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


01-30-2009


The fuse of the dynamite is lit by a sulfur tipped match; the fuse sizzles into existence. The camera pulls back to see a wrestler standing there shaking the match's flame out; it is tossed to the ground as the wrestler walks off. Tracking the sizzling fuse, we find it winding its way towards a small building; the door on the building has some writing on it, but we are too far away to make it out. We zoom in furthur to read the following:

"DANGER!
EXPLOSIVES INSIDE!
BEWARE!"

The fuse is only inches away from the door, we have no choice but to stay. The fuse goes under the small opening at the bottom of the door, nothing happens. A single heartbeat later...

White light fills the camera lense as the shed blows up in spectacular fashion. Bits of wood splintering and debris shatter down upon the camera as Korn's "Make Me Bad" begins to play at the hard guitar sound.

"I am watching the rise and fall of my salvation.
There's so much shit around me.
Such a lack of compassion. "

With these words images of all PWA superstars flash up on both the TV screen and the PWA big screen inside the arena. Images of Corey Lazarus, Joe BoXer, Viktor Stone, Riona Langly and Jamie Flynn's infamous ladder match, Scottie Snow.

"I thought it would be all fun and games (would be fun and games).
Instead it's all the same (it's all the same).
I want something to do."

Phoenix flashes up on the screen, burning into your mind and as it burns on the screen to be replaced with a red fireball that begins rolling.

"Need to feel the sickness in you.

I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
again.
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad."

The fireball is rolling towards the screen, growing ever brighter as it cuts the distance.

"All I'll do is look for you.
I know your fix, you need it to
Just to get some sort of attention, attention.

What does it mean to you?
For me it's something I just do.
I want something.
I need to feel the sickness in you"

On the television set, the ball burns the brightest it has burned; inside the arena a fireball shoots down to the ring. We see the crowd inside the arena cheering for Friday Night Rampage.

"I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
again.
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad.

I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
again.
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad.

Does it make me bad??

Explosion in the arena as the fireball smashes into the structure above the ring showering the crowd in red, gold, and yellow sparks. The camera pans down to find John McDaniel and Brian Rentfro sitting at ringside, ready to commentate. Over the loud speakers the voice of Korn's "Make Me Bad" dies down and the camera now pans to the middle of the ring. Eric Emerson is standing on the W in the PWA logo right in the middle of the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready for some Pioneer Wrestling Association action?

The crowd pops enormously for some PWA action.

ERIC EMERSON: Are you ready for Friday... Night... RAMPAGE?!

Another huge pop as the camera pans around to all of the arena, catching all of the fans inside the building. The scene cuts to outside the arena where on a marquee it shows the name of the event and the air date and time. The crowd in line for the event is long, but most have made their way inside to get their seats. Back in the arena Eric Emerson is still standing on the W.

ERIC EMERSON: Well, let's get ready for some PWA action!

Special Delivery


Recorded Earlier:

It is early in the morning, the sun just rising in the east as we see a familiar brown panel truck approach us. As it gets close we see the initials U.P.S. on the front. It stops and a young woman in brown hops out and walks up to the curb. She looks around, finally spotting a woman in a business suit.

Driver: "Excuse me? Is this the PWA Arena? I have a delivery for El Rey de Corazones. Can you sign for it? I have a schedule to keep."

The Woman in the suit turns around and we see that it is Mariposas' companion, Dominique. She is holding a clip board and nods as she approaches.

'Nique: "Of course, of course. Let me look to see that everything is in order and undamaged."

After a moment of inspecting the two large boxes the Driver has set on the curb, Domi finally agrees to sign and the woman hops back in the van and drives off. Pulling out her verizon she uses the push to talk feature and moments later a couple of roadies come out to collect the boxes.

'Nique: "Be sure to take these directly to the ticket takers area. They will need it as soon as the arena opens for people to begin seating for the show."

Fade to Ringside.

Kyle Stevenson vs Chamelion


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is your first Friday Night Rampage matchup.

Brian Rentfro: This first match will set the tone for the entire Rampage.

Jon McDaniel: Kyle off of a win last week, thanks to Chamelion.

The lights dim as the intro to "Blind" by KoRn begins to play throughout the arena. As the bass line kicks in the strobes pulsate
in time to the song.

Eric Emerson: "Making his way to the ring...from Huntington Beach, California."

The song picks up as Kyle Stevenson makes his way from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp looking out at the crowd as a spotlight shines
on him. He holds up his tag team title belt for all the world to see.

Eric Emerson: "He is one half of the PWA World Tag Team Champions...This is KYLE STEVENSON!!!!"

The song hits the verse as Kyle makes his way to the ring. He climbs in and goes to his corner. "Blind" fading away.

The lights dim, and strobe lights begin to flash around the entrance stage when the following lyrics explode over the arena speakers.

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245lbs…CHAMELION!

Walking confidently out onto the stage, Chamelion, attired in dark green wrestling tights and a black fishnet shirt, looks around the arena, aware of everything.


You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith

He stands there, silently for a few moments as the music swells around him. His eyes lowered to the ring.

I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate

At that point, Chamelion whips his head up, his hair flying back and he has the look of a hunter about him, as he moves towards the ring with focused determination.


I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tension rising

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They Talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the chorus fades into the second verse, Chamelion arrives at the ring apron, a slow smile creeps across his features. Sliding into the ring on his belly,
his hands propping his chest and head up, he stares intently at **Insert either ‘Emerson’ or his opponent**

All the lawyers are defenseless
All the doctors are disease
And the preachers all are sinners
And the police just take the grease
All you judges you are guilty
All the bosses I will fire
All you bankers will have losses
Politicians are all liars

Jumping to his feet, he offers a wink and turns and moves towards the corner turnbuckle.

I see darkness falling
I hear voices calling
I feel justice crawling
I see faith has fallen

Launching himself onto the second turnbuckle, Chamelion stretches his arms out, his fingers wiggling in a come get me motion as his head lowers and his
Cheshire smile appears.

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the music fades, Chamelion drops down and turns, but his smile doesn’t leave his face, and his head remains lowered as he sways a little from left to
right, as if in a trance, ready to face the obstacle in front of him.

DING! DING!

Chamelion and Kyle lock up in the middle of the ring, Chamelion with his slight size difference gets the advantage with a go behind. Kyle is now in a rear waistlock and Chamelion lifts up and plants Kyle with a German suplex. Another, and a third as Kyle is sent flying across the ring. Chamelion is quick to follow up as he stalks down Kyle, who is sitting up in the corner, facing away from Chamelion. Chamelion taps Kyle on the shoulder as Kyle looks up, Chamelion punches down on Kyle's face and his eyes roll back into his head. Chamelion slaps the taste out of Kyle's mouth, bringing him back around to the world of the conscious. Kyle obliges with a uppercut, from the mat, into Mark's downturned face. Mark stumbles backwards and Kyle flips over to his hands and knees; he gets into a charging position. Mark brings his hand down across his face in order to clear the sweat from his face. Kyle charges and Mark drops to the mat. As he falls, he places his two feet together and plants them right into the charging Stevenson's midsection and pushes him up and overwards with the move and Kyle is sent flying once again.

Jon McDaniel: What a superb move from Chamelion there.

Brian Rentfro: Kyle has only had the one punch as offense in this match.

Mark again stalks his opponent. Kyle grabs the trunks of Mark and yanks him into the corner and Mark lands face first on the padding. He bounces back, clutching at his face, and Kyle lands a right hand, then spins with a back fist back elbow combination. Kyle is forcing Mark into the corner, and is content to deliver some damage there. In the corner, Chamelion is receiving high knee strikes from Kyle, stiff rib shots, and Kyle lands a shoulder tackle that winds Mark in an instant. Kyle reaches out Irish whipping Mark across the ring, reverse from Chamelion and Kyle is sent running to the opposite corner. He runs up the turnbuckle padding to leap over the charging Chamelion. Kyle lands on his feet, grinning behind Chamelion. Chamelion ducks down, hearing Kyle running, and Kyle runs chest first into the corner. He stumbles backwards and Mark is there with a roll up.

ONE... TWO...-- Kyle gets a shoulder up.

Brian Rentfro: Close call there for Kyle.

Jon McDaniel: There is a lot of fight in this kid.

Chamelion gets off of Kyle, intending for more damage, but Kyle rolls under the bottom rope. Chamelion makes to follow, but Kyle delivers a shoulder block to Mark though the ropes. Kyle ten springs to the top rope, flips over Chamelion, and sweeps the legs out from under Mark in one fluid movement. Kyle wastes no time in bringing Mark back up to his feet and Irish whips him into the far corner.

Jon McDaniel: Kyle is going for Hell Freezes Over!

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion with the Sweet Sound of Success!

Chamelion falls on Kyle, knowing his move has done it once again and awaits the count.

ONE... TWO... THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... CHAMELION!

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion continues to find ways to counter his opponent's set ups and come out with the SOS!

Brian Rentfro: Quicker then you can blink, and Chamelion scores yet another victory! The momentum into Genesis is growing for the Devious One!

Malicious vs Corey Lazarus

IC Tournament Finals


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit. It is one of your Friday Night Rampage co-main events of the evening. It is the finals of the Intercontinental Championship tournament...

A howl is heard over the PA system, killing the lights. Ozzy Osbourne's "Bark at the Moon" starts playing, allowing green and white strobes to flicker all
around the stage and ramp.

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

A single spotlight appears on the entrance curtain, and Malicious crawls out from behind it, the PWA TV title wrapped over his shoulder like a messenger
bag. He rolls forward and kips up to his feet, crouching down with his hands widespread as he snaps his head back and forth, surveying the arena.

Then when he's found who he's looking for
Listen in awe, and you'll hear him

Malicious begins stalking down the entrance ramp, switching off between running and slowly creeping along the guardrails.

Eric Emerson: And introducing first, he is the current PWA Television champion, weighing in tonight at 260 pounds and standing at 6 feet, 5 inches tall...

BARK AT THE MOON!

Ozzy laughs, and Malicious marches up the ring steps. He then slingshots himself over the top rope, and rolls to a crouched position as the lights return
to normal.

Eric Emerson: ...MALICIOUS!!!

"Bark at the Moon" dies, and Malicious readies himself in his corner, crouching with one hand on the mat, ready to charge. The lights die once again, 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!

Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price emerge from the entrance curtain, Price chomping away on a stick of gum in his mouth and Corey sipping on a bottle of Aquafina.
Corey's eyes, as usual, stay hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, and he hangs his arms at his sides after he runs his fingers
over his moustache and goatee.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time, accompanied by Gregory Price...

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. Price pats his client on the shoulder, and then looks
at the ADC-Tron with him.

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. Price points up at the ADC-Tron,
focusing everybody's attention to images of Laz's glory: dropping Demise head-first into a casket via the Mercury Driver to claim the PWA World Heavyweight
title at High Stakes '08; appearing in the ring behind Scott Nash Strader and Matthew Engel when the lights return to normal at Good Vs. Evil '08; and
leaping up to grab Kyle Stevenson's neck, drilling his knees into his back with a Lungblower as Viktor Stone powerbombs him down from Unsanctioned '09.


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 they reach 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. Price walks over
to the ringsteps, scaling them with a cocky swagger as he walks onto the apron next to Laz.

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. Price steps in
afterwards, pointing the entire time to his client, applauding him. 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 Price. He adjusts the tape on his
hands, and then stretches his legs out using the middle ropes. Gregory steps out onto the apron and then walks down the steps, taking his place at ringside.
Malicious stays crouched, staring vacantly ahead as Corey jogs in place quick, swinging his arms out to stretch his shoulders.

DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: AND MALICIOUS TAKES THE FIGHT RIGHT TO LAZ!

Mal dives for Corey's legs, but Laz hops over him, turning quickly to keep him in his focus. Malicious goes for another dive at Corey's legs, and the same
thing occurs. This time, however, Malicious rolls backwards and to his feet, glaring through clenched teeth at his fellow tournament finalist.

Brian Rentfro: It seems almost as if Corey wants no part of Malicious at all.

Jon McDaniel: I don't blame him. Did you see what he did to Wilkie last week? And that was AFTER he defended the Television title.

Corey raises his fists up in a Muay Thai standing guard, and then slowly walks towards the center of the ring. Malicious stays put, and then turns around,
leaping onto the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: What agility!

Mal flies off with a moonsault press attempt, but Corey ducks underneath it. He turns and catches Malicious with a pair of forearms as he gets to his feet,
rocking him back a few steps. Another forearm follows, and Laz whips Mal into the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Lazarus with the Irish whip, Malicious ducks a clothesline, Corey rolls under a spinning wheel kick attempt...and Malicious takes him down with
a dropkick!

Malicious tackles Corey as soon as he hits the mat, wailing away on him with a flurry of lefts and rights. Laz puts his arms up over his head, blocking
the bulk of the shots, but a few get through. Corey quickly reaches up and jabs Malicious in the left eye, causing him to back away. Lazarus gets to his
feet, and reverses a right hook into a headlock takedown.

Brian Rentfro: And for all of the insanity that Malicious brings to the table, all of the pure animalistic fury, the end of the match could come from a smarter
wrestler just flat-out taking him down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: The match just started, Brian. Don't count your chickens before they hatch.

Brian Rentfro: Insert proverb here.

Malicious rolls over and out of the side headlock, once again wailing away on Laz with rights and lefts. He begins screaming incoherently into Corey's
face as he does so, most of his strikes connecting this time. Lazarus quickly shoves himself away and crawls to the ropes, wrapping his arms around the
bottom as the referee keeps Malicious at bay.

Price: What's wrong?

Lazarus: The son of a bitch is a lot quicker than I thought.

Jon McDaniel: And right there could be Laz's hubris showing up once again.

Brian Rentfro: Hubris? Do you really think that some college-level English vocabulary word is going to sink into most people's heads?

Jon McDaniel: Our fans are a lot smarter than you've ever given them credit for.

Corey gets back to his feet, a hand on the top rope and an eye on Malicious. The ref steps away, and Malicious charges again, this time leaping high for
a crossbody attempt. Corey ducks underneath the airborn lunatic, and then leaps to the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: Laz up top, corkscrew lariat...MALICIOUS DUCKS, OFF THE ROPES...

Malicious lifs his boot up high, and nails Laz in the face with it. The impact sends Corey backflipping over, and Malicious drops down immediately afterwards.

Jon McDaniel: Head Trauma!

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

Laz rolls over, and Malicious doesn't budge. He grabs Corey by the hair and drags him up to his feet. Laz surprises him with a stiff European uppercut,
and then follows it up with a front facelock, cradling his nearer leg.

Jon McDaniel: Box Office Bomb...NO!!

Malicious manages to push himself away from Corey just as he was being lifted for the Box Office Bomb, and lands on his feet directly in front of him.
Mal tackles Laz down, and then begins another melee of rights and lefts into Corey's face. Price slams his hands on the apron in anger, and then calls
to his client to cover up. Lazarus keeps trying to get his hands up this time, but Malicious just swats them away before going back to connecting with
punch after punch after punch after punch.

Brian Rentfro: And Laz is bloodied! Malicious has drawn first blood!

The referee yanks Malicious away, revealing a gash just above Laz's eyebrow with blood seeping out of it. As the ref ges to make sure that the wound isn't
so bad that the match can't continue, Corey rolls out of the ring, meeting Price on the outside. Gregory produces a towel from inside his sportscoat, and
then puts it on Corey's eyebrow, pushing down on it as the white fabric slowly gets stained red.

Jon McDaniel: Price on the outside checking out his man...BUT HERE COMES MALICIOUS!!

Corey and Price look up just as Malicious dives over the top rope, somersault forward and landing across either man's shoulders. Laz and Price fall to
the ground as Malicious lands on his feet, laughing. He turns, grabs Price by the collar of his shirt, and then starts lifting him off of the ground, only
to slam his foot down onto Price's chest and stomp him to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT DID PRICE DO TO MALICIOUS?!

Jon McDaniel: That was almost like an inverted curb stomp right there.

Corey pulls himself to his feet with the guardrail as Malicious turns to him, and Laz drops back to a knee, his eyes rolling around in his head.

Brian Rentfro: It's looking like the immediate bloodloss could be making Corey a little woozy...

Jon McDaniel: IT'S A TRAP!

As Malicious goes in for another attack on Laz, Corey surprises him with a kick to the femural artery, followed by one to the ribs.

Brian Rentfro: Combo...

Laz then leaps forward into Malicious, sandwiching his head between a rising Muay Thai knee and a downward elbow thrust.

Brian Rentfro: ...Number 5!!

Corey drops to a knee and then gets back to his feet, his trademark devilish smirk plastered on his face. Malicious reaches up to grab the apron to pull
himself up, and the ref starts the count.

1!

2!

Corey sends a stiff soccer kick into Mal's back, forcing him to release the ring apron.

3!

4!

Brian Rentfro: And now Laz is getting a little bit of payback, it would seem, as he's just driving his knees over and over into the top of Malicious's head!

5!

6!

7!

Lazarus gets to his feet and rolls under the bottom rope.

8!

He gets up, grabs the top rope, and then slingshots himself over, landing with both feet on the back of Malicious's head.

Jon McDaniel: A SLINGSHOT DOUBLE STOMP!!!

Corey grabs Malicious, lifts him off of the ground, and then rolls him back into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Laz follows back in, hooks a leg...

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

Corey gets up to a knee, wiping blood out of his eye as Price slowly gets to his feet on the outside. He looks to his agent as Price runs a finger across
his throat, and Laz does the same.

Brian Rentfro: And it looks like it's all over!

Corey grabs Malicious by the danglies from his mask, dragging him to his feet. He nails a back elbow to Mal's jaw, and then whips him into the nearest
corner. Laz charges in and connects with a brutal Yakuza Kick, his boot scraping right across Mal's face. Laz pulls his leg off of the top rope, and then
lifts Mal to the top turnbuckle pad, facing into the ring. Corey points up, and the fans reply with boo's.

Jon McDaniel: It looks like Corey could be going for the Sands of Ishtar, which may actually be the only move in PWA history that has never had anybody kick
out of it.

Laz climbs up top with Malicious, and locks him in a front facelock. He reaches down and grabs Mal by the waist of his pants, looking to stand him up with
him, but Malicious grabs hold of the top rope, fighting it off.

Brian Rentfro: Never kicked out of, but, unfortunately, never reversed!

Laz goes to lift him up again, but Mal doesn't break his hold of the top rope. Corey breaks the front facelock and delivers a pair of downward elbow thrusts
to Mal's head, but Malicious fires off with a few uppercuts to Corey's jaw, sending him back down to the mat, albeit landing on his feet, visibly dazed.

Jon McDaniel: What's Malicious going for now?

Mal holds up a fist, waving Laz in, and Corey goes to strike with an uppercut of his own, but Mal blocks it, nailing him with a right hook. Malicious locks
him in a front facelock, and then leaps off of the top, swinging around 180-degrees before planting Laz forehead-first to the canvas with a tornado DDT.

Jon McDaniel: Vertigo!

Malicious doesn't cover, but rather brings Corey to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Laz rebounds, and then eats a big boot that causes him to backflip
over from the impact.

Jon McDaniel: And then another Head Trauma! Malicious is on a rampage here!

Brian Rentfro: Well, it's not Chaos, Jon.

Mal dives onto Corey with rights and lefts for the fourth time in this match, and Laz rolls over onto his stomach, covering the back of his head from the
hard strikes. Malicious grabs Laz by the hair and drags him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Mal hits the opposite ropes, and they meet in the
center of the ring...WHAM!!

Jon McDaniel: SHIZO-MANIAC!!

Brian Rentfro: I can't remember the last time I've seen a stiffer clothesline than that one!

Malicious screams up into the air, pounding his own fists against his chest. Corey doesn't move from the center of the ring, and Malicious looks at the
top rope, and then back at Corey as the fans reach a fever-pitch.

Brian Rentfro: Listen to these fans! Like they understand what's about to happen!!

Jon McDaniel: Stop taking them for grnated, Brian!!

Malicious grabs Corey by the closer wrist and ankle, dragging him towards the nearest corner. Mal points up to the sky, and then adjusts the waist of his
pants before stepping out onto the apron. He climbs up top, facing the ring, and then stands up straight.

Malicious: AAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!~!~~!!!!~~!!!!

Malicious leaps off of the top rope with a Shooting Star Press, but Corey gets his knees up at the last second and into Mal's gut, sending the air right
out of his lungs. Malicious pops up and then flips forward from the impact, clutching his midsection and gasping for air.

Brian Rentfro: And Corey was smart! He scouted the Broken Straight Jacket, and he reversed it!!

Jon McDaniel: It may have broken some of Malicious' ribs!
Malicious forces himself to his feet, and Lazarus charges. He leaps to Mal's side and twists, slamming the top of his foot into the back of Mal's head
with a loud THWACK~ that echoes throughout the arena.

Jon McDaniel: END CREDITS! END CREDITS!

Mal falls face-down like a sack of bricks, and Corey rolls him over, hooking both legs and clenching his teeth as he lays all of his weight across Mal's
shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Corey rolls off of Malicious and then right under the bottom rope. "Crowned in Terror" cues back up where it left off, and Price rushes to his client,
helping him stand up as he hands him the bottle of Aquafina.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW number one contender to the PWA Intercontinental title at Genesis...COREY LAZARUS!!!

The ref reaches through the ropes and lifts Laz's hand up in victory, and Corey nods, letting a celebratory grin creep across his face.

El Rey de Corazones vs Hunter Sullivan

PWA Grizzly Beer Championship Match


Brian:” This is an interesting match we are about to witness, a rematch of last week.”

Jon:” Normally that wouldn’t be all that exciting but this time it’s for the grizzly bear title, and will take place in a “PURE” rules match.”

Brian:” One has to wonder how this will turn out.”

Jon:” Hunter has always held great technical matches, and he’s about to enter a technical gimmick match against another technical wrestler for a title. The factors of this match are pointing to one very, very awesome result.”

Rayne:” I think you said it right. The combination of the factors of this match is leading to a classic. I’m actually getting some goose bumps just waiting. We’re going to show why exactly Rampage is our prime time show.”

Eric stands center ring, watching around, waiting for his signal to start. With thumbs up from a stage hand listening through a headset, Eric begins his announcement.

Eric-"The following match-up is scheduled for one fall, This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only with a count out, which has been extended to 20, Disqualification, a three count, or Submission. This match will be contested under “PURE” rules, each competitor will be granted 3 rope breaks. After he has used up each break pin falls and submissions will no longer end with rope contact. There will also be no closed fist to the face, first time proceeds a warning, after that a rope break will be taken. If no rope breaks remain, the offending wrestler is disqualified. Titles can change hand on DQ and Count Out. Entering first from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN"

The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.*

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do

Hunter turns around and looks to the stage as his music dies and another familiar tune blasts into the hearing of the fans

Hunter turns around and looks to the stage as his music dies and another familiar tune blasts into the hearing of the fans

Brian:”We got our resident Mexican heading out to finally make defense of his Grizzly bear title. ”

Jon:” As much as I may or may not like Hunter, he pulled out a rather true point, Rey hasn’t had any true test of strength, opponent wise here in PWA for his title.”

Brian:” and he’s got a good opponent here tonight, and not only that he’s got himself into a situation Hunter Excels in. He truly is testing himself tonight, one could really honor that.”

Jon: "I hear that El Rey has mad a small change to his entrance and he has provided the entire audience today with some interesting ... freebies when they came into the arena tonight"

Brian: "I don't know if I would call them interesting as much as I would ... strange. I am interested in finding out what we are going to be needing a pair of 3D glasses for though.

As the latin rhythms of "Baila Casanova" by Paulina Rubio begin to play El Rey de Corazones emerges from the entrance curtains in his ring gear. Holding the curtain open for Montaña Rose(Who is holding a basket of flowers),

El Rey: ¡Hola mis amigos! Mi opositor honorable nos ha demostrado que mucha habilidad en el anillo y yo es orgulloso ofrecer le a esta ocasión de afirmar para el título de la cerveza del grisáceo de PWA. Sin embargo él dijo algo en su vídeo promocional que llevé el corazón. La víbora me llamó el dimentional dos. Bien, todos lo que puedo ser son quién soy pero si el cazador y otros tienen apuro el ver de mí para quién soy y apenas ver un recorte de la cartulina entonces defender me lo pensé solamente correcto que hago algo permitir que me vean en todas mis dimensiones.

Montaña Translates

Rosa: Hello My friends! My Honorable opponent has shown us much skill in the ring and I am proud to offer him this chance to contend for the PWA Grizzly Beer Title. However he did say something in his Promotional Video that I took to heart. The Viper called me two dimentional. Well, all I can be is who I am but if Hunter and others have trouble seeing me for who I am and just see a cardboard cutout champion then I thought it only right that I do something to allow them to see me in all of my dimentions.

El Rey and Rosa then simultaneously put on pairs of 3D glasses and encourage the Fans to do the same. Then laughing, Rey and Rosa walks arm in arm walk toward the ring, Rosa tossing handfuls of flowers and what looks to be red and blue sparkly confetti out to the crowd. We see Jon and Brian watching with their red and blue lensed glasses on.

Brian: "Wow, Everything looks so real, like you could just reach out and touch it."

Jon: "That's because it IS real you dufass!"

When they reach the bottom of the ramp, Rey turns and takes off his glassesalong with his jacket and hat and hands them all to Rosa before he climbs into the ring. From the top step he blows all of the women in the arena a kiss then waits in his corner for the starting bell.

Brian:” Now, While El rey and Hunter hold similar styles, they are indeed different.”

Jon:” Yes, Hunter is expert chain wrestler, he knows how to pick holds and squirm into his own. He also knows his fair share of submission holds and suplexes. Sullivan’s more then willing to drop a guy on his head for the win. We saw that in the light of your life match.”

Brian: These guys are almost exactly the same size, El Rey actually the larger of the two, holding a small twenty pound advantage and two inches higher. Fairly even set up there”

Jon:” When you compare these two wrestlers style wise there really is only one difference in them. El Rey's concern for both mind and body. Hunter would be willing to do much more to El Rey, that he wouldn’t think of doing to Hunter. Pile drivers, burning hammers, ganso bombs, all not involved, which may turn to his advantage. Sullivan is more likely to make a high risk mistake and pay for it then El Rey ever would.”

The bell rings...

As accustomed to Pure matches, El Rey moves in and extends his hand for a shake. Sullivan neatly complies shaking his hand and nodding back respectfully. Fans clap for the respect as both men start to circle each other. Quickly both men spurt forward and enter a test of strength lock up. Hunter finds himself on the losing end, slowly being pressed backwards. El Rey’s leg is placed behind Hunter’s to be used as leverage in the hold. Hunter makes the complete bridge back as his head touches the mat. El Rey Tries to flatten him by placing his weight on him, but before he can Hunter falls back and pops up his legs hoisting El Rey into the sky. With a roll back and forth Hunter uses the momentum to push them both back to their feet in the original position. Sullivan twirls the captured hands and gets the leverage advantage pressuring El Rey to his knees. Struggling there for a moment El Rey rolls back, kicks out one of the hand locks, rolling to the side and popping back to his feet. Hunter is now held firmly in an arm wrench. Hunter pats his shoulder getting three elbows brought down roughly wearing out the arm. Not to be out done Sullivan rolls forward on the ground, followed by a half a nip up, returning to his back, and half nip up again. Several times he does this taunting El Rey before finally nipping all the way up and sweeping El Rey off his feet. Sullivan rolls once again holding Rey in a downed arm wrench before placing his boot on the shoulder making a twist pull. The champ writhes in pain for a moment before Hunter lifts his shoulder off the mat and slams it down with a stomp. The King of Hearts makes his escape attempt, rolling backwards and pushing himself to his feet, twirling Hunters arm behind his back. Following up quickly El Rey sticks his head in under Sullivan’s arm and tries to lift in a back drop suplex. Hunter Counters shifting his weight into landing on the mat again, with the added momentum Sullivan slams El Rey down with a side headlock take down.

Jon:” Not to disappoint Hunter and El Rey begin with EXCELLENT mat work.”

Brian:” This is exactly what you would expect out of a pure match like this, nice, Pure, wrestling. It’s nice to see competition like this these days.”

Sullivan wrenches the neck, keeping El Rey grounded before the Mexican kicks up his legs and catches Hunter in a head scissors. Sullivan kicks at the mat having his head compressed trying to break free from the hold. The leg strength is harsh as Hunter fails to push himself out of the hold. Hunter finally shifts to his knees and hand stands, attempting to use the momentum of coming out of it to tug his head free. Before he can accomplish this El Rey breaks the hold and double kicks the back of Hunters neck, bringing him down on his flat back in a pin. One two, Sullivan claps his feet together hitting El Rey in the head and rolls back out of the pin. Both men speed to their feet, El Rey makes the assault falling victim to an arm drag maneuver. Sullivan combos it with an armbar, pressuring the elbow off his knee as a pivot point. Corazones makes to his feet making for a counter, Irish whipping Hunter into the ropes. Rebounding from the ropes El Rey attempts a kitchen sink, only for Hunter to float over, in what seems to be a school boy. Corazones is flat on his back for the one count, however, Sullivan breaks it, stepping over Corazones left leg. Quickly following that Sullivan takes grip of the leg and brings it up into a hook twisting the leg. On instinct El Rey looks for the ropes, being close to the northern ropes he thinks about reaching for them but opts against it. Corazones shoots up a few boots, weakening the hold on the foot until he is able to push off his assaulter. Hunter staggers back but bounces into the ropes, speeding forward in a rebound. Corazones switches his position on the matting laying flat on his stomach, Hunter leaping over him and heading for parallel ropes. El Rey moves to his feet and leaps over a returning Hunter with a leap frog. Sullivan makes one more rebound to the Mexican who has his arm extended out to catch him with a hip toss. Hunter meets him and is caught under the arm, only for a quick switch up, and then Sullivan pushing Corazones forward towards the ropes in a whip. El Rey returns to a bent over Sullivan who was ready to launch in a back drop, instead Corazones uses it as a launch pad flipping over the Viper, landing square on his feet. Sullivan in shock turns around in time to catch a well aimed Super kick! Sullivan spins the kick around, but El Rey makes a full 360 going for a leg sweep! Hunter jumps it! ……… INDIE FACE OFF!!!!

Jon:” That has to be the longest set of chain wrestling I’ve ever seen here in PWA.”

Brian:”…..”

Jon:” Brian?”

Brian:”…..”

Jon:” YO, PARTNER.”

Brian:” uh, what sorry, I was watching the match.”

Jon:” I understand exactly what you mean.”

Hunter and El Rey let their guard down nodding at each other. Sullivan has a huge grin on his face extending his hand for another hand shake, El Rey accepts it and the both move away from each other and start circling each other again. Hunter and Corazones lock into each other fiercely with a traditional lock up. Hunter swiftly pushes El Rey into the turnbuckle, the ref goes in to break the two up but Sullivan had already released, whipping in a sharp chop across the chest. El Rey cradles his chest, but his arms are quickly pulled away as Hunter delivers another chop, another one, and a fourth. Corazones gets fed up and switches places with the Viper sending in his own chop. A déjà vu hits in as El Rey returns the favor in chops, finishing up with a whip across the ring. El Rey follows Sullivan, it proves to be a mistake as Hunter leaps to the second rope. El Rey drops down and Hunter soars, Sullivan however was able to catch himself with a roll, spurting back to his feet in time to see a charging Corazones . El Rey comes harsh with a lariat that Sullivan hooks with his arm and leaps up, rolling with a Crucifix! One two kick out! Corazones gets back to his feet and staggers into the ropes panting hard, not only a hard match on the body but mind as well. Sullivan is a little slower to his feet and seemed to have lost his bearings in the roll. El Rey plans to take advantage as he charges at the loopy Hunt-Snap BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Sullivan is still loopy unable to capitalize on the move getting back to his feet and staggering back into the corner El Rey stood moments ago. Rey starts to his feet not really hurt but dazed and roughed up. Aid from the ropes is still needed as he finally makes it all the way to his feet, turning towards a slowly incoming Hunter. Sullivan swipes in a harsh chop before whipping the star across the ring. Hunter follows half way awaiting El Rey’s return, and upon that return Sullivan grabs the Mexican and twirls him for a TILT A WHIR- Hurricanranna! Sullivan is sent for a loop ending up in the corner of the ring. Hunter pushes himself back up but is dazed and most likely not even sure where Corazones is until it’s too late. The Mexican star comes in and wheel barrels Hunter bringing himself high in the air with nice hang time before coming back down with a wheel barrel armdrag!

Jon:” And Hunter slides to the out side of the ring, and I don’t blame him, he’s gonna need a break after that onslaught.”

Brian:” What’s surprised me is that neither wrestler has used up any of their rope breaks, they both have 3 in reserve.”

Jon:” Very observant, in this match rope breaks are like life lines, you need to savor them for when you really need them. Both stars are doing just that.”

Hunter rests himself on the outside of the ring, staggering along the apron, not caring for the count out. El Rey is proud of himself getting the better of Sullivan, taunting out to the fans. Sullivan merely takes it to his advantage, resting. Corazones doesn’t stay busy for long, sliding out after Hunter in pursuit. Sullivan gets the first blow punching El Rey across the face. Rey staggers back having not expected it, the ref leans over the top rope muttering his warning to Hunter. Sullivan follows up his assault delivering a mid section toe kick instead, following after with a head smash on the apron. Hunter takes things a little off character as he sends Corazones down a few times with head smashes finishing off with head smash back and to the mat. Hunter plays the heel acting cocky along the barricade taking a few mouth offs from the fans. The Viper stays tune to his moniker and moves in on his opponent and helps him to his feet only to deliver an Irish whip into the steel steps. A large clang echos as El Rey hits back first to the distance of the crowd. The ref is hitting the 7 count, however, with the extended count out Hunter doesn’t heed it, instead he goes and grabs a chair.

Jon:” This is rather, non-pure for Sullivan to do. He must be very willing to do un-elegant things to hold victory. “

Brian:”What’s he doing with this chair? He’ll be flat out disqualified if he uses it, he can’t be that dumb. Then again, he’s already down one warning.”

Sullivan takes the chair and places it in the corner of the barricade set up and ready. Hunter soon after retrieves his wounded and awaiting opponent, sitting him in a daze on the steel folding chair. “So, you LIKE hardcore? Well, lets show a little brutality, ugly offensives are just what you need to wake you up.” With that, Sullivan walks away gaining distance. Quickly following by raising his arm into the air, extending then the index and middle finger, this is the well known symbol of the Viper Snap. Hunter charges full tilt to a chant of “O-le, O-le, O-le,O-le” only to miss as Corazones moves out of the way, leaving Sullivan to crash and burn. The count is now at 14 and El Rey makes his way back to the ring.

Brian:” Seems like Hunter only wished to hit a what was sure to be a fierce Viper Snap.”

Jon:” yes indeed, Sullivan has a vicious boot on him, and it takes a harsh force of effort to regain one’s self after the move,. It’s a good thing that El Rey avoided it.”

Brian:” And now he’s gotta get back into the ring and continue this bout.”

Hunter does just that holding onto his leg and heading back into the ring. Feeling the burn from the crash Sullivan tries not to limp and show weakness as he enters the ring. El Rey is there to meet him sending him back in a chop, followed by another, and then once again. Hunter retorts chopping back but this time in rapid session. El Rey backs up having his chest cut into like raw meat, defending himself Corazones delivers a kick to the crashed upon leg. Hunter stops immediately dropping to his knee. El rey boots the wrestler in the shoulder knocking him to the matting before zooming in on the bulls eye leg. Rey stomps into it weakening it up before taking grip and knee smashing into the ground. El Rey repeats again letting Hunter writhe in pain on the mat before taking grip of the leg once more. With this El Rey turns Sullivan over in a single legged Boston crab. Sullivan struggles physically and mentally because the hold is right next to the ropes!

Brian:” Think El Rey did that intentionally?”

Jon:” it’s possible, Rey might be trying to force rope breaks out of Sullivan.”

Sullivan trashes as his leg is in torque, but grabs the bottom rope forcing a break on the hold. El Rey smirks letting go of the hold simply and full of confidence. Sullivan rolls out on the apron holding his leg in pain, trying to shift it around into working shape. El Rey leans over the top rope and grabs Hunter by the hair, raising him up to his feet. Once at his feet Hunter pulls a slight of hand thumbing El Rey in the eye, however, covers it up by quickly dragging the slightly larger man over the top rope and onto the apron himself. Sullivan pulls the half blinded Mexican to his feet, quickly grabbing him and snapping him back with an elegant suuuplex!! El Rey rolls off the apron holding his back from the shot.

Jon:” Brutal elegant suplex by Hunter, a fitting suplex for this wrestler.”

Brian:” El Rey must be in deep pain after that harsh back-to-apron connection.”

Sullivan grabs El Rey and rolls him into the ring following quickly by pulling him to his feet. Sullivan pushes Rey chest first into the turnbuckle before reaching back and delivering a few shoulder thrusts to the impact point. Finishing off Hunter takes a hold of the arm and pulls El Rey out of the corner into a harsh Irish whip into the other corner. Rey hits hard and falls forward to the mat holding his back. Hunter smirks looking out to the audience and pretending to break something over his knee. That was hint enough as Hunter takes El Rey off the mat and brings him to his feet, pulling him up in one arm and dropping him simply on his knee. The expression on Corazones face tells the story as Hunter brings El Rey to a vertical. Uranage Back Breaker, exploder back breaker, and to finish off the blitz Hunter Grabs in a Half nelson, bringing him up and dropping down in a half nelson back breaker!

Brian:” Hunter showing his inside out knowledge of the half nelson, as well as back breakers.””

Jon:” The Grizzly bear title is in danger of switching hands here with that flurry of back breakers!”

El Rey kicks harshly at the mat in real pain before a cocky Sullivan drops down and pulls out a pin attempt. ONE TWO THREE…. EL REY’S FOOT WAS ON THE ROPE! Sullivan momentarily was deceived into the thought he was the new Grizzly Bear champion, spurting to his feet in celebration. The ref quickly tells him the error of his thought pointing out his foot was on the bottom rope. Hunter is enraged kicking the bottom rope before calming himself and getting back to business. Hunter brings Rey back to his feet forcing him into the corner and sending in back elbows to the groggy wrestler. Hunter backs away and wipes his brow getting ready to pull out all the stops for this one. El Rey mounts an offensive when Hunter turns around delivering a toe kick, CAUGHT! Hunter tsk’s at El Rey only to get a harsh enzuguri in return!

Jon:” both men are down to 2 rope breaks each, and Sullivan has already been warned on one first contact.”

Brian:” That’s nice and dandy, but we don’t need all the breaks to be gone for the match to end, so that rather irrelevant.”

Jon:” All the same, if one runs out he is at a severe disadvantage.”

Even with the stiff kick, El Rey is last to his feet, leaving Hunter to take advantage. Sullivan sends a few hard forearms to the back forcing him roughly to the matting. Hunter brings him beck to his feet having a plan he wished to pull out. Pushing El Rey back into the turnbuckle Sullivan whips Rey back across the ring and follows up. Corazones staggers out of the corner as Sullivan hits the ropes next to him ready to hit a hard lariat! No, Corazones hooks the arm and twists it up behind Sullivan’s back in a hammer lock. In rapid succession Rey moves around to the front of Sullivan, holding the hammer locked arm in one hand. Rey smirks before grabbing the Viper and vertical suplexing him with a HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX! Hunter lands viciously on his arm and cradles it in pain as he kicks at the matting.

Jon:” El Rey manages to break out a splendid counter with that unique suplex.”

Brian:” I truly have no clue how anyone can top this here match tonight, and I have no idea who will win.”

Jon:’ very back and forth action here, and remember Rey is working here with surely a hurt back.”

El Rey looks for his advantage smirking quickly hooking the arm in a legged hammerlock. With the arm trapped he takes grip of the preciously worked upon leg pulling back in a arm trapped leg lock! Sullivan was close to the ropes yet again forced with a hard choice. But knowing he is losing hold of his break he tries to counter off the submission, but fails horridly. Quickly after he grabs the ropes, having not wanted to prolong the submission and weaken his chances of winning. Rey cares not as he’s officially brought Hunter down to 1 rope break. It proves as a moral boost for this match, and a step ahead to winning. Corazones only smirks as he has a more devious plan for Hunter in store, taking grip of Sullivan’s wrist. Rey pulls Hunter to his feet and twirls, backing into the turnbuckle, the fans cheer awaiting the Old School maneuver. Rey gets to the top rope twisting the arm slightly before starting his delicate tight rope walk on the ropes … hunter kicks the rope! Corazones Falls HARSHLY on his pride and joy! Hunter isn’t done as he runs to the ropes in front of him and spring boards off… SPRING BOARD SHIN KICK!!!

Jon:” HOLY COW!”

Brian:” Hunter not only knocks the grizzly bear title onto his … well, family, but he knocks him with one Stiff kick to the back of the head!”

Jon:” Hunter might have lost a rope break but he surely came back into the game with THAT!”

Sullivan and Corazones tumble into a wreck in the ring. Hunter quickly makes the cover. ONE TW0 THREE… Corazones arm is taken hold of the bottom rope! Sullivan curses aloud before grabbing the arm and leg, tucking Rey into another cover ONE-TWO KICK OUT! Sulivan rampages to his feet grabbing the ref and mouthing off to him about the count, the ref merely lifts up the two fingers and repeats it was only a two count. Sullivan is enraged but calms himself knowing he needs a clear mind to win this match.
Smiling Hunter moves over to the downed Wrestler, dropping a harsh knee down into the back, followed by another.

Jon:” both men down too 1 break, and I’m utterly shocked that Rey kicked out of that maneuver.”

Brian:” He isn’t champ for nothing, and Hunter Isn’t challenger for nothing, both great wrestlers, both bright future main event talents.”

Sullivan seems intent on taking out the back of his opponent dragging him by the foot to the center of the ring. There he places his foot in the crack of Reys legs, wrapping them up around it. There Sullivan grabs El Rey’ chin and pulls back with his knee as a pivot point on the back. Rey screeches in pain as his back is brought into pain and torque. Not close enough to the ropes for a break Rey uses his only other option trying to pry the arms off his face. Fans get behind him stomping and clapping. It seems to work as the grip is slowly pulled apart with the utter cheer of the fans. Finally with enough space Rey pulls forward then back with a head but. Hunter staggers back, holding his nose and letting out of the hold. Hunter holds his nose as he staggers to the corner, where Rey meets him with a running knee. Hunter drops to the lower corner giving Rey room as he climbs up the ropes a bit and bounces off with a hard drop kick to the chest.

Jon:” The fans are REALLY behind El Rey in this match, they sure love this man. “

Brian:’ don’t count Hunter out, he has his fans as well.”

Jon:” Yeah, all 5 of them.”

Sullivan is crawling along the mat when Corazones drags him off the mat and pulls him center ring, here he waves to his adoring fans, and even blows a kiss to a looker in the front row. Things seem down to the nitty gritty as Rey pulls Hunter under his arm and pulls up into a butterfly lock. The fans go ecstatic as Rey calls for the DDT, NO! Hunter drops down and unhooks himself, twirling up with one of Rey arms in grasp. Sullivan quickly whips Rey into the far turnbuckle and follows. Rey Kicks up his feet once making impact but they are caught… and then crossed! Rey holds the top rope for dear life as Sullivan tries to pull him off the ropes into the Texas clover! Hunter send up a kick, and another before finally Rey falls off the ropes. Hunter goes to make a turn but Rey is thrashing around, he knows his back can’t take the submission, trashing and bashing Rey grabs the bottom rope, relinquishing his final break to avoid certain doom.

Brian:” And El Rey is out of Breaks here tonight!”

Jon:” This is now sudden death here for Rey, he’s gotta make sure he doesn’t make any slip ups here.”

Hunter curses under his breath having been near certain he had the match won if he locked in his finisher. Hunter lets go and backs up a tad giving El Rey room to move to his feet. Corazones gets to his feet and the men in the ring start to circle each other before moving in a locking up. Rey breaks away one arm and twirls in an arm wrench, following with a elbow drop on the hurt shoulder. Hunter rolls forward and boost to his feet delivering a toe kick and whipping Rey Into the turnbuckle, Hunter however is counter finding himself in the corner instead. El Rey smashes in a few elbows before backing up and charging in with a body splash-Miss! Hunter moves out of the corner letting Rey hit the turnbuckle pad! But it doesn’t end there as Hunter flips over the top rope a tad catching Rey with his feet. Sullivan grabs El Rey's legs and pulls them through the ropes in a TARANTULA? No, Hunter Crosses Reys legs! IT”S A ROPE AIDED TEXAS CLOVER!!

Jon:” What a Move! But it’s illegal he can’t win with that!”

Brian:” Actually! All Rey’s Breaks are gone, there no reason to stop the hold!”

Jon:” By, George it’s Over, it has to be!”

Hunter stresses the hold as much he can, trying to prevent the move from being released. The ref moves in and asks Rey if he wants to quit, he shakes his head no.

Fans:” PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!”

The ref asks again he has to be sure of it, Rey has no escape from the submission! EL REY TAPS!

The ref quickly breaks the hold and calls the bell!

Ding ding ding!

Eric:” Here is your winner, and NEW GRIZZLY BEAR CHAMPION!! HUNTERRRR SULLLIIIVANNNN!”

The ref hands Hunter the belt, to whom immediately drops to his knees and screams out a celebration!

The Phoenix vs Enika Engel


Eric Emerson: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, Enika Engel!!!

The opening guitar riff to "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin cuts in, which cues a few swirling pink lights from the stage - no pyro's, no bullshit.

At the eleven-second break mark, Enika Engel steps out from behind the curtain to something of a mixed reaction. Sure, a few people recognized her - but
this was her first solo match, and they didn't know what to expect. Her attire consists of a pink zip-up hoodie - left unzipped, with the hood up over
her head - overtop of a white ribbed belly shirt with a black "Exit Music" ensigna in the middle, rotated 35 degrees; along with a pair of white booty
shorts with the name "Firefly across the back of them, black fingerless mesh gloves, and lastly a pair of pink, w/ white fur, ankle boots. She looks out
to the crowd, quite excited on this eve - a smile drawn from ear to ear - as she takes a few seconds to let it all sink in.

### You my friend, you're a lot like them...###
### But I caught your lie, and you know I did... ###

As soon as the opening verse kicks in, she makes her way down the entrance ramp...

### Now I'm lost in you... ###
### Like I always do... ###

She keeps going until she reaches the bottom, her eyes now taken away from the fans, and aimed down towards the ring, she pauses for a moment....

### And I'll die to win... ###
### Because I'm born to lose!###

As soon as the chorus gets ready to kick in, small pink blasts of pyro begin firing behind her, unfortunately her budget wasn't that big her first match
in...

### Firefly! ###

She throws her head back (thus removing the hood from her head and in turn revealing a white skull cap underneath) and sways her shoulders before throwing
a balled fist into the air, cueing a few more blasts of pink from behind her. The ring announcer drowns out the lyrics...

Eric Emerson: "Hailing from Charleston, West Virginia - she is The FIREFLY.... ENIKAAA... ENGGGELLLL!!!!"

She was a little disappointed that she didn't at least get her height and weight called in, but it was no matter...
### Could you shine your light?###
### Now I learn your ways, 'cause they're just like mine. ###

She quickly makes her way from the bottom of the ramp, to the ring apron itself...

### Now I'm justified, ###
### As I Fall In Line ###

Which leads to her non-chalantly lifting herself up and rolling under the bottom rope, before springing back to her feet via kip-up.

### And it's hard to try ###
### When they're open wide! ###
She goes to the bottom set of ropes, and leans over... motioning for a mic...

Enika Engel: "Sorry for my lack of... well... will to grace the airwaves more than once with my presence this week - but when you know that your competition's vagina hurts too much to even put forth some sort of an effort, it's kind disheartening. But that's fine - that's why this victory will be all the much sweeter."

Brian Rentfro: I'm so glad she is back.

Jon McDaniel: You just want her to turn her back.

Brian Rentfro: No, I like the front too.

Eric Emerson: And her opponent....

Near silence, the only sounds being the cat calls coming from Brian Rentfro to Enika in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Can you please stop that? Eric has an announcement.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been informed that the Phoenix is not in the building tonight. So, as a result of a forfeit...the winner of the match... Enika Engel.

Enika looks pissed, she demands the mic from Emerson, but she’s cut off as ‘Voices’ by Rev Theory hits the speakers and Chamelion walks on stage, his own mic in hand.

Chamelion: This is getting old. Enika, before you cut wit with that sharp tongue of yours, I got a couple of things to say. One, No. I am not stripping Phoenix of his world title, though I should, but that just wouldn’t do anyone any good. I mean, it would be odd to give the title to you, Enika, when you’re the kind who will speak out on how the fans deserve to see real wrestling, and champions should earn their spots, right?

Enika glares, starting to raise her mic up, Chamelion interjects.

Chamelion: That, and the Board of Directors wouldn’t be very happy with me. So, I have to try to consider all the options here. Robinson is of the mind he should only be in main events, and highlighting PPVS, that he’s that valuable or some crap. Not that I buy into it, but fine… if that’s the way he wants to play it, then I got a solution for everyone.

He grins wickedly.

Chamelion: First of all, due to Robinson forfeiting two weeks in a row, he’s due to play catch up, and since he says he’s good for main events and ppvs only, he didn’t say there was any limitation to how many times he’d grace a PPV with his presence. So, with all that’s been going on lately, I do know of someone who has been around and suppressed long enough to deserve a world title shot.

Enika grins, inching to the ropes, waiting for what surely will be Chamelion’s smartest call to date.

Chamelion: At Genesis, The Phoenix will open the PPV up, defending his World title, against none other then.. Scottie ‘The Panther’ Snow!!!

The crowd bursts out in cheers, Enika’s mouth drops open, and the announcers are wild into their headsets, telling the fans what they already heard. Chamelion notices Enika in the ring.

Chamelion: Enika, I’m sorry. But let’s face facts; you’ve been back now a week and a half.. at most, you torched Project X, taking out a main contender… and by the way, that’s gonna cost you some money… and frankly, I can’t be upsetting Genesis any more then it already is. But I’ll give you this… you want a shot at the world title, you want a shot at Robinson… I’ll grant you both, after Genesis. See, I could book Robbie in 20 matches, but if he doesn’t show, he doesn’t show.. and I’m not stripping him of the title because he’ll just use that against me.

Enika paces, angry.

Chamelion: And we all look out for number one, don’t we? So that’s that. Deal with it, or don’t, I really don’t give a flying *Beep*. GOT IT?

Chamelion spins and walks to the back, and Enica finally raises the mic to her mouth, slowly chewing her words out.

Enika Engel: "And you see - that's exactly what's wrong with the business we're in today. There's no such thing as a champion anymore - outside of oh, maybe Jamie Flynn. At least he's got the right line of thinking. I'm two and oh against our esteemed president now, and I'm looking at - what - the undercard of Genesis? That's bullshit, almost enough to make me wanna sign my walking papers. I don't care if I've only been back for a week or not - I'm better than that. I set the bar around this place on my first go-around, and now I'm out here looking like an idiot because we're supposed to buy into the hype of Robinson as the top dog. There's too many legacies here to let him burn this place to the ground... so next week? I'm asking all of you wrestlers in the back to take a stand with me - that way at least Riona or Jamie has a chance to at least fight a fucking match at Genesis."

Dropping the mic, Enika saunters out of the ring, still pissed and walks up the ramp.

Riona Langly vs Jamie Flynn

World Championship Tourney Finals


Eric Emerson: Introducing next/first, 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

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
Jon McDaniel: Jamie is looking in top form tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Well, DUH. This is the moment that Jamie's been looking to all year. Of course he's going to be at his best.

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. as 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.

Brian Rentfro: Riona, if it's humanly possible, looks even more focused than usual.

Jon McDaniel: Well, this is a chance for her to make it to another shot at the PWA World's Heavyweight Championship, and it's another chance for her to scrap it up against Jamie Flynn. Fans, we are in for a treat tonight.

Brian Rentfro: If this is anything like thier previous matches, we could be in for a very long night. They went 17 back in July, and then the full Broadway 60 minutes in August, and 25 minutes during the Ladder War at Manitoba Mayhem. With everything on the line here, I'm thinking it will be closer to the Broadway.

Jon McDaniel: I would not be surprised my friend.

Brian Rentfro: Who you callin' friend?

### 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 ###

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.

Jon McDaniel: Let's take it to Eric for the introductions.

Eric Emerson slides into the ring and stands in the middle, right next to the referee.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening, and it is a for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER'S POSTION for the Pioneer Wrestling Association HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.... OF THE WORLD!!! As decreed, there MUST BE A WINNER. There are no countouts, no disqualifications, and NO TIME LIMIT.

The crowd immediately goes crazy for that as Eric allows them to get their pop in.

Eric Emerson: When the bell rings, the man in charge, PWA official Mr. Andrew Jansen!

Andrew raises his arms to very little of a pop.
Eric Emerson: And now ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, in the corner to my left. She comes to us from Buffalo, New York! She weighed in this morning at 141 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches. She is, for over 134 days, the PWA Intercontinenal Champion, this is RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona snaps off a crucifix at the crowds, especially at the small "FUCK 'EM LANGLY, FUCK 'EM UP!" chant that has already begun to form in the upper reaches of the arena.

Eric Emerson: And now, in the corner to my right! He calls Seattle, Washington his home. He stands at six foot and one-half inches and weighs in at 205 pounds. He is one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions of the World! THIS IS JAAAAAMMMIIIIIEEEEEE.... FLYNNN!!!!!!!

Jamie nods as he continues to stretch, his eyes never leaving Riona's as the two rivals stare off at each other. Andrew Jansen walks to each competitor, checking them for weapons as they hand off their respective title belts. Handing them to the timekeeper, Andrew makes the signal to start the match!

*** DING DING DING ***

Riona and Jamie start the match out slowly, circling each other, but it's Riona that makes the first move, Jamie's words this week seeming to echo in her sub-conscious as she quickly charges Jamie and goes for a high knee, but the Tag Team Champion reacts first, armdragging Riona to the mat. Jamie holds the arm into an armbar, but Riona muscles her way to her feet and elbows out of the hold before spinning and delivering her first nasty chop of the evening! Jamie reels into the corner, and Riona follows, delivering a series of stiff knees to the gut. Jamie shoves Riona out of the corner and, as Riona charges back in, throws her right into the corner before launching her backwards with a half-nelson suplex, with a bridge that only gets two as Riona powers out of it. Bother competitors stand, and Riona lands another huge chop! Jamie is intent on not taking more than one of those as there are handprints already on his body. Jamie kicks Riona in the gut before she can fire another chop off, and then drags her to the mat with a Fujiwara Armbar! However, it's too close to the ropes and Riona is quick to throw a foot on them. Jamie holds the hold unti Andrew counts to four, and then lets up, pulling Riona away from the ropes and slapping the hold on again! However, his grip on the hold isn't as strong this time and Riona slides out, going for a Mexican Surfboard. Jamie seems to know this move too well, as he twists out of the hold during the rocking, and then fires off a chop of his own as both stand.

Riona just stares at Jamie, who looks non-chalant about the attack, before she dashes forward, dragging Jamie to the mat and delivering a series of mounted elbows and punches like we've seen from these two in matches past. Jamie is able to shove Riona off of him, but not after taking a nasty blow or two to the head. Riona goes for a roundhouse kick, but Jamie grabs ahold of her leg and drags her face-first to the mat before HE sets her up for a surfboard! However, Riona seems to have leanred from Jamie as Riona uses her leg strengt to her free. Grabbing ahold of Jamie as both get to their feet, Riona Irish whips him into the ropes and follows up with a sick ROARING ELBOW to the skull that sends Jamie reeling to the outside. As Jamie rests for a bit, Riona snaps off a crux pose and then bounces the ropes flying towards Jamie with an ELBOW SUICIDA... BUT JAMIE ROCKS HER WORLD WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE SKULL AS RIONA CRASHES FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL BARRIER! Riona looks like she's out as Jamie presses the advantage the rules have given him, sitting Riona up against the steel barrier and just turning her head into hamburger as he drives his knee into her face over and over again! After about 7 shots to the skull, Jamie finally lets up and pulls Riona to her feet, but Riona surprises him as she drives him backfirst into the edge of the ring! CHOP! Riona fires off a knife-edge that can be heard echoing through the arena, and Jamie quickly bails, not wanting to take more than one of those at a time as he rolls into the ring. Riona slides in after him and the two meet in the center of the ring where Jamie initiates a collar and elbow tie-up.

Jamie powers Riona into the ropes, his strength advantage meaning something after all, and breaks the tie-up before sending a sharp kick to Riona's ribs. Riona buckles over from the attack, and Jamie capitalizes, grabbing Riona leg and pullng her down into an attempt at the STF. Riona's knowledge of the hold prevents that, so Jamie switches things up into an Oriental crossbow. Riona screams a bit in the hold, but manages to escape it, having been in the match too early for something like that to keep her down, but Jamie knees her in the head for the trouble of escaping.

Riona stages a comeback and dominates for a while, but Flynn finds a way to turn the tables. A counter to a whip to the far corner sends Riona crashing into both the referee and the turnbuckles. Flynn locks Riona into an STF on a second attempt, but after several agonizing minutes, she makes the ropes. Since the ref is still out cold, Flynn doesn't break the hold. There's a commotion in the crowd and suddenly, the Phoenix is standing in the ring with a chair in his hands. He swings the chair down, but Flynn senses it coming and rolls out of the way, leaving Riona to be caught with the full force of the swing. Flynn takes two steps toward Phoenix, but Phoenix drops down and rolls out of the ring, walking backwards up the ramp, watching the ring. Flynn slaps the ref to wake him up and covers Riona for the win.

Winner: Jamie Flynn