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Motorpoint Arena - Sheffield, England
11-25-2013


Spike TV and the PWA Presents...LONDON'S BURNING




"All across the town, all across the night
Everybody's driving with full headlights
Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Everybody's sitting 'round watching television!"

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.

“London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999"

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.

"I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights
What a great traffic system - it's so bright
I can't think of a better way to spend the night
Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights"

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.

"London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999"

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.

"Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat
This one leads to this block, this one leads to that
The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home
I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone"

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.

"London's burning with boredom now...
London's burning dial 99999"



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

Jon McDaniel: And we are coming live from the Motorpoint Arena in Sheffield with one of the biggest Pro-wrestling PPVs in the sport...LONDON'S BURNING!!! I am Jon McDaniel and to my side is...

Brian Rentfro: Brian Rentfro...

Jon McDaniel: Whoa...no intro or outlandish thing to say...

Brian Rentfro: Not in the mood tonight...I have bad news.

Jon McDaniel: Whats wrong!?!

Brian Rentfro: It's your mother...she...she regained her gag reflex

Jon McDaniel turns red with anger as we cut backstage..

Pre Game Warm Up


Bubba J sits in his lockerroom, LBM sitting there as well, extremely nervous. A clumpy brownish colored thing sits off to the left of Bubba J, nearer to LBM. The item has camoflague material on it.

LBM: Do we have to have that thing in here before my match?

Bubba J exhales some smoke.

"You bet, cause it is what it is."

LBM looks over at it.

LBM: Exactly, what is it?

"It is the new Sgt. Amethicana doll."

LBM looks at it.

LBM: Looks and smells like a piece of shit.

Bubba J nods.

"Exactly my point Miller, exactly my point."

LBM looks quite a bit curious.

LBM: "Why?"

"Because no matter how you dress a piece of shit up, it is still that... a piece of shit. That is what I'm trying to convince everyone of, but no one more than Amethicana himself. He can play dress up all day, week, month, year, or life time long. But the fact is that underneath it all, he is still a big pile of shit."

LBM looks a bit scared as he looks at his watch.

LBM: I'm nervous.

"Don't be, you've got that wind bag in the palm of your hand. He doesn't have a chance to come out of that cage a victor."

Bubba J looks at his watch.

"Especially with the training you've had and what he got from Amethicana... this one is in the bag."

He smiles.

"But watch out for the flames, they will burn. The cage will hurt. And don't forget, there is a piece of shit at ringside."

LBM gulps.

LBM: Does fire hurt bad?

"Damn right it does, burns the flesh, its how people cook meat, cooks veggies, takes fire to make something hot."

LBM reaches in Bubba J's cooler and pulls out a beer.

"There we go, get them pre-match jitters out of the way... Wait, did you get that outta my damn cooler?!"

{fade}

Lean Bean Miller vs Bud Adams

London's Burning Match


Sgt. Americana walks down to the ring with Bud Adams, there is no music, because they have no entrances. Bud looks extremely nervous as Sgt. Americana tries to give him some last minute advice. Once they reach the ring, Bubba J walks out with Lean Bean Miller and is yelling at him like a drill sargeant, as he glares down at Sgt. Americana. They reach the ring and Jethro orders them on opposite sides of the ring and ignites the cage.


Jethro stands outside of the caged ring, being sure to be back far enough from the cage when he signals it to begin. Hayes looks at both men in the steel as he lifts his hand, both Bud and LBM look on with apprehension and hatred at the other. Jethro raises and lowers his hand and flames shoot out of the cage, engulfing its entirety, but soon lower down enough to allow people to see the two inside the ring.

Jethro: "Get to fighting!"

Bud reaches out with a right hook, LBM ducks under and manages a weak right of his own.

Jon McDaniel: This has gotten way out of hand.

Brian Rentfro: Personally, I've got fiddy on Miller, that Bubba J is a tough guy.

Bubba J is standing outside of the cage as well, yelling encouragement just as Sgt. Americana yells encouragement at Bud Adams.

Jon McDaniel: These two had nothigng to do with the match, but have involved themselves in it.

Brian Rentfro: What was once just a slight aggravation has turned into bitter hatred between Bodie and Bubba J.

Bud and LBM lockup, LBM with a side headlock throws a thumb into Bud's eyes, but Bud manages to whip him into the ropes. LBM's back gets a bit toasty, but he rebounds with a leap over Bud, who catches an accidental knee to the face. Bud goes down, rolling over and bleeding from a busted nose; the sight of the blood weakens LBM who is shoved into the cage and held there. LBM cries out in pain and the smell of the singed hair and flesh causes Bud to begin wretching; Jethro shakes his head.

Jon McDaniel: Come on and stop this debacle now.

Brian Rentfro: Let them get their hatred out.

The fans have picked their favorite, but neither man is really fighting in the cage, they are now rolling around on the canvas throwing wild punches, that seem to barely connect.

Bubba J: "Go after his nuts! Bite his nose! Do something!

Sgt. Americana can be seen yelling encouragement to Bud Adams as he glares daggers at Bubba J across the ring, Jethro making sure they don't get anywhere near each other.

Jon McDaniel: These two may come to blows before this match is over.

Brian Rentfro: Isn't that what Stinky is here for?

LBM with a knee into Bud's groin halts him for a moment before Bud spits into LBM's eyes and knocks himself to show he's wearing a cup. LBM wipes at his face when Bud launches himself at LBM, taking him down with ashove, that is probably supposed to be some sort of single legged takedown.

Brian Rentfro: I saw this no armed wrestler that could do it better.

Jon McDaniel: Daniel Smitzhenfarger?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah

Bud is pounding away, well as much as he can anyways when LBM opens his mouth and bites Bud's nose, causing it to begin to bleed slightly. Bud howls in pain as he rolls off and holds at his nose. LBM comes up kicking at Bud's knees.

Brian Rentfro: As useless as a one legged man in an ass kicking contest.

Jon McDaniel: I... I have to agree.

Connecting Bud goes down, but the flames flare up, scorching his back and he rolls away from their licking heat. LBM with an elbow drop that hits mostly canvas and he is holding at his elbow. Bud is up throwing punches, LBM is back up and throwing punches.

Brian Rentfro: I've seen...

Jon McDaniel: Two decrepid elderly retards fight better?

Brian Rentfro: You've got a nack for really putting people down, with a little honing... you could be great.

Collar and elbow lockup, Bud twists around, LBM twists around; Bud shoves backwards and holds LBM against the flames, cooking his flesh. LBM is screaming out in pain as his clothes catch on fire and Bubba J curses as Sgt. Americana claps and cheers Bud on.

Brian Rentfro: Want some popcorn?

Jon McDaniel: Sure, where'd you get it?

Brian Rentfro: This kid fell asleep in the front row and well... so he wouldn't spill it ya know?

Jon McDaniel: Sweet!

Forgoing the holds and actual wrestling, LBM and Bud begin exchanging rights and lefts again, not really doing a whole lot of damage and Bud gets the better of LBM and throws him into the ropes. LBM grabs on and Bud charges in at him. LBM grabs his head and holds Bud's face against the cage wall, letting the flames lick his flesh as he drags his face from side to side on the steel. Bud shoves him back, grabbing LBM and doing the same to him as he repeatedly knees him in the ribs.

Jon McDaniel: That smell of singed hair and flesh...

Brian Rentfro: But its these two.

Jon McDaniel: True... True.

Brian Rentfro: And the popcorn is really awesome.

Somehow Bud performs a German suplex onto LBM! Bud rolls over, extremely happy with himself and LBM is rolling up, as it wasn't very effective, and nails Bud with a kick right in his balls! Bud goes down in pain and these two look like they've gone through a war. LBM points to Jethro, indicating for him to open the door that he wants out of this match right now!

Jon McDaniel: Don't these matches usually end in submission or a pin?

Brian Rentfro: How usual are these two?

Jon McDaniel: Point taken.

The door is swung open and LBM steps through, but Bud dives through as well; both men fall.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jethro walks over to Eric Emerson.

Jon McDaniel: Who won?

Brian Rentfro: Doesn't really matter, cause we are all losers for watching this.

Jon McDaniel: But the popcorn was good.

Brian Rentfro: True.

Eric Emerson: The match has been declared a draw and by order of Special Guest Referee Jethro Hayes will not be restarted.

The fans actually cheer this and give a standing ovation, Bud and LBM think it is for them and hold their hands up high, too weak to argue which of them won.

Gunnar Kingsbury & Cody Bogard vs Billy Bob and Emporer Ian(c)

PWA Tag Team Championship Match


Jon McDaniel: Tag Team Title Match Time! The recently crowned champions, Emperor Ian and Billy Bob Hayes defend for the first time against a definite odd couple in Cody Bogard and Gunnar Kingsbury. I don’t think this team is going to be able to put aside the obvious bad feelings they have for each other and work together. Judging from his comments over the past week, Kingsbury seems to be flatly refusing to cooperate with Bogard.

Brian Rentfro: Why should he? Bogard has all but said that he was going to be working against his own partner. The way he was kissing Ian and Billy Bob’s asses was just pathetic.

Jon McDaniel: Don’t confuse respect and sportsmanship with ass kissing. Bogard was merely stating that he harbors no ill will against his opponents.

Brian Rentfro: How could you make that out when Bogard’s head was so far up Ian’s

Jon McDaniel: Enough, enough, enough. Let’s go up to Eric Emerson for the introductions.

Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE PWA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS….

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 Sheffield 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 eyes Bogard with disgust as he walks to the opposite corner.

"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.

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!

He enters the ring, hops on the nearest turnbuckle, and points up to the ceiling.

The arena darkens as "Imperial March" by John Williams hits. A spotlight shines down on Ian and entourage as they walk to the ring. Funk Dogg holds the ropes open as Ian steps into the ring, then his ladies take off his robe as he poses for the crowd.

Eric Emerson: INTRODUCING FIRST THE CHALLENGERS….HE WEIGHS IN AT 210 POUNDS…HE HAILS FROM SAN MATEO, CALIFORNIA….HE IS THE CRISIS ACE…HE IS COOOOOODYYYYYY BOOOOOGAAARDD!
Eric Emerson: AND HIS PARTNER...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.

SHEFFIELD, 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 242 7/16 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……THINK I SEE HIM OUT THERE ON THE FRONT ROW. WELL, I’LL BE, IT IS HIM! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….IT’S MR. QUEEN ELIZABETH….PRINCE PHILLIP!

Kingsbury exits the ring and walks over towards Prince Phillip. Royal security gets between Phillip and Kingsbury. The Prince waves them off, a slight smile on his face.

I MUST SAY, PHIL, YOU MIND IF I CALL YOU PHIL? I DON’T CARE. I MUST SAY, PHIL FOR A MAN OF A HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO, YOU GET AROUND WELL. YOU DEFINITELY GET AROUND WELL FOR A MAN WHOSE WIFE CARRIES HIS TESTICLES AROUND WITH HER IN HER ROYAL PURSE.

The crowd absolutely shits on Kingsbury.

QUIETEN DOWN, PEOPLE, QUIETEN DOWN! YOU WANT TO GET UP, PHIL? HERE LET ME HELP YOU.

Kingsbury pulls the barricade away from Prince Phillip, climbs over it and helps Phillip to his feet.

THAT’S A GOOD IDEA TO GET UP, PHIL. YOU’VE GOT TO GET UP BEFORE YOU CAN BOW. SO BOW TO THE KING, PRINCE PHILLIP! BOW TO GUNNAR KINGSBURY, THE KING OF WRESTLING!
I SAID BOW DOWN!

Kingsbury shoves Prince Phillip, who falls back into his seat. Royal security and PWA officials rush onto the scene, as the fans rain garbage down on Kingsbury. Arena security runs out in force as several audience members try to cross the barricade to get at Kingsbury. Ian, Billy Bob, and Bogard rush Kingsbury who slides into the ring, narrowly avoiding the three on one beatdown.

Jon McDaniel: THIS IS PANDEMONIUM! WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING?

Brian Rentfro: SOMETHING TELLS ME HIS BANK ACCOUNT WILL BE A LITTLE SMALLER THAN IT WAS BEFORE THAT! THESE PEOPLE ARE ABOUT TO RIOT! I LOVE IT!

Arena security, the Raoyal security detail and PWA officials break calm everything down. Prince Phillip stands to his feet, and waves to the crowd. Bogard, Ian, and Billy Bob check on Phillip, who assures them that everything is ok. They then go to their respective places in the ring as the match begins.

DING DING!

Kingsbury and Ian start out for their respective teams. Ian, who prefers technical wrestling, eschews all that and takes the early advantage with punches to the face of Kingsbury. Ian drives a knee into the abdomen of Kingsbury. He backs Gunnar into his corner and tags in Billy Bob. Hayes and Ian whip Kingsbury into the ropes and catch him with a double clothesline. Billy Bob lays the work boots to Gunnar, then goes for a quick cover.

Kingsbury kicks out at two. Hayes twists Kingsbury's arm, then tags Ian. The Emperor climbs to the middle turnbuckle then leaps off to hit an elbow to the triceps of Kingsbury.

Ian hits Gunnar with a forearm smash to the back of the head. Another forearm sends Kingsbury to a knee. Ian hits the ropes and comes off with a kick that sends Kingsbury to his back. Ian with the cover, but Kingsbury powers out at two.

Jon McDaniel: The tag champs seem to be having their way with Kingsbury right now.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and Gunnar's partner isn't even cheering him on!

Ian goes for an elbow drop, but Gunnar rolls out of the way. He stands up near his corner. Bogard tags himself in and jumps in the ring. Kingsbury gets in Bogard's face, telling him that he can do it all by himself and doesn't need Bogard's help. He pushes Cody, who pushes him back. Kingsbury slaps Cody's face, which Cody repays with a standing kick to the side of the head that sends Kingsbury through the ropes to the floor.

Ian uses the opportunity to attack Bogard with a running knee strike to the back. Ian begins dropping knees to the back of Bogard's head. He pulls Bogard up and brings him over to the corner. He tags in Billy Bob. Billy Bob begins hitting forearm shot to the side of Cody's head. Hayes whips Cody into the opposite corner and crushes him with a corner splash. As Bogard staggers out of the corner, Hayes hits a lariat that turns him inside out.

Jon McDaniel: Huge lariat! Cover!

1...

2...

Kickout at 2 1/2 by Cody!

Hayes pulls Board up and pushes him into the corner. Billy Bob lays in a couple of forearm smashes to the chest of The Crisis Ace before tagging out to Ian. Ian kicks Cody in the stomach three times, then snap mares him into the middle of the ring. Ian hits the ropes and comes back with a jumping knee drop.

Kingsbury is trying to get to his feet on the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Cody's in big trouble here!

Brian Rentfro: He should've left Gunnar in there, instead of being selfish and tagging himself in.

Ian bodyslams Cody, then goes to the middle turnbuckle. He lumps off to attempt a splash, but Bogard moves. Bogard hops to his feet and hits the ropes, building up momentum. He hits a running legdrop on the Emperor. He's up again and hits another legdrop. Billy Bob gets in the ring and is nailed with a running knee strike. Cody fires himself up and hits the ropes, again building momentum. He jumps overIan as he heads to the opposite ropes. As he is about to hit the ropes, Kingsbury is trying to pull himself onto the apron by using the top rope.

Kingsbury pulls down on the top rope just as Bogard hits the ropes, causing Cody to flip over the top rope to the floor. Referee Swindell begins the ten count. Kingsbury looks concerned. Or is trying to look concerned. He hops down to the floor and checks on Bogard. He pulls Cody up, asking him if he's ok. Swindell's count is up to eight. Gunnar rolls Bogard into the ring to beat the count.

Brian Rentfro: Now see? That should prove to you that Gunnar cares about his partner. He saved Bogard from being counted out.

Jon McDaniel: You did see him pull the top rope down, which caused the near countout in the first place.

Brian Rentfro: Oh Pish Posh!

Ian drags Cody over to his corner and tags in Billy Bob. Billy Bob begins ramming his shoulder into Cody's midsection. Kingsbury begins leading the crowd in a 'CODY' chant. Some of the crowd chants, but there are a lot of fans who boo Gunnar .

Jon McDaniel: Does he really think these fans are gonna follow his lead after what he did to Prince Phillip?

Brian Rentfro: Oh come on! Phil's ok. He's sitting over there enjoying the match.

Hayes continues the assault on Cody with a powerslam. Cody barely kicks out of the pin attempt. Billy Bob pulls Cody up and whips him into the ropes. he catches him coming off the ropes with the redneckbreaker. All Cody can muster is to roll the shoulder up at 2 1/2. Billy Bob is up and over in the corner. Hayes gets down in the three point stance.

Jon McDaniel: Billy Bob's getting ready for The Plow!

Bogard makes it to his feet. Hayes goes to hit The Plow, but Cody ducks and hits a Pele kick. Kingsbury is jumping up and down and clapping, encouraging Cody to make the tag. Cody is crawling to towards the corner to make the tag, when Ian gets in the ring. He pulls Cody up and goes for a hard punch. Cody blocks and hits the Excalibur Slash. He staggers over to the corner to make the tag to Kingsbury.Just as Cody is about to make the tag to Gunnar, Kingsbury hops down off the apron, and walks to the back, Athena and Aphrodite in tow.

Jon McDaniel: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. GUNNA KINGSBURY JUST DESERTED HIS OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER!

Brian Rentfro: SERVES BOGARD RIGHT, FOR TAGGING HIMSELF IN WHEN GUNNAR HAD EVERYTHING IN CONTROL!

Bogard turns around and is Plowed by Billy Bob! Billy Bob goes for the cover but Cody's foot is under the bottom rope, causing the break. Ian is frustrated and yells for Billy Bob to tag him in. Hayes drags Cody over to the corner and tags in Ian. Ian gets in the ring, shoots an accusatory glare at Hayes, then goes over to Cody. He pulls Bogard up and hits a right hand , which Cody meets with an open hand slap to the face. Ian hits Bogard again with a fist, but again Cody with an open hand strike to the face, then another and another. Soon Cody is hitting the machine gun open hand strikes to Ian's face.

The crowd chant ORA! ORA! ORA!

Bogard finishes up with a shotei, that drops Ian. Cody looks to his empty corner, and begins to shake with rage. He begins to fire himself up. The crowd feels his energy, and the arena begins to rumble. Ian gets to his feet and is met with HERO TIME!

Jon McDaniel: HERO TIME! COVER!

1...

2...

Billy Bob tries to break up the pin, but is not quite quick enough

3!!!!

Eric Emerson: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS AND NEW PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....CODY BOGARD AND GUNNAR KINGSBURY!!!!

Bogard shoots Emerson an angry glance as Billy Bob comes over. Hayes and Bogard shake hands, then Billy Bob goes over to check on Ian. Swindell hands Bogard both belts, and Cody climbs to the middle rope, holding up both belts.

Suddenly, Kingsbury hits the ring, rips one of the belts out of Cody's hands and rolls out of the ring. He walks back to the back, holding up the title like he actually contributed to the win. He turns around to face Bogard, who is still in the ring. Bogard is shooting daggers at Kingsbury, who just smirks back at him, then turns and walks back through the curtain.

Jon McDaniel: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS GUNNAR KINGSBURY! HE WALKS OUT ON HIS PARTNER, LEAVING HIM TO FEND FOR HIMSELF. THEN AFTER CODY WINS THE MATCH SINGLEHANDEDLY, KINGSBURY COMES IN AND TAKES ONE OF THE TAG BELTS!

Brian Rentfro: HE IS HIS PARTNER. HIS NAME WAS ON THE CONTRACT, TOO. SO YOUR NEW TAG CHAMPS, GUNNAR KINGSBURY AND CODY BOGARD, BUT MAINLY GUNNAR KINGSBURY!

Luscious Starr vs Viktor Stone

Who's The Man 2010 Rematch


In a match between former tag team champions, Stone and Starr wasted no time trying to destroy each other. Starr starts to get the upper hand, forcing Stone into the ropes with some stiff looking European uppercuts. Starr is showing off his fresher ring legs as he out moves Stone, who still looks like he is working off the ring rust. Starr gets Stone against the ropes and nearly takes him off his feet with various strikes. The opening comes when a mistimed clothesline opens Starr up for a buzzsaw kick combo from Stone, getting him back into the match. From this point, Stone puts on a clinic, showcasing the MMA skills that made him a beast when he worked for the PWA. Stone works Starr over with kicks to the legs and thighs and a few elbow shots to keep Starr off his feet. Stone gets Starr in the corner and hoist him up for a amazing superplex that leave both men laying on the mat. Stone sits up and looks at Starr. Stone grabs Starr and starts to lift him up and flings him into the ropes. Starr comes off the ropes and ducks the spinning clothesline. Starr puts on the breaks and waits for Stone to spin around and goes for a superkick. Stone ducks the superkick and goes for the dropkick, but Starr pushes that out the way and goes for a dropkick of his own. But Stone blocks that and quick throws a roaring elbow. Starr ducks under the roaring elbow. BB Starr doesn’t waste any time as he leaps into the air and connects with the Hades' Flame.

WINNER: Luscious Starr

Teddy Alexander vs Duff Côte d`Ivoire(c)

PWA IC Championship Ladder Match


The ladder gleams at the end of the ramp as the lights slowly lower to a mere presence of their brightness. A lone spotlight illuminates as it shines down on the steel ladder.

Eric Emerson: The following match is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Championship and will be contested under Ladder Match rules. The winning contestant must climb to the top of the ladder and retrieve the Pioneer Wrestling Association belt from the steel ring suspended above the ring...

A voice over fills the arena.

"Are you ready?! I said Are! You! Ready?!"

The crowd is roaring.

"For the thousands in attendence and the millions watching around the world.... Let's! Get! Ready! to! Rummmblllllllllle!"

He 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: On his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada -- standing at 6'7" and weighing in at 285 lbs -- this is Duff Côte d'Ivoire!!

Duff rolls into the ring and, shielding his eyes from the blinding spotlight, searches the stands for his followers from the comfort of the middle turnbuckle. He nods along with the music before jumping down from the turnbuckle, cracking his knuckles, and waiting for the bell to ring.

Ding Ding Ding

Duff whips Teddy into the ropes, Teddy rebounds with a lifted knee into the gut doubling Duff over. Teddy with a knee lift rocks Duff back before whipping him off the ropes. Duff rebounds, leaps over Teddy and rebounds. Teddy with an arm drag takes Duff onto the canvas. Teddy drops a knee down, but Duff rolls out of the way and is back up to his feet quickly. Duff with a stinging chop sends Teddy back, a second and third chop backs Teddy in the corner. Duff with a forearm leans him over the top turnbuckle. Duff climbs up, mounting him for some hard fists, but Teddy wraps him up, slamming him onto his back. Teddy off the ropes with a leg drop, but Duff rolls out of the way again.

Jon McDaniel: Stiff blows so far in this contest.

Brian Rentfro: Duff has no chance, he's a pansy.

Jon McDaniel: He's Intercontinental Champion.

Brian Rentfro: He's a Intercontinental Pansy Champion then.

Teddy brings Duff up, slamming him in the face with a right fist, following it up with a second, and ending with an upperhook to the chin. Duff is rocked back into the ropes. Teddy whips him off the ropes, Duff rebounds, Teddy with a ring shaking spinebuster before rolling over to get the chair he brought into the ring. Teddy taps it on the canvas, just waiting as Duff slowly gets to his feet.

WHAM!

Duff dropkicks the chair right into Teddy's face! Teddy is busted open early in this contest from a cut over his right eyebrow. Duff presses his advantage with a swinging kick to his face before he picks up the chair. Duff swings for the fences, but Teddy ducks under and delivers a spear to Duff's midsection before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a running field goal kick from the fifty yard line to his face. Duff spins from the blow, causing spit to go flying from the force of the impact. Duff spins down onto one knee and Teddy has the now dented chair in his grasp, nailing the IC champ with a vicioius shot, a second, a third, and a fourth that finally busts him open. Teddy sets the chair up and lifts Duff up...

Jon McDaniel: Stalling Vertical Suplex onto the chair!

Brian Rentfro: Duff's just like the chair, broken in half!

Teddy slides out of the ring, but not before rolling Duff onto the opposite side of the ring, and goes for the ladder. Folding it up, Teddy slides it into the ring and crawls in afterwards, setting it up under the dangling belt.

Jon McDaniel: Teddy going for the belt early in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Told you Duff was a pansy.

Teddy is half way up the ladder when a thrown steel chair smacks him in the side of the skull, causing him to slip and dangle from a rung as he tries to hold on. Duff tosses several more steel chairs from the cart that he brought down to ringside and after a moment, only half of the fifty chairs on the buggy remain. Teddy is nearly to the top of the ladder now, making his way to the top.

Jon McDaniel: Duff leaps up and nails Teddy in the back with a chair shot!

The ladder sways and Duff closes the ladder, slamming it onto Teddy's fingers and causing them to get trapped between the two sides. Duff off the ropes and a dropkick sends Teddy falling, the steel ladder landing on top of him and sandwiching him between the ladder and group of chairs below him. Duff smirks, blood dripping from his nose as he goes towards Teddy, who is out from the ladder now. Duff lifts a chair up, bringing it down onto Teddy's head before setting it up as well. Duff lifts Teddy to his feet and a single arm DDT puts his head onto the chair's seat, but his head remains there. Duff climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaping off with a leg drop, nearly decapitating Teddy on the chair!

"Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"

The PWA crowd is going crazy as Duff sets the ladder up and begins his own methodical climb to the top. Duff reaches up for the belt and has his hand on the leather, unsnapping it from the ring, when Teddy's head comes up between his legs.

Brian Rentfro: Single man Doomsday Device!

Jon McDaniel: Onto a steel chair!

"Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!"

The crowd is going bezerk now for this match as Teddy slowly rolls onto his feet, holding at his neck and smirking as he mimics breaking Duff's neck. Teddy grabs a steel chair, strategically placing it in the turnbuckle and smirking as he slowly drags Duff up to his feet, nailing him with a vicious rib shot before whipping him into the other corner. Duff manages to stop himself and turns around, right into a swinging chair shot from Teddy, rocking him back and sending both blood and spit flying from his face. Duff slumps in the corner and Teddy is there with Vader-like shots to the ribs and face, puffing from the effort of the blows and mouthing off with each and every single blow.

Jon McDaniel: Teddy Alexander showing no mercy!

Brian Rentfro: He shouldn't, he's no pansy!
Teddy grabs Duff, who is barely conscious and lifts his knee up. Duff grabs the right leg, spinning Teddy around and slamming him back and neck first onto a group of chairs, halting Teddy's momentum for the moment. Duff catches his breath.

Brian Rentfro: See, a true competitor would press his advantage.

Jon McDaniel: He's catching his breath.

Brian Rentfro: Damn pansy.

Duff rolls over, slowly up to his feet and brings Teddy with him as he smirks. Duff with a right sends Teddy stumbling back into the corner. Duff mounts him with ten right hands to the face, Teddy out of it as he's just leaning in the corner. Duff drags him up the turnbuckle...

TOP ROPE SUPERPLEX!

Onto the chairs! Duff sets the ladder up now, and begins the climb once again, but just as he touches the belt, Teddy manages to kick the ladder and Duff garots himself on the top rope and flips to the outside! Teddy bounces off the ropes and dives onto Duff, who is somehow getting up to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: For those wondering, Duff bounced off the floor and up to his feet, his head is made of rubber.

Jon McDaniel: That is a lie.

Brian Rentfro: How'd he do it then?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know.

Duff is slammed back first into the railing hard and Teddy rolls off of him, both men breathing heavily and bleeding a bit more profusely now as they exert maximum energy in this contest. Teddy crawls over to the ring, pulling out a wrench used on the ring and hefting it in his grip. Duff gets slowly up to his feet and Teddy swings, connecting solidly with Duff's ribs and a bit of blood comes from Duff's mouth as he connects. Duff slumps against the railing, Teddy with a clothesline sends them both over the railing and into the crowd, where the first three rows scatter to protect themselves. Teddy pulls Duff's head up, pounding away with right fist after right fist before standing back up. Teddy looks down at his handywork, Duff kicks him right between the legs and Teddy folds up like an accordion, holding himself out of reflex.

Brian Rentfro: Low blow from the IC Champ!

Jon McDaniel: Its all legal in this match Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Damn cheater!

Duff crawls towards the railing, slowly pulling himself up, a pocketbook in his hand.

Brian Rentfro: See, he's got a pocket book and everything!

Teddy rolls over, his back to Duff and slowly turns. Duff nails him in the face and blood sprays from a now open gash on Teddy's cheek, he goes stumbling back. Duff drops the purse, and heads after Teddy. A whip sends Teddy front first into the railing and he flips over to land on his back. Duff grabs a chair, climbs onto the railing and uses it to propel himself onto Teddy with a steel chair assisted double knee drop, the air whooshes out of Teddy. Duff stumbles up to his feet and towards the ring, but not before sliding a couple of tables out from under the ring and into the squared circle. Duff seems to be running on instinct now and barely moving, but determined nevertheless. He sets up the tables then the ladder before biginning his slow climb to the top. Teddy is up though and throws the wrench at Duff, solidly hitting him in the back of the head, but Duff is still on the ladder, barely as he's folded over the top of it.

Jon McDaniel: That could have hit a fan!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, they woulda got compensation from Ebay.

Teddy crawls in the ring, setting a few chairs onto the table, then crawling up after Duff, a chair in his hand.

Brian Rentfro: He's gonna murderize him!

Jon McDaniel: Duff is out cold and bleeding heavily from that thrown wrench! He's defenseless!

Teddy smirks as he places Duff's head into the steel chair and lifts Duff up! Top of the ladder!

"He got F*bleep*Ked up!(clap, clap, clap clap clap) He got F*bleep*Ked up!(clap, clap, clap clap clap) He got F*bleep*Ked up!(clap, clap, clap clap clap) He got F*bleep*Ked up!(clap, clap, clap clap clap)"

Brian Rentfro: That... he did!

Duff isn't moving in the wreckage of the tables and chairs, but neither is Teddy, having landed on a bunch of the chairs and going through the table as well. The referee on the outside slides into the ring to check on both men, but neither are moving in the wreckage and both are completely covered in blood, as is a lot of the canvas. The referee looks to the back and orders the EMTs out there for these two men, they come running out with the stretchers, not taking their time either, they are coming out at a full sprint. A ring tech removes the ropes on that side and the EMTs slide the broken bodies of Duff and Teddy onto separate stretchers before placing them onto the gurneys and heading to the back.

Jon McDaniel: I hope that they are going to be ok, that was nasty.

Brian Rentfro: I hope Teddy is going to be alright, he's not a flipping pansy.

The stretchers are hurriedly rolled up the ramp and through the curtain, the crowd on their feet and giving a standing ovation.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the PWA Intercontinental Championship match has been declared a dra...

Teddy throws Duff back through the curtain, Duff rolling down the ramp and using the momentum to roll up to his feet. Duff meets Teddy's charge with a hip toss off the side of the ramp and down to the floor below!

Jon McDaniel: Holy shit!

Brian Rentfro: Can't that idiot see that Teddy is hurt?

Duff leaps off the stage onto Teddy's still form below, landing with a body splash that sends air out of both men in a rush and causes them to lay there still as death, or so it seems. Duff slowly rolls off and begins a slow and extremely long crawl to the ring and the ladder, which is laying on its side over the table debris in the near center of the ring. "Duff" chants break out in the arena and it appears as though Duff is crawling a bit faster, but not truly fast enough as Teddy stirs as well, both men still pumping blood and covered in the life sustaining fluid. Teddy crawls over to a barricade and pulls himself up, wobbling slightly as Duff reaches the ring steps and takes a deep breath before crawling up their incline. Teddy stumbles towards the ring, using both the barricade and ramp to keep his vertical base as he sways from one side to the other.

Jon McDaniel: The sheer determination of these men is a testament to the fortitude that the PWA's product is the absolute best in the business!

Brian Rentfro: And to me being the best announcer.

Duff is in the ring, but has seemingly run out of energy as he's at the base of the fallen ladder and Teddy reaches the bottom of the ramp and falls face first on the floor.

Jon McDaniel: I don't know how much more these men have left, they've given it all they have!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah and amazingly Duff is still in it... must be on steroids or something.

Teddy crawls up the steps, Duff manages to set up the ladder as Teddy lays prone on the ring apron. Duff heaves a deep sigh, blowing blood out of his mouth and nose as he climbs up. Teddy rolls into the ring and over to the ladder, and up the other side. Teddy begins his climb, only a rung below the slow moving Duff.

Jon McDaniel: Amazingly they are still going and even able to climb!

Teddy catches up to Duff, throwing a weak right hand. Duff absorbs the blow, throwing one of his own. Duff sends a second one, Teddy replies with a second of his own. They are leaning heavily on the ladder, throwing the weakest punches ever in the PWA, but they have nothing left to give!

Duff slips! Duff is falling! But he has a hold on Teddy's head!

Jon McDaniel: They go falling again! On top of a dozen set up steel chairs!

Both men are convulsing on the wreckage, blood is pouring in a stream out of their mouths and they are red with the stuff. Teddy crawls over Duff, the IC champ manages a seriously weak headlock, that he manages to turn into a front choke hold. It doesn't take long before Duff makes Teddy pass out here, but he can't roll him off.

"P! W! A! P! W! A! P! W! A! P! W! A!"

The crowd is still in this one, even if the competitors are out of it with fatigue and blood loss. The referee is in there checking on both men, but somehow they shove up to their feet, having some stores of energy as yet unused. Duff with a right! Teddy with a left! The fists are flying and even though its not as fierce as the beginning of the match, the blows are heard loud and clear as well as the grunts from both men!

Brian Rentfro: Here they go again!

A rib shot to Duff's possibly broken ribs, halts his offense and a second doubles him over in pain. Teddy with a knee strike has Duff at his mercy and spitting more blood than before. Teddy drags him up the turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Turnbuckle Rage Kill Driver!

Duff is out and Teddy spits blood on his downed opponent before setting up the ladder and climbing to the top as he continually stares at Duff.

Brian Jon McDaniel: He's going for the belt! Way to go Champ!

Teddy looks down at Duff and leaps up!

Jon McDaniel: Moonsault! Teddy paied no attention to the belt!

Brian Rentfro: He's gonna humiliate Duff first, gotta be the reason.

Duff is out, but the move cost Teddy too as he was bent on revenge instead of the belt, which was in his grasp, just above his head.

Jon McDaniel: That may turn out to be a stupid stupid stupid move.

Brian Rentfro: I'm gonna tell him you said that.

Teddy crawls towards the ladder, looking up at the belt now, his eyes filling with Championship gold. Teddy is half-way up, he looks down at the prone Duff, he continues the climb. Teddy is three-quarters of the way up and reaches up when the crowd roars! Duff kips up to his feet and shoots up the ladder, somehow he got another brief burst of energy!

Jon McDaniel: Duff is back up!

Brian Rentfro: A steroid and crack cocktail.

Teddy throws a right fist, Duff ducks under.

Jon McDaniel: Master of Puppets!

Both land heavily, hard, and once again aren't moving at all. After several moments, filled with the "Holy Shit!, P! W! A!, and "He Got F*bleep*ked up!" chants, they first begin to twitch.

Jon McDaniel: Are they moving or is just nervous twitching?

Brian Rentfro: Teddy is moving, but Duff is just having drug withdrawals.

Up to their knees, they throw rights at the other. Lefts at the other, rights, lefts, rights, lefts. They stand up as they throw punches and hit the ropes. Both lean heavily on the ropes as they are covered in sweat, blood, spit, and debris from the tables used.

Bicycle Kick!

Jon McDaniel: Bi...

Brian Rentfro: Bicycle Kick!

Teddy rolls out of the ring, having nailed Duff in the face with the bicycle kick and rolls back into the ring, a devilish smirk on his face. Teddy places the neck brace around Duff's neck before lifting him up.

Brian Rentfro: Avalanche Fall Away Package Powerbomb!

Teddy pulls himself back up, the move having landed Duff squarely on three steel chairs and he is unmoving. Teddy climbs to the ladder and pulls himself slowly up its tall surface. Reaching up, he unsnaps the final two snaps and pulls the IC belt down.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

"In the Air Tonight" hits up in the arena as Teddy is back on the canvas, holding the belt high.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and... NEEEEEEEEEEW PWA Intercontinental Champion... Teddy Alexander!

Duff is back on is feet as well, though barely. Then again Teddy is barely standing as well. Duff nods and reaches his hand out for a shake, Teddy looks down at the offered hand, at his newly won belt, and back to Duff. Teddy shoves the belt in Duff's face before holding it back up.

A Spectre Of Days Gone By


The camera flickers on, and we find ourselves face to face with a man who hasn’t been seen on PWA television in a very long time. He’s much more grizzled than he looked even then, which is saying something. He’s let his beard grow unkempt; his hair is now shoulder length. He appears more gaunt than we can remember, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is the look in his eyes.

LBM: I’d like to welcome all of the PWA universe tonight with me here at Rikers Island here in New York where this man has been all year. We should first of all thank the folks here at Rikers Island for finally allowing us an interview with you, but also thank you as well. It was your good behavior that’s gotten you to this point.

The man nods silently.

LBM: It’s nice to see you again, Benjamin.

Benjamin Dyce: Oh I wouldn’t say that yet.

Lean Bean Miller clears his throat and adjusts himself in his seat as he stares across the table at the Scottish Machine.

LBM: You’ve languished here at Rikers Island since January, but we’ve heard your parole hearing went well last month.

Benjamin Dyce: Aye Lean, I’ll be out of here soon.

LBM: I think the question on everyone’s mind is, will you come back to the PWA?

Benjamin Dyce: Hah, please. I doubt anyone remembers I’ve been gone.

LBM: Certainly people have. After all, you’re the only man to defeat Matthew Engel during his record setting World title reign. You defeated the unstoppable Elena Simonova when no one thought she could be beaten.

Benjamin Dyce: Names that have turned to ash in our mouths, and days that have long since passed. I’m sure the landscape of the PWA is very much different in the year I’ve been gone. I’m not pretentious enough to believe I left a lasting memory on anyone other than those I trampled underfoot, and all of them are gone aren’t they?

LBM: Well still they were big names. The Phoenix, Jethro Hayes and-

Benjamin Dyce: Enough. Piss on them. I know where I stand, I don’t need bloody *BEEP* history lessons. I’ve had a year to think about all I’ve done.

LBM: You still haven’t answered my question. Will you come back once you’re free?

Benjamin Dyce glances past LBM at the cameras and shakes his head.

Benjamin Dyce: Who says you people will take me back?

LBM: Well I mean Simon still sits in the best position of power to force you back.

Benjamin Dyce: Aye he bloody does, doesn’t he? But he visits me every few weeks, and I already know he’s abandoned you *BEEP*s for his war in UX.

LBM: So… You’re going there like so many others?

Benji scoffs at the suggestion.

Benjamin Dyce: Do I look like I want to contract hepatitis c from my water lad? No.

LBM: Then why do you refuse to directly answer my question? Do you fear having to start from the bottom all over again?

Benjamin Dyce leans forward and clasps his hands on the table.

Benjamin Dyce: Because you’re asking me a right dumb question, aren’t ya?

LBM: And why is that?

Benjamin Dyce leans back and reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt, and pulls out a golden ticket. The Golden Ticket.

Benjamin Dyce: I still have this.

LBM nervously looks down at the golden ticket then back up at Benjamin Dyce.

LBM: So you are coming back?

Dyce offers LBM a smile.

Benjamin Dyce: Maybe. Maybe not. If I feel you’re all worthy of my presence by the time I’m released, perhaps.

LBM: Don’t you think it’d be foolish to cash that in right away after over a year outside of a ring?

Benjamin Dyce: I’ll see you very soon boy.

Benjamin stands up, and towers over LBM as he tucks the Golden Ticket back into his pocket. He turns towards the door and gives it a knock. Two prison guards walk in and Benjamin turns around and smiles as he offers LBM a salute in the fascist Order of Chaos fashion. Dyce turns back to face the guards and is cuffed, and it’s then that LBM notices that Benjamin Dyce left something he’d hidden with the Golden Ticket. Lean Bean Miller gulps as he picks it up.

It is a very small black flag, with the red skull of The Order of Chaos. Beneath the OoC, the words “We Are Never Over” are written.

Shawn O'Reilly vs Eli Storm

Canadian Cage Match


As we pick up the action, Shawn O’Reilly isn’t wasting any time as he is laying into Storm with everything he has in the corner of the ring. Shawn picks Storm up and looks like he is going to fling him into the corner, but puts on the breaks and reverses Storm face first into the cage wall. Storm bounces off right intot he waiting hands of the pitbull, who lifts Storm up and over with a brutal looking deadlift german suplex. Storm nearly folds on impact as he rolls around the mat in pain. Shawn waits for to get up…Superkick to the head leaves Storm stumbling a bit. O’Reilly follows that with a superkick to the kicks bring Storm down. But Shawn follows that up with a vicious looking shining wizard that drives Eli face first into the mat. O’Reilly wraps Storm in a front facelock and starts to fire knees into the forehead of Storm.

Jon McDaniel: Shawn has been like a bull in a china shop ever since that cage door was Locked. It seems like Storm hasn’t been able to get a decent chain of offense going.

Brian Rentfro: Ok…before you blow your load, I want you to realize that Storm has a lot on his mind. I mean this big match…and the PPV, plus the fact that the heads of Spike TV are in attendence.

O’Reilly keeps ahold of the facelock and brings Storm to his feet. You can see the blood flow from Storm’s forehead from the knee shots. O’Reilly lifts Storm up and holds him in the air for what looks like a stalling suplex, but instead runs towards the cage wall and launches Storm into it. If being tosses into the cage wasn’t enough, crashing head and neck first into the mat will do the damn job. Shawn smiles feeling that he has the match well in hand and looks at what his hanging on the cage wall. Shawn looks over and grabs the framed Rob Robinson picture and points towards Storm. O’Reilly winds up and rushes Storm, looking to break the picture over his head. As soon as Shawn gets close enough, Storm quickly hops up and explode with a on point jumping Clarf kick that smashes the picture into Shawn’s face. Deacon Frost has run down to the ring and is yelling at the ring hand to get him the keys to the cage door. Before Frost can open the door, Storm screams… “NO!!!” but Frost backs away as Storm pulls himself up in the corner. He wipes the blood out of his face and tries to get some air in him as Shawn is pulling himself up against the cage. Storm waits until Shawn is leaning against the cage wall and rushes in and nearly takes O’Reilly’s face off with a Yakuza kick that includes foot to face and back of head to cage wall. Storm quickly grabs O’Reilly and pushes him into the corner and starts to fire kick after kick into O’Reilly’s ribcage…but before Shawn can stumble out of the corner, Storm puts him back into the corner with a spinning clothesline. Storm links the arms and plants Shawn face first into the mat with a Reverse STO. Storm sits up on the mat and looks back at Shawn.

Jon McDaniel: That was an insane chain of moves right there. But the question is…with all that blood lost Storm is having…how much more can he do.

Brian Rentfro: You are doubting all the battles Storm has had being in worse shape. Believe in the Storm and he will guide you, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: That’s right Brian, you keep drinking the spiked kool aid.

Storm lifts up O’Reilly and leads him over to the the corner and hops up on the turnbuckle. Storm looks to be going for a reverse hurricanrana, but O’Reilly hits the ropes causing Storm to fall backs into O’Reilly, who just catches Storm and plants him with another German suplex. The crowd explodes at watching Storm take a move that could of crippled him. Frost is on the outside of the ring going nuts as he is trying to keep himself from disobeying Storm’s order. Storm is on all fours, blood dripping from his head and O’Reilly punt kicks him in the face, causing Storm’s head to snap back. Shawn starts to stalk Storm as Eli rolls himself over to the corner. Shawn stomps his feet against the mat and runs towards Storm in the corner. Storm tries to get his hands up, but still takes a good amount of punishment as Shawn jumps in the air and drives both knees into Storm . Storm slumps down in the corner and O’Reilly is feeling back into control.

Jon McDaniel: DAMN!!!! Storm looks like he is on dream street.

Brian Rentfro: You do realize that that is the man that signs your paychecks out there.

Jon McDaniel: He knew what he was getting into.

Frost is on the outside yelling at Storm to get up as the company owner still seems to be out of it. O’Reilly drags Storm out of the corner and hooks him up for a suplex. Shawn quickly sidesteps and tosses Storm right into the cage wall. The impact only services to make the leaking of blood even worse than it already is. Shawn starts to put the boots into Storm and Eli is looking like his lights maybe out on this one.

Brian Rentfro: Ref throw the towel!!!! Save our fearless leader!!!! I NEED MY CHECK THIS WEEK!!!!

Shawn leans Storm on the ropes and starts to fire chops and elbows at him. Storm is trying to cover up the best that he can, but is eating a lot of hard strikes. Shawn steps bak and is measuring Storm up ala Kevin Nash. Shawn goes for a Yakuza kick, but Storm drops down and nails a low blow. Storm out of desperation gets behind Shawn and wraps his arms around his waist.

Mark Perletta: Eli has him locked in for the Rolling Chaos Suplex….RIGHT INTO THE CAGE WALL!!!

Brian Rentfro: DO IT FOR THE LITTLE HOOKERS ON POINT ROW, BOSS!!!!

One…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the winner of the match… "THE INCREDIBLE ONE" ELI STORM!!

Jon McDaniel: Frost is telling the ref to open the cage door as Eli just drops against the mat.

Brian Rentfro: After all that blood lost, but still able to pull off the win. This lets you know just what type of man is leading us!!!

Jacob Figgins(c) & vs Johnny Maverick

PWA Grizzly Beer Championship Match *Champion's Stip*


*DING DING DING!*

All eyes fall to the ring for one of the most anticipated matches of the night. Eric Emerson holds the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed by PWA officials that PWA Grizzly Beer champion Jacob Figgins has decided that the following match for the PWA Grizzly Beer title will be a Hardcore Submission match! The only way to win is to make your opponent submit, or render him unconscious.

"Earth Rocker" by Clutch hits the PA and Johnny Maverick barrels out of from behind the curtain. The crowd cheers wildly as he poses for photos and slaps hands with his admirers on his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from Washington, D.C.; he weighs in tonight at 200 lbs, and stands at 6'2"... the Rock 'n' Roll Outlaw, JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

Johnny finally makes it to the ring and stands on the middle rope, posing for more fan photos. The camera flashes are blinding as he loosens up for what is to come. "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: 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

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 "The Genuine Pulse" JACOB FIIIGINNNNS

Hopping off he lands in the center of the ring, boucing on his feet while awaiting the bell. The referee for the match is Scott Swindell. Referee Swindell calls for the bell, and we're off. Johnny Maverick is quick to rush across the ring and tackle Figgins to the mat. Figgins blocks while Maverick begins to rain punches down on him. Despite the match having very few rules, Referee Swindell attempts to pull the challenger, Maverick, off of the champion. Maverick yells at him to back off, and Figgins seizes the opportunity with a thumb to the challenger's eye. Maverick curses and stumbles off of his opponent. Figgins takes advantage of his foe's stunned state and lands a pretty sweet roundhouse kick to Maverick's ribs. Maverick is doubled over, and Figgins sends both men flying with a majestic swinging neckbreaker.

Jon McDaniel: A pretty evenly-matched bout so far between these two, it's great to see Johnny Maverick back in the PWA. Somehow, I doubt he's feeling the love right now, though, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Are you joking, McDaniel? Maverick might be my kind of guy, but he's got zero chance against Figgins. J-Mav is still shaking off some of the ring rust since he last graced our presence, and Jacob Figgins has been on a roll ever since he won the title!

Figgins sits up after the high-impact neckbreaker and locks Maverick in a sleeper hold. Maverick refuses to give in so early, though, and is quick to throw a punch to the side of Figgins' head, sending him down to the mat. Maverick is quick to go back on the offensive and drives some heavy knee strikes into the champion's ribs while he's grounded. After the rapid onslaught, Maverick jumps into the air and brings both knees down on the champion's back, pushing all of the air out of his lungs, and rolls him back in a Bow and Arrow Lock.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny Maverick actually learned this move when he was travelling in Japan, and he learned it from one of the best female Japanese wrestlers in the world.

Brian Rentfro: I don't know if I would call Maya Kalis one of the best Japanese female wrestlers in the world, but I'm sure that when she taught him that move, there was a lot more boob involved.

Jon McDaniel: I wasn't talking about-- never mind.

While McDaniel is delivering his anecdote, the referee is checking on Jacob Figgins, asking if he wants to submit. Figgins says no, and instead bites Johnny Maverick's fingers, making the challenger yowl in agony and release the hold. Figgins does the wise thing and rolls out of the ring. Maverick is quick to follow behind.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob Figgins is on the run here, he's actually climbing under the ring, and the Rock 'n' Roll Outlaw is hot on his tail!

Brian Rentfro: Uh-oh, he's dragging Figgins out from under the ring. I don't like where this is going, McDa-

CRASH!!

Brian Rentfro: OH, MY GOD! He just smashed a fluorescent light tube over Johnny Maverick's head!

The Rock 'n' Roll Outlaw is covered in the remnants of the fluorescent glass and flecks of red begin to appear on his face. They quickly materialize into runny dots and his face is slowly enveloped by a crimson mask. Figgins drops what's left of the tube and begins stomping on his downed adversary. He picks Maverick up to his feet and heaves him into the ring, rolling in after him. Referee Swindell follows. At this point, Johnny Maverick has shoved his hand down his pants, unbeknownst to anyone but the humble writer of this match. As Figgins makes his approach, Maverick swings around and levels the champion with a set of brass knuckles. Figgins crumples to the mat and blood begins to pour out of his nostrils.

Jon McDaniel: Jee-zus! Maverick just broke Figgins' nose!

Brian Rentfro: Calm down, Johnny! It's only the Grizzly Beer title! ... You know, come to think of it, are they even a solvent company any more?

Jon McDaniel: They're releasing the Simon Kalis 40 oz Malt Liquour Platinum Edition this weekend.

Johnny Maverick slides to the outside and steals a folding chair from the time keeper, who is not about to say 'no' to the bloody and battered Rock 'n' Roll Outlaw. Maverick rolls into the ring and Figgins is beginning to regain his bearings. Figgins is up to one knee and Maverick takes a quick swing at the champion, catching him across the back with a satisfying smack. Figgins bounces off of the mat from the impact and grabs at the small of his back, cringing all the while. Maverick with another successful swing, followed up by another. He discards the dented chair and goes for Figgins' legs, locking in a Boston Crab, further wrenching Figgins' back.

Brian Rentfro: I can't remember Johnny Maverick being this... brutal!

Jon McDaniel: That's because the last time you actually watched a Johnny Maverick match, you were only paying attention to his barely-legal wife. Every time after that, you were reading your subscription of "Enormous Asses Bi-Weekly."

Brian Rentfro: HEY! It keeps me centered.

Figgins, blood dripping from his upper lip, struggles to push himself up. He inches himself, weakly, to the bottom rope and Referee Swindell demands that Maverick break the hold. Eventually, Maverick obliges. He follows it up by posing for the crowd, raising his arms in victory and making an imaginary belt around his waist using his hands. Maverick grabs Figgins by his hair and starts to lift him up; Figgins replies by spraying a drink all over Maverick's face, surprising and stunning him for long enough that Figgins is able to land a desperate flying knee strike to the face. Maverick falls down and Figgins rolls out to the floor, smacking against the mat on the outside.

Jon McDaniel: Well, Brian, you said earlier that it was 'only' the PWA Grizzly Beer title, but obviously, this match means much more to these two men! It's about who is the better between them; they've both had storied PWA careers, two of the finest wrestlers to be produced by this institution, and they know that this goes way beyond titles!

Brian Rentfro: Uh, or... and think about this for a second... maybe they're both just a little crazy.

The crowd is going crazy at this point; there are duelling chants for both Maverick and Figgins. Figgins reaches under the ring again and retrieves a baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire. He smiles and the crowd erupts at the potential of this horrific tool. Figgins gets into the ring just as Maverick is on his hands and knees. Figgins brings the bat down with a disgusting thud, and Maverick grits his teeth as his body slams down onto the mat. Figgins mounts Maverick and locks in a Camel Clutch, using the barbed-wire bat to pull back on Maverick's jaw. The barbed wire is only inches away from his jugular, and Maverick's eyes are wide in terror.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, my God! Someone has to stop this! This is getting out of control!

Referee Swindell, who has basically run out of options otherwise, asks Maverick if he wants to submit. Maverick, who can't shake his head or verbally state that he doesn't want to give up, wrests his arms from Figgins' legs and begins to push against the bat with his arms. Figgins attempts to cinch the hold in again and loses his grip on Maverick. Maverick wriggles free and stands up. Figgins charges at him with the baseball bat and Maverick ducks. When Figgins spins around, he's planted with a big Bugs Bunny-style kiss, leaving him disoriented and granting Maverick an opening to land an enormous palm strike to the face, sending Figgins crashing to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: OF, MF! OF, MF!

Jon McDaniel: Are you keeping cake under the desk again? You know that's not sanitary.

Figgins comes back to his feet, cupping his bleeding nose, and Maverick is quick to take advantage of his state, executing a perfect double-underhook suplex and converting the hold into an arm bar! Figgins has his hands clasped together, having anticipated this move; Maverick yanks and pulls at Figgins' arm, hoping to break it free at the elbow, but Figgins refuses to give in. Instead, Figgins actually gets to his feet, leaving Maverick in a highly vulnerable position on his shoulders. Figgins lifts Maverick up and lands an abbreviated powerbomb. Maverick refuses to let go, and Figgins lands yet another powerbomb. When he tries for another powerbomb, Maverick musters up the leg strength and flips Figgins onto his back, leaving him back in the same position as before, only this time, he's in the middle of the ring! Figgins reaches for the rope, desperate to break the hold, but this time, he finds no quarter. He slaps Maverick's knee pad and Referee Swindell calls for the bell. The crowd stands and cheers at the crowning of a new PWA Grizzly Beer champion.

*DING DING DING!*

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner... and NEEEEEEEEW!!! PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... JOHNNY... MAAAAVERIIIICK!!!

Jon McDaniel: Well, a long road back for the Rock 'n' Roll Outlaw, and he caps it off with a Grizzly Beer title win in only his second match back with the company!

Brian Rentfro: Makes you wonder, what kind of demented Grizzly Beer title matches will we have with someone as unstable as Johnny Maverick at the helm?

Jon McDaniel: One can only guess, Brian; one can only guess. I can say, though, that this is not the last time we've seen these two face off.

Killing House


Jon McDaniel: Let's go up to Eric Emerson who's doing double duty tonight with interviews as well as the introductions.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, Jon, you think ol' Double E is getting paid extra for doing interviews and intros?

Jon McDaniel: Brian, some people help out where needed, not for the money, but just because it's the right thing to do.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, they're called suckers.


Eric Emerson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MY GUEST AT THIS TIME HAS A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT CONCERNING HIS MATCH WITH BUBBA J WHEN RAMPAGE EMANATES LIVE FROM THE O2 ARENA IN LONDON. MY GUEST AT THIS TIME....SGT. AMERICANA!!!

Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American) by Tobey Keith plays as Sgt. Americana stomps to the ring. He's decked out in fatigues, combat boots, and a helmet. He walks with a cigar clenched between his teeth. Flanking Americana are members of Britain's elite fighting unit, the SAS. The SAS surround the ring as Sarge enters the ring.

Eric Emerson: SGT. AMERICANA, YOU HAVE A MATCH COMING UP WITH BUBBA J AT RAMPAGE IN WHICH IF YOU LOSE, YOUR 'SPECIAL FRIEND,' CINDY LOU JENKINS HAS TO SPEND THIRTY DAYS WITH BUBBA J. AND, AS WE HAVE HEARD, BUBBA HAS SOME RATHER 'SPECIAL' PLANS FOR CINDY LOU. BUT YOU SAY THAT YOU HAVE SPECIAL PLANS OF YOU OWN. CARE TO ELABORATE.

SGT. AMERICANA: YETH I DO, MITHTER EMERTHON. LITHTEN UP, BUBBER J, YOU MAGGOT! IF YOU THINK THAT THERE ITH ANY WAY IN THITH WORLD OR THE NEXTHT THAT YOU WILL EVER GET YOUR THLIMY HANDTH ON MITH THINDY LOU, THEN YOU HAVE GOT ANOTHER THINK COMIN, YOU PUKE!

YA KNOW I THAID LATHT WEEK THAT WE WATH GONNA HAVE A GOOD OL FATHIONED U. ETH. MARINE CORE BOOT CAMP MATCH. BUT I WATH THINKIN THAT, THINCE WE'RE HERE IN GREAT BRITAIN, THAT MAYBE WE THOULD CHANGE IT TO THOMETHIN MORE BRITITHH. THO I THTRUCK UP A CONVERTHATION WITH A COMMANDER IN THE ETH A ETH, AND HE TOLD ME HOW THEY DO COUNTER TERRORITHM AND HOTHTAGE RETHCUE TRAININ. THEY DO IT IN A LITTLE PLATHE CALLED THE KILLIN HOUTHE.

NOW THE KILLIN HOUTHE ITH A TWO THTOREY BUILDIN WITH ALL KINDTH OF THTUN GRENADETH, TEAR GATH, C-4 CHARGETH AND THOTGUNTH THAT THOOT RUBBER BULLETTH AND BEAN BAG ROUNDTH.

THOUNDTH REAL NITHE DON' IT, BUBBER?

THO! I DECIDED TO TWEAK THITH TO AN ETH A ETH KILLIN HOUSE MATCH!

THO HERE'TH THE RULETH:

1. MITH THINDY LOU ITH GONE BE ON TOP OF THE BUILDIN, TIED UP TO A CHAIR AND GAGGED LIKE A HOTHTAGE. MY BABY AGREED TO THITH, CAUTHE THE FEELTH LIKE THE'TH A HOTHTAGE ANYWAY ATH LONG ATH YOU'RE WALKIN ROUND.. ANYWAY, THE FIRTHT ONE TO GET TO HER AND TOTALLY FREE HER, WINTH THE MATCH.

2. THE MATCH THTARTTH WITH ME AN' YOU ON OPPOTHITE THIDETH OF THE HOUTHE. YOU ON THE EATHT AND ME ON THE WETHT. THE DOORTH AUTOMATICALLY OPEN AND WE GO IN AND COMMENTH TO FIGHTIN’. THE DOORTH AUTOMATICALLY CLOTHE, AND NOBODY CAN COME IN AND NOBODY CAN GO OUT. ATH THOON ATH THE DOORTH CLOTHE, ALL HELL BREAKTH LOOTHE ATH THE GRENADETH, TEAR GATH, AND ALL THE OTHER THTUFF THTARTTH GOI OFF IN A RANDOM FATHION.

3. WE CAN’T BRING NO PLUNDER, CAUTHE THE PLATHE ITH FULL OF IT ANYWAY. WE FIGHT WITH THE WEAPONTH THAT GOD GAVE UTH WHEN WE WATH BORNED.

4. NO THTAIRTH TO GET FROM FLOOR ONE TO FLOOR TWO AND TO THE ROOF. JUTHT LADDERTH. THEY’TH ONE WAY TO THE ROOF AND THINDY LOU, THROUGH A TRAP DOOR.

5. NO PINFALLTH, NO THUBMITHIONTH, NO THTOPPIN FOR INJURY OR BLOOD. TWO MEN GO INTO THE KILLIN HOUTHE AND ONLY ONE MAN COMETH OUT.

BUBBER J…WHEN DAT DOOR OPENTH IN FRONT OF ME, I’MMA GO RUTHIN IN LIKE LEEEEROOOY JEENKINNTH, AN’ I’MMA LAY WATHTE TO YO ATHE. THEN I’MMA CLIMB THE LADDE R TO THE THECOND FLOOR AND THEN TO THE ROOF. THEN I’MMA FREE THINDY LOU FROM THOSE ROPETH THAT BIND HER, AND FROM YOU, YOU MAGGOT.

AND I GOT ONE MORE LITTLE WRINKLE. IF YOU WIN THE TITLE LATER TONIGHT, OUR MATCH AUTOMATICALLY BECOMETH A WORLD TITLE MATCH.

YOU WILL GO DOWN IN FLAMETH, BUBBER J. YOU WILL NOT ACHIEVE VICTRY. YOU WILL FALL INTO THE TRATHHEAP OF HITHTORY, WITH OTHER PIETHETH OF DOG PUKE LIKE HITLER, THTALIN, AND KRUTHCHEV. GOOD WILL TRIUMPH OVER EVIL. I WIL TRIUMPH OVER YOU, BUBBER J….

AND THAT’TH AN ORDER!

Sgt. Americana marches out of the ring to a thunderous ovation.

Eric Emerson: JON, BRIAN...BACK TO YOU!

Jon McDaniel: Talk about intense!

Brian Rentfro: Intense? I think he's off his nut. He'd have to be to come up with this match. Sarge is setting up a slaughter.

Anna Matthews(c) vs Bubba J

PWA World Heavyweight Championship Match


And now for our MMMMAAAAAINNNN EVENT. Yeah, you have to yell that shit out and stuff or people won’t know. Our main even starts off with the tense main event staredown before Anna straight up Cannonballs into Bubba J. How does one achieve a horizontal cannonball? Anna loves the flippies, and she can do lots of them. Bubba being quite startled by the maneuver finds trouble mounting an offense the first couple minutes of the match.

And those couple minutes probably seemed like an eternity for Bubba as he weathered a barrage of flips,kicks, and flippy kicks. After a monkey flip into the turnbckles , Bubba had enough and unleashed his redneck wrath. When a flippy flipped right into a punchy, taking Anna down to the mat. The redneck messiah of violence continued his counterstrike bytaking Anna and dropping her with a vicious neck breaker. But the queen of space and time was made of tougher stuff than most and was able to get right back up.

The carnage continued at a back and forth pace. Anna with her rapid fire strikes and off the wall flippyshit. Anna seemed to get the edge when she managed to hit Bubba with a massive 720 DDT. Anna leaped onto the turnbuckle and began to set up for the splatastrophie. But she took a little too much time posturing and Bubba struck, stunning her. He followed by ripping her off the turnbuckle with a Traler Park Trash.

Winner: Bubba J

Turn the page


Camera pans over to Jacob Figgins watching the monitors intently at the closing of the main event. His hair still wild and forehead bloody from his title match. Toshi yang cautiously approaches the currently dethroned Grizzly Beer champion and gets his attention

Toshi Yang: Jacob, you failed in breaking the record of Johnny Maverick. What is in the future? Do you plan on reclaiming the Grizzly Beer title from Johnny

Jacob Figgins: No, it was never about Johnny's record. This match was the closure I needed. For years I floundered about wandering how my first reign of champion might have ended if it weren't for the concussion I suffered. And I guess that was the ending of it. And I can live with that ending to the Grizzly Beer chapter. I can finally turn the page and move on.

Toshi Yang: So what is in your sights next? The intercontinental title?

Jacob Figgins: Stop it.

Toshi Yang : Stop what?

Jacob Figgins: Stop trying to draw the suspense from asking stalling questions. You know as well as I do that the furthest thing from my mind is the IC title. My sights are on Bubba J and his world championship. I let the management jerk me around for too long. I didn't make it to the finals of the Who's the Man tournament to go after the IC title. I was thrown into a Grizzly Beer title match as a distraction. It's time to cash in on all those months, all these years of being a house hold name in PWA.

Jacob Figgins: Eli Storm can't stop me from pursuing my destiny. I am a future hall of famer, and becoming a world champion will speed up that process. Management has been pushing me away from that belt for too long, and it is about time that I cash in. I'm not demanding it, I'm flat out taking my shot. Welcome to page one of the new chapter

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