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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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11-18-2013


Spike TV and the PWA Presents...RAMPAGE

Live from the M.E.N. Arena - Manchester, England




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna Mathews: Beware the puppets.

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

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

Jon McDaniel: Welcome to golly ol' England and another action packed episode of Rampage. We are coming live from the M.E.N. Arena in Manchester with the only show where you won't have to worry about the Commission screwing winners out of their matches...

Brian Rentfro: Right, Dana!?!

Jon McDaniel: I am your announcer, Jon McDaniel and to my side is...

Brian Rentfro: Shhhhhh....

Jon McDaniel: What the hell are you doing, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: I'm watching the video footage from the cameras that I set up in the ladies room. Damnit, i love this Note 3

Jon McDaniel shakes his head as we cut to the first match.

Gunnar Kingsbury vs Billy Bob Hayes

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…WE ARE LIVE FROM THE M.E.N. ARENA IN BEAUTIFUL MANCHESTER, ENGLAND….AND THIS IS YOUR OPENING CONTEST FOR MONDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE!!!! THIS MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL OR A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT.

"She thinks my tractor's sexy" plays as Billy Bob runs down the ramp waving a mini-Confederate battle flag and slapping palms with fans. He enters the ring, hops on the nearest turnbuckle, and points up to the ceiling.
Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face she ain't a foolin' me

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy!

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: LADIEES 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.

MANCHESTER, ENGLAND…
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...
AND I WANT TO DO AN INFORMAL SURVEY….HOW MANY OF YOU ARE MANCHESTER UNITED FANS?
*A huge pop, mixed in with boos*
OK…OK…HOW MANY OF YOU ARE MANCHESTER CITY FANS?
*Another huge pop, mixed with boos*
AND THE WINNER IS…NO ONE!!! BECAUSE BOTH YOUR TEAMS SUCK!! THE UNITED COULDN’T EVEN KEEP DAVID BECKHAM!!! IN MIAMI, WE KNOW HOW TO KEEP OUR SUPERSTARS IN A REAL SPORT, LIKE BASKETBALL. AND JUST AS LEBRON JAMES IS THE KING OF BASKETBALL….
I AM THE KING OF WRESTLING....I AM GUNNAR KINGSBURY...
AND I.. AM.. BETTER.. THAN.. YOU!!!

All the fans are united as Hayes leads them in a chant of “YOU’RE A TOSSER!” directed at Kingsbury.

Eric Emerson: YOUR REFEREE…SCOTT SWINDELL!!!

Jon McDaniel: Well, Kingsbury wins over another crowd.

Brian Rentfro: I told you last week, son, that it’s jealousy, pure and simple.

Jon McDaniel: Would you please stop calling me son!

Brian Rentfro: Sure thing, junior.

DING DING!

Billy Bob and Gunnar lock up in the center of the ring. Hayes grabs a headlock, which Kingsbury seamlessly counters into a hammerlock. Gunnar grapevines one of Billy Bob’s legs, tripping him and causing him to land face first on the mat. Kingsbury hangs on to the hammerlock, and begins dropping knees into the arm of Hayes. After five knees to the arm, Gunnar paintbrushes the back of Billy Bob’s head before releasing the hammerlock.

Jon McDaniel: Total disrespect for Billy Bob Hayes from Gunnar Kingsbury.

Brian Rentfro: Why not?

Hayes gets back to his feet and they lock up again. This time Hayes traps Kingsbury in a top wristlock. Kingsbury reverses and applies an armwringer into a top wristlock of his own. Kingsbury puts the sole of his boot into the back of Hayes’s knee, pushing him to the mat. Kingsbury wrenches on the wristlock a few times, then paintbrushes the back of Billy Bob’s head again, ending with a hard slap to the back of the head. He releases the top wristlock, then backs away grinning.

Hayes gets to his feet, but he’s not grinning.

They lock up once again, but this time, Billy Bob bullies Gunnar into the corner. Swindell steps in, calling for a clean break from Hayes. Hayes gives Kingsbury a clean break, but also leaves an opening. Kingsbury slaps the taste out of Billy Bob’s mouth. Hayes takes a few steps back, holding his jaw. He then looks up at Kingsbury with fire in his eyes.

Jon McDaniel: I think he just made the big man angry.

Brian Rentfro: No worries, Junior.

Jon McDaniel: Stop calling me Junior!

Brian Rentfro: We named the dog Indiana!

Jon McDaniel: WHAT?!

Brian Rentfro: Just watch the match, son.

Hayes charges at Kingsbury. Kingsbury ducks out of the way, allowing Hayes to slam into the corner. Kingsbury spins Hayes around then begins peppering him with left jabs. After four jabs he winds up the right hand, and then pokes Hayes in the eyes.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell was that?

Brian Rentfro: A haymaker eyepoke. VINTAGE KINGSBURY!

Billy Bob screams in anger and charges after Kingsbury, who slides under the bottom rope to the floor. As soon as Hayes slides under the rope in pursuit, Kingsbury slides back into the ring. Kingsbury taunts Billy Bob, laughing and tapping his temple with his index finger. The goddesses are laughing too.

Hayes makes his move to slide under the ropes into the ring, so Kingsbury slides back out of the ring. Hayes goes back out of the ring, and catches Kingsbury with a stiff left uppercut. Gunnar hits the deck, holding his jaw. The Manchester fans begin to spur Billy Bob on as he grabs Kingsbury and throws him into the ring. Hayes begins pounding Kingsbury with lefts and rights. He whips Gunnar into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a mule kick.

Jon McDaniel: A MULE KICK! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE WE’VE SEEN THAT MOVE?

Brian Rentfro: Not long enough!

Hayes hits a running elbow, then goes for the pin.

1…

2…

Kickout by Kingsbury at 2.

Hayes whips Kingsbury into the corner, and follows him in with a huge corner splash. Kingsbury staggers out of the corner and is grabbed and whipped into the far corner by Hayes. As soon as Kingsbury hits the turnbuckles, Hayes is on top of him with another huge splash. He grabs Kingsbury by the arm, swings him around five or six times, then whips him into the corner again, following in with another splash. Kingsbury staggers out, throwing wild punches at no one in particular, then flops face first to the mat. Billy Bob goes for the cover…

1…

2…

3…NO, Kingsbury got his foot on the ropes just a millisecond before the ref’s hand hit the mat for the 3!!!

Hayes pulls Kingsbury up and begins to jab away at Gunnar. A hard right hand sends Gunnar to the mat. Kingsbury gets up, blood running out of his nose. The sight of his own blood sends Kingsbury into a rage. He charges Hayes, but Hayes sidesteps and hits the Redneckbreaker!

Jon McDaniel: REDNECKBREAKER FROM BILLY BOB! HE’S DOWN IN THE THREE POINT STANCE! HE’S GONNA GO FOR THE PLOW!


Billy Bob charges Kingsbury, going for the Plow. Kingsbury leapfrogs over Hayes. Hayes stops, and is dropped with the loungblower. Kingsbury pulls Hayes back by the hair and applies the Deathstar choke. Hayes fights for all he’s worth, but soon passes out. Swindell checks the arm once, twice, three times, and calls for the bell. The crowd boos the decision.

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HERE IS YOUR WINNER…GUNNAR KINGSBURY!!!

Kingsbury releases the grip on the neck of Hayes, but doesn’t release the body scissors he has on the unconscious Billy Bob. He begins to brings his forearm hard across the face of Hayes, bloodying his nose and mouth in the process.

Kingsbury: NOBODY MESSES WITH MY FACE! BLOODY MY NOSE , WILL YA?!

Swindell finally threatens Kingsbury with a DQ before Gunnar lets go. Kingsbury gets up and rolls out of the ring before Swindell can raise his arm in victory. He, instead, lets the goddesses raise his arms. The trio walk to the back as the fans rain boos down upon them.

Storm Warning


The scene opens up to Eli Storm in Canadian at his personal gym. His 5 O'Clock shadows shows the fans just how long he has been there training. He smiles as one of the gym hands lets him know that a PWA film crew is here.

Storm: I forgive you, Shawn.

Storm wipes the sweat off his face.

Storm: I forgive you because when you look at me, you see the nice office and expensive suits. You see the playboy models and nice cars. You see everything other then what you should. And do you know what that is...

Storm looks at the camera.

Storm: You don't see that I am one of the last students to be trained in the Dungeon. You don't see the countless wars and battles I've been in against Hall of famers and legends. You don't see the countless titles and awards I've earn. You don't see one of the most innovative wrestlers in this sport. He doesn't see the master of one of the most dangerous set of moves in the business. and you know what else you don't see. You don't see that I've been taking it easy on you. I've faced men like SNS and Matthew Stone. I've looked into the eyes of some of the most violent men in this sport. Do you honestly think I fear...you.

Storm laughs a bit.

Storm: You don't get it...I lured you into a trap that I've been planning ever since you tried to first cash in a promise made by the previous owners. Heh, so easily lead and fooled. Now you are in a very tight spot and if you would of done your research, you would of realized that.

Storm grabs a water bottle and takes a drink.

Storm: Kid, you are stepping into the ring with one of the great and for your sake, you better hope that under all that hot air lays the heart of a lion. Because stepping into the ring with me is like placing a kitten in a gator pit. And just like that...the outcome for our match is very predictable. But just in case the ending is still a mystery for you...

Storm pulls out a piece of pink paper from his pocket.

Storm: We here at the PWA and Incredible Inc would like to wish you the best luck in your future endeavors.

Storm winks at the camera and goes back to training as the scene fades.

Teddy Alexander vs Luscious Starr

Spike Fight of the Night


These two wrestlers couldn't wait to tear into each other. Starr wastes no time using his speed to keep the bigger man off his feet. IT was the dropkick that sent Teddy up and over the ropes, that gave Starr the advantage. Starr measures Teddy up and goes for a crossbody over the ropes, but Teddy wisely moves out of the way, causing Starr to crash and burn. Teddy grabs Starr by his head and lifts him up and tosses him crotch first into the ringpost. Teddy them grabs Starr and rolls him into the ring. Teddy quickly grabs his head so that it is under the bottom rope and hanging slightly off the ring apron. Teddy steps back and nails a running kneelift that send Starr, throat first, into the bottom rope. Starr is rolling around on the matt as Teddy takes his time to get back into the ring. Teddy lifts Starr back up and throws a few elbows into Starr's face. Teddy cranks back fro a another shot, but Starr is able to push him back and nail Teddy with a superkick into the inner thigh, which drops Teddy to one knee. Starr doesn't stop as he nails another superkick to the side of Teddy's head. Before Teddy can fall forward, Starr leaps up and drives his head into the mat with a DDT. Starr hops up and leaps into the air, driving his knee into the back of Teddy's head. Starr slaps the mat and starts to measure Teddy up...Teddy slowly gets to one knee and Starr is waiting for him to turn around. As soon as Teddy turns around, Starr whips him to the ropes, but at the last minute, Teddy reverses it into a kick to the midsection. PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!!! Teddy goes for the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

WINNER Teddy Alexander

Jethro's Big Announcement


Cutting backstage, we find Bud Adams and Lean Bean Miller nose to nose outside of Jethro's room, they are in a very heated discussion about something.

Bud: "I will give the interview!"

LBM: "Fine, I'll take the interview!"

Bud: "I mean I'll interview him!"

LBM: "I'm the one that got the text about his big announcement!"

Bud: "From my damn phone!"

LBM: "Who asked for the source?!"

Bud: "Why you little prick!"

LBM: "Is that what your wife says to you?"

Bud is red faced and furious and shoves LBM against the wall.

Bud: "You son of a bitch!"

LBM comes back shoving Bud.

LBM: "No wonder your wife cheats on you, you've got a little prick!"

Bud: "I screwed your mom!"

LBM: "Not with that little thing you didn't!"

Bud shoves him again.

Bud: "Its my damn interview!"

LBM: "Way to change the topic, itty bitty!"

Bud shoves LBM again, he falls through the door and Bud is on top of him throwing rights and lefts. LBM is returning the favor with punches of his own, these two really going at it. Nicole looks down, dressed in a very skimpy bra and panty set, she was getting dressed for a big announcement from Jethro.

Jethro: "What in the hell?"

He walks out, dressed in his overalls and looks at Nicole, who calmly walks back into the bathroom and gets dressed.

Jethro: "What are you two doing?"

Jethro watches them slug it out, well as much as they can anyways.

Jethro: "If it was two real men, I'd say ya'll were fighting, but it seems that..."

He looks on.

Jethro: "Is this some sort of retard mating ritual?"

They continue swinging.

Jethro: "Bet Bud is the female, cause the rumor is that he has no dick."

Jethro looks on.

Jethro: "At least that is the rumor that its the reason that she cheated on him with Project X."

He continues watching the two of them roll around, both bleeding from a busted lip or a busted nose. Bud manages to knee LBM in the nuts and stand up, after a large(for him) punch to LBM's mouth.

Bud: "We... I mean I am here to do your interview."

Jethro raises an eyebrow, LBM gets up as well, holding at his sack.

LBM: "No... I'm... here... to... get... your... announcement."

Jethro laughs, Nicole walks in(now dressed appropriately).

Nicole: "Did they just?"

Jethro nods, while laughing and Nicole joins in.

Jethro: "Its nothing as major as you two seem to believe."

They look at him, waiting.

Bud: "You ahve to pick one of us, its only right!"

LBM: "I agree with itty bitty."

Jethro laughs again.

Jethro: "It is just that... I'll be the Special Guest Referee."

Bud interupts him.

Bud: "Waht"

LBM: "Match?"

Jethro looks at both of them.

Jethro: "In your match, of course."

They both turn pale, remembering that they are booked into a match at London's Burning.

Jacob Figgins & Bubba J & vs Johnny Maverick & Mr Americana

Tag Team Match


Jon McDaniel: Tag team action coming up next! To say there are some deep seated personal issues involved in this match would be a gross understatement, right, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: You can say that again. Bubba J has been playing mind games with Mr. Americana, I mean Sgt. Americana. He tricked him into thinking his main squeeze/wife was cheating on him, which sent him all emo. Now he thinks he’s one of the few and the proud. And then you got Jacob Figgins and Johnny Maverick. Mr. Styorm brought J-Mav in to fight Figgins, and the issue between these two goes beyond PWA boundaries. Not to mention the back and forth between Bubba and J-Mav. So, I think that this has all the makings of a very volatile match that could explode into pure mayhem.

Jon McDaniel: Very insightful, Brian. I’m proud of you.

Brian Rentfro: I know right? I really hope Cindy Lou, or Cynthia, or whatever her name is, comes out here and has a wardrobe malfunction.

Jon McDaniel: I retract my earlier statement. Let’s go up to Eric Emerson.

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL….
The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the PWA-tron stays dark.

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.

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, GEORGIA HE STANDS SIX FEET TWO INCHES AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO-HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS….THE RAGIN’ REDNECK!

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.

"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

Eric Emerson: AND MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING…BUBBA J’S PARTNER

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 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


Eric Emerson:HE IS THE REIGNING, DEFENDING PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION… HE IS THE GENUINE PULSE…HE IS… JACOB FIIIGINNNNS

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

The arena goes completely black. PWA-Tron flickers to life, showing a huge American flag.

Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American) by Toby Keith begins to play, but the arena is still blacked out, except for the flag on the tron.

Justice will be served
And the be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
You’ll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a BOOT in your ass
It's the American way


BOOOOOM goes the pyro at the entrance way and the arena lights come up as Mr. Americana comes charging through the smoke towards the ring.

Bubba J readies himself while Jacob Figgins just climbs up the turnbuckles and sits on the top rope.

Eric Emerson: AND COMING TO THE RING NOW…WEIGHING IN AT 304 LBS…FROM PARRIS ISLAND, SOUTH CAROLINA, USA…THIS IS SGT. AMERICANA!!!!

Emerson quickly jumps out of the ring. Sgt. Americana hits the ring and he and Bubba collide in the center. They begin rolling on the mat, punching each other as they try to get the advantage. The referee tries to regain some semblance of order, but is failing miserably. He looks to Figgins, who is still sitting on the turnbuckles. Figgins just shrugs and says ‘Let ‘em fight.’

As soon as the words leave his mouth, ‘Earth Rocker’ by Clutch begins to play. Figgins hops of the turnbuckles, rubbing his hands .

Johnny Maverick comes flying down the ramp to the ring. He slides under the bottom prope, and the pair begin brawling in the ring, while Bubba and Sgt. Americana have taken their fight to the floor.

Eric Emerson: AND SGT. AMERICANA'S PARTNER...
HE WEIGHS IN AT 200 POUNDS…HE HAILS FROM WASHINGTON, D.C....HE IS A MULTI-TIME VICTORY PRO, AoWF, REBEL PRO, AND PWA CHAMPION….. HE IS THE ROCK AND ROLL OUTLAW…JOHNNNNYYYYYY MAAAAAAAVERIIIIIICKKK!!!

Jon McDaniel: Well now that the introductions are out of the way, CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE RESTORE SOME ORDER HERE!
Brian Rentfro: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

Sgt. Americana and Bubba J are fighting in the crowd, trading punches, kicks, chair shots . Meanwhile, at ringside, Sir Figgles and J-Mav are trading vicious strikes with each other.

Brian Rentfro: Can we please go split screen? Bubba & Sarge have left the arena floor and they're fighting in the back.

Jon McDaniel: We're trying to get it set up, but let's stick with the action at ringside for the moment. Johnny Maverick and Jacob Figgins are absolutely wearing each other out!

Brian Rentfro: Daniel Davis, the poor schmuck assigned to officiate this train wreck , is doing the best he can, but with the animosity Sir Figgles and J-Mav are known to feel, there's no way one referee can maintain order.

Davis tries to separate Figgins and Maverick, but is thrown to the side. Maverick charges Figgins, but gets hip tossed into the barricade. Figgins begins stomping on the upside-down Maverick. Figgins pulls J-Mav up and rolls him into the ring. Figgins grabs a chair and rolls into the ring. Jacob raises the chair to bash Maverick, but Johnny kicks him in the kneecap. Figgins lowers the chair and clutches his knee. Maverick kicks Figgins in the back of the knee, sending Figgins to the mat. Maverick gets to his feet, and grabs the chair. Maverick proceeds to slam the chair into the shoulder of the Grizzly Beer Champion repeatedly. Figgins rolls around on the mat in pain.

Jon McDaniel: Maverick's definitely trying to soften Figgins up ahead of their title fight next week.
Brian Rentfro: Smart planning on the part of 'The Rock and Roll Outlaw.'
Jon McDaniel: Our crews have caught up to Bubba J and Sgt Americana, who are actually out back in the catering area.

The camera feed cuts to the backstage area where Bubba J and Sgt. Americana are fighting in catering.

Bubba smashes a pan of fish and chips upside Sarge's head. Bubba whips Americana into a vending machine, causing it to begin to spit out can after can. Bubba goes over to continue his attack, but Americana smashes a canned soda against Bubba's head. Bubba staggers back. Americana hits Bubba with a lariat that sends 'The Raging' Redneck' sprawling onto one of the catering tables. Sarge gets a running start, and crashes Bubba through the table with a running elbow smash. Sarge grabs a pan filled with bangers and mash and dumps it over Bubba's prostrate form. He reaches down and grabs one of the sausages. He smells it, the sticks in his mouth like a cigar, and walks away, leaving Bubba struggling to get up.

Back in the ring, Figgins has regained control of the battle with Maverick. Figgins appears to have Johnny weakened to the point that he goes for The Binds of Gliepnir. Just as Figgins jumps to execute the move, Johnny pops to his feet, and hits a jumping knee strike.

Jon McDaniel: THE TONY JAA!!!! Figgins is down and Figgins is out!
Brian Rentro: If he hits that at London's Burning, then we've got ourselves a new GB Champ!
Jon McDaniel: And here comes Sgt. Americana back to the ring.

Americans enters the ring, the sausage still clenched between his teeth. Americana shakes hand with Maverick.

Jon McDaniel: And here comes Bubba J!
Brian Rentfro: He don't look like he's done fighting! Or eating! He's covered with bangers and mash!

Americana begins to go out after Bubba, but Johnny stops him. When Bubba gets close to the ring, Maverick hits the ropes and hits an incredible suicide splash, that takes Bubba down. Maverick begins raining punches on Bubba's head.

Figgins is back on his feet, and catches Americana with a kick in the ribs. Figgins and Sarge begin slugging it out in the ring,while Bubba and J-Mav are fighting outside on the floor.

Jon McDaniel: This has broken down again!
Brian Rentfro: OH LOOK! HERE COME THE KEYSTONE COPS!
Jon McDaniel: NO, BRIAN! THAT'S THE MANCHESTER P.D. PWA OFFICALS HAVE CALLED IN FOR REENFORCEMENTS!!! BUT LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!

The crowd is chanting "LET THEM FIGHT!"

Jon McDaniel: WE'VE GOT TO GET THIS UNDER CONTROL! LET'S GO TO A COMMERCIAL!

Training


Bubba J stands in the gym area of the arena, yelling out at at someone, while Bubba J drinks a beer.

"Lift them arms you pathetic weakling!"

The camera pans to see LBM lifting two 30 packs of beer in each hand(they have been taped one pack on top of the other).

"You'll never beat that shit Miller with those weak arms."

LBM looks up at him.

LBM: "I'm Miller."

Bubba J sips at his beer.

"Oh yeah?! I'll tell you who you ar... you're Lean Bean Miller?"

LBM nods.

"Never gave a shit for any of you reporters, except for Toshi Yang... man she had an ass and set of tits on her."

He lights a cigarette at the thought.

"Anyways... back to your workout!"

LBM: "Why are you helping me?"

Bubba J looks at him.

"Well, not that I give a shit really, but Mther Amethicana is gonna back that piece of shit Bud Adams, then I'm gonna back you for the sheer fact I don'th lith hith ath."

LBM: "You don't even know my name."

Bubba J blows smoke in his face.

"It don't matter son, you'll be whipping ith ath in no thime."

LBM: "Can you not smoke around me."

Bubba J blows more smoke into LBM's face.

"It'll make your lungs tough, hold in more oxygen, lift! Them! Damn! Cases!"

LBM hurriedly lifts them.

"Up! Down! Up! Down! Up! Down! Up! Down! "

He gets right in LBM's face, blowing more smoke.

"You gotta get it done sonny!"

He lifts more and faster.

"I got less than a week to train you and prepare for my own match, so get it done!"

LBM is sweating heavily, not to mention breathing heavily as well.

"Damn, I'm outta cigarettes!"

LBM(sighing): "Thank goodness."

Bubba J spins around.

"Cardio time! Run to the store and pick me up some menthols!"

LBM stumbles a bit.

"Pick up that pace son!"

LBM can't do it, he's barely moving.

"Time for cardio and weapons training... now where is my staple gun?"

He digs in his bag, pulling out the staple gun, he cachunks it and LBM takes off screaming. Bubba J turns to the camera.

"Mither Amethacana... you piece of shit."

A shake of the head.

"You think that just because you dress up in war material, a war outfit, that it can still cover that you are a piece of shit? Look at this for a moment... you take a turd full of corn, burrito beans, and stinking to fill up the room. What do you call it?"

He waits.

"A fucking turd, a piece of shit."

He waits.

"You put lipstick on it, you put a frilly dress on it, high heel shoes, and what do you call it?"

He waits.

"No, not Mither Amethicana's mama, its still a piece of shit. Under all of the dressing... its still a piece of shit."

He finishes his beer.

"So play your dress up games all you want, and I'll still kick your ass, cause that is what I do."

He looks at his watch.

"I told that jackass to hurry."

He walks to the door and opens it up, right outside is Lean Bean Miller passed out on the floor; Bubba J has the staple gun still.

(calling sweetly)"Miller?"

LBM: "Yes, don't wake me up just now."

Bubba J places the staple gun against LBM's chest.

Cachunk!

LBM screams in pain and is back on his feet.

"I said it was cardio time! Double weapons training tonight! Get! My! Damn! Cigarettes!"

This time LBM runs off camera, screaming and heading to get Bubba J's cigarettes. Bubba J stands there and looks back to the camera.

"LBM and Mither Amethicana are going to..."

He looks at the sound of running feet, LBM is back with a whole carton of Menthol cigarettes; Bubba J looks at his watch, then back to LBM.(keep in mind only about 1 minute has passed)

"What took you so damn long?"

LBM is out of breath, a red blotch is on his chest, from the staple.

LBM: "Store... down the road... was... closed."

Bubba J looks at the carton then back at LBM.

"I don't smoke this brand."

LBM slumps defeated.

"Cardio time is extended!"

He holds out the staple gun, LBM is off in a flash, having left the carton behind.

{fade}

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Warning The Storm


Jon McDaniel: After weeks of silence, we have a clip of Shawn O'Reilly, where he gives his thoughts and feelings on the upcoming Canadian Cage match with Eli Storm.

The morning sun rises on the old farm in Cloone, Co Leitrim, Ireland. The mist on the moore gives the impression of foreboding, almost as if a brutal battle is about to take place. Through the mist a figure is seen running towards the camera. As the figure exits the mist, it is revealed to be Shawn O'Reilly. He looks very different. His hair is quiet a bit longer, and he has grown a sizeable beard. O'Reilly comes to a stop, walking around, bringing his heart rate and breathing back into the normal range. He removes the earbuds from his ears, turns his IPOD off and sits on a stone.

O'Reilly: Long time no see, huh? Well, Eli thought it best to take me off TV until he announced my big match at London's Burning. I thought to myself, 'OK, cool. Now I can train and get in the best shape of my life to fight Anna Mathews for the PWA World Title.'

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised hen he announced that my match wouldn't be against Anna for the title. It would be another qualifier match. That's about the best way I know to put it. I win my match against Eli, and I get to name the time, place, and stip for my match with Anna. I lose...I'm gone.

And now, Bubba J gets the World Title match at London's Burning. Ya know, I'm ok with that. He has it comin'. He earned his match, too. Whoever wins that match, I'm more than happy to take them on.

But what gets stuck in my craw is that I wasted time training with Anna in mind. That's my own fault for thinking that Eli actually was going to follow through on his word. But, to be honest, I'm ok with that, too.

So, since Eli's given me some forced PTO, I decided to come out here, to my ancestral home, and train. Not for a wrestling match, but for a fight. A knock down, drag out fight for my life, literally.

I've been here for about a month now, and I feel like I am in the best shape of my career. And I plan on showing Eli that there's still some fight left in this old dog.

Eli, you've made a big mistake. You couldn't just give me my title match and let this thing between us go. No, you had to up the ante. And now it's gonna bite you on the ass. Because when we get in that cage, you're gonna be facing a Shawn O'Reilly like you have never seen before. I'm leaner, I'm hungrier, and I'm in a mindset like I've never been before.

And putting us in a cage, where you can't get out, and no one can get in....genius. Thanks. I appreciate it.

I'm going to the village church tonight. I'll say a prayer for your soul while I'm there. Because when we get in that cage, your ass is mine.

O'Reilly plugs his earbuds back in and runs back into the mist.

Jon McDaniel: Did you see O'Reilly? He looks to be in incredible shape, really the best shape of his career.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and after Mr. Storm ends his career, maybe he can go on that Duck Dynasty show.

Anna Matthews vs Duff Côte d`Ivoire

Submissions Match


In a match that featured the World Champion vs. the IC Champion, we saw Anna take caution against the bigger Duff. Duff, not wanting to fall into a trap set by Anna's speed, uses his size to make her work extra hard in the match. Duff forces Anna into the corner and starts to send elbows into her breadbasket, trying to force all the air out of her lungs. As soon as he feels he has done enough damage, he drives his forearm into Anna's throat. The ref starts the hard count and duff let's go. Duff smiles before using the forearm again on the reigning World Champion. He steps back and lets her stumble out of the corner into a Clothesline. A few stomps and knees later, Duff lifts Anna back up and places her against the ropes. Duff tells the crowd to shut up and to chop away at Anna's chest. Duff steps back one more time and begins to stomp the mat. He runs with a full head of steam and tries to big boot Anna over the top rope, but Anna just drops to the mat and Duff ends up straddling the ropes. Anna gets up and shakes the cobwebs out before looking at Duff and smiling. Duff is begging for Anna not to do anything stupid as Anna gets closer to the ropes. Anna starts to send rapid fire kicks to the ropes, causing them to ram themselves into Duff's lower region. As soon as she stops, Duff collapses off the ropes and rolls towards the center of the ring, holding his...wound vets. Anna looks out to the crowd.

Anna: For the people!!!

She pretends to take off a elbow pad and throws it into the crowd. She then bounces off the right then left ropes, before stopping right next to Duff. she looks lie she is going to drop an elbow...but in stead she drops....

Jon McDaniels: THE TESTICULAR CLAW!!!!

Duff is screaming in pain as his hands rapidly smacks against the mat. The ref wastes no time calling for the bell.

Winner: Anna Matthews