs Davis by the collar and the belt and heaves him in the ring. Duff leans against the ring apron to catch his breath and try to clear the cobwebs.

Duff signals that it's all over, then walks over to Alexander and picks him up. As the blood pours from both men, Duff attempts to hit the Dragonfly Suplex, but collapses due to fatigue and blood loss. Alexander seizes the opportunity and goes to hit the Ragekill Driver, but Duff blocks it, and hits the Dragonfly Suplex.

Jon Jon McDaniel: RAGEKILL DRIVER! COVER!

1...

2...

3!!!!!

Eric Emerson: YOU'RE WINNER AND STILL PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...DUFF COTE d'IVOIRE!!!!!!!

Duff rolls off Teddy, and pays him on the chest, around the heart.

Jon Jon McDaniel: I think Duff knows how close he came to losing that title tonight.

Brian Rentfro: I wanna see these two fight again.

London's Burning


"HOLD ON!!!"

Upon the PWATron appears Eli Storm.

Storm: Teddy...after a match like that, I think that fans want a little more. And who am I to stop them. Show at London's Burning...it will be you and Duff for the PWA IC title...one more time...in a Ladder match!!!

Storm grins.

Storm: I guess we should put another title on the line... so Gunner...you and Cody Bogard are going to take on Billy Bob and Ian for the PWA World Tag Team Titles...And Bubba...your PWA World Title shot is at London's Burning. And then that leaves you O'Reilly...me and you have a date inside of a Cage...if I win...you leave the PWA and never show your face again. But if you win...I will allow you to choose the place and stip for your up coming world title shot.

Storm: LBM and Bud...the world already knows that you two will be facing at the PPV.

Storm: BUT...I know there is someone who is looking for some action at the PPV...who is going to have to sit out. Mr. Americana. If you can stay out of the world title match...I promise on the first following Rampage...i will give you not only a shot at Bubba J...but I'll let you choose any stip you want.

Storm: Oh yes...before I forgot...I wanted to do something big for London's Burning...Jacob Figgins...I have a friend that would love to face you at the PPV. Matter of fact...let's introduce him...

Storm: He is a former Multi time PWA Tag Team Champion...

Storm: He is a former Multi time PWA Grizzly Beer Champion...

Storm: He is a former Multi time RPW Aggression Champion...

Storm: Ladies and gentlemen...

Storm: He is...

All of a sudden the lights go out and you hear...

'I'll fuck yo ass up.
I'll fuck yo ass up. (Fuck 'em up son)
I'll fuck yo ass up. (Wu For Life)
I'll fuck yo ass up (Fuck em up!)
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I FUCK yo' ass up!'

The crowd explodes as Johnny Maverick springs from behind the curtain. He raises two defiant middle fingers as two blasts of red pyro burst behind him and he releases a savage roar.

'HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!
S.O.A.D., live and uncut!
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot!
BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style
Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!'

Johnny runs down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, standing quickly.

'Lasers and blazers
Hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid
Let's get together'

Johnny releases another roar before he heads over to a corner. He sits atop the top turnbuckle soaking in the cheers as the fans give him all the ego boost he needs.

Jon Jon McDaniel: Well here goes Storm with another major signing as he brings back a proven PWA vet in Johnny Maverick

Brian Rentfro: And this is why, unlike you, I listen and abide by every word our fearless leader says...because he does what is good for...

*****END BROADCAST*****