World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Back in Black..and Blue

Lean Bean Miller and Matthew Engel are backstage as Lean holds a microphone. Engel is in his ring gear and seems to have been getting ready for his return match here tonight on Monday Night Rampage.

LBM: Matthew Engel, I'm glad to see you back here in action in the land of Pioneers. Tell me, what prompted your return? Can you go into detail about your working relationship with Simon Kalis?

Matthew Engel: When someone forces you to work for them against your will, it's not a working relationship. It's enslavement.

Engel looks at the camera and smirks. Oh, the irony.

LBM: Well, that's a bit harsh don't you think?

Matthew Engel: No, not really. Didn't you want to talk about my match tonight?

LBM: Yes, but we're all very intrigued on how Simon managed to bring you back when the last time we saw you you had disappeared. Was that to get away from Kalis?

Matthew Engel: It was a foolish move that was only temporary. My time away didn't give me the results I wanted. So I'm using the forced opportunity upon me to make things very difficult for him.

LBM: But let's be honest. Part of you wanted to come back, right?

Matthew Engel: No, Lean. I didn't want to come back last year after I lost to Robinson. I still don't want to be here. I'll say exactly what I said last week: I have nothing left to prove to you fucking idiots. I'm here to make things miserable for Kalis while he forces me to work for him. I'm here to find a way out of this.

Engel pushes Lean away and tries to exit but Lean interrupts.

LBM: Wait, wait! Matt! What about tonight? What are your thoughts on fighting Bubba J, the new PWA World Champion?

Engel stops for a moment and turns back, inching closer to LBM.

Matthew Engel: He showed up this past week on the airwaves as a different man than I once knew. He was a submissive cunt. Telling me how I'm right and how I'm better, which is true but at least put up a fight about it. Then he's pinning his hopes on sheer luck that he can somehow beat me because he beat Anna Mathews? If that moron thinks that's going to somehow translate to another upset victory, then I'll be happy to give him a refresher course on who the fuck I am.

Engel gives the camera a cold stare for a second and then splits, leaving LBM terrified.

LBM: It should be an exciting fight between two brutal warriors here tonight on Monday Night Rampage!

Welcome to RAMPAGE!!!

"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 Matthew Engel, Simon Kalis...Storm pushes the camera away before it could see the last contract. The scene switches to Grizzly Beer Champion, Johnny Maverick, 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, Teddy Alexander. 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 Champions, Gunnar and Cody. 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. Luscious Starr 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. While Bubba J poses with the PWA World Heavyweight Title. As the cameras zoom in.

"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: Well folks we just heard from Matthew Engel and if that doesn't let you know what type of night we are about to have...nothing will.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah...yeah, but first things first...we must talk about our missing loved one.

Jon McDaniel: You are really trying to get that raises aren't you?

Brian Rentfro: Listen here, do you know how much it cost to get a full body hair wax.

Jon McDaniel: Waaaaayyyyy too much info.

Brian Rentfro: Hey the ladies over when I'm smooth like a baby's ....

Jon McDaniel quickly gives the cut mic signal.

Guess Who's Back

The scene opens with Kassie Canter out on the rampway. Kassie waves to the crowd before raising her mic to speak to the crowd.

Canter: As you all have noticed, Eli Storm just hasn't been himself lately. After everything that he went through with O'Reilly and most recently his run in at UX. And with Simon Kalis poking his head back around, the investors at Spike thought that it would be a smart move if we do something to make sure the company stays on it's upward direction. So we have gone and contacted and contracted someone with a vested interest in this company and brand. Someone who won't be afraid to get his hands dirty and someone who will not be afriad to play by their rules. And that someone is...

The arena is quiet with anticipation as our ringside announcers.

Jon McDaniel: Do you have any ideas Brian?

Brian Rentfro: That is a tough one Jon, with Simon Kalis and The Virus returning, it could be just about anyone! Maybe it’s Showtime!

The wait begins to shorten as The Rolling Stones Doom and Gloom comes on over the PA. The crowd looks confused but are starting to being given an answer by the ADCTron as it lights up with the music video of the song. Mick Jaggers unmistakable voice begins to sing and the video is in full swing. Although, instead of the female lead of Noomi Rapace it has been changed to a male lead, but we can’t quite see his face.

I had a dream last night that I was piloting a plane
And all the passengers were drunk and insane
I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp
Shot up a horde of zombies
But I come out on top

It’s at this point on the crowd nearly blows the roof off as the mystery male lead is revealed as Scott Nash Strader killing zombies with a shotgun on the ADCTron.

Jon McDaniel: Scott Nash Strader?!

Brian Rentfro: Shit is about to hit the fan Jon.

Scott Nash Srtrader in his trade mark black biker boots, blue jeans, Bandido Nation t-shirt and leather vest with the Bandido patches on it steps out onto the stage to a thunderous ovation. He runs his left hand through his short dark hair and gives the fans what they want… the infamous Strader sneer. Kassie hands over the microphone to the PWA Hall of Famer. He raises the microphone up, by the arena is drowning and all he can do is smile.

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is beside themselves and I have to be honest so am I. Who would have thought three hall of famers would all come back in some capacity within a week?

Brian Rentfro: I wonder if his daughters will be around… with their boobs and stuff.

Finally the arena begins to calm down and the big man on stage is ready to greet them.

SNS: Hello PWA!! It’s been way to long, and damn have I missed you all. Some with every shot!

Scott looks over at Kassie and gives her a smile.

SNS: Thanks to the executives and this incredibly beautiful woman beside me, you all have me in your lives once again. But trust me when I say… the pleasure is all mine.

This comment earns him a cheap pop and he continues.

SNS: I am not going to lie to you all and say I wasn’t hesitant at first. Originally, I was contacted a few months back to return to PWA in a wrestling capacity, but –

SNS slaps his knees.

SNS: -- the new knees gotta last me, and they just aren’t up for active competition anymore. But the network was persistent, worse than the Jehovah Witnesses in the spring time. Although the latest offer, well let’s just say it was one I couldn’t refuse. Especially when I was told I was going to be allowed to wear my colours and be given complete power.

Jon McDaniel: I bet not especially with the return of The Virus! My money is on they still hate each other deep down.

Brian Rentfro: And his son-in-law, Simon as well, but they are pretty close. The PWA just got a whole lot more interesting.

SNS: SO I figured, ah why the hell not? I mean, just because I am past my prime and all that jazz, doesn’t mean I still wouldn’t mind making some lives just a little bit uncomfortable, maybe even a tad hellacious, I’m looking at you Shadow boy; and all from the comfort of my office chair? I’d be a fool to say no! So here I am PWA and I am your new mother fucking outlaw motorcycle riding General fucking Manager!

Crowd: S-N-S! S-N-S! S-N-S!

SNS: And I get to watch a great product. While I am part of a different lifestyle from the traditional regular man known as a 1%er, I am also a business man, and a fan of the Pioneer Wrestling Association. So I am going to sit in my office, feet up on the damn desk , scotch in my hand and enjoy watching and making money off this fine company.

Scott glances over at Kassie and gives her a sneer.

SNS: Darlin’, why don’t you go get Uncle Scott a three finger scotch. One ice cube.

Kassie gives him a bit of a dirty look but disappears backstage and Scott moves on.

SNS: I wouldn’t be much of a General Manager if I didn’t have a hand in the next card, so I have two big matches to announce for next week’s show that I am sure you are NOT gonna want to miss.

Jon McDaniel: I am sure he is looking to make a statement Brian. What do you expect from the new General Manager?

Brian Rentfro: To be honest Jon, I figure it will involve dirty women, scotch and sexual harassment suits.

SNS: I was talking to some of my brothers in the club, and you know what they kept asking me for? To see Bubba J smack the taste of cock out of Johnny Maverick’s mouth and that is exactly what I am going to have happen live next week on Rampage!

The crowd cheers at the announcement and the commentators are chattering.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J and Johnny Maverick! Nice first match Scott!

Brian Rentfro: Haha slap the taste of –

Jon McDaniel: Brian!

Brian Rentfro: -- rooster out of his mouth.

SNS: And lastly before I head backstage –

Scott turns and looks backstage.

SNS:-- where I presume that scotch I asked for will be since I don’t have it yet –

Scott turns back around with a grin.

SNS: --- is next week’s very special main event. Next week live on Rampage… the Queen of the Dodo’s will take on the one and only… Matthew ‘The Virus’ Engel!

The crowd nearly blows off the roof with a roar of excitement.

Jon McDaniel: WOW! What a way to make a splash! Anna Mathews against the Virus. That is pay per view material right there.

Brian Rentfro: I think I like our new boss, he’s friendly in a creepy, I will kill you and eat your mothers ---

Jon McDaniel: Damnit Brian!!!!

Brian Rentfro: ---Kitty kat kind of way.

SNS: And now, as great as it is to be back its time to watch what you paid for, and who knows, maybe there are more surprise in store!

Doom and Gloom hits the PA system once more and Scott heads backstage but not before taking a moment to take in the welcome back.

Americana 1

Jon McDaniel: Earlier this week, Bud Adams sat down with Mr. Americana after his heartbreaking and devastating loss to Bubba J last week. To say that Americana is at an all time low in the morale department would be an understatement. But the interview, while brief, was very cryptic. Let's go to that interview right now.

The video begins with Bud Adams standing next to Mr. Americana, who looks beaten down, physically and emotionally. It's obvious that it has been days since he has slept. It's also obvious that he hasn't shaved, as there is quite a bit of facial hair.

Bud Adams: Bud Adams here with a dejected, and rightfully so, Mr. Americana. The Killing House Match, especially the ending, took a horrendous toll on you, but it couldn't have matched the toll that seeing Cindy Lou in the arms of Bubba J had on you.

Mr. Americana: Well, Bud Adamth, You right. I keep replayin all the eventth leadin up to the match and the match itthelf. And ya know thumthin, ud Adamth, I think it wouldda been betta if it'd killed me when Bubber J throwed me off the to of dat dere Killin Houthe. Becauthe the latht thang I remember theein wath my thpethial friend, my fiancé, if you weel, Thindy Lou Jenkinth, in the armth of Bubber J. An I got thirty long dayth to replay dat in my mind. I can't take it, Bud Adamth, I jutht can't take it. Tho, until thothe thirty dayth are ova, you won't thee me on yo TV thcreen. I jutht can' thow my face, knowin that I let all me fanth, the U. Eth. A, and ethpethially my Thindy Lou, down.

But, thumbody got to keep up da fight. Thumbody gotta pick up da banner of Mr. Americana. An I found 'em.

Bubber J, you egg thuckin dog, yo day of reckonin ith upon you. You took me out, but you ain' took the thpirit of Americana out. Not by a long thot, jack.

That'th all I got to thay about that.

Bud Adamth: Jon, Brian....back to you

Jacob Figgins vs Luscious Starr

Spike $10,000 Bonus Check Match

As the bell rings, Figgins doesn't waste any time imposing his will on Starr. Off the clinch Figgins works in some very stiff looking knees to Starr's ribs. Figgins pushes Starr into the corner and rushes in with a clothesline, but Starr ducks and drop toe holds Jacob into the second turnbuckle. Before Figgins can push himself up, Starr starts to drill the small of his back with elbow after elbow. Jacob is screaming in pain as Starr drops down and drives the point of his elbow into Figgins' back. Starr steps back and picks up Figgins and hooks him up for a suplex. Starr gets him up and stalls for a moment before dropping Figgins. Starr picks Figgins back up and starts to fire from elbows at Jacob. Starr goes for a spinning lariat, but Jacob ducks and nails a picture perfect german suplex. Starr is nearly folded as he rolls back onto his knees on impact from the move. Jacob stomps his feet, waiting for Starr to get up. Jacob rushes in with a big boot attempt, but Starr ducks that. But as he does, Figgins whips his body around with all his might....


Winner: Jacob Figgins

A Roll of the Dyce (pre-recorded)

A black BMW X5 rolls into view at the main entrance for Rikers Island Penitentiary, obnoxiously blasting loud rap music. The license plate reads “OoC1” as the camera pans around the vehicle until Simon Kalis steps out, decked out in an all-black Armani suit. He is immediately greeted by two prison guards he seems quite familiar with.

Simon Kalis: Matt, Alex. How are you old fucks? I can’t believe you two still work here.

Prison Guard Alex: Some things never change.

Matt taps Simon on the eye patch.

Prison Guard Matt: Other things I see, do change.

Both the prison guards eyeball the camera crew right after Simon swats away Matt’s hand from his face.

Simon Kalis: Keep in mind I haven’t been persecuted for a crime in a long time. And before you ask, they’re with me.

Prison Guard Alex: You mean prosecuted for a crime?

Simon Kalis: I’ll stick to persecuted. Now.

Prison Guard Matt: Ah yeah, we know why you’re here. But you can’t see him.

Simon cocks an eyebrow with suspicion.

Simon Kalis: Why? He’s supposed to be released today. I’m here to pick him up.

Prison Guard Alex: We know why you’re here. But your pal thought it’d be a good idea to take a stab at someone. He’s in the hole.

Simon eyes both men suspiciously.

Simon Kalis: And when is he being released?

Prison Guard Matt: Well he isn’t, is he dumb ass? He’s going to finish his sentence. His parole got revoked.

Simon coughs, something seems to have caught his throat. The two prison guards’ smirk as Simon reaches for the breast pocket on his suit jacket. He pulls out a wad of cash and begins counting, deciding to just split the wad in half and give each man their cut.

Simon Kalis: A donation to whatever… Uh, charity you assholes have for disabled guards. Now. Shall we?

The two guards nod and escort Simon into the prison, with our PWA camera crew following right behind. Through the journey through the cell blocks, Simon Kalis keeps his eyes straight forward as the guards purposefully take him through two cell blocks. Upon seeing Simon, the prisoners immediately begin pounding on the bars of their cells and yelling at Simon to come back. Kalis ignores it until they reach the dark, damp corridor where inmates who are extra dickish get held. The two guards nod to their coworkers as they pass, who turn a blind eye to Simon’s presence. They open the cell door for Simon and he steps inside, the camera crew follows. Inside we find Benjamin Dyce leaning against the cold cement floor, a piss and shit bucket off in one corner of the very small cell. He has been badly beaten it would appear, and he doesn’t stand up. All that said, the cameras must still blur out his genitalia as he has been placed into this cell completely naked.

Benjamin Dyce: Ay, you know what happened.

Simon Kalis: Who?

Benji spits on the ground and scoffs.

Benjamin Dyce: Does it matter lad? I’m stuck here. I ain’t leavin’ this piss hall for another fuckin’ year lad.

Simon nods regretfully.

Simon Kalis: I’ve got your back old friend. Just don’t kill anyone while you’re in here.

Benjamin Dyce: I know where to poke’em, Simon.

Simon Kalis: I’ll make sure your golden ticket stays valid for when you do get released.

Benjamin Dyce stands up and wipes the crusted dry blood from his mouth. He walks over to Simon Kalis and looks down, towering over his friend. Simon looks up, and thankfully from our position Simon blocks the nakedness of Benjamin Dyce, though much to the disdain of our female viewership.

Benjamin Dyce: You take it.

Simon Kalis: No, I can’t.

Benjamin Dyce: Ay, you can Simon. It’s time to stop sitting behind a desk mate. It’s time to fuckin’ put yer boots back on, lace’em up and fuckin’ win things again. You’ve gone too long wasting behind paper work. Ya look like yer a fuckin’ one eyed monkey in a suit lad. Yer not Barack Obama.

Dyce shoves Simon back. Simon brushes his suit and smiles, looking back at Dyce.

Simon Kalis: You don’t want none of me.

Benjamin Dyce: Ay, I don’t. My face has had enough *racial expletive* beatin’ it for one week. But yer gonna want this.

Benji reaches behind himself, and as you’d imagine he pulls out the folded Golden Ticket straight from his anus.

Benjamin Dyce: Take it. Don’t fuckin’ smell it lad. It’s a golden ticket, it’ll wash just fine.

Simon hesitantly takes the Golden Ticket, and then grabs the sound guy with him from the PWA camera crew and wipes it on his shirt. Simon shoves the sound guy back.

Benjamin Dyce: I saw Rampage last week ya know, before they put me in here. Between Engel, Bubba J and of course Raizzor yer gonna have yer work cut out for ya lad. Yer just gonna have to use some of that power of yers to force this down their throats. I figure after ya bribed Robinson and tricked Andy, you’ve still got some sort of seat on that Board of Directors.

Simon smiles.

Simon Kalis: Thank you brother, I’ll do right by you.

Benjamin Dyce steps forward and grabs Simon, embracing him in a hug. Simon pats him on the back as they embrace.

Benjamin Dyce: I know ya will. Don’tcha worry bout me laddy, you should see the other guys in ICU on yer way out.

Simon smirks as he steps back, folding the Golden Ticket and placing it in his breast pocket. Without a word, both men nod and Simon takes his leave.

Prison Guard Alex: So, got what you came for Aaron?

Simon looks at the two snickering prison guard and spits on the ground.

Simon Kalis: Suck my motherfuckin’ dick. I got a plane to catch.

Simon purposefully shoulders his way past the two guards and we immediately fade out.

Gunnar Kingsbury(c) vs Johnny Maverick(c)

Champion's Showcase Match

Jon McDaniel; Champion's Showcase time. Tonight we have The Grizzly Beer Champion 'The Rock & Roll Outlaw' Johnny Maverick squaring off against 1/2 of the PWA Wold Tag Team Champions...

Brian Rentfro: The better half...

Jon McDaniel: Gunnar Kingsbury. Pick 'em time, Brian. Who you got in this match?

Brian Rentfro: As much as I like Gunnar Kingsbury, Johnny Maverick's no one to take lightly.

Jon McDaniel: So you're choosing....

Brian Rentfro: I'll tell you when the match is over.

Jon McDaniel: Let's go up to Eric Emerson for the introductions!

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


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


The crowd boos Kingsbury unmercifully as he shoves the mic into Emerson's chest and takes his place in his corner.

Jon McDaniel: Ahh, Kingsbury endears himself to another crowd.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, he should be, like, the US Ambassador to Scotland, or something.

Jon McDaniel: You do know that Scotland is not a sovereign country and so the US would not have an ambassador to it, right?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I knew that. I was just testin you. Good job, McDaniel.

Jon McDaniel: Why thanks, Brian. I try to,, HEY!

Earth Rocker by Clutch begins to play as The PWA Grizzly Beer Champion makes his way to the ring. He walks with purpose as the intensity and anger is evident on his face.



The crowd goes wild for Maverick, who doesn't respond. He just stares a hole through Kingsbury, who responds with his trademark smirk.


Maverick and Kingsbury lock up in the center of the ring. Kingsbury uses his size advantage to shove Maverick away into the corner. Kingsbury flexes his muscles, smirking all the while. Maverick walks out of the corner and locks up with Kingsbury again. Again, Kingsbury shoves Maverick, this time to the mat. Kingsbury flexes his muscles again at Maverick, who just smiles. Kingsbury and Maverick lock up again. Before Kingsbury can shove Maverick off again, J-Mav grapevines his leg behind Gunnar's and shoves him ass first to the mat. Maverick mockingly flexes his muscles at Kingsbury, who is quickly to his feet. Kingsbury kicks the bottom rope, embarrassed by the leg-trip. He charges Maverick, only to be armdragged to the mat. Kingsbury is up again and charges Maverick, and is armdragged again. Kingsbury gets to his feet incensed. He storms after Maverick, but is stopped dead in his tracks by a elbowstrike to the side of the head. Kingsbury wobbles for a moment, then falls to the mat. Maverick goes for the cover, but only gets a two count.

Jon McDaniel: Did you see that elbow Maverick threw?

Brian Rentfro: I'm not sure Gunnar knows where he is right now.

Maverick rushes Kingsbury as he makes it to his feet, and forces him into the corner. J-Mav begins ramming his knees into the ribs and abdomen of Kingsbury. He then grabs the clinch and begins hitting knee strikes to the head and face of the PWA Tag Champ. Kingsbury tries to block as many of them as he can, but soon falls to the mat. He rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor.

Maverick follows him out, preparing to dish out more punishment. He pulls Kingsbury up by his hair. Kingsbury grabs the front of Maverick's tights and and throws him into the ringsteps, head-first. Kingsbury takes a moment to clear the cobwebs, then grabs Maverick and throws him into the ring. Gunnar picks Maverick up and slams him down with a backbreaker. Without releasing Maverick, Kingsbury picks him up and hits three more backbreakers. He then flings Johnny to the mat and covers him for the pin.



Maverick kicks out at 2 1/2!

Kingsbury pulls Maverick up and hits a spinning neckbreaker. He then picks him up and hits a hangman's neckbreaker. Maverick is curled up holding the back of his neck, as Kingsbury grins and mocks Maverick.

Jon McDaniel: Well, we definitely see Kingsbury's strategy now, but I don't think he should be giving the GB Champ any breathing room.

Brian Rentfro: I agree, Jon.

Maverick is up to a sitting position, and Kingsbury comes up behind him. He grabs the top of Maverick's head and his chin, and begins to bend his head sideways.

Brian Rentfro: Damn, he's trying to twist J-Mav's head off!

Kingsbury pulls Maverick up and picks him up into a vertical suplex position. He then dumps him head-first with a brainbuster!





Kingsbury is arguing with Referee Davis over the count. He turns around just in time to get hit by a running palmstrike from Maverick.



Maverick backs Gunnar into the ropes and hits a succession of backhand chops. He whips Kingsbury into the ropes and goes for a spinning backfist. Kingsbury ducks and grabs Maverick by the back of his shoulders. he goes for the lungblower, but Maverick holds onto the ropes, causing Kingsbury to hit the mat hard. Kingsbury slowly makes it to his feet. Maverick seizes the opportunity, its a spinning backfist, and as Kingsbury falls backwards follows it up with a Superman punch.






Athena and Aphrodite are in the ring knelt next to Kingsbury, who is still out cold.

Maverick looks back at Kingsbury, smiles, and exits the ring.

Jon McDaniel: And Gunnar Kingsbury's undefeated streak comes to an abrupt halt at the hands of Johnny Maverick here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: He was my pick all along.

Anna Matthews vs Teddy Alexander(c)

Non-Title Match

Anna & Teddy lock up and test each other's leverage for a moment. Teddy uses his size to back Anna into the ropes, but before he can do anything, the former World Champion ducks under, waving her finger...letting him know it won't be that easy. Teddy calls for a lock up again and Anna nods, this time though, instead of letting him push her into the ropes, Anna drops down and nails a dropkick to the knee. This brings the bigger man down to one leg, which sets him up for the flurry of kicks to the ribs, thighs and one brutal looking shining wizard to the head. Teddy stumbles over to the corner and Anna starts firing kicks at Teddy. The big man swats away at the first few kicks, but is caught in the face with the second set. Anna, seeing that Teddy is dazed, runs to the opposite side of the ropes and springs off like a bullet fired out of a gun. Anna rushes at Teddy and goes to plant two knees into his jaw, but Teddy side steps and catches Anna with a leaping clothesline that nearly flips her over. Teddy rubs his jaw and looks back at Matthews. Teddy picks Anna up and forces her back into the corner and looks out into the crowd. He winds back and begins to chop away at Anna's chest. The crowd "Whoooooos!!!" with each chop.

Teddy steps back and nails a vicious looking running clothesline, taking Anna up and over and onto the floor. Teddy shakes the ropes and hams it up to the crowd. Teddy drops down and rolls out of the ring. He sees Anna leaning against the guard railing. Teddy stalks her for a moment before running at Anna, looking for a Yakuza Kick. And Anna at the last moment drops down, which ends up with Teddy straddling himself on the guard railing. Anna quickly hops up and nails a dropkick to the knee of Teddy, smashing it into the side of the guard railing. Anna quickly starts firing kick after kick at the knee, in hopes to slow Teddy down. Anna steps back in order to let Teddy get off the guard railing, but as he tries to slump over, Anna hops on the guard railing herself and plants Teddy onto the ringside floor with a DDT. Anna grabs Teddy by the head and places it on the steel steps. Anna runs forward and takes a jump and drops an elbow onto Teddy's chest...or at least she tried to as Teddy rolled off the steps and back into the ring. Anna follows Teddy back into the ring and is greeted with a running kneelift. A move that comes back to bite him in the ass, as he ended up using his hurt knee. And that is all the opening that Anna needs. Boomerfly Kick!!!

Anna Matthews for the pin!

Winner: Anna Mathews

Dance with a Dodo

Teddy slams his fists against the mat and rolls out of the ring as Anna leans against the ropes, trying to get her breath. As the does the arena goes black. Suddenly the ADCTron comes on and a song begins to play...

The lights come back on and there are plushie Dodos dropping from the ceiling into the ring around Anna. Matthews looks a bit confused...more confused then she nearly is, when a hooded man slides into the ring behind her. before Anna can turn around, the hooded man wraps her up and drives her face first into the mat with a swinging reverse STO. Man man just sits there, looking at Anna before calling for a mic. a ring hand rolls a mic to him and he grabs the mic and turns towards Anna. He lowers himself and begins to whisper in her ear.

Hooded Man: The Dodo used to walk around,
And take the sun and air.
The sun yet warms his native ground –
The Dodo is not there!

The man pushes his hood back to revel himself to be new PWA signee, Joseph Simon. Simon smiles before continuing.

Simon: The voice which used to squawk and squeak
Is now for ever dumb –
Yet may you see her bones and beak
All in the Mu-se-um.

Simon kisses Anna on the forehead before rolling out the ring himself and disappearing through the crowd.

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Bubba J(c) vs Matthew Engel

Main Event - Spike Fight of the Night

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is the SPIKE.. FIGHT OF THE NIGHT!

An eruption of cheers and boos as the fans know who to expect coming out.

Brian Rentfro: Matthew Engel's return to the ring in just a few minutes... any predictions Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Somebody's going to get stretchered out of here, more than likely.

Brian Rentfro: Well, that's obvious.

The lights go out inside the arena as "Before I Forget" by Slipknot hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda...

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The crowd gets on their feet giving Virus a mixed reaction of cheers and jeers, but it's a very loud reaction. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands a little over six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 242 pounds...

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

Eric Emerson: He is a four time PWA World Champion... MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL!!!

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

The smashing guitar riffs of "Alcohol" hit the speakers and from the back walks The Ragin' Redneck Bubba. In his right hand he holds a bottle of liquor and he looks out at the crowd.

Eric Emerson: "From Durham North Carolina, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds... The Ragin' Redneck... YOUR... PWA... WORLD CHAMPION... Bubba!"

Bubba nods at the announcement of his name before walking slowly down to the entrance ramp. He gets some cheers, some boos, but all in all it is a mixed reaction. He walks up the ring steps with the World Title over his left shoulder and into the ring where he climbs the turnbuckle and chugs a gulp of the liquor in the bottle before putting the lid back on and setting it in his corner. He hands off the title to the referee who hands it to the timekeeper.

Brian Rentfro: These two guys look like they wanna kill each other.

Jon McDaniel: No love lost between these two, even if Engel has had the upperhand since that magical upset Bubba pulled off in early 2011.


Engel and Bubba immediately go at it, both delivering lefts and rights trying to back the other off. Bubba slips in a quick boot to Engel's gut and then uppercuts him, knocking Engel back a step. Bubba tries for the roaring elbow but Engel ducks and then levels Bubba with a monster clothesline. Bubba bounces back up and Engel takes him off his feet with a standing dropkick to the chest. Bubba gets back to his feet and Engel ducks a wild haymaker and knees Bubba in the gut. Engel drops Bubba with a snap DDT. Engel goes against the ropes and comes down with a big knee drop, but nobody's there! Bubba rolls up to his feet and tackles Engel with a Lou Thesz press and hammers him with several lefts and rights. Bubba pops up and fires himself up while Engel manages to make it to his feet. Bubba takes Engel down with a piledriver!

Brian Rentfro: Big time piledriver by the PWA World Champ and he's going for the win!




Jon McDaniel: Barely a two there as Virus manages to stay alive.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba has come out like a man possessed and Virus looks a little rusty.

Jon McDaniel: I'm sure it won't take long for him to shake it off.

Bubba grabs Engel by the head and brings him to his feet. Bubba fires off a few knife-edge chops and the crowd responds accordingly. Bubba whips Engel into the ropes but Engel reverses it! Bubba bounces off and flies back and Engel locks in his modified million dollar dream hold!

Brian Rentfro: Bubba is gettin' the life choked out of him!

Jon McDaniel: Engel is looking to put him asleep, or at least try to tame the beast a little bit. He couldn't afford to let Bubba stay on that offensive roll.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba drops to a knee as Engel squeezes tight. The referee asks Bubba if he wants to give up and Bubba responds... well.. as Bubba does.

Jon McDaniel: Same old Bubba.

Bubba tries to fight out of it but Engel has got it locked in nice and tight. Bubba is down to both knees now as Engel holds it in even more. Bubba seems to be on the brink of going to sleep but he surges alive and tries to fight out of it again. Bubba throw an elbow back wildly, trying to catch Engel in the face. Engel dodges and dodges. Bubba slows down again and falls on his butt, with Engel clenching on as hard as he can.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba is putting up a hell of a fight against Engel's submission hold here.

Jon McDaniel: But everyone goes to asleep eventually.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba seems to be heading in that direction.

Just as Bubba is about to pass out, he surges once more and catches an unsuspecting Engel right in the eye socket with his elbow! Engel grabs his face and lets go out of the hold as Bubba drops to the mat. Engel backs up to the ropes, rubbing his eye and screaming obscenities.

Brian Rentfro: And Bubba miraculously escapes that one.

Jon McDaniel: That was probably a one and a million shot he got in on Engel.

Brian Rentfro: Count it!

Engel walks over to Bubba and stomps him in the chest and head. Engel brings a fatigued Bubba up to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckles. Engel tries for a corner splash but Bubba moves out of the way just in time!

Brian Rentfro: Engel bounces off the turnbuckles and Bubba's going for the TPT!

Jon McDaniel: NO! Engel catches the boot! He swings him around and Engel tries for the Sons of Plunder!

Brian Rentfro: And Bubba slips out of it! He takes Engel down with a Russian legsweep!

Engel crashes to the mat and Bubba pops up. He begins to stomp Engel in the stomach and he tosses Engel out of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Engel lands hard in front of us here... that looked like it hurt.

Jon McDaniel: Well it certainly didn't look enjoyable, Brian.

Bubba nails Engel who's getting to his feet via the help of the ring apron with a big-time baseball slide. Engel slams into the announcer's table and Bubba climbs out of the ring. The referee... he touches his ear as if he's being told something in his earpiece.

Brian Rentfro: Why isn't he counting them out?

Jon McDaniel: I have no idea... but I guess the rules here are getting thrown out the window.

Brian Rentfro: Storm must have told the ref that he wanted a true winner.

Bubba slams Engel's face onto the announcer's table, sending some papers flying.

Brian Rentfro: HEY! I NEED THOSE!

Bubba shoots Brian a look of death and gives him a middle finger.

Brian Rentfro: Or... not.

Jon McDaniel: You need a fresh pair of underwear?

Brian Rentfro: Hopefully not.

Bubba slams Engel back-first into the ring apron and then tries to clothesline him against the ring but Engel moves out of the way. Bubba stops and goes after Engel, but Engel fights back with a kick to Bubba's gut. Engel throws Bubba's face first into the steel steps!

Brian Rentfro: Holy crap! Bubba's face bounced off those steps in a bad way!

Jon McDaniel: Is there a good way?!

Engel brings Bubba to his feet and picks him up, slamming him onto the steel steps. Engel grabs Bubba by his bald head and slides him into the ring. Engel wipes some blood off his forehead and slides into the ring behind Bubba. Engel takes Bubba down with a big time roundhouse kick, which he still knows how to do pretty well. Engel springboards off the middle rope and connects with a moonsault double foot stomp, his patented High Voltage signature move!

Engel goes for the cover...




Jon McDaniel: A close one there as Bubba was stunned by Engel's High Voltage.

Brian Rentfro: He can still fly pretty well considering the weight he's put on.

Jon McDaniel: It's not like he gained all that weight by eating Twinkies every day.

Brian Rentfro: They don't even make those anymore, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I.. what? They don't? Well, regardless, Engel is still in terrific shape. And he's going toe to toe with the PWA World Champion in an exciting main event match. He's the same competitor he's always been.

Brian Rentfro: Sheesh... you wanna borrow my knee pads?

Jon McDaniel: *beep* you.

Brian Rentfro: ....

Engel continues to work on Bubba J, but... just when Engel was about to turn things even more his way... or just when Bubba J was about to turn the tables... You Know Who shows up.

Brian Rentfro: Hey! A pirate just jumped the barricade!

Jon McDaniel: That's Simon Kalis, you idiot.

Brian Rentfro: Oh... right.

Kalis slides into the ring, but Virus is aware and turns around. Virus goes after him but Kalis dodges a clothesline and gouges Engel's same eye that Bubba knocked with his elbow earlier. Kalis finishes him off with Tears of Redemption!

Brian Rentfro: Damn it! Why does he have to ruin things?!

Jon McDaniel: Quiet! He'll hear you.

Kalis turns around to the referee and points toward a corner of the ring. The referee takes a big gulp and goes over there to talk to Eric Emerson. Simon Kalis rolls out of the ring with the bell ringing, all smiles.


Eric Emerson: And your winner of the match by disqualification... MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL!

Kalis dusts off his shoulders before grabbing the microphone from Emerson. The crowd isn't sure how to react, some boo him whilst some cheer him.

Simon Kalis: Speak of the devil, and he shall appear Matthew.

This elicits more boos now. Engel and Bubba are both trying to make it to their feet.

Simon Kalis: Although before you go ahead and jerk yourself off with a rush of power that you somehow brought me here. Face the facts Matthew my boy. You lost when you succumbed to my deal. No one is above my reach it seems, not even the great Virus. You said it yourself, you refuse to be used as a ratings boost. Yet here you are this week, and there you were last week being used for precisely that reason. Oh my, how big the return of Matthew fucking Engel has been. He’s no longer so methodical though is he? He’s just pumped up on fucking roids now, and while he still looks like Matthew Engel he sounds like he thinks he’s The Hulk.

Simon turns his attention to Bubba J and smiles. Bubba is finally realizing what's going on.

Simon Kalis: You see I wasn’t planning on being here. I had prior engagements, but a special Christmas gift fell into my lap from a dear old friend as everyone watching at home witnessed earlier. And the real reason I’m here is for you Bubba J. I’ve got a Golden Ticket, and I plan to cash it in.

Bubba J smiles, welcoming another battle with Simon. Though Engel looks like he’s ready to come after Simon, the anger popping the veins in his neck.

Simon Kalis: Engel, you’re reaching for a station you could never attain. Because I’m here to cash in my Golden Ticket, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

Simon rips his suit jacket and shirt off and slides into the ring but before the bell can ring, Matthew Engel lunges for him.

Brian Rentfro: Yes! They're gonna kill each other!

Jon McDaniel: Kalis tries for a pulverizing roundhouse kick but Engel ducks and chops Simon down at his left leg!

Kalis goes to the mat, in a great deal of pain, and Engel pounces on his left leg, stomping his knee as hard as he can. Bubba rolls out of the ring to grab his World Title, and a fan gives him a beer so he can watch the fight. Kalis is in obvious pain as Engel continues to go to work on that left knee. He brings Kalis to his feet, easily lifting him up into the Sons of Plunder, which takes Kalis out completely.

Jon McDaniel: Our fearless leader is down right now. We need security or something! We can't let this happen!

Brian Rentfro: I think you're right. We could all lose our jobs if we just stood by while Engel decimated the man who pays us.

At that point a group of security thugs comes down to the ring. Bubba slams the rest of his beer and decides to join in on the action. He runs right at the guards, taking down a couple of them while knocking out a few others with his World Title belt. The other ones try to contain and take Bubba down but they're having a tough time.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell? Why is Bubba J doing that?!

Brian Rentfro: Him and Engel aren't in cahoots are they?

Jon McDaniel: I.. seriously doubt it.

Brian Rentfro: Well maybe Bubba J got bored!

Engel has a wicked smile on his face. He slides out of the ring quickly before security overpowers Bubba J. Which.. still hasn't happened yet, amazingly. Engel grabs that microphone Kalis dropped and a Singapore cane out from underneath the ring. He slides back in and kicks Kalis in the face.

Matthew Engel: Your powers are weak, old man. Did you honestly think I'd stand here while you stole the World Championship?

Kalis squirms, holding onto his knee. Engel lets out a chuckle and gives him another stomp on his knee.

Matthew Engel: You may have me under your thumb. You may have control over me because of a stupid fucking contract. But when you step into this ring, you're no longer playing by your rules, puppetmaster. You play by mine.

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Engel drops the mic and musters all of his Hulk-like strength into shattering that Singapore cane against Simon's left knee. Engel does it repeatedly until the cane disintegrates into pieces. Kalis screams out in pain and rolls around, finally getting underneath the ropes and falling to the floor. Bubba J gets overwhelmed by security finally and they come storming into the ring. Engel motions them to bring it on. Engel manages to knock a few security guards out of the ring before he gets swarmed. Suddenly the PWA-Tron is filled with an American flag flowing in the breeze. Then words are spoken:

I am a real American
Fight for the rights of every man
I am a real American
Fight for what's right
Fight for your life

Guitars begin playing a clichéd riff and drums beat out a simple rhythm as the vocals begin

When it comes crashing down, and it hurts inside,
ya' gotta take a stand, it don't help to hide,
If you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride,
I gotta be a man; I can't let it slide,
I am a real American, Fight for the rights of every man,
I am a real American, fight for what's right, fight for your life!

Out onto the ramp walks a man wearing a star spangled mask. He is wearing a white t-shirt that reads 'Real Americana' on the front. He's wearing blue spandex pants, with a blue weightlifting belt that reads Mr. Americana and star spangled boots. Around his neck is a read, white, and blue feather boa.



I feel strong about right and wrong,
And I don't take trouble for very long,
I got something deep inside of me, and courage is the thing that keeps us free,
I am a real American, Fight for the rights of every man,
I am a real American, fight for what's right, fight for your life!

The masked man makes his way down the rampway. The masked man rips the t-shirt off his body and throws it at Bubba and leaps into the swarm composed of Bubba J and PWA security as those two begin to wail away at each other, red, white, and blue confetti falls from the ceiling. Despite security trying to pull them apart, both men exchange punches before the officials and security restrains them.

If you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride,
I gotta be a man; I can't let it slide,
I am a real American, Fight for the rights of every man,
I am a real American, fight for what's right, fight for your life!
I am a real American, Fight for the rights of every man,
I am a real American, fight for what's right, fight for your life!



Brian Rentfro: MR. AMERICANA?