World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Just Close Your Eyes

The arena lights go out as the crowd begins to settle down. The quiet intro of "Just Close Your Eyes" by Waterproof Blonde begins to play. As the melody flows over the arena, visions appear on the ADCtron:

Hayes looking solemn, a look of almost desperation on his face.
Malicious, the camera panning around him as he stands there with the TV title on his shoulder.

Soft drums kick in, and then you hear a feminine, melancholy voice.

“Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see.”

Viktor Stone, training in the ring, sweat glistening in the over head lights.

“”Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be”

A cut to Raizzor, strolling down a darkened hallway, his duster flowing behind him.

“”One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew”

Red and blue strobe lights give the only brightness in the arena as the video continues to play, this time showing Hunter Sullivan standing with the camera aimed from the ground up, giving him the illusion of being gigantic.

“ “And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I'm you.”

Then it cuts to Chamelion, his head lowered as the lyrics flow and as the next lines echo, he raises his head up, revealing his Cheshire Grin.

“ “Inside me a light was turned on
Then I was alliiiivvvveee”

As the drum beats its multiple beats, quick split second visions of all the major Genesis players flash by, before it cuts to Corey Lazarus hit the End Credits on Malicious to claim his chance to fight again for the Intercontinental Title at Genesis.

“ “If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived, and scars never healed”

Riona Langly is caught in an STF hold by Flynn, and Phoenix intervenes by accidentally hitting Riona Langly with the chair instead of Flynn.

“ “In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
and find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes”

The video cuts again to The Phoenix holding up the World Title at X-mas @ Ground Zero.

“ “Hearts uninspired, trapped inside somebody's dream
Too close to the fire, yet cold and so numb with the pain”

He is bloodied and battered, but there is a big grin on his face. It changes over to The Phoenix, in slow motion, hitting The Flame on Jamie Flynn.

“ “But the fever has broken, and the river has run to the sea
Washed to the ocean, and saved by a voice inside me”

Meanwhile, the screen splits as the top continues to show Phoenix trying to put Flynn away, but on the bottom it shows Flynn putting The Phoenix in the Mercy Killing and Phoenix struggling for dear life.

“ “Inside me a light was turned on
Then I was allliiiivvvvee”

Quick cuts back and forth of Flynn and Phoenix winning matches, using their finishers as the song kicks into chorus

“ “If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived, and scars never healed”

Hunter costing Chamelion his match against Davis, Chamelion rupturing Hunter into the light tubes at Unsanctioned!

“ “In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
and find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes”

Malicious defeating Amber Rose, one step away from his Destiny. Jethro Hayes, pinning Viktor Stone, a chance to claim his Destiny.

“ “Never thought I would be here, so high in the air
This is my unanswered prayer”

Raizzor coming face to face with Stone, the challenge for Genesis made. Stone accepting; knowing for both men, this is their potential Destiny.

“ “Defined by another, so much wasted time
Out of the darkness, each breath that I take will be mine”

The screen splits into eight squares, showing each of the eight main players of Genesis….as the chorus strikes up again.

“ “If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived, and scars never healed”

Back to the final moments of last week’s match, where Phoenix hits the Flame on Flynn, and Chamelion driving his foot between Flynn’s legs to super kick Phoenix down.

“ “In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
and find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes”

The screen turns dark red as Phoenix and Flynn fill the center of the screen, Lazarus and Langly outside of them, and finally Chamelion and Hunter on the edges. The word "DESTINY" fades onto the screen in dark blue lettering.

“ “If you just close your eyes!”

And as the music begins to the fade, a final face appears on the screen, over laying everyone, with a smile of almost secret knowledge:

Scotty ‘The Panther’ Snow.

Then the scene switches to ringside, as the fans are exploding with cheers and calls for Scotty Snow! And we find ourselves panning down to Brian Rentfro and Jon McDaniel.

Jon McDaniel: Welcome everyone to GENESIS NINE!!!

Brian Rentfro: It’s DESTINY, Jon! Destiny that we’ve made it ten years in the PWA, through thick and thin, they couldn’t keep us down!

Jon McDaniel: Even though we’ve had breaks, close downs, changes, like taking Genesis to High Impact Competition, we never could truly be denied our Destiny!

Brian Rentfro: And like the PWA, there are those here tonight who have their own Destinies to be fulfilled!

Jon McDaniel: You got that right, Brian! For one, there is the Destiny of one man to capture the Money in the Bank briefcase, and be awarded a special prize… but remember, unlike other federations; it’s NOT necessarily going to be a World Title Shot!

Brian Rentfro: Then there’s our Tag-Team match; with Jamie Flynn and Kyle Stevenson defending against Enika Engel and a mystery partner!

Jon McDaniel: Can Flynn score Destiny and not only win this match, but later on defeat the Phoenix and be our first two time champion? And what of this mystery partner?

Brian Rentfro: Everyone and their mother thinks its Thunderwolf, and to be truthful, it would make the most sense! And if it is, Flynn would be better off lying down and saving himself for Phoenix!

Jon McDaniel: Flynn NEVER lays down, for anyone, Brian, and this will be no different! No, I promise you, Flynn will find his Destiny somehow tonight!

Brian Rentfro: And then, we have the Television Championship match, with Malicious going for his third, and most important defense, as it can lead to a Destiny of his own, to challenge for the World Title; but in his way; Jethro Hayes!

Jon McDaniel: In this case, their Destinies are the same; for Jethro has been denied, denied, denied every chance, and if he wins tonight, he will be on his way to achieving a Destiny that has been denied way too long; if he can defend three times, that is!

Brian Rentfro: Ohh, and then it’s the match that truly defines a man’s Destiny: Raizzor returns!!

The crowd roars at this.

Jon McDaniel: The only man in PWA History to compete at every Genesis. His record is astounding! Of the eight events, he has competed in nine matches, and is 7-1-1, but never, ever pinned in the squared circle.

Brian Rentfro: If he wins tonight, that streak continues, but he has to face a man who’s own Destiny is in question; Viktor Stone has been mocked by the fans of the PWA since turning down his best World Title chance, and tonight, if he wins, he’ll shut them all up, and begin his climb again!

Jon McDaniel: It’s Destiny, all right, for the other Sommers Brother! Chamelion, co-president of the PWA, allowed now without question to compete for championship gold, has a chance to claim Destiny and become the only five time Grizzly Beer Champion in PWA History!

Brian Rentfro: For Hunter Sullivan, what a Destiny it would be, to topple Chamelion, defend his Grizzly Beer Championship and garner the respect and awe of everyone in the PWA for an achievement very difficult to reach! He’s in for the battle of his life, but he’s a man that can rise to the occasion!

Jon McDaniel: Let’s turn to a battle that is about to reach it’s final boiling point! Riona Langly and Corey Lazarus have been embittered in a war for so long, it’s like they are intertwined by a Destiny of a different sort. Langly, holding the IC title since mid September, sees this as the chance to finally put an end to Lazarus, but Corey knows that for him to claim his Destiny, he has to over come the odds that have been stacked against him for oh, so long!

Brian Rentfro: And then it’s the main event… but the question right now is; whose Destiny is it to be IN the main event?

Jon McDaniel: Exactly! We didn’t speak of this before, but the first match of the night is The World Champion, Phoenix, having to defend his title against Scotty Snow! Snow, who has never, in his life, amounted to much of anything, is being giving a crowning moment, a world title match… and the question is, can he pull off the upset?

Brian Rentfro: No way in hell! Snow’s just going to be embarrassed. You can damn well bet Phoenix will make short work of him, and be ready, more so then Flynn, for their main event match! And that’s exactly what you can expect to see!

Jon McDaniel: So then, it’s a matter of question then; whose Destiny will be fulfilled tonight here at Genesis? Will be it Jamie Flynn, whose storied career has been of a man who always seems to come out on top, or that of The Phoenix? The man who MADE the PWA, who MADE Genesis, could be the one to stand tall AT Genesis in the end?

Brian Rentfro: It could very well, for so many, be the defining moment of their Destiny!

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time… its time for you to sit back, hold your breath and watch as Genesis Nine begins… NOW!


The Phoenix vs Scottie 'The Panther' Snow


Jon McDaniel: We are live in the PWA Dome in beautiful St. Louis, Missouri! And Genesis 9, Destiny is about to begin!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit and is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger...

The opening riff to "Welcome to the Jungle" starts to play as the arena lights go out. Two large, black panthers are led out onto the stage by six men. As the song's intro hits the crescendo, pyros go off and Scottie "The Panther" Snow is suddenly at the top of the entrance ramp. He does a bad kung fu pose, then high tails it to the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, the reigning PWA champion of the world...The Phoenix!

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria starts as the arena lights darken. The Phoenix steps onto the stage, his mask sitting atop his head, exposing his face to the crowd. He casually starts to walk to the ring, sipping a mug of coffee as he walks.

Jon McDaniel: The champ doesn't seem to be taking this match that seriously.

Brian Rentfro: Why should he, Jon? This is Scottie Snow we're talking about.

In the ring, Phoenix unsnaps the title belt from around his waist with his free hand and offers it to the referee, who shows the belt first to Phoenix, then Snow before holding it up for the crowd. The referee motions for Phoenix to get rid of his coffee so the match can start, but the Phoenix ignores him.

Jon McDaniel: You know, I never thought I'd be calling a Scottie Snow World title match, especially not at Genesis!

Brian Rentfro: And the night after he was inducted into the Hall of Fame, no less!

Scottie Snow, tired of waiting on Phoenix, heads towards the champion to get rid of the coffee, but Phoenix casually shoves him away and keeps sipping. Snow, angry now, slaps Phoenix hard across the face, sending his mask flying off his head. Phoenix responds by throwing the hot coffee into Snow's face, who screams in pain, and then tosses the mug into the crowd. Phoenix charges Snow and takes him down with a stiff European uppercut as the ref calls for the bell to start the match.

Brian Rentfro: And the mind games start early from Robinson!

Phoenix backs up and gives Snow time to get to his feet. The two men lock up, but Phoenix easily hiptosses Scottie to the mat. Phoenix reaches down and slaps Snow across the face before backing off again.

Jon McDaniel: Robinson is just toying with Snow at this point.

Brian Rentfro: He obviously feels he's got the match in hand, so why not?

Snow springs to his feet and rushed at the Phoenix, who easily scoops him up and locks him into position for the Flame. Snow kicks his legs, but Phoenix brings him crashing down to the mat. Phoenix makes the cover.

Phoenix pulls Snow up by the hair, breaking the count.

Jon McDaniel: What was he thinking? He had the match won!

Brian Rentfro: Robinson just wants to set an example for later tonight. This is a message to Jamie Flynn.

Robinson stands up, basking in the boos of the crowd. He even climbs to the top turnbuckle and cups his ear, causing the crowd to boo louder. He leaps backwards with a moonsault, but rolls off Snow, not even trying to make a pin. The Phoenix gets to his feet and puts one foot on Snow and makes a muscle pose.


The Phoenix sighs and bends down to pull Snow to his feet, but Snow grabs his head and pulls him down into a small package.


The PWA Dome erupts in cheers as the referee calls for the bell.

Brian Rentfro:...

Jon McDaniel: Brian, I can't believe what I just saw.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, let's wait for the official announcement in case we got some bad acid backstage.

Eric Emerson is in the ring talking with the referee.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...

Phoenix is standing next to Emerson with his hand over the microphone, whispering in Emerson's ear.

Eric Emerson: According to President Robinson, this is a best of three falls match.

The crowd roars its displeasure at this announcement. Scottie Snow throws up his hands in disbelief as the referee calls for the bell to restart the match.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe that Robinson just pulled that stunt! Scottie Snow should be the new World Heavyweight Champion!

Brian Rentfro: Jon, you can't blame Rob for Eric Emerson's mistake!

They lock up and Phoenix easily takes Snow down with a side headlock takeover. Phoenix spins around, grabs Snow's ankle, gets to his feet, pulls Snow up in the air by the foot and slams his knee down to the mat. Phoenix locks Snow into a camel clutch in the middle of the ring. Snow struggles, but get to his feet with Robinson on his shoulders. Robinson leans forward into a victory roll.


Scottie Snow rolls forward.


Once again, the crowd erupts into cheers.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, I think I'm having a flashback.

Jon McDaniel: This is no flashback, Brian, Scottie Snow just won the match!

Eric Emerson is in the ring, but Phoenix storms over and rips the microphone out of his hand, then turns his attention to senior referee Dwayne Cross.

Phoenix: Start the match over, Cross! That was a fast count, and you know it!

Dwayne Cross: That was a fair count, Rob.

Phoenix: Oh, really? You'd better reconsider that for a minute, Dwayne. I'm the man in charge of the PWA and I said it was a fast count. Now, start the match over!

Dwayne Cross: No, I'm not going to do that. I made a fair call, you lost, that's all there is to it!

Phoenix: [smiling] Alright, fine. You're fired! Security, get this man the hell out of my ring!

Cross looks shocked as security enters the ring and forces him out and up the ramp.

Phoenix: Alright, now send me a real referee than can do his damn job!

Jon McDaniel: Wait, can he do that?

Brian Rentfro: He just did, Jon. That Cross has been crooked since the beginning, I don't know why it took ten years to get rid of him!

Inside the ring, Snow is back on the mat with Phoenix putting the boots to him. Phoenix climbs to the top rope and comes crashing down with the Ashes! But, since there's no referee, he can't make the pin. Instead, he rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair.The cameras cut to the ramp but no one is there. No ref is coming. The shot on the screen cuts to the back to find someone to stop the mayhem and bring order back to the match. No back up refs can be seen. A large banging can be heard from across the hallway in a broom closet. A roadie walking by opens up the door to find …

“Man it’s been too long, I took a wrong turn. Quick ‘Al’, to the ring!”

McDaniel “My God …..”

Rentrfo “But, but, but … I thought he was long gone. Welcome back my friend. To the whole world, I welcome back ---“

McDaniel “Sirus Moran!”

Rentfro “Hey, I was going to say that. At least I can saw hello to ---“

McDaniel “And ‘Al’! What are they wearing”

Rentfro “A ref’s shirt. Come on Jon, how long have you been doing this for?”


Sirus Moran and ‘Al’ rush down to the ring so fast Sirus doesn’t even stop to high five or shake hands with anyone. Sirus hair is still on the longer side and he looks like he’s kept in shape. I guess a three year old will do that to a guy. He is sporting a fresh L7 on his forehead as always. Nothing fancy outside of the ref shirt and jeans but we do expect him to be wearing official Brothers Grimm Underoos.

McDaniel “That man is on a mission.”

Sirus reaches the ring, slides in under the ropes, runs through the ring and slides out the other side all the while Phoenix can only stare at this mad man. Sirus places ‘Al’ down at the time keepers spot and tells him to keep his eyes peeled for any mischief. He then points to ‘Al’ and says no funny stuff. With a a quick nod Sirus turns on his heels and slides into the ring ready for business.

Phoenix looks on in shock and starts to yell at Sirus and point back towards the entrance ramp. Sirus just shrugs and tugs on the collar of his shirt, indicating that he's the referee. Phoenix turns back to Snow and starts to swing the chair, but Sirus catches it and tries to pull it away. The two get in a tug of war over the chair, which Sirus wins, sending Robinson collapsing backwards to the mat. Robinson slaps the mat in frustration and gets to his feet, yelling at Sirus. Out of nowhere, Scottie Snow leaps at him and takes him down with the Snow Plow! Robinson's head bounces off the dropped chair! Sirus checks Robinson shoulders and starts to count.


Jon McDaniel: That's it, Brian! Robinson is out of chances, Scottie Snow has just won the title!

In the ring, Sirus Moran raises Scottie Snow's arm in victory and hands him the belt.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match...and NEW World Heavyweight Champion...Scottie "The Panther" Snow!

The crowd is on its feet cheering for the new champion when Robinson finally sits up and sees what's going on. His mouth is wide open, as are his eyes with the shock of what just happened. The locker room has cleared out and the entire roster is headed toward the ring to celebrate with Scottie. Robinson slowly gets to his feet, still not believing what he's seeing. He grabs the chair and slowly starts towards Scottie Snow. He winds up, but before he can swing it, Jethro Hayes spins him around and Calf Tosses him out of the ring!

Jon McDaniel: And it looks like Jethro Hayes just stopped Robinson from getting his revenge on Scottie Snow!

Brian Rentfro: Once he's realized what's happened, Rob is not going to be amused by that!

Jon McDaniel: Amused or not, we just saw history being made, Brian. We've got a new champion and that means the composition of the main event has just been changed. Jamie Flynn has spent the last two weeks training for the Phoenix, but now he's got to face Scottie Snow instead!

Brian Rentfro: I'm betting Jamie doesn't see that as a problem, Jon.

The assembled wrestlers pick up Scottie and put him on their shoulders and parade him around the ring as the fans applaud.

Jamie Flynn & Kyle Stevenson vs Enika Engel & Mystery Partner



Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Tag-Team Championships!

Brian Rentfro: I’ve been waiting for this! I got money riding on this!

Jon McDaniel: Money!? WHY!?

Brian Rentfro: Dude, you know it’s Thunderwolf that is Enika’s partner, but some people are idiots, and bet against me!

Jon McDaniel: Betting against you is usually the smart thing to do!

Brian Rentfro: huh!?

Eric Emerson: Introducing first….

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!!!!

Brian Rentfro: Stevenson is in for the fight of his life tonight. Very few can stand against the might of Thunderwolf!

Jon McDaniel: Your confidence astounds me.

Brian Rentfro: Thank you.

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, and his PWA Tag-title around his waist, 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 converses quietly with Stevenson.

Eric Emerson: And now, their opponents…

Brian Rentfro: Here we go!!!

Jon McDaniel: You so need a chill pill!

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 positive reaction; with her fiancé Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser following in suite; which brings in even more fanfare. 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" insignia 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 - Thunderwolf following in suite ...

### 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, large pink blasts of pyro begin firing behind her, her budget a little more substantial since the last time she was around for this song and dance...

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

### Could you shine your light?###
### Now I learn your ways, 'cause they're just like mine. ###

Dustin and Enika share a quick, yet well-versed and passionate kiss...

### 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, pointing to a few of her friends in the front row - giving them and the camera man a bright, white, gorgeous smile. She soon retreats to her corner and discusses her match plans with Thunderwolf.

Jon McDaniel: Um, Brian. Thunderwolf isn’t in his wrestling gear.

Brian Rentfro: (Sweating).. it’s a ploy, that’s all!

Eric Emerson: And her tag-team partner……

Enika slinks over to Emerson, and whispers something in his ear. He blinks, nodding and Enika then hands a piece of paper to the referee. He reads it, and looks at her, and she just smiles. Shrugging, the ref nods.

Jon McDaniel: What’s going on!?

Brian Rentfro: I have.. NO.. idea!

Eric Emerson: I have just been informed that Enika Engel’s partner will be arriving late. In the meantime, she has requested the match to begin!

Jon McDaniel: It’s a handicap match!?

Brian Rentfro: Thunderwolf isn’t her partner!? No!!!


As the bell rings, Flynn tells Stevenson to start the match, after all he has a world title match later on. Stevenson nods, as he wants a chance to redeem himself against Enika. Sauntering into the ring, Enika does not look bothered at all by Stevenson’s angry look, and motions him to ‘bring it on.”

Jon McDaniel: We already saw how Enika can face off against Stevenson, she may actually not need a tag partner, if she can keep Stevenson from ever tagging in Flynn.

Stevenson and Enika tie up, and Stevenson locks on a side headlock. Enika delivers a pair of forearms to Stevenson's ribs, and then bounces him off of the ropes. Enika tries for a shoulder block, but Stevenson knocks her down. Stevenson bounces off of the ropes, and jumps over Enika as she slides towards Stevenson on the mat. Enika jumps to her feet, and then leapfrogs over Stevenson as he bounces off of the ropes again. Enika then falls backwards as Lazarus is returning once more, and goes for a monkey flip variation. Stevenson does a complete flip and lands on his feet on the mat, and then turns to face Enika, who then jumps to her feet. The two tie up again, and Enika locks on a front face lock. She then drapes Stevenson's arm over her head, and goes for a vertical suplex. Lifting Stevenson up, Enika plants him down with a jack hammer slam! She jumps up, smirking at her handiwork.

Brian Rentfro: Stevenson is getting no respect here!

Jon McDaniel: And it seems that Enika has the match well in hand!

Dusting her hands, Enika picks up Stevenson, and goes for another vertical suplex, but Stevenson blocks it, and to Enika’s surprise, the move is reversed and she goes slamming to the canvas! Stevenson then quickly grabs her and plants her with a DDT! The crowd is loud, chanting Enika’s name.

Brian Rentfro: Stevenson is actually taking control!

Jon McDaniel: Where is Enika’s partner, he has to make a save NOW!

Stevenson then has his moment to smile. He picks up Enika, who with all her confidence, didn’t expect this and he plants her again with another DDT! Thunderwolf looks on, surprised as well, and Flynn is calling for the tag!

Brian Rentfro: It’s almost as if Enika let her ego get the best of her! She’s in a terrible spot now!

Stevenson spits on Enika, a sign of huge disrespect and struts over, tagging in Jamie Flynn!

Jon McDaniel: It’s over now, no way she can handle the might of Flynn and Stevenson!

Flynn steps in, patting Stevenson on the back for a job well done, and then tells him to help Flynn pick Enika up! Both walk over, and as Stevenson drops to grab Enika by the hair, Flynn suddenly hits a high knee lift into Stevenson’s face! Stevenson stands erect from the impact and grabs his face, blood pouring out!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT THE!!?

Jon McDaniel: Flynn just turned on Kyle Stevenson!!

Flynn then hits the ropes and executes the Suicide Devil’s Plancha on the dazed Kyle Stevenson! Enika, back to her feet, shakes her head to clear the cobwebs. Flynn looks at her, she looks at him, and they smile and slap hands! Flynn then runs to Enika’s corner, steps through the ropes and reaches out … for a TAG!

Brian Rentfro: NO.. WAY!?

Jon McDaniel: Can.. can it be!?

At ringside, Eric Emerson stands and raises his mic.

Eric Emerson: And now.. introducing Enika’s partner… JAMIE FLYNN!

Enika laughs, tags in Flynn, who comes in and wraps Stevenson up in the Mercy Killing! Stevenson cries out in pain, trying desperately to reach the ropes, but to no avail…. And with barely any wits left, Stevenson slaps the mat, tapping out!


Brian Rentfro: I .. I don’t believe what I just saw!

Jon McDaniel: Enika and Flynn… are partners… tag team partners…

Brian Rentfro: And more importantly…..

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, and…Still? New?? Whatever, the Tag-Team Champions of Jamie Flynn and Enika Engel!!!

The crowd is stunned, but cheering at the outcome… as Thunderwolf steps in and the three hoist their arms high, as the ref hands Enika her new Tag title belt, and gives Flynn back his own!

Jon McDaniel: They pulled a fast one on everyone already! By the way, Brian, how much did you lose?

Brian Rentfro: (gulps) $5000!

Jon McDaniel: Oooooh boy. I think we best move on, before Brian faints!


Walk by Avenged Sevenfold blared through the arena speakers as the lights dimmed and a taint of red flickered throughout the arena. The audience seemed to come to a hush, started by the sudden decrease of light.

Eric Emerson: “From Newfoundland Canada, Amber!”

Finally, realizing what was happening the crowd was no longer hushed as they blared out with cheer for the beautiful red head they where about to see. Waiting for a few more seconds as if to tease her fans, she finally decided it was time to show herself. Coming through the backstage area curtains energetically, she raised her hands up in the air pumped from the vibe of her cheering fans. Bringing her hands back down, she raised them again to run them from her beautiful short red hair and ruffled it. The red hot diva then began to walk down the ramp, giving high fives to fans close to the barricade. When approaching the ring, Amber would run the rest of the way down the ramp until she got to the ring side. She would then hop up on the side of the ring, shake her behind a little to get the audience going more, and then she would enter the ring. Going to a turnbuckle, Amber would stand on it and raise her hands in the air again. She would do this on each turnbuckle. Amber then walked to the center of the ring and looked towards the titantron area for her opponent.

: 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 along with a black sombrero and toreador jacket. Holding the curtain open for Montaña Rose (who is holding a large bouquet of flowers) El Rey then takes Rosa in his arms and they dance a brief Muñeiraon stage before El Rey begins dancing a Bolero down the ramp as Rosa follows tossing flowers out to the crowd.

Eric Emerson: “From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico El Rey!”

When they reach the bottom of the ramp Rey turns and takes the bouquet (Which is all roses now) from Montaña and then procedes to pass them out to the women in the front row. Then he removes his jacket and hat and hands them to Rosa before he climbs into the ring and waits for the starting bell.

The arena is bathed in golden light as purple confetti drops from the ceiling. Chancellor Maxim, Lord Spalding, and General Jock come out first, followed by a harem of beautiful young women who line the entryway with flowers. Next come the Imperial Legion, carrying the imperial throne, upon which sits Emperor Ian. The Emperor sits proudly basking in the adoration of the fans (at least what he thinks is adoration).

As they reach ringside, the throne is lowered to the ground, and the Emperor is led by the ladies to the ring, where they remove his fancy robe and whatever headgear he might have on his head (His outfit varies from show to show, usually incorporating aspects of Roman, German, Japanese, Ottoman, and other Imperial dress). His wrestling attire is usually an amateur-style singlet with The letters "E" and "I" written in a fancy golden font on a black eagle.

The Emperor stands with his arms crossed glaring at his opponent with a smug grin on his face (or if he's forced to come out first, he stares at the ring announcer until his opponent enters the ring). Lord Spalding grabs the mic away from the ring announcer and says the following:

"Bow your heads unwashed peons, for your almighty sovereign, your absolute ruler, the Kaiser of carnage, the Sultan of Slam, the Tsar of savagery, the Overlord of offense, and the Master of Manipulation, The Imperator of Professional Wrestling, Emperor Ian!"

The Emperor holds out his arms and raises them, then after a few seconds, slowly lowers them.

The lights darken then begin to flash to the rift of the ripping guitar. Smoke begins to engulf the entrance way, suddenly from the smoke a figure could bee seen. The shadow stepped out from the fog and into the dimmed flashing lights, to reveal to the crowd it was the sinister, Johnathan Riker. Riker walked from the entrance way with a hunched back, his head tilted to the side staring into the ring like a curious creature. After making his way down the ramp, Riker crawls into the ring, getting to his hand and feet and crawling to the far right corner. Their Johnathan sat on the bottom turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.

Eric Emerson: “From parts unknown Johnathan Riker”

Crazy blares across the PA system as Ryan Ross comes out to a video of his finishing move the Shi Driver and Taunts. He Looks at the crowd and gives a cocky smirk to everyone in the audience. The fans boo loudly, jeering and shouting obsentaties, But Ryan doesn't give them a second thought he leaves the stage and walks down the elaborate aisle way to the ring the fans on each side get there verbal remarks in and Ryan just smirks and give them the wave of his middle finger. Ryan walks up to the one cheering fan and allows them to take a picture but it was only the man who wore the shirt Ryan's the hottest star since the sun. Ryan rolled into the ring, goes to the nearest corner and stands on the second rope throwing his arms out to his side the fans jeer and boo as Ryan jumps off and waits for the match to begin.

Eric Emerson: “From Seattle, Washington Ryan Ross”

The arena is dimmed until only a single beam of light shines on the center of the entrance ramp. A few seconds pass before the first line of Last Resort play, purple and red spotlights joining the first beam.


The ramp explodes as cascades of fireworks rain upon the backstage entrance, Shadow Starr stepping out to ecstatic fans. He looks to his right, pauses, then looks to his left, taking in the adulation. He then focuses his sights on the ring, making his way down the entrance ramp.

No Breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my own breathing

This is my last resort

Eric Emerson: “From Cleveland, Ohio Shadow Starr”

Shadow takes his time heading to the ring, shaking hands and giving high fives to the fans coming down. He slowly walks from one side of the ramp to the other, trying not to miss too many people on his way down. He gets to the bottom of the ramp, turning back towards the top of the ramp.

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are dinomite
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide

Shadow takes off his hat, throwing it into the crowd. He smiles as the cheers continue, making his way into the ring.

'Cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Shadow climbs the northeast turnbuckle, raising his arms skyward as he raises his index and middle fingers on each hand. He climbs down,ready for the match to start.

The lights in the venue dim as a hand becomes visible throwing the entrance curtain open. And out comes the Celtic Fury receiving a mixed reaction from the audience as "Battle Song" blares into the speakers.

Hear the sound of swords fulfill the night
Feel the winds of death on your skin
See the arrows fly, flaming in the sky
Hear the screams of men, as they die

At the top of the entrance aisle, Figgins turns his back to the audience outstretching both of his arms and leaning back. Finally he spins on one foot and spits energy drink onto the aisle infront of him. Letting his arms fall back down to his side he began his trek towards the squared circle

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

Eric Emerson:"Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 267 pounds...He is the Celtic Fury...JACOB FIGGINS! "

Silence now falls upon this blood red field
Vultures feasting with the flesh of dead bodies
"This is a great moment for all of us
but now its time to head back home victorious"

The lights returned to normal and Figgins raised his head letting the audience's eyes grace him. Looking from left to right, a smirk crawled across the features of Figgins as he runs up the ring steps and walks along the apron taking a swig of his energy drink before putting the bottle down next to the southeast turnbuckle. He leaned against the ropes outstretching his arms once more and spraying a light mist onto the floor outside the ring.

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

Finally entering the ring, via the top and middle ropes, Figgins turns on one foot and extends his arms for a final time acting as if it was a privilege to the audience to watch him perform in the squared circle and within the venue itself. Dropping his arms he takes off his ring jacket and throws it outside of the ring to get prepared for his upcoming bout.

You're going to get up and scream,
"I'm already dead, I'm already dead"
You're going to get up and burn an 'X' in your head

"Real Solution #9" by White Zombie hits the PA system as Vitaly Petrov walks out. Yellow pyros to his right sky rocket into the air, and red pyros to the left do the same. He begins his descent to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Samara, Russia...

Come on - come on the motherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire!
Come on - come on the motherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire!

Vitaly is dressed in crimson red trunks with a yellow snake-pattern down each side. He has on a dark blue fitted longsleeve shirt, showing his muscle definition in his abs, chest, and arms. He reaches the ring, not paying much attention to the fans.

Eric Emerson: He weighs two hundred and thirty nine pounds and stands six feet three inches...

Vitaly climbs into the ring and begins to warm up for his match.

Eric Emerson: He is.. VITALY PETROV!!!

Vitaly raises his right arm up, keeping his head down, and begins to jog in place, waiting for the match to begin.

All the competitors gather in the center of the ring, eyes upward, staring up at the prize high above. The ref points to the time keeper signaling the timekeeper to start the match.


The hard clangs of the bell signal the start of this match. Jacob slips out of the ring and kneels down to dig below the apron. Ian takes a simpler approach and motions to Spalding and Maxim to grab him a ladder. Riker, eager to make a first impression in this match charges to Starr, but Starr counters with a stiff LARIATO ! Riker sprawls out onto the mat, it almost felt like running into a wall of stone. Vitaly and El Rey go for a traditional collar elbow lock up. Vitaly prevails and tosses El Rey into the ropes. El Rey, off the rebound nails Vitaly in the sternum with a high drop kick. Ross sees Amber and charges, she ducks the oncoming clothes line and kicks Ross in the small of the back. Not taking kindly to it, Ross wheels around and hooks the waist of Amber. Quickly he tosses her over his head and over the ropes with a belly to belly suplex. By some coincidence or the keen observation of Ross, Amber landed right on top of the kneeling Figgins, toppling him over. “Now, Now, no time for that, woman!” Figgins exclaimed before unceremoniously tossing her off of him. Figgins quickly goes back under the apron and finds a chair, shaking his head, he throws it into the ring. The flying chair nails El Rey, stunning him long enough for Vitaly to charge forth and send him out of the ring with a running fore arm. After about a minute, Ian’s henchmen finally manage to find a ladder and slide it under the ropes into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: “And they’re off!”
Jon McDaniel: “And they’re off? What is this a horse race?”

Ian kneels down to grab the ladder, Starr charges forth and leaps landing a leg drop on Ian. Ian hits the ladder face first as Starr grabs the ladder and lifts it up. Starr charges forth with the ladder, nailing Petrov and then Ross. Wanting to get the briefcase quickly, Starr set up the ladder in the center of the ring and began to ascend the ladder. When he gets to about the fourth rung, Vitaly slips behind Starr and wraps his arms around his waist. Vitaly falls back, planting Starr with a high angle back suplex, the ring reverberating from the impact.

Brain Brian Rentfro: “Ouch what an impact”
Jon McDaniel: “That’s what you get for trying to be first”

Figgins smirks, finding something heavy underneath the ring. He quickly pulls it out to reveal that it is a cooler with the Grizzly Beer logo on the side of it. Figgins sneers at the sight of it, then feels a tap upon his shoulder , he wheels around to meet a kick to the gut from Amber. Before Figgins could even recuperate, Amber plants his face into the cooler with a DDT. With Figgins out of the way, Amber slides back into the ring. She finds the chair that Figgins threw and picks it up, thwacking Ross with it on the head as soon as he started to get up. She eyes Vitaly starting to climb up the ladder, but before he could think of reaching the briefcase, she nails him in the back with the chair. The Russian still refuses to let go of the ladder, so Amber nails him once more with it. Vitaly finally loses grip of the ladder and falls off, Amber follows up, letting the chair fall upon Vitaly’s face like a hammer. Seizing this oppertunity, Amber quickly ascends the ladder. She gets one rung away from reaching the prize, she gets to where she could just touch it. But to crush her hopes, El Rey slips into the ring and pushes the ladder over. Amber topples with the ladder, hitting the mat hard

Brian Rentfro: “Amber is on Fire”
Jon McDaniel: “...Not any more”

Ian finally shakes away the cobwebs of the hit from the ladder, as does Starr from the high suplex. Seeing El Rey the nearest to the ladder, they both charge toward him. Both men extend their arms, ready to hit him with a massive clothesline, but El Rey ducks; Shadow and Ian clothesline each other, dazing them. El Rey wheels around to Ian and lifts him off of his feet. He spins Ian around and nails him with A SPINEBUSTAH ONTO THE LADDER. Ian rolls out of the ring, his left hand favoring the small of his back.

Brian Rentfro: “ That’s going to cause future back problems”
Jon McDaniel: “ You’re telling me”

Figgins recovers from the DDT to the cooler, obviously he had fallen face first on many coolers before. For one final time he digs beneath the ring, searching for another ladder. Yet again to his disappointment, he pulls out a title belt. It obviously made of cardboard, duct tape, and plastic. “PWA Internet title” Spray painted across the front. Scoffing at the sight of it, Figgins throws it over his shoulder, it landing upon the lap of Brian Rentfro.

Brian Rentfro: “What the hell is the Internet title?”
Jon McDaniel: “ Finally, you are champion of something, Brian.”

Figgins slides back into the ring, but it seemed his timing couldn’t of been any worse. For as soon as he stepped onto the canvas, he gets sent right back out onto the floor by a high drop kick from El Rey. Vitaly Finally got to his feet, shaking off the three chair shots he received from Amber earlier, El Rey grabs him by the arm and whips him hard, into the recovering Starr. Dazed once more, Starr staggers right into El Rey, who answers with a lightning fast snap suplex. El Rey slips behind Petrov and hooks his arm around his neck, bending him back. El Rey jumps back, planting the back of his head into the mat with a reverse DDT.

Brian Rentfro: “El Rey is really determined to end this losing streak”
Jon McDaniel: “What better match to end it in?”

El Rey does a little jig, he’s on a roll. Unfortunately for El Rey, he took a little too much time dancing around and Ross comes up, clubbing him in the back with a forearm. El Rey, wheels around and lands a punt to the gut. El Rey wraps his arm around Ross’ neck and lands a swinging neck breaker. El Rey spins around to prop up the ladder, but out of the corner of his eye notices Spalding willing Ian back to his feet. Remembering the last time he faced Ian, Spalding was a bit of a thorn in his side. So El Rey slips out of the ring and notices the cooler. He heaves it up onto his shoulder and sneaks up behind Spalding. El Rey throws the cooler, hitting Spalding in the back. The cooler flies open and the contents spill out. Ice and two bottles of grizzly beer spill onto the floor. None the less, Spalding and Ian are now soaked. El Rey will come to regret this move as general Jock sees an enemy so close to his charge. Out of nowhere Jock spears El Rey right into the barrier, El Rey’s ribs colliding into the foam incased steel.

Brian Rentfro: “Ouch, that killed his momentum”
Jon McDaniel: “ Well, that’s what happens when you focus on underlings”

Ian shoots back to his feet, and sees the destruction caused by El Rey’s path of fire. A smirk crawls across his features as he gets back into the ring. By that time, Figgins slides back into the ring, yet again, bad timing. Ian launches his left leg, and kicks Figgins in the groin. Figgins collapses to the mat, holding his groin, rolling back out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: “Say goodbye to babies”
Jon McDaniel: “We don’t need little Figgins’ running around anyway”

Riker finally reappeared in the ring, only to receive a back Elbow from Ian to the face. General Jock decides to come in, helping Ian with the clean up crew. Riker backed right into Jock, who locks him into a full nelson and then slams him into the mat. Seeing his henchman to back him up, Ian grabs the ladder and sets it up. Vitaly gets to his feet to see Ian climbing the ladder, and General Jock guarding it. With no time to waste, Vitaly charges forth and nails jock with a DANGEROUS knee lift into the chin of Jock. Jock staggers back and Vitaly hoists him onto his shoulder, then slams him back down with THE HAMMMER!!! With ease, Vitaly tips the ladder over with relative ease.

Brian Rentfro: “What a vicious Hammer on Ian’s General”
Jon McDaniel: “Maybe he’ll keep his nose out of the match for a while. “

Before Vitaly could even think of setting the ladder back up, Riker gets to his feet and performs a drop toe hold on Vitaly. Vitaly lands face first on the ladder he just tipped over. El Rey stagger back into the ring to see Riker, he charges, Riker all of a sudden slips. NO! His foot connects with El Rey’s face, with the MALICIOUS F*KING STRIKE!!!

Brian Rentfro: “Riker is finally getting into this match”
Jon McDaniel: “About time”

Figgins one more time gets into the ring, recovering from the shot to the groin. Riker charges to Figgins, but Figgins Slips to the side, grabs hold of Riker and nails him with a RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP ONTO THE LADDER!!!

Brian Rentfro: “And just as quickly, Riker’s momentum is halted”
Jon McDaniel: “All I can say is, poor ladder”

Figgins sits back up to only be planted to the mat by a flying crossbody block from Ross. Before he could even build Momentum, he gets nailed in the back by a dropkick from Amber. She only turns around to get nailed by a boot from Shadow Starr.

Brian Rentfro: “I have a feeling things are going to get crazy again.”
Jon McDaniel: “Great...”

Starr picks up the ladder ready to strike any that come at him. But this time all competitors swarm into the ring. Amber disarms Starr with a quick Enzugiri to the back of head. Amber grabs the ladder and sets it up, hoping that amidst the chaos she could steal a win. But Ross quickly climbs up the other side to join her. Unfortunately, the ladder was set up a little too far off to the side to reach the briefcase. Ian charges and pushes the ladder over. Both Amber and Ross fall off the top, landing on the Spanish announce table, it collapsing beneath them.

Spanish Announcers: ¡Dios mío!
Brian Rentfro: “For once it is not our table!”
Jon McDaniel: “Praise whatever divine being is up there!”

Jacob charges at Ian , one of the beer bottles in hand. Before Ian react, he feels the beer bottle nailing him over the groin, causing him to double over and roll out of the ring. Vitaly clotheslines Riker hard , knocking him to the mat. Vitaly lifts him up and throws him out of the ring with a power bomb. Figgins nails El Rey over the head with the beer bottle, and finally it breaks. El ray staggers slightly, giving Figgins enough time to bounce off the ropes and nail El Rey in the chest with a leaping knee lift. This gives El Rey enough of a push to fall out of the ring. Starr, unfortunately felt the wrath of a double knee lift from both Vitaly and Figgins. They both lift Starr up and slam him out of the ring. Vitaly and Figgins shoot a glance at each other and race to the ladder. Vitaly reaches it first and quickly ascends it, Jacob was soon to follow. Both men reach the top of the ladder, and a brawl between the two breaks out. Left hands from the southpaw Figgins, and Right hands from Vitaly begin to Fly. Jacob suddenly shoots his hands up, grabbing the briefcase. Vitaly got his hands on it as well. A very brief tug of war starts over the case. Suddenly, Vitaly swings with a right hand, connecting to the ear of Figgins. This sets off his equilibrium just enough for Figgins to lose balance the case slipping out of his grasp. The shakiness of the ladder finally causes Figgins to lose grasp of the ladder as well and crash into the ring below. Vitaly loosens the case from the hook and takes it down. Vitaly descends the ladder, case in hand.

Brian Rentfro: “We have a winner!”
Jon McDaniel: “Vitaly, has something to show off back in Russia. Now time will only tell when he will cash in”

The referee raises Vitaly’s hand declaring him the winner of the match. Vitaly holds the case over his head, beaming brightly over his win. The fans cheer loudly for the match and for Vitaly.

Eric Emerson: “Here is your winner VITALY PETROOOOV!!!”

Backstage with Scottie Snow

Backstage in the PWA Dome, workers are gathered around the catering table, getting some food. Out of nowhere, Scottie Snow runs by, title belt around his waist.

Scottie Snow: I won! I won! I won! I won!

Scottie keeps running to parts unknown.

Malicious vs Jethro Hayes


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match up is scheduled for one pin fall or submission and is for the PWA Television Title!

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: Introducing first, 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.

Eric Emerson: And the challenger, hailing from Parts Unknown...

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,

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.

Eric Emerson: He stands 6'5" and weighs 260 pounds... the PWA Television Champion... MALICIOUS!!!!

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,

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.


Malicious and Hayes begin to circle each other in the ring. Malicious goes in for the first attack and nails Hayes with a right hook, Hayes comes back with a left jab and quickly takes down Malicious with a clothesline. Malicious bounces back up and Hayes tries for another clothesline, but Malicious ducks and goes behind Hayes. He wraps Hayes up for a full-nelson slam!

Jon McDaniel: Ouch! That's gotta hurt Brian.

Brian Rentfro: It does hurt Jon.

Malicious gets Hayes to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Malicious tries a clothesline of his own but Hayes sucks and goes into the opposite ropes. Hayes comes back and nails Malicious with a big boot. Hayes goes into the ropes again and comes down with a huge leg drop! Hayes covers.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Close call there. Hayes gets Malicious to his feet and nails him with some hard punches.

Brian Rentfro: Malicious blocks a punch from Hayes and sweeps Hayes to the mat!

Malicious goes to the feet of Jethro for an ankle lock, but Jethro places a boot into his face preventing the tortuous hold, Malicious falls back as Jethro manages his feet and charges. Both men go for a clothesline and both go to the mat having connect with their clothesline; they lay there for a second before both begin to get to their vertical base. They turn and face each other and lock up for the third time in this match. Malicious goes for another wristlock, but Jethro leans into the move, hooking Malicious up into a three quarter nelson, slamming him down to the mat. Bouncing off the ropes, he jumps high up into the air going for an elbow drop, but Malicious moves out of the way just in the nick of time and Jethro lands on mat, grabbing his arm in agony. Hitting the ropes for himself, Malicious comes back with a dropkick, hitting Jethro in the chest and making the redneck fall on his back. Malicious goes for a cover.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: The advantage keeps going back and forth here between the two. These guys are evenly matched for sure!

Brian Rentfro: Are you kidding? Hayes is a superior athlete in this match, he just hasn't stepped up yet.

Jon McDaniel: Well he needs to do that soon before Malicious finishes him off!

Malicious slams the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. Hayes gets to his feet as well and Malicious tries to land a kick to Hayes' gut, but Hayes catches his feet. Malicious tries for a quick enziguri, but Hayes ducks! Jethro lifts Malicious up into the air and spinning away from the corner, drops the Malicious onto the mat with a thunderous slam. Both wrestlers roll to their side and grab at their lower back, the pain obvious on each of their faces and even through Malicious' green mask. Jethro picks Malicious up to his feet, whipping him hard into the ropes and Malicious bounces back with a springboard kick, but Hayes manages to catch him and plant him with a sitout spinebuster wrapping a leg, he makes a pin.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Oh wow! That was TOO close!

Brian Rentfro: I thought he had the 3!

Jon McDaniel: Not this time, Brian. Malicious is too tough!

Jethro shakes his head at Malicious who charges in for a takedown. Jethro lowers his body and catches Malicious on the standup and has the smaller man in a gorilla press. Jethro totes the man around the ring before jumping up releasing Malicious at the top of the jump. Jethro kneels down and Malicious crashes down on his upturned knee. Jethro picks Malicious up and tosses him into the corner. Malicious lands backfist in the corner as he stumbles out, Jethro is on top of him with right hands to the face. Jethro places his left hand on the chest of Malicious and repeatedly punches his face. Jethro spits into his hand and slaps the chest of Malicious open handed, the sound heard throughout the arena. The crowd gasps at the impact of the slap.

Jon McDaniel: Wow! What a chop!

Brian Rentfro: That looked incredibly painful.

Hayes lands a sharp kick into Malicious' stomach and hip tosses Malicious out of the corner. Malicious gets back to his feet and Hayes doubles him over. After doubling Malicious over, Jethro places Malicious' head between his thighs, and then wraps his arms around Malicious' waist in a reverse rear waistlock. Hayes then whips Malicious up vertically, hislegs across either of his shoulders, and then shoves Malicious forward, letting the momentum slam Malicious down to the mat on his upper back.

Jon McDaniel: THE PLANTER!

Brian Rentfro: It's OVER!

Hayes makes the cover.





Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match and new PWA Television Champion... JEETTTHHRROOO HAAAAYYYEESS!!!

Jethro gets to his feet, very excited about winning his match and a new title. The title gets handed to him and he raises it in the air as the crowd goes wild.

Jon McDaniel: And Jethro adds another title to his repertoire.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro has never been TV Champ?

Jon McDaniel: Not according to my knowledge. The sad thing is that Malicious was one defense away from earning his World Title shot. He's gotta be steamed about that.

Jethro gives Malicious a pat on the back, who's just getting up to his feet. Jethro slides out of the ring and heads up the ramp, Malicious following shortly afterwards.

The cameras cut backstage, where at least a dozen PWA security guards surround a man lying face-down on the floor with blood pooling under his head.

Guard 1: Where the fuck are the paramedics?!

Guard 2: They're on their way!

Enika Engel rushes over to the scene, on the verge of tears.

Enika: Dustin! Dustin! Are you okay? Can you hear me?!

Guard 1: Whoever did this got him good, Miss Engel.

Enika: Oh my god...!

The EMTs show up with a stretcher and a gurney, and one of them helps the guards slowly roll the man - Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser - over onto his back. Enika starts nearly breaking down even more as one of the members of PWA security walks up to her and holds her, but she shoves him away and drops to her knees.

Enika: Who DID this?! Who the fu...

A surprised whistle is heard over the commotion as Enika looks up, and Corey Lazarus walks into the scene with a bloodied towel over his shoulder.

Lazarus: Well, well, well, little miss Creampie Cathy, we meet again.

Enika jumps to her feet as Lazarus makes an exagerated motion to the bloody towel on his shoulder, and lunges at him. 3 security guards restrain her, and Corey steps back, his trademark devilish smirk the most apparent it's been in weeks.

Lazarus: Hey, babe, just fucking relax, okay? You know just as well as I do that HE started it this time. All I'm doing is making sure no JEALOUS, EGOTISTICAL DOUCHEBAGS...

Corey turns to the KO'd Dustin - now fitted with the neckbrace and strapped to the stretcher - to yell that.

Lazarus: ...get in my way tonight of walking out of St. Louis the Intercontinental champion. So that, right there? If you really wanted to be with THAT piece of garbage more than you did the L-A-Z? Hey, be my guest. But these are the fucking consequences, you stupid cunt. Deal with them. Rock n' roll.

Corey walks off as Enika, still restrained by security, keeps looking back and forth between Dustin as the stretcher is being wheeled towards the ambulance by the bay door down the hall and Laz as he walks away.


The scene cuts backstage to the catering area, which is placed around a bunch of various sized packing boxes; some so large they could hold refrigerators. At the food table, we find Toshi Yang pouring herself a cup of coffee. As she turns around, her eyes widen she smiles happily, chirping.

Toshi: Oh my God! You’re back!!!

The frame widens and we hear the arena roar to life as Bud Adams stands there, in a crisp new Armani Suit. He’s looking really good, and shares a warm smile with Toshi. She sets her coffee down and the two share a quick hug.

Bud Adams: Hey Toshi! Good to see you again.

Toshi beams.

Toshi: You’re looking mighty fine in that suit, Bud! It’s really good to have you back!

Bud Adams: Thanks! It feels great to be back, honestly.

Toshi: How are things at home?

Bud Adams smile fades a little, but he still seems much at ease.

Bud Adams: They could be better, but let’s not worry about that for now. Have you seen Chamelion? I’m supposed to interview him before his match tonight.

Toshi shakes her head.

Toshi: Sorry Bud, I have not. Speaking of, I gotta be at the production truck in five minutes. Can we catch up later?

Bud Adams: Of course!

Toshi grabs her coffee, smiles warmly to Bud and walks off. Adams stands there for a moment, and then ponders out loud.

Bud Adams: Now where could that man be!? He’s not in his locker room, or with his brother or wife… why does he always make this so hard.

In response, he hears a rustling sound behind him. Turning, Bud notices one of the larger packing boxes rocking a little. Curious, Adams steps closer, when the top of the box, which is about 6 feet tall, pops open and tons of multi-colored foam peanuts spill out over the side. Appearing amongst them; Chamelion! Adams blinks in surprise.

Bud Adams: Mark!?

Chamelion looks around, a momentarily look of confusion on his face, before he settles in on Adams and smiles broadly.

Chamelion: BUD!! Dude!!! How the hell are you!?

Adams blinks again, but responds to the question.

Bud Adams: I’m good, I’m good…. Mark… what the hell are you doing?

Chamelion looks down at himself, covered to the top of his chest in foam peanuts. He shrugs, and more peanuts spill out onto the concrete floor.

Chamelion: Did you know it’s cheaper to fly as air freight, rather then coach?

Bud looks shocked.

Bud Adams: You didn’t!!?

Grinning, Chamelion shakes his head.

Chamelion: No, I didn’t. I’m just messing with you.

Chamelion then lifts his arms out, and in one hand he has a jelly filled doughnut, which he takes a bite of. Chewing, he looks Bud over.

Chamelion: You were looking for me!?

Bud is having a hard time grasping the situation, thought he should by now, as he has years of experience interviewing Chamelion.

Bud Adams: I was told to interview you, Mark, for your match tonight with Hunter Sullivan.

Chamelion: Ah yes! The man who thinks I’m nothing but filler.

Chamelion takes another bite of his jelly FILLED doughnut, as he stands in a box of FILLER peanuts that protect shipments of ‘smaller’ items. He grins wickedly.

Chamelion: Hopefully they got it now.

Bud Adams: Got what?

Chamelion: *sighs* Never mind. Oh, and by the way, totally off the subject here, but did you see what happened out there in the Tag-Team Title Match!?

Bud Adams: I did, that was a shock!

Chamelion: I’ll say! I never thought I’d say this, but Jamie Flynn has had more partners now then even Riona Langly!

Bud Adams: Um, Mark, Riona doesn’t fight in the tag-team divisi… Ooooooh!

Chamelion grins, nodding.

Chamelion: Anyway, as for Hunter Sullivan, Adams, tonight is Genesis, the greatest PPV in PWA History. There is no better place for the Devious One to make his claims a reality. Hunter can mock me, all he wants, but once the bell rings the comedy, accusations, war of words ends, and the true battle begins. And I can tell you this, Adams old boy, Hunter is going to be in the fight of his life tonight, more so then he ever thought possible.

Bud Adams: I’m curious about one thing; why hasn’t the one behind Hunter’s contract revealed themselves yet? Any idea what’s going on with that!?

Chamelion: Actually, I think I do, Kiddo. And tonight, win or lose, I’m calling out Hunter’s benefactor, and we’re going to get to the bottom of this, once and for all!

Bud Adams: You think whomever it is, is in the PWA Dome tonight!?

Chamelion: Adams, this is Genesis! GENESIS! Of course they’re here! They have to be, and once I’m done with Hunter… they’ll have no choice but to reveal themselves.

Bud Adams: And then what will you do?

Chamelion ponders that question for a moment.

Chamelion: I.. I really don’t know yet. Depends on who it is. I mean, there are obvious names to consider, and depending on who it is, may mold my response. But I’m not going to worry about that yet. Sullivan is my focus, Adams, and capturing the Grizzly Beer title for a fifth time! I think that’s all that matters for now, don’t you think!?

Bud nods.

Bud Adams: Well then, Chamelion, I wish you the best of luck tonight, I’m sure it’s going to be one hell of a match.

Chamelion: It will be, and thanks! It’s my first ever Iron Man match, though, at sixty minutes, it won’t be the longest match I’ve ever been in… so I think I’m good to go…

He turns to face the camera, looking a bit silly standing inside a box filled full of foam peanuts, but his face is as serious as ever.

Chamelion: Hunter, do you know what happens in the wild, when two different animals share a similar territory? Depending on the species, some take on camouflage, to hide themselves from their predators, others produce new body alterations to protect themselves, and still others… develop immunity to the poisons of their would-be predators… and in our time fighting each other, that’s what I’ve done… your poison means little to me now, for I’ve become immune, and tonight, with my defenses raised, my teeth bared and my claws out, I will turn the hunter into the hunted… the predator into prey, and you will find that there is truly no antidote, when you go against the Most Devious SOB in the Business Today… GOT IT?”

The frame holds center on Chamelion’s face, his features dark, serious… before it returns to ringside for the next match.

Raizzor vs Viktor Stone



Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall….

Brian Rentfro: Now we’re about to see a true war!

Jon McDaniel: Yes, and there is a lot at stake for both men; Pride, as well as history!

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

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Away" by Mercy Drive 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 "Controlled Violence" hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"The lack thereof I can't define,
Is there another way?
I've had enough, I've paid the price,
to keep the beast at bay.

Feel the undertow of words unspoken,
hear the blunders of the masses broken.

You have my sympathy, now take it away."

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 ramp way as Red lights flicker throughout the arena. On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

"Unleash the whores, unlock the doors,
and wash it off my skin.
Let's break the glass containing past,
and don't look back again.

Feel the undertow of words unspoken,
hear the blunders of the masses broken.

You have my sympathy,

Come on take it all away.
Come on take it all away now.
Come on take it all away.
Come on take it all away."

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 walks to the center of the ring, looking up the ramp, waiting with anticipation.

Eric Emerson: And now, his opponent….

The lights dim to near dark, and a single GONG echoes through out the jam packed PWA Dome. Smoke begins bellowing from under the stage and in the ring. Viktor Stone doesn’t budge from the center of the ring as the smoke rises high. Suddenly, pyros explode on stage, starting from the outer edges and moving quickly in, then they go off one at a time, as if moving down the ramp… finally, the four corners of the ring come to life with blasts of red pyro shooting straight into the air… and as the lights flicker back on, standing behind Stone, the smoke edging away, is Raizzor!

Brian Rentfro: Stone, behind you!

The roar of the crowd gives Stone warning and he spins, coming face to face with the Soul-Taker. Raizzor does not move, his leather duster a shroud around his massive frame, and Stone quickly shakes off being startled. He glares at Raizzor, angry that he’d play such mind games now. Emerson finishes his announcement.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 285lbs and standing at an impressive 6’8, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada… the Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!!!

Stone comes to stand toe to toe with Raizzor, having to look slightly upwards to meet his cold, dark eyes. The two men stand silently for a few, before Stone begins saying something we can’t hear. The ref calls for the bell, to signal the start of the match.


Both men continue to stand, unwavering, but Stone continues to speak for a moment, whatever his words, they are irate. Slowly, Raizzor’s hand comes up and he slowly draws a line across his throat, scowling now at Stone. Stone rolls his eyes and takes a step back, and then suddenly lunges with a swift right hook, but Raizzor blocks it with a thrust of his arm up. Raizzor then returns a punch, staggering Stone back towards the ropes. Another hook, and Stone is forced back even more. Stone responds with a quick jab, and another, and now it is the Soul-Taker forced to take some retreating steps. Stone gets Raizzor to the ropes, grabs his arm and whips him to the opposing side, however Raizzor plants his massive foot, and swings Stone around so he’s the one that actually hits the ropes. Stone comes off, ducks Raizzor’s swing and bounces off the opposite side. He collides with Raizzor, shoulder to shoulder and both men barely move! Stone backs up, hits the ropes again, and again the collision leaves both men standing tall. Stone spits on the canvas, runs to the ropes but Raizzor back peddles to hit the opposite ropes. Both men come at each other, and Raizzor swings hard, but Stone ducks and he twists behind Raizzor and as the larger man turns, Stone kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over! With Raizzor bent, Stone goes off the ropes, comes back with a huge scissor kick, but Raizzor stands at the last second and as Stone turns, Raizzor catches him by the throat!

Brian Rentfro: Here it comes!

Raizzor lifts Stone into the air, but Stone twists, lands on his feet and again kicks Raizzor in the gut. Grabbing him by the head, Stone hits a swinging neck breaker and finally puts Raizzor off his feet. Stone stands, smirking, but Raizzor quickly sits up. Stone doesn’t waste a moment, and again uses the ropes to come back to hit a sitting drop kick, but Raizzor twists to the side and as Stone lands on his back, Raizzor goes to the ropes, uses them to launch off and hit a huge leg drop on Viktor Stone! Quickly, the Soul-Taker hooks the leg.


Jon McDaniel: No way that was going to finish Stone off!

Stone pushes Raizzor off, and rolls to his feet, and both men lock up and Raizzor gets the advantage and locks in Stones head for a Stiff DDT, Stones head hits hard! Raizzor follows with a fist drop into Stones stomach and covers him for a pin


Tw.. Kick Out!

Jon McDaniel: Stone got a quick kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor’s trying some quick pins, knowing it allows him a moment’s rest and demoralizes Stone more.

Stone grabs his stomach and rolls over for the ropes...he begins to stand up but Raizzor kicks him back down. Raizzor then takes his foot and puts it on Stones throat and begins choking him getting leverage from the ropes. The ref is there to warn Raizzor, who breaks away and kicks Stone to the outside of the ring. Stone lands on his hands and knees and Raizzor slips out to pick him up off the ground and then lifts him up into a scoop slam and lets Stone go on safety rail. Stone hits his head hard and falls back over. Raizzor lifts Stone up and rolls him back into the ring. Raizzor climbs up onto the apron and begins to go over the top rope but Stone jumps up and jars the ropes, catching Raizzor in between the legs...the action is effective, as Raizzor’s face goes white and he holds on, sickened. Stone takes a few steps back and spears Raizzor out of the ropes and falls to the outside with him, both landing hard. Stone grabs his shoulder as it hits the safety rail, and Raizzor rolls away, favoring a leg.)

Brian Rentfro: Stone just gained the upper hand with a low blow, of sorts.

Jon McDaniel: A tactic that could have gotten him DQed, but the ref is giving both men lots of lee-way!

Stone is the first to his feet, he begins to lift Raizzor up but Raizzor counters with a thrust to throat. Stone staggers a little ways backwards and Raizzor follows up with a big boot, it hits Stone in the face perfect and Stone falls backwards smashing the back of his head into a chair that was quickly abandoned by Emerson. Stone grabs the back of his head but rolls to his feet quickly, and strikes Raizzor once, twice, three times knocking him down. Stone begins rapidly kicking Raizzor in the ribs. He holds Raizzor’s arm up and stomps it back down. Stone rolls back into the ring, he backs up to the opposite set of ropes and goes running and stuns the crowd with a suicide plancha over the top ropes, catching Raizzor and smashing them both into the matted floor surrounding the ring. Raizzor's head bounces off the floor and he falls backwards almost unconscious. Stone stands first, and picks Raizzor up and rolls him to the inside. Stone then quickly mounts the steel steps to the apron and then to the turnbuckle. Aiming, Stone comes off the top with a flying elbow but Raizzor gets his knees up. Stone hits Raizzor’s knees and you can here a crack from his ribs, he bounces back into the ropes holding his ribs. Stone coughs roughly as he looks at Raizzor with disgust in his eyes, but Raizzor returns the look, a small smirk still on his face. Raizzor steps in and Stone follows and they start to lock up, but the Soul-Taker grabs Stone and sets him up in a pump-handle position. Raizzor then lifts Stone up, turns him over and brings him crashing down!

Jon McDaniel: A varied move from the Soul-Taker we don’t see often!

Brian Rentfro: Stone is taking everything Raizzor dishes out, and isn’t going down!!

Stone lays on the mat in a semi-unconscious state as Raizzor drops on top for another cover.



Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Stone kicked out!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor continues to go for the falls, and got closer this time!

Stone pushes himself up but Raizzor elbows him in the back forcing him back down. Stone rolls away from Raizzor and pulls himself up with the aide of the ropes. He wipes fresh blood now coming out of his lip and begins circling the ring with Raizzor. Raizzor jumps into the center first attempting to lock up with Stone but he moves out of the way and hits a high roundhouse kick knocking Raizzor down Stone follows by lifting Raizzor back up whipping him into the ropes, then catches and whips him over with a belly to belly suplex. Stone pulls Raizzor back up and whips him into the ropes again and catches him lifting him up on his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and then falls back with a strong fall-away slam! Stone grabs Raizzor’s leg and attempts a pin!



Kick out!

Stone stands up with a scowl on his face and grabs Raizzor’s legs, he spreads them apart and leaps into the air and comes down with a knee to the stomach. Raizzor rolls over in pain as Stone backs into the corner motioning with both hands to Raizzor to come get some. Raizzor starts to stand up and goes running at Stone, but Stone jumps up onto the turnbuckle and Raizzor rams his shoulder into the turnbuckle. Stone then pulls Raizzor to the top of the turnbuckle with him...he grabs him by one arm and the neck and swings off the turnbuckle hitting a swinging neck break. The impact is devastating and Stone takes the advantage with a cover.



Kick Out!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor just barely kicked out of that maneuver!

Brian Rentfro: Stone's just toying' with Raizzor right now!

Stone gets up and picks Raizzor up with him. Stone puts Raizzor’s head between his legs and grabs hold of Raizzor’s waist. Grunting, Stone lifts up the 6'8 Raizzor the best that he can and power-bombs him into the turnbuckle. The impact of Raizzor’s head against the turnbuckle causes his head to snap fore-ward, and then Stone tries another cover.



Raizzor gets his right foot on the bottom rope!

Jon McDaniel: Huge impact move by Stone, and it nearly took Raizzor’s head off!

Brian Rentfro: You can tell how badly that hurt the Soul-Taker, he couldn’t even kick out, but managed only to get his foot on the ropes! And look, there’s blood oozing out the back of Raizzor’s head from the impact!

Raizzor grabs his neck in Pain as Stone begins kicking him furiously. Raizzor tries to get up but Stone kicks him down again, then drags him to be propped on the bottom rung of the ropes in front of the turnbuckle. Stone backs up and goes running at the turnbuckle and attempts to dropkick Raizzor in the face, but Raizzor tilts his head to the side and Stone hits the side of his leg against the turnbuckle. Stone cries out in pain, and Raizzor twists his body and rolls Stone up for the small package pin



Shoulder Up!

Jon McDaniel: Stone was one second away from losing, with that mistake.

Brian Rentfro: In a match like this, that one second is vital!

Stone gets up and ducks a punch from Raizzor and kicks him in the midsection, he then lifts him into the air and holds him in a vertical suplex position, showing off his power as the smaller competitor, and after about 7 seconds drops Raizzor down with a Brain buster, smearing blood on the canvas... Stone then goes for it, he applies The CT Transit on the Soul-Taker

Jon McDaniel: Oh Man! Stones got the CT Transit locked on in the middle of the ring!!!

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor’s bent nearly double, and Stone is pushing down on his body, putting massive pressure on Raizzor’s spine!

Stone keeps the hold applied...and doesn't let up. The entire arena of fans are shocked to see Raizzor struggling like never before. Stone squats, applying more pressure, with Raizzor’s legs trapped under his arms and the Soul-Taker’s chin pushed into the canvas, blood dripping down over his forehead! The ref is there, asking if Raizzor wants to give, but Raizzor does not even acknowledge his presence.

Jon McDaniel: He’s got to give, there is no way Raizzor will survive this!

Brian Rentfro: This move can cripple a man, there is no shame in Raizzor quitting. He can live to fight another day!

It seems like forever, but only 45 seconds have gone by, when Raizzor slides his arms forward of his body, puts his palms on the canvas and pushes, utilizing his leg strength, he actually pushes Stone forward two steps, almost making Raizzor flat on his stomach and taking the pressure of his spine. Before Stone can step back, Raizzor twists his body with all his might and throws Stone towards the ropes. Stone hits them, grabs hold and turns, shocked, as Raizzor, in extreme pain, tries to get to his feet, stumbling with ill-gotten balance and he tries to grab the ropes. Before he can balance himself, Stone rushes his and knee chops Raizzor, sending him crashing onto his back! Stone then mounts the top turnbuckle and hits a springboard frog splash. The crowd roars wildly as Stone makes the cover, hooking the leg!



Thre/Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor’s shoulder’s up!

Brian Rentfro: That should have been it, right there! Stone is taking it to Raizzor big time!!

Stone shakes his head, surprised, and pulls Raizzor up, getting blood on his hands as it’s coated into Raizzor’s hair. Raizzor punches Stone away, drops back to the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Stone sidesteps Raizzor, jumps behind him and applies a sleeper hold!...Raizzor fights and fights, trying to get out of it, but soon he begins to fade. The ref is there, and checks Raizzor’s arm!

Fans: ONE!!!!

The ref lifts it again!

Fans: TWO!!!!

Brian Rentfro: If it drops one more time, Stone wins!

The ref lifts Raizzor’s arm up again, and let’s go!

Jon McDaniel: No! Raizzor’s still in it!

Raizzor gets a rush of adrenaline and lifts Stone up into a back suplex! Raizzor drops Stone hard, and as Stone lays there, breathing hard, Raizzor rolls to his feet and goes running and bounces off the other set of ropes and hits a massive leg drop! He covers!



Thr/Shoulder Up!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, how close was that! That was a patented leg drop from the Soul-Taker, and Stone took it and didn’t fall!

Jon McDaniel: After all that they have been through, it’s hard to believe they are still going!

Stone and Raizzor both stand up neither one is really looking at the other, they both bounce of the ropes and try to hit a mid-air clothesline at the same time but knock each other down and possibly out...the ref begins counting





Brian Rentfro: Oh, there better not be a double count out here!




Jon McDaniel: Both men are stirring, but oh so barely!


Stone rolls to his stomach, pushing up with his knees.


Raizzor sits up, to the crowd’s delight, and brushes his crimson stained hair from his eyes as Stone jumps up and goes to kick him, the ref stops counting. Stone’s leg connects but Raizzor grabs hold and whips Stone down with a rough rip of his leg. Stone rolls away, holding his leg in pain, and Raizzor comes to his own feet, a new look of determination in his eyes.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor’s looking to end this!

Brian Rentfro: Stone needs to get back to his feet, NOW!

Stone pulls on the ropes, lifting himself up and turns, staggering forward, when Raizzor lashes out and catches him by the throat!

Jon McDaniel: Choke slam!

Raizzor lifts Stone up, but Stone breaks away, landing next to Raizzor, but his leg bends badly and Stone stumbles into Raizzor, who grabs hold and flips Stone over, going for the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!

Brian Rentfro: Now it’s definitely over!

However, Stone’s body weight is so high up, he grunts and squirms free, landing behind Raizzor, and again the injured leg begins to give way, but Stone shocks everyone by grabbing Raizzor and securing and connecting with the ‘Body Bag, Bitches!” The crowd comes to their collective feet, as Stone covers Raizzor!



Thre/shoulder barely gets up!

Jon McDaniel: NO! Raizzor kicked out!

Stone is truly shocked! He jumps up and stumbles around and reaches down to grab Raizzor, when the Soul-Taker comes to life, grabs Stone’s head and locks him into the Triangle Choke!

Brian Rentfro: TRIANGLE CHOKE! The move Raizzor won with against Project X nearly a year ago!

Wrenching with all his might, Raizzor secures the hold and does not let go! Stone struggles, struggles and shakes, trying to find a way out of it! The crowd is chanting TAP TAP TAP but Stone refuses, even as his body seems to bleed out it’s last breath of air! The ref checks the arm of Stone, raising it up once, twice and… Raizzor breaks the hold!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa, why did Raizzor do that! Stone was nearly out!

Brian Rentfro: And Stone never even tapped! Now that’s fortitude right there!

Standing, Raizzor looks down at the nearly unconscious Viktor Stone, then to the jam packed arena, and draws his thumb across his throat! The response is a deafening roar that burns into the ears of everyone present! Raizzor picks Stone up, scoops him over his shoulder and locks him into place.

Jon McDaniel: Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!

Stone crashes to the canvas, body sprawled and prone, and Raizzor drops and covers.





Brian Rentfro: Raizzor did it!! Raizzor won the match!

Jon McDaniel: But it was so close for Stone, who put up a valiant fight! A truly remarkable beast, nearly took down the monster Raizzor!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!!!

Propped against the corner, Raizzor lets his arm get raised, as he stares emotionlessly at Stone, who rolls towards the ropes and drops to the outside. The fans begin chanting.


Brian Rentfro: Viktor took it to the Soul-Taker tonight!

Jon McDaniel: He did indeed, Brian, but Raizzor’s Destiny at Genesis continues! It’s hard to imagine all these years and he still has the skill to fight for the win!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and now that one Sommers Brother has succeeded, the question now is; can the other!

Jon McDaniel: And that’s a question, we’re about to find out!

Hunter Sullivan vs Chamelion



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!

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 Emerson

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

Eric Emerson: "The following match up is an IRONMAN MATCH! This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only when the time limit has expired! Within this time limit, each pinfall or submission earns said wrestler a point. Also, every Disqualification, and count out, will give the opposing wrestler a point. The man with the most points at the end of tonight’s match will be the GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION! Entering SECOND 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
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. Looking, no glaring across the ring at his opponent tonight.. Chamelion


Hunter starts to move in waving his arms a little low. Chamelion moves around in a more “Emerald” stance, shifting his arms up to lock up with Hunter. Sullivan quickly makes a fake to lock up and hooks Chamelion’s leg and forcing him to the ground. Hunter moves around Chamelion in amateur wrestling fashion quickly rolling and locking Mark into a Headlock. Chamelion quickly unhooks the side headlock and locks in his own hammerlock. Hunter smirks, barrel rolling through and gripping Chamelion's leg and moving to a vertical base lifting and smashing the leg/knee in a knee smash. Sommers holds his knee as he scurries to the ropes climbing up them looking at Hunter as he smirks and wipes his lip, This was what Chamelion knows Hunter to do. Mark still grunted being caught a little off guard on how sound his mat wrestling is, but regained himself and was more prepared for the grounded work. Chamelion starts walking along the ropes eyeing Hunter who was ready for another lock up. Chamelion kept one leg out and one leg back as he moved in, ready to counter a leg takedown. Chamelion and Hunter lock up quickly, Chamelion shifts to a side headlock. Sullivan hooks Chamelion's leg and pulls him up and drops the man across his knee in a back breaker. Chamelion quickly gets away grabbing the ropes and getting to his feet once again calculating Hunter a little more.

Hunter-0 Chamelion-0
Time 59 minutes

Jon McDaniel: “ We are off to a feeling out process, as much as these two have faced each other, it was in none singles competition. There feel for each other one on one is low and will be built up in the opening minutes.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Chamelion and Hunter need to move at a steady slow pace to open this match if they want to be able and endure the whole 60 minutes, avoid any early disadvantages.”

Hunter grows a grin as he challenges Chamelion to lock up again. Mark stretches himself a tad before moving in one again, a different strategy this time around. Hunter and Chamelion lock up, Chamelion however, pulls away from one arm and sends in an elbow shot, knocking Hunter back enough to deliver in a sharp open hand chop. Chamelion twirls now holding Hunter in a wrist lock forcing his forearm down on Hunter's shoulder. Hunter taps at his shoulder before Chamelion drives an elbow down on it working on the area. The challenger quickly twists the arm back in a reverse wrist lock causing Hunter to move to a vertical. “Not so smart now, are you?” Chamelion taunts Hunter now, having the upper hand. Hunter however grunts before falling back to the mat and making a back roll, un-wrenching the arm. Hunter quickly gets to his feet and whips Chamelion into the ropes. Upon the return Hunter drops down hitting a knee drop kick to Chamelion, sending him over head and into a crash landing. Chamelion holds his knee in pain as Hunter quickly capitalizes, grabbing the hurt leg and stomping on it. Hunter was relentless with the stomps until Chamelion rolls to the ropes getting a rope break from the assault. Hunter is pushed back by the ref as Chamelion works out his knee looking at Hunter, taking note of his assault of his knee. Mark moves off of the ropes and starts to move around again for yet another lock up. Hunter is more then happy to let Chamelion try and best him again. This time Chamelion goes for a test of strength, Sullivan and Chamelion interlock fingers as they smash their chest against each other using a full body attempt to better each other. Chamelion is the first to let up, only for the idea of rolling back and launching Hunter into a monkey flip. Sullivan is nailed with the move. The fingers are still locked as Chamelion rolls, crossing them and pulling Hunter to a seated position and quickly locking in a cross arm choke making sure to put a knee into the back of Hunter. Sullivan quickly looks for the nearest rope but it seems the move restricted his movement to get to it. Chamelion smirks seeming to have the better of the man in this round. Hunter losing air makes a quick decision to counter the move the best he could. The Grizzly champ starts to get to his feet, Chamelion having a hard time keeping him down. Hunter at his feet tries to break for the ropes but is pulled back away. Sullivan feeling a slip up on his left wrist pulls quickly and hard out of the hold, un-twirling himself and speeding forward in a clothesline knocking Chamelion to the mat.

Hunter-0 Chamelion-0
Time: 57 minutes

Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter is foiling Chamelion on most attempts on the mat. Not by much mind you, but he is getting the upper hand.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Sullivan is a smart man, if you noticed he is trying to keep the match grounded and where he is the advantage keeper, and if you take note to some of the assault, Hunter is picking out the leg and back.”

Jon McDaniel: “ Keen observation, Hunter would be at a sever advantage if Chamelion is unable to connect off with the S.O.S, as well this weakens him for the Texas clover.”

Hunter pulls Chamelion back to his feet using the arm he had a hold of, quickly shooting in a knee before locking in an abdominal stretch. Chamelion’s back and abdomen are contorted as Hunter slaps Chamelion's chest a few times. Chamelion moves around a little almost grabbing the ropes when Hunter loosens the hold and pulls him back, placing the man in the center of the ring, applying the hold back to normal. Chamelion feels his back being stressed as he manages to unhook his leg and launches Hunter with a hip toss driving him to the mat. Mark staggers back a bit before Hunter gets back to his feet in time for a nice dropkick from Chamelion. Sommers takes hold of his back as Hunter pulls himself up again. Chamelion moving in hitting a stiff chop. Three chops follow up after the first one before the Grizzly Champ is whipped across the ring. Chamelion drops down in the center of the ring, Sullivan jumping over rebounding off the ropes. Hunter returns into an arm drag. The Grizzly Champ bursts back to his feet hitting Chamelion with an arm drag of his own. Chamelion gets halfway to his feet and knocks Hunter to his back clipping the back of Hunters knee. Chamelion makes a quick cover that is quickly kicked out of. Both men speed to there feet ready to attack as fans clap, impressed with the opening bout as Hunter extends his hand out to Chamelion for a respectful handshake. Mark smirks at the hand and looks around to the fans who actually cheer him into accepting. Mark takes the hand and shakes it before attempting to pull away. However, Hunter quickly smirked pulling Chamelion forward and dropping him in a drop toe hold. Hunter quickly locks in a single legged Boston crab on the man pulling back on the leg. Chamelion hollers out in pain as Hunter pulled the cheap attack out and used it to his advantage. Sommers shifted every which way to look for a rope break but didn’t find himself close enough at first. Chamelion starts to pull himself closer to the ropes when Hunter starts to move away from them. Chamelion in frustration grabs Hunters leg and pulls on it tripping the man forward, giving him time to grab Hunter’s foot and get himself to a vertical base. Chamelion was going to lock in a leg submission of his own when Hunter rolled over onto his back and kicks Chamelion back into the ropes. Hunter gets back to his feet, Chamelion using the ropes to rebound off and comes back at the Viper having more momentum, bursting forward attempting a lariat! Hunter ducks under the strong shot and turns to send in stiff chop and punch shots. Hunter grabs Chamelion and whips him across the ring, The Devious SOB makes the rebound and heads back to Hunter. Chamelion is pulled up in a tilt-a-whirl Back- Hurricanranna! Mark counters the move sending Hunter towards the turnbuckle with the counter! Hunter pushes himself to his feet facing the turnbuckle shaking his head in slight dizziness. Chamelion charge’s Hunter from behind grabbing him In a waist lock and rolling back in a pin. No, Chamelion rolls fully through back to there feet in the waist lock! Chamelion goes to launch Hunter with a German when He hooks the leg and counters. Hunter does a standing switch into his own reverse waistlock, Hunter pulls his arm into a half nelson going to launch with the move but is elbowed in the side of the head. Chamelion leans forward and arm drags Sullivan overhead out of the half nelson. Hunter runs forward not even looking back to Chamelion, meeting the ropes quickly rebounding off them heading back to his opponent. The Devious one drops to the ground allowing Hunter to jump over. Mark gets to his feet and turns to go after Hunter, the mind to connect with a Clothesline when Hunter jumps up to the second rope and springboards off...SPRINGBOARD SHIN KICK!!

Mark-0 Hunter-0
Time: 55:00

Jon McDaniel: “wowzah, the stiff kick connects brutally with Chamelion’s fore head, might get an early 3 count point up here for Sullivan if he can gain the cover.”

Brian Rentfro: “ things are off to a nice start, and its only a matter of time before the first fall is counted, but it doesn’t matter who gets it first, or who gets it last, but who gets it the most.”

Hunter makes for the cover but only gets a two count, getting pushed off by the challenger. Moving back, Sullivan lets Chamelion get back to his feet, who staggers a little holding his head, but he’s okay. Neither man decides to play to the already electric crowd who is on their feet for the start of this one, instead opting to move right to the center of the ring into a lock-up. Obviously Mark will have the strength advantage in this, but Hunter isn't backing down as the two individuals move around the ring in the lock-up, each hoping to move their opponent onto the ropes. Most of the backing up is done by Sullivan during this exchange as Mark continues looking to shove his opponent onto the ropes in an attempt to one up the Champion early on. Hunter senses this and doesn't allow Sommers to do so, instead making sure to turn away from the ropes just prior to being planted on them. This struggle continues as the crowd cheers both competitors on until Mark finally seems to have it and allows himself to be pushed back, only to go between the middle and top ropes so both men fall to the floor! Even down the two men keep the lock in and get back to their feet as they now battle it out on the floor in front of the capacity PWA crowd who are fortunate enough to be seeing this match live. After a bit longer Mark is finally able to catch Sullivan with his back on one of the ring barricades in the collar and elbow tie-up prior to breaking it and slamming Hunt across the chest with a stiff chop. As much as this hurt Sullivan he comes right back at Chamelion with a chop of his own as the two begin to unload on each other on the floor, much to the delight of the crowd. Hunter knows that to take it to Chamelion he is going to have to hit him with several more chops then the powerful Challenger is going to have to hit on him. Hunter flairs back to hit Mark with a flurry of chops right to the chest. This seems to be effective as Mark staggers back, only for hunter to suddenly shrug the chops off and nail Hunter in the head with a few elbows and leaves him plummeting to the floor with a brutal rolling elbow that knocks the wind out of The champ.

Mark-0 Hunter-0
Time: 54:00

Jon McDaniel: “ Things break into the outside as these two men take things to a brawl, chops and elbows flying back and forth at each other.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Mark shrugs off the chops and takes down Hunter with a brutal elbow, Hunter seems to be a little notch behind Mark at every turn, not by much but a little. But, I must say, shrugged of or not, the chops must have hurt, just from the sound.”

Taking a quick breather as the crowd continues to cheer, Mark smirks at Hunter who is holding his jaw in pain. Sullivan doesn't return this at all and just tries to regain his composure as Mark grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Back into the ring Hunter is rolled by Mark as he gets in as well and goes for a quick cover on the still Hunter, 1...foot on the ropes. Sullivan may be hurt, but he isn't stupid about wasting his energy which is shown here. Chamelion doesn't seem concerned by this at all as he stands up, hoisting Sullivan up with him, and places Hunt into a front face lock. Mark moves away from the ropes towards the center of the ring, before going to lift Sullivan up for a Vertical Suplex. Showing that he isn't that weakened yet, Hunter nails Mark with a knee to the face to stop this and pulls himself free of the front face lock once he is set back on the ground. Thinking quickly The Viper decides to hit Mark with a single leg takedown while he is dazed, making sure to grab Mark's hurt leg. Sullivan can't manage to do anything once he has Mark down however, as Mark uses his free left leg to shove Sullivan off into the ropes while he gets back to his feet in a hurry. Not wanting to waste this opportunity to take an advantage, Sullivan rebounds off the ropes back at Mark as The Devious one gets to his feet. Even though Mark sees Sullivan coming he is caught off guard by Hunter suddenly jumping up onto Mark with a Lou Thesz Press, not a move Mark had expected. Both individuals go down onto the mat with Sullivan on top momentarily, only for Mark to suddenly roll over on top of Sullivan as he swiftly adjusts to his situation. Sullivan can't seem to believe the speed of Chamelion on the mat as Mark immediately sits up on Mark and brings his head up to place Hunter in a Front Guillotine Choke.

Mark-0 Hunter-0

Brian Rentfro: “More of Mark showing up the champ a little here, looks like he is going for a submission.”

Jon McDaniel: “ I think Hunter is trying to conserve energy and that is why he is losing the upper hand a few time here. He is trying to tire out Mark and then take advantage… maybe.”

What Mark didn't account for was Hunter expecting this move from Mark at some time in the match, which in turn halves the time it takes Sullivan to move so he can put a foot on the ropes and have the ref tell Mark to break the hold. Although Mark doesn't want to, he does break the hold and stands up to his feet, only to have Sullivan grab his right leg once more and rip him off his feet. The challenger does not look amused by this as he knows Hunter is going after the leg. This anger leads to Mark trying to hit Sullivan with strikes, only for Sullivan to lean back with Mark's leg still held so Chamelion can't hit him. Seeing this is the case "The devious one" redirects his energy to moving towards the ropes and getting a hold of them, something that doesn't take him very long as the two competitors were already close to the ropes. When Sullivan is told to let go of the hold now he decides not to, making the ref start a count.





Sullivan releases the hold in time and tells the referee that he has until five to break the count, getting laughs from the crowd. As he is having fun Sullivan fails to notice Mark getting back up to his feet and about kicking the teeth out of Mark's mouth with his right leg, roundhouse! Following up by yelling, “You will have to do better than that”. "The Viper" holds his jaw and pounds at the mat as Mark grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet where Hunter uses a thumb to the eye to get Mark away from him. Finding himself with his back to a corner as Mark rubs his eyes, Sullivan thinks of what to do next as Chamelion makes his way over to him. All Hunter can think of to do by the time Mark is in front of him is to begin kicking at the midsection of Mark.

Mark-0 Hunter-0

Brian Rentfro: “ Mark needs to watch out, getting a limb taken out early on will lead to a HUGE disadvantage.”

Jon McDaniel: “ Yeah Hunters smart, he just needs to be sure he keeps focus on the match and not get distracted.”

A few toe kicks by the champ manages to move Chamelion away from the corner and allows Hunter to move to the side of Mark where he begins to kick Chamelion with his shins. These kicks do seem to be having some effect on Mark and are a nice way for Hunter to gain revenge, but after one last big kick by Hunter which nails Mark in the chest the Devious one shrugs them off and comes at Hunter with several elbows that back "The Viper" into the corner. Not willing to just get beat up, Sullivan begins to fight back with a flurry of forearms and chops to Mark, Chamelion in turn still continues to dish out forearms of his own, getting the crowd fired back up again. Even with Hunter out producing Mark when it comes to strikes, he just doesn't have the ability to withstand strikes like Mark does and out of desperation Sullivan begins to start kicking at the right leg of Mark to back the Challenger away from him. At first this doesn't even look like it is working, but eventually the sheer magnitude of blows to Mark's right leg makes him stagger out of the corner, getting a big rise out of Hunter's fans in attendance tonight. Determined to keep his advantage Sullivan marches out of the corner holding his chest which already is looking like ground beef and comes rushing at Mark to hit him with a Running Knee Lift. As Sullivan goes to hit Mark with this move however, he fails to realize that he is running straight into a vicious elbow from Mark that makes him hit the mat like a ton of bricks. With Hunter down Mark shakes his leg slightly before covering the Champion who may be knocked out,



Sullivan kicks out. This doesn't surprise Mark or the fans in attendance who have watched Hunter these past few months.

Mark-0 Hunter- 0

Brian Rentfro: “ Lots of stiff striking going on in this match as Mark knocks Hunter straight off his feet.”

Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter is getting shots in on the leg though, with more shots and more time he can be in the green to snap off a few easy submission points.”

Getting up to his feet Mark still feels some pain in his right leg which annoys him, ignoring it for a moment he grabs Sullivan by the hair, pulling him to his feet as well. With the partially knocked out champ on his feet, Mark places Hunter into a front face lock before turning Sullivan around in the face lock to hit him with a Hangman's Neck breaker. The crowd is a mixture of cheering for this as Mark goes for another cover on the champ afterwards,



Sullivan kicks out. Once more this isn't surprising as Mark pulls Hunter back up to his feet and into a front face lock again. Just like last time, the crowd doing the same, prior to hooking Hunter's leg and hitting him with a Fisherman's Neck breaker! This variation gets an even better reaction than the last as it is tougher to do and Mark goes for another cover afterwards,



Sullivan kicks out. Looking semi-content with this Mark doesn't bring Sullivan to his feet this time, but instead sits him up and places him into a Sleeper before leaning back and placing Hunter into a Body Scissors as well. This calms the crowd down a bit as they know Mark wants to work over the neck of Sullivan more, but aren't too excited about it. Mark sees this and yells out "How about this then?" as he uses his free arm and pulls the hair of Sullivan while keeping him in the Sleeper. This makes the crowd cheer loudly as the ref counts,





Mark lets go of the hair a split second prior to five and says something to the ref. Of course Mark doesn't stop at this as he grabs Sullivan’s hair and begins to pull at it again shortly after, getting the crowd behind him once more as the ref counts.




Once more Mark lets go in time and begins to pull Hunter's hair again right after.

Mark-0 Hunter-0
time: 46:00

Jon McDaniel: “ Mark is toying with the ref and the rules here, extending the use of the 5 count in abuse.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Sullivan must be at a breaking point here just look at his facial expression in response. Looks rather angry.”

Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter might be exerting to much air if he is letting it get to him, he should break this hold as soon as he can before it’s to late.”

At this point the referee is not the only one annoyed. Sullivan, who obviously spends a lot of time and money on his hair, is starting to get desperate to break the hold. However, he is unable to move very far with Mark being dead weight on his back. As the referee begins the five count Sullivan realizes that the body scissors places Mark's leg closer than Mark would like to have it. Capitalizing on this, Sullivan grabs Mark's leg and pulls it up closer and begins to bombard it with a series of furious elbow shots which seem to actually be forcing Chamelion to rethink his strategy. With the legs-scissors weakened, Hunter is able to break the hold. However, Mark still has the sleeper hold expertly applied. Mark compensates for the broken body-scissors by cinching the hold in tighter than he normally would. Sullivan' face soon starts to shift colors from tan to red. Before the referee can check Sullivan, the champ manages to roll backwards out of the hold. He lifts Sommers off the mat, stands up straight, and lets loose with a soccer kick that sends a resonating SMACK echoing throughout the arena. The fans utter an Ooh after the shot. Sullivan rears back and hits him with another, harder, louder kick. This serves to break Sommers. Hunter can see that he is finally getting through in his striking offence and goes to capitalize. He smacks the ground with both fists before adopting a fighting stand, and shooting forward with another Stiff Kick! But to his surprise Mark leans backwards at the last moment and catches Hunter's foot. The Viper barely has any time to react before mark grapevines the leg and rolls him forward in a leg-scissors takedown. From here Mark floats over into a front face lock, further working the neck of Sullivan.

Mark-0 Hunter-0

Brian Rentfro: “ Ruthless kicks by Hunter, Mark has to be still feeling the blunt shots from them. Not only that but the leg assaults are becoming more and more clear.”

Jon McDaniel: “ I think Mark has retaliated with the moves, adding his own personal assault to the neck.”

Mark makes sure to use the face lock not only as a transition move, but as an actual submission as well, pulling at the neck as he lifts his opponent up. He gets Sullivan all the way to his feet before turning them back to back for another neck breaker. But before Sommers can hit yet another neck breaker, Sullivan manages to slip out of the hold, turning around and pulling Sullivan's arm across his own neck dropping down and hitting Chamelion with a Cutthroat Neck breaker onto his knee! The Hunter Sullivan fans pop for the neck breaker. The Viper, knowing a chain when he sees one, holds onto the arm and hoists Mark back to his feet. He whips Sommers across the ropes and drops to his stomach, forcing Mark to hop over him, he then pops right back up and hit the rebounding Challenger with a dropkick to the right leg! Chamelion goes down, holding his leg in pain as Sullivan kips up and throws out his arms to his side before patting his chest thrice, mocking a well known athlete. Mark at this point is nursing his leg, which was heavily jarred by the dropkick. Using the ropes he is able to gain his footing, but Sullivan is still upon him as he rushes for a VIPER SNAP! But Mark manages to get under Mark's leg and toss him over the top rope with ease. The Champion shows his wit as he grabs the top rope with both hands and keeps himself from being taken to the floor. He hoists himself to the apron while The devious one moves to the center of the ring. He turns back to Sullivan, who has now almost gotten himself onto the apron, and rushes forward with a baseball slide to take out Hunter's footing. Sullivan just manages to avoid contact as he slingshots over the top rope just as Hunter slides out of the ring.

Hunter-0 Chamelion-0

Brian Rentfro: “ Interesting situation there, Hunter brings himself back into the ring, only for Chamelion to slide himself right out.”

Jon McDaniel: “ I think the story here is how close Hunter came to hitting that Viper snap, a clear point gainer if it had hit. Which reminds me, 20 minutes in and no points.”

Mark lands on the outside with ease, still showing some slight ill-effects from the dropkick, then turns around to see The Viper still holding onto the top rope! Sullivan propels himself into the air in a Sling Shot Rolling Cross body! But Mark rolls back into the ring as hunter hits the ground with his side rolling into the barricade. Mark, now in the ring, pumps his arm in a play to the crowd, takes off against the opposite ropes, and dives through the ropes, catching a rising Sullivan right in the jaw with an ELBOW TOPE SUICIDA! The crowd jumps to their feet with various chants of "Holy Shit!" and "Lets go Chamelion!" Mark is reasonably quick to get to his feet, considering he had to take a significant bump in order to plow through Sullivan, who is currently out like a light on the floor. Mark takes a moment to look out to his fan-base. He turns his attention back to the Champion, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him up. He reels him in close, only to create major distance with a European Uppercut that forces Hunter to stumble backwards into the barricade. Mark cocks his arm and hits a brutal chop, which renders Hunter's chest an ever deeper shade of red. He grabs Sullivan by the head and rolls him under the rope, into the ring. Mark is quick to follow. Sullivan starts to sit up, the chop waking him up considerably. And this is not the last as Mark hits Hunter with another stiff chop, this time to the back of his injured neck! The muscles in hunter’s face tighten as the pain shoots up his neck. Mark steps back only to come forward with another skin-destroying chop. This is more than Sullivan can bare, and he is forced to find a counter. He does so much in the same manner that he Mark earlier; by rolling backwards, grabbing Chamelion's foot and rolling him forward, grapevining the leg in a Grapevine Ankle Lock!!!

Hunter-0 Chamelion-0

Brian Rentfro: “ here we go, Hunter has the Ankle twisted and locked firmly in.”

Jon McDaniel: “ it may actually become a smarter idea if Chamelion just taps and give the point to Hunter instead of letting him partially destroy the ankle and further weaken the leg.”

Chamelion pounds on the mat in pain as The Viper smirks brightly. Chamelion attempts to kick the Champion off, but is unable to do so. Hunter's grip is only tightening by the moment, and The devious one is forced to find a new way out. Using his upper body strength and his free leg, Mark pulls himself painstakingly across the canvas to the ropes. Every inch of the way the weight of Sullivan pulls back on his leg, increasing the stress on his ankle. Mark is so close to the ropes he can almost feel them. His arm is stretched as far as it can go. The pain in his leg wills him on. Just as he is about to make it to the ropes, Sullivan breaks the leg-scissors and pulls Mark further to the center of the ring. Though this may have been a costly mistake, as he tries to apply the grapevine again, but Mark blocks Hunter’s attempts with his free leg. Sullivan kicks desperately at mark's leg, but is unable to lock the leg-scissors back in. Instead, he stands back up, applying a more traditional ankle lock. But mark is well prepared for this move as he rolls himself causing Hunter to stumble forward, thus putting him under Mark. He grabs onto Hunter s legs and rolls him up for a pin attempt.




Jon McDaniel: “Chamelion scores the first point!!”

Chamelion gains a point…. BUT THE ANKLE LOCK IS STILL IN! Sullivan rolls on through after the three and drops down scissoring the legs once again. CHAMELION TAPS!

Brian Rentfro: “But in quick response, Hunter forces Chamelion to tap!”

Jon McDaniel: “Chamelion almost never taps, but as early in the match as it is, he needs to keep his body in shape, so he sacrificed his lead to get out of the ankle lock!”

Hunter lets go and quickly rolls away to put some distance between himself and Chamelion, allowing him some much needed time to recuperate. The Viper is up fairly quickly, and immediately notices that he has begun to seriously affect Chamelion's leg, as Mark is taking much longer than he normally would to get up. Sullivan is very willing to take advantage of this and swoops in with an arm drag that takes Sommers to the mat. Mark is slow to his feet yet again, letting Hunter know that he needs to take advantage now before the Challenger can recover.

Hunter-1 Chamelion-1
Time 39:45

With Chamelion forced into a defensive game, Sullivan is all the more ready to take advantage of the situation. Hunter snatches Mark up in another arm drag, this time making sure to hold onto the arm, turning it into an arm lock. The lock isn't on long, as Chamelion is well versed in holds and counter holds and is able to take Sullivan to the mat with a fireman s carry takeover. Sullivan catches Mark with a Head-Scissors, but quickly rolls it over and floats over into a face lock, lifting Chamelion to his feet. He brings Sommers to the corner and stands him up, hitting him with a stiff kick to his gut before taking his leg and wrapping it around the second rope. He pulls at Mark s leg, grinding it against the steel cable inside the rope! Mark tries to push Hunter away, but Sullivan keeps him at a distance by pushing against his chest with his foot. Mark’s leg stretches painfully against the ropes as the referee begins the DQ count.





Hunter breaks the hold mere seconds before the four, raising his hands innocently. The referee gives him a warning, but it is quickly replaced by a harsher warning as Mark untangles his leg and blasts the Champion in the side of the head with a harsh slap! The echo floats across the arena as the challenger starts to blast Hunter with big chops and slaps, letting loose his frustration that has slowly been built up. Hunter takes a cheap shot with a toe-kick to Chamelion’s knee. He places his arm across his opponent s chest and yells out a prideful roar of S....T....O! But Sommers halts the move with several elbows to the side of Hunter's neck, twisting the arm behind his back in a hammerlock, and drops him on his head with a Hammerlock DDT! Sullivan is spiked right on his head, folding up his neck like an accordion. The crowd is in a frenzy for the retaliation of Mark Sommers!

Hunter-1 Chamelion-1

Jon McDaniel: “ and more work on the neck as Hunter is flattened with that sick DDT.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Chamelion is at a disadvantage but he is fighting back against the assault, holding his own.”

By this point the wear of keeping at an active pace for most of this match is starting to show on both competitors, but that doesn't stop Mark as he pushes himself back up to his feet and grabs Sullivan by the hair. Jerking "The Viper" to the middle of the ring by his hair while he is still on his knees, Mark gets ready to pull the Champion back up, only to get some stiff shots to the abdomen by Sullivan. These only serve to annoy Mark who slams Hunter in the head with a head butt, something Mark wouldn't usually do. Even though is it through unconventional means, Sommers does just about knock Sullivan out with this prior to bringing him back to a standing position. Being back in the driver's seat Mark starts things off by pulling the head of Sullivan down so his neck is exposed before planting some swift elbow shots right to Hunter's spine. These jar the Champion awake in a rather unpleasant manner, but Mark doesn't stop there as he pulls Sullivan down further and uses his left leg to deliver several knees to the side of Sullivan's neck. More force seems to be placed in these than the elbows and Hunter immediately feels it as he drops down to his knees. A few more shots are delivered by Mark before he lets go of Hunter's hair and shakes out his right leg while Hunter keeps his head and neck held on the ground. Not wanting to give Sullivan anytime to rest, Mark is right back on him within a few moments as he grabs Hunter's near left leg and pulls it backwards with him as he keeps to Sullivan's side and drops his left knee right into the back of Hunter's neck! The fans throughout the jam packed Arena cheer loudly for this as Mark tries to place Hunter’s foot to the back of his head while keeping all his weight right on the injured neck of the Champion.

Hunter-1 Chamelion-1
Time: 37:00

Brian Rentfro: “ The neck of the champion is now being brought into question as is being pressured down harshly with the knee, as well as the leg being contorted back.”

Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter was able to pull out a submission point earlier, lets see if Chamelion can take all the shots he gave to the neck and earn himself a point.”

Knowing that this kind of punishment is more than he can take for long Hunter begins to push Mark's knee off his neck. Once this has been done and Mark is forced to stand to his feet, Sullivan makes a mad dash towards the bottom rope he has been watching in vain for so long. Upon grabbing it "The viper" breathes a sigh of relief as he believes his pain is over. This isn't the case however, as Mark suddenly pulls Sullivan back away from the ropes by the left leg he still has held and places Sullivan into an STF! Just like the last submission hold Mark applied this STF gets the fans cheering as the crowd seems to be favoring Mark much more right now, hoping a title change is in the works. Wanting very much to disappoint them, Hunter starts to inch forward back to the ropes that now looks miles instead of a few feet away. As the seconds pass by and the crowd grows louder a worried look passes over Hunter's already strained face. Thoughts of tapping become more frequent by the second, but as the ropes begin to get closer time passes and Hunter is finally able to reach out for them. Without warning these ropes are suddenly jerked from Sullivan' grasp as Hunter leans back to a sitting position with the STF still applied! Now the PWA fans are on their feet as there is no way Hunter can withstand this much longer, and before too long HUNTER TAPS!

Brian Rentfro: “Chamelion returns the favor, and now it’s Hunter who has to quickly tap to keep his body from being broken!”

Mark lets Hunter down, letting go of the hold. Mark stands back up to his feet and shakes his right leg out once more as Hunter stays down on the ground, just happy to be out of the hold. This feeling only lasts momentarily as Mark pulls him back into the middle of the ring and flips him over for a cover,



Hunter kicks out.

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Jon McDaniel: “ We are down now to a two to one point score with Sommers in the lead.”

Brian Rentfro: “ and not happy with the submission point, Mark even tries a quick pin, this he however gets a 2 count with. This match is a half an hour in, we still got ANOTHER half an hour to go. Can you imagine what else this match has left to give us?”

As usual a lot of pressure was applied during this pin and Hunter seems to be having a harder time kicking out because of this. Sensing how worn down his opponent is Mark goes for another pin right after,



Hunter kicks out again. This time Sullivan actually manages to sit up after kicking out, just to convince Mark he is still alive in this match. While this gesture works for it's intended purpose it also allows Mark to move behind Sullivan and place him right back in the Sleeper hold he had applied earlier in the match. Before Mark can get this properly applied to it's fullest, Hunter quickly slips out of Mark's grasp and manages to hit Mark with a kick to the face as he leans backwards. The shock from this kick makes Mark jump back up to his feet and stumble backwards slightly as Hunter holds his neck and gets to his knees. Unwilling to allow Sullivan back into this match Mark rushes at him to the best of his ability with a Lariat attempt as Sullivan pops back up to his feet. Somehow Sullivan is able to duck under the arm of Chamelion and sprints towards the opposite set of ropes as Mark hits the near ropes. As Sullivan rebounds off the ropes he expects Mark to be coming back towards him to meet at the center of the ring but this isn't the case as Mark hangs onto the ropes he hit to stop himself. Ignoring the danger of this Hunter keeps coming right at Mark, only to suddenly put on the brakes right before coming into contact with Mark, knowing what happened last time. Mark isn't going to let Sullivan get away that easily however, as he winds up to smack "The Viper" with a chop, only to find himself getting kicked straight in the right knee by Hunter to knock him off his feet.

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Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter learning from earlier, and takes a swift capitalization of the situation and stomps out the knee.”

Brian Rentfro: “ The moment Hunter goes for any version of the Texas clover he’ll surely get a point, but Hunter needs to be aware that the SOS is equally as easy to pull off.”

With a satisfied smirk on his face Hunter bends down and slaps Mark right upside the head prior to quickly trapping Mark in a front face lock and pulling him back to the middle of the ring. While some fans cheer this, most seem to be jeering Sullivan pretty openly now and have turned to Mark's side either during this match or were already on his side from the start. This annoys Hunter who taunts the crowd some with Mark held and begins to kick away at the right leg of challenger some more, hoping to soften it back up after Mark has been able to rest it. As more and more of the crowd begin to boo Hunter the PWA Grizzly beer Champion just smirks and yells "CRUMBLAH!" before lifting Mark up and planting him with the move. Most figure Hunter will pin after this, but the arrogant grizzly Champion does no such thing and instead decides to roll through back to his feet with the face lock held. Not one to rush into things, Sullivan makes sure to yell at the crowd to get even more jeering and a tiny bit of cheering out of the them. While he is doing this he doesn't realize Chamelion is regaining his senses, then as Hunter goes to hit Mark with a second Crumbler, "The Devious S.O.B" suddenly pulls Hunter down into a front face lock of his own using the arm Sullivan has draped over his shoulders. Grabbing Sullivan' s free right arm, Mark places it under Hunter's legs and keeps it held with his free left hand prior to lifting Hunter up and planting him with a WRIST-CLUTCH BRAINBUSTER!!! Sullivan' goes head first into the ground as the jeers change into an explosive amount of cheering, the fans willing Mark on to cover Mark and become the new Champion. Mark doesn't do this however, and instead rolls back through to his feet with Mark still in the front face lock! Keeping the Champion held Mark signals for the end as he lets go of the front face lock momentarily to cross Hunter's arms across his chest. This doesn't last long as Sullivan' starts kicking Chamelion’s injured leg with all his might before freeing himself from Mark and grabbing the leg to pull Mark off his feet.

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Brian Rentfro: “ Brains are a bust’n!”

Jon McDaniel: “ The sad thing is, in ego to inflict more damage each one gives up what is sure to be a sure fire 3 count, and in turn a point.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Which was needed on Hunters half, he is one point behind.”

Despite the pain that has built up in his neck Hunter knows that one more big move would have taken him out for good and tries desperately to take Mark out of this match once and for all by continually kicking at his right leg with it held. A total of probably twenty or more kicks connects as Mark grasps at the leg and cringes in pain, but Hunter doesn't stop there as he places Mark into a Toehold. Even if this move isn't impressive it is effective as Mark tries to use his free leg to push Hunter off of him, only for Hunter to change the hold to a Spinning Toehold and wear down Mark's leg even more. After a couple of rotations and Sullivan eases back into a standard Toehold and is pushed away from Mark soon after, still keeping Mark's leg held even then. Placing Mark's leg into a Cravat to stretch it even more Hunter thinks about what to do next as he then places Mark's leg back under his arm. Sommers tries to fight this off using his free leg, but Sullivan avoids his kicks with ease and manages to turn Mark over to place him in a Single Leg Boston Crab. Immediately Mark begins to crawl towards the near ropes which are almost within his reach. Hunter notices this in a hurry and hastily pulls Mark back away from them towards the middle of the ring while keeping the Single Leg Boston Crab locked in. The crowd jeers this and gets Hunter yelling that they are hypocrites because of Mark doing the same thing to him earlier. No one in the Arena actually seems to care about this as they continue jeering, upsetting Sullivan enough that he breaks the hold and goes to lift Mark back up to his feet. With the Challenger back up to a vertical base Hunter taunts the crowd as he places Mark in a front face lock and hooks his right leg to hit him with a Fisherman's Suplex! Somehow Mark manages to escape this before he gets off the ground and slams Mark in the face with a chop which dazes the Champion and allows Mark to pick Sullivan up off his feet prior to yelling and dropping down to his knees as Mark comes down to the canvas with his head draped over Mark's shoulder! The massive trauma this puts on Hunter's neck leaves him in a heap on the mat, Sommers drapes a loose arm for the cover,




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Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter is behind on two points, he’s got to catch up before Sommers leaves him in the dirt here.”

Brian Rentfro: “ I think he knows that Jon, but I must say, that was a very impressive neck breaker, looked similar to a one legged muscle buster.”

Jon McDaniel: “We knew these guys would pull out what ever they could to gain the victory, and I think Chamelion is proving this here and now.”

Mark lies on the mat clutching at his knee, which absorbed a lot of impact from the body weight of both himself and Hunter Sullivan, who has now began to twitch at the side of the ring. Hunter's leg twitches wildly as he slowly rolls out onto the apron and eventually plops out of the ring and onto the floor. He holds his neck, being careful not to move it more than he has to. Meanwhile, the fans are busy chanting "You Killed Sullivan!" clap, clap, clap-clap-clap, "You Killed Sullivan!" Mark, with assistance from the ropes, is back up and smiling brightly a cashier grin, looking out into the sea of his new fans. His eye is caught by Sullivan, who is barely managing to get back to his feet, still holding the back of his neck with care. Sommers knows that his chance to strike is now. He comes off the ropes and slides down with his left foot outstretched for a one-legged Baseball Slide. But Mark sees him out of the corner of his eye and catches his leg under his arm. He pulls Mark across the ring over to the nearest turnbuckle. He pulls him close, to get his right foot in range. He grabs his right leg and slams it against the ring post! Mark cringes in pain as he is introduced to the steel. Sullivan, sensing blood, continues to ram Mark s leg against the ring post mercilessly. The referee bends over the top rope, yelling for Sullivan to get back into the ring or risk a disqualification. Hunter ignores him, and tempts fate just a little more as he crosses Mark's legs around the post, crosses them, and drops backwards in a TEXAS CLOVERLEAF AROUND THE RING POST!! Mark howls in pain as referee Paul London begins the DQ count.






Point to Chamelion.

Brian Rentfro: “I don’t know if that’s the best strategy for Hunter to be taking, with himself so far behind in points!”

Jon McDaniel: “He’s likely hoping to put Chamelion out of commission completely!”

But it doesn’t matter as Chamelion is screaming wildly! He’s tapping all he can tap but the ref wont count it due to the nature of the hold, he goes to start another DQ count but Sullivan releases the hold. Sullivan quickly pulls himself away from the apron, nursing his leg in near tears. Sullivan, very proud of himself, climbs up onto the apron and plays to the fans a bit before grabbing hold of the top rope and propelling himself into the ring to hit a slingshot knee drop onto Mark's knee!

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Brian Rentfro: “ Hunter has DESTROYED Chamelion’s leg. And I mean DESTROYED.”

Jon McDaniel: “But he gave up a valuable point to do so, he needs to recover from his point falls.”

Brian Rentfro: “ I think he can do that, sitting on the leg at this point should grasp Hunter submission victory.”

The slingshot knee drop, while being an effective move on Chamelion, also took some life out of Sullivan, especially coming off the devastating Neck breaker. Sullivan now holds an almost primal twinkle in his eyes, realizing the classic he and Chamelion are putting forward, he almost… grows respect for Mark. But he can’t let him hold onto the belt, he’ll use this desire to enter a mean streak to help him hang onto his cherished belt. Hunter starts to pull Mark ever closer to the ropes. He rests his right leg on the bottom rope, and follows up by standing right on it! The crowd is in a uproar, jeering the despicable actions of their Champion. But at this point, all is lost to Sullivan except for the clear motivation to hold onto his title by any means possible. The begins another DQ count.





Sullivan steps off the leg, quickly giving It a soccer kick to knock it off the bottom rope. The ref backs Hunter into a corner, threatening disqualification and giving Hunter a final warning. But Mark shrugs off the warning and shoves off the ref as he goes right back after Chamelion. Sullivan, knowing that Sommers has phenomenal durability and stamina, decides it best to gain some points as quickly as possible. He grabs Mark's right leg and slowly pulls his thumb across his throat. He grabs the other leg and crosses them and tucks them under his right arm, attempting to turn them over for the Texas clover! But Mark fights violently against him. Sullivan almost has Mark turned over, as Chamelion is now lying on his side, using his left arm to push against Hunter. The Viper, getting desperate and unnerved by the fight the former world Champion is putting up, resorts to desperate measures by lighting Mark’s back up with his kicks that send a sickening smack echoing throughout the building. ELEVATED TEXAS CLOVER! CHAMELION TAPS!

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Jon McDaniel: “ And hunter wraps up an impressive point.”

Brian Rentfro: “ But the hold was hardly in more then a few seconds!”

Jon McDaniel: “ Brian, at this point in the match, after all that leg word, Chamelion can’t afford more injury to it, he’s toast with any more leg submissions. From here on out, he needs to focus on avoiding the holds all together.”

Sullivan is red hot coming off of this hyped and pumped with his point. Chamelion starts to shift into a kneeling position and is almost up when Sullivan charges forward and rebounds off the ropes behind his opponent and connects with a vicious S.A.F! Chamelion is knocked onto his face with the brute knee connecting into the back of his head hard. Hunter starts stomping the leg repeatedly until finally, after his fit of rage, he lifts him up and throws his arm over his head locking in a half nelson, signaling for his favorite suplex! But Mark forces his way out of this hold with several hard elbows to the side of Hunter’s raw neck. Sullivan is forced to loosen his hold and Mark turns him around and forces him into a standing head-scissors He hooks both of his arms, looking for a Tiger Driver! But The Champion bends his legs, keeping him close to the ground and safe from the move. Mark hits him with several kicks, but is too weak to lift a fighting Sullivan. He unhooks one of his arms and delivers a painful elbow right into Sullivan's spine, but just gave Hunter a big opening. The Champion uses his free leg to hook Mark's leg, stands up, and floors The Devious S.O.B with an STO. Still holding onto the leg, Hunter grabs Mark's other leg and crosses them for a Texas Cloverleaf! Once again Sullivan tries to turn Chamelion over. But Mark is well prepared this time, as he slips his left leg free and knocks The Viper off after several boot scrapes. Hunter grabs both legs and again tries for the Cloverleaf, but Mark manages to lock Hunter's neck under his arm and roll back in a INSIDE CRADLE ONE TWO TH- KICKOUT! Hunter actually manages to push out and avoid a pin fall. Hunter rushes to his feet, and Chamelion to his, both grasping to gain the upper hand and first shot. Sullivan gets there first hitting a toe kick to the knee. Sommers drops down to one leg before being pulled into a familiar standing head scissors, a possibly power bomb is to follow, BUT CHAMELION DROPS AND NAILS A LOW BLOW! The ref calls it and Sullivan boosts up a point, but Chamelion follows up into a jack knife pin.




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Jon McDaniel: “ That could possible be the type of handicap Mark was talking about, gave Hunter a point, only to score with a pin.”

Brian Rentfro: “It’s strategy, he stole back the advantage, and kept each other at a steady point difference.”

Mark stands and sends off his signature cashier grin, dropping down next to the ropes and rolling out of the ring. The ref follows him to the apron seeing nothing good coming out of what ever was to follow, and he was right to worry. Because the Challenger takes a grip of a chair at ring side slamming it shot, looking back into the ring where Hunter is still attempting to recover. Mark heads back to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, steel chair firmly in hand. The ref argues him, demanding that he put it back or risk DQ, to which Chamelion says “Go right ahead.” The ref is caught off guard and steps back as Sullivan makes fully to his feet, walking with a stagger the man turns right into a CHAIR BREAKING CHAIR SHOT! Hunter drops like a sack of bricks, not so much drop, but crumble. Chamelion tosses the broken chair away and looks to the ref who has called the point in Hunters favor yet again. The second “handicap” as Chamelion drops down and makes the pin.




The fans go wild as the point pops up on the score board. The fans finally get a good look at the champion after the shot, only to see blood streaming it way down his face.

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Jon McDaniel: “ Chamelion knocks Hunter out cold with a steel chair. And he’s BUSTED WIDE OPEN! Chamelion could get two points of hunter here, he is OUT.”

Brian Rentfro: “ I think Chamelion heard you as he is dropping down for the second in a row cover.”

Jon McDaniel: “ ONLY a TWO count on that one. Sullivan still has SOME life left in him.”

The former world Champion is not in a mood to wait for Sullivan neck to heal and him to get back to his feet, realizing he must take the opportunity he has been made. Sullivan, barely peeling himself off the mat with the ropes, is just over halfway up before Mark hooks his arms in a chickenwing/half-nelson. He tries to pull Mark into the center of the ring for the Suplex, but Hunter keeps a firm grip on the top rope with his right arm, refusing to be pulled off! Mark tugs at the Champion, trying to pry him from his perch, but The Viper is cemented in. Mark quickly releases the hold and starts going right for Hunter's neck with a flurry of chops! After a good nine chops Mark stops, only to come forward with a mighty ROLLING CHOP! Hunter’s neck snaps forward and he releases the ropes from the sheer shock of the blow. Mark wastes no time as He pulls Sullivan away while he is still reaching for the ropes, Chamelion doesn’t lock I the same hold, not this time. Chamelion grips Hunter around the neck with his arm looking out to the fans before bring the wrestler high into the air with a RUPTURE! Hunter lands at a sickening angle and rolls over his head, lying flat on his stomach. Mark is now more confident than ever that the match is all but over as Hunter is surely K.Oed. As he goes to roll Hunter over for the pin, he is horrified to see the Champion already working his way up, slowly but surely. He pushes his body up in a slow push-up, sits up on his knees, and flashes Mark the finger. Chamelion at first shocked doesn’t react, but becomes more than a little pissed off. In response he grabs Hunter's finger and pulls it backward!

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Jon McDaniel: “ And with that Rupture Sullivan still manages to make it to his feet!”

Brian Rentfro: “ Chamelion could have made the pin I think, but the shock that Sullivan was making his way back up halted him.”

With his finger entrapped, Hunter is pretty much at the mercy of The Most Devious S.O.B. Mark pulls Sullivan up from the mat without much trouble. He grabs the wrist with his free hand and pulls Hunter in closer, releasing his finger and locking in a cravat. Sullivan suffers through the hold, making several weak attempts to elbow Mark's ribs. But this only inspires the former world Champion to wrench the hold in harder. Finally, Hunter is able to devise a counter. He scoots in closer to Chamelion, wrapping his arms around his waits, and lifts him up to slide out of the cravat. He holds Chamelion up as if for a back suplex, but instead starts to spin around, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed until he is in a full force Airplane Spin-like maneuver! The crowd can be heard in the background counting the seconds.











At the count of ten Hunter drops Mark around in front of him and hooks up into a Half nelson, crossing his arm over the neck before launching in a TIGER SUPLEX 85!! The bridge is made ONE TWO THREE! Hunter gains the point and pushes out of the suplex, laying on the mat for a moment. Both men struggle to their feet, obviously dizzy. The first to act is Mark as he lashes out with a right hand, but connects with nothing but air. Hunter tries to retaliate, but barely grazes Mark's shoulder. Mark now knows where Hunter is, grabs onto his head and starts laying into it with elbow shots. But now Hunter has a good idea of where Mark is. He ducks one of the elbows, reaches around and grabs the hand that was holding his head, and uses it to take Sullivan to the mat. He lies next to Sullivan, throws his arm over his shoulder, and locks in a cross face to complete Riona Langly's PAINKILLER OVERDOSE!!! Hunter claws at the mat desperately, the pain of his neck being bent back is too much for any mere mortal man. He tries to pull his way to the ropes, slowly inching his way across the canvas. He reaches out with his arm, trying to grab the bottom rope, but all of a sudden Mark lifts his open back off the mat with his legs by bridging and almost breaking Hunter's neck in half! Mark is much too far away to reach the ropes! He grows desperate. He tries to pry Mark's fingers away, but can’t. HUNTER TAPS

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Jon McDaniel: “ Two more falls, an impressive Half nelson bridge grabs Hunter his victory.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Then in turn Hunter falls to the very painful painkiller overdose. Chamelion is getting so desperate in these final moments that he is actually using other wrestlers finishing maneuvers.”

Mark drops to his hands and knees, just realizing how much energy he has expelled in this grueling match. But he spots Hunter trying to roll out of the ring. He ignores the nagging pain in his right leg and shoots forward to grab Hunter's to pull him into the center of the ring. He tries to apply another Painkiller, but Hunter uses several illegal closed fists to knock him away. Hunter rolls over to a separate side of the ring and uses the ring ropes to bring himself up. While Mark checks for any lacerations from the fists, Chamelion is already measuring him for a final attack. Hunter finally stands up in the ring and Mark explodes forward, making a smirk before lashing out with a MIMMICK!! DUCKED!! Sullivan catches Mark and sends him crashing to the mat with a CAPTURE SUPLEX!! The Challenger is dropped straight on his head. The Viper Snap was attempted to be stolen but, Hunter knowing his own move countered expertly. His eyes grow a glazed and lifeless expression. Hunter turns around to make another pin, only to see the fight still left in the Challenger as he pulls at the empty air, trying to pick himself up in a blind passion. Sullivan knows that to pin him now would only waste time, he’s pushing his limits just as he himself is doing here tonight. This is without a shadow of a doubt, the Chamelion he so direly requested. Hunter pulls up the weakened wrestler, he then throws his arm over his shoulder, reaches his arm across his chest, and tosses him backwards for a EXPLODER!!! The audience is roaring, positive that they are seeing history in the making. Hunter Sullivan crawls across the ring and drapes an arm over Mark's lifeless body.




Sullivan rolls of Chamelion, a desperate man with one goal in mind: to keep what is rightfully his. He gives it another go. He picks Mark up by his hair, throws his arm across his shoulders, and pulls his arm into a wrist-clutch before lifting him up for an EXPLODER 98!!! NO! Mark hits Sullivan with several elbows to the side of his head before he can slip his arm free. He locks Sullivan in position for an STO before bending him backwards slamming Hunter with a Brutal STO!

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Jon McDaniel: “ This match is closing up, approximately 15 minutes left in the match, and hunter needs at the VERY least two points to grasp this one.”

Brian Rentfro: “ But that’s at least, Chamelion might grab another one and bring that right up to three needed. Hunter needs to get a few falls in ASAP.”

Jon McDaniel: “ I think Hunter pulled a lucky card because Chamelion is unable to connect with the pin.”

The crowd is all over Mark for the mind games, but both men lie on the mat, exhausted and beaten. Neither one moving an inch. The Referee checks both their arms, both of which hit the mat just as soon as they’re lifted up. He backs up and begins the count.






Both men start to move, hearing the faded words of the fans cheering them on.



Mark is on his hands and knees as Sullivan leans on the second rope.



Mark stands up straight and Hunter is slightly huddled over the ropes, but it is enough to continue the match. The fans cheer for the display of heart shown by both men. Their eyes lock from across the ring. Just as if the match had just begun, they start to circle each other. The circle gradually gets smaller and smaller until they reach the center of the ring. Both have a fighting stance adopted, but it is Sullivan who casts the first stone. He grabs Mark's head and hits an elbow shot. Mark retaliates with a shot of his own. They begin exchanging elbow strikes in the center of the ring, the crowd behind them all the way. Sullivan starts to gain the advantage, but Mark stops this quickly with a stiff kick just below his left ribs. Sullivan halts his flurry and strikes back with a chop that sends a deafening smack across the crowded arena. Mark lashes out with another kick. Both men start battling it out again, locked in a stalemate of chops and kicks, the smacks slowly blurring together until they are only overpowered by the insane roar of the crowd around them. Sullivan grabs Mark and throws him into the corer, letting loose with a flurry of machine gun chops! He winds up for a Rolling Chop, but Mark ducks under it and backs Hunter into the corner, hitting him with a barrage of kicks to the gut. But Sullivan fights his way out of it with the hardest chop yet that knocks Mark away from the corner. He holds his chest in pain as he turns away from Sullivan and goes to one knee. He slowly works his way back up, knowing that Hunter will be planning something. He whips around to meet The Viper as he explodes from his corner, both of them executing a running turn before they hit DUAL ROLLING ELBOWS!!! They both hit the ground hard as not a single crowd member is sitting down, everyone chanting "THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!!"

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Jon McDaniel: “ I can think of no better phrase to explain this bout here at genesis 9”

Brian Rentfro: “ This is wrapping up to be the best matches in Genesis history, Best match so far this year. It’s got my vote, and it’s not even over.”

With both men knocked down seemingly unconscious on the mat the referee begins a count as the PWA fans begin to will them both on.






Mark begins to stir, seemingly getting the lesser of the two shots.



Sullivan begins to get to his feet as well as Mark makes it up on one foot.


Immediately Mark moves over to Hunter when he is up and delivers a vicious big boot kick right to the jaw with his left leg! That may be the knock out shot in this match as Hunter falls flat to his back and the fans continue going wild, but Mark opts not to go for the cover. Instead "The Devious S.O.B" grabs Hunter by the hair and hauls him back up to his feet prior to positioning him in the corner and hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Shaking out his right leg slightly beforehand, Mark begins to climb the ropes in the corner and pulls Sullivan up to a standing position as well. Everyone is on their feet now, even those few who weren't before, watching in wonder at what Mark might be doing as he bends Hunter over and places him in a front face lock! The crowd ERUPTS as Chamelion yells out and attempts to lift up, but Hunter starts sending in right hands with the best of his ability. Chamelion starts loosening his hold, not having much to be able to fight back against with. Hunter manages to switch up the hold, grabbing in his own Front face lock! Hunter pulls up Chamelion for seemingly a reverse Ski high suplex, BUT HE JUMPS FORWARD!!!! SKY HIGH CRUMBER!!! The PWA fans spare no language for this as chants of "Holy Fuck!" start around the arena while Mark writhes in pain on the ground holding his neck. Mark appears to be dead as he lies on the ground barely breathing, but the fans hold there breath as Hunter slowly crawls towards Mark for the cover,




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Brian Rentfro: “ That’s Hunters most vicious move in his arsenal. In fact, he once told me he hasn’t used it in over a YEAR.”

Jon McDaniel: “ that just shows how important this match is for him to win, each man will put EVERY thing into this match… wait, Chamelion is bleeding now as well!”

Brian Rentfro: “ Hunter was Busted open earlier by the steel chair, and now Chamelion is open wide as well, these men are laying out cold in a bloody mess.”

Sitting up to his knees after this Hunter grabs Mark's arm to pull him to the middle of the ring. When Hunter does this Mark shoves him off. Getting a little angered, Hunter decides to cool off momentarily as Mark slowly gets to his feet, holding his head slightly because of the impact on it. Once Mark is up Hunter immediately rushes at him to go for a Double Leg Takedown, but Mark manages to stay on his feet and fight it as he is backed into the ropes. The ref tries to get Sullivan to break the hold he has on Sullivan's legs as he continues to drive the Challenger into the ropes, but that isn't necessary as Mark suddenly wakes back up from his daze and beats the holy hell out of Hunter's neck! Numerous blows to the neck of Sullivan seem to knock him out before Mark pulls him back to his feet into a front face lock and moves away from the ropes to place Hunter into a FRONT GUILLOTINE CHOKE!! The PWA fans still haven't left their feet and for good reason as Mark is only moments away from possibly submitting the champion. The PWA Grizzly beer Champion isn't going to let this happen without a fight, however, and begins to elbow Mark's right leg and hit him with any kind of strike available in his unprotected abdominal area. This only lasts a small while prior to Mark letting go of Sullivan and falling backwards exhausted while holding his knee. Sullivan holds his neck for only a split second before spotting an opportunity and grabbing Mark's leg to wrap around his. The crowd doesn't seem to know quite what Hunter is doing as he then turns over onto his stomach and stands up, showing them a perfectly applied SHARPSHOOTER!!

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time: 11:30

Jon McDaniel: “ Sullivan applies another leg submission! This might be the hold that shoots him into the lead!”

Brian Rentfro: “ Only time will tell when it comes to Chamelion’s determination, and his knee.”

Chamelion begins to scream in pain as Hunter once again is back working on his right leg, thoughts of giving up now entering his mind. The determination Mark has to win tonight however seems to parallel the determination he had when he had his opportunity to gain the PWA World Heavyweight Championship and that kind of determination won't be put down so easily. Sullivan won't let up just because of this kind of emotional want and makes Chamelion work for it as he continues pressuring his legs. Suddenly Hunter falls flat on his face, Mark grabbed the leg and had tripped the wrestling star forward. As Hunter pushes himself up and stumbles to the ropes the crowd goes into a frenzy as no one had expected Mark to still have that kind of strength left in his legs. Sullivan knows that there isn't much left in Mark now though and goes back over to him in a hurry as Mark gets on his knees, only for Mark to suddenly hook Sullivan into a Small Package.




Hunter kicks out! Mark doesn't seem to know what the hell happened as he sits back up, but immediately nails a couple of stomps to Hunter's neck upon standing up and hearing the ref say "two." The Devious S.O.B hasn't given up the fight and shoves himself to his feet, and then shoves Hunter away from him. Both men’s faces are dripping a crimson mask, the ring around them showing the signs of the classic heart pounding match they have fought in. Chamelion seems temporarily blinded, is not out cold on his feet, which gives Sullivan an idea. The Malicious Viper suddenly runs back into the far ropes before rushing back at Mark for a VIPER SNAP!! BLOCKED!!! Mark grabs Hunter's foot and whips him around into a SLEEPER!! The fans are going absolutely insane now as Sullivan tries to bend down and flip Mark over his shoulders, only for Sommers to step on the back of Sullivan' leg to block it!

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Jon McDaniel: “ And we get a sleeper here in this match, time is running out, I’m not sure who will be the man to finally break the tie and win.”

Brian Rentfro: “ it’s impossible to tell who is going to win here tonight, clearly, and utterly impossible.”

Jon McDaniel: “ and that makes it all the much better as we head into the final moments, where each man will HAVE to put everything into this match, or get nothing.”

With the Grizzly beer Champion fading the PWA fans begin to chant "Sullivan, Sullivan, Sullivan!" and as Hunter falls to his knees everyone begins cheering even louder. Sullivan moving with the fans, who have started chanting his name out of respect alone and pops right back up! He suddenly starts towards the near corner while still in the Sleeper. Using the ropes in this corner to climb up, Hunter looks for an old school counter out of this move, only for Mark to suddenly jerk him back away from the ropes and hit him with a SLEEPER SUPLEX!!! Hunter lands directly on his head from this move and mark quickly moves over to him afterwards into a cover,



Kick out! The crowd deflates once more after this kick out and Mark looks about ready to just kill Sullivan, but smirks. Chamelion who is toughing out the pain that has been building in his leg, lifts Hunter back up to his feet so he is facing away from Mark who places him into a Straightjacket Waistlock, launching is a STRAGHT JACKET GERMAN SUPLEX! Now the crowd is going absolutely insane as Hunter is spiked on his head harder then possibly anyone in the PWA has been before as Mark slowly climbs on top of him for another cover,




Chamelion earns a point! Finally Mark picks himself back up off the ground prior to almost ripping Hunter's hair out as he gets lifted off the canvas and into an inverted face lock. With the crowd still in a highly emotional state Mark attempts to nail some sort of move, but as he goes to hit Sullivan with the move he suddenly turns around in the inverted face lock and pulls Mark's feet out from under him and turning around to place Chamelion into the KONDO CLUTCH~!!!

Hunter-7 Chamelion-8

Jon McDaniel: “ Here goes Hunters highlight finishing maneuver, the inverted Texas clover! It’s only a matter of time before Chamelion taps out!”

Brian Rentfro: “And right after that beautiful German suplex and pin that gave Chamelion one more point advantage.”

Mark yells out in pain once more as Sullivan has him in the very hold he beat his nephew with in Hunters Debut match. Sullivan wants the point as he pounds on the mat with his feet a couple of times, obviously not as a sign of giving up on the hold. Chamelion on the other hand begins to fight towards the ropes which he is just barely able to get. As soon as Mark grabs the near bottom rope however, Sullivan pulls him right back out into the center of the ring and begins yelling incoherently at Mark to just give up already. Once more it is shown that the former PWA Champion isn't going to just give up as he pulls himself back to the ropes yet again, making Hunter even more angry that he has to pull Mark back away from them once more. Now it seems as though Mark just can't go on any longer as cringes in pain and buries his face in the mat while ref continually asks if he wants to give up. After The ref asks Mark one final time The most Devious S.O.B complies and taps. Point Hunter.

Hunter-8 Chamelion-8

Jon McDaniel: “ the match is in it’s FINAL minutes, and we have two men tied at 8 points each, this match is officially in a form of Sudden death. The next point may in fact turn into the last point.”

Brian Rentfro: “ This is it, this is what we have all been waiting for, who will walk out Grizzly beer champ, who is the better man, who is the last man standing.”

As Mark slowly begins to get up Hunter just has a huge smirk on his face, seemingly ready to finish the match for good. As Mark moves in on the grizzly beer champion, Hunter stomps directly down upon the Hurt knee, dropping the Challenger down to one leg. Hunter stops the leg a few times before snapping off towards the ropes returning for an attempt at the VIPER SNAP! Chamelion moves out of the way, swatting Hunters foot and staggering into the ropes. Hunter moves right back to his feet in time to get a harsh elbow shot that staggers him back, and back more into the center of the ring. Mark quickly getting pumped up grabs Hunter and scoops him up, before finally slamming him down center ring. He calls for it as he points towards the ropes and spurt to them, coming of and rolling with a rolling thunder senton! Not the move he normally pulls out, but he does it for a reason as he rolls with the senton back to his feet, spurting to the ropes in front of him THE FINAL TOUCH! KNEES! Hunter shoots up his knees and jars Chamelion as he bounces to his knees! Hunter quickly chains grabbing Chamelion’s head and rolls in a inside cradle!




Chamelion Rolls through,



Hunter pushes out of the pin. Both me boost back to their feet, Hunter quickly double legged take downs Chamelion into a jack knife!




Again back to their feet they head, Chamelion heading in first diving over hunters leg and rolling for a school boy roll up!




Hunter pushes out, but before he can return to his feet Chamelion grabs Hunter and rolls into an Oklahoma roll!




This time Sullivan is to his feet first, taking note from the former PWA Grizzly beer champion and wraps Chamelion in a Horquilla del Corazón!





Hunter and Chamelion boost back to there feet and look directly into each others eyes and they burst forward! Hunter and Chamelion burst into a rampage of strikes back and forth, back and forth, neither man is letting up, elbows, knees, slaps, chops! Chamelion grabs the advantage when Hunter catches one of Chamelion’s attempted kicks, and as he holds the leg, Chamelion delivers an enzuguri!


Chamelion stalks hunter for the S.O.S!


Hunter wobbles to his feet.




HUNTER DUCKS, heading to the ropes, VIPER SNAP!!


Hunter misses, spinning as Chamelion swats the move, trying to gain his footing! Turning around..




Both men drop down, Chamelion atop of hunter! ONE





ONE SECOND!!!!!!!!


Jon McDaniel: “Holy Hell! Chamelion got the point! Chamelion WINS!

Brian Rentfro: “What a match, what a freaking match!!”


“Voices” picks up over the arena speakers as the referee hands Chamelion the Grizzly Beer Championship! Chamelion can barely stand as he falls back against the ropes, breathing painfully, blood on his face. Hunter rolls out of the ring, also out of breath and the two men stare at each other. Backing up the ramp, Hunter falls on his ass and sits there, no energy left at all.

Jon McDaniel: “That has to be… one of the most amazing matches I have seen in the history of the PWA!”

Brian Rentfro: “Genesis, without a doubt, brings out the best in everyone! And Chamelion just proved that!”

In the ring, Chamelion motions for a microphone, and the entire arena falls quiet as the Devious One speaks.

Chamelion: “*Swallows hard* I gotta say… Hunter.. you are one hell of a fighter. Kiddo, I respect the hell out of you! I have been through the most hellatious matches of my life, but few compare to what we went through tonight. Kudos to you! Don’t even think for a second of feeling bad for losing… it was certainly no fault of yours… I just warned you, when the Most Devious SOB puts his mind to it, he can do anything!”

Moving to the center of the ring, Chamelion then looks up at the empty stage.

Chamelion: “But now, I have something else that has to be taken care of! You see, someone hired you, Hunter, to take me out… someone back there… someone, is behind all this and it’s time, here and now, to find out who it is!”

Jon McDaniel: “Chamelion’s calling out Hunter’s boss!”

Chamelion: “You see, I know who it is! I know who it was that hired you, Hunter.”

Hunter blinks.

Chamelion: “You never met him, did you? No. You got a letter, an offer, with money that couldn’t be traced. You took the offer; you attacked me at London’s Burning.. all without knowing exactly who it was that hired you. But I know! I KNOW!”

He pauses, still in the process of catching his breath.

Chamelion: “Let’s look at the facts, shall we? Because if you all really think about it, the answer is SO Obvious! Who had the most to gain for me being out of action!? Who was in the position to set it up that I couldn’t compete, that I had to take time off, recuperate, rebuild my energy?”

He shakes his head, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

Chamelion: “Who would gain the most, that while out of action, I could be reinstated to a position of power? And then, while in power, set it up for Hunter to get a Grizzly Beer title shot!? You think it was Robinson, but it wasn’t. No, when it came to that part, when it came down to it, it was I that booked the match. I denied Hunter his first shot, but I knew he’d win… I knew that he’d prove himself, just as he had from the first time he took the money.”

Brian Rentfro: “Waaait.. what!?”

Chamelion: “Don’t you get it Hunter? Does anyone GET IT? I lost a match I couldn’t lose, I took time off to replenish myself… I got my power back… and I got a shot against you………all of that, I couldn’t do… unless you got hired to take me out in the first place…. So, is it sinking in, yet, to anyone, who it was that hired Hunter Sullivan in the first place?”

Chamelion’s exasperated pleading look fades, to be replaced by the most evil Cheshire Grin Chamelion can muster, a grin we’ve not seen since 2000.. when Chamelion revealed himself to the The Voice In The Dark.

Chamelion: “That’s right, boys and girls….. it was ME!”

Jon McDaniel: “NO WAY!!!”

Hunter’s jaw drops, eyes wide, as Chamelion grins wickedly in the ring.

Chamelion: “Yes! I told you I was the Most Devious SOB in the Business Today, and that I would prove it to you here tonight! While a risky plan, the rewards I would reap… my power, full ability to compete in the ring… the Grizzly Beer Championship… it all came to me because over four months ago, I hired you to .. take.. me… out! So, you did the job perfectly, Kiddo! I couldn’t have asked for a better employee!”

Backing up the ramp, shaking his head in disbelief, Hunter looks lost. Chamelion laughs, and the PWA Dome fills with massive boos… this turn around so shocking, it seems to over shadow all that has happened earlier tonight, from Flynn’s turn on Stevenson or even Snow’s win over The Phoenix. Chamelion just grins more wickedly.

Chamelion: “And now, with Phoenix out of the picture as World Champion… everything is going to COME MY WAY!”

“Voices” Picks up again as Chamelion raises his PWA Grizzly Beer Championship high in the air.

Brian Rentfro: “I just can’t believe it! The mystery person behind all this, was Chamelion himself!?”

Jon McDaniel: “The ramifications of this is going to ripple through the PWA for a long time to come… but we have to move on, we still got two main event title matches left to go!”

In the Champ's Locker Room

Scottie Snow has finally calmed down and is in his locker room, stretching and shadow boxing. The Phoenix walks in and heads right for Snow.

Phoenix: Scottie, fun is fun, but now it's time to give me back the title.

Scottie Snow: Rob, you're crazy. I beat you fair and square and I plan on defending my new title in the main event.

Phoenix: But Scottie, we spent a fortune on this really spectacular entrance for me and everything. This was kind of supposed to be my night.

Scottie Snow: That's cool, I'll use whatever entrance you guys have cooked up. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get ready for the match.

Phoenix: Have it your way, Snow.

Phoenix opens the door and leans out.


Fantastic Andy Strickland comes in holding a portable CD player and a piece of paper. A referee is following him. Strickland hands the paper to the Phoenix.

Phoenix: See this, Scottie? This is a contract for a Falls Count Anywhere Match for the World title.

Scottie Snow: Why am I not surprised? Fine, if that's what you want, I'll be more than happy to beat you again on Rampage.

Phoenix: Rampage? You misunderstood. The match starts now!

Phoenix jumps Scottie and rams his head into the locker repeatedly. Then Phoenix whips Scottie across the room into a bank of lockers. Phoenix grabs a chair as he heads across the room after Snow and slams it into the head of the champ. Phoenix picks Snow up and hits the Flame on the concrete floor, then makes a pin.


The referee raises Phoenix's arm and hands him the World title belt, which was laying on a bench.


Fantastic Andy presses play on the CD player and "The Final Countdown" starts to play in the little locker room. The camera cuts back to the announce table, showing a very shocked Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro.

Jon McDaniel: That was...

Brian Rentfro: That was brilliant is what that was! Rob's a smart guy and I knew he wouldn't miss the chance to headline Genesis!

Riona Langly vs Corey Lazarus


Eric Emerson: The following contest will be scheduled for one fall, with a 45 minute time limit, and it will be contested for the PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!

Brian Rentfro: This is the first PWA Intercontinental Championship match since November 14th at Good vs. Evil. How has Riona NOT been stripped yet?

Jon McDaniel: I'm guessing there's been some contractual immunity brought about because of her status for many months as a contender for President Robinson's World Heavyweight Championship.

Brian Rentfro: Still, that 140 plus day reign has got to have an asterix or something, right?

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

A trio of drumrolls cue up Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida," and the guitars ring as the bass carries the main melody. Chug-chug-chug-chug goes both guitars before going into the main melody along with the bass, and, at the 27-second mark, Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price emerge from the entrance curtain, with 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.

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, Baby!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the CHALLENGER! He is accompanied to the right by Gregory Price...

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.

Don't you know that I love you?!

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.

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey!

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

Don't you know that I'll ALWAYS be true?!

Corey turns around to face the ring as they reach the bottom of the ramp, the guitars dueling before the chorus, 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.

Oh, won't you come with me
And take my hand?!

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.

Oh, won't you come with me
And walk this land?!

Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction" and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Championship...

The guitars divebomb as Lazarus bobs his head to the beat of the drums, breathing heavier and heavier as he does so.


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!!

"In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" 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 in Laz's corner.

Brian Rentfro: OK, we know Corey's got to be feeling the pressure here. It's Genesis, we're in the PWA Dome, and he's never managed to beat his opponent tonight in ANY way. That sort of thing can be crushing for an individual.

Jon McDaniel: Or is can be focusing too. Corey's always pulled it out on the big stage before, and as much as I can't stand him, I don't see how it's going to affect him tonight.

Brian Rentfro: It's going to be interesting... This is Riona's first time at Genesis, so she's going to be, somehow, more amped than usual.

A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights flicker 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. However, the sound is different... Suddenly, a spotlight shines onto a space next to the entrance ramp, as we see a full choir and small orchestra set up, playing the orchestral intro to Nightwish's "Planet Hell" live for the audience. The crowd seems to like this, even as a new ADC-Tron video for Riona shines on the screen, showing highlights of matches against Scott Nash Strader, Lex Demise, Corey Lazarus, Jamie Flynn, and the Dome of Destruction. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums, which also sound different. And without a warning, the music stops and the spotlight on the orchestra and choir cuts off. Another spotlight shines to the other side of the ramp, where a stage is revealed...

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen... please welcome Anette Olzon, Marco Hietala, Emppu Vuorinen, Jukka Nevalainen and Tuomas Holopainen... THEY ARE... NIGHTWISH!!!

The music restarts with a massive display of pyro on the entrance ramp as blue lasers fire off throughout the stage and entrance-ramp, with both Anette and Marco standing on opposite sides of the stage in spotlights.

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

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Anette steps out of her spotlight and 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 ###

The music stops once again except for a single guitar note played as a third spotlight shines down to a space in the middle of Anette and Marco. From out of that space rises Riona Langly, her usual black and red outfit specially redone for Genesis IX in black and gold. She's carrying the PWA Intercontinental Championship around her waist, and in her hands... is a microphone. Corey Lazarus groans in the ring as the crowd starts to cheer for Riona as she brings the mic up and begins to sing...

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

Riona steps out of her spotlight and throws her arms out to the side in a crucifix pose, flicking her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face as the music restarts itself. A huge pop occurs as a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above where she normally would be. Three fireworks shoot off from the stage and into the air above the ring, firing off in a massive explosion of pyro as the lasers turn back to blue and Marco resumes singing.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!

### 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 stage and showing everyone what she's got as the lasers turn back to red, with both Riona and Anette singing.

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###

Anette turns and points to Riona and smirks as she sings the next line solo...

### You fool ###

Riona turns and points right back to Anette...

### You wanderer ###

Riona, Marco, and Anette all turn to the ring and point at Corey as the two girls duet.

### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Eric Emerson: She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches.

Drum fill as all three sing the chorus...

### 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 ###


### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### Mankind works in mysterious ways ###

Riona walks over and gives Anette a hug as Marco sings...


As the guitar and keyboard solo begins, Riona steps off the stage and begins to walk towards the ring next to the entrance ramp. 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 as the chorus restarts.

### 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. Riona points to the band and the crowd cheers massively, as Corey looks bored in his corner, even stifling a yawn. 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, Nightwish accepting their ovation every bit.

Brian Rentfro: OK, there's ego... and then there's THAT.

Jon McDaniel: I did not know Riona could sing.

Brian Rentfro: What, really? Because I heard all these stories about how lo....

Jon McDaniel: OK Brian, there will be none of that today.

The referee for this match, Andrew Jansen, walks over to Corey and pats him down for weapons as Riona hops off the middle ropes and lightly stretches herself out, staring a hole in Corey that is returned in full force. As he finishes with Lazarus, Jansen walks over to Riona and ignores her glare as he checks her very carefully. Riona unclips the IC Championship belt from around her waist and hands it over, as he shows it to her and then walks back over to Lazarus and shows it to him. He walks to the middle of the ring and holds the belt high for the crowd to see before walking over and handing it to the timekeeper. Both Riona and Corey haven't stopped staring holes in each other since Riona's been in the ring, as Andrew calls for the bell.

* * * DING DING DING * * *

The bell rings but neither Riona or Corey seems to notice that, they're too busy trying to size their opponent up from their respective corners. Riona shifts herself slightly, expecting Corey to start off this match, but he stays in his corner, focusing on her up and down. Finally, Riona makes a move, walking to the center of the ring, where Corey meets her and they continue their staredown, now with some trash talk coming into the equation. Laz makes the first physical action of the match as he goes in for a lockup with the smaller champion, but Riona ducks out of the way, moving behind Corey and making an attempt to drop Corey down with a cradle pin right off the bat. Corey rolls out of Riona's grasp and pounces on her, trying to get the flash pin for the win, but he only gets a one count. Riona quickly goes for a reversal, spinning both of them on the mat before going for a pinfall of her own, but that only gets one as well. Both get to their feet and Riona goes for another quick pin as she takes out Corey's legs in a takedown, but still just a one before Riona's put into a pinfall situation of her own, as Laz pushes the both of them backwards so that Corey's on top. 1! Riona rolls them back. 1, 2! Corey swings them both forward! 1, 2! Both roll to their feet and stand off as the crowd cheers for the quick exchange. They barely spend a moment in the Indy Appriciation Stance before they are at it once again, Corey going for a knucklelock but Riona ducks it once more, sliding in behind him and picking one of his legs out to bring him down to one knee, quickly pulling him into an Abdominal Stretch. Rather than locking her arms, though, Riona focuses on grinding her forearm against the side of Laz's face, pushing his neck down.

Jon McDaniel: And Riona's got the early advantage it seems.

Brian Rentfro: Well, duh. Corey Lazarus, no matter how much he's studied up on Riona, can NOT go hold-for-hold with her. He's got to get her to play HIS game, or else it's going to be another defeat on his end.

Jon McDaniel: I'm sure he knows that though.

Despite Riona's knowledge in this department, Corey's size advantage comes into play as he soon turns around in the hold, though, Riona quickly pulling him into a Double Underhook to keep him from attacking, but the Hollywood Kid manages to pull out, getting behind Riona and pulling her into a Reverse Waistlock. The IC Champion sits out immediately, rolling out of Corey's hold and up to her feet, getting some distance between the two of them as the crowd cheers, excited for this match so far. Pretty soon, the two lock up again, Laz quickly going for a Side Headlock, but Riona fights with it, both of them working hard to try and get the advantage of this grapple. Finally, Riona moves behind Laz to break it up and get him in a Reverse Waistlock, but Corey quickly widens his base, starting to pull her arms out, only for Riona to trip him down onto the mat, turning her body to get him in a Front Facelock. Laz manages to twist out of it, but before he can get Riona in a hold of his own, Riona grabs him and twists him down to the mat in a Crucifix Pin. Before Andrew can drop down for the count, Laz rolls through and gets back to his feet, with Riona still on his back, and rushes into the corner backwards, sending Riona right into the corner. Laz backs off as Riona gets back into a vertical base, rushing forward for a Stinger Splash, but Riona slides out of a way as Corey crashes into the corner. Corey staggers backwards... RIGHT INTO RIONA'S ARMS FOR THE DETON... Corey escapes the Full Nelson almost immediately. Corey rolls to his feet, pointing to his head to show how much homework he's done on Riona's moveset while Riona mocks him a bit.

Jon McDaniel: A bit early for that, don't you think Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Hey, take the moment when you see it, or else you might regret it.

Corey goes back in for another Knucklelock, and this time, Riona accepts. Laz immediately gets the physical control of the lock, pushing Riona against the ropes while also shoving her down to the mat just a bit. Feeling the pressure of losing control of the hold, Riona snaps off a sharp kick to Corey's left shin that pays dividends as Corey relents on the hold and Riona takes control. After a couple of seconds of Langly pushing down on him, Corey breaks the hold and tries to surprise Riona with a lariat, but she dodges it and smacks Corey with one of her massive knife-edged chops as he turns around. Corey staggers backwards into the ropes, the force of the chop surprising him somewhat, and Riona takes swift advantage of this, unleashing chop after chop onto Corey's chest that could be heard in the upper reaches of the PWA Dome. Laz's chest already is turning red after about four of these chops, so he makes a quick move and piefaces Riona down to the mat in order to get her to stop. Unfortunately for him, Riona rolls right back to her feet and ducks the attempted roundhouse before actually sending him to the mat with another chop. Making it back to his feet, Laz sees another painful hand coming, so he reacts quickly, catching the hand right before it hits him and retaliating with a massive BITCHSLAP that sends Riona tumbling down onto her ass. Riona gets back up slowly as Laz gingerly rubs his raw chest, as Riona nods a bit whilst holding her cheek. With a nasty little smirk on her face, Riona explodes onto Corey, raining down a melee of rights and lefts that Laz, being the veteran and better striker, is able to block most of. As Corey is pushed towards the corner from the flurry of Riona's offensive, Riona starts to mix in some kicks, using some of her Jeet Kwon Do to try and throw Laz off his game, but it doesn't do much as Laz is still able to block many of her strikes.

Brian Rentfro: Same deal... Riona, as stiff and nasty as her strikes are, can't really out-strike Corey Lazarus.

Jon McDaniel: You going to tell Riona that she's doing this wrong?

Brian Rentfro: Um... no. I rather like being alive.

Finally, Corey reaches his limit of how much he can take from Riona's melee and catches one of her kicks before reversing places with her, sending Riona backfirst into the corner, where Corey starts to hammer her with body blows, most of them getting through thanks to the surprise reversal. Andrew Jansen quickly moves in, pulling Laz off of Riona as the IC Champion slumps into the corner a bit. Corey lets Riona stumble out of the corner, but then grabs her arm and makes an attempt at an Irish whip, only to find himself careening into the ropes instead. Riona leapfrogs overtop of Corey on the rebound, and then surprises him and most of the audience as well as she snaps her legs around Corey's head and flips him into a hurricanrana as he comes back. Riona keeps the hold on for the pinfall... 1... 2... kickout by Laz. Riona gets back to her feet, but Corey rolls to the outside instead, needing a breather and a discussion of tactics with Gregory Price on the outside. As Laz listens to his agent on the outside, Riona becomes impatient in the ring, walking over and springing onto the top rope for an ANGELIC EUPHORIA ONTO THE FLOOR! Corey sees Riona coming though... AND PULLS PRICE TO TAKE THE MOVE INSTEAD! As Price and Riona lay on the floor dazed, Corey rolls in and out of the ring to break the count, and then gets to work on Riona, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her to her feet before nailing her with a couple of nasty forearms to the face. Riona tries to fire back with some of her own, but her disorientation from doing the Angelic Euphoria, a move she usually does in the ring, causes them to be weaker than usual as Laz throws some downward elbows into the mix. Seeing Riona dazed, Corey decides to wake her up by whipping her into the barrier. Riona arches her back from the sharp pain, but doesn't have much time to absorb the pain as Corey charges her. Thinking quickly, Riona back body drops him over the guardrail, but Laz shows amazing agility by landing on his feet. Riona stumbles forward to try and clear her head, not noticing as Laz sets up a chair in the crowd. Corey rushes forward, using the chair to leap high over the barrier as he goes for a flying clothesline... AND RIONA CATCHES HIM WITH THE REALITY CHECK IN MID-DIVE!


Jon McDaniel: And that right there is a perfect example of what not to do in a match like this... too many risks, not enough reward.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, but when the risks pay off, it's all the reward that they need.

Riona slides into the ring as Andrew gets to the count of 5, leaving Corey on the outside slowly getting to his feet. Jansen gets to 8 before Laz is able to pull himself into the ring, and that's when Riona goes back on the attack, pouncing onto her challenger with a wrenching side-headlock. Riona screams as she looks to pull Corey's head right off of his shoulders, but he manages to get back to his knees, then his feet even as Riona ramps up the pressure. Corey goes to shove her into the ropes in order to break the hold, but Riona manages to hang on and drag the challenger right back onto the mat. Even though it's painful, the headlock doesn't seem to be having the effect Riona wants, so she grabs Corey's arm, twisting into a ground hammerlock while pulling on his head with the other arm in a variant of the camel clutch. However painful the hold may be, it's also a loosely held hold by it's definition and Lazarus is able to roll and squirm enough to shove Riona off of him. Grabbing onto the ropes as a desperation to keep Riona off of him, Corey gets back to his feet and backdrops a charging Riona off the top rope, but the IC Champion manages to float over and land on the apron. Corey senses this and slams Riona with a nasty forearm to the face before pulling her into a Front Facelock across the apron and lifting her up, making an attempt a Vertical Suplex into the ring, but Riona again floats out of it, landing behind Laz and attempting to lock in THE DETONATO... Corey rolls out of the full nelson once more, but Riona doesn't give him any quarter as she rushes forward going for a running knee to the face. Laz reacts almost immediately, hitting Riona with a drop-toe hold that sends Riona throat first into the middle rope. Corey gets back to his feet as Riona slings back onto her knees, and that's when the Hollywood Kid attacks, punishing her with a massive roundhouse kick to the face that sends the champion sprawling onto the mat. Corey doesn't let up, as he just blasts Riona with nasty kick after nasty kick to the face while she's on the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Come on Corey, let her up!

Brian Rentfro: It's about time someone gave Riona a beating like that... Riona's spent a whole year trying to be a striker, and now someone is showing her how it's done!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, but think of the brain?

Brian Rentfro: She'll be fine Johnny... She survived all those Flynn promos after all.

Feeling satisfied that Riona is down for a little bit, Corey drags Riona near one of the corners and hops onto the top rope. Taking a small moment to pose to the crowd's displeasure, Laz goes for a flying double stomp onto Riona's chest, but Riona rolls out of the way and brings him down into an anklelock! Laz immediately begins fighting the hold, kicking at Riona's face to keep her from cinching the move in on him. He finally gets her to relinquish her grip, but as he crawls to his feet, Riona is on him once again, dropping an elbow onto his back in order to bring him to the mat before she makes a play at reapplying the anklelock. Corey immediately rolls over and slams a boot into Riona's gut, but she keeps her grip on Corey's ankle even as she falls to the mat. Taking advantage, she tugs hard on Corey's leg to roll him back onto his stomach and then grapevines the leg with hers, seemingly locking the hold in. However, Corey is able to reach out and BARELY get to the bottom rope in order to cause the break. Riona and Corey get back to their feet and Riona is the first to strike with a sick forearm shot to the face that pushes Corey back a step. However, the Premier Attraction doesn't take this lying down as he roars back with a forearm shot of his own that equals Riona's in force. Soon enough, the two are trading forearm shots back and forth to the crowd's increasing delight. Laz tries to break the monotony with a roundhouse kick, but Riona ducks it and the backfist that Laz attempts. As Laz's balance is off, Riona double butterfly's Corey's arms and throws him backwards with a release Tiger Suplex! Corey rolls back to his feet, dazed and confused, and Langly goes for the kill, locking in a reverse Front Facelock as she goes for the BOMB DROPPER REMI... Laz hangs on, pulling Riona into an attempt at the BOX OFFICE BOMB II... Riona flips out of the move, however, and gets back to her feet as she goes for yet another attempt at THE DETONATOR! SHE LOCKS IN THE FULL NELSON... but Corey drops to a knee as Riona holds on. Quickly making the best of this, Riona wraps her legs around Corey, turning the hold into a leg-scissors full nelson. Despite the pain from his head and shoulders, Corey powers himself back to his feet and flips forward, landing on her and going for the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT.

Jon McDaniel: Nice reversal by Corey.

Brian Rentfro: I'm telling you man, Riona's going to hit the Detonator one of these times, and that'll be IT for Corey Lazarus at Genesis IX.

Jon McDaniel: Wouldn't doubt you on that one man.

Brian Rentfro: Don't call me man.

Laz takes the kickout in stride as he goes on the offensive, rolling out of the pinfall attempt and locking Riona's head under his left arm with a textbook Dragon Sleeper. Corey wrenches HARD back on Riona's head, feeling good about the reversal of fortunes from the headlock earlier in the match, but this is not to last as Riona surprises Laz with her flexibility as she brings her leg up to knee Corey in the face to break out of the hold. Both wrestlers rolling to their feet, Corey is the first to strike with a nasty stiff kick to Riona's leg, but that just seems to wake the beast as Riona fires off, one after another and in brutal succession, kick after kick after kick to Laz's left knee, the assault so furious that he's unable to retailiate against her. Corey tries to shove Riona back onto the ropes in order to regain some semblence of control, but those hopes are dashed as Riona bounces off the ropes and drills him right in the face with a stiff running Enziguri! Laz falls to the mat and Riona goes for the cover, but is still only able to get a two count out of the Premier Attraction. Hopping to her feet, Riona snaps off one of her crux poses and waits, prepping herself as Corey drags himself to his feet. Corey turns around, and walks right into a TOURNIQUET attempt... But Laz has this move scouted very well as he quickly reverses it into an attempt at the BOX OFFICE BOMB! However for him, Riona also has these moves well scouted and flips out of it, but can't capitalize on it as Corey drills Riona with a nasty back elbow to the back of the head. Riona tries to stumble forward, but Corey grabs the IC Champion's head and pulls it down onto his shoulder with a Rude Awakening neckbreaker! Corey turns around and gets to his feet, dragging Riona to her knees with a handful of hair before pulling her into a standing head-scissors. He lifts her onto her shoulders and runs forward, crashing her down onto the mat with a running Ligerbomb! Andrew drops down to make the count, but Riona kicks out after 2. Laz seems undeterred as he pulls Riona back up to her feet once more, positioning himself behind Riona's arm before he drops her with a Uranage suplex right onto her HEAD! Corey pops back up to his feet and drags his thumb across his throat signalling for the end. He goes to pick her back up... but Riona catches him with an inside cradle! ONE... TWO... THR-KICKOUT!

Brian Rentfro: SO CLOSE!

Jon McDaniel: Who's side are you on anyway?

Brian Rentfro: Whichever side is winning at the moment.

Jon McDaniel: Should have known.

Laz doesn't waste any time being surprised and goes on the offensive again, pulling Riona close before smashing forearms onto her forehead repeatedly. Riona makes a weak attempt to push Laz away, but Corey just shrugs that off and silences Riona's resistance with a couple of nasty knees to the gut that drops her to her knees. Sensing an opprotunity is afoot, Corey pushes Riona down to the mat and waits as she slowly gets to her feet before he launches himself at her off the ropes and NEARLY KICKS HER HEAD OFF WITH A HUGE YAKUZA KICK! Riona stumbles backwards and out of the ring as Corey takes the opprotunity to mock her by snapping off one of Riona's own crux poses. Riona coughs on the outside and tries to get to her feet, keeping an eye on Gregory Price as he stands above her taunting. Corey doesn't give Riona much time to recover as he bounces off the ropes once more, taking flight with a swan dive Plancha.. AND RIONA PULLS PRICE IN THE WAY OF IT AGAIN! Corey crashes into his agent as Riona quickly rolls into the ring. Andrew continues to make the count, getting to 9 before Laz is able to drag himself under the bottom rope and into the ring. That's not good for the Hollywood Kid as Riona plasters him in the side of the skull with a nasty soccer punt as soon as he makes it through the ropes. Not relenting one bit even as we see that Corey's eyebrow is now busted open, Riona smashes him with 3 more boots before dropping to the mat, absolutely destroying Laz's skull with a volley of KNEE STRIKES. The crowd actually winces at this display from Riona, but that doesn't bother her one bit as she drags Laz to his feet and whips him violently into the corner so hard that Corey falls flat on his face from the force! Pulling Lazarus back up to his feet, Riona reminds him of how nasty her crops are with a couple of knife-edges to the chest before picking him up and placing him seated on the top rope. Riona follows up and leaps onto his shoulders, trying to hit a Frankensteiner off the top, but Laz manages to hold onto the top rope and stay there! Riona still is able to land on her feet in the ring, surprising Corey with a spinning EuroCut, but Riona herself is surprised as Corey takes the blow and grabs her head under his arm in a reverse Front Facelock before spinning off the top with a DIAMOND DUST! Riona bounces from the impact, and Laz makes the cover... ONE... TWO... TH-KICKOUT!

Jon McDaniel: Both of these competitors pulling out all of the stocks in order to win.

Brian Rentfro: It's Genesis, duh! Biggest show of the year, might as well go balls out!

Jon McDaniel: But what about next week?

Brian Rentfro: Worry about it next week.

Slapping the mat a bit in fustration, Corey gets back to his feet and brings Riona into the corner. Corey makes sure she stays there with a couple of nasty elbows to the face, and then props her onto the top rope. Corey signals that THIS IS IT, and goes for another Front Facelock, wanting to end this match with the SANDS OF ISHTAR! Riona reverses, however, and shoves Corey to the mat before hopping off the top rope. Rushing forward and trying to surprise Laz, Riona grabs Corey's head and makes an attempt at the 5th Round Sleeper, but Laz counters the swinging sleeper drop by swinging with her and dumping her over the top and to the apron. Laz stumbles away, secure in thinking that Riona is out of the ring, but she surprises him as she springboards off the top rope and NAILS COREY WITH THE PICUTRE OF PERFECTION AS HE TURNS AROUND!!! Corey rolls backwards into the ropes from the impact, which was dead on perfect to the face. Riona rolls to her feet and yanks Laz out of the ropes, hooking both legs as Andrew Jansen makes the count... 1-2-2.99999...KICKOUT!!! The crowd is stunned that the PoP was enough to take Laz out, but Riona doesn't waste time arguing with Jansen as she soccer kicks Corey in the ribs in order to turn him over and then locks him in the PAINKILLER OVERDOSE!!! The St. Louis crowd explodes as Riona cinches in her signiture submission, but this is another move that Corey has well scouted as he immediately starts to crawl to the ropes that prevented the PoP from finishing the match. Riona, try as she might to increase the agony that Corey is going through, can't prevent him from reaching out and grabbing ahold of the top rope with his free arm. Andrew Jansen starts to make the count for Riona to break the hold... 1... 2... 3... 4... Riona breaks the hold just before Jansen gets to five and gets in his face, screaming at him "I'VE GOT UNTIL FIVE!"

Brian Rentfro: SHE HAS TILL FIVE!

Jon McDaniel: I think she said that.

She drags Corey away from the ropes and picks him back up but Corey surprises her as he nails a European uppercut to daze her. Taking advantage of the momentary daze, Corey kicks Riona down to a knee with two kicks; one to the chest and one to the back. Corey takes a small moment to catch his breath, with the match just about at the 20 minute mark already, before he bounches off the ropes for the COMING ATTRACTIONS!! However, Riona ducks the corkscrew knee and Corey stumbles a bit as he lands oddly. Corey's back is to Riona and she IMMEDIATELY goes into action, dropping him to the mat in an attempt at the Fujiwara armbar, but Laz has the good sense to roll through and boot her in the top of the skull to get her off. Riona gets back to her feet and Corey stuns her with an elbow to the gut before he goes for COMBO #5! LOW KICK TO THE THIGH... ROUNDHOUSE TO THE RIBS... MUAY THAI KN-Riona catches the rising knee and avoids the downward elbow, using the position and momentum to pull Corey onto her shoulders. Wobbling a bit, with the match taking it's toll on her as well, Riona plants Corey down into the mat with a Death Valley Driver! Rolling over Corey, Riona slumps down onto him for the cover... ONE... TWO... THR-KICKOUT! Riona looks extremely fustrated at this, but keeps on the attack as she rolls off of Laz and climbs to the top rope. Taking a small moment to judge the distance, Riona leaps off and connects with a knee-drop right to Laz's gut that knocks the wind right out of the challenger. Riona takes her time getting back up, clearing her head from all the attacks on it in this match as Jansen starts the 10 count. Riona gets to her feet at 4, but Laz makes it to his at 7 and the two rivals meet up in the middle of the ring, exchanging forearms once more as on the outside, Gregory Price finally comes to, his appearance a disaster.

Brian Rentfro: Ha!

Jon McDaniel: This night is gonna be one Gregory Price may want to leave out of his business cards.

Brian Rentfro: I dunno. The world needs more landing pads.

Riona gets the advantage in the exchange of forearms, pushing Corey into the ropes before grabbing him with an Irish Whip. Corey ducks under the attempt of a crescent kick, but is unable to mount any offensive as Riona floors him with another massive chop to the chest! Corey gets back to his feet, and Riona puts him down onto the mat with another huge knife-edge. Corey somehow makes it back up again, but it's all for naught as Riona rushes forward and starts to hammer on him with elbows to the face and kicks to his punished left knee. Corey drops to the mat, for goos this time, and Riona doesn't relent on the punishment as she unloads with another kick to the side of the skull. There's a look of bloodlust on Riona's face as she goes crazy, sending stiff kick after stiff kick into Laz's head. Finally, this is too much for even the usually lax Jansen to allow as he pulls Riona away from Corey, who looks knocked the fuck out on the mat. Riona argues a bit with Jansen, her anger overtaking her logic, and pushes him away to go back for more as Corey gets to his knees. Seeing Riona's approach and probably knowing he can't take much more of it, Laz goes for the desperation move and yanks Riona forward and out of the ring. Unfortunately for him, Riona's reflexes save her again as she stays on the apron. Laz slowly gets to his feet as Riona waits, catching her breath a bit as well. Finally, Corey turns around as Riona springboards off the top with a flying forearm, but Corey manages to duck! Langly gets back to her feet and turns around... RIGHT INTO THE END CREDITS FROM LAZARUS! Corey can't capitalize on the attack though, as both competitors lay on the mat exhausted. Jansen restarts his count... 1... 2... 3... 4... Lazarus starts to crawl over to Riona. 5... 6... 7... 8... Corey drapes one arm over his opponent as Andrew drops to the mat. ONE... TWO... THRE...KICKOUT~!!!!!

Brian Rentfro: THANK YOU LORD!

Jon McDaniel: So you're on Riona's side now?

Brian Rentfro: Haven't you noticed, I'm always on Riona's side!

Jon McDaniel: But didn't you just say...

Brian Rentfro: Doesn't matter, this is what I'm saying NOW!

Just like the commentators at ringside, Corey looks completely astounded that she kicked out. Slamming his fist into Riona's leg out of fustration, Corey drags himself to his feet and stares down Andrew Jansen. He begins to argue, ranting and raving about how that couldn't of possibly been a two count as Riona starts to get on her feet behind him. Laz is so involved in his fustrations with Jansen that he doesn't even notice as Riona sneaks up behind him AND WRAPS HIM IN THE FULL NELSON! NO ESCAPE THIS TIME, RIONA HITS THE DETONATOR!!!!! Laz practically bounces off of Riona's knees and to the mat, looking for the world that he's completely done this time, but as Riona gets to her feet, she doesn't go for the cover. She stands there, contemplating a bit over what to do now, before she points down and snaps off another crux pose, screaming out "DEVOLUTION!!" Walking over to Lazarus, Riona drags him to a knee before making sure he's out of it by crushing his face with multiple knees to it, opening up his eyebrow even more. She forcibly shoves him into the standing headscissors and lifts him up for the move. However, Corey is able to recognize the position that he's in and squirms so much that Riona can't get her legs over his arms before he crashes his foot into Riona's face, hitting a desperate brutal heel kick to the nose, busting the bridge of it open and probably breaking it for the nth time in the last year. This does, however, have the side effect of Riona dropping Corey on the top of his head as she releases him. As Riona stumbles a bit, the blood dripping down her face, Laz gets to his feet and rushes Riona. LOW KICK TO THE THIGH... ROUNDHOUSE TO THE RIBS... MUAY THAI KNEE TO THE FACE... DOWNWARD MUAY THAI ELBOW! COMBO #5!


Brian Rentfro: Haven't you been paying attention at all? Nobody seems to get momentum for more than 3 moves before there's a reversal.

Jon McDaniel: It's a testament to these two warriors and how prepared they are for each other.

Not relishing in his combo strike, Laz immediately turns her around and gets Riona up into a Torture Rack! Blood drops down the side of her face and into her hair and down onto the mat as Corey takes pleasure in wrenching in the Rack on her. He screams out "IT'S OVER BITCH!" and goes to pull her forward into the MERCURY DRIVAH!!!! Corey spins her around for the attack... but Riona twists around and lands on her feet behind him! Corey has no time to react to this sudden change of events as Riona yanks him by his hair and pull him into a reverse front face lock before lifting up and dropping him face first into the mat with the BOMB DROPPER REMIX~! Riona immediately bounces on him and makes the cover, hooking both legs... 1... 2... 2.888888... KICKOUT~!!!!!!!!!!! The fans are screaming at this match, the epitomy of what a match at Genesis should be, as Riona slumps off of Laz, still unable to get rid of him even after hitting her old finisher. She stands up and kicks him in the ribs to turn him over onto his back in the middle of the ring before stepping over his toe and going for the PAINKILLER OVERDO-Laz rolls over almost immediately as Riona drops down, bringing his foot up and kicking her in the ribs UBER-STIFF. Laz gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, going for a lariat, but Riona counters with another crucifix attempt. The result is the same as earlier in the match with Corey rolling through, but this time Riona lets go as Corey rolls back to his feet... REALITY CHECK! Laz stumbles back into the corner, and Riona wastes no time as she charges in with a stiff Yakuza Kick! Slumping over from exhaustion, Riona pulls herself together and seats Corey on the top rope.


Jon McDaniel: Will you please pay attention to the match and not your fucking libido?

Riona climbs up after Laz and grabs a handful of black hair before bashing his face in with more nasty forearms to the face. Lazarus seems to wake up from Riona's assualt, as he stands on the top rope, exchanging forearms with Riona as both of them wobble on the top. Riona gets the advantage with a surprise headbutt, putting Laz off his momentum before pulling him into an Arm Triangle on the top rope! The crowd comes unglued as it seems like Riona will hit the Tourniquet off the top and end the match, but Corey refuses to let that happen as he pounds Riona with elbow after elbow to the back of her head, causing her to relinquish control of the facelock and almost tumble off the top and to the mat. Laz catches her, however, and pulls her forward right into A FRONT FACELOCK! Riona has no energy to fight the hold off as Corey leaps off the top rope and hits the SANDS OF ISHTAR!!!! Corey immediately makes the cover... ONE... TWO... THREEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!

* * * DING DING DING * * *


Brian Rentfro: Holy fucking shit, he finally did it!

Jon McDaniel: It took 5 attempts, but Corey Lazarus has finally shaking the Riona Langly monkey off his back with a victory here at Genesis IX.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and now Corey Lazarus joins the select few who have become PWA Grand Slam Champions.

Corey stands to his feet and accepts the PWA Intercontinental Championship as it's handed to him by Andrew Jansen. He makes her way over to the top rope and holds it high in the air as the PWA Dome, despite Corey's less than perfect reputation with the crowd, goes crazy for the new champion. In the ring, Riona Langly starts to stir and slams her fist down on the mat in disappointment, having lost her very first match in the historic PWA Dome. Getting off the top rope, Corey walks over to Riona as she stands, and the glare coming from her could melt an iceberg. Corey returns the glare with a smirk, holding up the IC Championship. Riona begrudgingly nods and holds out her hand for a handshake... Corey looks down on the hand in mirth and slaps it away... BEFORE PULLING RIONA INTO A HUG!!!

Jon McDaniel: Whew... for a minute there, I thought these two were gonna come to blows again!

Brian Rentfro: Man, is Laz sending some mixed signals or what?

Riona breaks the hug and sighs before holding up Riona's hand, he finally beat her. Corey nods and applauds Riona as she leaves the ring, leaving him to soak up his victory. Laz hefts the IC Title onto his shoulder and follows her out, as the crowd begins to chant for the both of them... "THANK YOU LANGLY, THANK YOU LAZ *CLAP CLAP CLAP*, THANK YOU LANGLY, THANK YOU LAZ *CLAP CLAP CLAP*" The ring crew rushes out and begins to clean the ring for the PWA World's Heavyweight Championship match that is next as Corey stops at the entrance of the ramp and holds up the title one more time before heading to the back.

The Phoenix vs Jamie Flynn


Eric Emerson: The following match is a No Count-Out, No Disqualification match for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing the challenger, from Seattle, Washington...

The house lights dim completely, and the subtle sound of hoof beats overtake the arena. Its an unfamiliar sound, as the music of Muse - "Knights of Cydonia" - kick up. As the intro of the song picks up its pace and the opening guitar riff comes on, a red ouroboros lights up the monitor.

# Come ride with me #
# Through the veins of history #
# I'll show you how god #
# Falls asleep on the job #

# And how can we win #
# When fools can be kings #
# Don't waste your time #
# Or time will waste you #

Eric Emerson: He is currently one half of the PWA Tag-Team champions, and won a number one contender's tournament to earn his shout here tonight. He weighs in at two hundred and five pounds.. He is.. JAMIE FLYNN!

Pyros explode at the ramp and the lights come back on. Wearing a sweater and his trademark Aviator sun glasses, Flynn emerges at the ramp with the tag belt around his shoulder. He strides down to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: The challenger, steadfast in his design here tonight. He's not playing to the crowd at all.

Brian Rentfro: He has no idea what he's in for, I can promise you that.

Hopping up the side of the ring, he pulls himself through the ropes. He removes his outerwear and glasses, and hand them along with his belt to an official at ringside. He quietly moves to his corner.

Eric Emerson: And now, the PWA Champion...From St. Louis, Missouri...The Phoenix!

The lights in the PWA Dome go out, leaving the arena in total darkness. Carl Orf's "Carmina Burna" starts to play. Thunder cracks in the arena, complete with lightning effects. Hooded men come out with torches and light more torches all along the stage and ramp area, then leave. As the music reaches a crescendo, the cry of a bird of prey fills the arena and the outline of a giant flaming bird appears above the ring. It flies down towards the stage, hitting at the entrance with an explosion. When the crowd's vision clears, a large pile of ash is where the bird was. With the lightning effects getter brighter and more frequent, a figure rises slowly out of the pile of ashes. The cry of the bird of prey is heard again and the arena lights snap on as "The Final Countdown" starts.

Phoenix heads to the ring while Jamie Flynn slides out. Phoenix climbs the ring steps, wipes his feet on the ring apron, then jumps over the top rope to stand in the middle of the ring. He takes the title belt off and holds it up, letting the boos of the crowd wash over him while Flynn re-enters the ring.

Sirus first moves to Flynn's corner and checks him for any illegal weapons. He then moves over to the Phoenix's corner and attempts to check him, but Robinson knocks his arm away. The two exchange some words, and eventually Robinson shakes his head and relents, allowing Sirus to perform his check.

Jon McDaniel: Moran doing everything by the book here.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and Robinson seems to be trying to tell him that its a no-DQ match-up. What a genius.

After spending seemingly more time than necessary, Sirus becomes satisfied that Robinson has no hidden weapon, and signals for the bell.


The two combatants carefully approach the center of the ring. The two lock up forcefully, and Flynn is quick to turn it into a side headlock. Robinson pushes him off, and then goes back to a corner to collect himself.

Jon McDaniel: Quick exchange there, and Robinson being cautious right off the bat.

After a moment they both move toward the center and lock up again. Robinson drives forward and slams Flynn into the turnbuckle. He immediately breaks off and walks to the center of the ring, throwing up both arms in a triumphant fashion as he does so.

Brian Rentfro: A lot of force on that one!

Jon McDaniel: The Phoenix is certainly quite proud of it...

Flynn scratches his nose slightly. Both again meet in the center, and again both lock up.

Jon McDaniel: Back to a lock-up position.

Robinson looks to back Flynn up again, but Flynn plants his foot and pivots, then spins and throws Robinson with an arm drag that takes him completely overhead. The crowd cheers as Phoenix collides with the mat, but he immediately rolls out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Flynn got all of Robinson on that one! Shaken up, he's already moving outside the ring to regroup.

Brian Rentfro: And why not? He's smart to not let Flynn capitalize on ANY momentum.

Robinson paces on the outside, never taking his eyes off Flynn, who is similarly locked on. Flynn makes a "come on" motion, but Robinson paces around to the other side of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Is this really necessary?

Brian Rentfro: Of course it is. All week Robinson has made it known he's going to win the cerebral war here tonight.

Finally hopping onto the apron, Robinson carefully takes his time as he moves through the ropes. First one foot.. He stops to make sure Flynn isn't charging him. Then he finishes his reentrance.

Jon McDaniel: Finally.

Carefully moving to the center, Robinson raises one arm and calls for a test of strength.

Jon McDaniel: The Phoenix wants a test of strength?

Brian Rentfro: He's got twenty-five pounds on Flynn. Its a sure win.

Flynn raises his arm and obliges, and then the two connect their other arms and begin to lean in. Robinson takes an early advantage, pushing Flynn over to a 45 degree angle. He continues to push down, and soon Flynn's shoulder is only about two feet from the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Jamie doing everything he can to keep from getting taken down here..

Brian Rentfro: Just a few more inches, Rob!

But Flynn reaches down and finds some resilience, counter-balancing and pushing back up. Soon the two are dead even once again, with Robinson starting to lean over just slightly. Just then - Flynn slides one of his feet underneath Robinson's leg and extends, pushing him over and dropping him to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: And just like that Flynn rebounds and takes Phoenix clean off his feet once more!

Brian Rentfro: What a cheap shot! They were locked in a test of strength!

Jon McDaniel: Clearly Flynn isn't being taken over by Robinson's mind games.

Robinson scrambles back up, but is immediately caught with a running knee lift that knocks him into a turnbuckle. Wasting no time with his momentum, Flynn ascends the buckle and begins to lay into Robinson with stiff right hands!

Jon McDaniel: The Crowd is all the way behind this now! Flynn accosting Phoenix with shot after shot; and now he plants both feet in his sternum, pulls down and flips Robinson overhead!

Robinson tries to roll out of the ring once again, but Flynn drops down with a quick elbow to prevent this. He grabs him by his hair and pulls him to his feet. Robinson swings with a haymaker - Flynn ducks - and then from a back waistlock takes the Phoenix up and drops him up - stops in midair - then swings him down.

Jon McDaniel: Face-first powerbomb!

Not stopping there, Flynn seamlessly stands up and performs a corkscrew senton.

Jon McDaniel: And what a feat of athleticism!

Brian Rentfro: That's all well and good, but you and I both know this match isn't going to come down to athleticism.

Jon McDaniel: What's that supposed to mean?

Brian Rentfro: Just a hunch.

Robinson pulls himself back up to his feet, and moves in with a groggy punch that Flynn blocks away, and then he begins a series of successive strikes - punch, hook, two right knees to the head - then with both arms still around Robinson's head drops with a sitout jawbreaker.

Jon McDaniel: Flynn is controlling every inch of this match-up so far. The Phoenix hasn't been able to respond with anything. Do you suppose clocking all of those hours of Skate 2 is coming back to haunt him?

Brian Rentfro: Hmph...

Flynn grabs a leg and locks it beneath his arm, as Robinson flails his other leg to keep it away.

Jon McDaniel: And just like that Flynn is looking to roll him over and put him away!

Brian Rentfro: No! Fight him off!

Robinson squirms on the mat to try and get away, but to no avail. Just as Flynn is about to latch onto the second leg, Robinson reels back and kicks him clean below the belt. The crowd roars their disapproval as Flynn doubles over.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, come on!

Brian Rentfro: Ha! Perfectly legal in this contest! Just like I said.. Flynn doesn't have the fortitude to go the distance in a match like this.

Robinson wastes no time dropping stiff knees into Flynn's gut to keep the pain there. He grabs a leg, and starts dropping into it with his elbow.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like he's going after Flynn's mobility here.

Brian Rentfro: Decisively smart. Take out those legs and he won't have to worry about any of Flynn's acrobatics.

Jon McDaniel: Robinson hooks that right leg into a grapevine, and begins wrenching away!

Flynn wrenches around in pain. Moran drops to the mat to check on him, but he says he's not tapping. He begins to move over to the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: What an idiot! Even if he makes it to the ropes, Robinson is under no obligation to break that hold!

Flynn gets to the ropes, and latches on. Sirus simply shrugs.

Brian Rentfro: See what I mean?

However, Flynn doesn't stop with the bottom rope. He grabs onto the middle one, and begins pulling himself up for leverage.

Brian Rentfro: What?!

Jon McDaniel: What resiliency! Flynn is pulling himself free fro Robinson's hold!

And indeed, Flynn gains enough leverage that Robinson is forced to relinquish his hold - but the Phoenix immediately dives for the same knee with another elbow, and Flynn collapses - rolling out and onto the arena floor.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, looks like that resiliency did him a world of good. He probably wrenched his knee so far he won't be able to make full use of it for weeks!

Jon McDaniel: And the Phoenix doesn't appear to be giving him any leeway. As Flynn is just getting up to his feet by the barricade - Robinson catapults off the top rope with a senton bomb to the outside!

Both men collapse in a heap by the outside with the crowd cheering on. They lay there for a few moments, but Robinson easily beats Flynn back up first. He grabs his opponent by the wrist and hair, and picking him up whips him fiercely into the steel steps outside the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Robinson continues to accost Flynn's leg - as he picks up the steel steps and drives them right into the knee!

Brian Rentfro: The Phoenix grabs the steps one more time - but no! Flynn kicks the steps back into his face with his other leg!

Robinson takes several steps backwards, and Flynn hobbles up to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Flynn with everything he has - he jumps up and off the ring apron with a flying thrust kick to the jaw! Even with an injured knee he pulls it off!

Brian Rentfro: Is this guy on steroids? I bet he's on steroids. Robinson should clearly have him tested immediately after this match.

Jon McDaniel: I sincerely doubt an athlete of Flynn's caliber is abusing a substance...

Brian Rentfro: Then I suggest you stop sipping his kool-aid and open your eyes.

Flynn hobbles over to Robinson who crawls away on his back. Flynn grabs him by the hair to pick him up, but Robinson reaches up with a quick eye rake, then springs up with a bull dog driving his opponent face-first into the concrete! He turns Flynn over and Sirus drops down onto the floor.



Brian Rentfro: Flynn with a shoulder just up! Very close fall, being our first attempt of the match.

Jon McDaniel: Robinson doesn't quit there. A few stops to Flynn's knee, and then he drags him by the leg to the side of the ring. He smashes the knee right into the corner of the ringpost! He grabs it - and again! A third time! Robinson attacking with fury right now!

Brian Rentfro: Grabbing Flynn up to his feet, he underhooks both arms - and takes him up and over with a release suplex! He drops to the floor to cover again!




Jon McDaniel: No! Sirus says Flynn just managed to get his shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: Bullsh*t!

In frustration, Robinson starts yelling at Moran who mostly shrugs it off.

Jon McDaniel: The Phoenix clearly unhappy with that count.

Brian Rentfro: Not only was it a terrible slow third count, its a very iffy call to say Flynn got his shoulder up right there.

Finally relenting, Robinson grabs Flynn's right leg, but leans in too far as Flynn is able to use his other leg to kick him in the face. Robinson merely shakes it off and continues to hold his right leg - but Flynn pushes off the ground and balances quickly on his left leg before springing upwards and delivering an enziguri!

Jon McDaniel: What a move! From the floor to the air in the blink of an eye!

Robinson tumbles forward and smacks his forehead against the side of the ring. He stumbles backwards off the hit, and Flynn immediately grabs him from behind and takes him over.

Jon McDaniel: German suplex! He bridges for the pin!



Brian Rentfro: Kick out!

Both men catch their breath on the floor for a moment, and rise to their almost simultaneously.

Jon McDaniel: And here we go!

Flynn delivers a punch - Robinson responds with a hook. Robinson with an uppercut - Flynn with a side kick to the inside of his leg. The two trade blows all the way to the front of the ring. Robinson grabs Flynn by the face and looks to smash it into the barricade - but Flynn plants a hand, grabs Robinson by the head, and drives it in!

Jon McDaniel: The two are brawling their way up the ramp now!

Brian Rentfro: Moran is following. He just better be there to make the count with due speed this time.

Robinson takes an advantage with a boot to the gut, then a snap suplex onto the floor. He immediately signals to the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Robinson motioning to end it right here with an Ashes onto the concrete!

Robinson grabs Flynn by the hair and sets him up...

Jon McDaniel: No! Flynn with a low blow!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT?!

Jon McDaniel: So much for not being able to meet Robinson's ruthlessness!

Brian Rentfro: That cheap bastard!

Jon McDaniel: The Phoenix on his back - Flynn looking to capitalize! He hops up onto the barricade, jumps flipping backwards with an ASAI MOONSAULT DOUBLE-STOMP!

Flynn connects right into the gut and chest of Robinson, who immediately becomes motionless. Flynn rolls over onto his side, clutching his right leg in extreme pain.

Brian Rentfro: Ha! The idiot forgot how badly his knee was worked over, and now he's paying for it!

Jon McDaniel: Not enough - he wills his way over to Robinson, and drapes an arm across! What-- Who's coming from backstage?!



Brian Rentfro: Its MOKE DOSHKY! He levels with a kick to the back of his head! The Dragon is out here as well, and Might and Magic to begin to work him over!

Jon McDaniel: What the hell?! This is a World title contest! Doesn't Robinson have any shame?

Brian Rentfro: Hey, this match is no-DQ. Robinson is just willing to do whatever it takes to keep the title from that little punk.

Sirus stands there, seemingly unsure of what to do. He begins to start back toward the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Now where the hell is he going?

Jon McDaniel: He's.. Well..

Sirus picks up "Al" at ringside and begins a conversation.

Brian Rentfro: Is he seriously looking for advice on what to do from that stuffed animal?

Jon McDaniel: That's what it looks like.

While Sirus and Al deliberate, Doshky picks up Flynn over his head and press slams right into the ground. The Dragon helps Robinson to his feet, though he can't quite support himself after having all the wind literally knocked out of him.

Jon McDaniel: This doesn't look good for Flynn. What a travesty..

Robinson shoves The Dragon away, then begins to stomp Flynn into the ground. Soon all three men are laying into him.

Brian Rentfro: Something tells me his "sharp wit" isn't going to help him now!

Jon McDaniel: No - But this might!

The fans stand to their feet as Moran charges down the rampway and levels The Dragon with a massive lariat.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell? He can't do that!

Jon McDaniel: Apparently Al thinks he can!

Doshky throws a right, but Sirus blocks and immediately hits him with a heart punch that doubles him over. He kicks The Dragon over one side of the barricade, then tosses Moke over the other.

Jon McDaniel: And Moran is cleaning house!

Brian Rentfro: It doesn't matter. The damage was done.

Robinson doesn't even bat a lash for his comrades, he grabs Flynn by the hair and starts dragging back to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: The Phoenix tosses Flynn into the side of the ring, then charges and nails a flying drop kick right to that weakened knee!

He rolls Flynn inside the ring, then hops up and enters himself. He circles Flynn like a vulture, scoops him up and plants him to the mat, dead in the center of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: ITS ~ ALL ~OVER! ITS ~ ALL ~ OVER!

As Rentfro chants at ringside, Robinson exits to the apron and walks over to the turnbuckle. He leaps up - But is almost instantly met with an elbow to the face!

Jon McDaniel: NO! Flynn has sprung to life and met Robinson on the top of the turnbuckle! Now he's laying into him with elbow after elbow!

Brian Rentfro: NO WAY!

The two exchange blows on the top of the buckle, but just as Robinson looks to be wearing he clips Flynn at his right knee and he tumbles to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Damn!

Brian Rentfro: Ha!

But no sooner does he hit the mat, than Flynn charges right back up with a knee lift to Robinson's jaw.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, come on!

Jon McDaniel: Jamie Flynn refusing to back down!

Again mounted on the turnbuckle, the two begin to trade blows again. This time, Flynn dizzies Rob long enough to hook him in the suplex position.

Jon McDaniel: Jamie Flynn could end it right here with a big top rope move!

Flynn lifts Robinson to his feet, grabs his waist, and pulls--

Brian Rentfro: NO! The Phoenix won't be brought down!

Robinson doesn't budge. Flynn tries again, but meets a similar result. Rob finally sneaks in a few gut punches, and then pushes Flynn back to the canvas again.

Brian Rentfro: Now! Hit him!

Jon McDaniel: Robinson still too groggy to fly.. AND FLYNN back up the turnbuckle!

Brian Rentfro: What the-- Oh, this is just ridiculous!

Robinson is in shock as Flynn vaults away with stiff rights and lefts. This time he doesn't even give Robinson room to breathe as he lays into him with everything he can.

Jon McDaniel: Flynn striking away with authority! He's giving it everything he has left! Wait, no!

Brian Rentfro: Robinson clips his knee again!

Jon McDaniel: Flynn stumbles back down to the mat!

Phoenix comes off the top rope with a flying elbow, trying to hit the Ashes, but Flynn rolls out of the way. Both men are laying on the mat, gathering themselves and slowly try to get up. Phoenix is up first, grabbing Flynn by the hair and pulling him to his feet, before scooping him up. Phoenix tries to pull him up for the Flame, but Flynn kicks his legs and won't go up. Phoenix tries again with the same result. With a burst of effort, Flynn straightens up and back drops Phoenix before collapsing himself.

Brian Rentfro: I was talking to Rob earlier and he said he was afraid of this, that Flynn would have all his moves scouted and be able to counter them all. He said he was working on a new finisher to try and throw him off.

Jon McDaniel: He'd better use it quick, he looks like he's running on fumes at this point!

Both men get to their feet at the same time and start to trade punches. The crowd starts to count along, but before a good chant can get started, Flynn hooks Phoenix's arm and hiptosses him. Phoenix flips through the hiptoss and hooks Flynn's arm in a half nelson. Phoenix lifts Flynn with the half nelson and bring him down hard, hitting the back of Flynn's neck on Phoenix's knee.

Brian Rentfro: There it is, Jon! He calls that "The Crying of a Million Shattered Souls, Yearning to be Free".

Jon McDaniel: You've got to be kidding.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I am. He calls it the Pink Slip.

Phoenix grabs both of Flynn's legs and pulls them back, making the pin.


Brian Rentfro: Somehow, the Phoenix pulled it off! He retains the PWA World title!

Jon McDaniel: Somehow? He had Might & Magic beat down Flynn!

Brian Rentfro: Love and war, Jon. Love and war.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL PWA World Heavyweight Champion...the Phoenix!


Jamie Flynn heads back up the ramp as Phoenix stands in the ring, confetti raining down around him, loving the crowd's boos. He briefly looks puzzled as they turn to cheers, then he sees Malicious heading to the ring. Phoenix leans over the top rope and calls for a microphone. By the time he gets it, Malicious is in the ring, facing him.

Phoenix: Look pal, you lost your match tonight. So that means, no free title shot for you. I just took care of that trash Jamie Flynn, not to mention Scottie Snow. You'll just have to take a number for an ass kicking.

Malicious just stares him down, not moving.

Phoenix: Ok, you know what? Maybe I've got a little something left after all.

Phoenix throws down the title belt and microphone and the two men charge each other. They trade lefts and rights, but Malicious is the fresh man and quickly gains the advantage. He scoops the Phoenix up and holds him in position for a fall-away slam. He tosses Phoenix up and back, but flips over with him, landing on top of the champion.

Brian Rentfro: A sault-slam?

Jon McDaniel: I haven't seen one of those since...

Malicious tears his mask off to reveal Mark McNasty standing over the fallen World Champion. He starts to pick up the Phoenix, but is stopped short when Chamelion's music starts to play. Chamelion comes running down to the ring, but rather than face off against McNasty, he motions for him to pull Phoenix to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: This is just great, everyone's trying to get their pound of flesh while Robinson is helpless!

McNasty and Chamelion get on either side of Chamelion and start to suplex him, but at the last second, Chamelion shoves Robinson away and tries to nail McNasty with the Sweet Sound of Success. McNasty backs up right into the Phoenix. McNasty drops to the mat and quickly rolls out of the ring, deciding to fight another day.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion and Phoenix are aligned?

Brian Rentfro: When you've been around as long as I have, Jon, nothing will surprise you.

Jon McDaniel: But I have been around as long as you, Brian

In the ring, Chamelion hands Phoenix the World title belt and raises the champions arm as "The Final Countdown" plays.

[Fade to black.]