Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
Champions


01-09-2009


Clamoring , yammering, a small collected hubbub, the PWA venue could be described as such. The packed seats, the raised voices of vendors selling their wares, the aftermath of the conclusion of previous matches and the speculations of those to come causing a jumbled ruckus within the arena. His disappearance fell off no tongues this night. That was until a familiar bass riff blasted into the PA system, the intro to “Battle Song” By Ensiferum, the same song that announced the coming of the “Celtic Fury” Jacob Figgins. The members looked onward to the entrance ramp, and watched as the figure of Jacob Figgins emerged from behind the curtain, a mic in his right hand. Paying no mind to the response of the crowd, he walked down the ramp and into the squared circle. His green eyes roaming the arena, getting the sights, the sounds, the very smells introduced back to his psyche. Finally, he lifted the mic to his maw, a smirk curling upon his lips.

“ Damn, they said there was going to be beer here”

Obviously, Figgins had heard about the joke floating around PWA that if someone brought beer, the Celtic Fury would return. Simply shrugging off the joke with a wave of his right hand, he raised the mic back to his lips.

“Joking aside, I am guessing there is a lot of explaining to do. Now, I guess the cause of my disappearance could lead all the way back to before my debut in PWA. You see, the day after I got medically cleared to wrestle, I debuted on PWA. The problem? My doctor read my head X-rays and MRIs wrong and cleared me a week too early. So I was going into PWA with a concussion that wasn’t fully healed, a recipe for disaster. But as the tale of the tape will tell you, I was perfectly fine for a while, even claiming title while I was here. But during the last few weeks, I began to suffer blinding headaches, I simply popped a couple aspirin and made my way to the ring. I thought it was simply from the lack of sleep I have been suffering, little did I know, that was also a symptom. But finally the time of passing things off came to an abrupt end, my last match here, against Engel proved to be the final straw. After I left the ring, my limbs felt like lead, I barely made the walk over to the parking lot to go back home. Suddenly I blacked out, damn near getting ran over by a fan who decided to leave early. Luckily, I wasn’t and they were nice enough to call an ambulance.

Arriving at the hospital I discovered that my concussion was severely aggravated. So, I got on the phone with Mr. Robinson, thinking it would only be a couple weeks. But as time carried on, I realized that recovering from this would take longer than I expected. Nearly two months now huh?”

Jacob paused, letting it all soak into the craniums of the fans, before he decided to continue.

“But, that is a past matter, I must now look to what is presently before me. I am now no longer the holder of the Grizzly Beer Championship. I’d like to congratulate El Ray on his win of the title at Christmas at ground Zero. I have no malice toward you winning it, granted, if I get a shot at the title I will jump on it. Of course, the same will stand for any shot at a title. Anywho, I have a lot of work to do, and hopefully the management will let me start that work very soon. Let it be known, that the Celtic Fury has arisen from the ashes and will bring his destruction back to the PWA” Figgins dropped the mic and started to exit the ring, before we once more, glance into the blackness.

Vitaly Petrov vs Scottie Snow


Scottie came out this week with major points he wanted to prove not only to his fans, but to the Heavyweight champion, The Phoenix. For once in his career, he actually dominated the match from the beginning. Vetraly got in a few good moves trying to stop the overwhelming and quite unexpected offense of Scottie Snow. Vitraly would hit a clothesline for Scottie to bounce right back up with an uppercut or a number of other moves. In the end, Vitaly was just unable to keep on the defensive and was unable to kick out of The Snow Plow that sent him flying across the ring. Moke Doshky came out and stared down Scottie, allowing the Dragon to come up behind Snow and lay him out with a Dragonwing suplex. Petrov got to his feet and hit the Hammer for the win.

Winner: Vitaly Petrov

Backstage...


The Phoenix and Alex Wilkie are seen walking together. Phoenix has the PWA title over his left shoulder.

Phoenix: And that's how I get my hair so sparkly.

Wilkie: But what do you do about these pesky split ends.

The two laugh, but stop. Standing in front of them, staring at them with a look of pure discontent, is the new television champion, Malicious. The television title hangs around his right shoulder, so it is opposite the PWA title.

Phoenix: Well, look what the cat threw up

Malicious replies by tilting his head to the side, and taking a nice long look at the PWA title. Phoenix awkwardly laughs.

Phoenix: Yep, she's a bute, isnt she. But, we really need to go. I try to only talk to important people.

Phoenix and Wilkie go to walk by, but Malicious steps sideways to block their path. He looks back at Phoenix.

Malicious: For once, you actually deserve what you have taken. But you better enjoy it for now. Because as soon as I can, I will take it from you. One way, or another.

Phoenix doesn't even blink.

Phoenix: Great, super. Now seriously, important people await. And by important, I mean anyone other than you.

Malicious steps over, allowing the two to pass. As they walk by, Malicious stares with a scowl on his face. Alex Wilkie suddenly reappears.

Wilkie: You know the difference between you and me kiddo? Well, besides the talent, the good looks, and the leagions of fans. I took off my mask.

Wilkie slaps the side of Malicious's face and disapears. Malicious grits his teeth, before letting out a scream, and throwing a near by trash can.

Interview...


"Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica hits the PA system as Matthew Engel limps out from backstage. There is somewhat of a good reaction for him from the fans. Everyone is on their feet as Engel makes his way down to the ring. He has a cast on his right ankle, and other noticeable bandages underneath his dark green tuxedo.

Brian Rentfro: But.. how?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Brian. I really don't.

Matthew Engel reaches the ring and asks for a microphone immediately. He makes his way into the ring and the music dies down.

Matthew Engel: I guess some of you are surprised to see me.

The crowd reacts, giving him cheers and boos. But, regardless, they're all on their feet.

Matthew Engel: There are some rumors going around that I won't be able to make my scheduled match at Unsanctioned. Well, let's put some things to rest right now.

I am not one hundred percent, as you can see.

Brian Rentfro: Is he out here to announce that he won't be able to wrestle?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know Brian.

Matthew Engel: Being left for dead can do quite a number on the human body. It's a shock to your system, a reality check for your mind. I have to get my priorities straight in my life, and unfortunately this is no longer a priority for me.

Jon McDaniel: His career isn't a priority? What he's been doing the last eight years isn't a priority?

Brian Rentfro: I guess not.

The crowd shuffles a bit, not knowing what to expect. Engel delivers.

Matthew Engel: That is why I'm announcing my permanent retirement from wrestling.

The crowd erupts in mostly boos, and there are some shocked faces in the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Um.. what?

Brian Rentfro: Isn't he a little young to be thinking of retirement?

Jon McDaniel: Being over 30 is considered old in wrestling, Brian. Just keep that in mind. Our commissioner is only 33.

Matthew Engel: I know the disappointment this will cause some of you, especially a few people in the back. There are those who would love to get another shot or two on me, and there are those that don't want to see my career end this way, but I have to. These last three months have been so turbulent and destructive that I can no longer continue. And when it comes to someone dragging you out an ambulance, beating you down, and leaving you for dead, a line has been crossed.

Scott.

Oh Scott.

Don't you worry. Next Friday at Unsanctioned will be my last match.

The crowd erupts again, mostly in cheers this time.

Jon McDaniel: No way!

Brian Rentfro: It looks like Engel's career isn't quite over! He's accepting Strader's challenge!

Jon McDaniel: But, look at him! How can he compete against Scott? He has a broken ankle!

Brian Rentfro: I don't know, Jon, but I do know that this could possibly be the final chapter to a great career and I know Engel will give everything he has to make sure he comes out on top.

Matthew Engel: I'll see you in Tokyo, Scott.

Engel drops the mic as "Nothing Else Matters" kicks back up and then he leaves the ring. The crowd erupts again in anticipation for a great match.

Jon McDaniel: There you have it folks, Engel versus Strader is FINALLY confirmed!

Brian Jon McDaniel: Boxer must be riveted right now! He went on record saying Matt was definitely out of the match.

Jon McDaniel: I guess Matt disagrees!

Riona/Stone/Flynn/Wilkie vs PX/Lazarus/Hayes/Malicious

#1 Contender Tournament


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and it is your Friday Night Rampage main event of the evening.

The cranking of a tractor is heard throughout the arena and the video entrance of Jethro Hayes begins playing over the big screen.
Cows moo, on the screen cows are shown in a green pasture. Pigs are oinking, on the screen pigs run around in mud within a fence. The scene on the screen
goes to rolling hills, showing combines in the field harvesting crops, tractors harrowing the ground preparing for the new crop; semi trucks are hauling
off the harvested crop. A man walks up the 3 steps and opens the door on the cab of his John Deere tractor, he is wearing a John Deere trucker hat, and
is missing a few teeth, evident by the grinning face he turns to the camera, he waves at the camera; it is part of a family video. He climbs on into the
cab of the tractor; along with the cranking of the tractor on the screen, the beginning of Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver begins to play over
the speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John Deere 4720 tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up from the muffler.


~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy

When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an hour.

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... Jethro Hayes!"

With the mentioning of his name, Jethro toots the tractor's horn inside the cab and waves to the crowd, he revs the tractor's engine slightly in response
to the crowd.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while reving the tractor to full power; then he shuts the tractor
off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge pop, he waves and climbs down. Jethro is wearing overalls with a yellow John Deere shirt underneath, brown
Wolverine boots, and a John Deere hat.

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.


~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with the music.

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in the air, still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a fiddle.

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

The lights cut out. What's heard next is Ozzy Ozbourne's howl from "Bark at the Moon." As it finishes, the song begins.

Screams break the silence,
Waking from the dead of night!
Vengeance is boiling,
His return to kill the light.

A spotlight appears and standing inside the circle of light is Malicious.

Then when hes found, who hes looking for,
Listen in awe, and you'll hear him,
BARK AT THE MOON!

As Ozzy laughs, Malicious begins his decent down the ramp. A few members of the live crowd hold out their hands, but he simply knocks them away.

Years spent in torment,
Buried in a nameless grave.
Now he has risen,
Miracles would have to save.
Those that the beast is looking for,
Listen in awe, and you'll hear him,
BARK AT THE MOON!

Malicious finally arrives at the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope, before rolling to the opposite corner. He rolls into the corner, and sits against
the post, waiting for his opponent.

Before his introductions commence, the cameras cut backstage to Corey Lazarus walking down the corridor to the Gorilla Position, light bruises still covering his entire body. PWA's ace reporter Bud Adams rushes over to him, his mic waving frantically in the air as he tries to catch the former World champion before he makes his way to the ring.

Adams: Corey! Corey! Can I have a moment with you?!

Corey just looks over Bud once and shrugs, continuing his stride to the entrance stage.

Lazarus: Sure. What's on your mind?

Adams: Corey, word around the watercooler and the Internet is that you're contemplating retirement from the ring by Genesis 9. Is there any truth to that?!

Corey stops dead in his tracks and raises an eyebrow. He looks Bud straight in the eye, and just flashes his trademark devilish grin.

Lazarus: There's a little bit of truth to every lie, Bud. That's all I'm saying.

Adams: But Laz...Laz!!

Corey marches off to the Gorilla position, and Bud sighs, discontent with how the interview went.

The lights in the arena die, and the ADC-Tron shows nothing but a black and white film countdown

A massive drumroll cues up The Crown's "Crowned in Terror," and brutal metal riffing pours from the PA system. The riffs build and then die as one guitar
plays, with the drums and other instruments coming in to accent. The 35-second mark cues...

HYUH!

...and Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain, his eyes hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, his arms hanging at his sides
after he runs his fingers over his moustache and goatee.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time...

A primal scream covers the music at the 44-second mark, and Lazarus steps further onto the stage, turning around slowly to take a quick look at the ADC-Tron
before stopping at the end of the stage, his back to the ramp and the ring before turning around.

Oh, it's not over yet
Consuming flames of the faceless one
There's no time to repent
As you bow before the serpent god

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 230 pounds...

Lazarus jogs in place at the end of the stage, shaking out his limbs, and then begins walking solemnly down the ramp. He points up at the ADC-Tron, focusing
everybody's attention to images of his glory: dropping Phoenix on his head with the Mercury Driver to win the 2008 Who's The Man tournament; kicking out
after being drilled with Raizzor's Tombstone Shoulderbreaker at Revolutions Per Minute; rolling out of the way of Sean Moro's Near Death Experience and
kipping up to his feet, lifting Moro up and dropping him head-first to the mat with the Mercury Driver to capture the DRWF Eternal title.

There's no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
And ready to attack
The jaws of death are hungry like a war

Eric Emerson: And standing at 6-foot-1...

Corey turns around to face the ring as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between
the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again.

Songs of death shall kill the lies forever, and ever
Baptized, burning, cold flames will purify my soul
Our hearts are rotten to the core

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...

Lazarus steps into the ring and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. The music keeps
pounding away as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.

Behead the prophets
Their skulls: trophies in the final war

Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction"...

Lazarus bobs his head quickly to the beat of the song, breathing heavier and heavier as he does so.

The plague of man, crowned in terror
Hate and soulless might

Corey leaps to his feet as the main riff returns at the end of the chorus, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban's off, turning his
body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

"Crowned in Terror" fades into silence as Corey backs up to his corner, removing his Ray Ban's and handing them off to a ringside attendant. He adjusts
the tape on his hands, and then stretches his legs out using the middle ropes.

Jon McDaniel: And now for their opponents...

Brian Rentfro: How long is this entrancing stuff going to take?

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the
entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled
up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
Jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the rampway as Red lights flicker throuhout the arena.
On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed
body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, from Seattle, Washington...

The house lights dim, as the image of a red ouroboros flashes on the monitor...

Amidst the cheering, "The Pot" subtly begins to play over the arena.

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been... high
You must have been... high

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...

As the sounds of Tool kick up and the bass begins to resonate, Jamie Flynn appears at the top of the ramp to the ovation of his fans. Wearing his trademark
Aviators and a black hoodie, he raises his arm to them and begins his walk to the ring.

Foot in mouth and head up ass
So whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out. boy,

You must have been... so high
You must have been... so high

Eric Emerson: He is... JAMIE FLYNN!!

He slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. He walks briskly to a corner and hops up, throwing one arm up into the air and soaking in a few
more moments of the crowds' admiration.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Musta got lemon juice up in your... eye!
When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must have been... high! high!
You must have been... high! high!

Removing his shades and sweater, he hands them off to an official outside the ring and moves to his corner, where he stretches out a few last-minute kinks
and waits for the match to begin.

A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, the lights flickering along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the arena shut off completely,
and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd claps along with the music as images of angels and death flash across the screen,
superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning, the music stops and a massive
explosion of pyro goes off as the metal part of the intro begins, the lights coming back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala
begins singing.

### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front
of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, the red bangs at
the front hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.

### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###

The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her
arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face. A huge pop occurs as
a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out. She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would
be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers
to switch back to blue.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first/next... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot
nine inches. She is the current, reigning, defending... UNCONTESTED, UNDEFEATED, AND UNDISPUTED... PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!!

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###

Riona unstraps the PWA Intercontinental Championship from her waist and raises it high with one arm, pacing across the entrance ramp and showing everyone
what she's got as the lasers turn back to red with Tajra's voice returning.

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona lowers her arm and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over
her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd. The arching
shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks.
Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs.
She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose with the Intercontinental Championship in her right hand as silver pyro shoots
up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some
last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

DING! DING!

Jamie Flynn and Malicious lock up in the middle of the ring; Jamie whips Malicious into the ropes. Malicious returns and Jamie bends for a back body drop; Malicious leap frogs over the bent man. Malicious hits th opposite ropes and as Jamie goes to stand back up to a vertical base Malicious flies over with a leg drop to the back of Jamie's neck. Jamie's chin connects violently with the mat. Malicious is up springboarding with a moonsault onto Jamie's prone body. There isn't any quit in Jamie as he makes it back to his feet, but is met with a spinning roundhouse kick to his skull and he rolls over clutching at his temple where the force of the blow connected solidly.

Brian Rentfro: Malicious is on fire early.

Jon McDaniel: The television champion showing why he is a champion.

Brian Rentfro: Not to mention basically cheating Pohatu out of the belt.

Jon McDaniel: Good point.

Malicious tucks Jamie's head up under his armpit and lifts mightily going for a suplex. Jamie blocks and counters with the back body drop meant for Malicious earlier. Jamie turns to inflict some more damage, but Malicious has reached up for a tag and Jamie's former partner is tagged into the match, Jamie grins and motions for Jethro to come on in. These two lock up with Jethro's strength coming into play as he gains the advantage quickly wrenching Jamie's arm back over Jamie's own shoulder. Jamie falls to the mat kicking out with authority at the feet of Jethro. The kick connects and Jethro is on the mat along with Jamie, who is quickly now back up to his feet. Jamie runs to the ropes springboarding with a back elbow smash onto the chest of Jethro. After connecting with the springboarding move, Jamie rolls on through the move to stand back up on his feet he drops a knee onto Jethro's knee and the farmer turned wrestler grabs it in pain. Leaping into the air, Jamie drops a leg across his throat. Bending down, he grabs the hair on Jethro's head pulling him up to his feet Jamie proceeds to deliver a series of rib kicks to Jethro's ribs. Jethro stumbles back into a neutral corner and Jamie follows in still delivering the hard rib kicks with vigor and purpose. Right before Jethro is pinned into the corner, he manages to grab one of the flying kicks and holds it with a grin on his face. Jamie is unperturbed as he lashes out with an inseguri kick aiming at Jethro's head. Jethro ducks under the kick allowing the captured foot to turn in his grasp. Jamie barely manages to avoid straddling himself on the ropes by Jethro who catches the still revolving man in a rear waistlock and he powers him up and down with a single release German suplex. Jamie slides across the ring to the other neutral corner, a look of shock and wonder beginning to grace his face. However, Jamie is quickly up and charging at Jethro who charges back a double clothesline and both men are down on the mat. The referee knowing how important this match doesn't bother with a count, it doesn't really matter either way because both men are getting back to their feet. Jamie being the smaller and quicker of the two grabs Jethro's wrist whipping him into the ropes. Jamie quickly hits the ropes behind Jethro and with him being quicker, he catches up with a bulldog onto Jethro. Jethro doesn't go down, he runs with Jamie attached to his neck and he spins with Jamie's back hitting the ropes. Having hit the ropes, the two repel back to the middle of the ring, Jamie still being attached to Jethro's neck and Jethro slams on the brakes quick, causing Jamie's legs to fly up in front of his body. Jethro grabs the chaotic high flyer dropping him to the mat with a sidewalk slam. Now both men are on the mat breathing extremely hard. Jethro is closer to Jamie's partners and Jamie is closer to Jethro's partners.

Brian Rentfro: What a move from Jethro, showing some smarts.

Jon McDaniel: Where did he pull that out from?

Jamie is winded as is the much bigger Jethro Hayes. Jethro begins to roll over to his hands and knees as beside him Jamie is doing the exact same thing. They both look at the progress of the other and as they stand, they wobble slightly before tearing into each other again. Forearm shot to Jethro rib shot to Jamie, both are fighting with energy they are getting from some deep reservoirs inside their souls. Right fist to Jethro and gut shot to Jamie finally slows the onslaught of the few fierce blows. Jethro picks Jamie up for the Planter and as he spins to Plant him in the middle of the ring, Viktor Stone charges in spearing Jethro to the mat. Jethro lets Jamie fall to the mat having received some portion of the Planter, but not nearly enough to receive a pin attempt even if Jethro wanted to make a pin.Project X steps over the ropes as Viktor makes his way back to his corner and Project X just stares him down, but the damage has already been done. PX grabs the wrist of Jethro dragging him to their corner but before he makes his way out of the ring, Jamie is drug into their corner as well. Jethro seems to be out cold but a few slaps from PX brings him around, but he isn't sure where in the world he is at. PX points to himself and makes a tagging him in motion and Jethro suddenly remembers that he is in a match; he nods in understanding. He rolls over and is up to his feet as PX steps back over the ropes to the ring apron. Jethro grabs the wrist of Jamie lifting him up to his feet and twisting his arm as he makes a backwards tag to Project X and now one of the biggest if not the biggest men in PWA history is in the ring. Big boot to Jamie's exposed shoulder as Jethro lets the wristlock go and is out of the ring and on the apron. Jethro is breathing hard, but is finally glad to catch a breather.

Jon McDaniel: Jamie has been in this match from the beginning, he has to be worn down.

Jon McDaniel: It is showing and Jamie is prime picking for Project X.

Project X wraps his huge hands around the throat of Jamie lifting him high up into the air in a double handed chokehold. The referee has no choice but begin administering a five count.

ONE! - Jamie is beginning to turn a dark shade of red from Project X's firm grip.

TWO! - PX looks up at Jamie who is beginning to struggle less and less.

THREE! - The members of the other team run in to stop the hold, but the members of PX's team come in to intercept them; the ref's concentration on the count is broken by all of the maylay going on the ring. Jethro is brawling with The Beast, Corey and Riona are trading blows with verocity and vigor, and Malicious is going toe to toe with Alex Wilkie. Meanwhile, Jamie is still up in the double chokehold and his eyes are beginning to show whites through the barely raised eyelids. Riona and Corey tumble to the outside as on the other side of the ring Viktor and Jethro do the same; Alex is getting the best of Malicious momentarily, but is distracted from what is happening to his partner. A laugh is heard from Project X as Jamie goes limp in his hands. Kick out by Jamie to the unsuspecting PX, the grip loosens and somehow Jamie lifts his legs in front of his body delivering a short dropkick to PX's masked face. PX stumbles backwards, leaning over the top rope. Jamie lands on the mat on his feet, but wobbles heavily. Seeing an oppurtunity to get even better rest, he runs at PXwith a scissor kick across his throat, but both men go over the top rope tumbling to the outside, PX and Jamie land in a heap right front of the announce table.

Jon McDaniel: Up close and personal here Brian.

Brian Rentfro: John, that is the type of action you get here in PWA.

Alex has Malicious bent over the top rope choking the life out of him while the look on his face is one of big time concentration. Malicious manages to place a stiff elbow shot to Alex' unprotected ribs and the choke lessens. Malicious spins around quickly with a right fist to Alex causing him to stumble back and Malicious is on top of him with rights and lefts.Malicious drops down to the mat sweeping the legs of Alex Wilkie out from under him and Alex falls down on his back as Malicious goes to the top turnbuckle. Meanwhile outside Jethro receives the Whipper Snapper from Viktor and is down as Malicious sweeps the legs out from under Alex. Viktor grins, the other masked man in this match not knowing that he is in danger. Viktor grabs a steel chair from a fan at ringside and scales the steps at the corner as Malicious prepares to leap.

*THWACK!* - Malicious goes down to the mat, his forehead connecting with the raised knee of Alex Wilkie and he appears to be out cold. Vincent stands there, steel chair in hand, and grins sadistically. Vincent walks through the ropes, calmly, standing over Malicious' legs, he brings the chair down in a jabbing motion onto Malicious' knee.

Jon McDaniel: Malicious is out cold and has no idea of the pain he is going to be in when he wakes up.

Brian Rentfro: There is action everywhere, the ref has lost control.

Indeed the referee has lost control and is just standing inside the ring with a confused look on his face, he has no idea what to do or if they will do what he says. Corey and Riona are tossing rights and lefts at each other with utter abandon, not trying to protect themself just trying to cause as much damage as they can to the other adversary. Riona catches Corey with a stiff European Uppercut and the Hollywood actor leans backward from the blow, Riona has her oppurtunity and charges with a MMA takedown striking with her fists and elbows as they go over the barracade that surrounds the ring. Riona places her knees on each side of Corey's body and is pummeling his face with the tenacity of a dog tearing into a raw steak. Corey manages to roll his attacker over and now she is on her back.

Brian Rentfro: Not the first time for Riona to be in that position.

Jon McDaniel: Stop it. Just call the match.

Brian Rentfro: What was I doing? Eating supper?

Jon McDaniel: Nevermind.

Riona looks up into the oncoming Lazarus fists as it is his turn to pummel his prey. Corey slaps the taste out of Riona's mouth with a backhanded smack that is heard twenty rows deep into the crowd. The ref is trying to regain some sort of control as he stops the two on one attack by Alex and Viktor by getting them into their corner; Jethro helps Malicious to their own corner as out in the crowd Corey and Riona still roll around throwing fists and knee shots.

Jon McDaniel: Flynn and PX still have not moved since they both came flying over the top rope nearly five minutes ago.

Brian Rentfro: Would you?

Jon McDaniel: Point well taken.

Just as the announcers say those words of wisdom, Jamie and PX begin to stir around. They move slowly at first, but at the look of the other moving they pick up the speed. Once again with Jamie being the smaller of the two, he is up to his feet first and placing stiff toe kicks to PX, who is on his hands and knees. Jamie looks up at the ring and runs and leaps onto the corner of the apron diving up into the air coming down onto the back of PX. Jamie rolls into the ring, perhaps the freshest person in this match even though he has been in it from the beginning. Jethro and Malicious come down to PX's side helping him to his feet, PX is a little unsteady on his feet, but quickly regains his equilibrim as he looks up into the face of Jamie Flynn. Not able to ignore the oppurtunity, Jamie takes a running start leaping over the top rope with a plancha, but as Jethro and Malicious dive out of the way PX catches the diving Jamie. Jamie tries to struggle out of his grip, but his back is rammed repeatedly into the corner ringpost; Jamie's struggles soon cease. PX turns around growling like a bear as he slams Jamie down onto the announce table.

Brian Rentfro: Right in our laps John.

Jon McDaniel: Get it in the ring Project X.

PX either did not hear him or is just choosing to ignore John McDaniel as he drops a huge elbow into Jamie's midsection. The ref has finally gotten the brawling Riona and Corey into their respective corners and he begins to administer the ten count.

ONE... - PX drops another elbow into Jamie's midsection.

TWO... - PX climbs up onto the ring apron diving to the announce table with a sort of falling body splash, the table creaks under the impact.

THREE... - PX grabs a steel chair whacking Jamie over the head with it, the chair denting slightly.

FOUR... - PX delivers a massive chair shot to Jamie's midsection.

FIVE... - PX places the chair onto his midsection.

SIX... - PX climbs back to the ring apron as he aligns himself with Jamie Flynn.

Jon McDaniel: He isn't going to...

Brian Rentfro: MOVE!

SEVEN... - The announcers move out of the way, sort of scurrying past the video cameras.

EIGHT... - PX dives from the apron with his full weight coming to crash down on top of Jamie Flynn as the table disentigrates from the force and weight.

NINE... - Jethro and Corey work together to roll Project X back into the ring, saving a double countout end to the match. As Corey and Jethro were doing that, Malicious rolls Jamie back under the bottom rope, now both men are inside the ring. PX manages to cover Jamie for a pin attempt.

ONE... - Jamie isn't moving.

TWO... - Jamie still isn't moving, is he even breathing?

Jamie kicks out right as the count of three was coming down and some workers from the back come down to hopefully fix the announcers somewhere to call the match. Project X cannot believe that Jamie kicked out and neither can anyone else in the arena. PX gets up to his feet pulling Jamie up to his. He boots Jamie into the injured midsection, placing his head between his legs lifts Jamie up for a piledriver in the middle of the ring. Jamie kicks his legs wildly managing to somehow get back to where his feet are touching the mat. PX can't believe it as Jamie was able to counter the piledriver. Jamie's head drops slightly as PX lets the hold go barely, Jamie lifts his head up into PX's crotch with a low blow Project X grabs himself between the legs. He turns around cupping his injured balls as Jamie leaps high into the air taking PX down with a bulldog. Both men are down and breathing harder than ever. There is still no voice coming from the announcers as their table hasn't been repaired. Jamie looks up to his corner and begins to crawl, his energy spent from the match. PX rolls over onto his back then on over to his front as he crawls towards his corner. Jamie tags in the first person he can reach and its Riona Langly who quickly rushes in to stop PX mere inches away from tagging Corey Lazarus into the match. Riona grabs ahold of the right ankle of PX and dragging him near their own corner. Riona locks on a ankle lock grinding the bones of PX's ankle as she wrenches first one way then the other. PX howls out in pain from the torture, but he does not tap out. Riona reaches up tagging in Alex Wilkie Alex dives from the top turnbuckle with a frog splash onto the back of PX. Alex then proceeds to gring the neck of PX into dust with a hard grinding side headlock on the mat. Alex looks over at their opponents and grins as he lifts PX to his knees dropkicking him backwards into the corner. Alex begins to Mud Stomp the weary form of PX in the corner. Alex reaches up to tag in Viktor Stone into the contest and the two work in tandem in breaking down Project X.

Jon McDaniel: Are we on?

Brian Rentfro: We are back, I hear you loud and clear John.

Jon McDaniel: Sorry about that folks, but the action got a little close.

Brian Rentfro: Not to mention destroying that equipment. Wonder who has to foot that bill?

Alex is forced out of the ring as PX is just there seated in the corner; Viktor begins his own barrage against the masked man with a series of Maui Thai strikes to Project X's knees and thighs. The force of the blows is minimized because of the seated PX, but they hurt still the same. Viktor drives a running knee lift into Project X's face then he begins to deliver knee lifts to the throat and masked face of Project X. Viktor goes for a pummeling in the corner, but Project X seems to have had enough as he grabs the throat of Viktor squeezing with every thing he is worth. Viktor gulps but gets nothing but a dry click and PX is now standing up he tosses Viktor like a rag doll across the ring and turns to Viktor's partners. They try to come into the ring but a big boot to Jamie sends him flying back through the ropes, a clothesline to Alex sends him flying up and over the top rope, and Riona charges at the feet of PX intending to take him down that way, but a boot to her face and a he grabs her hair. Riona is still brawling trying to get out of the vise grip PX has on her hair as he swings her around by the hair tossing her to his corner. As he walks by the prone and still gasping Viktor, he stomps on the back of his neck. He bends down grasping Viktor by the nape of the neck and delivers a massive Probe to the wide eyed Viktor.

Jon McDaniel: The Probe!

Brian Rentfro: But will he make a pin for a win or deliver more damage?

Project answers this question by covering up Viktor for a pin.

ONE... - Riona is up.

TWO... - Riona drops a knee across Project X's neck and the pin is broken up.

Brian Rentfro: Riona with a save there.

Jon McDaniel: Keeping her team alive here.

Riona stomps away at Project X who has gotten a third or fourth wind and is up on his feet quickly. He charges at Riona but is tripped up by Viktor, who is still on the mat. Viktor has Project in an ankle lock and the big man seems to be going down. Riona gets back through the ropes to stand beside her returned teammmates. PX turns to stomp away at the head of Viktor but the hold is relased and Viktor charges at PX. Project X manages to somehow catch Viktor with a spinning facebuster to the mat. He drags Viktor over to his corner and tags in Corey Lazarus.

Jon McDaniel: Until that tag, Corey had been the only person not being legal in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Malicious hasn't.

Jon McDaniel: He was the first one in the match.

Brian Rentfro: Oh yeah, right.

Corey stands as PX whips Viktor hard into their corner as Viktor is rebounding from the impact of his back meeting the corner paddin Corey is there and ready. Corey delivers a low kick to the inside of Viktor's thigh around the femural artery area, and then follows it up with a mid-roundhouse kick to his ribs.
Corey then leaps into Viktor and sandwiches his head with a downward Muay Thai elbow thrust to the top of Viktor's head, and a rising Muay Thai knee
to his jaw.

Brian Rentfro: Combo Number 5.

Viktor is stunned from the blows and is just sitting on the mat now as Corey smirks with his accomplishment. Corey begins to deliver stiff knees to Viktor trying to bloody his Dome of Destruction partner's head. Corey bends down to backslap Viktor's face upon doing so, a huge red welp appears on Viktor's cheek. Corey with a quick roundhouse kick to Viktor's jaw, Corey lands both feet back on the mat before nailing him with a right roundhouse kick, Corey then follows up with a left roundhouse kick before stopping with a full left roundhouse kick and Viktor's face is bloody from the ferocity Corey was delivering the blows with. Corey backs away and runs with a dropkick to Viktor's prone body in the corner. Viktor is helpless in the corner, his team unable to do anything to help him. Pulling him to his feet, Lazarus kicks Viktor in the back of his leg, causing him to fall to one knee. Corey delivers a stiff kick to Viktor's chest, and then another stiff kick to his upper back. Corey then hits the ropes, and charges at Viktor but is drilled by a big Canadian clothesline from Alex Wilkie, who has had enough. Corey and Alex begin brawling back and forth as Viktor lies on the mat catching his breath. The referee finally breaks up the scuffle before all members get involved and Corey walks back to Viktor, who is still on the mat, blood dripping from lip. He bends to pull Viktor to his feet, but is quickly rolled up in a pin attempt.

ONE...

TWO...

THR-- Corey kicks out, but just barely before the third and final count. Malicious had been perched on the top rope, but didn't want to cause injury to Corey as well if he leaped from the top turnbuckle, he climbs down to the ring apron to stand beside Jethro. Corey is up and pissed that he nearly got pinned, drop toe hold from Viktor and Corey is brought back down to the mat. Corey is back up and another drop toe hold carries him face first back down to the mat. Corey pounds the mat with his fist and regains his feet, avoiding a third drop toe hold and him and Viktor lock up.

Jon McDaniel: Collar and elbow tie up.

Brian Rentfro: Viktor with the advantage leaning Corey back towards the ropes.

Corey tries to sweep the legs out from under Viktor, but he releases the collar and elbow tie up jumping into the air, the attempt is futil and Viktor stands there with a look of madness coming across his features. He swings a huge haymaker that Corey ducks spinning around Stone to his back. Viktor is now grabbed in a rear waistlock and he lifts Viktor up in a German Suplex.

Brian Rentfro: Corey loves those release German Suplexes.

Jon McDaniel: Viktor is trying to block it.

Viktor grabs the top rope to prevent the German suplex by Corey. Lazarus kicks the back of Viktor's knee and he releases the ropes momentarily, Corey up with the release German suplex again, Viktor blocks it with the ropes. Viktor leans forward quickly and with a lot of strength and Corey is tossed over the top rope to the outside.

Brian Rentfro: Not again.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe not.

Corey manages to land on his feet, his back to the ring and Viktor lands a baseball slide into Corey's shoulder blades. Corey stumbles forward into the barracade and he turns around to face Viktor head on. Viktor is out of the ring and charges at Corey.

ONE...

Corey back body drops Viktor over the barracade and into the fans.

TWO...

Viktor manages to grab Corey around the neck as he was going over and the result is an inverted DDt.

THREE...

The barracade keeps Corey's head from making contact with the concrete floor, but the barracade digs into the ribs, Corey gets pain but maybe it isn't as bad as it could have been.

FOUR...

Corey grabs at his ribs, wincing in pain as he does so. Viktor stands up on the other side of the barracade.

FIVE...

Viktor has a steel chair in hand and Corey is unaware.

SIX...

Viktor climbs to stand on the barracade, balancing there.

SEVEN...

Viktor dives swinging the chair down in an arch to make contact with Corey's head.

EIGHT...

Corey turns around just in time todeliver a kneelift into the steel chair, causing both himself pain and Viktor's face to make full on contact with it.

NINE...

Corey rolls into the ring, breaking the count before he rolls back outside. Corey grabs the dented steel chair, with the imprint of Viktor's face on its back, and brings it down in an arch to make contact with the back of Viktor's head. The Beast is still struggling to his feet as once again Corey breaks the count before returning to his work. He brings the chair down again, Viktor falls to lay flat on the floor. Corey breaks the count again and it is obvious that the referee is getting frustrated with Corey'a antics. Lazarus bends down to grab Viktor by his head, but Viktor shoots up grasping the leg of Corey and dropping him with a fireman's carry slam to the hard floor. Both men are down on the outside and the referee begins his slow ten count once again in this match.

ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX...

SEVEN...
Corey is still on the floor as Viktor manages his hands and knees.

EIGHT...

Corey is still prone and Viktor is up to his feet shakily, but to his feet.

NINE...

Viktor looks at the ring and stumbles forward.

TE-- Viktor manages to just get his head under the bottom rope breaking the count. Corey is now moving really slowly, the back of his head having made full on contact with the hard concrete floor. Corey rolls over to his front, where his head had been is a pool of red liquid now soaking into the floor. Corey is shaky and falls onto his side outside of the ring. Viktor has nothing but his head in the ring and is trying to crawl into the squared circle. He backs upand grabs the middle rope using it for leverage as he rolls on through and into the ring. Corey is up onto his hands and knees again, but is still shakey but not as much as before. Malicious comes down to help him back into the ring and Corey allows it to take place. Viktor is stumbling to his corner as Corey is rolled into the ring by Malicious. Viktor falls about two feet from his corner and moves no more. Corey is up to his knees and tags in his helper Malicious. Malicious comes in with fire and the most freshness on his side, he runs to the ropes springboarding backwards with aback elbow strike for Viktor; he nails his target. He pulls Viktor to his feet, whipping him into the ropes, but Viktor grabs the ropes as Alex Wilkie helps him stop. Malicious looks at Wilkie and motions for him to tag in Stone, the two had attacked him earlier in the match. Wilkie points at himself then Viktor and makes the tag. Wilkie comes in with as much freshness as Malicious has. Malicious whips Alex into the ropes, but Alex reverses the whip and Malicious is sent barreling down towards the ropes. Malicious rebounds now running back towards Alex, spinebuster and the ring shakes from the force of the blow. Alex makes a pin attempt.

ONE...

TWO...

PX is in to break up the attempt as he stomps on the shoulder of Alex Wilkie. Alex gets up, not backing down from the much larger man and they begin to trade blows, rights and lefts are flying but the referee quickly gets between the two forcing Project X out of the ring. Meanwhile, Malicious has been dragged to Wilkie's corner and he stomps away at Malicious' midsection. Forearm shot, elbow, right hand, and a shoulder block has Malicious in a bad way all the way across the ring from his partners. Wilkie sits Malicious up on the top turnbuckle and places his head under his arm; Wilkie grabs the tights lifting from the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Top Rope Superplex!

Brian Rentfro: Malicious is in a bad way John.

Alex Irish whips Malicious back into the turnbuckle padding and Viktor holds him in place. Alex delivers a massive shoulder block to Malicious, following up with a knee lift into the same spot as the shoulder block. Alex follows up with a high knee lift into the drooping Malicious who quickly has lost all of the freshness he had built up from the beginning of the match. Malicious tries to fight away from the hold that Viktor Stone has him in, but the effort is futile. Alex nods to Viktor and drags Malicious into the middle of the ring where he positions him for a over the head suplex. Alex lifts him high up into the air, but Malicious turns reversing the hold into a rear waistlock and Alex runs forward to slingshot Malicious over the top rope. Malicious is tossed over the top rope and turns to the middle of the ring. Malicious is standing on the ring apron, not having went flying to the floor outside. Alex is unaware of his mistake and Malicious quickly ascends the ropes with care and leaps from the top rope with a bulldog, taking Alex to the mat hard. Malicious grabs Alex into a wristlock before he whips him into the ropes, Malicious quickly backs up about two feet from the ropes and as Alex is returning he springboards to the top rope and jumps taking Alex down to the mat with a hurricanrana. Malicious goes for the pin attempt.

ONE...

TWO...

Riona drops an elbow onto the back of Malicious, effectively breaking the count. The referee gets Riona back to her corner, but the damage has been done. Malicious gets up to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: Close call there John.

Jon McDaniel: Riona is a veteran and knows when to do what she has to do.

He backs Alex up into the corner with some knife edged chops, the chest of one Alex Wilkie turning blood red from the sharp chops. Wilkie is wincing with each slap and Malicious is enjoying the punishment he is inflicting on Alex Wilkie. Malicious backs up booting Alex in the gut as Wilkie bends over, Malicious brings him face down with a springboard leg drop across the back of his head. The roles have been reversed as now Alex is in the opposite corner and in a bad way. Malicious stomps ferociously on the back of Alex' head; he is getting some retribution from the attack that Alex and Viktor did earlier. He tags in Jethro and the big man comes in with a fist of fire. Alex is propped up in the corner and Jethro unleashes furious right hands to Alex' temple. Jethro picks Alex up over his head dropping him with a gorilla press slam to the mat. Jethro is on fire as he whips Alex back to the corner following him in with a big body splash; Alex is in bad shape and is exhausted. Somehow he finds the strength to begin fighting back out of the corner, he begins to trade fists with Jethro and the two find themselves in the middle of the ring. Alex and Jethro lock up, Jethro gains the advantage, due to his size difference over Alex. Alex whips around Jethro quickly and hooks the redneck into a full nelson. Alex taunts Jethro and Jethro is powerless to get out since Alex has hooked his leg in with Jethro's leg preventing Jethro from being able to stand up vertically. Alex lifts a knee into Jethro's groin and the big man's eyes widen in pain and surprise Alex slams him down with a full nelson slam; Jethro immediately grabs the offending area. Alex smiles as he rolls Jethro and makes a cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Corey Lazarus is in to stop the pin, he slaps Jethro in the face to get his attention back on the match. Jethro nods his head and makes his knees, still holding the offending area. Wilkie is up and staring daggers at Corey, who just shrugs his shoulders in a "So What?" gesture. Stiff toe kick to Jethro's temple and the farmer is rocked, but not down.

Brian Rentfro: That skull is pretty thick, going to take more than that to take him down.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is just dedicated.

Brian Rentfro: Thick skull and all.

Alex kicks out once again and Jethro catches his planted foot pulling it towards him as he ducks the toe kick from Alex. He hits the mat hard and is on his back looking up at the lights. Jethro shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs, and makes a cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Jamie comes flying in, but Jethro moves out of the way and Jamie lands on top of Alex. Jamie looks shocked that Jethro was smart enough to get out of the way and now he and Jethro begin to brawl. Jamie is kicking out wildly as Jethro absorbs the blows punching his way into Jamie's face.

Jon McDaniel: These two have a history.

Brian Rentfro: Once partners now enemies, Jethro having never pinned Jamie in his career.

Jethro and Jamie are on the ropes rolling down to a neutral corner as the pound on each other with furvor, paying no heed to the referee who is trying to stop the maylay. Alex is up andbehind Jethro, who has no idea Alex is up. Alex rears back for a huge punch to the base of Jethro's skull, but the blow is stopped. Alex turns and sees nothing but skin, he looks up into the masked face of one Project X. To Alex' credit, he doesn't back down but neither does he grin, he is resigned to do what he must to keep this big man off of him. Alex tries to throw another punch but PX catches this one as well; Alex kicks out, PX dodges it. Big boot to the midsection of Alex and a hand wraps around his throat and he turns intending for The Probe. Kick to the back of his knee from Riona and PX falls to one knee, kick to the other knee and PX is down on both knees. Spinning roundhouse kick and he is wobbling, still holding onto the throat of Alex Wilkie. Alex is beginning to turn a dark shade of purple and Riona is trying to save her partner from certain doom if PX doesn't release the hold soon. Viktor comes in and tries to help Riona but is met with a clothesline from Corey Lazarus and Malicious leaps from the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick to Riona.

Jon McDaniel: Utter Mayhem again Brian.

Brian Rentfro: But the fans love it!

Just as Riona is met with the missile dropkick, Jamie is tossed over the top rope; all four members of the team are down. Wilkie, Riona, and Viktor roll outside to stand beside Jamie where they begin to discuss some strategy. After a few moments each person goes to a different side of the ring, they surround the squared circle. All four dive in at the exact same time and inside the ring a furious battle ensues. Riona and Jamie stand back to back as Jethro battles Viktor, Malicious battles Riona, Jamie battles with PX, and Alex battles with Corey. It is again chaos in this match with the referee being able to do nothing to stop the action in order to get it under control.

Jon McDaniel: If this match is any indication, what is the tournament going to be like?

Brian Rentfro: Profitable.

Jethro and Viktor battle near the ropes; Jethro ducks under a clothesline from Viktor and looks to gain an upperhand against The Beast. Viktor quickly hooks Jethro up in a full nelson, slamming him over the top rope to the outside the momentum and strength it took carries him over as well. Viktor's head makes contact with Jethro's workboot and Jethro is in a heap on the outside. But these two begin to find the strength somewhere to brawl outside. Inside the ring, the fight, not wrestling match, ensues. A big throat thrust to Jamie has him winded and PX goes after Alex Wilkie. Project X throttles Alex as Corey ounds away at the fallen Jamie Flynn. Project X has Alex in the corner pounding away at his chest and face. Corey lifts Jamie up but a hurricanrana later and Corey is sent down to the mat. Jamie lands on his hands and knees, breathing hard. Springboarding he moonsaults onto Corey but Corey just rolls out of the way in time. Riona whips Malicious towards Corey intending to take him out with his own tag team partner. Corey pulls Jamie in the path just at the right time and a clothesline sends them both over the top rope to land in a crumpled heap on the outside.

Brian Rentfro: Flynn and Malicious are a mess of limbs here at ringside!

Jon McDaniel: I think they may have broken... every bone in their body!

The ref is gaining control, but it is because the wrestlers are taking themselves out of the ring to the outside; he had lost all kind of control. Project X backs up, as Corey and Riona tie into each other. PX charges with a body splash but Alex pulls down the top rope kicking up with his feet and Project X is out to the floor. Alex looks at Riona getting the better of Corey and nods. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, nods his head as PX rises to his feet, and dives. Alex connects with a flying bulldog from the top turnbuckle to PX on the outside.
Jon McDaniel: Is there going to be anything left of these wrestlers to have a tournament with?

Brian Rentfro: Four are still fighting, but neither Alex Wilkie, Project X, Jamie Flynn, or Malicious have moved.

Up the ramp Jethro and Viktor are slugging it out. Inside the ring Riona has Corey in a crossface chicken wing. Corey drops to one knee flipping the Celesstial Trigger up and over to land on her back in the middle of the ring. He smirks as he looks down at her. He walks over looking extremely confident until she reaches out with her right hand pulling his feet out from under him. Corey goes down with a thunk on the mat and Riona is there hooking in a half Boston Crab submission. Corey makes the ropes quickly enough, the referee making Riona break the hold. She does let go but turns fast jerking him back by both ankles and as she falls backwards Corey is catapulted across the ring. He is stunned as Riona now smirks and she walks over. She slaps his face a few times to get him back in the match as she lifts him up to his feet. Belly to belly suplex and Corey is once again on the mat. Riona is relentless as she stalks over to Corey. Hooking in a German suplex, she rolls once, twice, three, four, and a fifth time before releasing on the sixth time. This seems to have hurt Riona as well, but not nearly as much pain as she caused Corey. She leans on the ropes to catch her breath and to allow Corey to his feet for more punishment. He does so and Riona leaps to the middle rope springboarding

Jon McDaniel: Angelic Euphoria!

***Riona/Viktor/Jamie/Alex win***

The ref falls to the mat and counts, not realizing that the legal people are no longer in the match.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match the team of Riona Langly, Alex Wilkie, Viktor Stone, and Jamie Flynn!

Brian Rentfro: What a match, it ended with the legal wrestlers not even being involved with the pinfall!

Jon McDaniel: What a fight, folks this does it for Friday Night Rampage! See you next time!

Brian Rentfro: For John McDaniel, I'm Brian Rentfro... so long... and good bye!