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Who's The Man!?
03-15-2009


The Final Resistance vs Shadow Starr & Emperor Ian

Tag Title Contendership


The lights in the arena are focused at the top of the entrance ramp as the show opens, the crowd roaring with anticipation. Bon Jovi's Dead or Alive plays throughout the arena as the show starts, Pyros lighting the arena. The announcers take to their places on the mics.

Brian Rentfro: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Who's The Man? and for you tonight, what a lineup.

Jon McDaniel: Indeed, Brian! We have the matches everyone has been asking for. In the finals of the Who's The Man? Tournament, Jacob Figgins and Hunter Sullivan go head-to-head to determine who will advance their career and earn a later championship opportunity.

Brian Rentfro:: And speaking of Championships, after the chaos and controversy of Genesis IX one has to wonder what will happen when Chamelion goes one-on-one with Mr. Hardcore for the Grizzly Beer Championship...

Jon McDaniel: And Rob "Phoenix" Robinson will go toe-to-toe with Riona Langly in the World Heavyweight Championship Main Event match!! What a match and what a show we've got leading up to it....

Brian Rentfro:: But enough of the previews, Who's The Man? starts NOW!!

At that moment, the arena darkens 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.

CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES
THIS IS MY LAST RESORT

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is a number one contender's match for the PWA World Tag Team Championship!

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.

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

This is my last resort

Eric: Entering first, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-three pounds, he is the Original Legend of Shadows...

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
Suffocation
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

Eric: The One and Only Shadow Starr!!

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, eyeing the entrance ramp.

Brian Rentfro:: Shadow lost a contender's match with Jacob Collins last Friday on Rampage, but perhaps a different partner could even the stakes tonight.

Jon McDaniel: Well, if anyone can, it's this man...

"Imperial March" plays but this time there is no fancy lights or spectacular entrance. The Emperor simply marches quickly down the aisle wearing a hooded robe. Chancellor Maxim and Lord Spalding walk in front of him, while General Jock walks behind.

Eric: And his partner, being accompanied by Jack, Maxim and Spalding, from Imperial County, California, Emperor Ian!!

Maxim and Spalding hold the ropes for him and the latter takes his robe. Ian and Shadow stand face-to-face, each man sizing up his partner.

Brian Rentfro:: You can tell that there is some bad blood there, but let's hope they can work together long enough to grab a title shot...

Jon McDaniel: Well this is an uneasy alliance at best, but they'd better get it together if they're going to last against their opponents...

The lights dim, smoke laces the floor, A violin and piano begin to play throughout the arena. It starts off loud, gradually softening as time passes.
You can hardly hear the music when Eric Emerson's voice blasts through the speakers.

"From Hollywood, Florida! Weighing in at a combined weight of 417 pounds... THE FINAL RESISTANCE!

JonXCore and Thomas Young walk out from behind the curtain, a spotlight shines on them and, they stand unmoving. Their fists clenched, staring out to the ring before them. The jeers of the crowd seemingly unheard.

--Nothing, just nothing, nothing will wipe this heart out And no one, just no one, no one will break this frontline We are, we are, we are the final ones We are, we are the, we are the final resistance--

They begin to walk toward the ring. They pays no attention to the crowd. An occasional glance at them, but the two stare straight through them. They are of no importance to Thomas Young and JonXCore

--We're fighting to the last Driven by your hate Awoken us No one will surrender A storm will break the silence--

JonXCore slides into the ring and perches himself atop the turnbuckle. The lights come back to life, and JonXCore waits. Thomas stretches his back on the top rope, walks over to JXC's corner, and takes a seat. The two wait for the bell to ring.

Brian Rentfro:: These two young talents have just signed with the PWA, and this match will show us all what they have to offer.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe, but the difference between these guys and their opponents is... well, Final Resistance is on the same page!! Ian and Shadow can hardly seem to trust each other...

DING DING DING

The ring bell sounds as the referee makes his way into the ring. JonXCore and Thomas Young talk for just a second or two before splitting, Young heading for their corner. Shadow and Ian, however, can't quite make up their minds as to who's starting this thing...

Brian Rentfro:: Ian and Shadow both want to start the show, but Final Resistance is ready for action!!

Jon McDaniel: I have a bad feeling about this... wait, is Young heading back in the ring??

As Shadow and Ian argue, Thomas and Jon grin, charging at their opponents. Ian and Shadow notice too late as they are double dropkicked by Final Resistance. Shadow, being closer to the ring ropes, is dropped to the outside while Ian merely lands in the turnbuckle. JonXCore charges up, grabbing Ian by the back of the head, throwing him with a monkey flip. Ian catches himself just in time to land on his feet, but is caught with a tremendous clothesline by a waiting Thomas Young. Final Resistance hits a double leg drop, Young heading back to his corner.

Jon McDaniel: Final Resistance has taken an early lead as Shadow and Ian clearly can't seem to co-exist. Can these two manage to hold on, or is it already a win for Final Resistance?

Brian Rentfro:: The match has only begin, Jon, and one can only assume that Ian and Shadow will do whatever they can to make up for that lost moment...

JonXCore waits for Ian to rise, grabbing a hold of Ian's left arm and twisting it into a hammerlock. Ian quickly comes to his senses, rolling out and locking Core into a hammerlock himself. Core attempts to drop, thus allowing himself to escape, but Ian is quick to drop with him, delivering a few shots to the back of Core's head. The referee calls out Ian, threatening a disqualification should Ian start again. Ian shrugs, tightening his grip on Core. Shadow, who just made it back to the apron, starts into the ring, the referee heading over to stop him. Ian watches the referee as he launches a few more shoulders to Core's head, hitting four before the referee focuses his attention back to the legal men.

Brian Rentfro:: Good strategy by Ian, taking his moments to weaken his opponent and get the quick win.

Jon McDaniel: Good?? Ian's playing dirty, and I for one don't appreciate it.

Ian drops Core's arm, shoving him across the ring. Jon turns, favoring his arm as Ian charges up. With his good arm Jon ducks, slipping his left arm beneath Ian's right shoulder and tossing him with an arm drag. Ian lands, rolling to his feet as Core again favors his right arm, Ian charging once more. Core responds again, this time leaping over Ian, as the Emperor rebounds Core ducks under him, Ian rebounding again into a standing dropkick. Core rolls out, landing a quick leg drop before heading for his corner, tagging in Thomas Young.

Brian Rentfro:: Nice work by Final Resistance, using their strengths to overcome their weaknesses and getting the upper hand there.

Thomas charges at Ian's corner, looking to drop Shadow. Starr, however, isn't having it and drops, Thomas missing Shadow and just barely avoiding the turnbuckle. Ian charges up, stopping inches from his corner as Shadow is ready to tag himself in, not giving the Legend a chance. Shadow glances questioningly in Ian's direction, a smug look on the Emperor's face as he shakes his head. Shadow shakes his head in disbelief as Young watches their silent quarrel, charging at Ian. Ian is preoccupied with Shadow and doesn't have time to react as Young floors Ian, wailing on him with rights and lefts to the skull. Young hops to his feet, motioning to his partner, who shrugs. Ian gets up, and is Irish whipped into the Final Resistance corner. Thomas charges in, jumping into the air... and Ian moves!! Thomas misses his target, crashing and burning as he hits the turnbuckle, knocking his partner to the floor below.

Brian Rentfro:: Quick thinking by Ian, who just narrowly avoided a huge turnbuckle clothesline.

Jon McDaniel: And what's more, he caused Young to knock his partner to the floor, possibly weakening their team further!!

Ian sets himself up behind Thomas, the former painfully rebounding off the turnbuckle. Ian throws his arms around Young's waist, not allowing him a chance to recover before lifting the injured Young up for a German suplex!! Young rolls into a ball as Ian rises, grinning as his opponents seem defeated.

Brian Rentfro:: Ian, capitalizing on Young's miscalculation, throws poor Thomas for a loop with that German.

Jon McDaniel: Final Resistance, after a quick start on the match, have had the game turned on them as Ian pulls out the stops... and tries to make it a one man team...

Ian poses for Shadow, mouthing It's All Me before turning his attention back to Young. Young favors his neck as he slowly rises to his knees, Ian quickly locking in a sleeper hold. Thomas tries to stand, but Ian drops, applying a body scissors to Young. Young struggles to locate the closest set of ropes. He reaches out, inches shy of grabbing the bottom ropes. Ian tightens his grip, Young slowly losing consciousness. The referee slides in, waiting for Young to give. JonXCore jumps to action, quickly charging at Ian. He drops an elbow right to Ian's face, freeing his partner. Ian rolls away, grasping at his nose as Jon checks on Young, helping him to their corner. Core tags himself in, giving Young a chance to rest. Ian uses the ring ropes to climb to his feet, still grasping his nose.

Brian Rentfro:: A nice save by JonXCore, keeping his team in this match, and putting a hurt on Ian as well.

Jon McDaniel: And it looks like Final Resistance may be right back in control.

Core heads over to Ian, placing a right jab directly to Ian's left temple. Ian falls, shaking off the hit. Core locks Ian into a headlock, looking to make the Emperor submit. Ian, however, has enough ring presence to reach out and grab a rope. The referee calls for the release, which Core does grudgingly. Ian climbs to his feet, once again using the ropes as an aide. Core drops back, charging at Ian, but Ian moves just in time for Jon to baseball slide right under the bottom rope and onto the floor below. Ian smirks, getting back to his feet. He looks to his corner, where Shadow motions for a tag. Ian shrugs again, blowing off Shadow. Thomas has recovered by now and rushes in, Ian turning as Young dropkicks the Emperor to the floor as well. Shadow grins as he jumps to the floor from the apron, watching the action unfold. He keeps his distance as Core works to his feet, Ian rising as well. Core throws a left forearm into Ian's head, Ian falling back a few steps. Core walks back to the ring, getting one leg on the apron before Ian gets to him, pulling him off. Ian slides in, allowing Core to be counted out. Starr, however, refuses to lose before he gets a shot in,

Brian Rentfro:: Shadow picks up JonXCore, and... wait a second...

Jon McDaniel: He's helping his opponent back into the ring!!

Brian Rentfro:: What is he thinking??

Jon McDaniel: The only thing I can think of is that this is for a title opportunity, and he's treating it like the match itself. And you can't win the titles by count out...

Shadow climbs back into his place on the apron as Ian looks puzzled at Starr. The Legend shrugs, a grin on his face. Ian goes to work on Core, picking up his foe. Core reacts quickly, throwing a punch to Ian's abdomen. Ian reels back, but tries to keep a hold on Core. Jon throws another punch to Ian's gut, Ian starting to lose his grip. Jon throws a few more jabs, causing Ian to back off further. As Jon gets to his feet, Ian launches an unexpected attack on Core, knocking him off his feet. Ian hooks his left arm around Core's neck, laying in on his face with hard rights. The referee tries to break it up, but is unheard as Ian continues to assault Core. Young jumps in, prying Ian off of his partner, but is the victim of another assault as Ian merely focuses the beating on Young.

Brian Rentfro:: Not missing a beat, Ian has focused all of his energy on fighting Final Resistance... and it seems he's not interested in an actual match at the moment...

Jon McDaniel: If he doesn't focus on the job at hand, he may lose his shot at the win and at Tag Team gold...

Ian launches Young into one corner, lifting Core and sending him to another. The Emperor shoots at Young, jumping into the air before nailing Young with a body splash. Young falls to the mat as Ian flies across the ring, aiming to do the same to Core. Just as Ian gets off his feet, Core is pulled out of the corner, Ian crashing into the turnbuckle as Core hangs on the nearby ropes. Ian falls to the mat as Shadow releases his grip on Core, Jon falling on top of Ian.

1!!

2!!

Kick out at two and a half as Ian throws his leg on the bottom rope.

Brian Rentfro:: Shadow, effectively aiding Final Resistance, possibly in an effort to show Ian just how much he needs the Legend.

Jon McDaniel: But is Shadow helping his case, or is he just making Ian trust him less??

Core gets to his feet, stumbling to his corner. Young has managed to climb to the apron, hanging on to the ropes for support. Core and Young regroup, discussing their strategy as Ian slowly works to one knee. Young tags himself in, seeing his opportunity. He charges up, ready to end the match.

Brian Rentfro:: Thomas Young sees an end to this match, and Ian is prime for defeat!!

Jon McDaniel: Here it comes!! Championship Edition!!!

Young launches himself at Ian with a lariat, ready to finish the match. Ian senses the end is near, noticing just in time as Young bears down on him. Ian ducks the move, Young landing on the mat. He writhes as his back hits the mat, instinctively sitting up. Ian shakes off the wear of the match, seeing his spot. He sneaks up on Young, quickly locking his arms in underneath Young's, the Emperor locking his hands behind Young's head. He looks to Shadow, mouthing This Is How It's Done, a grin on his face.

Brian Rentfro:: He's got a full nelson locked in on Young... what the hell??

Jon McDaniel: Ian just flipped over Young, placing a bridge on the full nelson!!! It's the Scavenger's Daughter!!!!

Brian Rentfro:: What a move!! It's all over!!!

The referee moves in as Ian holds on, setting Young in for a submission. As Young wails in pain, Core begins to realize the horrible truth that it could be the end. He rushes in, throwing a few jabs into Ian's gut. Ian refuses to let go, despite the pain being inflicted. Core finally backs off, launching himself across the ring, the referee now focused on him. Core rebounds, charging for Ian. Shadow grins as Core drops, hitting a baseball slide dropkick to Ian, breaking the submission hold. Ian falls out of the ring, Core helping Young to his feet. He carries Young to his corner, tagging himself in. Ian manages to get to his feet, climbing into the ring. Core throws him across the ring, charging after him. Ian hits the ropes, grabbing the top to stop himself. Core jumps, looking for a dropkick, but drops to the mat. Ian comes off the ropes, throwing a right arm into Core's neck. Ian lifts Core, Irish whipping him, but Core stops mid swing, throwing Ian. Ian rebounds off the ropes, but not before a hard slap on the back.

Brian Rentfro:: SHADOW'S IN!!!

Core dropkicks Ian, the Emperor dropping to the mat. Shadow charges in, nailing a rising Jon with a clothesline. He launches at the corner, knocking Young off the apron. Shadow looks back, Ian is in disbelief as the ref orders him to his corner. Core rises, Shadow Irish whipping him into a corner. Shadow charges after Core, nailing him with a clothesline. Core falls off, into a waiting Shadow who picks him up, dropping him with an Oklahoma slam. Shadow turns to Ian, flipping him the bird before turning back to Core. Core is on one knee, grabbing the ropes for life as he tries to regain his composure. Shadow lifts him, Irish whipping Jon into his corner. The Legend points one finger skyward, signaling the end.

Brian Rentfro:: This could be it!

Jon McDaniel: Shadow's calling for the Grim Reaper!!

Shadow charges, nailing a clothesline to Core. He grabs Jon's collar, heading to the turnbuckle. Young gets to the apron, tagging himself in.

Brian Rentfro:: And Young is the legal man!! Shadow may be in trouble here!!

Young uses Core as a ramp to jump up, running into a SHINING WIZARD!! Shadow drops Core, grabbing his head as he sits atop the turnbuckle. Young pushes his partner out of harm's way, heading up to the second ropes. He locks one arm around Shadow's neck while placing the other on his belt.

Brian Rentfro:: Young is looking for that superplex, and Shadow may be too out of it to reverse it!!

Jon McDaniel: If he can't, Final Resistance will go on as the #1 contenders!!!

Young places his feet on the top ropes, pulling upwards. Shadow locks his feet into the ropes, stopping Young's momentum, throwing a fist into Young's gut. Young loosens his grip, Shadow shoving him off and down to the mat. Shadow gets down, throwing a fist into Young's abdomen as he picks Thomas off the mat. Shadow whips Young to the opposite corner, a waiting Ian pulling back. Shadow charges, nailing a clothesline to Young. Shadow grabs Young's collar, climbing the turnbuckle. He raises Young into power bomb position, the crowd roaring.

Brian Rentfro:: This is it!! The moment that will make Ian and Shadow the contenders!!

Jon McDaniel: The Grim Reaper!!

Shadow drops to the mat, not noticing the tap on his back just before the jump. Young is driven into the mat, Shadow taking the cover. Ian, however, lies in wait as the referee explains the tag to Shadow. Shadow gets up, pissed as all hell as the referee orders him to his corner. Ian charges the opposing corner and knocks Core off the apron, opening the final moment. Ian rushes to Young, locking in his final move.

Brian Rentfro:: IMPERIAL CONQUEST!!!

Jon McDaniel: IT'S ALL OVER!!!

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: Here are your winners and the #1 contenders to the World Tag Team Championship, Emperor Ian and Shadow Starr!!

Imperial March plays as Shadow makes his way in, throwing an arm into Ian's back. Ian's henchmen shoot into the ring, knocking Shadow of his feet and quickly removing Ian from the ring. They drag Ian up the ramp as Shadow looks on, in a rage.

Brian Rentfro: Brian Rentfro: What the hell was that all about?

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know, but I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough

Jethro Hayes vs Johnathan Riker

PWA TV Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit, and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Television Championship.


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, Jonathan
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 Jonathan sat on the bottom
turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.

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
~Aint 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 drivin 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.
DING DING

These two go for a lockup, but Jonathan is too smart to think he would win that battle. He acts as if to go for a lock up but delivers a boot into Jethro's midsection. He follows with a right hand, bounces off the ropes, and brings Jethro down with a running neck breaker. Jethro rolls back up to his feet, holding the back of his neck and takes Jonathan down o the mat with a clothesline. Finally they lock up and as predicted, Jonathan loses the battle of strength with Jethro, who delivers a boot into his midsection. Jethro lifts Riker up high up over his head and tosses him down with a gorilla press slam to the mat, Jethro hits the ropes and drops a leg across Riker's throat. He goes for the cover, but it is way too early for a pin attempt here in this match, Riker is too good to go out this early. Riker kicks out before even the count of one and Jethro pulls him up to his feet. Riker with a right hand to Jethro's ribs and he spins out of his grasp and delivers a jumping side kick that connects with the ribs of Jethro Hayes and he stumbles to the side holding at his ribcage.

Jon McDaniel :Riker with a sidekick breaks the offense of Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Riker with a chance to derail the Jethro Express here, someone needs to.

Riker climbs to the middle rope, dropping a fist into the forehead of Jethro, he follows with a springboard knee drop across the same spot. Jethro's skull is tough, but this punishment will take its toll on Jethro. Riker stomps away at Jethro's forehead, trying to slow the man down by giving him one massive headache. Riker goes to the legs of Jethro and gets in position to try and take out his legs. Riker bends down to grab one of Jethro's ankles, Jethro with a front mule kick that throws Jonathan into the corner back first and holding his chest. Jethro up quickly charging with a body splash in the corner and Riker stumbles out clutching at his chest. Jethro lifts Jonathan up into a airplane spin he tosses him down with airplane spin toss. Jonathan rolls out of the ring both from the impact and to catch his breath.

One... Two... Three... Four...

Jethro stands in the middle of the ring waiting on Riker to come back into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Jonathan doing the right thing here and catching his breath and thoughts.

Jon McDaniel: But he better not wait too long, the ref's count is up to seven.

Eight... and Jonathan rolls back into the ring, Jethro allowing him to do so. Jonathan locks up with Jethro, grabbing his wrist quickly Riker whips Jethro into the corner turnbuckles following with a knee lift into Jethro's back. Jonathan slams Jethro's head into the padding there and then throws a right hand into his jaw. Riker backs up delivering a standing dropkick to the back of Jethro's head and causing it to smash into the top of the ringpost. There is an ugly red mark on Jethro's forehead, but no blood. Jethro stumbles out of the corner with a dazed look on his face. Riker with a drop toe hold that sends Jethro face first onto Riker's fist in the same exact spot as that red mark. Riker rolls Jethro over into a pin.

One... Two...-- Jethro kicks out.

Jon McDaniel: Near fall there for Riker.

Brian Rentfro: Slow count from the referee or this match would be over.

Riker pulls Jethro back up to his feet and Jethro with a jab into Riker's midsection. Jethro follows with a single arm DDT and his head smashes into the mat. Jethro is trying to move quickly to get the match back on some even term and places Jonathan's head between his legs. Riker's head is driven into the mat by Jethro's stump puller piledriver and he makes a cover.

One... Two...--NO! Riker with a shoulder up just in time and the match continues. He whips Jonathan into the ropes and takes him down to the mat with an arm bar takedown, he places his knee in the back of Riker and yanks back on Jonathan's arms. The referee gets down checking on a submission from Riker, who just shakes his head as he grunts from the pain. Riker grunts as he tries to escape the submission hold, his head shakes back and forth in the hold. Riker with one knee under him then his other knee. Riker shoves backwards throwing Jethro into the ropes and when Jethro tries to catch his balance, he releases the hold. Riker spins around quickly dropkicking Jethro over the top rope to the outside where he lands on his shoulder and neck. The referee starts the count.

One... Two...

Jon McDaniel: Beautiful desperation dropkick from Riker there.

Brian Rentfro: Did you see that big goof land on his shoulder?

Jon McDaniel: No compassion.

Brian Rentfro: I didn't laugh... well not too much anyways.

Six... Seven... Jethro is up to his knees and looking right into the baseball slide dropkick from Riker. Jethro goes back down and the count is restarted. Riker up with Jethro's head in his hand and he slams the TV Champ's head into the apron, once, twice, and Jethro blocks it with an elbow into Riker's ribs. Riker takes the elbow shot but manages to lift a knee into Jethro's chin rocking him backwards.

Five... Six...

Riker Irish whips Jethro into the announce table and charges with a leg lift that sends Jethro onto the announce table.

Jon McDaniel: The count is up to eight and the action is right in our laps.

Brian Rentfro: Do you smell shit?

Riker runs, diving into the ring to break the count at nine and a half. Jethro rolls off of the announcer's table with a confused look on his face as he lands on his knees in front of the table.

Crowd: JETHRO! JETHRO! JETHRO! JETHRO! JETHRO! JETHRO! JETHRO! JETHRO!

Hearing them he shoves up to his feet as Jonathan baseball slides into the waiting arms of Jethro. Sidewalk slam onto the floor around the ring and Jethro takes this time to catch his breath. The count has begun again and is up to four as Jethro rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Jonathan gets back into the ring at the count of seven and charges at Jethro who delivers a massive ring shaking sit-out spinebuster and falls back. Again, the ref starts a count, which favors Jethro here, but the crowd chanting his name gets Jethro up to his feet. He hits the ropes and leaps into the air driving the wind out of Riker with a leaping leg drop across his throat. He covers.

One... Two... Th--NO! Riker manages to get a shoulder up just before the ref's hand slaps down for three.

Brian Rentfro: Riker managed to beat that fast counting referee.

Jon McDaniel: That was no fast count, who are you pulling for as if I didn't know.

Brian Rentfro: That should be obvious.

Jethro is frustrated but knows the talent here in Jonathan and he knows he is in for a good match. He pulls Riker back up to his feet smashing him in the face with a forearm and hooking him for a vertical suplex; Jethro has him up, and Riker goes down with another ring shaking move. Jethro covers again.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Riker kicks out again just in time and the match goes on. Jethro gets up to a vertical base quickly dropping an elbow into Riker's chest, up again, and another. Riker is pulled up to his feet and is Irish whipped into the ropes, reversal by Riker sends Jethro into the ropes and Riker follows with a high knee lift into Jethro's face. Knowing he had better use the momentum while he has it, Riker forces himself to go on and he pulls Hayes up to his feet and to the top turnbuckle. Riker delivers a front face superplex to Jethro, but that took as much out of him as it did Jethro and he is down. The referee begins to count.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six...

Jonathan up to the bottom rope and pulling himself up with their assistance, Jethro is still down but now he is moving but very slowly. The count has stopped and both men are sweaty and exhausted. Riker lifts Jethro to his feet fully and attempts for a Dragonscrew, but is too exhausted to lift Jethro. Riker with a boot into Jethro's midsection and an elbow smash to Jethro's neck. Jethro falls to one knee and Riker with a roundhouse kick that nearly takes Jethro's head clean off, he falls to the side winded and exhausted. Riker whips Jethro into the corner following with a running forearm smash to Jethro's throat. Riker with a knife edge chop that splits the Jon Deere shirt of Jethro, another and the skin where the shirt is torn is reddening quickly. Jethro with a knife edge chop of his own and Riker with another. Jethro with another and these two are exchanging knife edge chops like they are baseball cards. Jethro spins Riker around into the corner. Knife edge chop from Jethro, kick to the midsection from Riker and he leaps to the middle turnbuckle. Sunset flip up and over Jethro into a pin.

One... Two... --NO! Jethro kicks out somehow.

Jon McDaniel: These two are giving it there all.

Brian Rentfro: Well, the person who can defend it successfully three times gets a World Title shot.

Jon McDaniel: Only one man has done that in this reincarnation of the PWA... Viktor Stone.

The two men lock up once again in a collar and elbow tie up, Jonathan with a behind the back wrist lock. Jethro reverses the hold which appears to be what Jonathan wanted, he drops down to the mat in a sitting position and brings Jethro's chin down on the top of his head. Jethro holds at his chin as Riker gets back to his feet quickly and kicks the back of Jethro's knees making him go down to both knees. Riker hits the ropes, bounces past Jethro and rebounds with a reverse bulldog and makes a cover.

One... Two... Thr--Jethro manages to get a shoulder up just in time and the match, once again, will continue.

Jon McDaniel: Another close call there and we are down to one minute.

Eric Emerson: One minute remaining.

Hearing this Riker begins to move faster by pulling Jethro up to his feet and Irish whipping him into the ropes.

Jethro reverses the whip and Riker is sent running he comes back.

Brian Rentfro: That Malicious Strike nearly decapitated Jethro!

Riker makes the cover after the Malicious strike connected with a resounding thunk to Jethro's chin.

One.. Two... Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match and NEEEEWWW PWA Television Champion... Jonathan Riker!

Brian Rentfro: Holy! Riker just beat the man who defeated Phoenix mere weeks ago!

Jon McDaniel: This could force some major changes in the PWA, with whom may rise to the top very soon!

Bubba J vs El Rey de Corazones

Rebel Pro vs PWA


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit, and is an inter promotional match between Rebel Pro and Pioneer Wrestling Association. The match will be under Rebel Pro rules

"Alcohol" by The Dropkick Murphy’s queues up in the speakers and from the back walks The Ragin' Redneck Bubba J.

Eric Emerson: Representing Rebel Pro, from Lenox Georgia, he stands at 6 feet 2 inches, he weighs in at 250 pounds... he is the Ragin' Redneck... Bubba J!

Bubba climbs into the ring and gives the fans a middle finger for their attendance.

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 Muñeira on stage before El Rey begins dancing a Bolero down the ramp as Rosa follows tossing flowers
out to the crowd.

When they reach the bottom of the ramp Rey turns and takes the bouquet (Which is all roses now) from Montaña and then proceeds 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.

DING DING

Bubba J charges at El Rey taking down the King of Hearts with a clothesline. Bubba J turns around mounting El Rey with a Lou Thesz press and begins to pound away at his temples with a flurry of right and lefts. El Rey rolls Bubba J over and now the two of them are throwing rights and lefts at each other paying no attention to what is going on around them. They roll under the bottom rope and are on the floor, Bubba J lifts a knee into El Rey's crotch and he stops throwing right hands. Bubba J with a right to El Rey's temple and the King of Hearts is knocked off of Bubba J. The Ragin' Redneck is looking under the ring for something and pulls out a steel chair.

Brian Rentfro: I don't know this guy very well, but I love the way he is working.

Jon McDaniel: Why? He has no talent, all he knows is weaponry.

Bubba J turns around, El Rey with a superkick that throws the chair into Bubba J's face. Bubba J is busted open early in this match. El Rey with a springboard from the railing taking Bubba down with a springboard bulldog. El Rey begins to pound Bubba with right handed punches and then a few left handed ones for good measure. Lifting him up to his feet, El Rey Irish whips Bubba J into the ringsteps and the metal steps go flying as he hits them head on. El Rey is dominating the match now and he knows it, he doesn't like to use weapons, but the words from his opponent have gotten under his skin. Bubba stands up, blood flowing from his forehead and nose. Turning around he is caught with a shot from a steel chair and he goes down once again. El Rey lifts Bubba back up to his feet and grabbing his trunks, Bubba pulls El Rey into the ringpost, the King of Hearts' head bouncing off the post with a loud smack. Bubba J with a clothesline takes him down to the floor. Bubba is reaching under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick with thumbtacks glued on its surface. Walking over to El Rey the Ragin' Redneck brings it down once, twice, three times and it shatters into a dozen pieces; he throws it away.

Jon McDaniel: This guy is sick and sadistic.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, isn't it great? El Rey is so overrated.

Lifting El Rey up to his feet, Bubba drapes his throat across the railing blocking El Rey's windpipe momentarily. Bubba charges at El Rey, back body drop sends him up and over into the crowd. Bubba J lands on a few fans but gets back to his feet quickly. El Rey leans on the railing, his back to Bubba J, and tries to catch his breath. *THWACK!* El Rey gets nailed by a chair shot and falls down to the floor. Climbing back over the railing, Bubba nails El Rey with the chair repeatedly tearing a rip in El Rey's mask. Blood is now pouring out of the mask and this seems to satisfy Bubba. He walks over to a fan at ringside and rips the cup of beer out of their hand, he drains it in one big gulp.

Brian Rentfro: Can you believe this guy? He is awesome!

Jon McDaniel: He uses weapons, that is all he knows.

*THWACK!* some of the beer pours from Bubba's mouth as he is hit with the steel chair. *THWACK!* another chair shot, the back of Bubba's head is busted open and begins to pour blood as well. El Rey sets up the steel chair, uses it for a springing board, and catches Bubba in the temple with a spinning roundhouse kick sending him over the railing and back into the crowd. Bubba J takes out about ten fans as he lands among them, they are loving it though. They are bloody, the floor is bloody, Bubba J and El Rey are bloody, hell every thing seems to be bloody. El Rey pulls Bubba J up to his feet, right hand to the temple from El Rey. Left hand to Bubba J's eye, right hand to the temple and Bubba is woozy from the blood loss and the punishment from El Rey. El Rey with a knee to the midsection, high knee lift to the face, a repeated knee lift into the face and Bubba J is unconscious on his feet. Irish whip into the guard railing, it bends but doesn't break. El Rey charges lifting a knee into Bubba's throat, he coughs and falls to the side. Bubba in a side headlock, right hand to the forehead and El Rey is trying to rip open Bubba J's flesh further and make him lose more blood.

Jon McDaniel: El Rey trying to take Bubba J out with large amounts of blood loss.

Brian Rentfro: He is cheating! Look at the underhanded tactics of El Rey.

Bubba swings out weakly, El Rey catches it, smashing Bubba's face into the concrete with a modified arm bar takedown. El Rey grinds Bubba's face into the rough concrete, doing his best to open him up further. He stands up grabbing the dented steel chair from earlier, he brings it down on the back of Bubba's head and opens that wound up a little bigger. He tosses the steel chair down, away from the fans, and lifts Bubba J back up to his feet. Knee lift into the face and a suplex over the railing back to the ringside area. El Rey asks a fan to move just for a second and leaps from the chair to the railing, balances, and hits a springboard cannonball onto Bubba's midsection that drives the wind out of Bubba in a whoosh. Irish whip to Bubba and a miraculous reversal sends El Rey running towards the apron. Springboard backflip takes Bubba back down. No! a counter into a piledriver takes them both down to the floor. It being Rebel rules, there is no count out, no disqualification, but that doesn't mean it is a falls count anywhere match; pins must be made inside that ring. El Rey is the first to begin moving slowly and Bubba J rolls over to get up to his feet two. El Rey is using the ring apron, Bubba is using the railing. They both get up at nearly the same time and turn to face each other. Both charge and immediately begin exchanging rights and lefts like they did earlier. Boot to El Rey's midsection and Trailer Park Trash! El Rey is down to Bubba's finisher out of nowhere. But Bubba isn't rolling El Rey into the ring, he is searching under the ring and pulling out a table? Yes, he is pulling out a table and sliding it into the ring. But he isn't finished yet, he is pulling out a sheet of plate glass and sliding it into the ring as well, but he also is pulling out a bucket of... thumbtacks?! He sits the bucket under the bottom rope and rolls inside the ring where he sets up the table and places the plate glass on top of the table. He walks to the ropes, looks down at El Rey, and grabs the bucket of thumbtacks. He pours them on the table and yells out "Rebel Rules!" He climbs through the ropes to the outside and looks at his handiwork inside the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This guy has got to be kidding!

Brian Rentfro: Remember it is Rebel Rules, anything goes.

He turns to El Rey and is sprayed in the face by a fire extinguisher then followed by the fire extinguisher connecting with his nether region. El Rey kips to his feet and clotheslines Bubba with the fire extinguisher taking down the Ragin' Redneck. He rolls into the ring with Bubba J and lifts him up to his feet. Bubba J is trying to fight back with some weak and feeble punches but they don't effect El Rey in the least. He goes to the corner nearest the table and points to it then to Bubba J. The crowd goes wild.

"EL REY! EL REY! EL REY!"

He points to his ear and cups his hand around it.

KING OF HEARTS! KING OF HEARTS! KING OF HEARTS!

El Rey nods, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and pulls Bubba J into a power bomb position and points to the table once again.

El Rey lifts Bubba J up and.. Bubba falls back down, and counters with a back body drop that sends El Rey crashing through the table. El Rey rolls around a bit before Bubba climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives with a axe handle smash, driving glass and tacks into his own body.

ONE... TWO... THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match.... Rebel Pro’s Bubba J!

Jon McDaniel: That was one of the sickest things I've seen. Why did he dive from the top turnbuckle he had already put El Rey through enough.

Brian Rentfro: Because the match was not over and he wanted to make sure he had put El Rey away. Hey, that rhymes... sweet.

Jon McDaniel: Whatever man! Rebel Pro strikes the first blow here in PWA with a win over one of our own! Do you have any idea what this means?

Brian Rentfro: We need better fences!?

Jon McDaniel: Some days, I can’t believe you!

Backstage


The camera turns on backstage showing Toshi Yang looking around as if he is seeking someone out. He continues back stage to the exit and looks around in the parking garage. He stops quickly seeing a strange car. He nudges the camera man to look toward the left. The camera focuses on a Black Corvette Z06, the door opens slowly and a tall slender female steps out of the Corvette. She brushes her long dirty brown hair out of her face and looks around.

Toshi: "It cant be. Her hair is different but that looks just like PWA's very own Fire. Who could she be here to see? Is she returning?"

The woman looks around a few times and gets back into the Z06.

Toshi: "I better go find one of the PWA heads and tell them what I've seen."

Mark McNasty vs Vitaly Petrov

#1 Contendership for I.C Title


Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for a shot at the PWA Intercontinental Championship next week on Rampage!
The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia. 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.

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 long sleeve 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.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings as McNasty and Vitaly lock up in the middle of the ring.. McNasty forces Vitaly down into a headlock but Vitaly powers out and shoves McNasty to the ropes. McNasty bounces off the ropes as Vitaly lowers his head to deliver a back drop but McNasty stops and nails Vitaly with a DDT down to the mat. McNasty covers Vitaly.

1

2

kick out

Brian Rentfro: It is a bit too early for pin attempts!

McNasty picks up Vitaly and scoop slams him down to the mat in front of the corner. McNasty jumps up onto the top rope and moonsaults himself on top of Vitaly and covers.

1

2

kick out

Jon McDaniel: Vitaly is refusing to give in

McNasty is now starting to get frustrated because he can not keep Vitaly down. McNasty picks Vitaly up and whips him into the ropes. McNasty goes for a clothesline but Vitaly ducks it and runs into the ropes and rebounds to nail McNasty with a cross body into a cover.

1

2
2 ¾

shoulder up

Brian Rentfro: That took McNasty by surprise!

Jon McDaniel: There has been a lot of covers in the start of this match.

Vitaly starts stomping McNasty on the mat but McNasty grabs Vitaly’s leg and trips him up. McNasty gets up and low blows Vitaly with a boot as the ref warns him about it.

Brian Rentfro: It looks like McNasty is really frustrated with this match.

McNasty goes over to pick Vitaly up but suddenly Vitaly rolls up McNasty as the ref counts.

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2

2 ¾

kick out

Jon McDaniel: Once again Vitaly pulled a surprise pin out of nowhere and nearly won the match!

Brian Rentfro: That just goes to show that McNasty could dominate this whole match but one surprise move by Vitaly can end it if McNasty is not careful!

McNasty gets mad and really takes it out on Vitaly with kicks, stomps and punches. McNasty picks Vitaly up and super kicks him through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This could get dangerous!

McNasty rams Vitaly’s head into the steel steps. McNasty whips Vitaly into the steel railing but the force of the whip causes Vitaly to bounce back out and catch McNasty with a vicious clothesline and nearly takes McNasty’s head off. Vitaly picks up McNasty and rolls him into the ring and covers.

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2

kick out

Vitaly goes to the apron and climbs up onto the top rope as McNasty gets back up. Vitaly goes for a flying cross body on McNasty but McNasty catches him in mid air and brings him down with a painful back breaker. McNasty picks Vitaly up and sits him up on the top rope and nails him with a superplex. McNasty covers Vitaly.

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2

2 ¾

shoulder up

Jon McDaniel: McNasty almost had it won with that superplex

McNasty complains to the ref about a slow count and goes to cover Vitaly again.

1

2

kick out

McNasty complains about another slow count but as he does so Vitaly recovers and spins McNasty around to nail him with a stunner and Vitaly covers McNasty.

1

2

kick out

Jon McDaniel: Vitaly’s trying some different moves to win this thing!
Vitaly goes to pick up McNasty only to receive a low blow followed by a roll up from McNasty as the ref goes down to count.

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2

2 ¾

kick out

Brian Rentfro: The longer this match goes on, the better chance Vitaly has of winning it.

McNasty pounds his fists against the mat in frustration as he picks Vitaly up and sits him up on the top rope. McNasty climbs up with him and tries for a hurricarrana, but Vitaly grabs his feet and jumps, bringing McNasty down into a horrendous power bomb! The ref drops for the count.

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3

Brian Rentfro: Vitaly wins! What a great counter-move!

Jon McDaniel: Vitaly’s back on his feet, moving to leave the ring! Look! McNasty is up! He’s swinging Vitaly around!

Brian Rentfro: What a sore loser!

McNasty and Vitaly stare at each other, and suddenly McNasty extends his hand. Vitaly looks at him for a moment, they shake. Vitaly leaves to the cheering fans and McNasty stands there, alone.

Jon McDaniel: What a great show those two put on!

Brian Rentfro: McNasty should have sucker punched him anyway!

Raizzor vs Viktor Stone

Grudge Match


BACKSTAGE




Grudge Match
Raizzor vs. Viktor Stone


Eric Emerson: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a No Holds Barred match!

The crowd’s reaction is incredible, as they have been anticipating this rematch all month!

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.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

A single gong echoes from the speakers followed by..

Voice: Dead man walking!

You've done it now
You've gone and made a big mistake
and I can't allow, you to think you can just walk away
so turn around, and face the piper you're gonna pay
'cause the end is now
this is gonna be your judgment day

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 285lbs, from Las Vegas, Nevada and accompanied by his wife, Requiem….

From the back, the Soul-Taker Raizzor and his wife Requiem appear on the raised stage and the crowd’s cheering increases. The two stands there silently for a moment, as the electric atmosphere washes over them.

Eric Emerson: He is the Soul-Taker, RAIZZOR!

A cheap shot
that's the way that you play the game
I was blindsided, things will never ever be the same
nice guys, it's said they always finish last
but bad-asses, always kicking asshole's ass

kick it!

Moving into motion, Raizzor leads his wife down the ramp, his eyes never moving from Viktor Stone, pacing in the ring. He walks slowly, letting the words to the music seep in, as a warning to Stone.

You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
there's no forgiveness this time
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
It's my business, your mind

Raizzor caresses his wife’s cheek, then mounts the steps and enters the ring, the music swelling around him as he continues to stare down Stone, who glares back, unphased.

You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm burning these ones to the ground
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm gonna Bring you down!

As the music fades, Raizzor cracks his knuckles, pacing on his own side of the ring, awaiting the call of the bell from the referee. The ref, seeing both competitors ready, signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and the two men circle each other, cautious about making the first move. Raizzor and Stone then hook up in a classic collar and elbow tie up, but before Raizzor can take advantage, Stone drives his knee into Raizzor’s gut and then hip tosses him to the canvas. Stone reaches down, but Raizzor jabs him in the throat with his fingers. As Stone backs up, clutching his throat, Raizzor stands and goes for a clothesline. Stone ducks, and drop toe holds Raizzor down. Stone then drives an elbow into Raizzor’s back, and pulls him up by the hair. Raizzor lifts his arms between Stone’s and breaks his hold.. then Raizzor hits three hard punches and scoop slams Stone down.

Brian Rentfro: A technical start by both men, you would almost think this was a normal match.

Raizzor then picks up Stone and whips him into the corner. Raizzor moves in, but Stone kicks at Raizzor, causing him to back up. Stone then lunges forward and hits a clothesline on Raizzor, sending him hard to the mat. Turning, Stone grabs Raizzor’s legs and tosses him over in a sunset flip. Raizzor collides with the ropes, springing him backwards. Stone rolls out of the ring and flips up the apron and starts pulling out all kinds of weapons; garbage cans, lids, a stop sign, fire extinguisher.. and more. He slides back in, lifting up a trash can to smash onto Raizzor. Sensing trouble, Raizzor rolls quickly out to the other side of the ring. Stone follows, but Raizzor reaches in and pulls his feet out from under him. Stone falls hard, the trash can nearly missing his head.

Jon McDaniel: Well, now it’s gonna get violent.!!

Raizzor reaches down and pulls out his own set up weapons. Eyeing Stone as he crawls to his feet, Raizzor lifts up a kendo stick, and swipes it fast under the ropes and knocks Stone back down. Raizzor then jumps on the apron, ready to get back in when Stone nips up, and sidekicks Raizzor off the edge of the ring. Raizzor tumbles, rolling onto the steel ramp leading up to the stage. Stone jumps out of the ring, carrying the stop sign and slams it against Raizzor’s head. He goes for another shot, but Raizzor drop kicks Stone back against the ring. Raizzor then grabs Stone and pulls him over to the steel steps, and slams his face down onto them. In pain, Stone stumbles backwards and Raizzor hits a strong knife edge chop. Eyes wide in pain, Stone tries to deflect Raizzor’s next assault, but the Soul-Taker is on a roll. Raizzor delivers another hard shot, and as Stone reels, Raizzor grabs a trash can lid and hits him over the head.

Brian Rentfro: Now this is getting good!!

Raizzor grabs Stone by the hair and pulls him close, hooking his arm over Stone, Raizzor tries to lift him up to suplex him onto the steel ramp. Stone, however, reverses the hold and delivers a devastating suplex on Raizzor. Right against the ring. Raizzor’s back collides with the edge of the ring and he falls to the matted concrete floor hard.

Jon McDaniel: OUCH! That move could cost Raizzor the whole match! He looks terrible!

Stone grabs Raizzor and tosses his limp form back into the ring. Stone then climbs quickly to the top turn buckle and jumps, coming down onto Raizzor with a huge elbow. Stone scrambles over Raizzor for the cover…

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Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Stone scores the first near fall! He’s serious to put an end to Raizzor fast here!

Stone stands, pulling Raizzor up. Stone hooks Raizzor and lifts him for another suplex, but Raizzor wiggles out and lands on his feet behind Stone. Raizzor grabs him by the head and slams him to the mat with a reverse neck breaker! Raizzor then grabs another trash can and slams it hard down into Stone’s stomach. Gasping, Stone tries to roll away, but Raizzor repeatedly smashes the can over Stone, following him to the ropes. Stone grabs the ropes and uses them for leverage and kicks Raizzor in the gut, pushing him back. With only a moments chance to recoup, Stone pulls himself to his feet, turns and as Raizzor rushes in, he pulls the ropes down and Raizzor tumbles outside.

Jon McDaniel: A smart move by Stone, this will give him a chance to rest.

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor took a serious fall to the outside there. Even Requiem looks concerned!

Indeed, Raizzor is grasping his knee, wincing in pain. Stone sees this, and with a grin, jumps outside to do more damage. As he lands on the floor, Requiem shouts at him and he turns her way. Raizzor suddenly stands, his leg fine and punches Stone hard, sending him backwards. Raizzor moves in, ready to do more damage, but Stone is ready. Stone lifts Raizzor up and tries to bash his face on the protective barrier but Raizzor grabs the barrier, then bashes Stone's face into it. As he staggers back Raizzor kicks Stone in the stomach and he buckles over. Raizzor suplexes Stone onto the barrier. Stone's back arches and he falls onto his shoulders in the ringside area. Raizzor grabs Stone and tosses him into the ring. Raizzor moves in and picks him up and he whips him into the ropes and, on the way back, catches him in a belly-to-belly suplex. Raizzor goes for the pin.

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Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Close! Raizzor is getting more and more aggressive!

Raizzor picks him up but Stone elbows him in the stomach. As Raizzor buckles over Stone lifts him up and sidewalk slams him. He holds his leg and locks him in an ankle hold. Raizzor flails his arms around trying to get a rope but he can't. He kicks Stone in the face, suddenly, dropping him to the mat. Raizzor picks him up and sets him up for a Russian leg sweep. Stone elbows him in the side, turns around and takes Raizzor down with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Raizzor is up on his knees in a flash holding his face. Stone gets in front of Raizzor and starts hammering his face Raizzor falls onto his back. Stone runs into the corner and climbs up top. He does a frog splash, but Raizzor gets his knees up and Stone bounces off him, holding him stomach.

Jon McDaniel: That high risk maneuver failed!! This could be costly!

Raizzor gets up and picks Stone up. He whips Stone into the corner. Raizzor runs up in front of him and sets him up on top. Raizzor heaves him down for a massive superplex. Raizzor rolls over and makes the cover.

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Kick Out!!

Brian Rentfro: SO close! That may have cost Stone, but somehow he got his shoulder up!

Raizzor stalks behind Stone, watching, waiting and as Stone rises, he turns just in time to get a hard spear from Raizzor, who covers Stone!

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3/kickout!!

Jon McDaniel: He got him again!!!!

Brian Rentfro: NO! The ref is calling it off, Stone JUST made it out!!!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor doesn’t look pleased, but he’s not holding back!

Raizzor pulls Stone up, but Stone grabs Raizzor and pulls him over into a small package pinfall!

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kick out!

Brian Rentfro: What presence of mind!! Stone nearly got him there!

Raizzor gets himself upright as Stone stands and the two collide in a heated war in the center of the ring. Stone tries to arm bar Raizzor. Raizzor reverses the move and pulls Stone's arm up behind his back. Stone tries to break free, but Raizzor just keeps applying pressure. Finally, Stone drops to his knees, forcing Raizzor to drop with him. Stone turns his body outward and is able to take some pressure off the arm. Raizzor, however, grabs Stone by the throat and pulls him back to his feet. Raizzor then knees Stone in the gut, and then swiftly delivers a leg drop to the back of Stone's head; dropping him to the mat. Raizzor then picks up Stone and scoops him up into a power slam, but Stone slides down Raizzor's back and kicks him in the back of the leg. Raizzor stumbles forward, and Stone runs past him, using the ropes he comes back but gets met with a boot to the face! Raizzor angrily grabs Stone by the hair, and pulls him back to his feet. Stone however, kicks again, hitting Raizzor in the shin. Raizzor stumbles back-wards and Stone hits a nice drop kick, and sends the Soul-Taker into the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor dominated there, but Stone’s coming back!!

Stone presses the attack, by hitting some hard knife-edge chops to Raizzor's chest. Stone then whips Raizzor across the ring, but it's reversed and it's Stone that hits the ropes. He bounces off, and comes back only to get caught by Raizzor and slammed to the mat with a vicious Choke-Slam.

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor is giving it his all, he is going insane on Stone!!

Raizzor pulls Stone up, But Stone knees Raizzor, causing him to kneel over. Stone then violently pounds Raizzor with double axe handle to the back, trying to pound the big man into down into the canvas. Raizzor goes down to a knee so Stone pulls back and tries a field goal kick, snapping Raizzor's head back. Raizzor is whipped into the ropes and Stone catches him in a sleeper hold. Despite his best efforts, Raizzor can't seem to make the ropes. Stone squeezes, applying harsh pressure under the chin.. effectively choking Raizzor.

Jon McDaniel: Stone is turning that into a chokehold!!

Brian Rentfro: Very legal in this match.

Stone let’s his body drop, and it pulls Raizzor down. Stone pulls and squeezes, and his face is contorted in rage as he tries to put Raizzor out. The ref checks his arm..

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Stone pulls back harder

2!

Raizzor shivers in his grasp! Raizzor stops his arm, barely. The ref waves it off and orders Stone to break the hold!

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor is unmoving!

Jon McDaniel: Stone can’t be disqualified here, even though he won’t break the hold on Raizzor!

Brian Rentfro: Hey!! He’s moving!!!

Raizzor turns over, propping himself on his hands and knees as the ref still tries to get Stone to break the hold. Raizzor tries to stand, his knees wobbly when suddenly Stone is there and slams his foot into Raizzor’s gut!

Jon McDaniel: Was that smart??? Stone may have had the win there!!

Brian Rentfro: A calculated risk.. he now has the upper hand on Raizzor for sure.

Indeed, Stone continues to blast Raizzor in the kidneys with his foot.. driving the Soul-Taker into the corner. Stone pulls Raizzor up, and pushes his arms over the ropes. Stone then jabs at Raizzor a few times, keeping him disoriented. Stone then turns, grabs the kendo stick in the ring and as Raizzor stumbles out, he cracks it over his head. Raizzor wobbles, and Stone drop kicks Raizzor hard, sending him out over the top rope to the floor. Stone jumps out of the ring, reaches under it and grabs a baseball bat. He turns, measures Raizzor who is trying to stand, and swings hard. Raizzor though, ducks and Stone whirls.. Raizzor then rushes forward and spears Stone right against the ringside. Stone gasps in pain, dropping the bat. Raizzor picks the bat up and takes aim, slamming the hard wooden bat into Stone’s stomach. As Stone doubles over, Raizzor jumps and delivers a scissor kick on Stone.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know how much more these two men can take!

Raizzor climbs onto the ring apron and then pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle, he turns, measures Stone and jumps! Stone looks up as Raizzor comes down and catches Raizzor in the midsection with a closed fist. Raizzor falls flat on his face and Stone angrily turns, reaches into the fans, pushing one out of his chair. He scoops the chair up and turns back towards Raizzor, who is pushing himself up. Stone pulls back and swings, and the chair connects to the back of Raizzor’s head.

Brian Rentfro: That’s’ got to be it!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor’s bleeding! He’s been cut open.

Blood begins to trickle down the back of Raizzor’s neck, and Stone circles him, looking for another attack. Raizzor again tries to stand, and Stone delivers another hard blow to Raizzor, and he reels backwards into the steel pole. Stone swings again, but Raizzor ducks and Stone slams into the pole with the chair.. and the buzz rings through his arms. Stone then rushes Raizzor, who sidesteps him and pushes him into the steel steps. Stone slams his knees into the steel and flips over to land roughly on his back. Raizzor steps to the top of the stairs and drives a knee into Stone. Raizzor then picks up Stone and tosses him over the barrier and into the fans. Raizzor follows and the two begin to battle it out among the fans. The ref follows and the three fight up the concrete stairs to the entrances of the arena. Stone kicks Raizzor in the gut and goes for a DDT on the steps, but Raizzor plants his feet and shoves Stone against the frame of the entrance way.

Brian Rentfro: I wondered when this was gonna go back stage!

Jon McDaniel: It’s not! Raizzor’s forcing Stone back down the steps towards the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Of course, this is not a falls count anywhere match! He has to get Stone in the ring to finish this!

Both men fight viciously, falling over the barrier, back to ringside and Stone throws Raizzor into the ring. He jumps on the apron and actually springs over the top, diving on top of Raizzor! The two men roll on the mat, trading punches. Stone winds up on top and starts pounding Raizzor's face with rights and lefts. Raizzor kicks a low blow to free himself, then rolls out of the ring. Raizzor paces at ringside, trying to shake the cobwebs. But Stone is having none of it! He comes at Raizzor with a baseball slide, knocking the Soul-Taker into the security railing. Raizzor tries to move away on his hands and knees, but Stone grabs an ankle, lifts it in the air and drops Raizzor hard on his knee. Raizzor is clutching his knee and rolling on the ground. Stone looks to the steel ring steps. He picks them up and lifts them high over his head, then turns to face Raizzor. Raizzor was faking and jumps up, then dropkicks Stone in the stomach. Stone hits the ground and the steps fall down on his chest and head!

Brian Rentfro: OUCH!

Jon McDaniel: That about sums that up!

Raizzor picks up the steps and rams them into the leg of Stone! Raizzor bashes his opponent in the head with the steps, then pulls a ladder out from underneath the ring. The crowd reacts loudly, as a ladder always means carnage! Raizzor puts Stone's legs in between the legs of the ladder. Stone is starting to get up, so Raizzor kicks him in the head and then climbs onto the ring apron. Raizzor then jumps and stomps on the ladder right on top of Stone's legs!

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor is trying to disable Stone.

Jon McDaniel: When you take away a man’s ability to stand, you take away his power, simple enough!

Raizzor pulls the ladder off a hurting Viktor Stone and slides it into the ring, then pulls Stone up and slides him in, near the ring post. Raizzor stays outside the ring, grabs on to Stone's ankles and crotches him on the ring post! Now Raizzor locks on a ring post figure four leg lock! Stone is sitting up and screaming in agony! Stone is looking for any way at all to break the hold, but there isn't anything. He finally grabs on to the ropes and tries pulling himself up. This is a tremendous show of upper body strength as Stone is pulling not only his own weight, but also the weight of Raizzor! Raizzor let's go of the hold, but when Stone tries standing, his leg buckles and he collapses to the mat. Raizzor rolls into the ring, Stone is on his hands and knees, trying to stand. Raizzor sends him crashing back to the mat with a double axe handle to the back, then kicks Stone to roll him over. Raizzor climbs up top and comes down with a Guillotine Leg Drop, but Stone gets his knees up in the nick of time! Raizzor rolls on the mat, clutching his leg.

Brian Rentfro: Lucky counter by Stone!

Jon McDaniel: He has Raizzor is just as bad shape as him down, the playing field is even!

Raizzor is up on his feet again, but he's limping and the blood from his wound is trailing down his face. He grabs the ladder and leans it up in the corner opposite Stone. Now Raizzor pulls Stone up to his feet. He's none too steady, but Raizzor props him up before whipping him across the ring, face first into the ladder! Stone is busted open. He staggers back, Raizzor tries for a dropkick, but Stone sidesteps. As Raizzor is getting up, Stone grabs a front face lock...he snap suplexes Raizzor into the ladder. Raizzor is stuck upside down on the ladder, his legs tangled in the rungs. Stone gets to his feet, holding the rope to steady himself while the blood flows freely, beginning to cover his face. Raizzor tries to free himself, but Stone kicks at his hands and puts the boots to him. Stone rolls out of the ring and pulls up the ring apron and brings out a second ladder! He slides it into the ring and follows!

Brian Rentfro: This isn’t a ladder match, there’s nothing to climb for!

Jon McDaniel: None the less, they make great weapons and props for some vicious spots!

Raizzor is still struggling to free his leg, but it looks like it is caught between the ladder and the ropes. Stone picks up the ladder and runs toward Raizzor holding the other ladder as a battering ram. Raizzor tries to move, but is too late! Raizzor's chest is bright red and purple where the ladder just hit. Stone steps back and has another run with the battering ram. Raizzor must be out cold, his arms are dangling under his head, fingertips brushing the mat.

Brian Rentfro: Holy crap! Raizzor is just a piece of hanging meat now!

Jon McDaniel: Stone can pretty much tenderize him, and be done with it!

Brian Rentfro: Suuuure, follow up my pun with a better one!

Stone drops the other ladder under Raizzor, then climbs out to the ring apron and heads up to the top turnbuckle. Stone jumps to the top of the ladder and rides it all the way down, sandwiching Raizzor between them! Stone pulls the top ladder off Raizzor and kicks him out of the ring. Raizzor is lying on the ground at ringside, while in the ring, Stone sets up the ladder. He begins the long climb up the ladder, slowly, his legs still weak.

Jon McDaniel: What in hell is Stone planning!?

Brian Rentfro: I don’t like the .. oh, who am I kidding, this is going to be awesome!

It seems Stone is planning a suicide launch from near the top of the ladder to Raizzor outside, but as he tries to position himself, Requiem jumps up on the apron between him and Raizzor. She gives him a deadly glare, not showing any sign of fear where she now stands. Stone roars at her, waving her to move, warning he’ll plunge on her as well! The momentary distraction is enough, however, as Raizzor gets to his feet and wobbles away from the danger zone, trying to get his balance back.
Jon McDaniel: Requiem just saved her husband!


Stone drops to the canvas, his leg still pained, but stalks to Requiem and gets in her face! They argue heatedly for a moment, and Stone actually rears back to hit her! However, he notices Raizzor crawling into the ring and turns to stalk him instead, when Requiem slaps him across the face! Stone spins, enraged, but the sultry vixen has jumped off the apron, backing up the ramp waving smartly. Stone spins, and gets speared by Raizzor!

Brian Rentfro: Requiem with a necessary distraction, biding Raizzor some time!

Raizzor crawls over to Stone and applies an ankle lock submission. He's right back to his plan of working the legs and feet of Stone. Stone is in obvious pain, struggling for the ropes to try and get some leverage to pull himself either up or right out of the ring. Raizzor tries to get to his feet and falls backwards, dragging Stone back to the middle of the ring, but he didn't drop the hold.
Raizzor finally releases the hold and goes to set up the ladder. Raizzor is having problems standing on his own, and he's favoring his left shoulder, but he manages to get the ladder up. He starts the climb up, but he's taking a long time, this match has clearly taken its toll on him.

Brian Rentfro: What is Raizzor planning here? This is so not a wise move!

Raizzor, apparently aiming for a top of the ladder leg drop, is caught by Stone, who, jumping to his feet, pushes one of Raizzor’s legs to the inside of the ladder, effectively catching the Soul-Taker’s jewels on the steel step!

Jon McDaniel: Mirrored images of pain from both Raizzor and his wife!

Brian Rentfro: No matter the outcome, they won’t be celebrating tonight!

Stone climbs the other side of the ladder, and pulls Raizzor up. He tries lifting Raizzor up, but can't quite do it. He tries again to the shock of the crowd, Viktor Stone suplexes Raizzor from the top of the ladder and both men crash devastatingly to the canvas!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Jon McDaniel: I’m inclined to agree with them!

Brian Rentfro: Me.. too!

Both men are motionless on the mat and the crowd is cheering both of them on big time! Requiem is next to the canvas, shouting words of encouragement to her husband and the ref begins a necessary ten count.

Jon McDaniel: I know this is no holds barred, but if neither can answer the call by ten, the ref will have to call the match off!

Brian Rentfro: No one wants to see that!

As the ref reaches eight, Stone actually moves first a bit, as he rolls to his side, breathing hard and the blood cascading down his forehead. At nine, he grabs the ropes but notices Raizzor doing the same… the ref stops the count, though he COULD have hit ten easily, giving both men the props to be moving at all!

Jon McDaniel: The ref exercised restraint, and the crowd loves it!

Stone and Raizzor stand, and both wobble as if standing on a ship at sea in a hurricane, and they bump into each other. Stone swings, Raizzor ducks and lifts Stone up with his shoulder, forcing him to the ropes! Raizzor grabs Stone, whips him across the ring, but Stone reverses it! Raizzor hits the ropes, comes back, ducks a clothesline from Stone, connects with the opposite ropes and flies off with a flying clothesline, connecting with Stone and sending them both to the canvas!

Brian Rentfro: They’re down again!

The ref counts again, but at six, Raizzor sits up, much to the delight of the crowd and Requiem at ringside! He stands, wiping the blood from his face, breathing through his mouth to get as much oxygen as he can. Stone, rolling to his feet, doesn’t see Raizzor in time, and the Soul-Taker scoops Stone up and over… and hits the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!

Jon McDaniel: It’s OVER!

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3/Shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: NO! Stone got the shoulder up, the ref isn’t calling for the bell!

Raizzor’s eyes are wide, he looks exasperated and drags Stone to his feet. Raizzor wastes no time, scooping Stone up again, but he gets him up too high and Stone actually breaks free, falling behind Raizzor and counters, connecting with the Body Bag..Bitches! The crowd is on it’s feet, shocked, as Stone drops and drapes an arm over Raizzor, too exhausted for anything else.
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3/Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: You gotta be kidding me!

Brian Rentfro: Both men just survived the best the other has to offer! This match is incredible!

Stone rolls to his back, his hands over his face, shaking his head in disbelief. What must he do to put the Soul-Taker down and bury his childhood nightmares!? Raizzor coughs as he rolls to his side, staring at the Beast, questioning what it must take to kill the wounded animal?!? Both men stumble to their feet, each wiping the blood from their crimson stained forehead, and they meet in the center, trading lefts and rights and the entire arena of fans are on their feet, screaming the count as both men give to each other everything they have left! Ten punches each, traded, before Stone gets under Raizzor, comes behind him and tries for the BBB again. But too close to the ropes, and Raizzor grips the top rope and Stone drops like.. well, a stone, to the canvas. Raizzor turns and presses back to the ropes, gaining momentum and drops a big leg drop over Stone. He covers.

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Shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: As dead as both men are, I’m surprised that didn’t finish it there.

Raizzor coughs, painfully and turns and mounts the turnbuckle. At the top, he drags his thumb across his throat, aims and flies. Guillotine Leg Drop from the top rope, and it connects on the weary Viktor Stone! However, the impact bounces Raizzor away from Stone, and he is too tired to move to make the cover
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Jon McDaniel: That was a suicide move, and both men again, are barely answering the ten count.

Requiem is on the ring apron, stomping the canvas and willing Raizzor to rise. He does, slowly, but Stone is behind him. Stone grabs Raizzor and throws him into the ropes! He bounces off and stops in front of Stone, grabbing him by the throat! CHOKE-SLAM!

Brian Rentfro: Oh man, it’s over for sure!

Raizzor growls and pulls Stone up and turns him over for the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker but Stone kicks his legs and shifts his body, landing behind Raizzor and he shoves him towards the rope and Requiem! Requiem gasps, she’s in his way and it forces the Soul-Taker to halt hard, lest he knock his wife off the apron. She drops fast, her eyes wide, realizing her grave error but the momentary distraction is enough and Stone rushes in and grabs Raizzor and hits the B-B-B again! With the last breath he has, Stone hooks the leg!

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3!

DING DING DING!

Brian Rentfro: Stone Wins! Stone Wins!

Jon McDaniel: He struck the killing blow at the right moment!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Viktor “The Beast” Stone!

Stone rolls to the corner, unable to get his footing, exhausted beyond belief. Raizzor lays there, eyes peering at the lights above, his body unwilling to move. Requiem slides in, looking angry at herself, not Stone and she hovers over her husband to check on him.

Brian Rentfro: I wonder how Raizzor will deal with this. He could have had the match won!

Jon McDaniel: She made a rookie error, getting that involved, and it cost the Soul-Taker the match. All the credit to Stone, he took what Raizzor had and survived to make good on the distraction!

Requiem whispers to her husband, willing strength back to him. Stone, however, has stood, sees her and stalks over. He grabs her and pulls her to his feet, remembering what she did earlier. He spins her towards the corner, shouting at him.

Jon McDaniel: Hey now! There is no reason to accost Requiem!

Brian Rentfro: She brought it on herself, from earlier!

He has her in the corner, yelling, and Requiem glares back defiantly, little fear in her eyes and this just causes Stone’s face to change to purple as his rage intensifies. Behind him, to the roar of the crowd, Raizzor sits up, his head spinning to Stone and his wife.

Jon McDaniel: Oh hell.

Stone lowers himself and presses into Requiem, glaring and ready to strike. Requiem, however, spits in his face and Stone takes a step back, appalled. That step is enough, and he gets spun by Raizzor, scooped up and planted into the center of the ring with the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!

Brian Rentfro: Sure, get him when his back’s turned!

Jon McDaniel: Brian! He was just protecting his wife.

Standing, Raizzor glares down to Stone, the turns slowly to his wife. With him, she does look placid, placating herself to him for her error. Raizzor sighs, and taking Requiem’s hand, escorts her out of the ring and the couple walks up the ramp, as the cheers from the fans wash over them. She leans to him and he embraces her, showing forgiveness and the couple disappears backstage.

Brian Rentfro: Bah… he’s too nice.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor? Nice!? Whatever Jon. Stone has won the match, gotten some much needed redemption and motivation to return to the main event ranks. But the question is now; will Raizzor allow this, or will he seek his OWN brand of retribution!?

Brian Rentfro: Well, you know a Sommers Brother; they never let anything rest, till they get what they want!

Hunter Sullivan vs Jacob Figgins

Who's The Man!? FINALS


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 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 first from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN"

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

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

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

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

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

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

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

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

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

"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.

Figgins seats himself against the second turnbuckle of the south east corner. His green eyes focus upon the form of Hunter. Leaning against the turnbuckle diagonally across the ring from Figgins, Hunter makes it seem as if he doesn’t even notice the gaze from Figgins, instead he plays to the crowd, getting some jeers mingled with cheers. Paul London looks over to both men, before raising his arm to the time keeper, telling him to start the match.

DING DING!

Figgins is the first to wander to the center of the ring, keeping his body low. Hunter follows suit, standing up, in a more confidant stance. Both men finally meet in the center and test each other with a collar elbow tie up. Figgins quickly maneuvers himself out of it and grabs a hold of Hunter’s left arm, working it with an arm wrench. Hunter rolls forward to get out of the hold and tries to take Figgins to the matt with an arm wrench of his own. However, on the way down, Figgins rolls forward, doing a slight head stand before landing on his feet and reapplying his original arm wrench. Figgins slips behind Hunter, turning the arm wrench into a hammerlock. Hunter struggles for a second to get out of the hold, before he finally drops down and hits a drop toe hold on Figgins, taking him to the mat. Hunter hovers over the body of Figgins and attempts to lock in a grounded headlock, but Figgins rolls to the side. He grabs a hold of Hunter’s left arm and rolls yet again, wrenching Hunter’s arm and making him collapse to the mat. Figgins applies another hammerlock on the grounded Hunter, he then raises his left knee high and brings it down upon Hunter’s arm. Quickly, Figgins brings down yet another knee. Figgins leans down, applying more pressure on the hold, but Hunter eases the pressure by raising himself on his knees. Figgins gets to his feet , letting Hunter get to a vertical base, only to bring him back down with a headlock takeover. Hunter quickly applies a head scissors as a counter, Figgins rolls out of it back to his feet, and Hunter soon after. Hunter applies a headlock take down, taking Figgins to the mat. This time Figgins counters by applying a head scissors. Hunter kips up to get out of the hold before both men get back to their feet.

Jon McDaniel: ”Fig and Hunter start out working over the mat and each others arms.”

Brian Rentfro: “Figgy seeming to have the advantage in the technical opening actually.”

Both men catch their breaths as the crowd cheers the wrestling clinic. Soon a double chant starts to echo throughout the arena. “Let’s go Hunter, Let’s go Figgy” Both men take time to pander to the crowd to try and get a louder following than the other. The results are dead even as both men begin to orbit each other before meeting once more in a collar elbow tie up. Hunter slips behind Figgins and applies a waist lock. Figgins hands shoot down to the left wrist of Hunter as he tries to loosen the hold. In which he succeeds, taking a hold of Hunter’s arm and slips behind him applying another hammerlock. Hunter raises his free arm and wraps it around Figgins’ neck. Hunter jumps up causes them both to hit the mat rolling. Figgins bounces off the southern ropes and charges toward Hunter, who drops to the mat. Figgins rebounds off the opposite ropes only to have Hunter jump over him. Hunter charges to Figgins, who also jumps right over him. Hunter wheels around and kicks Figgins in the gut and then whips him into the southwest turnbuckle. But before Figgins could collide with the corner, he grabs top rope and floats right over the charging Hunter. “The Viper” Wheels around to try and get back on the offensive , but meets the left knee of Figgins in the gut. Hunter doubles over and gets struck by an elbow to the face. Hunter staggers and uses the ropes to support himself. Figgins whips Hunter into the opposite ropes and on the rebound, lifts him up for a sidewalk slam. Hunter however, uses Figgins arm as a bar to flip out of it landing back upon his feet. Figgins wheels around hitting a DISCUS LARIA-HUNTER DUCKS! Figgins nearly lost balance from missing his target, but catches himself on the ropes. Hunter smirks and nails Figgins with a LARIATO SENDING HIM OVER THE ROPES~!

Jon McDaniel:’ nice lariat send Figgins packing over the ropes in a crash.”

Brian Rentfro:” Hunter should be able to grab the advantage from here after such a shot.”

Figgins lays dazed on the floor as Paul London stands at the end of the ring, starts the count. Hunter shuffled across the ring in a cocky fashion, feeling pretty good about himself.

ONE!..

TWO!...

THREE!

Figgins finally manages to get his bearings back together and pulls himself back to his feet. At the count of Four, Figgins slides in under the bottom rope, only to back out of the ring to avoid a stomp from Hunter. Figgins tapped the side of his temple, telling Hunter he telegraphed that. Hunter backs up to the center of the Ring, as Paul London restarts the count.

Jon McDaniel: ” Hunter misses out of the stomp, as Fig out smarts the Viper here in the early goings.”

ONE!

Figgins finally slides back into the ring and jumps to his feet. Figgins raises his right arm, trying to initiate a knuckle tie up with Hunter. “The Viper“, however has a different idea Hunter lands a kick on Figgins’ gut and then whips him into the western ropes. Upon the rebound, Hunter catches Figgins in an arm drag, taking him to the mat. Hunter follows through the arm drag, applying an arm bar. Figgins attempts to kip up and roll through, but Hunter managed to shift his weight to make Figgins roll right back into the arm bar. Figgins attempts another roll through, yet meets the same result as last time. Figgins tries for a third time and this time rolls Hunter’s shoulders onto the mat

ONE!
TWO!

Brian Rentfro: ” I think this is a sign of what’s to come, hunter and Fig know each other well, lots of counters are already hid away in plot.”

Hunter goes into a head stand to break the pin. Figgins cringes at this, the arm bar still applied, Figgins raises his trapped arm. His free arm clutches the right arm of Hunter and Figgins manages to heave Hunter onto his shoulder. Figgins drops back and nails a BAAAACK SUPLEX~!! on Hunter. Both men hit the mat with a sickening thud, Figgins rolls onto his stomach, favoring his arm. Paul London begins to count the knockout and at the count of three, Figgins returns to his feet. Figgins pulls Hunter back to his feet, then throws him into the northern ropes. Upon the rebound, Figgins strikes with a back elbow, knocking Hunter down. Figgins goes for the cover.

ONE!...

TWO

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: “Nice back suplex by the Irishmen as he plants both men harshly on their backs.”

Fig pulls Hunter back to his feet roughly and by his hair, delivering a euro upper cut and pushes the Viper into the turnbuckle. The Celtic fury starts snapping in chops repeatedly reddening the chest of his tag team partner. In form of a receipt Hunter switches up the positions, snapping in his own few chops. Not sticking around with that tactic very long Hunter knees high at Jacob's chest pulling him out and snapping back in suplex. Sullivan backs off letting his fellow G.O.D team mate get to his feet, stalking him over a tad as he rises. At a vertical hunter snaps in with a quickly lock up, not letting Figgy respond he whips up and behind. Holding in a waist lock Fig wakes up a little from his daze and plants a sturdy base. Figgy doesn’t need to worry about a launch, knowing Sullivan like he does, he won’t be pulling out any ger- LAUNCH!

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TH- Kick out and roll through!

Jon McDaniel: ”look at Figgins face, he looks like he just seen a ghost or something,”

Brian Rentfro:” and so he should, that is officially, the second German suplex Hunter has EVER delivered.”

Jon McDaniel: “What’s this kid got against German suplexes?

Brian Rentfro: “nothing, he’s just always done half nelson suplexes instead.”

Hunter pulls Figgy back to his feet where he threatens another launch, a shocked Figgy manages to widen his base, in desperation Figgy launches back a few elbow shot until he is able to break the clasp on his waist. In doing so Fig continues to work the arm, taking it and twirling it in an arm wrench, Sullivan quickly counters with an arm wringer sending Figgy slightly across the ring. Boosting back to their feet they share a look of half impression, and half entertainment. Hunter and Fig move light on their feet, skillfully moving in and grabbing each other in a collar lock up. Sullivan attempts a break away, however, is held in by Figgy, pushing Sullivan to the ground upon his attempt. Figgy gains the first advantage, dropping down and hooking under Sullivan’s arm and head. The front face lock like maneuver Is countered as Hunter, with skill, rolls the two men, causing Figgy to be on his back. From there Hunter breaks the interlocked fingers, pushing out of the hold, and grabbing Figgy in an arm bar. Jacob wastes no time as he moves to his feet, bringing Hunter with him, still in the submission hold. Figgy stands behind Sullivan as they become vertical, because of the way the hold is placed. This positioning also supplies a counter as Figgy pulls his arm back, and sweeps Hunters legs. As Sullivan falls however, he switches up his grip, pulling Figgy overhead with an arm wringer. Fig hits the mat with a roll, returning to his feet with intentions of following up. Sullivan made it to his feet as well turning in time to counter a clothesline attempt, hooking up behind Figgy with a half nelson! Hunter is unable to make the launch as Figgy switched up, grabbing Sullivan in his own reverse waist lock. Sullivan widens his base attempting to break the hold, but is merely lifted off the ground and dropped back down to the side with a take down. Figgy moves around attempting to get a good lock on the arm, but a speedy Hunter rolls and twisted, getting away and back to his feet. Fig and Hunter stood now back to there feet separated, the fans interested in the further exchanges.

Jon McDaniel: “It is really hard to call this action, they are too fast to respond to.”

Brian Rentfro: ”Indeed, but Figs making a slight aim at the arm, while hunter really hasn’t made any body part an intentional focus.”

Finally both men circled to the middle, Figgins with both of his hands balled up into fist lowered toward his waist while Hunter was in more of a defensive stance. To test the waters a tad, Hunter shot towards Figgins. In which the former ‘Next Conspiracy’ side steps easily. They both closed in once more, Figgins slapping the hands of Hunter feigning a lock up. Finally they lock up again in a collar tie up. Hunter was the first to offensive as he forced the left arm into a wrist lock. Hunter twisted Figgins’ arm to put more torque on the lock. Figgy with his free hand tried to poke Hunter in the eyes, however, The Viper managed to glace it off by moving his head with each attempt. Figgins rolled on the mat as a secondary tactic, but seemingly in it goes in vain, Sullivan had the hold in tight. Hunter twirls bringing back the lock, following up he forces Figgins’ arm back bringing his back to the mat. The Viper goes down to one knee keeping the wrist lock locked in. Paul London went on all fours to see if Figgins’s shoulders were on the ground by sliding his hand under his shoulders. Figgy suddenly kipped up, now trying to pry Hunters hands off his wrist while intertwining his leg with his. Finally Figgins let go and decided to use brute force to get out, elbows soon knocked Sullivan right in the face. One elbow, two elbow, rocking the Other G.O.D member. Hunter lets up and lets go, Jacob with his leg still firmly and strategically placed between the leg, quickly rolls forward making Hunter land on his face while Figgins applied a leg bar on his foe. Hunter scrambled around in desperation until he finally got a hold of the bottom rope, forcing a break on the hold.

Jon McDaniel: “clever tactic by Figgy, managing a nice break away from the wrist lock.”

Brian Rentfro: “No one in this match seems to be maintaining any sort of upper hand, just back and forth action.”

Figgins get to his feet while Hunter sits against the ropes, trying to gain life back to his leg, the ref, Paul London between them to make sure Figgins doesn’t try a sneak attack. Jacob backed toward the corner as London went to check on The Viper.. Figgins began to shake his left arm to get the blood flowing back to it properly. Soon Jacob gets back to his stance waiting for Hunter to get to his feet. Once Sullivan is confident in his leg did he stands back to his feet looking across the ring, leaning against the turnbuckle. London is still between both men sticking his hand out in front of Figgins as he paced along the eastern side of the ring. Hunter finally left the corner and started to pace around Figgy. Figgins feigns a shoot to the knees causing Hunter to back away, Jacob grows a smirk. Once again the men go into a tie up and Hunter was quick to turn it into a side headlock. Hunter goes down to one knee and changes it up into a European headlock. Figgins managed to find the strength to get himself back to a vertical base. Jacob sends in some punches’ to Hunter’s ribs giving himself the advantage to push Sullivan off. Hunter bounced off the ropes and attempted a shoulder thrust but it had no effect on the Celtic fury as he remains standing. The shot caused Jacob to taunt telling Hunter to try it again. The enormous ego of the Viper took up the challenge, bouncing off the ropes and shoots towards Figgy. Hunter seemed to have an aim on the leg, however, Figgins simply lifted up his leg causing the attacker to baseball sliding behind him. Jacob laughs harshly at his opponent who tried to outsmart him. Figgins turns around right into a dragon screw from Hunter! Jacob was quick to his feet after the shot, but, was brought to the mat once more by a single leg take down. Hunter is showing an aim for the knee. The Viper grabs Figgins’ right leg and began to torque it until finally Hunter drops an elbow across the knee. Sullivan quickly places Figgins’s leg into a leg lock which causes Figgy to sit up. Jacob attempts to get Hunter off his leg and begin to grind his elbow into Hunters face. Figgins then placed his arms around Sullivan’s neck applying a choke hold while attempting to scissor his legs around Hunter’s midsection. Figgy seemed to be going for possibly a rear naked Choke. Hunter, however, managed to torque Figgins’ arm causing him to lay back.

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Figgins quickly sat up, not wanting to be pinned by a submission hold. The Celtic fury raises his arm trying to apply a dragon sleeper but Hunter torques Figgins’ leg causing him to let off. The Viper gets to his feet and begins to drag Figgins to the middle of the ring by his worked over leg.

Brian Rentfro: “Hunter returns to his infamous working over of the leg as Fig get dragged center stage.”

Jon McDaniel: “Fig knows Hunters strategy as good as anyone, but it really is not all that preventable.”

Hunter then leaps up and lands a leg drop across the knee causing Figgins to writhe! Hunter crossed Figgins legs and held them together with his knee. Figgy sat up and landed a forearm across the temple causing Hunter to lean back slightly. Figgins went to land another but Hunter blocked it and landed a forearm of his own. Jacob laid down looking out of it, Hunter smirked but it was quickly wiped off his face as Figgins sat up once more and landed an elbow across the forehead of his opponent. Hunter regained his senses to land another forearm to Figgins causing him to fall back. Looking like Hunter had finally done Figgins in, he went to stomp on Figgins’ arm. To his misfortune Figgins got his arm out of the way and grabbed Hunter’s free leg, flipping the hold into an octopus stretch hold on Hunter’s legs. Hunter scrambled to the ropes managing to get a hold of it again forcing Figgins to break the hold. Paul London made Figgy back off as he went to check on Hunter a tad. When both men were up they both advanced toward each other with a slight limp. Hunter shot down once more with a single leg trip. Once Figgins back was on the mat, Hunter held Figgins leg straight up and torque it. Which caused Figgy to raise his back slightly. This in turn made Hunter kick the small of his back. Figgins lays back flat on his back once more, he mustered his will to sit up but a leg torque caused him to put his shoulders to the mat.

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Figgins sat up quickly to break the pin, but Hunter continued to work like a surgeon on the leg forcing him back down. With a burst of energy Figgins shot his free leg up landing a stiff kick to the jaw, causing the audience to “ooo” at the impact. That wasn’t enough for Hunter to break his iron grip. Figgins had to break out of the hold, his leg shot up again kicking Hunter in the jaw once more. Still not enough! Figgins shot a leg up one last time, it landing cleanly on the back of Hunter’s head. The hard shot caused him to slump over and loosen the hold. Hunter realized the slack in the hold and locked it back in, however, Figgins flipped to his stomach. Hunter grabbed Figgy’s other leg, at that moment Figgins rolled forward wheel barreling Hunter into a victory roll. 1! 2! Thr-no! Hunter kicked out, both men rolling to their feet. Hunter shoots for Figgins legs again and applied another leg lock. However, Not falling for it yet again, Figgins sat up and applied a head lock on Hunter. London kept his eye on both submissions. Hunter looked to be fading away, he had to get out of this predicament. Sullivan decided to torque on Figgins’ leg once more causing him to loosen the head lock out of pain. Hunter flipped Figgins onto his stomach looking to attempt a Mexican surfboard. However, as Hunter tried to grab his arms, Figgins sat up overpowering Hunter and putting him into a pin.

Jon McDaniel: “I don’t think I ever seen Hunter or Figgy fight someone so fluently, yet Struggle to do so in his PWA career.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Hunter and Figgy are the type men who fight each other in their spare time for a spar, if there are people who know each other as well as these two in the ring, I’d like to meet them.”


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Hunter pushed out of the pin causing both men to separate and move back to their feet once again. Hunter and Figgy starts to circle each other, Sullivan avoids going for a take down, it would be clearly scouted. A lock up soon ensued, Figgy quickly breaks away from one arm and sends the Viper in an Irish whip. Sullivan hit off the ropes and returned to a leap frog, continuing his journey. Hunter rebounds off the ropes once again returning to an attempted kitchen sink. Sullivan counters diving over the knee and pulling Fig down in a school boy roll up. Figgy quickly squirmed, however, Hunter never went for the fatal pin, instead, switch’s up in an attempted single legged Boston crab. The attempt never went far as Figgy pushed the PWA Messiah back with kick’s to the stomach. Hunter staggers back allowing Figgy to return to his feet, back into the ropes and speed forward with a lariat. The shot missed as Hunter ducked under grabbing in a waits lock, a situation Figgy had studied for Hunter. Before any damage could be done Figgy rolls forward grabbing Sullivan’s feet, hooking his own under Hunter’s arms. The victory roll force’s the ref to dive out of the ring and pound a count on the apron, 1...2..Th- no! Hunter push’s out of the roll upward, the men getting back to their feet with speed. Hunter goes to capitalize but is caught with a hard European uppercut for his troubles knocking him to the mat. Figgy quickly drops a knee on the throat! The shot connected perfectly as Figgy headed for the ropes returning with a second knee to the throat, Fig is moving in attempting one of his classic moves the Figgenese (figgin-KNEES). The neck is being damaged further as the neck gets painted a bull’s-eye! Figgy quickly went for the ropes for the last knee, but stopped himself half way as Hunter rolled to the apron to dodge the oncoming brutal and final blow. Jacob returns to the mat and goes back to the target. Hunter is pulled from the apron and brought back to his feet on staggering knees. Fig soon locked Hunter in a cravat wrenching at the neck. Sullivan felt the pain growing and knows he is not getting the best of this situations, he need’s to turn it around in his favor. Hunter soon wrapped his close leg to the worked upon leg, similar to a Russian leg sweep. A few elbows push Fig’s grip off a bit enough to roll forward, tripping Figgy, and placing himself in a position for a knee bar. Sullivan pulls back and stress’s the knee working on his focus point.

Jon McDaniel: “if you haven’t noticed, Hunters neck is being the source of Figs targeting now.”

Brian Rentfro: “This is obviously because of the iron man he Lived through, his neck was pounded in that exchange and is surely still aching.”

Jacob squirms around, he attempts to turn himself and land in some kicks but is unsuccessful. Hunters Knee bar was a solid way to take out the knee. Jacob was forced back to his crawling strategy as his knee is pressured. Figgy soon found himself a way out as his shifted somewhat to a vertical, using his free leg for a boost, and his arms for balance. The challenger pulls Hunter and push’s himself close enough to grab the second rope. Sullivan was, with reluctance was forced to relinquish the hold, soon getting to his feet and backing up away from Figgy. Jacob held his knee as he rolled along the ropes to face his opponent. Hunter started to circle in an almost vulture-like way, stalking the wounded. Jacob decided that he would fight back as he pushed off the ropes into a lock up. Fig breaks away from one arm and applies a wrist lock on Hunter’s left arm. Sullivan quickly rolls forward and sprouts to his feet hooking Figgy in a Northing lights suplex. Jacob is knocked down with the suplex, however, soon recovers to his feet. The Viper capitalizes, sending in a stiff high knee, catching his foe in the lower rib cage. The shot cause’s Figgins to double over and to soon be placed in a textbook front face lock. Both the G.O.D members fight back and forth with the move until Figgins’s manages a counter. The technician unhooks Hunters wrists and twirls out of the hold and moves up into a Hammerlock. Sullivan is hooked into the arm based submission, but last’s there for a short time before mounting his own counter. Sullivan steps a bit to the attacked arm’s side, ducking and shifting back into a counter. The Viper pulls up into his own hammer lock turning the tables on the Irishmen. This table, however, is turned once again. Figgy reaches back with his free arm, managing to get a hold of Sullivan’s hair. With the gelled hair in hand, Fig pulls it forward over his shoulder and drops to his rear, pulling the Viper down into a jawbreaker. Hunter whip lashed back to a vertical, dazed and slightly confused. The Viper is jarred as he catch’s his footing. Jacob is to his feet at this time and takes advantage leaping for a picture perfect dropkick. Figgy landed perfectly as Sullivan staggers back and falls through the second and third ropes to the apron. The champion starts to pull himself up using the colored ropes. Once fully to his feet, Sullivan was in danger as Figgy charged forward with intended harm. Hunter, however, dropped down grabbing the top rope and let Figgy topple over to the outside matting. Fig is quick to his feet from the drop in time to be hit with a SPRING BOARD SHIN KICK!

Brian Rentfro: “brutal kick followed by a brutal crash as both men topple into the barricade at ring-side.”

Jon McDaniel: “it is not often Hunter dives with that move, but these guys are just pushing ever more proof that they are willing to do what they normally wouldn’t to win.”


Sullivan starts to move himself to his feet shaking off his pain, trying to fight back his fatigue. Hunter returns to Figgy, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet, soon rolling him onto the apron. Sullivan push’s him in, following him as he does. Jacob starts staggering to his feet, Hunter makes sure to keep the man grounded as he spurts forward with a knee clip to the aimed knee. Fig collapse’s backwards to his back with a thump, Sullivan happy with his work. Hunter moves to his feet and looks down at a wounded Figgy, a smirk flows up his cheek as he leans forward retrieving both legs. Hunter quickly placed the strong leg behind the weak one, interlocking his hands between the gap made. Sullivan pulls up on Figgy before making the turn over. Texas Clover Leaf!! Figgy starts shifting around in pain as Hunter keeps a somewhat vertical base, a Walls of Jericho like Clover leaf. Figgy starts clawing and crawling at the mat keeping the bottom rope a small distance in front of him in mind, trying to ignore the pain. Sullivan keeps constant pressure making sure to pull hard on the weakened leg. Jacob push’s himself up, in a push up fashion, applying more pain to himself slightly before, rolling himself through Sullivan’s legs!! Sullivan is flung to the ropes where he catch’s himself. Jacob pulls himself up with the ropes staggering slightly on his injury. Hunter moves back to his feet and quickly returns to going after Figgy. Jacob wasn’t able to get away from the stalking Viper whom quickly grabbed his bad leg, pulling him away from the ropes. Jacob hopped on his one good leg as he watched Hunter smirk and raise up his elbow, ENZUGURI!!

Jon McDaniel: “I think Fig might be in the clear, he countered right out of the submission rather quickly, might have saved him from furthering the leg damage.”

Brian Rentfro: “that and Hunter goes down rough with a nice enziguri shot.”

Hunter is knocked hard to the matting as Figgy tries and regain himself. Jacob proceeds to limp around on his leg. It’s now that he needs to focus on Hunters neck and get him out of the match before his knee can be capitalized. Sullivan rolls over on the matt and slowly starts staggering to his feet with a daze, tripping forward into the ropes once to his feet. Jacob follows up on the kick and attacks Hunter from behind, still on his limp. Forearm, forearm, turning him around to lay in more strike’s, left, right, euro, forearm, chop, chop, knee. Figgy quickly takes advantage of his opponent’s dazed and confused state to send him hard into the parallel ropes. Figgy heads off the ropes, bending and awaiting Hunter return. Fig meets his opponent with a stiff Calf kick! Knocking hunter hard onto his back, holding his face in pain. Sullivan shifts to a seated pose Holding his face, Jacob quickly shifts down applying a cravat. Figgy manages to get a good grip on the neck and is now wrenching it hard, He has to weaken Sullivan more. Hunter is in pain as he starts to regain his sense of where the hell he is. Sullivan shifts himself to his knees, pushing himself to a vertical position. Once Hunter is to his feet, Fig lets go and heads to, and bounces off the ropes. The Irishman returns straight to Hunter attempting to crush his throat with a LARIAT-NO. Sullivan ducked underneath Figgins forearm and slips behind him and wraps his arms around Figgins’ waist and neck, pulling up and drives him to the mat with a HAL NELSON SUPLEX. Hunter gets back to his feet taking a breather while Figgins uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Seeing Hunter still resting and his eye off the game, he makes his move! Figgins bounced off the ropes, and by the time Hunter manages to turned around and take notice! Fig NAILS a CRAVAT CUTTAH. Sullivan was sprawled out onto the ground, holding his neck while Figgins knelt down applying a pin.

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Jon McDaniel: ” Nice cutter by Fig as he drives the Viper into the mat shaking up that neck of his opponent.”

Brian Rentfro: “ sadly enough for him, Hunter is able to kick out and prevent the pin.”

Figgins grumbled and got to his feet dragging along with him, Hunter. For his troubles, Figgins hits Hunter in the chin with a EUROCUTTAH, Hunter retaliates with a chop, and so it began! Hunter bellows out a battle cry as he whips in rabid and rapid chops! Fig takes them all in strive manning up to return a vicious EUROCUTTAH! Hunter stays standing but staggers back! “I’m Better than you FIG!” EUROCUT, CHOP, EUROCUT, CHOP-EURO-CHOP, EUROCUT!! EUROCUT!! EUROCUT!!!! Hunter has frankly stopped defending himself as the cuts shatter through his defense. Figgins was now bludgeoning Sullivan with consecutive eurocuts until he bounced off the ropes and attempted a grand Finale with a RUNNING-EURONO! Scream aloud as he does “No, I’m better then you!” Hunter sidesteps, but fails to see that Figgins stopped dead in his tracks after the dodge! Hunter turns around he was met with a mule kick to the gut. Figgins turns and grabbed Hunter into a gut wrench chancery and lifts him up, planting him with the FIGBUSTAH!!!!

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THRE- KICK OUT

Jon McDaniel: “Bloody hell, Hunter kicks out of that disastrous maneuver with a kick out, how much longer can he last like this.”
Brian Rentfro:” this shows us just how tough both Hunter and Figgy are, and how much they are willing to put into the victory.”

Figgins angry with the result of the pin rose to his feet and waited patiently for Hunter to return to his feet. Hunter raised to one knee before finally pulling himself to his feet. Hunter bolted towards Figgins, but Figgins grabbed Hunter’s arms putting it between his knees and leaping into the air. Upon landing Hunter was planted face first to the ground as Figgins finally gripped his arms under Hunter’s nose and pulled back. Hunter’s neck was in intense pain as Figgins applied the Spectral Fig Effect!! Hunter was surely soon to fade away. Hunter, with his free arm reached for the ropes but Figgins pushed it away with his foot. Sullivan fights it trying to avoid submission here on this grand stage. Hunter shifts around madly before tucking himself in tight to Figgins and rolling placing the Assaulter in a pin,

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Fig rolls back in place but it’s to late as Hunter takes a hold of the ropes and the break is called for. Fig curses as he lets out of the submission and moves to his feet backing away and letting Hunter regain himself at his feet. Hunter holds his neck as he glares at his opponent backing to his corner. The ref Paul London moves back as Hunter and Figgy move out of there turnbuckles ready to lock up at any moment. Sullivan and Jacob don’t make any attempts to lock up though, not truly trusting each other enough to move in and start it. Hunter makes a movement forward and Figgy will back up and vice versa. Figgy finally puts his arm out to signal a test of strength lock up. Hunter moves in and accepts the lock, interlocking his figures with Figgy. Jacob and Hunter smash together there chests trying to push each other back. Hunter seems to have a slight advantage but soon Figgy sends up a strong knee nailing Hunter in the abdomen causing him to double over. Figgy tugs on Hunter arm sending him into the ropes, coming back after meting the ropes in a rebound. Figgy has his elbow cocked back and goes for a strong shot but Hunter ducks under it as he keeps going to the other side of the ring. Figgy turns and goes to knock Hunter down this time with a big boot. The Viper counters again sliding under the move as he drops to the mat. Figgy turns again into a flurry of left knuckle shots rocking Figgy back slightly. Hunter has a bit of the upper hand here so far as Hunter sees Figgy dazed and runs back to the ropes rebounding off and coming in with a shoulder block. The move nails Figgy but he doesn’t go down yet again. Hunter looks at him and seems a little fed up before he makes a challenge holding out his shoulder. The next Conspiracy accepts and runs to the ropes coming off and hitting Hunter with a shoulder block, Hunter to, not leaving his feet. Figgy glares at his tag team partner and sends in a stiff chop, Hunter feeling pain doesn’t show it as he returns the chop. Figgy not to be bested show’s no pain as well. The Celtic fury sends in an elbow rocking Hunter back. Hunter comes back with one of his own rocking Figgy back. Jacob grabs Hunter by the head and sends in a high knee making the Viper bend over and stagger back. Hunter and Figgy seem to be in the middle of an “I’m better then you” contest as Hunter regains himself and sends in his own high knee. Figgy recovers and hits a nice toe kick. Hunter returns with one of his own. Figgy cock’s back and hits a nice right hand staggering Hunter. The Viper smirks as he returns with a nice left shot, clearly having more impact then Figgy’s punch as it staggers him back into the ropes. Figgy grunts and quickly comes up to Hunter grabbing him by his head and sends in a skull shattering Headbutt knocking Hunter from his feet.

Jon McDaniel: “ and they are right back into the game as Fig Knocks Hunter Clear off his feet with that HARSH head butt.”

Brian Rentfro: ”Figgy surely killed a few brain cells with that one, winning that little strike exchange there.”

Hunter scatters away from Figgy grabbing the ropes and getting to his feet in the corner. Jacob smirks as he taunts Hunter scratching his head on impact point. Hunter starts to shift around a little more circling Figgy ready for a lock up. Figgy feeling he can out do Hunter in technical wrestling as he has just done with the brawling. The Celtic fury smiles locking up with the Viper, they push each other around a little. Figgy quickly shifts into a side headlock grinding at Hunters head. Sullivan knows full well how to get out of the hold and unlocks Figgy’s hands and pulls back into a hammerlock. Jacob as well knows his way fully around the hammerlock pushing himself back, in and under Sullivan unhooking the arm and pulling back into his own hammerlock. Hunter drops to his knees with a grip on Figgy’s head and snap mares him over head to the mat in front of him. Figgy doesn’t stay down long as he boosts back to his feet and delivers an arm drag onto Hunter nailing him flat to the mat. Hunter in cliché’ technical fashion gets to his feet and knocks Figgy down with his own Arm drag. Jacob rolls through the arm drag and gets back to his feet, Hunter at this time has left for the ropes coming back to deliver a..headlock! Figgy counters Hunters attempt at a move and locks him into a headlock. The Celtic Fury makes a twirl spinning Hunter and cutting of his running momentum. Hunter smirks as he pulls Figgy up for a backbreaker- no. Hunter lifted Figgy up, but the man use’s his momentum to roll it through and land a headlock takedown. Hunter push’s Figgy’s head back in order to counter, The Viper pulls his legs up and wraps in a successful head scissors. Figgy shifts around inside the straining move, soon moving himself into the correct position to counter the head scissors with a hand stand. Figgy goes up in the handstand but is caught off guard as Hunter unwraps his legs and place’s a kick to the back of Jacob’s head. Figgy drops to his shoulders, Hunter making a quick cover.

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Figgy kicks himself out of the pin getting himself to his feet being met by Hunter there. Jacob quickly nails an arm drag on Hunter as he attempted to hit a weak left knuckle punch. Figgy locks in an arm bar as he hits the drag quickly shifting into a cross arm bar! Hunter smirks as he shifts around managing to get to a standing position. Sullivan quickly hooks Figgy’s leg in under Fig’s other leg and hooking that leg under his own arm. Figgy quickly knows what is going on, letting out of the arm bar and sending in quick shots and squirming himself to the ropes holding them desperately.
Jon McDaniel:” a unique Clover Leaf attempt by Hunter there, scouted and counter then after by Figgy.”

Brian Rentfro: “this match has really avoided high impact moves, they are keeping it grounded and technical, wonder why.”

Jon McDaniel: “well there styles are not really high impact styles, they are much more submission based then that.”

Hunter laughs as he lets out and back away from Fig telling him he was so close to being locked in. The fans clap as Jacob gets to his feet and grunts getting ready to redeem himself from that last exchange. Jacob move’s off the ropes circling around requesting Hunter to try it again. Sullivan smirks as he moves in locking up with Figgy once again. Figgy quickly breaks Hunters left arm away and push’s Hunter to the mat with a fujiwara arm bar. Jacob goes to hook the arm between his knee’s clearly attempting the Spectral Fig Effect! Hunter rolls himself getting away from Figgy’s grasp and getting to his feet. Figgy gets to his feet, the attempt clearly a message about the Texas clover attempt “I can do that to.” Jacob isn’t at his feet very long as Hunter leaps nailing a dropkick planting Figgy back to the mat. Jacob is mildly dazed as he staggers himself to his feet quickly. Hunter with a knee clip knock’s Figgy right back to the mat, Jacob not liking the fact his knee has been hit. Sullivan quickly takes a hold of Fig’s leg pulling it under his arm. Sullivan seems ready for maybe a single legged Boston crab, however, Jacob wants nothing of it as he kicks Hunter off. Figgy quickly gets back to his feet, trying to go after Hunter with a grapple. Hunter backs up fast getting away, Figgy keeps after him as the Viper keeps moving backward out of his reach. Hunter starts panicking, not wanting Figgy to get a hold of him, looking to back into the ropes and cause separation. The Viper gets to them as Fig grabs his leg and tries to pull him off. The ref gets in-between backing Figgy up off Hunter for the rope break. Jacob not making the impact that he wanted to that round. The Celtic fury grunts and backs up, knowing that he may have made a small psychological impact. The Viper starts to move around the ring, staying close to the ropes to stop any quick assault from Fig. Figgy smirks noticing, however, the idea is a good one. Figgy stands in the middle of the ring waiting for Hunter to come and lock up with him instead.

Jon McDaniel: “Hunter pulling the cowards method and keeps close to the ropes for breaks.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Yeah but Fig notices, and he’s calling him center ring, lets see what he’ll do here.”

Hunter watch’s Figgy’s movement as he moves in and locks up with His tag partner. Figgy push’s up against Hunter hard, the Viper being pushed quickly into the turnbuckle. Figgy ignores Paul London’s warnings as he sends in a hard knee. Jacob starts to brawl in the corner with chops and elbows rabidly, sending Sullivan for a loop. Figgy backs up taunting Hunter before the dazed man lets out a toe kick! Sullivan comes out of the turnbuckle and switch’s places with Figgy starting to send in mud-hole stomps and pushing the man to the bottom of the turnbuckle. The Viper lets out the Middle finger in text book Stone cold fashion. Hunter moves on as he starts pouring in Mud-hole punch’s rapidly. The ref finally pushed Hunter away threatening a DQ. The Viper pushes him away to go back to Figgy, getting an eye poke for his troubles! Hunter turns around and holds his eyes as Figgy pulls himself up to his feet, holding his face as he pulls himself to the second rope. Hunter makes a turn to Figgy wiping his eye, things still to blurry to see anything coming. Figgy smirks as he cock’s back his forearm and jumps and nailing a leaping EUROCUTTAH! Hunter is knocked hard to the mat. Figgy rolls Hunter onto his back, quickly pulling down his knee pad as he jumps up and lands a harsh knee on the neck. Hunter reacts holding his neck kicking at the mat as Figgy smirked getting to his feet. Fig steps back and bounces into the ropes coming back and landing another knee to Hunters neck again this time. Figginese is working it’s part well once again as Hunter is being bomb barded with the knees. Figgy smirks as he grabs Hunter and pulls him closer to the ropes for part three. Figgy turns around and starts climbing, getting to the top and turning himself around in time to see Hunter hit the ropes, knocking away his balance and causing him to fall upon his nads! The Viper avoids the fatal knee once again and needs to put an end to Figgy’s advantage. Sullivan soon sends in a weak left shot before grabbing Jacob by his pant helm and neck, tossing him from the top rope onto his back with a thump.

Jon McDaniel: “Jacob good with those knees as he threatens to collapse the wind pipe with a top rope knee.”

Brian Rentfro: “and instead Fig gets dropped on his pride and joy before tossed to the mat like a rag doll.”

Jacob moves to a seated position holding his lower back in pain as The Viper charge’s adding more pain with a soccer kick. Figgy shows that pain as Hunter push’s him to the mat hard and makes a cover, hooking the leg.

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2..

kick out.

Figgy pushes his shoulder up as he holds his back and makes a roll to all fours. Sullivan pulls Fig to his feet delivering a chop staggering Jacob back. The Viper delivers another chop as Fig staggers back into the ropes holding his chest. Hunter quickly grabs the Celtic fury by the arm and proceeds to whip the man across the ring in an Irish whip, moving forward waiting for the rebound. The former Next Conspiracy makes that rebound and returns into a stiff back elbow knocking him back to the mat. Hunter makes a decision to go madly after the back after making a nice shot to it with the top rope toss. Sullivan takes Figgy by his legs and turns him locking in a Boston crab. Figgy quickly looks for the ropes, finding them not that far off. Hunter pulls back making sure that both the thighs and the back are being hurt. Figgy makes a groan of pain as he starts to crawl along the matting getting a hold of the bottom rope. Fig ends the submission sooner then Hunter would have liked it to have lasted. Hunter lets out of the hold and gets to his feet, grabbing Figgy by his head and pulling Jacob to his feet along with him. Sullivan grabs Figgy by his wrist and goes to whips him to the other side of the ring. The Viper moves to the center of the ring readying himself to launch Figgy with a hip toss! No, Fig stops himself from being tossed. The Celtic fury quickly sends in a knee, doubling over Hunter and hooking him in a double under hook, or butterfly lock! Hunter quickly drops down, slipping his left arm out and back up, Clothesline! No, Figgy ducks under it turning around and at the same time Hunter does, delivering a Toe kick to the Viper. Fig quickly locks in another double under hook! BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!! Figgy quickly scurries to the cover,

ONE,

Two,

Thr, no

Hunter toss’s his shoulder into the air breaking the count.

Jon McDaniel: “Nice suplex my Fig who almost secures a cover and himself the title of PWA’s franchise.”

Brian Rentfro: “not to mention a title shot.”

Jacob is disappointed in not being able to put Hunter away with the Suplex. Jacob grabs Hunters hair and starts pulling him to his feet pushing him into the turnbuckle. Jacob starts laying in well aimed elbow shots connecting hard on the jaw of the Viper. Fig lets up for a moment laying in a signature Head butt before backing up a tad and taunting to the man. Sullivan pants in the corner as Jacob lands in a insult slap, seemingly waking Hunter up from his date with Figgy’s elbows. The Celtic fury grabs Hunters arm and whips him across the ring following him as they head towards the turnbuckle. Hunter meets the turnbuckle with a counter attempt as he makes a small handstand on the ropes. Figgy hits the turnbuckle a little after. Hunter push’s himself overhead to the mat in a wobbly landing. Figgy staggers back into a reverse waistlock, quickly making his own standing switch into a reverse waistlock. Hunter sends back hard elbows allowing himself to switch it up once again. Hunter’s leg is a little behind the gap in Figgy’s two legs. Figgy tries the grab the leg and trip Hunter. Sullivan sees it coming and grabs the wrists of both arms letting out of the waistlock and pulling on them. Figgy is flipped to his back as Hunter grabs the legs as they where swept off the mat. Hunter holds Figgy in a pin as the ref moves in for the count.

1..

2

-roll through!

Figgy roll’s through the pin having Hunter down for the count this time.

1.

2

th- No

Hunter push’s out of it, storming to his feet meeting Figgy there. Sullivan takes Figgy down quick with an arm drag, Fig returns to his feet and delivers his own arm drag. Both men get quickly back to their feet, Sullivan sends Figgy quick into the ropes. Hunter Readies himself for a back body drop, Fig rebounds off the ropes and jumps over the Viper in a sunset flip! Hunter roll’s through taking quick hold of the ankles of Figgy and pulling him up, crossing one leg behind the other. TEXAS- No!! Figgy grabs Hunter in a front face lock and rolls him back into a roll up!!

ONE

TWO

THREE

-NO Hunter lets go of Figgy’s legs and gets out of the pin attempt!

Jon McDaniel: “was that it? I think that is it!.”

Brian Rentfro: “no, the ref is signaling a two count! That calls got to have some people throwing fits.”

Fans cheer for the men as they both get to there feet, a “This is awesome.” chant starting up. The scientific wrestling impressing the fans. nice Indy wrestling, just what they expect from the likes of Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins’s. Hunter and Figgy back up glaring at each other, both making an impact and sending a message with that last exchange. Hunter showing yet again, you need merely blink and he’ll lock the Texas clover in. Figgy on the other hand, shows that even though Hunter can lock the move in a variety of ways, he can counter it. The fans settle down a bit from the clapping and chanting. Hunter starts to shift around circling around Figgy before extending his hand in a handshake. Figgy thinks directly to Chamelion’s mistake the month before and grows a smirk as he accepts the handshake, much to the dismay of some fans. Sullivan smirks feeling he has got Figgy in his trap as he launch’s for a clothesline! No, Figgy ducks under, now behind Hunter. Fig grabs The Viper in a reverse waistlock sending him overhead with a German suplex! Hunter being shown up, rolls out of the ring trying to regain himself. Fig has no intention of letting Hunter get out of his grasp and follows the man out of the ring. Jacob sends in a hard upper back forearm staggering Hunter into the apron. Figgy follows up, grabbing Hunter by the head and sending him face first into the apron. Hunter staggers back holding his face as Figgy grabs his hand and pulls hard in an Irish whip sending him harder still into the barricade! Figgy taunts at Hunter as he slowly comes up on him pulling him to his feet by his hair. Jacob pulls Sullivan to the steel turnbuckle poll and cock’s back Hunters arm smashing the limb to the metal! Hunter pulls away, holding his arm as Jacob grabs the limb again and pulls it back making another swing! Sullivan holds his arm in pain as Figgy takes a hold of Hunter’s pant helm and hair, rolling him into the ring following after. The count comes to an end as Fig enters the ring. Hunter gets to his feet still holding his arm as Figgy grabs the hurt limb and twirls into a wristlock. Jacob starts sending in hard elbows to Hunters elbow. Figgy follows up knocking Hunter back to the mat with an arm drag, keeping the arm for an arm bar. Hunter kicks at the mat as his elbow is being torn at and pressured in directions it does not go. Sullivan starts to push himself to his feet, quickly looking to counter. Fig on the other hand seeing a counter in the mists quickly acts first whipping the champion into the ropes waiting for his return. Hunter hits the ropes and returns in a rebound, Fig is waiting as he grabs Hunters arm upon meeting FUGIWAR- No Hunter has planted his feet not letting Figgy take him to the mat. Jacob send in forearms to Hunter shoulders only for the man to return with strong punch’s knocking Figgy away and into the corner in a stagger.

Jon McDaniel: ” Hunter saves himself there as he keeps a sturdy base on the mat.”

Brian Rentfro: ” Fig could have made Hunter tap out pretty fast with a move like that.”

Hunter goes after Jacob with his good arm hitting a running forearm Knocking him against the turnbuckle pads. Sullivan hooks Figgy into a suplex pulling him away from the turnbuckle a bit turning his back to the ropes, looking to 1.) suplex to the outside, 2.) suplex onto the ropes. Hunter lifts the man up only to be nailed with a knee on a near vertical. Hunter drops Figgy back to the mat, The Celtic fury lifts Hunter up staggering forward a bit stalling with the move. Hunter making a counter, shifts his momentum and falls back down! This time Hunter’s feet plant themselves on the apron, one man in the ring and one out. Sullivan tries to pull Figgy over but the man hooks the ropes in counter, Hunter being fed up with the suplex attempts pulls way and sends In a hard elbow shot. Fig staggers away holding his face, Hunter leaps to the Top rope as Figgy makes the turn, Hunter Springboards hitting the SPRING BOOARD SPI- Miss. The Viper goes right over Figgy’s head as the man drops to the mat. Hunter tumbles with the landing rolling to his feet turning around to Figgy........SPECTRAL FIG EFFFEECCT!!! Hunter is smashed to the mat, the move locked in perfectly. Hunter is moving around, squirming like a rat in a trap. Figgy worries not as the move is locked in perfect. Sullivan’s head is pulled back, his arm in the arm bar. Is there any escape? The ropes... The ropes are half an arms length away, Hunter blindly tries to grab them getting nothing but air and the annoying voice of the ref. “Do you wish to tap out, do you submit?” Hunter screams a ‘No’ as he rolls Figgy to his back, his shoulders to the mat

ONE

TWO

THR- No,

Figgy puts himself back in position the move locked in well.

Jon McDaniel: “hunters fighting it, but how much longer can he last in this position!”

Brian Rentfro: “ if Hunter taps he give up far more then just this match, and I think that choice weights heavy on his mind right now.”

Hunter makes the roll one more time, this time however, he makes a full roll through back into the cross face closer to the ropes, Hunter reach’s out hooking his arm on the bottom rope. The ref Paul London moves in demanding Fig let out of the hold. Jacob makes a tug back before letting out glaring at the Viper as he rolls himself from the ring staggering blindly into the barricade. Jacob looks at Hunter with a smirk as the Viper backs up and holds his arm in pain. Jacob quickly sped towards the ropes hitting a rebound and speeds back to the starting ropes. SUICIDA DIVVE- NO!! Hunter turned and ducked seeing the man dive out, Figgy comes a tad bit short of the barricade! Fig hits his lower back off the top of the rubber as he crashes to a heap on the mat!
Brian Rentfro: “Jacob crashes and burns with a rough shot to his back.”

Jon McDaniel: “if he Is not careful, Hunter can very easily take advantage of the back wound.”

The Viper gets to his feet looking around in a daze, he glances back to see Figgy holding his back in pain kicking at the matting. Sullivan sees his opportunity as he moves to Figgy holding his arm slightly before pulling Jacob to his feet. Hunter quickly rams Fig forward to the apron forcing his lower back off it. Hunter quickly hoists Figgy up to his shoulder moving towards the steel turnbuckle poll, ramming the back into it causing more damage. Hunter lowers Fig to the mat and switches to a scoop. Sullivan moves to the steel steps ending with a slam onto the structure making a clear attack on the back. The Viper stays tune to his moniker before he makes a quick roll in and out of the ring restarting the count for a moment. Soon after doing so Hunter retrieves Figgy, rolling him onto the apron and pushes him into the ring following him. Hunter makes a quick cover hooking Figgy’s leg hoping the damage done outside was enough.

1..

2

kick out.

With a scoff Hunter moves to his feet pulling Figgy with him hoping to add the finishing touch’s to the back. Hunter nails in a European upper cut, causing Figgy to hold his chin turn around a bit, and stagger towards the ropes. Hunter follows him, pushing him to the ropes as he starts sending in rapid forearm shots! Figgy groans in pain as his back is attacked. Hunter quickly grabs Figgy’s arm and whips him across the ring readying himself for his return. TILTA WHIRL BACK B-Figgy slides off the back and lands behind Hunter. Jacob quickly drops Hunter in a neck breaker. Figgy rolls to all fours and starts to his feet, his back paining him as he staggers into the turnbuckle. Sullivan holds his neck slightly as he works to his feet eyeing Figgy. Hunter makes it fully to his feet, grunting as he charges Jacob with a forearm! However, The Viper meets only turnbuckle as Fig dodged out of the way. Jacob slipping up behind Hunter grabbing him in a reverse waist lock. German suplex! Figgy holds it through! A second GERMAN! Figgy works himself back to his feet, THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX. Hunter is laid out on the mat parallel to the ropes. Figgy staggers to his feet staggering to the ropes as he holds his back in pain. The Celtic fury starts to climb to turnbuckle facing towards Hunter as he tossed is arms out in a Jesus Christ pose... DIVING HEAD BUT!!!! Hunter is knocked hard in the skull, sending him in to a small twitch fest ending with Hunter kicking at the mat holding his head in pain. The skull shattering head butt taking its toll on both men as Figgy is unable to make a cover.


Jon McDaniel: “Fantastic head butt takes both men to town with a brutal impact.”

Brian Rentfro: “Figgy needs to grab the cover, if he can’t he is tossing away the opportunity he just gave himself.”

Jacob holds his skull as he drags himself to the cover.

ONE

TWO

THRE-No.

Hunter kicks out!

Figgy was unable to make the cover in time, and Hunter was able to get himself to recover enough to kick out at the last moment. Figgy pounds the ground in anger and frustration as he gets to his feet with help from the ropes. Jacob wants to end this, and end it now as he taunts to the fans, pointing to Hunter. Pulling up the dead weight, Fig takes hold of Hunter in a gut wrench and pulls him up onto his shoulder, the crowd goes wild as Figgy drops the champ in the fig effect mk I- NO!!! Hunter rolls off the back! Fuggy turns! Hunter bounce’s off the ropes!! VIPPERR SNA- No! Figgy dodges! Hunter catches air as he gets back to his feet into a LARIT- No, Hunter turns it into a Roll up!!

ONE

TWO-

No Figgy roll’s it through!!

ONE

TWO-

Kick out!

Hunter and Figgy rush back to their feet, heading to opposite sides of the ring in a mad dash, rebounding and heading back to meet each other. Hunter sends out his arm attempting a Lariat But Fig ducks under and turns around grasping hunter from behind with a DANNNGERROUUUS BACK SUPLEXXX!!! Figgy bridges!

ONE

TWO

Jon McDaniel: “Fig’s shoulders are down as well!”

Three

DING DING DING!!

The Referee Paul London looks a little confused as to what to do in this situation, Fig was too exhausted to get his shoulders firmly off the mat and caused a Double Count out. Paul moves to his feet and thinks it out as Fig and Hunter slowly move away from each other and push themselves to their feet. Confused and dazed they manage to get to a vertical looking across the ring at each other in wonder. The ref quickly converses with Emerson, detailing his final decision.

Eric: “Ladies and Gentlemen, due to both men’s shoulders being down for the three count, Referee Paul London and declared this match a DRAW!!”

Figgy and Hunter pike up in a violent objection as they both yell at the ref who backs up and pleads his defense. Hunter and Fig turn to each other and shove each other a little, glaring each other down.

Jon McDaniel: “Oh no! We are about to have some VERY explosive aftermath here, neither man is happy with the result, I’m afraid they might tare each other apart more here.”

Brian Rentfro: ” I know what you mean, but what does this mean for the tournament, doesn’t that mean we have.. co-Winners? Do they both get title shots, I’m confused, and on top of that we have a meltdow- huh.”

Hunter and Figgy start laughing, breaking out of the death lock glare, they are actually chuckling.

Hunter: “Co-Winner, I Guess that means G.O.D is at the top of PWA now.”

Fig smirks and nods, shaking Hunters hand Fig responds.

Figgy: “I guess it does, I guess it does.”

Both Figgy and Hunter raise each others arms, people look on in almost shock as these two men, who were at each others necks moments before, basically, shrug it off.

Brian Rentfro: “Co-Winners!? This has never happened in the Who’s The Man?! Tournament before!!”

Hunter: “Nothing tares G.O.D apart, I think we really showed them that Fig, so, uh, wanna go get ready for that Tag match?”

Hunter chuckles as Figgy’s faces loses color, having completely forgotten about that match. Both men quickly exit the ring, knowing they have to get themselves ready to face for the PWA Tag-Titles, in just a few minutes!

Mr. Hardcore vs Chamelion

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


The camera moves down the hall of what looks to be a hotel. As “Recorded Earlier” appears in the top left corner of the screen, the camera swings around to show an abundant amount of PWA talent standing in the doorways of rooms. Viktor Stone stands in a doorway, neighbored by the Renegade Souljahs. Next set over, we see Scotty Snow and King Agony in the room next to Riona Langly. The camera swings back around to show Mr. Hardcore walking down the hall, followed closely by a ref. Hardcore is wearing some black jeans, and a white tank top; his fists are taped. Hardcore comes to a door, and knocks. The door opens, and Chamelion walks out in some jeans and a loose t-shirt. The ref gets between them and speaks.

London: The following match is a “Hall Brawl.” This match is for one fall, and is for the PWA Grizzly Beer title. The match will end when one man has pinned the other. You both have free reign through the entire hotel. Do you both understand? Good. Hardcore, ready?

Hardcore nods.

London: Chamelion, Ready?

Chamelion nods, and London criss crosses his arms in front of himself. The two begin brawling, and it doesn’t take long for Hardcore to throw Chamelion against a door. Hardcore goes for a huge boot to Chamelion, but Chamelion moves. The door swings open, and they begin brawling in. Inside, the camera pans over to show a bed with Emperor Ian wearing a sleeping mask and ear plugs. The camera pans back to the action to show Chamelion choking Hardcore. Hardcore’s head is in a dresser drawer and Chamelion is shoving the drawer closed. Hardcore manages to mule kick Chamelion hard enough to loosen his grip so that Hardcore can remove his head. Hardcore swings and clips Chamelion in the face. Chamelion retaliates by picking up the TV on the dresser. He goes to slam it over Hardcore’s head, but the cord is too short, and it falls out of Chamelion’s hands and lands on his foot. Hardcore laughs, but Chamelion tackles him and they both fall down when hardcore trips over a foot rest. The camera pans back to Ian who is still oblivious in dream land. When we pan back again, Hardcore and Chamelion have moves outside to the balcony. Hardcore is holding Chamelion back against the rail, and his upper half is dangling over. Chamelion doesn’t seem to like the view though, and he kicks Hardcore as hard as he can between the legs. Hardcore can’t even scream as Chamelion grabs him, and throws him back into the room through the sliding glass door. The camera again pans to Ian, who finally sits up. However, he simply yawns, stretches, and lies back down, pulling the blanket up to warm up from the draft in the room. The camera pulls back to show London rushing out of the room. The camera follows and both men are back in the hall; tons of cheers and jaunts from the peanut gallery directed at the bleeding Hardcore. Hardcore has managed to throw Chamelion off him, and goes for a You Got Bitched! But, Chamelion ducks under just in time, and Hardcore stops mid move. He looks up to see Raizzor glaring down at him, arms crossed.

Hardcore: Heh…come on, even you have to admit the irony is funny.

Raizzor simply takes the time to lift a hand and point behind Hardcore. Hardcore lets out a sigh, before turning, and being smacked in the face by a rather large potted plant Chamelion found. Hardcore is stunned, and Chamelion takes advantage, dragging him to a wall, and slamming Hardcore’s face into it. Hardcore manages to block the second attempt, and grabs a large circular glass cover from over a hallway light fixture. When Chamelion turns back, he is met by the glass being shattered over his face. Chamelion stumbles back a few feet, holding his nose. When he moves his hands, his nose is already swelling. You can hear a few, “Uh-Oh” s in the background. Chamelion tackles Hardcore. He drags him to his feet and slams his face into the wall harder than last time. As he pulls back on Hardcore’s face, a bloody face is left on the wall. At this point, a staff elevator towards the end of the hall opens. A man and a woman stand inside, but stop when they see all the blood and wrestlers. The woman gulps as the man mutters something about the wrong floor. But, before they can get the doors closed, Hardcore goes flying in past them. They come running out as Chamelion comes marching in. Chamelion grabs Hardcore and puts his head between the doors as they go to close. A ton of “OOO”s from the wrestlers as the doors bump Hardcore’s face. Hardcore back elbows Chamelion though, reverses spots, and this time the door closes on Chamelion’s face. Chamelion manages to get a hold of Hardcore again though, and this time the door closes on both of them. It is at this point, we see them both back into a corner, just as the doors shut, and London comes running up.

London: Aw you gotta be kidding me. Now I have to take the damn stairs.

London bolts away as we switch to a security camera inside the elevator. Hardcore is a bloody mess, collapsed in a corner, as Chamelion is bend over, hands on knees.

Hardcore: So…so…*Deep Breath* are we going to have catering at the arena.

Chamelion: Yes.

Hardcore: Do you *Deep Breath* Do you know if they have anything good?

Chamelion: yeah, they *hard gulp* they do. The cheesecake is to die for.

Hardcore: I’ll…I’ll have to look into that.

The elevator dings, and the doors swing open. Both men lung for each other, and fall out of the elevator into the hotel’s kitchen. They almost knock a waiter over who has a full tray, and just manage to duck him. Chamelion grabs a hot pan by the handle off the stove and throws the contents in Hardcore’s direction. Hardcore almost throws himself down and we hear a scream off screen. Chamelion groans.

Chamelion: Sorry!

Chamelion turns and is met by a frying pan to the face! Chamelion looks up in awe, before spitting out what looks to be a tooth.

Chamelion: You sssum of a bitsss.

Chamelion is livid. Hardcore throws a punch, but Chamelion catches his hand. Chamelion uses the momentum to spin Hardcore, and throw him onto the kitchens flat top grill. Hardcore begins screaming holy hell as the cooks all rush over to attempt to remove him. Its at this point referee Paul London finally reaches the kitchen.

London: Hey, what did I miss…oh shit.

London rushes over to help with London. A guy runs up to Chamelion.

Manager: Don’t just stand around like furniture. Table 5’s salads have been ready for three minutes! Make yourself useful dammit!

Chamelion hesitates, then shrugs, picks up a tray, and fills it up. He walks out the doors to the dinning area, and walks to table 5. He puts the salads down.

Chamelion: Would you folks like pepper on that?

Woman: Yes please.

Chamelion smiles.

Chamelion: Say when.

Woman:…That’s good, thank you.

Chamelion smiles. However, a ruckus is heard. Chamelion turns to see the doors to the kitchen swing open. Mr. Hardcore is drenched in blood. On top of this, his shirt is missing most of the front, and his chest is blood shot, but also white where some skin is already peeling.

Hardcore and Chamelion brawl out into the lobby of the hotel. They brawl straight past the check in, and outside. Chamelion manages to get Hardcore onto the diving board, and they begin bouncing up and down. Chamelion goes for the Sweet Sound of Success, but Hardcore ducks. Chamelion goes over him, and onto the edge of the board. He turns to be met by the You Got Bitched! and flies into the pool. Chamelion resurfaces between two kids having a water noodle fight, and he gets bopped a few times.

Chamelion: Dammit give me those!

Chamelion pulls them away from the small children and throws the noodles out of the pool. Its at this point the sees the kids are with a group, and he is surrounded by about 20 more kids with water noodles.

Chamelion: Aw crap.

We flash inside to an area of vending machines. Chamelion is soaked and some blood is dripping down from his mouth.

Chamelion: Where the hell did he go?

Chamelion gets an answer as Hardcore jumps down from on top of a Pepsi machine with a missile dropkick to Chamelion’s back. Chamelion stumbles, but the situation is quickly under control and Hardcore ducks a clothesline, and sets up for the Hardcore Beat down. Hardcore has Chamelion on his back, and Chamelion summersaults off Hardcore. Chamelion then grabs Hardcore by the back of the head, and slams his head into the front of a glass vending machine.

Chamelion: Damn, I really want that snickers bar.

Chamelion pulls back, and again slams Hardcore’s face into the glass; this time it breaks. Hardcore slumps down to the ground, as Chamelion grabs a candy bar out of the machine. He sits down on the bloody mess that 20 minuets ago was Mr. Hardcore. London goes down for the count.

1

2

3!

London stands up.

London: Winner, and NEW PWA Grizzly Beer Champion, Chamelion.

London Bends and raises Chamelion’s hand, as Chamelion finishes enjoying his snickers bar. We now go back to the arena.

Corey Lazarus vs Thunderwolf

PWA Intercontinental Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit, and is the for Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental championship!!

The sound of the mighty Atlantic crashing into one of the many shores of Bermuda purges through the sound system, and with that comes the sound of a single seagull. The lights begin melding into a beautiful aqua blue, and as most of the fans divert their attention to the screen above the scaffold to see what's going on, a simple drum tap and bassline begin to kick into gear - a number of fans from this promotion, or at least some of them, and especially those of the now defunct AOWF community, should all ready know what to expect....

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!! THUN-DER-WOLF!!

"Now or Never". Dope. The fans that get it are automatically launching out fanfare, and while it's meshed in-between a number of cheer's, but mostly boo's for tonight's match up, it comes across loud and clear in what could be described as at least somewhat of a massive cult roar, especially from those faithfuls....

### What'd you go and do that for? ###
### I see the way you're Looking at me... ###
### ...And I don't know why ###

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger!

### I don't know and I'm not sure... ###
### ...Have you lost your way? ###
### ...Did You Lose Your Mind? ###
### ...Are You Out of Time? ###

The last note of the aforementioned song seems to catch, right on the 30 second mark as aqua-toned fountains of sulfur pour down from the scaffold - which in turn cues a dimly lit spot light on the entry way as former AOWF alumni, Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser, and his lovely companion for the evening in the way of Enika Engel, stroll out from the back, hand in hand, with ironically no out-dated, retired gold lining the formers waist. He finally got the memo. Nonetheless the screen above the couple begins ticking off various moments from Wolf's career as the camera gets a close up on the video, but doesn't last for long as the camera tilts back down to catch the two passing under the sulfuric storm from the scaffold.

### You say goodbye... ###
### Like everything's all right. ###

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 195 pounds...

### You say goodbye.... ###
### Like everything's all right... ###

Thunderwolf's attire consists of camel colored cargos, an open, short sleeve, button down cotton shirt (cadet blue in color), black and blue K-Swiss classics (laced up in blue), and a pair of super thin, black, finger tip gloves. He adjusts his collar before leading Enika to the center of the entry way. His flame and of course escort for the evening has on a diagonally-cut, faded denim skirt and a tucked in, shoulder less, blue tee bearing little more than a Rolling Stones Lips & Tongue logo. A pair of orange and white candies (with ankle socks jutting up out of each) cover each foot so delicately, and it can be dully noted that her legs are oiled to the nines. Her hair is flipped outwards at the ends, cut since the last time she was on camera to just above shoulder-length now. A dangling emerald adorns each ear and her ocean blue eyes sparkle under the house lights. That crimson smile speaks volumes...

Eric Emerson: ...and standing at 5 feet, 11 inches tall...

And while the unfamiliar technicians didn't quite fully grasp the concept yet, the couple embraces at the end of the aforementioned entrance ramp to trigger off the 'artificial rain' kissing portion of Thunderwolf's entrance (which is basically just very small openings from the pipes over head in the rafters being opened to give off this watery illusion), The two lock lips for what seems like an eternity, but only results in nothing more than couple of seconds for everyone else, there's a certain ex-wife
fuming right now...

Eric Emerson: He is a former PWA World Heavyweight champion; a former PWA Intercontinental champion; a former PWA World Tag Team champion...

### If we go on it's now or never ###
### If we go on... ###

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Tucker's Town, Bermuda...

Thunderwolf swipes a loose strand of hair that dangles in front of Enika's eyes, behind her ear, and whispers something into her ear that gets at least a giggle, before he sets her back down and they head for the ring.

### If we go on it's now or never ###
### If we go on... ###

Eric Emerson: ...DUSTIN "THUNDERWOLF" KELSER!!!!

Upon reaching the main floor, and instead of diving in immediately, he instead decides to circle the ring, and finally hop up onto the apron after grabbing the bottom on the opposite side from where he started. Dustin then leapfrogs the ropes and does a couple of hops from toe to toe to keep the blood flowing. He backs up into his neutral corner and awaits the opening bell.

Jon McDaniel: And look at Kelser. His eyes show no fear, just pure focus. He's always thinking, always planning...

Brian Rentfro: And he should be planning on which hospital he'd like to go to for reconstructive surgery after Laz finally gets his hands on him!

Jon McDaniel: Why do you seem so convinced that Laz will mangle him? You've been going on and on for the last two weeks that you don't see how Dustin even has a chance, and YOU, of all people, know what he's capable of!

Brian Rentfro: Because Dustin's only had a handful of matches in the last 2 years. Laz has been active full-time for the past year, minus some downtime for his broken collarbone.

The lights dim just moments after returning to normal following Thunderwolf's entrance, bringing forth a mixed crowd reaction: 75% booing, the other 25% cheering at the top of their lungs.



A trio of drum rolls blast over the PA, with the final snare hit signaling a single blast of gold pyro from the stage and rafters above it. Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" cues up, the basslines playing the familiar melody as the guitars come crunching in. A spotlight focuses on the entrance curtain as the ADC-Tron shows various clips of the current PWA Intercontinental champion in action, blending slow-motion and double speed footage together seamlessly. The song reaches its 27-second mark, and here come the vocals.

IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, BABY

Nobody comes out from behind the curtain. Wolf turns his attention to the crowd as Enika does the same, checking every crevice of the ringside area with hunting eyes.

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I WANT YOU?!

Eric Emerson: And introducing at this time...

IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, HONEY

The curtain doesn't budge. Everybody at ringside looks confused.

Jon McDaniel: It seems that Corey might be a little late tonight.

Brian Rentfro: That's not true. I saw him by catering just before the start of the show grabbing a bottle of water!

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I'LL ALWAYS BE TRUE?!

Lazarus: Hold it, hold it!

Corey finally marches out from behind the curtain, Price at his side. He's wearing his street clothes: a pair of acid-wash boot cut jeans, black leather square-toed Skechers, and a white t-shirt left untucked from his jeans with the CONTROLLED VIOLENCE logo airbrushed on. The Intercontinental title rests over his shoulder, as his eyes hide behind his trademark silver-rimmed Ray Ban's.

OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME...

Lazarus: Cut the music.

AND TAKE MY HAND?!

Lazarus: I said cut the fucking music!

OH WON'T YOU..!!

"In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" stops, and the lights return to normal. Price fails at hiding his shit-eating grin, turning his attention to the belt over his prized client's shoulder as he chomps away on a stick of gum in his mouth. Wolf glares up the ramp at his former friend, walking towards the ropes nearest him.

Lazarus: Before I say what I came out hear to say, I do have to pay you both a compliment.

Brian Rentfro: ...compliment...?

Lazarus: Dustin, I respect the fact that you actually had the balls to finally show up when I challenged you to a fight. In the past 2 weeks I've learned something new about you, and that is that you actually seem to want to man up these days. And I can't say that I blame you. I'm a few years off from my own mid-life crisis, and even though you're barely 33? You're already beginning to bald and gray. So, old man, I extend a respectful salute...

He brings his hand to his forehead, quickly pushing it away and down to adjust the Intercontinental title.

Lazarus: ...to you. As for the other compliment, Enika...

Corey wipes the corners of his mouth, trying to refrain from laughter.

Lazarus: ...NICE FUCKING CAMEL-TOE!

The cameras focus on Dustin and Enika, both of them seeing red. Wolf goes to exit the ring, but referee Daniel Davis stops him from doing so.

Lazarus: Now calm down, Dusty. Just calm right down. See, I didn't come out here tonight to fight you.

The fans boo.

Jon McDaniel: Of course you did! You've been begging for a singles match against him for 4 years, and you've even said so yourself!

Lazarus: I came here tonight just to see whether or not you would actually even show up. Re-read the contract, Dustin, because I can see you're thinking about pursuing some sort of legal action.

Price pulls a copy of it out from the inside pocket of his sports coat, flipping through the 7-page packet to the last page where both men have signed their signatures. He points to a line of text for Corey to read.

Lazarus: "And let it be known that, within the next 15-day period, the champion, Mr. Corey Robert Lexington, alias 'Corey Lazarus,' may renege on this contract, heretofore making any athletic contest between himself and the challenger, Mr. Dustin Kelser, alias 'Thunderwolf,' null and void."

Laz looks dead ahead, lowering his Ray Ban's to the bridge of his nose.

Lazarus: Right there, clear as day, in black and white, it says that I can essentially say "fuck you," Dusty, and walk away should I choose to. And that's just what I'm doing tonight. Not because I'm afraid of a redneck midget like you. Not because I think that there's even a remote chance of losing MY PWA Intercontinental title to a schmuck like you. No, it's because I had some bad chili today for lunch...

Corey puts a hand on his gut, his devilish smirk forcing its way across his face.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, give me a break...

The fans boo, realizing that the Intercontinental champion is refusing to wrestle due to a case of either heartburn or diarrhea.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, bad chili can be deadly! I had a cousin one time who had a friend whose brother's girlfriend's mother ate some bad chili, and then literally shit her guts out!

Lazarus: So Dusty, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but maybe next time. But hey, that's life. Deal with it. Rock n' roll, Kelserino. Rock n'...!!!

In the ring, Wolf throws Davis aside, rolling out of the ring and charging up the ramp. Corey drops the mic just before he can end his catchphrase, and then grabs Price. Both men run into the back, where Dustin gives chase.

Jon McDaniel: Do we have any cameras in the back?!

We do! Cut to the back, where Price and Laz turn a corner, followed closely by Dustin. Kelser tackles Laz from behind and then turns him over, letting loose with rights and lefts to his head. Price rushes over to pry the PWA/AOWF legend off of his client, but Wolf grabs him by the throat, standing up and glaring at him.

Thunderwolf: You think you have a chance at stopping any of this shit?!

Laz wastes no time and smashes Wolf in the back of the head with the Intercontinental title, knocking him into Price in the process. Both men fall down, but Corey grabs Price by the coat, dragging him with him.

Lazarus: HERSCHEL, GET THE LIMO READY!! GET THE FUCKING LIMO READY!!!

Wolf gets back up, holding the back of his head, and then runs after Laz and Price. He turns into the parking lot to see Price jumping into the back of a silver limo, and then the door slamming. Wolf looks around him quick, finding a black metal smoker's oasis. He grabs it by the pipe just below where the cigarettes are placed, and then runs over to the limo, swinging it just as it drives off. Wolf misses with his attempt at a strike, and then glares down as the limo stops at the end of the parking lot, Corey poking his head out.

Lazarus: Sorry, Dusty! Maybe next time! Rock n' fucking roll!!

The limo speeds off, and Dustin doesn't break his glare once.

Renegade Souljahs vs G.O.D

PWA Tag-Team Title Match


Brian Rentfro: “This has been one interesting night Jon, So much has happened we’ve found THE MAN from who’s the man and now the two former opponents are now allies to face off against the NEW PWA Tag Team Champions The Renegade Souljahs.”

Jon McDaniel: “You know this young tag team is just shocking Brain they come in talk a lot a smack and then take the Titles from a single opponent, they seemed so proud but we’ll see how they fair against two of the best in PWA.

Eric Emerson: “This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP, introducing first the challengers hailing from Corner Brook Newfoundland Canada “The Viper” Hunter Sullivan, and from Swords Ireland Jacob Figgins they are G.O.D.”

The lights in the venue dim as a hand becomes visible throwing the entrance curtain open. And out comes the Celtic Fury, with Hunter Sullivan 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 in front of him. Letting his arms fall back down to his side he began his trek towards the squared circle, 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.

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

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. 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.

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. The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes.
Eric Emerson: “There Opponents come to us from Seattle Washington they weigh in at a combined weight of 425 pounds they are the current and defending PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS THE RENEGADE SOULJAHS!”

The Lights dimmed down as I’m a Souljah Started to blare across the arena’s P.A. system as the Tag Team Champions walked out from behind the veiled curtain. Ryan took his belt off his waist and raised it high into the air with one hand as Zout was seen petting his title that was so gracefully placed over his left shoulder.

I'm a Souljah [Souljah]
On this battlefield I'll die
And I'm wanted [wanted]
Dead or alive
I'm a Souljah [Souljah]
In the steel tank I ride
And I'm wanted [wanted]
Dead or alive.

The two men slowly made their way to the shimmering ramp and refused to touch anyone near the aisle way they seemed to good for that the walk only lasted a few seconds as the two men looked at each other and dropped their belts, without a second to waste the Souljahs ran into the ring and started to punch and kick there unsuspecting opponents.
DING, DING, DING!!!! The bell rang out clearly as their music was instantly cut and the match became under way. Ryan took the offensive to Figgins with a brutal knee to the gut, the force doubled the Irish man over clutching his already soar body. Without hesitation Ross dropped to his back and lifted his feet into Jacob’s unprotected chest causing him to move up with such force that he left the ring by way of top rope ejection. In the other corner Zout had taken “The Viper” to the mat and was stomping a mud hole in him in the corner. Ryan moved over quickly to help his partner stomp the piss out of there revered opponent.

Jon McDaniel: “What a low path to victory the champions are trying to take catching their opponents off guard after they just finished a match no less than one hour ago.”

Brian Rentfro: “You know what Jon I’m going to disagree what a smart pair of men getting the jump on clearly weakened opponents trying to make short work of them showing who the men really are.”

Ryan and Zout lifted Hunter off the mat and quickly pulled him to the center of the ropes pushing him back and tossing him to the other side of the ring Zout took a short charge as Ross kept to a short distance. On Sullivan’s quick rebound and return Zout Dropped to the mat trapping hunter’s ankles in his own legs and Dropping him face first to the mat, Before Hunter started his decent to the mat Ryan swiftly moved into position and took a knee in short order Hunters skull smashed into Ryan’s knee causing an odd cracking noise to be heard around the arena. Hunter gripped his face in pain no visible blood could be seen but an obvious face of pain could be seen. The ref quickly got into the scene pushing Zout out of the ring leaving the now two legal men to continue the match.

Brian Rentfro: “I must say Jon I have never seen a move like that before in the PWA it looked devastating and as you can hear from the fans reaction they seemed quite shocked by it. “

Jon McDaniel: “You may be right about the move but I’m glad the ref stepped in to finally break up that string of double team shenanigans.”

“Red Hot” lifted “The Viper” off the mat slowly getting him to his knees and taking a step back, charging forward Ryan pulled back his leg and delivered a stiff kick to Hunter’s open chest. Sullivan hit the mat writhing in pain as Ryan jumped on him for a cover.

Ref: “One…Two…” The Ref stopped the count when Hunter shot his shoulder off the mat.

Ryan shook his head in disappointment and took a hand full of Sullivan’s black hair lifting him to his feet in a rough pull. Figgins now appeared on the apron looking disgruntled and taken a back but could do nothing about it. Ryan pulled Sullivan towards the ropes and pulled him throwing him across the ring to the opposite side, Figgy reached out and got two fingers on the rebounding Hunter, the Ref declared a tag which Ryan didn’t see on Hunters return Ryan jumped and nailed a beautiful drop kick, he pushed himself off the mat and threw his arms out to the side leaving him wide open for an attack. Figgy jumped into the ring and ran at the unsuspecting Ross. Ryan turned around only to catch site of a graceful European Upper cut hit him square in the chin knocking him back into the neutral corner. Zout ran down the apron and tried to deliver a closeline to Figgy but with ease Jacob blocked it and struck Mark with a stiff Headbutt causing him to fall of the apron and bump to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: “Now this is what I’m talking about I don’t care how beat up these guys are they are the most talented we have seen in a long time.”

Figgins quickly turned his attention back to Ryan; Figgy pulled back and lifted his bicep into Ryan’s face a second time driving him hard back into the corner. Ryan Stumbled out and looked dazed not knowing what was coming next, Jacob lifted his toes into Ryan’s six pack abdomen doubling him over, Figgy then wrapped his arms around his foes waist and lifted him up and down back first onto the mat in a smooth gutwrench suplex, Ryan grabbed his back and neck. Figgins rolled over on top of his opponent going for a pinfall.

Ref: “One…Two…” Ryan kicked out with force not giving up for anything this match was to important to give up.

Ryan rolled to his stomach slowly as Jacob got to his feet and grabbed Ryan’s head, with a quick pull of the tights’ though Ryan pulled Figgins’s face down and into the second turnbuckle dazing him momentarily. Ryan quickly rolled to his corner and tagged in the fresh man Mark Zout.

Jon McDaniel: “I have to say this match is quite fast paced and back n forth the challenges still have a lot of fight in them but it seems the champs may have the upper hand.”

Brian Rentfro: “You’re right the champs do have the upper hand.”

Mark hopped into the ring and charged the face down Figgins still on the second turnbuckle, with a great leap and maximum force Zout grabbed his legs and pushed them out slamming Jacobs face hard into the second turnbuckle causing him to fall down onto the mat. Zout rolled backwards to his feet and pulled on Figgy’s pony tail lifting his head off the mat a little and with another amazing lift of his leg stomped his head down hard on to the mat. Figgins grabbed his face in pain and stomped and kicked the mat hard as his face started to bleed from the forehead. Zout sultrily walked forward and grabbed Jacob by the head lifting him off the mat. Mark then placed Figgy’s head under his left arm and with his right hand grabbed Jacob’s tights pulling off the mat fast and slamming him down hard on the mat with a snap suplex, Zout rolled over ontop of his foe and went for a cover.

Ref: “One….Two…Thr-“ Hunter leapt into the ring to break up the count but quickly rolled out
avoiding any problems with the Referee.

Zout looked up at Hunter in a grimace; he then lifted Figgy to his feet and pushed him to the ropes with a mighty swing of his arms and body Zout pushed and released his opponent into the ring in an Irish whip, Figgins hit the opposite side and can recoiling back with amazing speed Zout thrust his arm out in a closeline but Jacob ducked it and hit the opposite side of the ropes coming back with even more speed Zout turned with his arm out as Jacob threw his arm out. The two men caught each other in a double closeline causing both men to leave the mat and spin down hitting hard. Neither man moved for a moment the fans started to cheer and stomp, in moment both started to roll to their stomachs and move slowly to their respected side of the ring, Zout reached his corner first tagging in his partner just as Figgy did the same thing. Sullivan quickly got into the ring and charged the now in ring Ryan delivering a flying forearm Ryan bumped hard on the mat Zout reached his feet next only to receive a European Uppercut and hit the mat himself. Ryan got to his feet only to feel a stiff Enziguri causing him to face bump on the mat, only a second went by until Zout was back on his feet and charging at Hunter who thrust his knee into his Foe tossing him over it in a sweet kitchen sink. Zout rolled out of the ring leaving the two legal men inside to battle it out.

Jon McDaniel: “Hunter is a man possessed Brian what a hot tag that was.”

Hunter lifted Ryan off the mat and put his arm behind Ryan’s head entangling his arm in a half nelson, Hunter lifted his opponent off the mat and dropped him hard on his head in a half nelson suplex. The fans went nuts but quickly quieted down as Ryan got to his feet and Yelled an in audible word, Hunter looked surprised and shocked but quickly booted Ross in the gut bending him over he then pulled his doubled over opponent under his arm and lifted him off the mat in a suplex position he then fell back quickly driving Ryan’s head hard into the mat with a Brainbuster DDT. Ryan lay on the mat motionless Hunter looked around at the cheering fans and quickly went for the cover.

Ref: “One…Two…Thre-“Ryan thrust his shoulder off the mat almost out of the grave.

Hunter looked mad but got to his feet and lifted Ryan to his he then thrust his head under his arm a second time but Ryan countered with a toe stomp, he then lifted his knee into Hunter’s face causing him to lift his head back up without a moment going by Ryan spun around and hit Sullivan square in the face with a roaring elbow, Hunter stayed on his feet but his eye’s began to glaze over Ryan pulled back his foot and kicked hunter in the shin dropping him to one knee and with this Ryan stepped on the upright knee and thrust his knee into Hunter’s face causing hunter to collapse to the mat and Ryan to fall bumping on to the mat both men down for a second time.

Brian Rentfro: “This is unreal Jon what a fighter he took two powerful signature moves by Hunter but Ross almost seemed unaffected and then with a flurry of strikes just laid waste to his opponent.”

Jon McDaniel: “No kidding Brian that was the most amazing chain of events I’ve ever seen.”

Ryan stirred first slowly rolling over clutching neck, as he inched his way to his corner. At the same time Hunter started to get up in a standing position and slowly make his way to his corner. Both men simultaneously tagged there partner and the two new men got into the ring, Figgy ran at Zout and gave him a knee lift about to grab him and pull him down when Ryan got to his feet and spat into his face with a large amount of red mist. Figgy clutched his eyes trying hard to rub out the liquid blind him as Ryan dropped to his back and rolled out of the ring. Zout quickly charged over and lifted the blinded Jacob onto his shoulders ready to deliver the big finisher his Mark Out. Mark started to spin only to Turn and see Hunter running full speed lifting his foot and hitting Zout with the VIPER SNAP Zout collapsed to the mat and Figgy fell on top of the KO'd Zout.

Ref: “One…Two…Three”

The Ref declared the bell rang and the match ended Hunter threw is arm’s in the air and the belts were handed to them Ryan stood up and looked awestruck as his friend lay on the mat lifeless as the belts were switching owners.

Jon McDaniel: “What a finish Brian that was absolutely amazing what a way to win that boot might have been the biggest kick I have ever seen and a match ender.”

Brian Rentfro: “Jon the rookies just lost their belts I hope this make them rethink who they challenge and what they say to the future opponents because as we saw tonight it just shows that you’ll get the s knocked out of you.”

Eric Emerson: “The winners of the match, and NEW PWA TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS; Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins…. G.O.D.”

Jon McDaniel: Even after their grueling battle earlier, the new Co-Franchise men of the PWA are now also World Tag-Team Champions!

Brian Rentfro: Where they go from here, is a question I can’t wait to see answered!

The Phoenix vs Riona Langly

PWA World Title Match


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

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

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

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###
As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, the red bangs at the front hiding her face as she silhouettes herself on the light.

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

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

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger...

Eric Emerson: Introducing first/next... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches.

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

Riona paces across the entrance ramp and showing everyone what she's got as the lasers turn back to red with Tajra's voice returning.

### My first cry never-ending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

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

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

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###
She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

Eric Emerson: And now, the PWA World Heavyweight Champion...hailing from Orlando, Florida...Rob Robinson...The Phoenix!

The Final Countdown by Europe begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC ADCtron 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 the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This match is the culmination of nearly four months of hostilities between these two.

Brian Rentfro And don't forget, Jon, that Riona has never beaten the Phoenix in a one-on-one match up.

Jon McDaniel: That's true, Brian, and this is her second shot at the World title, having failed to capture it at Xmas at Ground Zero and then failing to advance to the finals of the contender's tournament to main event Genesis.

Riona and Phoenix circle each other and lock up. Phoenix powers Langly into the corner and the referee calls for a clean break, which Phoenix provides. Again they lock up and Phoenix pushes Riona to the corner. Again, he breaks cleanly. Up on the entrance ramp, Chamelion comes out with a folding chair and a bucket of popcorn. He sets up the chair and sits down to watch the match. Phoenix stands in the middle of the ring, looking smug as Riona comes out to face him. She stares up at him and slaps him across the face.

Jon McDaniel: Riona is letting Phoenix know she doesn't approve of his games.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, well Robinson is letting Riona know that she's trying to compete in a man's sport!

Phoenix whips Riona into the ropes and tries to clothesline her as she comes back. Riona ducks under and rebounds with a flying cross body, but Phoenix drops to the mat and Riona sails over him, bouncing off the mat. Phoenix springs to his feet and pounces on Riona, landing with an elbow to her spine. Phoenix grabs both of Langly's arms and plants a foot on her back, applying a bow and arrow submission. Phoenix moves his foot and pulls Riona to her feet by the arm, only to take her back down with a short clothesline. Phoenix puts one foot on Riona's chest for a lazy cover.

1...
Kick out.

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix should know there's no way he was going to get a pinfall that soon.

Brian Rentfro: That wasn't about the pinfall, Jon. Rob just wants to make sure she knows who the boss is.

Jon McDaniel: But Robinson isn't president anymore.

Brian Rentfro: Are you even paying attention?

Phoenix puts Langly in a side headlock in the middle of the ring. Riona elbows out of it and whips Phoenix into the rope. He comes back and sends her down with a shoulder block. He leans down to pick Riona up, but she jabs him in the throat. He staggers back and Riona gets to her feet. She jumps up and hooks her legs for a hurricarrana, but Phoenix grabs the ropes and doesn't flip over. Instead, he hooks his arms around her and drops backwards for a modified Flame.

1...
2...
Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: It was still too early to go for a win, but that Flame may have been the difference maker in this match.

Riona is still down on the mat, so Phoenix climbs up to the top turnbuckle and comes down with the Ashes. Riona rolls out of the way at the last second and Phoenix clutches his elbow. Riona gets to her feet first and sweeps Robinson's feet out from under him as he tries to stand. She quickly drops down and starts hammering him with punches. Phoenix tries to squirm away, but Riona grabs his mask and won't let him escape. He finally manages to shove her away and quickly scoots backwards into the corner. Before he can pull himself to his feet, Riona runs in and hits him in the face with a dropkick.

Brian Rentfro: Dammit, Jon! Why'd you have to go and jinx it?

Riona puts Phoenix in an arm bar, but he rolls through it and applies his own, but Riona flips backwards, putting Phoenix into a hammerlock. Phoenix elbows Riona in the head once, twice, then she ducks down and hooks his arm while spinning around and turns it into a backslide.

1...
Kick out!

Phoenix rolls to his feet, but Riona springs forward with a shoulder block, sending the champion back into the corner. Two knee lifts later and Phoenix is sagging. Riona grabs a front face lock, spins around to the second turnbuckle and hits a tornado DDT.

1...
2...
Kick out!

Riona slides out of the ring and grabs Phoenix's legs and pulls him towards the ring post. She takes his left leg and slams it repeatedly against the post. She slides back into the ring and grabs Phoenix's arms and pulls him out to the middle of the ring. She heads to the top rope and comes down with the Angelic Euphoria.

1...
2...
Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix has to get back in this thing in a hurry if he wants to retain his title.

Phoenix is trying to get to his feet, but Riona stands in front of him, grabbing his head. He shoots up, hitting her with a shoulder to the midsection. He grabs her head and tries to take Riona down with a Russian leg sweep, but she hooks her leg and twists over to hit the Tourniquet.

Brian Rentfro: NO!!!!

1...
2...
3!

Jon McDaniel: She did it!

Brian Rentfro: No! Look, Phoenix's foot is on the bottom rope!

Riona is on her feet, raising her arms in victory, but the referee is holding up two fingers in her face. She is screaming at the ref that it was a three count. Phoenix gets to his feet behind her and runs forward, spearing both her and the ref into the corner. The referee slumps down, out cold. Since the ref cushioned the blow, Riona is up quickly and starts trading punches with the Phoenix. The go back and forth until Phoenix blocks on and hooks his arm under hers. Her lifts Riona up in a half-nelson and nails the Pink Slip. Phoenix drops down and covers.

Crowd: 1...2...3!

The Phoenix looks around and just now notices that the referee is out cold. He slams his hands on the mat in frustration.

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe it! The Phoenix should have just won the match!

Phoenix slaps the referee a couple of times, and he looks like he's starting to come around, so Phoenix heads back over and covers again.

Crowd: 1...2...3!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, come on! Where the hell is that ref?

Phoenix gets up, cursing under his breath and sees the referee, still sprawled out on the mat. He heads over and kicks the referee in the side, but the man doesn't move. Phoenix throws his hands up and heads back to Riona. He bends down to pick her up, but she hits him with a low blow. Phoenix crumples to his knees, then all the way down to the mat. Riona gets to her feet, rather unsteadily, and grabs Phoenix's right leg and puts him in a figure four leg lock. Phoenix fights and claws and slowly gets to the ropes, but Riona won't break the hold since the referee is still out. Phoenix screams at her, but this just causes her to pull down harder on his leg, and he let's out a fresh scream of pain. Phoenix slaps the mat with his hand, but Riona still won't let him go.

Jon McDaniel: Smart move by Riona. She just has to keep that hold applied and let the damage build up until the referee is in position.

The referee pushes himself up and sees Phoenix in the ropes and crawls over, telling Riona to break the hold. She finally does, reluctantly. The Phoenix uses the ropes to pull himself out of the ring. He throws his arms to the side in disgust and hobbles to the time keeper's table and grabs his title belt.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...

As he limps past the ring, Riona realizes what's going on and hurries after him, up the entrance ramp.

6...
7...

She grabs Phoenix's arm and spins him around, but he decks with a right hook.

8...

Riona goes down to a knee, but tackles Phoenix backwards and starts brawling on the entrance ramp.

9...

Chamelion looks on, amused as Riona and Phoenix keep fighting.

10!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...the winner of this match by count out...Riona Langly! However, the since the title cannot change hands on a count out...the PWA World Heavyweight champion...the Phoenix!

Riona's head whips around at this, apparently having forgotten the count going on. As she's distracted, Phoenix grabs her hair and yanks it, sending her down to the floor. Phoenix is quickly on top of her, kicking and punching, slamming her in the head with the title belt.

Jon McDaniel: This isn't called for!

Brian Rentfro: She shouldn't have cheated!

Jon McDaniel: Cheated? What are you talking about?

Brian Rentfro: Dammit, Jon! Pay attention!

Suddenly, G.O.D appear behind Phoenix and they don't look happy.

Jon McDaniel: Here comes trouble. These two will be facing the Phoenix due to the outcome of the Who's the Man tournament tonight!

Brian Rentfro: No! Moke, Dragon, get out here! Chamelion, get up off that chair!!

Jacob Figgins and Hunter Sullivan grab Phoenix's arms and pull him off Riona, then start attacking Riona themselves! Phoenix smiles and motions to them to pull her to her feet. He motions to the side of the stage and the three men are all smiling now. G.O.D toss Riona off the side of the stage area. As she lays there, 10 feet down on the concrete floor, Phoenix stands on the edge of the stage and raises his arms over his head, then jumps off and hits Riona with the Ashes. Sullivan and Figgins climb down and help Phoenix to his feet, then get in a couple more kicks, before Phoenix motions to them to follow him. They head back to the ring, where Chamelion is waiting for them. Chamelion is applauding as Sullivan and Figgins hold the ropes for the World champion. Once they're all in the ring, Sullivan secures the World title belt around Phoenix's waist while Chamelion hands him a microphone. Chamelion calls over to someone at ringside, who hand G.O.D. their tag team title belts.

Jon McDaniel: What… is this!?

Brian Rentfro: Shhhh!!

Phoenix: Take a good look here, folks, this is the future of the PWA. The Phoenix, Chamelion, Generation of Destruction...we're gods to you people. In fact, you could say that we're the Pantheon of the PWA. So bow down to us, because from now on, we're the ones running the show. We're the definition of excellence and we're sick and tired of being surrounded by people that are merely average. That's why we've banded together, because excellence shouldn't have to mingle with the garbage. So Riona, McNasty, Jethro, Petrov, Ryan Ross, whoever, pay attention. This is the mark that you'll have to measure up to if you ever want to have a future in the PWA.

Stepping up, Chamelion takes the mic from Phoenix, and he waits a moment while the tremendous booing from the crowd lessens.

Chamelion: Phoenix speaks the truth. See, when you look at the list of “Superstars” in the PWA, what do you get? Hicks like Jethro? Crazy has beens like McNasty? 150lb girls who think they’re invincible? Come on! Each week, every time we’re in this ring, we do so much more.. I mean, take a look at Hunter and Figgins here? No matter how many times they faltered, they came back; improved; became G.O.D.s! Phoenix? Damned near a year dealing with loss after loss, feuding with that piece of crap, McNasty; and what did he come away with? The knowledge and skill to beat the best in the business and hold that PWA World Title longer then anyone. And of course, there’s me, the Most Devious SOB in the Business; orchestrating this whole affair!

He grins mischievously.

Chamelion: The Pantheon are your Gods, PWA, and as Phoenix says; it’s time you started to measure up to OUR level. Challenge us, step up to us.. but Dammit, you will respect us. GOT IT!?

As Phoenix’s music kicks in, the four men raise their titles above their heads. Tag-Team, Grizzly Beer and World Title Champions; THE PANTHEON!

Fade

(Post PPV notes – All matches were decided either be RPS or by full awareness of all involved parties.)