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


02-28-2009


Ryan Ross vs Jacob Collins


Collins and Ross open up Rampage and intend to give a nice warm up. And Ryan starts off red hot braking a lock up and moving into rapid knees that force Collins into the corner. Letting off the knees Ross backs away taunting the crowd before sticking out a ‘thumbs up’ before charging the ropes for one last knee, but its dodged. Collins moves out of the way, and backs up shaking himself clear. Ross holds his knee but is okay as the two men circle and prepare for another lock up. This time Collins grabs the first advantage moving into an arm wrench, the only problem is that he is not all that strong enough to do much damage with a wrist lock. Ryan mocks the kick before grabbing the top rope and flipping back, twirling the arm over again and delivering a nice clothesline for the 2 count.

Ross drags Jacob off the mat and plants a northern lights suplex, getting a one count, Ross rolls it, pulling himself back to his feet and nails the second one, getting a 2 count. Ryan does the third roll and plants it again getting a two and a half. A little disappointed Ross pulls Collins up into a sleeper and tries to K.O the kid. Collins struggles but brings the hold to a vertical where he elbows himself free. Jacob spurts to the ropes and returns ducking a clothes line before rebounding again and hitting a picture perfect drop kick. Ross goes down for a 2 count.

Jacob goes to the knee and starts stomping away at it inch by inch trying to weaken it out. Collins rolls it over in a single legged Boston crab but it doesn’t stay in very long before Ross grabs the ropes. Collins keeps the hold in for a short period of time after the break before letting go and moving across the ring, Ryan moves to his feet and turns in time to see Collins rush him from across the ring, Countering, Ross bends down and launches the wrestler over head and onto the apron. Yes, Collins actually lands himself on the apron, but it’s fruitless as Ross turns and delivers a harsh rolling elbow knocking Collins to the outside.

Collins hold his head and starts making his way back to his feet, once to a full vertical he turns towards the ring ONLY TO GET HIT WITH A HEAT SEEKING MISSLE. Ross moves right back to his feet high fiving near by fans in celebration of the dive. The Ref is counting which beings Ross to bring Collins back into the ring where he sets of the dazed wrestler nailing a perfect Shi Driver! ONE TWO THREE

Winner:- Ryan Ross

John Riker vs Emperor Ian

TV Title Contendership Match


The matches starts off and they lock up. Riker starts it off with a side hammerlock. He turns it into a regular hammerlock then into a headlock. He holds the headlock for a few seconds before Ian backs him into the ropes and sends him across the ring. Riker comes back and tries to slide between Ian's legs, but Ian drops to his knees above Riker's chest and starts hammering his face. The ref warns him and when he looks Riker kicks him in the back and he falls off. Riker picks him up, whips him into ropes. Riker bends over and hits a back body drop. Riker turns around and tries for a quick leg drop, but Ian rolls and he lands hard. Ian runs into the ropes, comes back and sit-out dropkicks Riker in the face and he falls back. Ian hooks the leg. 1.. 2..kick. While he's still down Ian runs into the and climbs up to the second rope. He sets up for a back elbow drop or something but Riker jumps up and charges Ian. He hits him in the back and Ian falls on the ropes. Riker gets Ian up on his shoulders and falls back for a belly-to-back type suplex. Riker goes for a pin. 1... shoulder-up. Riker picks him up and sets him up for a power bomb. He tries for the power bomb but only gets him half way up. Ian kicks and comes back down, the back-body drops Riker who, in turn, holds on and goes for a sunset flip. Ian counters by dropping to his knees again for an axe-handle to Riker's face but Riker hits him in the groin as he drop. Ian's knees buckle and Riker pulls him into the sunset flip anyway. 1...2...shoulder! Riker stands and lifts Ian up and whips him into the ropes. Riker bends over for the back-body drop but the Ian comes back and kicks him in the face. Ian whips him into the ropes. As Riker comes back Ian tries to gorilla press him but Riker kicks and comes down behind him but before his feet hit the mat Ian grabs his head and brings him down in a front neck breaker. He tries for the pin. 1...2...thr-KICK! Riker barely gets the kick. Riker starts to get up but Ian pulls him up and DDTs him. Ian goes out onto the apron. He springs off the second, over the top, and leg drops Riker. He picks Riker up and whips him but Riker reverses it. Ian comes back and Riker tries to press him up. Ian kicks, comes down behind him and kicks him in the back of the knee from behind. Riker bends over and Ian grabs him and hits The Imperial Conquest. Ian makes the cover. 1...2..3!

Winner: Emperor Ian

The Challenge V.3?


Jon McDaniel: Next up, folks, we have the current PWA Intercontinental Champion, Corey Lazarus, going up against Sh...

Jon is quickly interrupted as Nightwish's "Planet Hell" kicks on the sound system, going right for the first verse instead of the orchestral intro as Riona Langly storms out of the entrance ramp. She's already dressed for her match with Vitaly Petrov later in the evening, and she's carrying a mic in her back pocket.

Brian Rentfro: Well... Crap. Alright, someone get me a pillow, we may be out here for a little bit.

Riona slides into the ring and motions for Eric Emerson to leave the ring. Seeing how angry that Riona looks at the moment, Emerson takes a second to consider his options before rolling out of the ring. Riona taps the end of the mic to make sure it's working, and then brings it up to her face.

Riona: "Payback... is a bitch, isn't it Rob? I said last week that I would pay you back for that chair shot all the way back before Genesis, and I know you knew that I'd collect on the payment. But, I bet that you didn't think that I would collect on that shot so soon, right? You thought you had weeks, maybe even months, before I would go after you again. Um... DUH. Still, as I alluded to earlier this week... that chair shot? Totally the first salvo in my war against you."

"The PWA World Championship... is festering on your shoulder. It's dying, and you cannot save it Rob. That's because, well, you're the problem. You haven't won or defended that title by being the best wrestler, you've won by being the one that works the least for the bigger gain. You won the Dome of Destruction by putting all the chess pieces exactly where you needed them and by your luck, you managed to have that little plan of yours come to fruition precisely how you wanted it. At Genesis IX, you used your connections with Might & Magic and the No-DQ rules to your advantage by having Jamie so beat up that he should have been easy pickings. It's a testament to him that he lasted as long as he did against you against those sort of odds."

Riona visibly sighs as she turns towards the entrance ramp.

Riona: "So, the point is that my mission is to liberate that World Championship from your control and put it around the waist of someone who gives a damn about the traditions that the title represents. Someone that will represent this company with pride around the world. Someone who is the best WRESTLER in the PWA, not just the best planner. And Rob... you're not going to be able to get rid of me. You can say talk all you want about how I don't deserve a shot based on your two victories over me. But Robbie, you've NEVER once beaten me cleanly. The Dome? No-DQ. Unsanctioned? No-DQ. You've never proven yourself to be a better wrestler than me, just that you can use weapons better than me. That's no basis to be World Champion if you ask me."

"But I know you Rob. I know that you're a pussy. I know you'll hide behind your desk and hope that Mark will save you from what is to come. Fine, do that. But know that I will not rest until I get my shot. I will continue my war against you until you lose that title, or until I get my shot to take it from you. And as I told Jamie... I'm a patient person. I can war against you for a very long time. The question I'm asking is this Rob... How patient are you? Can you handle a war of attrition? I guess we're going to find out..."

Riona hands the mic back over to Eric Emerson, but as she goes to leave the ring, ‘Voices’ again reflects through out the arena, and Chamelion steps onto the stage.

Chamelion: Ya know, Riona… you could have just come talk to me. I mean, I’m not going to waste time on this, but Phoenix told me he was hoping it would be you at Genesis, to be honest… because he feels much more confident in a match against you then he did with Flynn… which, reflecting on things, the irony of that is rather amusing. So, ya know… you really don’t have to hunt the guy down… since I know he wanted you at Genesis… and you want to face him, it would seem prudent to just go ahead and do that… so, at Who’s The Man, you got your shot… and that’s pretty much it.

Chamelion just shrugs and walks back behind the stage, and Riona stands there, stunned… but then smiles.

Brian Rentfro: So, it’s official! The Phoenix will defend his world title against Riona Langly at Who’s The Man!? Yay! Chick fight!

Jon McDaniel: Did you just call our boss, a chick!?

Brian Rentfro: Baby birds, Jon, Baby birds!

Jon McDaniel: You, are so weird!

Corey Lazarus vs Shadow Starr

Singles Match


Lazarus looks rather focused on shadow as he comes out and starts taunting the crowd on the top turnbuckle. Before Shadow knows what hits him L.A.Z grabs the mid carder by the helm of his pants and trashes him from the second the rope to the matting. Shadow has the wind knocked out of him and is quickly mounted with harsh firsts flying down upon shadows face. The ref gets Lazarus off the wrestler as he moves his way back to the feet with a slightly bloody nose. Lazarus moves passed the ref who calls the bell finally and walks into a Shadow who is now focused. Shadow backs off Lazarus with a few toe kicks, the last one is caught but Shadow enzuguris the IC champion to the matting. Corey drops, but moves back to his feet into a lock up from the former CTC champion. Shadow twirls into a side head wrenching the head tight. Corey mounts a quick offensive elbowing the chest of Shadow multiple times breaking free.

Lazarus twirls hitting the back of shadows legs with a kick and knocking him to his knees following up with a hard knee to the face. Shadow falls back and finds himself in a bad way as Lazarus mounts over his chest with more knees to the skull, over and over again. Lazarus starts bringing down elbows as well the skull is rattled and knocked around. The ref quickly realizes the shadow is in danger and quickly brings Lazarus off the star and quickly checks for the health of competitor. The ref quickly stands up and signals for the bell, shadow has been knocked clean out.

A Word with Jethro


The camera is turned on and in front of it stands Bud Adams, reporter for the Pioneer Wrestling Association. He stands with Jethro Hayes, Television Title around his waist. In the background, people scurry about making sure the show runs as smoothly as it possibly can run

Bud Adams: "Jethro, why did you come out and challenge The Phoenix to a title match?"

Jethro: "Bud, I think it is obvious. You have a knack for getting right to the point of the matter, but this point has already been made. Phoenix as a World Champion is a scam. There is no way possible that he can defend that belt in a fair match."

Bud: "He isn't known for fighting fair."

Jethro: "Exactly Bud, that is my point. In a fair match, Jamie Flynn would have walked away with that title. Phoenix is proud of his victory, not many people can say they have defeated Jamie Flynn, but the victory was tainted."

Bud: "But what makes you think you deserve a title shot?"

Jethro: "Because I have defeated former champions and championship contenders."

Bud: "But you are the Television Champion, and after three successful defenses, you are guaranteed a World Title shot."

Jethro looks into the camera.

Jethro: "But those two in Chamelion and Phoenix see fit to not allow me a chance to defend my belt one time, let alone three times. Want to know why Bud?"

Bud nods, he wants to know and we all do.

Jethro: "Because they know that after the first defense, there are only two more opportunities for them to screw the fans over. Then after a second defense, only one chance remains. Jethro is on a roll and it isn't cockiness, but me responding to the fans that has gotten me here. They want me at the top and I believe I am ready."

Bud: "But how exactly are they holding you back?"

Jethro: "Chamelion is booking the matches and running the PWA. Phoenix is running the Main Event. I can't book the matches, that is their job. The matches are being booked, but there is not a single one so far that has been a Television Title defense. Chamelion can see fit to defend his own belt, then why can't I?"

Bud nods, this big guy is making some sense.

Bud: "What do you think about the team of Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins? The group calling themselves G.O.D.?"

Jethro chuckles, that belly rolling laughter.

Jethro: "I think they are great guys on their own and not messing with something they don't understand. They claim to know facts and claim to be intelligent beyond anyone here in the PWA. But old dummy Jethro refuted their facts stating exact dates and what happened there. So, for some, (quotation marks from Jethro) G.O.Ds, they aren't on the intellectual level of higher powers. Old Phoenix there has more smarts than them because he is cunning enough to be a champion, and the World Champion at that. Those two... nothing"

Bud: "But Jethro, how do you remember these things?"

Jethro: "Well, the main thing is I was there and know because of that fact."

Bud: "But so as Hunter and he was mistaken."

Jethro: "No accounting for taste there Bud. Like I said, I like Hunter just fine. I like Jacob even better. But if they are going to walk down the path of enlightenment, they might want to check for potholes in the road."

Bud: "Jethro, how do you feel about your match tonight?"

Jethro seems to think about it for a moment.

Jethro: "I feel it is going to be one of my biggest challenges to date. I had a tough match last week against Enika and this week with a wily veteran, it isn't going to be any easier. I'm not taking away from Phoenix's wrestling talent, but I think I am really going to have to try and figure out his mental game. And as everyone says when they face me, I am no Albert Einstein. I never claimed to be and that is why this match is going to be so darn tough. But one of the main reasons I'm not extremely upset at this not being a title match, is because I've been scared before. I know he is scared, I'd be scared too of losing a title belt of that quality. But as he pointed out he is a five time World Champion, so he knows how to lose and regain the belt. I'm standing up to fight for all the underdogs, no cape, no superhero music, but just me, Jethro Hayes. If anyone wants to stand and fight with me, let them do it, if not, then I've stood alone before and guess I will have to do it again. Phoenix, I'm coming for you and the Jethro Hayes Express is pulling into a match with you."

Jethro holds up his right hand at a ninety degree angle and pulls down.

Jethro: "Choo choo."

Riona Langly vs Vitaly Petrov


The two combatants enter the ring, and go into a grapple. Riona whips him into the ropes and clotheslines him down. She stomps him a few times, then picks him up. He grabs Vitaly for a lockup, but Petrov grabs her hand and turns it into a hammerlock. Petrov kicks her in the stomach and she buckles. Petrov hits the ropes and gets a spinning neck breaker on Riona. Petrov picks her up and kicks her in the stomach again. He hits the ropes and then a sunset flip. 1... kick. Riona rolls back, jumps up and rushes Petrov, shoulder blocking him before he can move. Riona picks him up and scoop slams him. She picks him up and tries for a gorilla press, but Petrov kicks out and lands behind her. Petrov gets her in a headlock. Riona slams her elbow into Petrov’s stomach and as he bends over, she rolls him over for the pin. 1... 2... kick! Riona grabs Petrov and heaves him up for a power bomb. She tries for a pin... 1... 2... shoulder up! Almost 3. Riona is pissed. She picks him up and goes for a gorilla press and again, Petrov kicks out and kicks her in the stomach. Riona grabs her stomach and Petrov pulls her legs out, landing Riona in a face slam. Riona starts to climb to her hands and knees. Petrov runs into the corner and jumps up onto the second rope, jumps back and turns around in mid air. He leg drops Riona's face back onto the mat. He gets up and climbs up top again. Riona also gets up and shakes the ropes, causing Petrov to fall onto his groin. Riona grabs him and gorilla presses him off the top almost across the ring. She walks over to Petrov and picks him up. Petrov kicks Riona in the ribs several times and continues holding her head. Petrov backs up into a turnbuckle and climbs up. He tries for the tornado DDT and again Riona doesn't side steps him. This time she heaves him up for a Northern Lights suplex. Petrov spins and lands on his feet and plants Riona with a swinging DDT, but Riona circles around and reverses into another Northern Lights suplex. As Petrov pulls himself up, Riona stalks up behind him and nails the Detonator! 1-2-3!

Winner: Riona Langly

Viktor Stone vs Enika Engel


The opening guitar riff to "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin cuts in, which cues a few swirling pink lights from the stage - no pyro's, no bullshit. At the eleven-second break mark, Enika Engel steps out from behind the curtain to something of a 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: What makes this match one to watch isn’t really the people in the match, but the people who they will come out with.

Brian Rentfro: Well, on the radio show, Corey said he wasn’t ready to deal with Thunderwolf just yet, but I doubt he is gonna let Stone walk into the lion’s den by himself.

Jon McDaniel: Well, we are about to find out!

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... 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 leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Stone is all alone in this…

The crowd almost jumps to their feet as the reigning IC Champion starts to make his way down to the ring. The two Controlled Violence members nod at each other as Corey stands on Viktor’s side of the ring.

*DING, DING*

Jumping the bell, Enika tries to Pearl Harbor “The Beast” with an Avalanche Splash, only for Stone to spryly dodge. In the corner, Stone unleashes a flurry of chops, slicing layers of skin off Enika's chest. A Roaring Elbow follows, almost sending Enika flying back over the buckles, but Stone catches her legs, and pulls her onto his shoulders. Spinning back towards the center of the ring, Stone drives Enika down with a Sit-Out Power bomb.

Brian Rentfro: And right out of the gate, Stone isn’t playing any games.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!!

Hooking around under the raised shoulder, Stone locks in an Anaconda Vice, heaving Enika up, before using the grip to fling her down into a Backbreaker. Stone pushes Enika off his knee as Thunderwolf pounds the mat for her to get up. On the other side of the ring, Corey smiles at his partner’s handiwork. Stone pulls Engel up by her head and flings her to the ropes. Stone goes for the back body drop, but Enika stops on a dime and starts to fire kicks at the former MMA fighter.

Jon McDaniel: That was the break that Enika needed as she is using those educated feet to bring “The Beast” down to his knees.

Brian Rentfro: A position normally handled by Dustin, I bet.

Enika flips Stone over with a Snap mare, then goes to town with kicks to the spine, neck, and the back of his head. With Stone's eyes glazing over, Engel flings herself into the ropes, scoring with a Dropkick to the face. Pointing to the top turnbuckle, Engel gets the crowd and Dustin buzzing. After climbing the turnbuckle, she perches, lining up with her rising opponent, then launches off with a Flying cross body... but at the last minute Stone connects with a flipping dropkick! With Enika down, Stone springs up and scores with an Elbow Drop, then scrambles up for another, and another, all the way to nine, Great Mutah style Elbow Drop completes the ten.

Jon McDaniel: That’s a nod to the time Stone spent in Japan.

Brian Rentfro: Well instead of a nod, Stone should be going for the pin.

As a groggy Enika pulls herself up, Stone goes to take her over with a Gut wrench Suplex, only for Enika to flip through onto her feet. A pair of hard forearms keep Stone in control, and Enika is whipped into the ropes. Stepping into the move, Stone lifts Enika into a Tilt-a-Whirl, only for Enika to spin through and drag the Beast down into a bulldog. Enika rolls over and slaps on a leg lock. She yanks back on the hold as Stone's fingers tickle the bottom rope for the break.

Jon McDaniel: This is what Enika needs to do, keep Stone from using his size and power to edge out a win.

Brian Rentfro: Using submissions on a man who is well versed in submissions, not a smart move.

Enika releases, and right away pulls Stone back towards the middle of the ring, then locks in another leg lock. Spinning through, Enika transitions into a knee lock, before releasing her grip to send a trio of knees down into the ribs of Stone. She Yanks Stone up by his arm into a Hammerlock, Enika guides him up, before leaping forward, driving her knees into his shoulder and arm as he crashes face first into the mat. She quickly rolls Stone over for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Stone quickly shoots the free arm up and grabs the bottom rope, forcing Enika off of him. Enika rams a elbow into Stone’s face before getting off of him at the ref’s request. As she reaches down to pick Stone up, Viktor quickly catches her in the eye with his thumb. Enika stumbles back as Stone rolls up on his knees. Enika tries to get the vision back in her eye. As she finally gets the vision back in her eye, she is nearly folds in half by a vicious spear from Stone. Viktor stands ups and grabs Enika by the hair while looking at Dustin. He says something to Thunderwolf before slamming an elbow into Engel’s face.

Jon McDaniel: That was a very stiff shot from the Beast.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, but you can see him wincing from pain, from that move he took earlier

A wincing Stone shakes his arms, to get the blood flowing before firing another shot to Enika’s face. Stone flings Enika into the corner and watches her as she bounces out of the corner and right into a belly to belly suplex.

Corey Lazarus: One more time, Vik.

Stone nods and lifts Enika up and wraps her up for one more suplex. But instead of throwing her to the mat, Viktor aims for the corner before launching her into the air. Dustin winces as he watches Enika crash into the turnbuckle. Enika rolls out of the ring into the arms of Dustin, who is trying to give her some time to recover. Stone rolls out of the ring and stares at Dustin, who pushes Enika behind him.

Thunderwolf: Watch yourself…you’re best bet is to walk over to your friend and have him tell you just what I can do when pissed off.

Stone starts to walk over towards Dustin, but is stopped by the sound of Corey Lazarus yelling at him.

Corey Lazarus: Let him be, Vik!!!

Viktor just smiles and rolls back into the ring and waits for Dustin to get Enika back in.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think Stone wants to get into it with a legend like Thunderwolf.

Brian Rentfro: At this point and time, I don’t think that Stone really cares.

Enika rolls back into the ring and Stone allows her to get to her feet. The two circle each other before locking up in the middle of the ring. Stone pushes Enika back and reels off a vicious series of knife-edge chops to her already reddened chest. As his own hand starts to sting, Stone lands a final chop to straighten Enika up...ENZIGURI to the back of the head! As Enika tumbles down to the mat, Stone lands on his tweaked shoulder, forcing him to grimace at the pain shooting through his shoulder joint.

Jon McDaniel: And even with a nice combination of moves, that shoulder puts Stone at risk.

Stone shakes his shoulder again, trying to regain some more blood flow as he stands up. Enika pulls herself up using the ropes as she holds the back of her head with her free hand. Stone grabs Enika and locks up with her before pushing her back into the corner. At almost the last minute, Engel drops down, causing Stone to go shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Enika rolls through and ends up behind Stone. She measures up and nails a brutal Yakuza kick right into the tweaked shoulder of Stone. Stone grinds his teeth as his body slumps over the turnbuckle. Dustin cheers her on, as she steps back. The ref checks on Stone as Enika runs full speed at Stone’s back. She jumps over Stone, grabbing his hurt arm, yanking it down against the ropes as she lands feet first on the outside. Stone snaps back off the ropes hitting the mat hard.

Jon McDaniel: And you can say goodbye to that shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: Now what is he going to do on those lonely nights.

Enika slides back into the ring and starts to put boots to the shoulder of “The Beast”. Enika leaps in the air and lands knee first on the shoulder. Enika steps back allowing Stone to get to one knee. She rushes in and fires a row of kicks to his shoulder, before the former TV champ pushes her back. Stone tries lunging at the rushing Enika, who quickly wraps him up in a school boy for a pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO..

THR-NO!

Just as the hand is about to come down, Stone grabs Enika's arm and rolls his shoulder up. Kneeling, a scowling Stone rubs his shoulder which Enika did her best to try and separate, oozing with spite. Enika is quickly back on the attack and goes for an Irish whip, but Stone reverses, yanking Enika towards his good arm.

Jon McDaniel: SHORT ARM LARIAT!!!

The limp Enika doesn't flip completely over, instead landing on the back of her neck, channeling the weight of her crumpling body.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!!

Stone slowly gets back to his feet and leans against the ropes. You can see the pain from his shoulder bothering him. Enika is up as well and ducks the wild swing by Stone. Using her speed, Enika nails a dropkick to Stone’s knees. Enika runs to the ropes and springboards off with a moonsault. As she flips off, Stone catches her on his shoulder. To keep from feeling any more pain, he flips her down into a dragon sleeper. Enika tries to get him to let go by firing shots at his shoulder..

Jon McDaniel: I think Stone has had enough of this and wants to end this.

Brian Rentfro: I think he better or add another lose to his growing streak.

Corey starts to bang the apron as Stone locks in that dragon sleeper in tight. He stands up fully, making Enika arch her back as far as possible. He lifts and falls back. As he does so, he drives his knees into Enika’s back.

BODY BAG BITCHES!!!!!.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

"Away" blasts out around the arena once more as Stone reminds the referee which arm it would be a BAD idea to rise. Dustin rolls into the ring and checks on Enika as Corey cheers for his teammate. The ref lets go of Stone’s hand and he beats his chest before thrusting it back in the air.

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner... VIKTOR STONE!!!

Viktor takes a glance back at the motionless Enika as he slides through the ropes to the outside by Lazarus. Corey smiles at Thunderwolf, who is staring a hole through him from inside the ring. Corey mouths the words “Soon, Dustin…soon” as he and Stone turn around and make their way up the ramp way.

Wolf checks Enika's neck for any injuries, knowing better than to make it seem like he's too focused on her. She brushes him away, mouthing "I'm a big girl, Dustin." Wolf just smiles and gives her a kiss. They begin to walk up the ramp, backs to the ring. As they move backstage, the cameras follow and the fans are shocked to see Lazarus return, with Price in tow as they come up behind Dustin, and Lazarus rushes up behind him, kicking the back of his bad knee to bring him down. Laz quickly puts the boots to his skull, slamming his forehead into the steel of the backside of the entrance ramp.

Jon McDaniel: Anything to get ahead, I suppose.

Brian Rentfro: What are you talking about?! Laz is merely reminding Dustin to watch his back. It's like in the old Pink Panther movies, when Inspector Cousteau would have his assistant attack him at every opportune moment to strengthen his reflexes!

Price holds Enika back, absorbing right after right to the back of his head. Stone runs up to the fracas and helps his Controlled Violence partner out, the two of them booting Dustin in the head over and over again.

Jon McDaniel: Now THIS is just a gang beat down!

Corey mutters something to his partner, and Viktor drags Wolf to his feet, lifting him up for a power bomb. As Laz goes to grab Wolf’s jaw, Raizzor appears out of no where, to the roar of the crowd, as he boots Lazarus in the face, knocking him down. Stone drops Wolf, shocked, and is spun around and lifted high in the air, and Raizzor crashes Stone to the floor with a devastating choke slam!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor! Saving Thunderwolf!!!????

Brian Rentfro: I’d say it’s more at getting vengeance on Stone for taking him out of the WTM Tourney last week!

Raizzor then whips his head around, glaring at Price, who releases Enika and dashes off. Security finally arrives, and gets between Lazarus and Stone, who are dragging themselves away, looking very pissed off. Enika rushes to Dustin, checking on him and Security joins in to see to his well fare. Meanwhile, Raizzor heads down the same hallways that Lazarus and Stone went, stalking Stone.

Jon McDaniel: Security helps Dustin up...BUT WOLF'S REFUSING SECURITY!!

Wolf throws a few wild punches, visibly dazed, and knocks one of the security guards down by doing so. He seems to clear his head as he glares down the same hallway, and then rushes past Raizzor.

Brian Rentfro: And he may want more!

Jamie Flynn vs Jacob Figgins

WTM Semi-Finals


After Figgins has entered the ring, ‘Voices’ hits the arena speakers and Chamelion walks out onto the stage, mic in hand, looking none too pleased.

Chamelion: Ya know, this tournament is one of the major crown jewels of the PWA. Along with Genesis, Summer Sizzler, Rumble in the Bronx, its pretty much a staple of what the PWA Is all about.. and to win this, to be declared the Franchise of the PWA for a year, is a great honor… so, it pains me to see even one match in this tournament fail to happen… but I guess my brother Raizzor gets to take some credit of ending Flynn’s PWA career by causing enough injuries to put him in the hospital, and pretty much removing him from any competition here tonight. Normally, I would choose a new opponent for Figgins, but I think it will be much more fun to see this newly … formed G.O.D. implode from the very beginning… Cause Figgy, you get the advance… and if good ol Sullivan makes it past McNasty in the next match, I foresee that very thing happening… so, ref… give Figgins the win, as a count out!

The ref rings the bell, counts to ten and then calls for the bell again.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, by count out, Jacob Figgins!

Figgins gets his hand raised, with a smile on his face, knowing he’s advancing to the finals at the PPV.

Mark McNasty vs Hunter Sullivan


The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Atlanta, Gerogia. Weighting in at 255, and standing at 6 foot 3 inches,

Two blue Pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back.

Eric Emerson: He's "The Main Event."

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience.

Eric Emerson: MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp. He slaps hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left, then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and Pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the Pyros stop, Mark makes his way to his corner as the music fades.

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

"The following match up is a semi finalist found of the WHO’S THE MAN TOURNAMENT, scheduled for one fall, This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only with a count out, Disqualification, a three count, or Submission. 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 towards mark who stands right across the ring from him. *

DING DING DING

Hunter and Nasty quickly shift in on each other locking up. Hunter gains the first advantage, breaking away the arms and moving behind in a reverse waist lock. Hunter tries to lift up in seemingly a German, but Nasty fights it keeping his base before performing a standing switch into his own reverse waist lock. Nasty's leg was planted between Hunter’s legs and proved as a breaking point as Hunter grabs it and trips the Malicious one flat to his back. Hunter twirls with the foot in hand kicking the thigh merely once before McNasty kicks his assaulter away. Hunter stands back and allows the former PWA champion to his feet in time to accept another lock up. McNasty gains the first upper hand twirling the arm of his opponent into a wrench. Nasty twirls back in a reverse wrist lock, holding the arm over the technical stars head. Hunter leans back more and more until he is in a bridge. Hunter smirks dropping back and nipping back to his feet, Nasty frowns before sweeping Hunter back down, Hunter Nips right back up! Sullivan toe kicks Nasty and twirls out of the wrench into his own where he quickly Sweeps nasty to the mat as he was himself moments before.

Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter turns that around and puts himself into the tactical advantage, proving ever more he is a great chain wrestler.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Nasty wont lay down and let Hunter walk all over him here tonight, he has a date with rob and he plans to arrive on time.”

Hunter looks down with a grin, but gets one back as Nasty nips up to hi- Hunter kicks him on the way up! Nasty land back on the mat looking up in slight disgust, opting fir another counter, rolling back to his feet and pushing himself up, whipping Hunter across the ring harshly. Hunter returns and base ball slides under a kick, pushing himself to his feet. Nasty turns into a chop, but retorts with a thick chop of his own backing him into the ropes, brawling being Hunters weak point doesn’t fair well, getting pushed into the ropes where he is whipped across the ring once again. Hunter hits the ropes and returns to a hip toss planting him firmly on the mat, with the slam however, Nasty cartwheels ending up in front of a sitting hunt Hunter who nails his with a drop kick. Hunter falls back and hits his head off the matting. Nasty makes a quick cover and gets one and a half before Hunter shoots his arm up.

Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter losing in that little exchange, feeling the brutality of McNasty.”

Brian Rentfro: “ he’ll get himself back into form here in a moment, after watching the iron man between him and Chamelion, I can be certain that he can stand more.”

McNasty brings Hunter up to his feet and drive in a hard nee before pushing him into the ropes, delivering a few back elbows until the Viper falls to the lower ropes. Once there Nasty insults the star by wiping his boot in Hunters face. Taunting out to the fans, Nasty gets a nice response, responding in kind by shooting for the ropes, returning with a boo- Hunter avoids it. Sullivan shifts himself outside the ring, avoiding the boot, But Nasty doesn’t let up and sends in chase. Hunter stands ready as nasty charges falling in a drop toe hold face first into the steel steps at ring side. A large clang echoes throughout the arena as McNasty hold his face on the matting. Sullivan brings Mark back to his feet rushing him into the barricade. Mark holds his back and staggers forward into Hunter who rolls him into the ring.

Jon: “Hunter gaining back a quick advantage as he drops Nasty harsh on the steel steps.”

Brian Rentfro: “ And the actions back into the ring, lets see where things go from here.”

Sullivan picks McNasty back up to his feet, suddenly taking his chance to gain an offence, Hunter takes repeated elbows to McNasty’s lower back. They are seemingly shrugged off as The former PWA champ turns around and shoves Hunter back and then to the canvas. Sullivan rolls with it again moving to his feet, McNasty tries another charge, wishing to connect with the elbow this time. Again it fails as Hunter drops nailing a perfect dropkick to Mark’s knee. McNasty falls hard crashing to the mat. Hunter returns to his well known style of The Viper, aiming on the leg with stomps, each one taking its mark. (pun intended) They, however, seem ignored by the man pushing himself to his feet. Sullivan repeats his attack hitting kicks to the calf, but he soon let up, and headed to the ropes. On the return Hunter dived down for a knee clip, the shot brings Mark to his knee but he regains his vertical soon. Sullivan scoffs and returns to the ropes making another attempt, only to be cut off by the big boot!

Brian Rentfro: “ Mark playing the part of the immovable object here as he fights off the assaults and drops the Viper.”

Jon McDaniel: “ Back and forth action here in this match so far, its hard to know who will be heading to the PPV in the finals.”
Sullivan holds his face and rolls from the ring. McNasty doesn’t follow this time but watches as the ref moves to the ropes telling the wrestler to return to the ring. The fans boo at his ring escape. Hunter cares not as he walks around shaking his head clear, McNasty is ready for his return moving away from the ropes allowing him a way back in. Sullivan looks serious as he re-enters the ring moving around in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: “ Nasty learns from his previous mistake and allows Hunter room to return, perhaps a little cocky.”

McNasty moves in again, Sullivan meets him, the match getting its first taste of a calmer McNasty, now thinking out his moves with his opponent. Hunter and Mark go for the lock up center ring, McNasty powers a quick advantage. The advantage however, was clearly noted, as the first spurt of power was responded to with a Judo hip toss. The move allotted Hunter to take the man down to the mat, shoulders flat. The fans were impressed with the maneuver, McNasty a little surprised, finds himself in a side headlock. A tad bit angry, Mark push’s off the man with a rugged roll and returns to his feet. Sullivan knows to keep up on the competitor, and quickly grabs McNasty on his feet in a front face lock. Trying to suck the life out of his opponent, Hunter pulls his forearm up into the throat.
Brian Rentfro: “ Quite the rough Front face lock Hunter has applied, keeping McNasty at bay.”

Jon McDaniel: “ I agree, lets see how he responds.”

Mark reacts fast and pushes The Viper violently into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold on ref’s orders. Hunter lets out slowly respecting the clean break momentarily. Mark doesn’t do as much, and to the forgiveness of the fans let forward a punch attempt. The shot misses and Sullivan moves out behind his opponent grabbing in a reverse waist lock. McNasty fights for a clean opportunity to pull apart the arms and switch around and gain his own wristlock. He succeeds bring himself up behind the Viper, Hunter widens his base knowing that a man like Nasty can be very dangerous in this position. Hunter pries his arm under McNasty’s arms and grabs The Malicious one by the wrist breaking out and pushing to the side and back, pulling him into a hammerlock. The technical star quickly tries to cut his opponent down to size pushing his foot into the man’s already assaulted knee. The boot brings McNasty down to his knee, letting The Viper get a leverage advantage.

Jon McDaniel: “ Hunters a smart wrestler, no wonder he wanted McNasty to come into this match with a clear mind.”

Brian Rentfro: “ is anyone faces Hunter with anything less then their best, they are simply going to lose, if Nasty never realized that before tonight, Sullivan is introducing him to that fact now.”

Mark fights the hammerlock reaching out for the ropes but they are too far, turning to his second resort, grabbing Hunter by the head, snapmareing him over head to the mat in front of him. McNasty quickly capitalizes grabbing Sullivan by the chin and bringing up his knee, pulling him into a chin lock. The fans cheer quickly after supporting their man. Some more just cheer the idea of seeing Hunter get beat. The hold is held tight, Sullivan tries to place his boot on the rope, inching a little closer and closer towards the ropes. McNasty, however, pulls the man away getting center ring, resounding another positive cheer. The Viper takes another route shifting side to side, fighting off the knee enough to attempt a vertical. It’s successful and Hunter starts bringing both men to their feet. Sullivan grabs the arm on his chin and twirls brining the larger man to an arm wrench. Mark smirks and starts to un-twist the arm, strength alone. Sullivan looks flabbergasted as he sends in a knee shot, gaining his advantage back. McNasty starts again, only for a kick to the back of the leg to drop him to a knee. Hunter contorts the arm a little move before a third attempt is made, Sullivan bringing a knee up into the elbow of the arm this time to stop it.
Jon:’ wow, Nasty really trying to embarrass Hunter almost, using power alone to try and get out of the hold.”

Brian Rentfro: “ the embarrassing part is that it was working until Hunter mounted a counter.”
Feeling the irritation of the move, Mark pulls and whips The Viper across the ring instead. Hunter hits the rebound and returns into a bent over McNasty, soon finding himself launched HIGH into the air, hitting the mat in high impact.

Jon McDaniel: “ NICE, great elevation on that back drop.”

The crowd chant wildly as McNasty immediately moves in on Sullivan's knee, ‘Malicious’ McNasty stomping on it, almost reveling in The Viper's gasps. McNasty takes it cautiously for the moment.. McNasty stomped the knee again, taking a breath and stepping back, taunting Hunter to get to his feet. Hunter responds to McNasty, slowly pulling himself up, unsure whether to hold his knee or back. McNasty laughs but suddenly, dashes forward a bit, Hunter Sullivan quickly getting into defensive position, but McNasty backs off to the corner, laughing, obviously having just been faking his opponent out. Hunter looks to McNasty for a moment, then nods, quickly running forward and taking McNasty by surprise. Hunter knocks McNasty down with a charge and forces him to roll out under the ropes to regain himself. Finally, McNasty rolls back into the ring, but is met with a stomp to the back of the head by Sullivan. McNasty rolls to the left, quickly scrambling to his feet and charging, knocking Sullivan down with a hard shoulder tackle.

Jon McDaniel: “ Nasty showing Hunter a thing or two here in this match.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Hunter is in need to grab back an advantage.”

Hunter slowly moves to his feet and finds himself on the bad end of a LIGHTS OUT!! Hunter is down and Nasty makes the cover, one, two, KICK OUT. Hunter looks knocked out but he kicks out of the stiff shot, forcing a look of ‘wtf’ Out of Mark. In response to this Mark drags Hunter to his feet and places him into the corner sending in a few more back elbows before hooking Sullivan by the Neck and Switching places with the star. Mark crawls backwards up the ropes before twirling with a DD- face plant! Hunter counters with a harsh face buster, causing Nasty to scramble on the mat holding his face. Sullivan gets up and mounts the back of McNasty grabbing him in a half nelson, and by the waist, pulling up with DEAD WEIGHT HALF-NELSON SUPLEX! Nasty lands on a sick angle DEMANDING a pin attempt from Sullivan. One Two Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: “ Woahhhh! Both these men are fighting for it here tonight’s that’s for sure.”

Jon McDaniel: “ I think that may possibly be the first time I have ever seen a dead weight Half Nelson suplex. Wonderful.”

Hunter looks rather shocked himself, moving to his feet, irritated at the kick out. The Viper backs into a corner and awaits to take his opportunity. Nasty slowly moves to his feet turning around into a VIPER SNAP!! Nasty drops hard! ONE TWO THREE!!!!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Hunter Sullivan!

Brian Rentfro: So, Chamelion gets his wish! G.O.D. may well implode next week, and Mark McNasty’s bid to be World Champion just went up in smoke!

Jon McDaniel: Don’t count McNasty out yet…. He may have missed a chance this week, but you know he’ll find another avenue!

No Touchy


Dustin Kelser marches down the hallway with a purpose, passing by various members of the PWA locker room who each get out of his way due to the 9-iron in his hand.

Thunderwolf: I'm going to kill him. I'm going to find him and FUCKING kill him.

Corey and Price step out of the office of Presidents Robinson and Chamelion, with Price holding a contract in his hand.

Price: So, just to be clear, there's no physical contact allowed - AT ALL, not even a handshake - between the two of them once they sign the contract for the match at Who's The Man, right?

Grumbling from inside the office. It sounds like Robinson's voice, but it could be Chamelion's. Either way, the answer sounds like nothing other than "yes." Wolf readies his 9-iron, ready to swing it.

Laz: Sweet. So it looks like I get that little advantage. Haha!

Corey turns around as Price adjusts his tie, and both men duck just as Wolf swings. The 9-iron smacks against the name plaque, shattering it.

Laz: WHOA! HOLY SHIT!

Price: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Laz and Price take off running, and Wolf gives chase, taking a swing whenever he feels as though he's close enough.

Thunderwolf: Did you two really think that you could fuck with me and get away with it?

Security rushes over quickly this time, with each and every one of them holding Wolf back, struggling to rip the 9-iron out of his hands.

Thunderwolf: LET ME GO, YOU ASSHOLES!

Laz and Price don't stick around to taunt or attack Wolf. They bolt away to their dressing room down the hall, slamming and locking the door behind them.

Chamelion vs Mr. Hardcore

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


Brian Rentfro: Now that may have been our match of the night!

Jon McDaniel: I agree, next up…

‘Voices’ by Rev Theory interrupts McDaniel and the crowd turns their collective gaze up to the main stage. Chamelion walks out, dressed in jeans and a green t-shirt, and the crowd buzzes over this. He stops in mid stage, mic in hand, and raises a hand for the music to end.

Chamelion: Despite what many of you will think, it pains me to come out here and announce that my match with Mr. Hardcore will not be taking place tonight.

A collective sound of boos echoes through out the arena.

Chamelion: No, no, you’re right. The fact is, this week I was down with the flu, and I contacted Mr. Hardcore and had a brief discussion with him. He has agreed, that this match should be contested when we are both at 100%. So, while I do have a lot of … nasty things.. to say about Mr. Hardcore when we do have our match, I do appreciate his agreeing to the postponement. So, with that in mind, next week here on Rampage, you will get to see Mr. Hardcore get his chance at my Grizzly Beer Championship.

The cheers outweigh the boos, a bit anyway.

Chamelion: I will make it up to the PWA fans, and myself, next week… and showcase this championship in a new, exciting match never before seen… or, at least, rare enough to be special. So, let’s move on with the main event, shall we!?

‘Voices’ starts up again and Chamelion disappears back stage.

Jon McDaniel: Well, as sad as it is not to see the GB title defended tonight, if we get a better match next week, all the more power to them.

Brian Rentfro: Whatever, let’s not waste any more time!

The Phoenix vs Jethro Hayes

Non-Title Main Event


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is your Rampage Main Event of the evening. It is a non-title match...

The Final Countdown by Europe begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming
bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red Pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix comes down from the rafters on a harness and
enters the ring.

Brian Rentfro: The Phoenix looking sharp in the early going.

Jon McDaniel: He hasn't even wrestled yet.

Brian Rentfro: And already he looks sharper than Jethro Hayes.

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 Jon Deere tractor, he is wearing a Jon 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 Jon Denver begins to play over
the speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Ain’t much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God I’m a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a Jon 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 I’m a country boy

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

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

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

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life ain’t nothin but a funny funny riddle
~Thank God I’m a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while revving 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 Jon Deere shirt underneath, brown
Wolverine boots, and a Jon 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 I’m a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God I’m 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 ain’t nothin but a funny funny riddle
~Thank God I’m a country boy

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

~Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God I’m 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 driven in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin that’s mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God I’m a country boy

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

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life ain’t nothin but a funny funny riddle
~Thank God I’m a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

Brian Rentfro: See, Jethro is so much duller than Phoenix already.

Jon McDaniel: Just shut up.

DING DING

Jethro and The Phoenix stand across the ring from each other, Jethro waiting for a lockup, Phoenix just stalling for time. They go for a lockup, but Phoenix holds up a hand and leans down pretending to tie his boots. Right arm to Jethro's gut, doubles him over quickly. Even flow DDT brings Jethro down to the mat quickly.

Brian Rentfro: That dumb hick fell for it.

Jon McDaniel: He was just being nice and waiting on The Phoenix.

Phoenix begins to lay the boots to Jethro as he lays on the mat. Elbow drop to Jethro's neck, up and another elbow drop. Jethro is taking all of this from Phoenix. Phoenix goes to Jethro's feet, locking in an ankle submission onto Jethro's right foot. Jethro with a mule kick, but that counter has been well scouted as Phoenix ducks out of the way, ankle lock still synched in. Jethro begins to crawl towards the ropes, inch by inch. Phoenix allows him to get near the ropes before he releases the hold and begins to struggle with pulling Jethro backwards. He seems to be exerting all of his strength, but Jethro is holding onto the bottom rope. The referee counts, but Phoenix releases the yanking quickly enough. Jethro pulls himself up to a vertical base, Phoenix with a clothesline that nearly takes Jethro up and over the top rope. Jethro falls back to the mat and is smiling. Phoenix backs up, standing dropkick that Jethro swats away. Phoenix lands on the mat but springs back to his feet quickly. Lock up, Jethro getting the advantage with a knee to Phoenix's gut. He lifts Phoenix into the air and Phoenix counters by pulling Jethro back down and to the mat with a DDT.

Jon McDaniel: What a beautiful counter.

Brian Rentfro: What do you expect? He is the Phoenix.

Phoenix gets up and is pointing at his head implying that he can outsmart someone like Jethro any day. Phoenix goes steps over Jethro's back and clasping him in a Camel Clutch, trying to wear the big man's entire body down, not just one body part. Jethro with a single knee under him as he struggles. He gets a second knee still struggling and he stands up, still sort of locked in the camel clutch. Jethro shoves backwards but Phoenix releases the hold dropping out of the way and Jethro slams himself into the turnbuckle hard. Phoenix once again is pointing at his head when Jethro runs out of the corner with a clothesline that nearly takes his head off. Phoenix hits the mat hard and his face bounces off the mat with authority. Jethro pulls the veteran up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Phoenix comes back leap frogging over the ducking Jethro. Phoenix is coming back a second time and Jethro with a big boot to Phoenix's face. Jethro hits the ropes with a massive leg drop across his throat. He rolls Phoenix onto his front and drops a knee into the lower back of Phoenix. Another knee drop, Jethro has decided to go after the back of his opponent as well. Phoenix screams out in pain with each knee drop, but is powerless, at the moment, to do anything about it. Jethro steps over his back and sits down heavily onto the lower back of Phoenix. No wrestling move but just a sitting fall onto his lower back, the wind rushes out of Phoenix in a quick tide. Jethro rolls off of Phoenix and slams his face into the mat for good measure. Phoenix is struggling to get back up to his feet and Jethro helps him but quickly puts him back on the mat with a scooping body slam. Phoenix lays there panting, still unable to get a full lung full of air. Jethro makes the first cover of the match.

ONE... TWO... Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro with the first cover and gets a two count.

Brian Rentfro: He may get the first, but Phoenix will get the last.

Jethro doesn't let the count phase him at all as he stands up pulling Phoenix with him. Low blow to Jethro, the ref never saw the closed fist to Jethro's nether region. Jethro's breath catches in his throat as his eyes go wide in shock and pain. Phoenix with an elbow shot to Jethro's right knee, then his second knee. Jethro is still gasping for air and trying to catch his breath as Phoenix delivers another elbow shot to his knees. Phoenix hits the ropes bouncing back with a flying cross body block that takes Jethro down to the mat. Phoenix climbs to the top turnbuckle signaling for the Ashes. He leaps and lands squarely with his finisher.

ONE... TWO... THRE--NO! Jethro with a shoulder up, barely in time.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro kicked out!

Brian Rentfro: No way, he didn't!

The Phoenix is celebrating his victory, but the referee taps him on the shoulder and shakes his head. The Phoenix eyes him wearily and begins to argue his point that it was a three count. The referee begins to argue back with the World Champion. Deciding he doesn't mind humiliating Jethro a little more, he continues. He pulls Jethro up to his knees and smiles as he figures to attempt the Flame on this big man. Right jab to his midsection from Jethro stops his progress in a hurry. Right hand from Jethro to his temple and he is rocked to the side, Jethro shoots up to his feet as the crowd gets behind him. Right, left, a little feet shuffle for the crowd, and a big forearm smash drives Phoenix into the corner. Grabbing his wrist, he Irish whips Phoenix across the ring and chest first into the opposite corner. Jethro follows up charging with a big time body splash into the corner driving Phoenix in even further. Jethro falls backwards from the splash and lets the World Champion stumble studder walk backwards and stand there shaking. Jethro boots him in the gut and prepares him for the Planter. Jethro hollers out "Sooooweee"(the hog call of the country). The crowd goes wild and stands, they know it is the end. Phoenix is up and thumbs Jethro in the eyes, but Jethro still manages to plant him down on the mat. But with water streaming from his eyes is unable to see where Phoenix is to make the cover. He feels a leg and hooks it rolling up the Phoenix up in a cover.

ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Phoenix with a foot on the bottom rope just in the nick of time too. The crowd is booing thinking it was a slow count.

Brian Rentfro: Close call there for the Phoenix, but I knew he would kick out.

Jon McDaniel: If he hadn't thumbed Jethro in the eyes, Jethro would have won.

Brian Rentfro: I didn't see him thumb Jethro in the eyes.

Jon McDaniel: You never do.

Jethro rolls off of Phoenix and tries to wipe his streaming eyes, to clear his vision. His face is wet from the eye thumbing and they are turning an ugly red color. Jethro is seated on the mat as behind him Phoenix has pulled himself back to a vertical base. Boot to the back of Jethro's head and the hillbilly is rocked forward. Phoenix with another boot. Jethro is face down, but struggling to get back to his feet. Phoenix is there placing right hands into his head.

Phoenix: You want to cry? I'll make you cry. Come on Jethro, come on you big piece of hick garbage!

Phoenix smirks with each word as he pounds Jethro with fists. He hits the ropes with a baseball slide/dropkick into Jethro's skull that lands with such force, Jethro is rolled onto his back. Phoenix places a boot across his throat and stands on it.

ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FI--Phoenix breaks the hold. He repeats it again, but stops after a nearly total five count. He laughs behind his mask.

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix with an illegal choke hold there.

Brian Rentfro: The Phoenix is too good to cheat Jon and it is time you all realize it.

He pulls Jethro up to his feet backing him into the near corner with stiff forearm and elbow shots. He looks around and points to something out in the crowd, the referee falls for it, and he thumbs both of Jethro's eyes again. The water begins to flow from his eyes again and Phoenix slaps Jethro in the face. Back handed slap, and Phoenix is laughing at the big hillbilly. Knife edge chop from Phoenix. *THWACK!*, the crowd winces with the blow but is powerless to stop the "Woo!" that follows all knife edge chops. Phoenix with a knife edge chop to Jethro's face, and the crowd "Woos" again. He kicks Jethro in the midsection and sets him up for the Flame. He lifts Jethro up just enough to get his feet on the bottom rope for some help and lifts him up spins around and... THE FLAME!

ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Jethro somehow kicked out again!

Brian Rentfro: How did he?

Jon McDaniel: He has something to prove here Brian.

The Phoenix is noticeably shocked at the kick out of The Flame. He turns to the referee and begins shouting obscenities at him. He mocks slapping the mat for a quicker count of three. Phoenix shoves the referee out of the way and climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives with The Ashes! Jethro gets a boot up that catches Phoenix right up under the chin. Phoenix falls back clutching at his chin, but other than that, he barely moves. Jethro rolls over to the ropes and begins to pull himself up to his feet, holding the top of his head in pain as well as his knees from earlier. He grabs the Phoenix by the head and pulls him up to his feet, and sets him up with his head between his knees. Phoenix is lifted and dropped to the mat head first courtesies of a pile driver. Jethro covers.

ONE... TWO...--Phoenix with a kick out right after the second count. Jethro is still unmoved by not getting a pinfall, but it is noted that the wear is getting to him because the Phoenix is able to go longer distances than he is. Pulling him back to his feet as he stands as well, Jethro with a boot to the midsection and he doesn't even holler this time and Plants Phoenix to the mat with The Planter once again. But Jethro falls back, most of his energy zapped from him. His eyes are blood shot and his knees are killing him from the attack they took from Phoenix earlier in the match. But somehow he manages a cover.

ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Phoenix kicks out of Jethro's finisher again!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro must be wondering what it will take to put this man away.

Brian Rentfro: The Phoenix is wondering the same thing here.

Jethro is in shock as he kneels there beside the World Champion, so close to pinning the current World Champion, but yet he can't get it done. He smiles as He stands pulling the resilient Phoenix up with him. Irish whip into the opposite corner and Phoenix slams into the turnbuckle padding back first. Jethro charges in intending for another big body splash. Phoenix with both feet up catching Jethro full on in the face, blood flies from Jethro's forehead where most of Phoenix's boots caught the rampaging redneck. Phoenix through the ropes and he scales the corner to the top turnbuckle diving with a flying clothesline that takes Jethro down to the mat. Phoenix is winded, but he can still go longer if he needs to. Getting back up to his feet, Phoenix climbs back through the ropes and back up to the top turnbuckle. He dives landing right on empty canvas. Jethro up to his feet, blood trickling down his forehead picks up Phoenix and plants him heavily down to the canvas. He covers as the crowd's cheers turn to boos.
ONE...

From the back rush Moke Doshky and The Dragon.

TWO...

They are about half way down the ramp. They slide into the ring.

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Jethro Hayes!

Moke Doshky and The Dragon have a steel chair in hand and begin pummeling Jethro's back and head with shots. Phoenix stands up, looking shaken, and asks for a steel chair. Moke and The Dragon hold up the weakened Jethro. Phoenix swings the chair at Jethro's head and blood flies from Jethro's face and head. He crumbles down to the mat in a heap as Phoenix grabs a mic.

Phoenix: You may have beaten me in a match. You may have won this battle, but, you... will... never... win... the... war!

Phoenix emphasizes each word with a kick to Jethro's bleeding face. The three of them walk out of the ring and up the entrance ramp. Amazingly, Jethro rolls onto his stomach and lifts his face, blood flowing down to the mat, to watch their retreating backs.

Sign Your Life Away


Brian Rentfro: And now, fans, the first-ever one-on-one encounter between Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser and Corey Lazarus becomes a reality with just a few strokes of a pen.

Jon McDaniel: And after the last few weeks, I do believe it's safe to say that both men can't wait to get their hands on each other.

The familiar hammer-on's of Dope's "Now Or Never" flood the PA, causing the fans to erupt in cheer. Wolf and Enika make their way out from behind the curtain, neither looking too happy nor even acknowledging the audience. Light blue pyro rains down behind them from the rafters, and they ignore it, stalking their way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: And introducing first, being accompanied by one half of the PWA World Tag Team champions in Enika Engel...DUSTIN "THUNDERWOLF" KELSER!!!

Both roll into the ring, and Dustin walks around the cheap desk set-up in the center of the ring, taking a seat in a leather roller as Enika stands to his side, resting her hand on his shoulder.

::IF WE GO ON::
::IT'S NOW OR NEVER::
::IF WE GO ON::

"Now Or Never" is cut after the second chorus, and is replaced by an old-fashioned black and white film countdown.

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A trio of drum rolls cue up Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida," and nobody exits from the back. The song keeps rolling, and nobody. Finally, just as Araya's vocals come in, Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price step out from behind the back, surrounded by a dozen or so members of PWA security, with Viktor Stone emerging after each security guard to take point.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, isn't this great. Thunderwolf wastes no time at all in coming out, and only brings Enika, and Laz takes his sweet time to make his usual drawn-out entrance, and has a dozen PWA security guards surrounding him!

Brian Rentfro: And don't forget his tag partner Viktor Stone, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: I didn't. But look at how scared Laz is! Needing that many people to protect you from one other person?!

Brian Rentfro: I don't think it's cowardice.

Laz - and, by proxy, the 12 guards, Price, and Stone - makes his way down well after usual, preferring to wait at the top of the ramp to both make Wolf sweat and make sure that the scene's safe. They finally reach the ring at the start of the guitar solo, and Stone slides in first, getting right next to the desk and staring down both Engel and Wolf as their eyes stay focused on Corey.

ERIC EMERSON: And next, being accompanied by Gregory Price and Viktor Stone, he is the current PWA Intercontinental champion...COREY LAZARUS!!!

Guard after guard enters the ring, and Laz finally rolls in afterwards, jumping to his feet to spread his arms in premature victory. "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" dies down, and Laz takes a seat across from Dustin in a matching leather roller, leaning back and kicking his feet up on the desk. Price takes the microphone from Eric Emerson, who looks back at him in disgust, and then clears his throat into it, pulling a contract out from the inside pocket of his sports coat.

Price: Ahem, alright...can I have everybody's attention please?

The fans boo and jeer, making Price wait.

Price: Please?!

More boo'ing, and Corey just waves Price on, mouthing "just go ahead." Gregory nods, and then looks uneasily at the two remaining members of Exit Music next to him, their stare never once leaving Corey.

Price: Alright then. Within the last hour, as anybody watching the show has seen, I was informed by President Robinson that, in order to protect the investment of the first-ever one-on-one encounter between my client, Mr. Corey Lazarus, and his esteemed opponent, this piece of shit known as Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser...

Boo'ing. Corey and Stone smirk, and Price backs away as Wolf's glare leaves Laz momentarily to focus on Gregory.

Price: ...that neither man is allowed to lay a finger on one another after their signatures are on this contract. If they do, then the match is null and void, and the offending party will be released from their PWA contract and barred from all future PWA events. Now, without any further ado, how's about we get this thing signed?

Price lays the contract out in front of Corey, and then hands him a golden fountain pen. Laz slowly unscrews the cap, staring at Wolf the entire time, and then finds his line at the bottom of the page, putting his John Hancock onto it. Laz screws the cap of the golden fountain pen back on before handing it to Price, who pockets it. Wolf raises an eyebrow, and Gregory hands him a clear plastic Bic as Laz shoves the contract across the desk to Wolf.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, what a sign of disrespect.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, a pen is a pen!

Wolf pops the cap of the black disposable off, finds his line, and then signs his name. Price snatches the contract away quickly, looking over it, and nods, bringing the mic up to his mouth.

Price: And with that, the match of the century is a go!

The fans cheer, seeing first-hand that these two will finally meet in the center of the ring, and Price motions to Corey.

Price: Alright, Laz, let's get out of here.

One by one, each guard leaves, and then Stone and Laz at the same time. Price hands the contract off to Stone as the last guard exits the ring, and Wolf jumps out of his seat, rushing over to Gregory.

Brian Rentfro: Wha...WHAT'S GOING ON?!

Wolf grabs Price by his overly-gelled hair and drags him back into the ring. He turns him around and kicks him low, dropping him to his knees.

Jon McDaniel: The contract said that Wolf and Laz couldn't touch EACH OTHER, not their managers!

Brian Rentfro: Bad form! Bad form!!

Price's face shows the amount of stunning pain from getting kicked low, and Wolf ignores it, under hooking both arms behind him before lifting him up vertically and dropping down to the canvas, driving Price head-first into it.

Jon McDaniel: CRY OF THE WOLF!! CRY OF THE WOLF!! PRICE IS OUT!! PRICE!! IS!! OUT!!

The cameras fade as Wolf leans against the ropes, staring down at Corey.