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


03-21-2009


Before Rampage


About a dozen fans are standing around the Adelphi Coliseum in Nashville, Tennessee and are waiting on the Saturday Night Rampage set to air. Each of them is outback watching various PWA superstars arrive in rented vehicles or perhaps their own personal vehicles; either way, they are watching them arrive. A bronze colored Chevrolet Tahoe pulls up to a gate that blocks the eager fans from getting to the true back of the building where the stars park. The gate opens up and the vehicle pulls through to the nearest empty parking spot. As the door opens, Colt Ford's "Buck Em" cuts off and out steps Jethro Hayes. The fans explode in cheers as the man who makes his home in the state just below theirs gets out of the vehicle. They think of him as one of their own and he acknowledges their presence with a wave. They are shouting for him to come and sign some items but he shakes his head no and points to the watch on his wrist.

Jethro: "I can't right now, but let me go and put up my stuff and I'll come right back out."

The crowd groans, because all of the others that say this never come back out and sign. A few minutes later, just enough time for Jethro to put down his baggage, he walks out of the back door and has two people with him. The crowd explodes in cheers as Seamus and Sean O'Connor are walking with Jethro out of the back door. The three men come up to the gate and a side door opens up beside the gate and the three men walk out, Sharpe markers in hands.

Jethro: "I hope you didn't mind, but I brought a couple of friends out with me."

Sean: "When we heard there were fans out back, we couldn't resist signing a few autographs."

Seamus nods his approval to this and the three begin to sign immediately. They sign photos, action figures, and Jethro signs a couple copies of his DVD book for a young gentleman and his girlfriend.

Sean and Seamus sign an advertisement of the card here at the Adelphia Coliseum for a few of the fans.

Seamus: "Hey Jethro, what time is it?"

Jethro looks down at his watch and notices the time with a shocked look on his face.

Jethro: "About 6:00pm"

Sean and Seamus finish their little conversation and tell the gathering crowd that they have to go and prepare for their match. They turn and walk back through the little side door and Jethro is left out there with the fans, but he would have it no other way as he is carrying on a few different conversations at once. For each fan that comes up he signs their Jethro memorabilia and chats with them for a bit. He looks down at his watch and it has moved on to 6:30pm.

Bobby(little boy in the crowd): "Jethro, what do you think your chances are against Chamelion?"

Jethro seems to think about this for a minute.

Jethro: "Well, Chamelion is a seasoned veteran of this sport and has probably forgotten more than I will ever know so I honestly think it will be a bit one sided in our match. I think he will take me to school inside that ring and I kind of want him to."

Bobby: "Why?"

Jethro: "Because it is a learning experience inside there. Chamelion is one of the best, his belt proves that, and if he can take me to school, then I can learn what a multiple time champion knows. Oh I won't learn it all in one match, but this time I will learn enough so that next time I won't have as much to learn."

Jack(little boy in the crowd): "What about The Pantheon? Do you think you will have anyone help you out?"

Jethro seems to think about it again.

Jethro: "I honestly don't know because so many people are afraid to rock the boat in a normal circumstance and with these four and two of them being in the higher ups, they are even more afraid of rocking the boat."

Jack: "Then why aren't you afraid of rocking the boat?"

Jethro: "Simply because a long time ago I learned that you have to face your fears to overcome them. I'm not scared of them, yeah they could fire me easily enough, but if that is the case they would fire me anyways."

An adult man in the crowd: "What is the surprise the board of directors has to announce tonight?"

Jethro smiles and shakes his head to the groan of the crowd.

Jethro: "As much as I would love to tell you all that and I would, you will leak it to the internet and Jacob, Hunter, and Phoenix cannot know about it until tonight under any circumstances."

Same man: "How do you know that Chamelion hasn't already told them?"

Jethro smiles again.

Jethro: "Simply because if he does, and the reaction will definitely show, he will be stripped of his Grizzly Beer championship."

The crowd looks shocked.

Jethro: "But in the meantime, I have got to go and get ready for my match against Chamelion."

The growing crowd wishes him good luck as he turns heading back towards the building and his match with the Grizzly Beer champion.

Nuke Fusion vs Jacob Collins

Singles Match


The bell rings and they lock up. Collins tries to get technical early on, trying for a Frankensteiner, but Fusion shoves him back as soon as his feet leave the ground. He rolls back into the ropes. Collins runs at Fusion with a spear, but Fusion lifts his foot, and Collins goes face first into it and drops. Fusion picks him up and lifts him into a suplex. Fusion lifts him up again and sets him up for a spine buster. Instead of slamming him, he puts Collins up top and sets up for a superplex, but Collins recovers and does a top rope sunset flip.

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kickout!

Collins has the upper hand as he picks Fusion up and moves into the corner. He executes a Tornado DDT, but midway through Fusion shoves him off, and Collins flies literally across the ring. Collins rolls back and hits the ropes. He runs at Fusion, and hits a drop kick, but Fusion side steps. This time Fusion picks up Collins and whips him into the ropes. Collins jumps up and springs boards off the ropes into a flying side kick into Fusion's face, knocking him over. Collins is up and jumps up top and hits a moonsault.

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thKICK!

Fusion is slowly recovering, up to his hands and knees, but Collins hits the ropes and slide dropkicks into his face. Fusion falls back into a sitting position. Collins charges him and hits a front rolling neck breaker. Fusion sits up again, and when Collins goes for a reverse rolling neck breaker, Fusion ducks and Collins slams into the mat. Fusion gets up, picks up Collins and whips him into the ropes. Collins comes back and hops onto Fusion for the Hurricanrana, but gets power bombed instead. Fusion covers.

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KICK!

Collins doesn't just kick, but he grabs Fusion's arm for an arm bar, and brings Fusion down to his knees. Fusion struggles to get to his feet and he reverses the arm bar and then kicks Collins the gut. With Collins bent over, Fusion bounces off the ropes and connects with the Fusion Cutter!

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3!

DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Nuke Fusion in 5:15

A Turn For The Better


I’m a Souljah hits the P.A. system of the beautiful arena In Nashville Tennessee and the fans erupt in boos. Ryan Ross and Mark Zout simultaneously step out from behind the curtain without their titles and with their heads held high. Ryan shook his head as they walked solemnly down the long ramp to the pristine ring. Ryan took the high road and hopped on to the apron before stepping between the top and middle rope, as Zout took the low road and rolled under the bottom. Both men walked across the ring and grabbed a pair of microphones that were set on the apron obviously to speak to the LIVE audience.

Ryan speaks first looking up at the hard camera as he spoke. “As you might have heard or seen last week at “Who’s The Man.” Me and my partner lost our match to, well the co-franchises” Ryan said that word with a puzzled look to Zout who just shrugged in reply to his silent question. “Of PWA the two men that most represent this company, Jacob Figgins and Hunter Sullivan.” The fans cheered loudly to that comment showing that the Renegade Souljahs weren’t liked too much as champions.

“Ryan’s right. We got beat fair and square by the two guys that made the Pay-Per-View. They not only had to fight us but they also had to fight EACHOTHER to a no contest draw, making them equals and equally the best in this federation.” Mark Zout chimed in. “But the loss really started to get us to think, HOW? How did they beat us? Weren’t we the best?” The fans started to chant loudly, “YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK.” Zout smiled humbly and waited for the fans to quite down before continuing.

“I wasn’t thinking of that so much as me and Ross’s egos got in the way of us preparing for the match. The thought of us losing was a joke until our worlds came crumbling down. We started with nothing and he we are with nothing again.” Mark paused, to allow the eruption of cheers at their loss to once again fade. “It made us think about our behavior as of late…” Zout paused again, but Ryan quickly cut in.

“Well I wouldn’t say of late, so much as our whole career. Well, at least your uncle and I were really quite the hated team – reasonably so. You, on the other hand, had a few fans until I blew it for you, buddy.” Ryan shook his head sadly, and motioned to the giant screen above the ramp entrance; Mark walked over and patted him on the back. “But after our loss,” Ryan continued, “We decided that we’d turn over a new leaf and stop wrestling for us and ego’s but,” Ryan smirked. “To instead put on an amazing show each and every time we come out of the backstage area and walk down this aisle to the ring. And not for us. For each and every one of you who spend your hard earned money to come out here and see us compete. For each and every one of you, because you deserve to get the best possible show we can produce! Having the fans adore us would be amazing in my book; a really great change of pace.”

“And I’ll tell you one thing: I was really starting to miss all my MARKZ out there.” Mark did a little spin move and pointed in a circle around the arena. The fans popped a little as their A Number One favorite Mark was back on the side of light - a Blue Lantern of Hope and not a Red Lantern of Rage.

Ryan put his hand up to settle the crowd. “And I would like to point out one thing before we end this, and that would be our re-match clause. In every contract - unless specifically noted otherwise – there will be a re-match clause for the title. I would like to ask how many of you fans would like to see the best two teams in PWA go at it one more time?” The fans exploded in cheers and clapping, maybe not for the Souljahs so much as for the tag match itself. “I’m not saying we’re calling it in tonight, but one day – one day soon -you’ll get that match. But until then, we both have huge matches to get ready for; so I guess we will be seeing you guy later on tonight.” And with that Ryan drops his microphone and sets out to re-enter the backstage to prepare for his match as Zout does the same giving fans handshakes and high five as they pass. A cute girl even reached out and hugged Zout, but he was quickly pushed away as she tried to get to Ryan instead. And the screen fades to black…

Final Resistance vs The O'Connor Boys

Tag Team Match


The Final Resistance come out to not much of a reaction and makes their way down to the ring. Then the crowd pops pretty big for the smallest men in PWA... The O’Connor Boys who run down to the ring slapping hands with a few fans. Inside the ring each team decides who is going to start first, Sean for OCB and Thomas Young for TFR. As usual, either member of The O’Connor Boys is outweighed and is shorter than their opponent.

Thomas asks for a lockup and Sean actually goes for it, he floats behind Young and managed an atomic drop followed by a springboard bulldog to the mat. The O’Connor Boys managed to keep away from their opponents during the match, their training having finally paid off, by flying around as much as possible. They may be smaller than their opponents, but they are usually more agile and quicker than them as well. The tide turned in The Final Resistance’s favor when Seamus sprung from the middle rope with a springboard moonsault and Young caught him powerslamming him down to the mat.

Young was able to make it to his own corner and tag in his partner, John X Core into the match. John was the freshest man because he hadn’t been in the match at all yet. He lifted Seamus up and brought him back down with a body slam. He is slightly bigger than Seamus in the weight department, but John towers over Seamus and Sean in the height area. John threw Seamus into the corner and followed with a big time body splash that nearly flattened Seamus in the corner. John backed up for another body splash and that is when the tide turned again as he was charging in, Seamus lifted up both feet and John ran face first right into them. Seamus made the tag to his brother Sean.

Sean came in with a fiery determination to win their first match back, he hit a springboard roundhouse kick that knocked Thomas Young off the ring apron and to the railing outside. Sean looked at Seamus and they both nodded. Sean nails the Bushmills Drill leaving John lying there on the mat for Seamus to hit his Irish Insignia and together it is called the Irish Car Bomb. Sean makes the cover and it is a clean one, two, three.

Winners: Sean and Seamus, the O’Connor Boys. 10:24

Mark Zout vs Mark McNasty

Marky-Mark Match


The camera fades back in from a commercial, focusing on the two figures behind the announce table as they begin to speak.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Saturday Night Rampage! Again, I am Jon McDaniel, accompanied, as always, by the ever-entertaining Brian Rentfro broadcasting live from the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit Michigan.

Brian Rentfro: That’s right, Jon, and it sounds like we’re about to get down to business with another match.

As Eric Emerson takes his place in the center of the ring, the hustle and bustle of the crowd seemed to calm a great bit. A microphone slowly descended from the rafters, which Emerson took from the air with his right hand and held to his lips.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next bout is scheduled for one fall and will be refereed by Official Dwayne Cross.

The opening notes of “Whatever You Became” by Cold danced over the heads of the fans in attendance, swaying from the speakers of the arena’s P.A. system. As the previous takes place, all lights in the arena fade until the only tone is a striking blue, cutting through the black darkness that had beseeched the place as the rays circled over the fans, ring, and entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first: hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred fifty-five pounds, and standing at six feet, three inches…

Two pyros, one on either side of the curtain, erupt in a stunning array of blue, taking some of the fans by surprise. Adding to the suspense, a thick smoke began rolling onto the stage, looming over the steel from behind the curtain, forming a fog-like mist that seemed to enchant the blue pyros as they erupted.

Eric Emerson: He is ‘The Main Event,’ Mark McNasty!

From behind the curtain emerges the man mentioned, black hair dampened and kept from his eyes. He stops at the top of the ramp, giving life to the green tassels hanging from his right bicep as he strokes his chin and cocks the brow above his left eye at the warm welcome from the fans in attendance. After a short moment his lips crack into an amused smile and he abandons his chin to point to the fans on his left, roaming his finger over them horizontally to his right. His actions result in a fabulous pop from his supporters.

Brian Rentfro: Can you believe all these idiots are cheering for this loser? Did any of them buy the pay-per-view? We’re talking about the guy that got dumped on his head, and didn’t even have the common decency to pound his opponent’s face in after the match for it.

Jon McDaniel: I believe that’s WHY they’re cheering for him, Brian. McNasty put on a great show last week, and in the end of it all showed he was not just a great competitor, but that he is also a great sportsman.

Brian Rentfro: Great. Let him teach sportsmanship to the blind kids. I want to see blood!

The green stripes running down the outsides of his legs seem to slither like serpents as he walks at what is a rather brisk pace down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of children and adults alike in a high five motion as he simultaneously makes his way down the ramp.

The resound figure passes a set of stairs, opting to roll into the ring instead. He chooses the corner closest to himself and jumps to the second turnbuckle, where he extends his arm, pointing out his fans. As one of the blue spot lights circling over the ring runs over his figure his white shirt seems to glow a regal shade of blue. Satisfied with the reaction from one half of the crowd, Mark McNasty climbs down from the turnbuckle and crosses the ring diagonally, taking his place on the second turnbuckle opposite. Again, he extends his arm, motioning toward his fans, and again the roar of his supports fills the arena. He drops from the turnbuckle and makes his way to the center of the ring, where he stands with both arms at his sides. With an expressionless face he turns his head first to the left, and then to the right before looking straight up, raising his arms toward the rafters in unison. The hiss of fire sounded, crackling overhead, and a shower of pyrotechnics pours from the ceiling, encompassing the legend. When at last the gorgeous shower ends Mark McNasty walks to the corner of the ring furthest from the entrance ramp, and his music fades and the lights in the arena return to their normal effect.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent: representing Seattle, Washington; he stands at five feet, ten inches, and weighs in tonight at two hundred five pounds…

An awe-striking chorus wafts from the speakers hidden in the rafters, accompanied by spoken vocals, “I’m about to step into the ring and do what I have to do. This right here is a physical contest. You’re gonna give your heart and your soul. This is real. This is one on one. Yo! Here we go. It’s on. Are you ready? Can you withstand the pain? Well, let’s go!” At the end of these words emerged the nephew of The Powerhouse, receiving quite the reaction of his own.

Eric Emerson: ‘The People’s Mark,’ Mark Zout!

Jon McDaniel: It doesn’t seem to matter to these people that he lost what had been the most important thing in his life just one week ago.

Brian Rentfro: He lost more than that last week, Jon. You heard what he was saying earlier tonight. He must have lost his marbles, too!

Jon McDaniel: Brian, I believe there is just a little more to this business than winning and losing, and I think young Mr. Zout here and his tag partner have figured that out.

Zout waved his hands in a downward motion, humbly attempting to quiet the cheers from his newly acquired Markz, and could do nothing to hide his smile upon getting such a positive reception. Tossing his jet black hair back and out of his face, he began his descent of the entrance ramp, stopping only once to sign the ‘iMark’ T-shirt a young fan wore upon beckoning. He continued down toward the ring, receiving several pats on the back from Markz leaning over the barrier.

When he reached the ring he ascended the steel steps nearest himself and wiped his white DC Courts on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. His silver shorts glimmered under the lights as he moved atop the second turnbuckle opposite his opponent, raising a hand to his ear. Dissatisfied with the volume of cheers he received, he waved his arms upward, pumping his Markz up, and yelled something inaudible, but unarguably positive, then nodded his head and hopped down.

As Zout’s music faded, the two competitors met in the center of the ring with the official, Dwayne Cross. The man in the striped shirt quickly went over the rules with the two men, asking afterward if they each understood. This prompted a nod from both. He then instructed the two to shake hands, a task they complied with rather willingly, and then he sent them each to the respective corners before signaling for the bell.

Ding!

Before the sound even echoed once, both competitors exploded out of their corners, clashing dead center in the ring in a lockup that quickly gave way to a test of power, one which McNasty quickly took control of, forcing Zout’s back into the top turnbuckle of the corner. Cross instructed McNasty to back off, but when the wrestler in control pretended not to hear the command, Cross was forced to start a count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Just before the fifth syllable was uttered, McNasty broke the hold, placing his hands in the air above his head as he took a step back. Then, in a surprising notion, he stepped forward again, swinging his right arm toward the head of Zout, and his palm connected with the left side of Zout’s face, resulting in a thundering slap that was heard throughout the arena, causing ‘Ohhhh!’s and gasps to erupt from everywhere. Cross immediately threw himself between the two, and forced McNasty to give Zout some room.

Brian Rentfro: Well, so much for sportsmanship, huh, Jon? Do it again, McNasty. I want blood!

Zout, relieved with the space granted, placed a hand over the reddening cheek and worked his jaw as he stumbled out of the corner, running his free hand over the top rope as he made his way away from the corner. He turned his head side to side, cracking it, before rolling his shoulders and signaling to his opponent he was ready for a second lockup.

With a smirk, McNasty placed both his arms in the air in front of himself and began to circle with Zout in a counter-clockwise pattern, each of them drawing nearer to the other before they again locked up. McNasty took another early advantage and began pushing Zout back toward the same corner before Zout broke his arms away from his opponent and dropped to the mat, trapping his legs in front of McNasty’s ankle and behind his knee, slamming his foe down face first with a quick drop toe hold.

Upon contact with the mat, McNasty immediately drew his hands up to his face, both a reaction to the pain of the impact and also to check himself for injury. Unfortunately for him, this gave Zout enough time to roll over his back and lock him securely in a headlock. Angry that he had been bested by his disadvantageous foe, McNasty snarled, wrapping his right arm around the back of his opponent, and his left around the midsection, locking his hands against Zout’s right ribs. He then pushed against the man in control of the hold, and used their combined force to help push himself to his feet. At this point the fans were split, and a good portion of them were cheering McNasty on, willing him to escape the hold.

Jon McDaniel: It seems to me that no matter what Zout tries McNasty is either one step ahead or able to counter in short time. No, wait! What do we have here?

As McNasty released the grip around Zout’s torso – looking to punish the youngster’s solar plexus with a couple well placed elbows – Zout tripped the ankle of the other competitor and cranked his opponent’s head down, sucking it in toward his own body, and took him straight back down to the canvas back first in what was truly a beautiful headlock takeover.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, c’mon, McNasty! Don’t take this crap off that little twirp!

McNasty let a guttural grunt slip past his lips as Zout tightened his arms around his neck. Zout leaned in toward the body of McNasty as he squeezed, pinning the shoulders of the larger star. Dwayne Cross had already lowered himself to the mat and checked the shoulders of McNasty before slapping his hand against the mat.

One!

Two!


McNasty roared, rolling his shoulder up, only to find himself back in the same position a second later.

One!

Two!


Again, McNasty rolled a shoulder up, and now pressed his own weight against Zout, using the leverage of the two to his advantage as he quickly found a knee and surely pressed his right foot against the mat. In a burst of power he pressed himself up to both feet and leaned back, pulling Zout toward the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: McNasty needs to be careful here, Brian. Zout seems to have the upper hand in the technical department. He’s already gained two near falls over McNasty, and we’ve seen how upset McNasty has gotten in recent matches, resulting in costly errors.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, I’m not sure you know what you’re talking about. Look at the power McNasty has. Zout can’t evade that sort of power all night. McNasty’s been in this industry longer than Zout has been parading his uncle’s lame gimmick, and that sort of veteran knowledge is what is going to do Zout in. Just you watch.

McNasty leaned back against the ropes, using their elasticity to give himself even more power as he placed a hand against the back of Zout and threw him forward. Zout ran across the length of the ring, bounded off the ropes on the opposite side, and came back full speed toward McNasty. Zout lowered his shoulder, looking for a big shoulder block, but McNasty sidestepped at the last moment, leaving Zout to continue on, bounding off the ropes again. As Zout came back a second time McNasty leapt into the air, spreading his legs, and clearing the shorter competitor with a high leapfrog, then dropped to the mat just in front of the ropes Zout was now bounding off of. Zout quickly stepped over the downed body of McNasty, and bounded off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He was surprised to find McNasty already in front of him; arm extended, and was immediately sucked into a hip toss. McNasty let loose a rather dark laugh as Zout’s body curved through the air, but was cut short as Zout over-rotated, looping his right arm through McNasty’s, and took him back to his back with a spontaneous arm drag. Angry, but not necessarily upset, McNasty slapped the mat, gathering his feet. He ran toward Zout, but Zout, whom had also gathered his feet, quickly looped his arm through McNasty’s and dropped to his back, again whipping McNasty over him in another arm drag. McNasty snarled gaining his feet again, finding Zout running fast at him. This time it was McNasty whom looped an arm through Zout’s, whipping him over in an arm drag of his own. Both men were immediately up, and in a position which indicated they were both prepared for another charge, however neither of them made a move. The entire crowd erupted in deafening cheers, and not one of them remained seated.

Brian Rentfro: What did I tell you, Jon? McNasty is just as composed as ever.

Jon McDaniel: I think you’re right, Brian. Mc Nasty is showing us self control that has been lacking from his past several matches. I’m interested to see how the rest of this match will play out.

The two began circling again, for another lockup. They stepped in closer and closer before McNasty burst forward with a grapple. However, Zout quickly rolled under his reach and ran forward, bounding off the ropes. As he returned toward the center of the ring he leapt up feet first in a front dropkick. McNasty expected so much, however, and managed to catch Zout’s legs, then lean back and spin in a clockwise circle – all in the same fluid motion. Zout found himself becoming dizzy with the spins before McNasty released his feet, sending Zout soaring through the air until he finally came to a dead stop.

Brian Rentfro: Brawn and brain, Jon. Game over for the squirrel. McNasty’s gonna take this home now.

Jon McDaniel: I must admit, that was quite the impressive counter. Zout has to recompose himself quickly if he is to salvage this match.

Brian Rentfro: What’s there to salvage? McNasty is like a caged animal in that ring. I wouldn’t want to be in there with him. Would you?

Jon McDaniel: Well, no. I can’t say that I would.

Zout let out a yelp of disoriented pain as his shoulder blades collided with the top turnbuckle of the corner he had been sent into with a one way ticket, and then he collapsed into a sitting position with his head resting against the middle turnbuckle. McNasty took the opportunity to run at his fallen foe full speed, and connected the sole of his black boot with the side of Zout’s head, rocking the youngster out of his mind. McNasty then leaned over Zout, upper lip contorted in a snarl, and began driving right fist after right fist into the skull of his opponent, sending Zout’s head lulling back with each strike. The official, Dwayne Cross, was quick to approach the corner, commanding McNasty to back off, but the crazed athlete ignored Cross’ order, forcing the referee to begin a count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Get off him!

Four!

McNasty stood up straight and tall, looking down at the official, then his voice rumbled so that all near ringside, including the television camera, could hear, “I have until five!” With that, he sent one last fist barreling into the face of Zout, causing a trickle of blood to drip from Zout’s lip, before turning and walking away from the corner, a sadistic smile twisting the corners of his lips.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t believe this! Somebody has to stop him – he’s gonna kill him!

Brian Rentfro: Nonsense, Jon. The kid knew who he was getting into the ring with, and he decided to show up, anyway. Look! There’s the blood! More, McNasty, more!

Zout cocked his head to the side and spit through the ropes. His salivate was a crimson red. Then he took hold of the middle ropes and pulled himself up, arching his back as he stood. Taking a step forward, toward the McNasty he saw in the middle of his blurred vision, he collapsed, crumpling to a knee. This caught the attention of McNasty, who turned with his sadistic smile to find Zout in the position he was.

With a scoff, McNasty sent another right hand into the face of Zout before grabbing him by his hair to pull him upright. McNasty stood tall and proud as he did so, obviously in control of the match now. He pulled Zout in close, yelling something in his face, before he threw the younger competitor back into the corner. McNasty mounted the middle ropes, placing a foot on either side of Zout’s body, and slowly reined down fist after fist, the portion of the crowd that supported McNasty chanted with each blow, while the underdog fans let loose a string of jeers.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

McNasty hesitated with his fist, letting it hover in the air above his head before slamming it down into the face of Zout, the McNasty supporters erupting in screams as he did so.

Ten!

Mark McNasty hopped down and grabbed Zout by the head, controlling his opponent as he ran across the ring to the opposite corner, where he slammed Zout’s face into the turnbuckle. As Zout stumbled back, it became apparent that his forehead was now cut open, and blood was beginning to form at the cut and trickle free, falling into his eyes. McNasty spun around in a circle and connected with a heavy spinning clothesline straight across Zout’s throat, sending the battered wrestler to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Oh come on! This isn’t even a competition anymore! This is a beating, plain and simple. McNasty needs to cover his opponent and send this home, before Zout is seriously injured!

Brian Rentfro: What are you talking about, Jon? We’re six minutes into this match, and – yes! Look at all that blood! Stomp him, McNasty, Stomp him!

Jon McDaniel: You can’t be serious. I can’t imagine what would be running through my mind if that were me in on the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: Fortunately for you, Jon, you don’t have to. I can’t imagine much less is running through his mind than before the match, though. You’d have to be stupid to want in the ring with a man like McNasty.

McNasty reached down, grabbing Zout by his crimson-stained hair, and pulled him upright, then placed him against the ropes. He wrapped both of Zout’s arms over the top rope so that his chest was exposed, and the cocked his arm back, hitting Zout hard across the chest with a resounding chop. As a result of the blow, Zout’s face twisted in agony, and he freed up his right hand, bringing it to the location on his chest where McNasty’s hand had connected. McNasty moved Zout’s arm back away and exploded with a second chop, causing Zout to veer up and stomp his feet in pain. Then came a third chop, and by this time Zout’s chest was beat red. This wasn’t enough though, and so McNasty swung his hand at Zout for a fourth time, seemingly twice as hard as he had the first three. Welts on Zout’s chest appeared in the shape of McNasty’s hand, and where McNasty’s fingertips had hit there were now lacerations where a tiny, nearly unnoticeable trickle of blood ran down Zout’s chest.

McNasty turned away from Zout, raising his hands up that resulted in cheers that were encouraging the brutality from his fans. McNasty was in control, and that’s what mattered. As he turned back to face Zout, the younger wrestler caught him in the abs with a well placed kick, causing McNasty to double over, but only for a moment. McNasty stood up tall again, staring Zout in the eyes before grabbing him by the head and pulling it down, where he clubbed the less experienced individual across the back with his forearm.

Zout threatened to collapse again, but McNasty dragged him out to the center of the ring where he slung Zout’s arm over the back of his own neck, and grabbed a bunch of Zout’s shorts, lifting him into the air for a suplex. Zout dropped a knee into the skull of McNasty, however, as he went up, causing McNasty to drop him back to his feet. Although he almost crumbled under his own weight, Zout quickly rolled forward, ending behind McNasty, and pivoted in the air as he jumped, connecting with a dropkick to McNasty’s shoulder blades. The impact caused the larger individual to stumble forward toward the ropes. Zout stood quickly and ran off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, then leapt into the air with a flying forearm.

Jon McDaniel: What is going on here? Just a few moments ago Zout was about to be sent to the E.R. and now he’s actually got McNasty stumbling for the ropes! The kid may actually have a chance after all!

McNasty shook his head clearing the cobwebs before he turned to find Zout in the air right in front of him. He couldn’t believe how quick Zout was, but he wasn’t quick enough. McNasty managed to catch Zout as he flew toward him and he slammed him back to the mat in a brutal spine buster. Zout’s head bounced off the mat as McNasty found his feet and ran to the ropes. As he came back toward Zout he rolled, then jumped up and hit Zout with a backsplash.

Jon McDaniel: OUCH! There it was, ladies and gentlemen, the Ouch.

Brian Rentfro: If you’re Mark Zout, this whole match has been OUCH!

McNasty stood and lifted Zout to his feet as well. He picked Zout up, situating him in a fall away slam position, and then yelled so everyone could hear, “SAULT SLAM!”

Jon McDaniel: Despite the youngster’s valiant efforts, McNasty has just proven himself too powerful. McNasty has Zout set up for the Sault Slam now. I’m sorry, folks, but this one is over.

Brian Rentfro: You expected anything else? Look at McNasty, Jon. He’s a beast. Zout never had a chance to begin with.

McNasty let loose a battle cry as he swung the limp body of Zout up and over his head, and jumped, letting the momentum carry them both toward the mat, his body over Zout’s. As the canvas rushed up to meet them, however, Zout managed to tuck his knees, so that when his back connected with the ring, his knees were driven into the solar plexus of McNasty. The force of the impact drove McNasty in a front flip over Zout, and Zout hooked his leg onto one of McNasty’s, resulting in a roll up pin. The official, Dwayne Cross was already in position, having expected to count for McNasty, but now found himself slapping the canvas for the other competitor.

One!

Two!

Three!

Dwayne Cross immediately signaled for the bell. Even before it rang, Zout hopped up and slid out of the ring, an expression of shock taking over his crimson face.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, via pin fall, Mark Zout!

“I’m a souljah (souljah)! On the battlefield I die, and I’m wanted (wanted) dead or alive…” The opening lyric’s to Ghetto Commission’s ‘I’m a Soulja’ explode over the P.A. of the Adelphia Coliseum, and the fans in the building also erupt – both in shock and awe of the events just transpired. Zout’s chest heaved as the blown up competitor continued up the ramp, backpedaling. He used both hands to tear his jet black hair away from where it lay matted astray across his bloodied face, revealing the whole of his own shock.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God! Somehow Zout was able to pull his knees up at the last moment and capitalize on the reversal with a quick roll up! This is unbelievable!

Brian Rentfro: Unbelievable is right, Jon. Zout obviously cheated somehow. I hope McNasty has the board of directors review the tape.

Jon McDaniel: There is nothing to review, Brian. We all just witnessed it firsthand. Mark Zout has taken the victory.

Brian Rentfro: Stolen is more like it.

McNasty’s mouth was agape as he tore his own hair back. He was in just as much shock as Zout, but it was only a moment before his shock turned to anger. He found his feet and grabbed the referee, Dwayne Cross, shaking his zebra striped jersey around the collar before forcing the official away. In a flurry of anger, Mark McNasty jumped up and down, making a huge noise in the ring before slapping the top rope, having it move spastically. With another yell, McNasty grabbed the turnbuckle pad nearest himself and ripped it off, throwing it across the ring, in Dwayne Cross’ general vicinity. The official quickly rolled out of the ring, leaving McNasty to pace it in frustration alone.

Jon McDaniel: Well, as good of a job as he had controlling his frustration during the match, it appears that McNasty has now snapped.

Brian Rentfro: What? Wouldn’t you? The guy is obviously one of the best talents in PWA, and he just can’t catch a break. He’s been beaten by a fluke the past couple matches. I’d start to lose it, too.

Jon McDaniel: I guess it doesn’t help that he wasn’t all there to begin with.

Brian Rentfro: Careful, Jon. I don’t want to be anywhere near you if he hears you talking like that.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize, but we must take a quick commercial break. We’ll be right back with more Saturday Night Rampage!

The screen fades… to commercial.

The BIG Announcement


‘Voices’ attracts everyone’s attention to the stage as Chamelion walks out, attired in his wrestling gear, as he’ll soon be facing Jethro Hayes. But right now, there is another reason for his appearance and as the crowd settles down, he lifts the mic in his hand, looking around for a moment, before speaking.

Chamelion: Earlier this week, I was informed by the PWA’s Board of Directors, of a decision they reached concerning the upcoming PPV. First, they told me that due to some personal issues, Joe Boxer was not able to be reached about his Revolutions Per Minute PPV event, an indy show that we attend this time of year. With that in mind, it appears we will be instead, hosting a new PPV this year.

The crowd roars in response.

Chamelion: Now, normally I wouldn’t be so gung ho to choose this name… but considering the situation and the fact that he is our World Champion; I’ve decided to dig back into the long history of the PWA, and bring back a PPV event that will make good ol Robbie very proud. In three weeks, the PWA will present ‘Phoenix Rising!”

A chorus of boos echoes through out the arena.

Chamelion: Indeed, the last time we had a Phoenix Rising PPV was in October of 2000, so this will be an amazing event. However, at that point, power was taken from me, due to my current status with Phoenix and the Pantheon, and the B.O.D. informed me of what the main event will be.

He pauses, looking a bit pissed, but shrugs.

Chamelion: At Phoenix Rising, The PWA World Champion; The Phoenix, will have to defend his championship… inside The Elimination Chamber!

Brian Rentfro: WHOAH!!! That’s huge news!

Jon McDaniel: Wait, Brian, let’s see who he faces first!

Chamelion: They’ve chosen this match, strictly because they are recognizing FIVE… five different PWA superstars as valid number one contenders! They are as follows…

Pause.

Chamelion: Riona Langly!

Huge pop from the fans

Brian Rentfro: Chick’s deserving of her rematch, for sure!

Chamelion: Mark McNasty!

A combination of pops and some jeers.

Jon McDaniel: Not sure how they view McNasty as a contender, but his long term feud with Phoenix may have something to do with it.

Chamelion: One half of the Who’s The Man? Winners; Jacob Figgins!

Major Boos.

Brian Rentfro: As one half of the Franchise for the PWA, this makes sense.

Chamelion: The other half of the Who’s The Man? Winners; Hunter Sullivan!

Major Boos again.

Jon McDaniel: That puts three members of the Pantheon into the main event! What could this lead too!?

Chamelion: And…. Jethro Hayes!

Ultra huge pop!

Brian Rentfro: OH MAN! Jethro is going for the world title! His win over Phoenix a few weeks ago must have caught the right people’s attention!

These five contenders will meet The Phoenix inside the Elimination Chamber, until one is left and is declared the PWA World Heavyweight Champion! Thank you!

Chamelion turns and walks off stage, throwing the mic down in anger.

Jon McDaniel: And there you have it! At Phoenix Rising, the world title will be decided between the six top superstars in the PWA. Phoenix, Riona, Jethro, McNasty and G.O.D.! It’s going to be huge!

Brian Rentfro: And I know we’re hear more of it as we get closer… let’s get to our next match!

Viktor Stone vs Ryan Ross

Singles Match


Away” by Mercy Drive hits the speakers and from the back Viktor Stone emerged with a look of determination once again on his face. Viktor doing good after his victory over Raizzor at Who’s The Man. Totally Dude by Shop Boyz queues up and from the back walks Ryan Ross ready to take on and try and tame The Beast.

The bell sounded and these two superstars went at it. They started the match off with a traditional collar and elbow tie up that Viktor gained the advantage with by going behind with a wristlock that he turned into a half nelson then a full nelson. Ryan struggled to break out of the hold at first, but Viktor’s strength and determination was too much for him. Ryan tried to float to the left, then the right, then he shoved backwards which threw Viktor into the ropes and broke the hold. Ryan grabbed at his neck but Viktor was there to nail a sick looking neckbreaker that put Ryan on the mat for a two count. Viktor tried to put Ryan into a cross face, but Ryan knowing that Viktor was a former MMA star and loved submissions fought to keep the hold from being synched in. Ryan succeeded by mule kicking Viktor in the leg and out of desperation he spun around and caught Viktor in the temple with a right hand.

Viktor stumbled back into the ropes again but bounced back with a clothesline that Ryan ducked under and Ryan hit a dropkick that sent Viktor down to the mat. Viktor was up quickly and Ryan was there to deliver an arm drag take down where he tried to lock in a cross face of his own. A right hand from Viktor stopped that hold from being applied and Ryan went and pulled Viktor up to his feet. Ryan spun Viktor around booting him in the gut and nailed him with a bridged snap suplex that got a two count before Viktor was able to kick out. Ryan and Viktor got up and Ross was quick to put Viktor’s head in a side headlock and Ross wrenched on the neck of Viktor trying to cut off his air supply with a legal hold. Viktor lifted Ryan up with an atomic drop but Ryan was too close to the ropes and he used them to springboard back over Viktor nailing an inverted DDT out of a awesome looking series of moves. Ryan covered, but Viktor was in the ropes and the referee was unable to count because of that.

Ryan stood up and was bending down to pull Viktor up to his feet when Stone swept his legs out from under him and began pounding him with some of his MMA strikes. The referee warned Viktor, who seemed to have lost himself momentarily, and nodded. Lifting Ross to his feet Viktor hit a knee to the gut where he followed up with a swinging neckbreaker. Viktor then hit a picture perfect series of rolling German suplexes, making sure that Ryan landed on his neck as much as possible. Viktor slumped in the corner to catch his breath momentarily as Ryan rolled around holding at the back of his neck.

In the corner Viktor had smiled and grabbed at Ryan’s leg going for the CT Transit, but Ryan managed to kick him in the gut out of desperation. Ross was up fairly quickly with a clothesline that sent Viktor back into the corner. Ross whipped him into the ropes, Viktor reversed it, and Ross reversed it yet again. During the confusion and multiple reverses, the ref got clipped and stumbled to the ropes, holding his left eye. Viktor, grabbing the ropes to stop the momentum, didn’t see Raizzor come up from under the ring. The shouting of the crowd was his only warning. He turned, as Raizzor grabbed him by the back of the head and clotheslined him against the top rope! Viktor fell back from the ropes and was back body dropped to the mat. Ryan pulled Viktor up and finished Viktor off with the Dipped in Sauce Driver. Ryan covered as the ref turned, and got the pin.

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Winner: Ryan Ross 14:30

After the match, Ross scurried out of the ring as Raizzor slid in, grabbed the dazed Viktor Stone and added a chokeslam for good measure. Staring down at Viktor, Raizzor then pointed towards the ADCtron, where images of a Hell in the Cell cage began showing and bending over, Raizzor held up three fingers and mouthed “Three Weeks!” With a dark smile, Raizzor turned and left the ring, leaving Viktor Stone lying there in shock.


Jonathon Riker vs El Rey de Corazones

PWA T.V. Title Match


”Baila Casanova” by Paulina Rubio begins to play and from the back comes El Rey de Corazones to a loud scream of the ladies and a mock groan from the men. He makes his way into the ring. Opium of the People by Slipknot played and the current PWA Television Champion, Jonathan Riker, came out to a mixed reaction.

A collar and elbow starts off this match as it does almost every match. El Rey floated behind Riker and went for a single German suplex, but Riker managed to break the hold that El Rey had on him as he pulled El Rey’s hands apart at his waist. Riker was quick to grab the wrist of El Rey and go for a wristlock, but El Rey was a bit quicker as he countered it with a wrist lock of his own. El Rey whipped Riker into the ropes, but Riker managed to reverse it and the direction sending El Rey into the corner turnbuckle hard front first. Riker followed quickly by placing El Rey up on the top turnbuckle slamming El Rey down with a front facelock superplex but only manages a two count this early in the match. El Rey is back up and is whipped back into the ropes for a more fierce arm drag takedown, the force of which causes El Rey’s chin to bounce off of the canvas. El Rey is trying to get back to his feet, but Riker had placed his knee on the elbow of El Rey and was trying to make the masked superstar submit early in the going of this match. Riker got up and tried to get a better position on El Rey’s elbow, but that was the only opening that El Rey needed as he shot up to his knees. El Rey busted Jonathan’s nose with a back elbow smash that was meant for his jaw, but Riker turned at the last second and caught it right on the tip of his nose and the blood immediately began to flow. El Rey had a series of five knife edge chops that backed Riker into the corner and made the TV champion wince in pain with each blow.

A knee to the gut followed by a leg drop put Riker down onto the mat and El Rey climbed to the top rope and dropped a big time elbow that got him a count of two before Riker managed to kick out. El Rey pulled Jonathan up to a vertical base and Riker nailed him in the gut with a big right hand that momentarily winded El Rey and his offense was halted when Riker took the slight advantage putting El Rey back down to the mat with a double underhook suplex that got Riker a two count. Riker seemed to be getting frustrated with El Rey but kept going none the less. Riker hit a stomachbreaker following with a leg drop off the ropes. Another two count for Riker and the frustration is building for the Television Champion. Riker lifts El Rey up to his feet and goes for a Dragon Screw legwhip, but El Rey blocks it by nailing another knife edge chop to Riker’s chest. The skin was mad looking and looked to begin bleeding at any moment. El Rey hit a elbow thrust on Riker following it up with a shoulder smash into Jonathan’s midsection winding the current champ. El Rey sprung from the middle rope driving Jonathan’s face into the canvas with a springboard leg drop.

El Rey set up Riker for the lionsault by scoop slamming him down in the middle of the ring. El Rey hit the ropes and springboarded back but no one was home. Riker had moved out of the way and hit the ropes as soon as El Rey landed front first on the mat. Riker hit a leaping knee drop to the back f El Rey’s neck and he seemed to be ready to end this thing once and for all. He lifted El Rey up to his feet. Jonathan wrapped El Rey up in the Blackout, but El Rey refused to give and the match only ended after El Rey was unable to hold up his arm on the third attempt.

Winner: Jonathan Riker 12:15

Chamelion vs Jethro Hayes

Non-Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is a non-title match.

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


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

DING! DING! DING!

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jon McDaniel: Jethro has wanted to get his hands on Chamelion for a while now, ever since Chamelion and The Phoenix hooked up.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro, just wants to touch greatness because he will never be there himself.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God I’m a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife uilloti 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 uilloti trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God I’m a country boy

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

~Yeah, city folk driven in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin that’s mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God I’m a country boy

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

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

Jon McDaniel: Jethro looks focused here.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro looks stupid here.

DING DING

Chamelion asks for a test of strength in the middle of the ring which is ridiculous given the size difference, but Jethro obliges and is winning the battle easily enough when Chamelion kicks out with a boot into Jethro’s midsection. Jethro quickly drops the hand and clutches at his stomach area. Chamelion with a high knee lift into his face rocks the big man back to a vertical base. Chamelion with a right hand rocks the farmer even more as Jethro appears to be dazed from that knee lift to his face.

Brian Rentfro: That dumb hick fell for one of the oldest tricks in the books.

Jon McDaniel: He trusts everyone and that time, it got him in trouble.

Chamelion climbs up the turnbuckle and pounds right hands into Jethro’s ugly face. One! Two! Th—Jethro shoves the Grizzly Beer champion back down to the mat before he can complete the third fist. Chamelion is back up to his feet quickly but Jethro is there charging him down like a runaway bus. Chamelion flips up and over in the air from the force of the clothesline and lands front first on the canvas and he turns his head as if to say WTF was that? Jethro back lifting Mark up into his arms powerslam to the canvas and two big power moves from Jethro has Mark winded already. Jethro picks up Chamelion once again, this time in a gorilla press slam position, and Mark wriggles free and stands on Jethro’s shoulders somehow. Reverse hurricarrana and the big man is sent over the top rope to the outside and on the little padding at ringside. Chamelion stands up and wipes at his forehead and looking like what has he gotten himself into with this match. He begins to climb to the top turnbuckle and targets Jethro with a flying elbow smash as soon as he stands up. Jethro does indeed stand, his back turned to Mark when the Grizzly Beer champion dives connecting with the back of Jethro’s skull. The force of the impact causes Jethro’s face to smash into the guardrails around the ring and it shudders violently as his face connects. Mark up with the quickness of a cat and pulling Jethro up to his feet as the referee’s count is up to three. Mark rolls Jethro back into the ring and thus the count breaks.

Jon McDaniel: Unusual there to want it back in the ring when so much damage can be done outside the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion doesn’t need any weapons to beat this hick.

Jethro’s face is red from the impact with the guardrails as he lays there on the canvas. Mark pulls him up to his feet and Irish whips the big man into the ropes, Mark with a rolling thunder elbow smash that sends Jethro leaning on the ropes. Chamelion charges at Jethro intending to send him crashing over the top rope, but back body drop! Chamelion is sent over the top rope and to the ring apron? Mark pulls down on the top rope and as he bends down, Jethro goes rolling over him and back down to the floor. Mark points at his head showing that he is smarter than Jethro. But Jethro has also landed on his feet he taps Mark in the lower back, Mark turns around to see Jethro standing there smiling up at him. Chamelion kicks out, Jethro catches it and pulls him off of the ring apron and into a modified spinebuster to the thin mat at ringside. Chamelion rolls over to his front and gets up to his forearms and knees and trying to clutch at his lower back. Jethro rolls up to a vertical base and Mark is trying to move quicker to keep the action fast paced. Referee Scott Swindell’s count is up to five but these two show no signs of getting back inside the squared circle any time soon. Jethro swings with a huge and meaty right handed haymaker, Chamelion ducks under and delivers a stiff kick to Jethro’s right leg making him fall down to the mat. Scott Swindell’s count is now up to eight and Chamelion dives under the bottom rope breaking the count. Jethro grabs at his foot and brings him back outside of the ring. Right to Chamelion, left to Chamelion and the Grizzly Beer champion is rocked back somewhat. Jethro dumps Chamelion over the top rope and climbs in after him as the crowd is chanting for Jethro over and over. He climbs in through the middle rope and over to Chamelion who is trying to scoot away on his rear. Jethro bends down to pick Chamelion up and he receives a rake to the eyes, Jethro clutches at his face as the crowd begins to boo. Chamelion is up with a right hand of his own, a left, a right, and Chamelion is on fire here taking the big man to school.

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion has had most of the offense here in this match Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro would have evened it up if someone hadn’t raked his face.

Brian Rentfro: Who would have done something like that?

Jon McDaniel: Are you kidding me?

Brian Rentfro: No, who would have done that?

Knee strikes and Chamelion is trying to take Jethro’s vertical base away from him in this match. If Jethro can’t stand, he can’t hit a bunch of his big moves. Mark hits the ropes, running dropkick to the side of Jethro’s face and he goes down quickly. Mark climbs up to the top turnbuckle and dives with a double foot stomp onto Jethro’s right knee, further damaging the knee. The crowd is chanting for Jethro and trying to get him into the match and turn it in his favor. Chamelion brings Hayes to the middle of the ring, boots him in the gut, and follows with a smooth looking DDT and Jethro goes face first into the mat. Chamelion hits the ropes coming back with a rolling thunder leg drop across the back of Jethro’s neck. He rolls him over and Scott Swindell is in position.
One! Tw—Jethro throws Chamelion off of him and Chamelion can’t believe it, this big man has alot of stamina for such a big guy. Baseball slide dropkick to the top of Jethro’s head and Chamelion with another cover.

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Jethro’s shoulder gets up, but Chamelion noticed that he didn’t kick out so enthusiastically this time. He climbs to the top rope and aims his elbow for an elbow drop and Chamelion leaps. Jethro rolls out of the way and Chamelion elbow drops the canvas and he holds at his elbow in obvious pain. Jethro up to his knees but breathing hard. Right hand from a kneeling position lays Mark on his back. Jethro is up to his feet and bouncing off the ropes delivering a leg drop across Chamelion’s throat.

Brian Rentfro: Why can’t Jethro let Chamelion nurse his elbow before he begins to attack?

Jon McDaniel: This is what people call a wrestling match, you let up and you lose.

Brian Rentfro: Don’t take that condescending tone with me Jon, or I’ll do to you what Chamelion is going to do to Jethro.

Jethro lifts Chamelion for a pump handle slam, Chamelion with a backwards kick stops the move quickly. Chamelion turns around clothesline from Jethro sends him into the corner. Jethro follows with a hand slap to Chamelion’s chest. Scooping him up, Jethro powers slams Chamelion down to the mat in front of a corner, he looks out to the crowd and points to the turnbuckle; they go crazy. Jethro climbs up and measures Chamelion for an elbow drop of his own and leaps landing squarely with the elbow drop right into the lower part of Chamelion’s back.

Jon McDaniel: I think that is the first move Jethro has ever landed from the turnbuckles.

Brian Rentfro: I’m surprised he can figure out how to climb.

Jethro up and dropping a regular elbow drop to the lower back of Chamelion and Jethro has found his body part to work on, both The Planter and The Combine Seat deal with the back. Jethro stands at the ropes and is getting the crowd into it and behind himself. Although behind him, Chamelion is getting up to his feet, but Jethro notices this and hits the ropes with a running bulldog to Chamelion, which takes him down to the mat. Jethro rolls him over and Scott Swindell is there with a count.

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Two...

Chamelion gets a shoulder up before the count of three. Chamelion manages to get Jethro in a headlock from his prone position and wrenches in the hold. Chamelion is smart enough to roll one shoulder up so that it will not be a pinning position from Jethro. Somehow Jethro manages to get an arm under Chamelion and these two are on the mat, but Jethro powers them both up, gasping for breath, and drops Chamelion back on his neck and shoulders. Mark releases the side headlock upon impact and rolls over holding at his neck and shoulders. Jethro rolls to the bottom rope and holds at the back of his neck as he begins to pull himself up to a vertical base. Jethro and Chamelion are both back up to their feet.

Jethro charges with a clothesline. *WHAM!*

Brian Rentfro: Sweet Sound of Success!

Chamelion hooks the leg and nods as Scott Swindell makes the count.

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Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... representing The Pantheon... CHAMELION!

Chamelion pulls the form of Jethro Hayes up to his feet and makes him face the entrance ramp. He slaps him to bring him around and Jethro eyes The Phoenix. The crowd is booing heavily as Jacob Figgins and Hunter Sullivan climb into the ring. Chamelion Irish whips Jethro right into the path of a steel chair assisted clothesline from Jacob Figgins and Hunter Sullivan. Hunter points to the chair and Jacob sets it up in a seated position they both lift him up on their shoulders and nail a double powerbomb onto the steel chair. Jethro isn’t moving as the crowd is booing their actions. The Phoenix has made his way down into the ring and is carrying the PWA World Title around his waist as he rolls into the ring. Chamelion is sitting up in a corner watching the proceedings with some interest. Jacob and Hunter lift Hayes back up to his feet and Chamelion nails the Sweet Sound of Success right under Jethro’s chin, but Jacob and Hunter are still able to hold him up vertically.

Jon McDaniel: Oh come on, the match is over, Jethro doesn’t deserve this.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro’s words were rude and Chamelion vowed to reveal Jethro’s true face.

Jon McDaniel: Will no one come out here to help Jethro?

Brian Rentfro: Would you?

Hunter pulls out a pair of handcuffs and they lock Jethro onto the top rope, so that he is facing the announce table and the majority of the fans. Phoenix hits the ropes and nails Jethro in the forehead with the World Title belt and Jethro’s forehead is bloody and he is sagging on the top rope from his handcuffs.

Phoenix: Jethro, you will never... NEVER be PWA World Champion!

The other three members of The Pantheon are laughing at The Phoenix’s words because they believe them to be true. Jethro somehow kicks out and connects with the Phoenix’s midsection and he tries to kick at the others, but they back away and pull Phoenix out of harm’s way. Each member grabs a steel chair and Jethro knows it is hopeless because he is locked to the top rope. Jacob and Hunter are on the outside while The Phoenix and Chamelion are on the inside.
*THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!* Four chair shots to the head and Jethro sags again, the only thing holding him up is the handcuffs now.

Phoenix: See Jethro, to all of you fans, and to you who might want to stand up to the Pantheon in the back, let this be a lesson to you. Don’t mess with the best.

They climb out of the ring and begin walking up the ramp to the back as Jethro sags there unconscious on the ropes.

G.O.D. vs Emperor Ian & Shadow Starr

PWA Tag-Team Title Match


”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. Maxim and Spalding hold the ropes for him and the latter takes his robe.

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

CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES
THIS IS MY LAST RESORT

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

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

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

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

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

Brian Rentfro: These two have a tall order ahead of them with this match.

Jon McDaniel: Especially when they can’t seem to get along for more than, well they can’t even get along for a second.

”Where is your G.O.D now?” The lights in the arena black out as the opening riff of “Colossus” by Borknagar blares onto the P.A. system. White laser lights focus upon the arena roof, simulating the view of a swirling mass of stars. The ADCtron kicks on, playing a video loop of the galaxies. ”From out of static time has grown Existence formed by substance unknown Prelude to matter, shift of disorder Completion of bonds between chaos and order”

A single spotlight turns on, focusing upon the entrance curtain. One hand throws it open to reveal Hunter Sullivan emerging. Clad in a hat and a green coat with the letters G.O.D sprawled across the front. Seconds later, Jacob Figgins emerged, donning a sleeveless, silk, black hoodie, lined in red silk. Upon the back, the letters G.O.D once again are present. They both stand at opposite sides of the ramp. Lacey appears in the center of the two.

Eric Emerson: ”Making their way to the ring. Weighing in at 494 pounds. Being Escorted to the ring by Lacey Gloria.. The Generation of Destruction!” “

The era of seasons, the essence of being The continuous process awakens the living Absorber of every flickering sun Arranging the pieces to vivid perfection” Both trek down the ramp, ignoring the hands of the fans gracing them as Lacey follows behind them. Once to the ring, they both stand at opposite ends and jump onto the apron. Lacey stands outside the ring, arms crossed over her chest. “The stream of mortality flows uncontrolled A boundless downward spiral to prospective void Existence takes its toll, extinction unfolds The Colossus falls back from its threshold” Both enter through the top and middle ropes. The lights return to normal once both Hunter and Figgins jump onto opposite turn buckles. Quickly they cast off their jackets, jumping down. The music fades as they await the battle to come.

Brian Rentfro: These two are great together, Shadow Star and Emperor Ian have no chance.


DING DING

Ian starts off the match, much to the dislike of Shadow Star, who is forced to stand in his corner. Hunter starts it off for his team and the two stare down at each other, having faced the other before in singles competition. Ian with ago behind before the two can lock up. Kick to Hunter’s back followed up with a bulldog. Ian is working quickly as he pulls Hunter back up to his feet and delivering a swinging neckbreaker downing The Viper once again. Ian is up to his feet quickly dropping an elbow on Hunter’s neck, another elbow, and a third. Hunter rolls out of the way of the fourth elbow and Ian’s elbow connects with the canvas. Hunter is up holding at the back of his neck, charging at Ian with a lifted knee into his temple and Ian is down. In Ian’s corner, Shadow Star is not cheering or anything, he doesn’t like Ian much so he is following. Hunter pulls Ian up to his feet driving him back down with a piledriver. Hunter seems to be toying with Ian as he lifts him back up to his feet and back down across his knee with a backbreaker and he makes sure to apply extra pressure by forcing Ian to lay there longer across his knee. Ian is yelling out in pain, but Shadow Star is making no attempt to help his partner.

Brian Rentfro: Hunter seems to be in complete control here.

Jon McDaniel: Seeing as how the match just started... yeah.

Hunter Irish whips Ian into the ropes and Shadow Star tags himself into the match leaping from the top rope onto Hunter with a front kick that drives Hunter into his own corner. Jacob Figgins is tagged in quickly and the two fresh men are back into the match. Ian rolls out of the ring to stand in his corner and he is upset at the actions of Shadow Star. Jacob with a gutwrench suplex sends Shadow to the mat. Figgins hits the ropes and comes back with a leg drop across Shadow’s throat. He quickly pulls Shadow up to his feet he begins to forearm him into the corner where he delivers a smacking knife edge chop. Jacob delivers a boot to the midsection of Shadow Star and he lifts him up to the top turnbuckle. Jacob follows after and after wrapping his arms around Shadow Star leaps from the top rope slamming Shadow down to the mat with a super belly to belly suplex. Figgins is confident as he nonchalantly walks over to Shadow and lifts him up to his feet once again, hooking him into an abdominal stretch. Figgins begins to pound away at the exposed ribs of Shadow with a fist, a elbow, and vicious forearm shots that quickly begin to turn the skin there red with welts. Hunter is cheering his partner on to victory when Shadow somehow manages to lift Jacob up and slam him down with a airplane slam. Shadow begins to crawl to his partner, who is actually holding out his hand for a tag. Ian wants to be in there and he definitely doesn’t want Shadow to get the victory for his team. The tag is made and referee Scott Swindell acknowledges the tag. He turns just in time to see Hunter receive the tag from Jacob Figgins and the two that started off this match are going to go at it once again. Lock up sees Hunter gain the advantage with a knee to the midsection and he hooks him with a pumphandle slam to the mat. Hunter locks Ian into a leglock, but Ian manages to get into the ropes and break the hold.

Brian Rentfro: Quick tags from both teams here.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah it is and that is unusual in a tag team match.

Hunter wraps the leg of Ian around the rope and pulls for leverage trying to really put some pressure on the knee cap of Ian. Hunter lifts Ian’s left leg out of the ropes and pulls him to the corner where he tags in his partner Jacob Figgins. Jacob kicks away at the left leg of Ian trying to injure it even further so that his team can retain the PWA Tag Team gold. Jacob whips Ian into the ropes and Ian falls before he can get there, obviously his leg is more injured than Jacob and Hunter realized. Jacob smirks and walks over to Ian and bends down to try and finish him off. Low blow from Ian and Jacob is halted in his progress. Ian bounces up quickly, but is definitely favoring his left leg, cradle neckbreaker sends Figgins down to the mat where Ian makes the first cover of the match.

One...

Two...

Jacob kicks out with authority before the count of three and he appears to be upset with Ian’s tactics. Ian brings him to the corner to tag in Shadow Star, but just shakes his head and continues with the match on his own. Ian whips Jacob back first into the corner and as Jacob bounces back out of the corner, he slams him down with a belly to back half nelson suplex. Again he makes the cover and Scott Swindell is there in position.

One...

Two...

Hunter in to make the save by stomping on the back of Ian’s head. The Emperor rolls over to his hands and knees and gets up as Scott is putting Hunter back in his corner. Ian takes the distraction to blatantly choke the life out of Jacob Figgins with his hand around his throat. Figgins is fighting, but there is nothing he can do as his face is turning red from the lack of oxygen. Ian drags him over to the ropes and drapes Jacob’s throat across the bottom rope and stands on it. Scott sees this and immediately begins a five count. Ian stops at four and a half and shrugs it off. He pulls Jacob up to his knees and Jacob delivers a back elbow into Ian’s left kneecap, Ian goes down in a grunt of pain. Jacob is up pulling Ian up to his feet as well, running powerslam and Ian is down on the mat again. Grasping his wrist, Jacob drags Ian over to Hunter.

Brian Rentfro: Jacob taggin Hunter in.

Jon McDaniel: Ian’s kneecap has got to be hurting after that elbow.

Hunter drapes Ian’s left leg across the rope and jumps down on it, causing even more pain. Ian yells out in pain and frustration at this predicament. Hunter pulls Ian up to a vertical base. Hunter whips Ian into the ropes, but Ian comes back with a running axe kick that takes Hunter down to the mat. Ian manages to lift Hunter to his knees, then to a bent over position.

Jon McDaniel: I hear that Hunter is used to that position.

Brian Rentfro: Shut up Jon.

Ian with a stump puller piledriver to Hunter and that was the last of Ian’s strength as he just lays there. He looks over at Shadow Star who is wanting to get into the match, but Ian manages to find some more energy, anything to keep Shadow Star from being in the match. Ian whips Hunter into the ropes, Hunter manages to reverse it, Shadow Star tags himself into the match. Hunter with a backbody drop and he hits his knees. Shadow Star leaps from the top rope with a missile dropkick that connects with Hunter’s face and The Viper goes down. Scott is trying to get the enraged Ian out of the match, it is the second time Shadow has pulled that trick on him. Shadow throws Hunter into the corner following with a clothesline across his throat that causes Shadow Star to go over the top rope, but he lands on the apron. Shadow climbs up the corner quickly and sits on Hunter’s shoulders driving him face first into the mat with a modified sitdown splash. He rolls Hunter over, but Jacob Figgins is there to stop it before one slap of the mat can be made. Shadow fights Jacob back to the corner delivering a roundhouse kick to his knee and then Jacob goes pretty willingly. Shadow turns his back though and Jacob is in with a clothesline to the back of his head and Shadow goes down on top of Hunter. Scott is there because it is a pin, but Jacob pulls him off of Hunter and whips him into the ropes. Scott is getting Jacob out of the ring, Ian makes the tag and gets into the ring. Ian using one of Shadow’s own tricks against him. Ian is starting to work over Hunter when Scott turns around, after getting Jacob out of the ring, and sees Ian with a side headlock on Hunter. Scott begins to count as Ian delivers a neck snap to Hunter and gets into Scott’s face. Scott mimics making a tag and shaking his head, Ian is irate now as Scott is forcing him to get out of the ring. Shadow Star is smiling as he gets back into the ring and he makes sure to stay out of the tagging range of Ian. Shadow pulls Hunter up to his feet.

Hunter with a jab to the gut and an Irish whip into the ropes. Jacob comes around and pulls Ian off of the apron as Hunter nails Shadow in the face with The Viper Snap. Scott is there as Hunter makes the cover, but Hunter gets off and walks over to his corner where Jacob Figgins is standing with his arm outstretched. The tag is made and with Shadow lying face up on the mat, Jacob hooks Star up in the Binds of Gleipnir.

Scott lifts Shadow’s arm once and it falls. A second time and it falls. Ian is rushing into the ring but Hunter connects with another sick looking Viper Snap. Shadow’s arm falls a third time.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winners of the match and STILL PWA Tag Team Champions... HUNTER SULLIVAN AND JACOB FIGGISN.... THE GENERATION OF DESTRUCTION!

Brian Rentfro: Did you see how sick those two Viper Snaps were?

Jon McDaniel: I think some of the fans got some teeth to carry home.

Brian Rentfro: Nah, they will sell them on Ebay.

Corey Lazarus vs Vitaly Petrov

PWA I.C. Title Match


Corey Lazarus was introduced first, coming down to the ring looking rather pleased with how he dealt with Thunderwolf at Who’s The Man. He turned, awaiting Vitaly’s entrance, but a cut to backstage on the ADCtron found Vitaly laid out, a cut on his forehead. Standing over him, was a very irate Viktor Stone, and in his hands, he held Vitaly’s briefcase from the Money in the Bank. Next to him, Chamelion stood and made this announcement.

Chamelion: Due to, umm, some unforeseen circumstances, Vitaly seems to be in no shape to fight you for the IC title, Corey. Now, it’s not fair that your IC matches keep ending the way they do… and it seems, somehow, Viktor Stone here has come into possession of the I.O.U. contract I placed in the Money in the Bank briefcase at Genesis. He’s declared his desire to cash it in, for your IC title. Since it’s a contract for anytime, anywhere; I’m obligated to see it thru. Have fun you two!

Stone hands the case to Chamelion and then stalks out to the ring, as his music plays.

Corey Lazarus vs. Viktor Stone

I.C. Title Match


At first, Lazarus tries to talk some sense into Viktor, asking him why he’d do this! Stone replied that he was tired of getting screwed over, from Raizzor, Lazarus, anyone, and he wasn’t going to take that shit anymore. Besides, he tells Lazarus, he found someone better suited to be a part of Controlled Violence, and they were going to dominate. Lazarus tried to plead his case, but Stone, enraged, flew at Lazarus and the match was under way. Viktor forces Lazarus down into a headlock but Lazarus powers out and shoves Viktor to the ropes. Viktor then bounces off the ropes as Lazarus lowers his head to deliver a back drop but Viktor stops and nails Lazarus with a DDT down to the mat. Viktor then covers Lazarus.

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kick out

Brian Rentfro: Viktor wants to finish this fast. He knows he has Lazarus on the defensive. Confused as to why Stone would do this to him!

Jon McDaniel: Ever since losing to Raizzor at Genesis, Stone seems to have come back with so much.. power.. rage… and if he wins this match, he’ll be going into the next PPV the I.C. Champion!

Brian Rentfro: Which questions if he’ll accept Raizzor’s challenge from earlier!

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

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kick out

Jon McDaniel: We’re seeing a Stone unlike any we’ve seen before!

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

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shoulder up

Brian Rentfro: That took Viktor by surprise!

Jon McDaniel: Lazarus won’t give up easily! He didn’t spend all this time finally besting Riona to lose the IC title!

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

Brian Rentfro: That should have been a DQ, but the ref knows how important this match is to both men.

Viktor then goes over to pick Lazarus up but suddenly Lazarus rolls up Viktor as the ref counts.

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2 ¾

kick out

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

Brian Rentfro: Viktor can’t let his frustrations get the better of him!

Viktor then gets mad and really takes it out on Lazarus with kicks, stomps and punches. Viktor then picks Lazarus up and dropkicks him through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This could get dangerous!

Brian Rentfro: COULD?

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

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kick out

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

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2 ¾

shoulder up

Jon McDaniel: A double set of incredible power moves, and yet Lazarus still doesn’t stay down!

Viktor then complains to the ref about a slow count and goes to cover Lazarus again.

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kick out

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

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kick out

Jon McDaniel: Whether Viktor likes it or not, those counts were not slow! But his distraction to the ref nearly cost him his best chance in months!

Lazarus then goes to pick up Viktor only to receive a low blow followed by a roll up from Viktor as the ref goes down to count.

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kick out

Brian Rentfro: We have a blind ref in this match! Again, Stone manages to cheat, but it didn’t get him the win.

Viktor then pounds his fists against the mat in frustration as he picks Lazarus up and sits him up on the top rope. Viktor climbs, but Lazarus punches him hard in the chin. Viktor drops to the canvas, and Lazarus comes down with a double axe handle to Viktor’s back! He then whips Viktor to the ropes, but it gets reversed and as Lazarus comes to the ropes, he grabs hold, stopping himself. Thinking himself clever, he grins to his fans at ringside, but Viktor comes up behind him and connects with the Body-Bag-Bitches, and covers, hooking both legs!

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Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! Viktor Stone’s won!!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION; VIKTOR ‘THE BEAST’ STONE!

Brian Rentfro: You know what this means!? Lazarus is gone!! GONE! You heard the rumors!

Jon McDaniel: Correct, Lazarus was competing on a match by match basis, saying he’d be done once he lost the title!

Brian Rentfro: You just know this was not the way he expected to go!

In the ring, Viktor is ecstatic, grabbing the IC title from the ref and raising it high in the air. The crowd is shocked… not expecting this in any way. Stone grins as he secures the belt around him. Lazarus, out of the ring, looks up at Stone with a betrayed look on his face… and turns and stalks off. As we fade to commercial, Stone is seen celebrating still.

The Phoenix vs Raizzor

PWA World Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger… he weighs in at 285lbs and hails from Las Vegas, Nevada. He is the Soul-Taker, RAIZZOR!

A single GONG echoes through out the arena, as smoke begins to rise up on the stage. Suddenly, multiple pyros shoot off, making a trail from the outside of the stage, then down the ramp and finishing as the four corners of the ring shoot pyro into the air! Once the smoke begins to settle, Raizzor appears in the center of the ring, shedding his leather duster and throwing it out of the ring, as he stares entranced up the ramp, waiting for his opponent.

Eric Emerson: And now coming down to the ring... Weighing in at 240 lbs. Standing at 6'2".... Phoenix!!!

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

Phoenix gets the harness off and he gets right in Raizzor's face. Raizzor doesn't back up. They start talking trash before Phoenix pushes Raizzor. Raizzor takes a step back and then charges Phoenix. He tackles Phoenix and starts punching him in the face. Phoenix rolls over ontop of Raizzor and starts punching him. Raizzor rolls back ontop of Phoenix... But before he can do anything Phoenix rolls over and they both fall out of the ring. Phoenix quickly slides back into the ring, not wanting to be out there with Raizzor, who is adept at using the outside area to his advantage.

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix on the defensive there! Good idea too!

Raizzor goes to roll into the ring but Phoenix starts stomping on him before he can make it all the way in. Phoenix stops long enough to let Raizzor get to his knees. As he is on his knees. Phoenix kicks Raizzor in the face two times. Raizzor grabs his face as he falls to the mat. Phoenix jumps up and leg drops Raizzor in the back of the head. Phoenix picks him back up and whips him to the ropes and gives Raizzor a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. He holds Raizzor in the back breaker and pushes his face down to put pressure on his back. Raizzor pokes Phoenix in the eye with his right hand. Phoenix lets him go and stands up holding his eye.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor is willing to pull all the stops here!

Raizzor gets up and dropkicks the blinded Phoenix. Phoenix goes down but get right back up only to be meet with another dropkick by Raizzor. Phoenix gets up again but a little slower to be meet with a bulldog lariat. Raizzor picks up Phoenix and gives him a Brainbuster DDT. Raizzor gives Phoenix a couple elbow drops. He goes to the top rope and goes for a flying elbow drop but Phoenix rolls out of the way. Phoenix looks like he can barely stand up. He walks over to Raizzor and kicks him. Raizzor gets up and Phoenix punches Raizzor. Raizzor punches Phoenix back but Phoenix dunks it and gives Raizzor a neckbreaker. They both lay there.

Jon McDaniel: This match seems to have taken alot out of these two.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah and Raizzor is showing that he is worthy title contender.

They both slowly start to get up. Phoenix is the first one up. He kicks Raizzor in the gut then whips him into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline but Raizzor ducks. Phoenix runs to the ropes and rebounds. Raizzor flies and connects with a flying clothesline, taking Phoenix down hard.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor’s setting up for the end!

Raizzor stands, and walks over and grabs Phoenix by the back of the head and flips him over with a snapmare. Raizzor then goes over to the turnbuckles and slowly start to climb them. He is on the second rope and he puts one of his feet on the top rope. Phoenix jumps up and goes running and crotches Raizzor on the top rope. Phoenix climbs the ropes and sends Raizzor flying with a superplex!

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor was too slow, and Phoenix managed to turn the tide!

Phoenix tries for the cover.

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Shoulder up!

Phoenix drags Raizzor up, and throws him into the corner. Phoenix backs up and runs, and hits a Stinger Splash! He backs up, grinning, and runs in, jumping for another Stinger Splash but Raizzor plants his left foot forward, grabs Phoenix by the throat and choke slams him to the canvas!

Jon McDaniel: OUCH! Phoenix just got planted!

Signaling this is it, Raizzor grabs Phoenix, turns him over and plants him with the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker! Before Raizzor can cover, the Pantheon comes racing down the ramp; Hunter, Figgins and Chamelion hit the ring, sliding in, and go for Raizzor!

Brian Rentfro: And here comes The Pantheon, saving the day!

The ref has no choice, calling for the bell as the three men attack. Raizzor punches Figgins, sending him sliding on his back, before twisting and ducking a clothesline from Hunter. He turns and puts a big boot to Hunter’s face, and Hunter falls flat on his back!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match as a result of a disqualification; RAIZZOR!

Brian Rentfro: But he doesn't win the title! HA!

Spinning, Raizzor comes face to face with his brother, Chamelion!

Jon McDaniel: Oh hell, this is going to get ugly!

The brothers begin to get verbally violent, as they get nose to nose. Chamelion suddenly grins wickedly, and before Raizzor can react, he’s spun around by the Intercontinental Champion, Viktor Stone and gets slammed to the canvas with the BBB!

Brian Rentfro: Whoah! Wait, is Stone apart of the Pantheon now!?

Phoenix is up, shaking his head, dazed but smiles as he sees Figgins, Hunter, Chamelion and now Viktor Stone, all standing over the fallen Raizzor. Phoenix grabs his title, raises it and tells his group to leave. The four members of the Pantheon exit the ring, leaving Stone to stand over Raizzor, holding three fingers up… signaling he agrees to the challenge Raizzor set forth!