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


04-18-2009


The New Champion Speaks


The fans in the Al McGuire Center are chatting loudly waiting for the first match to begin here on Saturday Night Rampage. Some people may think this was a sub par Rampage show, but it is not, the talent here in PWA is great and each match has the potential to be a main event type match. There are flash bulbs going off through out the arena as people take pictures of the new High Stakes banner, the PWA ring, the PWA stage, and pictures of other things. Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro sit at the announce table and are getting ready for the first match to begin.

Jon McDaniel: Welcome to this addition of Saturday Night Rampage!

Brian Rentfro: This is the first PWA show since Phoenix Rising, and let me tell you, if you missed that you have to call your cable or satellite provider immediately and order an encore presentation.

Jon McDaniel: That’s right, Brian. There were so many twists and surprises, and beyond that so many great matches on the card that we just don’t have time to tell you everything tonight. Do yourselves a favor and watch it!

Eric Emerson approaches the ring steps nearest the time table, microphone in hand, and climbs into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, it looks like the show is about to get underway! Remember, you can vote for your favorite matches tonight, too. Just go to thepwa.com and submit your picks! That’s ‘t-h-e hyphen p-w-a dot com.’

Eric Emerson stands in the ring, ear piece in his ear and microphone in his hand; the fans go wild they know it is fixing to begin.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, how are you tonight?

Cheers.

Eric Emerson: How many of you saw Phoenix Rising?

Louder cheers.

Eric Emerson: How many of you went online to vote for your favorite match?

Screams and applause.

Before Emerson can continue, the cranking of a tractor is heard as pigs oink and cows moo; it is the entrance music of Jethro Hayes. The crowd explodes for their new Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight champion. Jethro walks from the back with the title around his waist. He looks out at the crowd and seems to look everyone in the eye. He simply nods and walks down the entrance ramp as the crowd begins to chant "Jethro!" over and over again.

Jon McDaniel: The new PWA Heavyweight Champion!

Brian Rentfro: Jethro managed to pin two people last night, Hunter Sullivan and the rightful champion Phoenix.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring at this time, he is the NEW PWA World Heavyweight Champion; JETHRO HAYES!!

Jethro walks around the ringside area slapping the hands of fans and allowing the kids there to touch the belt as he passes. John Denver still plays over the speakers as he stops to shake hands with Jon McDaniel, but Brian Rentfro seems a little hesitant, but eventually shakes his hand as well. Jethro continues on around to the other side of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: You didn't want to shake his hand?

Brian Rentfro: No, I think he has pig crap on it or something.

Jon McDaniel: That is ridiculous.

Jethro walks up the ring steps, climbing through the ropes standing beside Eric Emerson now. Emerson smiles and shaking Jethro's hand before handing him the microphone. Eric goes to leave, but Jethro holds at his shoulder so that Eric cannot leave.

"Milwaukee!"

The crowd nearly blows the roof off of the building at the mention of their city. Eric and Jethro exchange a few words as the crowd's enthusiasm slowly dies down to a manageable level. He brings the microphone back up to his lips.

"How are you doing!"

They let him know how they are doing by nearly removing the roof for a second time.

"First off, I want to thank each and every one of you for supporting me in my journey here!"

The crowd shouts their welcome, but not one single word is distinguishable among the cacophony of noise.

"Each and every one of you out there here in the arena believed in me. Each and every one of you fans watching at home believed in me and to that, I say thank you again"

The fans here in the arena give him another welcome as Jethro stands there humbled at their applause.

"But I also want to thank you Mark Sommers..."

The crowd boos at this turn of the speech, but Jethro holds up a hand hushing the boos.

"Because you saw something in me and hired me back in July of 2008."

Another big pop, they don't like Mark, but they like the fact he hired Jethro Hayes.

"Without you, this here title belt would not be possible, without you, none of this would be possible and I want to thank you for believing in one Jethro Hayes."

He looks out at the crowd, down at the World Title, and back up to the crowd.

"I want to thank all of the great competition that was in the ring during the Elimination Chamber. Mark McNasty, you have proved time and time again that you are main event worthy. Jacob Figgins, while we don't agree on a lot of things, your level of talent cannot be argued or taken lightly. Riona Langly, we did what we set out to do and prevented Phoenix from being the World Champion. No, you didn't get the pin, but your doggedness during the match before I could come in wore down Phoenix enough so that I could get the pin; I thank you."

The crowd cheers for Riona Langly, even if she is an unlikely alliance for anyone. No one can deny her talent and perhaps that is why they are clapping for her.

"Now, I turn to Rob Robinson, also known as The Phoenix."

Major boos fill the arena as Jethro waits for it to die down.

"The Resistance did what we said we were going to do and that is prevent you from remaining champion. We prevented Hunter or Jacob from being World champion and keeping the belt in the Pantheon. But I do not take this credit solely for myself; my ego is not that big. See, I alone could not have done this. The support from the roster in the back, the support of The Resistance, and the support of the PWA fans is what helped us along with this defeat of the Pantheon."

The crowd cheers that the Pantheon have been defeated; Jethro holds up a hand.

"Oh no, The Pantheon is not defeated yet; but they have only been slightly wounded. But last, certainly not least, Hunter Sullivan."

Boos again, the crowd doesn't like any member of The Pantheon much, but mixed throughout the crowd is some cheering, but not much.

"My former partner in Pain Carnage Power. What can I say Hunter? You went into that match giving it every single thing you had and then some. Hunter, while I don't agree with things you might say, or might do, I do respect the fact that no matter what, you give it your all. Hunter, you are one fine competitor and no one can take that from you and they had better not ever try. Riona said something that I did not take lightly, but neither did I expect what happened. She said this match was harsh and violent; I went in believing that but still was not prepared for what I received. My eyes have been changed to a different level, that human beings could do something like this to each other is unbelievable, but if you fans like things like that, I'll do it. Brutal it was, hard fighting it was, but it still had a sense of satisfaction involved with it as well. I guess it all goes back to that human urge, that animal instinct to survive when the odds are placed against you. The odds were against me, because of my lack of experience, but this animal survived. This match brought things I didn't realized I harbored inside of myself. But enough about that; I don't want to bore you too much here."

The fans begin to chant "Jethro!" one more time.

Jon McDaniel: The fans love this guy.

Brian Rentfro: They wouldn't if they got near him and got a whiff.

"But back to the defeat of the Pantheon."

The crowd explodes again, but it doesn't last nearly as long as before as Jethro holds up a hand.

"No, they are not defeated, that poison is still around with their hypocritical statements. But they have suffered one defeat in this ongoing war."

Jethro unstraps the belt and holds it high up over his head for the fans facing him to see. He climbs the turnbuckle holding the belt high up into the air. He goes to each and every corner holding up the belt, he stops at a corner that faces the announce table; where the majority of the crowd sits.

"Phoenix lost his precious title! One major ding in the armor that keeps them protected."

Big pop as Jethro is yelling into the microphone.

"They say that they are the best and that their belts prove that fact!"

Big pop, the crowd knows where Jethro is going with this one.

"Well, thanks to all of you... I've got the #1 prize in the business and it proves to me that they aren't the best!"

The crowd hasn't stopped cheering since Jethro started on this rant.

"This right here proves that at least on Sunday Night at Phoenix Rising, it was Phoenix Falling and Resistance Rising!"

He hops down from the corner slapping the belt over his shoulder.

"The Renegade Souljahs are coming for Jacob and Hunter's belts, and honestly, I'd love to see either Mark Zout hold that Grizzly Beer championship. Or better yet, how about we get Riona in on the GB title hunt and allow her to put some prestige back to that title that she held for oh so long?!"

Jethro stands there waiting, he is on a roll now.

"Whether Riona, Zout, Ross, or anyone else back there who is a non-Pantheon member holds that title is fine with me or any of the singles titles here in PWA. But the disbanding of The Pantheon has started, that shiny protective armor now has some major rust showing up on its surface. Pantheon, the Resistance is coming for you four; we aren't finished yet."

Jethro stands there waiting as the crowd dies down once again.

"Riker, the man who beat me for that PWA Television title."

He chuckles a bit.

"I've got admiration for you sir. You've defended that title three times successfully, something that only one person has done since the rule was once again enforced, Viktor Stone. But Riker, whenever you either lose that belt or drop it for higher aspirations and want to go after this belt."

He slaps the gold over his shoulder.

"You are more than welcome to try. You've beaten me once, you are one and zero against me. I don't mind losing, but I want to hold onto this belt for a long time and I intend to do so. So when you want a shot at it, come and get it because you've earned it."

Jethro hands the microphone to Eric as he climbs through the ropes and pumps his fist up into the air before walking back up the ramp to John Denver's "Thank God, I'm a Country Boy".

Marxx vs. Ryan Ross


DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Our first match showcases an individual from the match YOU voted to be the best of the card, and another man who has a very bright future ahead of him in the PWA!

Emerson is forced to pause in order to let the fan’s volume die off a little.

Eric Emerson: The first match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: standing at six feet, two inches; weighing two hundred twenty pounds; from Seattle, Washington; Red Hot’ Ryan Ross!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! T-t-totally, dude! Yeah! T-t-totally, dude!
We got the whole world yellin’ now. T-totally, dude!
Everybody put your hands up. T-totally, dude!
And if you get into the money now. T-totally, dude!
Scream! T-totally, dude! Scream! T-totally, dude! Scream! T-totally, dude!
We got the whole world yellin’ now. T-t-totally, dude!


As ‘Totally Dude’ by the Shop Boyz hits the P.A. Ryan bursts through the curtain at the top of the stage, arms in the air. This action is mimicked by all the Saucers in the arena when the line in the song tells them to do so.

As the contender descends the entrance ramp, a series of red and white lights flash all around him. He takes time out of his strut to slap a few hands as he passes fans before reaching the steel steps of the ring, where a bold red spotlight solos him out. With a great show of athletic ability, Ryan leaps, clearing the top rope, then jumps onto the second turnbuckle, where he showcases his abs for all to see. This causes many wolf whistles to sound through the crowd, which serves in widening his smile.


Satisfied with his reception, Ryan hops off the middle turnbuckle, spinning one hundred eighty degrees while doing so, and runs straight at the furthest set of ropes, bounding off of them as part of his traditional pre-match warm-up. As Ryan’s entrance lights fade with his music, Eric Emerson raises the microphone back to his lips and the lights dim.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent: from New-Brunswick, Canada; standing at six feet, three inches; weighting in at two hundred forty-one pounds…

Dark purple lasers flashes everywhere in the dark as "The End of the Line" from Metallica song plays through the arena. Pyro explodes on the ramp, starting in the middle and ending to each sides. White and purple spots circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black leather coat and his right arm wrapped in his steel chain.

Eric Emerson: … He is the number one contender for the Television Championship; Marxx!


He runs to a side of the ramp, raising his chain, then goes to the other side, where he does the same thing. After, he comes back to the middle of the entrance ramp as he tilts to the left and does an X with his arms in front of his face. He stays in that position for a second before suddenly extending his arms to each sides as two spots in the air flashes on him, and 2 others on the ground flashes to the roof, creating two "X"s of light in front of the ramp.


He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, then turns back by the fans as he takes off his leather coat and puts the chain around his neck. Then, he rolls inside the ring and jumps on a corner, where he does an X with his arms in front of his face before extending them to each side. He jumps off the turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite side before going back to his corner, where he drops his chain.

Eric Emerson climbed out of the ring as the official Dwayne Cross entered. Cross quickly went over the rules with the two competitors, and each nodded in agreement before he signaled to the time keeper’s table to sound the bell.

Ding!

Jon McDaniel: And here we go, the match is underway!

Brian Rentfro: Ross has had a tough streak lately, Jon. A big win here could be healthy for him.

Jon McDaniel: Right, but let’s not forget how badly Marxx wants a win tonight, too. He said earlier this week that he isn’t just fighting for gold, but also for respect from the rest of the locker room.

Ross and Marxx circle before mashing up in the center of the ring with a heavy tie up. Marxx initiates a test of strength and begins pushing Ross back, but what’s this? Ross drops to his knees and uses Marxx own strength to drag his opponent over in a fireman carry. As soon as Marxx bumps on the canvas, Ryan sinks in a deep head lock and forces Marxx shoulders against the mat in the same instance. The hold is tight and Ryan’s arm looks like a python around the throat of Marxx. Official Dwayne Cross is in position and begins his count.

One!
Two!

Marxx brought his legs up, wrapping them around the head of Ross and peeled the contender off of him. Ryan was quick to get up, though, and as Marxx is gaining a standing position, he nailed the kneeling opponent with a Rusty Wizard! Marxx is again on his back, and is open season to a plethora of assaults from the sole of Ross’ boots. Ryan picks Marxx up, throws him against the ropes, and waits in center ring for a clothesline, but no! Marxx comes back with a strong shoulder tackle, taking Ross to the canvas hard. Marxx runs toward the ropes and comes back toward Ryan, but Ryan dives under his feet. As Marxx comes back for the second time, Ryan snags him with a big hip toss! But no! Marxx flips, landing on his feet! He isn’t quick enough this time, however, and Ryan wraps an arm around his throat and sinks down to his knees, stretching Marxx’s back over his own in a sick backbreaker.

Marxx hits the canvas face down And Ryan runs against the ropes, coming back with a heavy senton, but Marxx rolls away from the attack, leaving Ross to splash the canvas! Ross holds his back, and Marxx runs at him, dropping a leg over his throat. Marxx then quickly wraps Ross in a triangle choke, and Ryan is looking for an escape!

With the ropes nowhere near, and the option of tapping beginning to sound slightly attractive, Ryan makes a move of desperation and lifts Marxx up into powerbomb position, but Marxx expects this and tries to execute a hurricarrana, but Ryan catches him, and as he is hanging down vertically, Ryan steps over both his arms and falls forward, pan caking him into the mat. Ross then rolls so that he is pinning Marxx.

One!
Two!
Thre--!

Marxx rolls backward out of the pin and nails Ross with a quick dropkick. They both lay on their backs, exhausted from the turn of events.

Jon McDaniel: Oh boy, I don’t think either competitor expected their opponent to be so innovative, cunning, or athletic.

Brian Rentfro: Just goes to show, you should NEVER underestimate your opponent.

Official Dwayne Cross had no choice other than initiating a double ten count.

One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!

Marxx and Ryan begin to stir. They each reach a knee, but the rules state they must be standing on both feet.

Nine!

Ryan shakes his head and stands on his own two feet.

Te--!

Marxx forces himself up in the nick of time! But Ryan almost takes his head off with a running Clothesline From Hell as soon as Marxx is up! Ross goes for the cover!

One!
Two!
Thre—TWOPOINTNINENINE!

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable! How did Marxx manage to kick out of that?

Ryan looked at Cross, slapping his hand, and Cross shrugged. Rolling his eyes, Ross dropped a fist into the head of Marxx before lifting him up. Marxx fires four quick right hands into the abs of Ryan, however, apparently gaining his momentum from nowhere! As soon as he gains a standing position he lifts Ross vertically and drops him down over his knee in a filthy looking Manhattan Drop! Ross grabs his crotch, leaning over, and Marxx lifts him into a Schwein position, calling out “LEAVING MARXX!” He then jumps up, driving the back of Ross’ skull into the canvas as he comes down. Maintaining the position for the cover, Cross begins his count.

One!
Two!
Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner is Marxx!

Jon McDaniel: That was definitely a quick match, but boy am I glad I got to see it!

Brian Rentfro: I share your opinion, Jon. Folks, keep watching and when Rampage is over you can place your votes for Match of the Week at the-pwa.com. Again, that’s ‘t-h-e hyphen p-w-a dot com.’

The fans are cheering for the short, but exciting match when ‘The End of the Line’hits the arena and we cut to commercial before the next segment.

Emperor Ian vs. Mark Zout

GB Contendership Match


Before the match between Ian and Zout began, Chamelion came on the ADC-Tron and commented that the fans were not seeing things; there was no double cage, barbed wire ropes or anything of the sort. The fact is, that Chamelion would not allow such a match to take place on Rampage for such an insignificant reason as a number one contender’s match for the GB title. He informed Ian that should he win tonight AND become Grizzly Beer Champion, he could make any and all stipulations he wished. As for being fired? Only Chamelion is allowed to determine who is fired for any given reason, so no one will lose their job if they lose tonight. Chamelion then clarified that the match would be a standard match.

After Chamelion’s announcement, Emperor Ian came out with something to prove after his loss to the sub par competitor last week; at least in his words a sub par athlete in Shadow Star. Ian started off the match against Zout with the traditional collar and elbow tie up moving to a side headlock chaining into a hammerlock. Zout was able to break the hammerlock by getting into the ropes and turning back to face the Emperor. Again these two locked up before Zout sent him into the ropes following with a hiptoss takedown. Mark began to work on the ankle heavily, so that the Emperor would not be able to stand up and fight back in this match. Mark was going for a possible title shot and he wasn't going to waste this opportunity. Mark whipped Ian back into the ropes after Ian got the ankle lock broken to catch the rebounding Ian in a sleeper hold that Ian broke easily by dropping Zout's chin atop his own head. Zout broke the hold quickly to hold at his chin, but Ian didn't let Zout rest as he was on him quickly with a swinging neckbreaker to the mat. Ian made a quick cover but only got a two count. Ian was quick on the march as he whipped Zout into the corner and he followed up with a quick high knee that drove the wind right out of Zout. Ian climbed to the top rope and dropped Mark down to the mat with a flying leg drop and went for another cover, but quickly decided against the pin just yet. He pulled Zout up to a vertical base, by the hair on his head, and began to punch him repeatedly in the forehead with closed right hands. Mark's forehead was turning a blood red and it was easily seen that the blood was just under the surface. Ian drug Zout's forehead and face across the ropes giving him a rope burn before he slammed him back first into the corner. Ian pounded Zout in the corner with repeated shoulder blocks and the crowd was hating the royal Emperor for his actions. Ian backed up and ran at Zout for a body splash, but Zout just managed to get his feet up in time to throw Ian backwards by nailing him in the face with the bottom of his boots. The crowd popped big time at this turn of momentum. Mark hit his leg sweeping DDT and quickly followed it up by nailing his Mark Out for the pin and the win.

Winner: Mark Zout 12:45

Project X vs. Nuke Fusion

PWA IC Contendership Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is for a shot at the PWA Intercontinental Title at the High Stakes pay per view on May 17.

Trumpets blared around the arena, as the crowd went ballistic!

[Something's tearing me down and down
And I can't but feel it's coming from you
She's a gunshot bride, With a trigger cries
I just wonder what we've gotten our selves into...]

The arena was then plunged into darkness and green spotlights turned on around the arena, randomly turning, seemingly looking for something or someone.
Strobe lighting flickered around the arena..

[In a trail of fire I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun]

The lights started to flicker around the arena, the green spotlights still 'looking' around.

([From London, UK...The Prodigy...NUKE! FUSION!])

Nuke Fusion rose from the floor, his arms crossed and eyes closed. As he opened his eyes, he threw his arms up as Green Pyro's shot off in a ring around
him.
He then started to walk down the ramp, towards the ring, looking around the Arena.

[Mind is willing, Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Mind is willing, Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Anything to bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home]

Sliding in to the ring, he then took a leap and landed on top of a turnbuckle, raising his fist in the air.
The crowd jeered Nuke quite severely, but that didn't bother him one bit. Jumping down, he awaited his opponents.

The lights dim as the dull throb of a heart beat sounds. The sound gets fainter and fainter until it can barely be heard, and then
suddenly explodes into glorious noise as "Hysteria" by Muse hits the sound system. The lighting moves about in time with the music as Project X bursts
out from behind the curtain and wastes no time in getting to the ring with a purposeful walk.

DING DING

PX stands in the middle of the ring looking down at Nuke Fusion, both men not paying any attention to the crowd in the building. They go for a collar and elbow tie up, Nuke ducking under the attempt to behind PX delivering a stomp to the back of the big man's knee taking him down to one knee quickly in this match. Nuke hits the ropes bouncing back with a forearm shot to the masked face of PX, it causes him to lean backwards a bit. Nuke hits the ropes again delivering another stiff shot that rocks PX back from the force of the blow. Nuke is working hard here because he definitely has his work cut out for himself against the much bigger Project X. Nuke wants to take PX down to the mat so he bounces off the ropes once again but is caught by the throat by a big hand from PX. Referee Daniel Davis is there but makes no move to stop the blatant choke that PX is enforcing. Nuke kicks out connecting with the elbow of the arm holding him, but PX is still rising up to his full height. Nuke kicks out once again, but to no effect as PX lifts him up over head tossing him to the other side of the ring violently.

Brian Rentfro: Project X with a very powerful display there John.

Jon McDaniel: Nuke Fusion has his work cut out for him here in this match.

PX gingerly tests out his leg before beginning his stalk of Nuke on the other side of the ring. Nuke has his back to PX and is trying to get up to his feet using the ropes there. Nuke is up and shaking his head to clear the cobwebs when a hand grasps the back of his neck from behind and his eyes go wide in surprise. PX delivers a big right hand to the back of Nuke's head, a second, and a third that rocks Fusion's head back and forth like a pendulum in a grandfather clock. PX whips Nuke into the ropes bouncing off of them himself taking Nuke down with a huge cross body to the mat. Daniel Davis is there with the nonchalant cover pinfall attempt.

One... Two... T--NO! Nuke rolls a shoulder up because this fight isn't over yet and PX must continue as he figured he would have to.

Jon McDaniel: Only a two count there Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I think Project X knew it was too early to put away the Nukester.

He pulls Nuke up to his feet, but a low blow from Nuke halts whatever he was fixing to do. Nuke with a right hand to the masked face of PX and another. Project X is reeling from the stiff shots and Nuke delivers a standing dropkick that sends PX stumbling backwards into the corner. Nuke charges in with a high knee lift connecting with the chest of Project X. Nuke with a shoulder block to the cornered Project X that causes the largest man in PWA to bend over gasping for air. Nuke climbs through the ropes to the top turnbuckle and dives with a leg drop sending PX's face into the canvas. Nuke isn't finished as he begins to stomp on Project X's leg with ferocity. Nuke hits the ropes coming back with a baseball slide dropkick into the side of PX's face that rolls the big man under the rope and to the outside.

Jon McDaniel: This match looks to be heading outside here.

Brian Rentfro: For Nuke to have a chance to take down the enormous height of Project X, he is going to need the outside.

Jon McDaniel: The downside to that is that Project X is a veteran and knows how to use the outside as well.

Nuke climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks down at the rising Project X, measuring him for some move from up there. PX begins to turn around when Nuke flies from the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick that sends PX flailing into the guard railing at ringside. Nuke is up quickly grabbing a steel chair from under the ring. Nuke aims and delivers a massive shot to the masked face before lining up and connecting with another shot. Nuke tosses the dented chair away, as Daniel Davis still has not started the mandatory ten count for a count out. Nuke walks over to the downed PX and pulls his head away from the railing delivering a punch to his temple; PX with a thumb to the eyes breaks the momentum of Nuke. Fusion is forced back holding at his streaming eyes as Project X gets up to his feet slowly, a clothesline sends Nuke down to the concrete. PX pulls Nuke up and hoists him on his shoulders before shoving him skyward in a gorilla press slam before dropping him down onto the concrete below. Nuke rolls around from the pain of the drop and PX pulls him back up to his feet, Irish whipping him into the railing. Nuke reverses the whip, somehow, and PX is sent hurtling head first into the unforgiving railing. Nuke picks up the tossed away chair and walks over to Project X, intending to finish this with a weapon, still no count from Daniel Davis. Nuke slams the chair down onto PX's head, a second shot, and a third when the chair breaks from the impact of the blows. Nuke looks at the broken remnants of the chair before tossing it away and looking for something else. He begins to look under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher, microphone cords, and another steel chair. He grabs the cords and slowly wraps them around PX's throat. Nuke places his feet on the chest of PX, and while holding onto the cords, falls back adding leverage and torque to the cords around PX's throat. Up in the ring, Daniel Davis looks on before counting "One!"

Jon McDaniel: Finally, the count starts.

Brian Rentfro: Daniel has been counting the entire time, Nuke just keeps breaking the count.

Nuke releases the cord and PX falls back up against the railing clutching at his own throat as Nuke looks for something else to use. As Nuke is picking up the fire extinguisher, PX begins to move, all be it slowly, but the monster from Parts Unknown is moving. Nuke decides on the fire extinguisher and prepares it to work as he walks back over to PX. Nuke aims the hose and sprays it into the face of PX, but NO! Wait! PX kicks the hand holding the nozzle at the last second and Nuke sprays about five seconds worth of the spray into his own face before he is able to release the trigger. Nuke is gasping for breath as he wipes his eyes and face clear of the spray. PX pulls himself up to his feet, using the railing, PX pulls himself up to a vertical base and shakes his head. Nuke is still wiping the foam out of his face as PX pulls the padding up from ringside and folds it back exposing the concrete below. Up in the ring, Daniel Davis counts "Two!". Satisfied with his handy work, PX hooks Nuke's head under his arm and lifts him vertically for a stalling vertical suplex; Nuke is slammed onto the concrete with violent force from that height. PX rolls over and lifts Nuke back up to his feet, this time wrapping his hand around the throat of Nuke and lifting him high up into the air, driving him down with the Probe on the concrete; but PX isn't finished yet. Project X looks around for something to use as Daniel Davis counts a "Three!" inside the ring. PX spots the chair and sets it up as if someone was going to sit down. Project X grabs the lifeless form of Nuke Fusion tucking his head between his legs before hoisting him up on his shoulders in a powerbomb position. PX slams Nuke down with a modified version of the Skull Invasion on the steel chair which folds the opposite way from the impact of skull and steel. Project X rolls Nuke inside the ring, the dead weight form of Nuke, flopping around like a wet noodle. PX shoves him in far enough and he climbs to the top turnbuckle aiming for his Crash Landing leg drop. The massive height and weight of PX leaps from the top rope he connects with the Crash Landing and just lets his leg cover the throat of Nuke Fusion; Daniel Davis is there with the count.

One... Two... Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Project X!

Jon McDaniel: The height and weight of Project X was just too much for Nuke to overcome here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Exactly, but Nuke gave it his best shot in this match.

Major Announcements


‘Voices’ by Rev Theory lights up the arena, eliciting a mixture of cheers and boos, as Chamelion saunters onto the stage, mic in hand and dressed in a nice crisp new dark green suit. On his shoulders lies the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship and he has his Cheshire Grin well in place. Lifting the mic, Chamelion waits for a moment, letting the crowd have their ‘say’, before speaking.

Chamelion: Excuse me!!

Louder boos and Chamelion laughs. That actually works, and he waits for them to settle some more, and then waves his hand dismissively.

Chamelion: Feel free to boo so loudly I can’t talk, cause then you’ll miss out on the announcement for High Stake’s Main Event.

He lowers the mic, and sure, he gets a hissing reaction from the arena, but it’s lower then before and he nods.

Chamelion: That’s better. First, it is my sad duty to report that The Phoenix, Rob Robinson, was injured far worse then we realized after The Elimination Chamber and taken to the nearby hospital following Phoenix Rising. There, the doctors have determined that Robinson received a mild concussion and he is not allowed to compete inside the ring for an undetermined amount of time.

Cheers greet this announcement, Chamelion shrugs.

Chamelion: Your warm wishes will be forwarded to his private address. Now, as I said, I’m out here to address the PWA and it’s fans about High Stakes, which will take place in about a month’s time, on May 17th. Now, the first thing to clarify that it will indeed be the same format as last year; a series of stipulations that you, the fans will get to choose from to determine the match types!

Cheers.

Chamelion: However, before I get to the meat and potatoes of the main event, I’m going to steal a moment and make mention of my opponent last week; Ryan Ross.

With the mention of Ross’s name, Chamelion lifts his arm, the one Ross worked over, and he rotates it, slowly, and smiles.

Chamelion: I’m not going to pretend you didn’t do a good job on it, kiddo, but I have the best therapy money can buy, and I assure you, and your boyfriend Mark Zout, that I’m just fine for next week, since he has advanced to try to do the job you couldn’t do.

Smirking, he continues.

Chamelion: See, you just didn’t get it, and you paid for it. You didn’t do the right research and get to know me as thoroughly as you should have. You say I cheated for the third fall? I say you fell for the oldest trick in the book, plain and simple. I didn’t do anything illegal, I simply exaggerated, and when you came in to attack a poor man with a broken arm, I struck and you fell. Shows two things; A, you’re willing to attack a downed man, shame on you and B, you didn’t consider WHY they call me the Most Devious SOB In the business today.

Chuckling, Chamelion clicks his tongue.

Chamelion: And then, like a whiney baby, you start spewing foul language and calling me filthy names, because you can’t take responsibility for your own failure. Something that sadly, I fully expected from you and kiddo, you didn’t disappoint. Now, your partner in crime, Mark Zout, is going to get the same opportunity you fudged up… and in case you two wonder why I set this up, well, as I said from day one, I was hoping to face Zout at Phoenix Rising, but I got the lesser of the two… and I knew, knew that if I cast the line a second time, I’d get the bite I want.

The smile fades a bit.

Chamelion: Zout, I’m not going to waste precious time getting into it deep with you right now, but make sure the wax is out of your ears, cause pretty soon, we’re going to go at it, and you may pride yourself on being a skill linguist, but me? I prefer cunning linguist. GOT IT?

He pauses, looks left and right, raising an eyebrow.

Chamelion: No, seriously, do you get it?

He shrugs.

Chamelion: Never mind. Right now, I want to turn my attention to Jethro Hayes.

A huge pop answers Jethro’s name and Chamelion nods.

Chamelion: Earlier this evening, Jethro came out here and thanked me for hiring him last year. He said that had it not been for my keen eye, knowing the best talent when I see it, and signing him, he wouldn’t be where he is today. Well, he’s right on half of it. He’s right that I know good talent when I see it, but he got here, rose to the top; cause he stepped up just as I challenged him too, and that; he did on his own.

Huge pop from the crowd!

Chamelion: See, like it or not, I’m a pretty fair man when it comes to the dealings in the PWA. My tactics may seem underhanded, but look around; your champions are champions because they earned those decorations. I’m Grizzly Beer Champion because I know how to get it done in the ring, Raizzor’s IC Champion because he’s the one true monster in the PWA. G.O.D. not only showcased a match worthy of match of the year at Who’s The Man? But that very same night still managed to take the PWA Tag-Team titles away from the Soulless Renegades… now, granted, I’m not sure how Riker got where he is today, but hey, it’s like four out of five dentists… one’s always wrong.

With a grin, Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: But then Jethro went and reminded me of something. That same Riker, somehow, someway, has indeed defended the title three times. A world title shot, by obligation, I owe him. I still don’t see Riker as PPV main event material, but rules be rules, so next week, live on Rampage; our good ol Southern Hero is going to put that newly won PWA Championship on the line, in a rematch of sub-epic proportions, against Jonathon Riker!

HUGE POP!

Chamelion: Now, as for High Stakes; whomever is champion, will go forth to defend the championship against the man who lasted the longest in the EC match; Hunter Sullivan!

Loud boos permeate the arena.

Chamelion: As for the match type, well, that’s up to all of you, so make it a good one. In other news, we now know that Project X will take on the PWA IC Champion at High Stakes, whether it be Raizzor, Shadow Starr or Viktor Stone… with of course, the same stipulation rules as all the other matches. I’m sure it will be a good one.

He stops, looks around a moment.

Chamelion: I seem to remember that Ross labeled me a coward for not competing this week, and that’s okay, he can claim whatever he wants; he’s real good at that.. but next week, I was faced with a dilemma. Do I accept the challenge from Zout then, or.. or.. do I book the new number one contenders Renegade Souljah’s, in a match against the Generation of Destruction; for the PWA Tag-Team Titles!?

Scratching his head, Chamelion shrugs.

Chamelion: I bet you think I’m going to assign both matches, don’t you all? Nah. I mean, I had this idea to let you two decide how it would occur and if Zout went for the Grizzly Beer title, Ross would get the week off, with no pay, but I’m not going to do that. Zout, you and I WIL fight next week, and then I’ll see about that Tag-title shot down the line.

Grinning, Chamelion turns to leave, pauses and turns his head towards the fans.

Chamelion: On with the show!

Jonathon Riker vs. Johnny Maverick

PWA TV Title Match


Eric Emerson climbs up the ring steps, microphone in hand, and enters the ring between the middle and top ropes, as he did customarily for title matches. From here he begins speaking.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next bout will be contended over the Television Championship! The match is scheduled for one fall!

The opening guitar of 'Search and Destroy' plays and the crowd is already booing, Johnny walks out from behind the curtain cockily, a smirk on his face that just reads 'ASSHOLE' as he raises up the international symbol for 'the shocker'.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first: The Challenger; standing six feet, two inches; weighing two hundred eighty-five pounds; From Washington DC; he is the ‘Smartass Submission Machine,’ Johnny Maverick!

Brian Rentfro: Look, Jon. Here’s a new guy that looks like he’s got an agenda. How big would a win – and not just any win – but a win for the TV Title be for this young man in his first ever PWA appearance?

Jon McDaniel: That would be pretty huge, indeed. Considering he’s been trained by the likes of Cody Bogard, Danny Daemonstar, Hated, Hunter Sullivan, and was around talents like Jacob Figgins and Killa Kal, and even had matches with a couple guys like Kid Chaos I’d say he already has quite the resume. The PWA TV title would be a nice addition, indeed.


'I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys'


Johnny walks down the aisle, if any fans attempt to touch him or pat him on the back, he pulls away with revulsion....


'Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby detonate for me'


Johnny hops onto the apron and looks at the audience, who’s boos are dismissed with a wanking motion by Johnny....


'Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight'


Johnny steps between the second and third ropes and quickly climbs to the second turnbuckle, he raises his arms, then jumps down and faces the entrance ramp, waiting on his opponent.

"This is the way the world will end..."

Eric Emerson: And his opponent: Standing at six feet, four inches; weighing in at two hundred forty pounds; The reigning Television Champion; Jonathan Riker!

Jon McDaniel: Let's not under-rate the talent of Jonathan Riker, Brian. He is the longest reigning Television Champion since Mark McNasty, who also is the longest reigning World Champion. If we go past that, he's now tied with Victor Stone, and that happened way back in September of last year.

Brian Rentfro: I guess you're right. Riker does seem to have a pretty firm grasp on the title, and it may prove tough for Maverick to pry that away from him tonight, despite his long list of credentials.

Riker's voice haunted the crowd as it echoed throughout the arena, the lights blacked out and left the arena in darkness, suddenly Slipknot's Opium Of The People hit the PA, and just as the ripping guitar hit the PA, the lights returned, flashing to the beat of the music. Soon smoke began to pour out from the backstage. Suddenly from the smoke a figure could be seen. The shadow stepped out from the fog and into the dimmed flashing lights, to reveal to the crowd it was the sinister, Jonathan Riker. Riker walked from the entrance way with a hunched back, his head tilted to the side staring into the ring like a curious creature. After making his way down the ramp, Riker crawls into the ring, getting to his hand and feet and crawling to the far right corner. Their Jonathan sat on the bottom turnbuckle, awaiting the bell.

Daniel Davis quickly went over the rules of the match with the two. Riker nodded and Maverick rolled his eyes. After this, Davis motioned to the time keeper’s table.

Ding!

Riker rolls out of the corner and puts his arms up to engage in a lock up in center ring, where as Maverick raises a questionable brow to his opponent, indicating him to the fans as if he were wondering what species the other individual belonged to. Then, reluctantly, he raises his hands in a grappling position, apparently ready to engage the oddity before him.

Riker goes in high for a lock-up, but Maverick ducks under the grapple, then flexes toward the crowd. He slaps his bicep, whistles, and then shakes his hand to indicate how hard the muscles are. The jeers of the fans are cut short and replaced by massive cheers when the cocky wrestler is rolled up in a school boy by Riker and Davis begins counting.

One!
Two!
Thre--!

Riker is pushed off by Maverick, but immediately covers him again, the count restarting.

One!
Two!

Again, Maverick kicks out, but Riker is quick to go for a third cover.

One!

This time, instead of a simple kick out, Maverick aggressively and violently bench presses Riker off of himself, sending the other man into the air. Riker somehow lands on his feet, and performs a running flipping Neckbreaker as Maverick is attempting to stand. Again, Riker goes for a pin.

One!
Two!

Brian Rentfro: What is that? Seven pin attempts in the first minute?

Jon McDaniel: Four, Brian. Riker is coming at Maverick with a solid game plan. The best case scenario is Riker gets an unexpected pin. You have to remember, that if Maverick is constantly on the lookout for being pinned it will be much easier for him to make a mistake in another area of this match.

Maverick reaches a shoulder up and quickly rolls out of the ring, as they are rather close to the ropes. Riker, not wanting his momentum to come to a halt, quickly dives through the ropes at Maverick, but Maverick sidesteps, leaving the two hundred forty pound frame of Riker to crash into the barricade between the fans and the ring! Maverick immediately takes advantage of the situation and stomps heavily on the back of Riker’s skull before rolling him back into the ring.

Once both men are inside the squared circle once again, Maverick puts Riker directly into an inverse arm bar! They are close to the ropes, though, and Riker reaches out, grabbing hold of the rope. Davis begins a rather slow count to break the hold.

One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Get off of him, Maverick.
I mean it.
You know what’s next.
Fine!
Fiv—

Jon McDaniel: I’m not exactly sure that was the most time-efficient method official Daniel Davis could have broken the illegal hold with, but he did manage to get this eager new competitor off of Jonathan Riker.

Maverick finally releases his hold on the champion’s arm, leaving Riker tangled up in the bottom rope, clutching his left arm. Maverick stands back a little ways, waiting for Riker to stand, apparently. However, as soon as Riker moves his left arm to get out of the ropes, Maverick pushes past Davis, stomping down hard on the champion’s elbow! Riker grabs his arm in a new spasm of pain, and rolls to the center of the ring. The fans are letting loose a wallop of jeers, but the only reaction they get from Maverick is a quick jerking reference with his right hand that ends with him opening it toward them.

As Maverick turns from the taunt he gave the fans, Riker comes up hard from his knees, driving his right fist hard into the throat of his opponent. Riker gains his feet and grabs the head of Maverick, then drops to his knees in a Jaw Breaker! Maverick, who had already been clutching his throat for breath, now stands stiff, stunned. Riker isn’t finished yet! He stands, unleashing an impactful European Uppercut! As Maverick stumbles backward, Riker backpedals, bounding off the ropes. As he is running back toward Maverick he slips on the canvas! But, no! His foot connects square in the face of Maverick, sending the heavier contender to the mat on his back sprawled out. Riker immediately makes a cover, and Davis slaps the mat as he counts.

Jon McDaniel: Riker with a Malicious Strike! But will it be enough to put Maverick away?

One!
Two!
Thre--!

Maverick kicks out! The arena, which was just going nuts with applause and screams of encouragement suddenly turned, letting their disapproval of this Maverick character be well heard. Riker, again, goes immediately for a second cover.

One!
Two!
Thr--!

Brian Rentfro: You know, Jon, it seems to me that Riker isn’t getting anywhere with these excessive pins.

Another kick out by Maverick. Unbelieving, Riker stands and runs to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. As he comes back toward Maverick, the challenger jumps high, giving Riker no choice but to duck in order to dodge any potential attack. He comes off a second set of ropes, and Maverick dives at his feet, causing Riker to leap over him. As Riker comes off the ropes for the third time, Maverick is already air born, and brings the masked man to the canvas with a hurricarrana!

Riker begins to stand, but Maverick is already up and throws a heavy toe kick into the abdominal of the champion. Without hesitation, he drives Riker’s head between his knees and lifts him up, then throws him with a force of hatred against the mat in what is truly a devastating Powerbomb near the corner. Sneering at the fans, Maverick lifts Riker to a mostly standing position and initiates a double underhook, then viciously suplexes him hard into the top turnbuckle!

Standing above what appears to be a broken Jonathan Riker, Maverick yells out toward the crowd who is making the arena rain boos, “Oops… I broke him!” Maverick then slaps Riker over the head as the champion struggles on his knees to stand properly. “Get up!” Maverick yelled, “Get the fuck up! I’m not done with you yet!” Riker reached out, grasping the legs of Maverick to pull himself up with. Maverick only smirks before taking the left (and hurt) arm of Riker and twisting it into an arm wrench from the side, then swings his foot right at the champion’s face. Riker takes the kick to the face, falling back away from the ropes on the back of his head. Maverick keeps hold of the arm and drops with the kick, locking it into a devastating arm bar! Within just a few moments, Riker is tapping. Maverick takes his sweet time releasing the hold, and refuses to let Davis raise his arm.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: The winner via submission, and NEW Television Champion, JOHNNY MAVERICK!

'Search and Destroy' by Iggy Pop and the Stooges hits the P.A. and the fans in attendance boo Maverick. Their jeers grow in volume as he accepts his new title and gives it a polish with his forearm.

Jon McDaniel: Well, I don’t agree with this young man’s attitude, but there is no denying that this young man may very well be the new face of PWA.

Brian Rentfro: That’s right, but why don’t we let these folks watching at home decide for themselves? All right, all you have to do is go to the-pwa.com, that’s ‘t-h-e hyphen p-w-a dot com’ and vote for your favorite match of the week. It’s not too late, folks. Polls will be open through Friday! Vote now!

The screen now fades… to commercial.

Raizzor vs. Viktor Stone vs. Shadow Starr

PWA IC Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is your Saturday Night Rampage main event of the evening and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Championship.

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: How did Shadow Starr even earn a title shot?

Jon McDaniel: Because Shadow Starr is a talented individual and a hard worker.

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

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Away" by Mercy Drive begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the entrance ramp. The man is
wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey "Controlled Violence" hoodie with the sleeves rolled up
and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

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

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

You have my sympathy, now take it away."

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the ramp way as Red lights flicker throughout the arena.
On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

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

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

You have my sympathy,

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

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed
body. Stone Starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to Start.

Brian Rentfro: The real champion is in the ring now waiting on the paper champion.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor is far from being a paper champion Brian, and you know it.

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 at both Viktor Stone and Shadow Starr.

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor stole that belt at Phoenix Rising and everyone knows it.

Jon McDaniel: Both men put the other through hell in that match and Raizzor just came out on top.

Radio Rich stands in the middle of the ring, Viktor Stone turns his head from Raizzor to Radio Rich; the latter just looking smug. Stone is turning back to Raizzor when Shadow Starr connects with a right hand that sends Stone stumbling towards Radio Rich.

DING DING DING!

Raizzor throws a haymaker that connects with Shadow Starr sending him down to the mat hard and the only two standing now is Radio Rich and Raizzor. Stone is up quickly though diving at Raizzor with a MMA takedown into a Lou Thesz press and he begins to pound away at Raizzor's temples with fury. Shadow Starr hits the ropes delivering a running dropkick that sends Stone through the ropes and to the outside. Starr picks up Raizzor to a vertical base and begins to pepper him with lefts and rights until he is in a corner. Starr looks behind him to make sure Rich isn't behind him before Irish whipping Raizzor into the opposite turnbuckles. Raizzor reverses the whip and Shadow is sent careening to the corner. Raizzor goes to charge at Starr, but Viktor has grabbed his foot from under the bottom rope. Raizzor stomps down on the hand, but Viktor manages to release the foot just in time. Raizzor turns back to Starr, but is met by a spear to the ribs that were injured at the Hell In A Cell match on Sunday. The force of the spear sends Raizzor through the ropes into the waiting arms of Viktor Stone. Stone catches Raizzor in a full nelson and slams him down to the thin mat at ringside.

Jon McDaniel: A lot of action so far here Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Did you see that move that Viktor put Raizzor on the mat with?

Shadow Starr gets up from the spear that he gave Raizzor and is standing in the ring alone, as Radio Rich begins the mandatory ten count. Shadow Starr hits the opposite ropes and rebounds with a leap over the top rope taking Viktor Stone down with a suicide dive into a bulldog that slams Viktor's head face first into that thin padding. Stone rolls off of Viktor and looks down at his handy work when he is grabbed from behind by Raizzor. Starr's eyes go wide as he is spun around and Raizzor slams a fist into Starr's midsection doubling him over from the force. Raizzor delivers an uppercut to the bent over Starr which causes him to stumble then fall over the downed Viktor Stone. In the ring, Radio Rich has gotten up to a count of two. Raizzor steps over Viktor towards Shadow Starr. Viktor grabs the ankle of Raizzor once more, halting his progress for a second time in this match. Radio Rich has gotten to a count of "Three" inside the ring. Raizzor stomps down on the hand, but once again Viktor releases the ankle but punches the back of Raizzor's knee sending him down to the padding. Viktor rolls over to his knees delivering a right jab to Raizzor's jaw, Raizzor delivers a slow but deliberate punch to Stone's jaw. Meanwhile, Shadow Starr has gotten up to his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle, these two men only have fury for each other and intend on causing as much damage as they can to each other before one or the other kills the other man. Starr leaps from the top rope with a cross body taking out the two men. Starr rolls Viktor into the ring and begins to go to work on the former IC champion.

Brian Rentfro: That Starr only knows how to cheat.

Jon McDaniel: He is simply taking out the competition.

Brian Rentfro: He knows he doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of walking out of this match with the IC belt.

Jon McDaniel: Each man has equal opportunity to win here.

Starr pulls Viktor up to his feet Irish whipping him into the ropes as Stone returns, Starr nails him with a running STo that takes him down to the mat. Starr pulls Viktor back up delivering a picture perfect neckbreaker to Stone's injured neck that takes him down to the mat. Starr hooks Viktor up in a Tazmission, making sure to pay special attention to the neck area of Stone since it is his weak point. Raizzor rolls into the ring, knowing his title can change hands, he prepares himself by hitting the ropes. Starr has his back to the Soul Taker as Raizzor runs at him delivering a big boot to the back of Starr's head causing him to release the submission hold. Raizzor cannot stand Stone, but neither does he want to lose his title either. Raizzor picks up the injured Stone by the neck and punches his face slowly and deliberately as it forces him back into the corner. Raizzor grabs Stone in a wristlock and climbs to the top rope and rope walks there with Stone's wrist in his grasp. Stone pulls on the arm and Raizzor is crotched on the top rope. Stone bounces the top rope multiple times, causing Raizzor more pain, before he falls towards the inside of the ring. Stone with a clothesline sends Raizzor back outside of the ring to the ringside area. Stone looks down at Raizzor before turning his attention to the charging Shadow Starr. Stone ducks his head just in time to back body drop Starr over the top rope. Wait! Starr skins the cat, old school style, and slides in under the bottom rope behind the unrealizing Stone. Starr spins Viktor around delivering a right hand, Stone ducks under the blow hooking Starr in a modified chicken wing submission. Stone pulls the wildly kicking and struggling Starr to the center of the ring as Raizzor makes it to his feet on the outside of the ring. Raizzor climbs up to the apron and Stone sees him just in time and drops Starr in the center of the ring. Stone charges at his blood enemy, but Raizzor throws a well aimed right hand that catches Stone right in the throat. Radio Rich warns Raizzor about that sort of blow, but Raizzor glares at Rich with the depths of hell in his eyes. Raizzor steps over the top rope as Stone is still struggling to breath in the bent over position. Raizzor grabs Stone by the throat, pulling him to a vertical position before lifting him into the air. Raizzor slams him down to the mat with a delayed chokeslam before hooking the leg and making a pin. Radio Rich is there in position.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Shadow Starr with a stomp on the back of Raizzor's head.

Brian Rentfro: Shadow Starr saving the title for Viktor there.

Jon McDaniel: He is catching the eye of Raizzor. By the way, it is Raizzor's title for the moment.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I know but Viktor is going to win this match because we all know that Starr can't get the job done when it counts.

Jon McDaniel: Ask Emperor Ian about that.

Brian Rentfro: Sorry, some static in the headphone, what did you say?

Raizzor rolls off of Viktor and Stares with fire in his eyes at Shadow Starr; for his part, Starr is not backing down as he leaps at Raizzor. The Soul Taker grabs Starr around the throat and slams him down as well with a chokeslam. Raizzor covers Viktor once again.

One... Two... T--NO! Viktor kicks out before the count of three. It was Radio Rich indicates that it was less than an inch away from a three, but Raizzor pays no attention as he pulls Viktor up to his feet. Viktor with a boot to the midsection of Raizzor and a high knee lift to the Soul Taker. Raizzor is stunned as Viktor kicks him in the top of his head. Raizzor stumbles backwards but Viktor charges with a single leg takedown but catches him just in time to put a knee under his ribs and turn Raizzor so that he falls on Viktor's knee. As Raizzor makes contact with Viktor's knee, he gives out a loud grunt of pain and rolls onto his front clutching at his ribs trying to rub away the pain. Viktor grins sickly as he hoists Raizzor up into an abdominal stretch, making sure to stretch the side of Raizzor's injured ribs. Viktor delivers a clubbing forearm blow to the stretched ribs and Raizzor grunts from the pain. Viktor lifts his free arm up into the air, dropping a elbow into the ribs as well and Raizzor is in a bad way in his triple threat defense of the PWA Intercontinental Title.

Brian Rentfro: Stone with a big advantage as he works on Raizzor's ribs.

Jon McDaniel: But the Soul Taker can absorb a tremendous amount of pain.

Shadow Starr bounces off the ropes with a dropkick connecting with the back of Viktor's head taking him down on top of Raizzor. Shadow works quickly as he whips Stone into the ropes taking him back down with a scissor kick. Shadow is moving quickly before Raizzor has a chance to regain his feet. Shadow with a forearm to Viktor sending him towards the ropes, Viktor counters with an arm drag takedown into a chicken wing submission on the mat, but Shadow is in the ropes and Radio Rich is there to break the hold. Viktor refuses to break the submission so Radio Rich is forced to begin the count. He gets to four and a half before Viktor breaks the submission hold, having caused alot of damage to Shadow's shoulder and elbow. Viktor pulls Shadow up to his feet peppering him with some stiff forearm shots to the face and side of his head; he looks at Raizzor and sees his foe Starting to get up to his hands and knees. Viktor runs over to Raizzor kicking him on the side where his injured ribs are before diving at the escaping Shadow Starr with a shoulder tackle. Viktor is moving quickly, knowing that if Raizzor regains his feet once more, he'll have to contend with two people. Viktor hooks in a dragon sleeper and turns it quickly into a backstabber; nailing the Bodybag Bitches. Viktor goes for a pin and Radio Rich is there with the count.

One...

Raizzor sits up his head turning to see the cover by Stone.

Two...

Raizzor's arm reaches out grabbing the foot of Viktor Stone and yanks him off of Shadow Starr before the three can be counted; Viktor looks surprised. Shadow lays there motionless as Raizzor stands up with Viktor's ankle in his hands. Viktor with a standing inziguri connects with nothing as Raizzor ducks under the kick and is slightly behind Viktor now. Raizzor hooks Stone up for a scrap buster slam which is a spinning side slam. Both men lay on the mat and Raizzor sits back up, turning his head to look down at Viktor Stone with distaste. Raizzor rolls over to his knees then up to a vertical base before bouncing off the ropes landing on Viktor's throat with the guillotine leg drop; he hooks a leg and makes the cover.

One... Two... Thre--NO! Somehow Shadow Starr manages to get up and stop the count by kicking Raizzor in the head. The Soul Taker looks up from the pinning position and marks Shadow Starr for his burial. Shadow Starr is not worried as he begins to place boots into Raizzor's upturned face, the Soul Taker absorbing each and every blow as if Shadow is not doing anything to his body. Shadow Starr continues to kick and stomp at Raizzor as he stands up, glaring down at Shadow Starr and he steps over the fallen form of Viktor Stone towards Shadow Starr. Shadow with a right hand to Raizzor, but he catches it, Shadow with a left punch, Raizzor catches this blow as well in his firm grip. Raizzor kicks Shadow Starr in the midsection, releases his hands, and sets him up for the Tombstone Shoulder breaker. Shadow is up and his shoulder connects with Raizzor's out stretched knee and Raizzor folds the arms in the traditional funeral position and flips his head before he makes the cover.

One... Two... Thre--NO! Viktor pulls Raizzor off of the pin and up to his feet; this match will continue.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor had the match won.

Brian Rentfro: But he didn't win... did he?

Viktor with a right hand to Raizzor, another, and the Soul Taker is forced backwards from the viciousness of the punches and into the ropes. Stone whips him to the opposite ropes and Viktor quickly follows after Raizzor. As Raizzor rebounds, Stone launches himself at Raizzor and the two are sent over the top rope to the outside floor. Stone lands on Raizzor, driving the precious oxygen right out of his lungs, but cushioning Stone's fall somewhat. Stone quickly looks for a weapon to use on the outside where the only danger is being counted out. He searches under the ring apron and pulls out a steel chair and it is in the position he needs. Raizzor is trying to get up but Stone smacks the steel across the Soul Taker's face, busting his forehead open from the impact of flesh and steel. Radio Rich begins a count, it is slow because he knows the fans want this match to end in a pinfall not a count-out. A second blow lays Raizzor on his back and Viktor is raising the chair high up over head for a third blow when from the air Shadow Starr leaps bringing Stone's chair down on Stone's head. Radio Rich begins the count again, but still counts at the same speed as before. Shadow whips Stone into the ring apron following with a dropkick to the midsection and as Stone falls forward, Shadow Starr grabs Viktor's head flipping him over and towards the railing where Viktor slams back first. Shadow Starr has the advantage again and pulls Raizzor up to his feet, but clutches at his shoulder that is hurt from the chicken wing submission that Stone had him in and the Tombstone Shoulder breaker that Raizzor put him through. Shadow whips Raizzor into the ringpost following with a clothesline that sends Raizzor's face into the post splitting his forehead further, but the move cost Shadow Starr as he holds at his shoulder. Raizzor backs away from the post holding at his pouring forehead and Shadow Starr dives with a shoulder tackle, making sure to use his good shoulder; it takes Raizzor down to the thin padding. Radio Rich's count is up to four now as Shadow rolls Raizzor into the ring and follows him quickly into the squared circle. Shadow lifts Raizzor up to his feet throwing left forearms into Raizzor's face with not as much power as he could with his right arm, but he is doing his best. Shadow Starr Irish whips Raizzor into the corner, he points up to the sky and runs in afterwards. He connects with a clothesline and climbs to the top as he grabs Raizzor's neck.

Jon McDaniel: Its the Grim Reaper!

Brian Rentfro: Not that goofy guy again; where is he?

Jon McDaniel: No, right there!

Brian Rentfro: That is only Raizzor, he is much better than Grim Reaper.

Jon McDaniel: No, Shadow Starr's finisher!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, I try to forget that any chance I get.

Shadow Starr makes the cover and Radio Rich is there with the count.

One... Two...

Raizzor shoves Shadow Starr off with his last reserve of power. Starr lands hard, and as that happens, Viktor Stone climbs to the top rope, he measures Starr, and dives with a modified version of his "Why So Serious" curb stomp, but Raizzor’s back to his feet and catches Stone and hits a huge chokeslam, sending Stone crashing to the canvas and effectively saving Shadow Starr!

Jon McDaniel: My God! He just sent Stone down to hell with that chokeslam!

Raizzor goes to pick up Viktor Stone for the killing blow, when Shadow Starr jumps up and hits a perfect drop kick to the back of Raizzor’s head and sends the Soul-Taker through the middle and top rope, sprawled to the outside area. Starr then quickly pulls Stone up and hits the End Game! Radio Rich seems to have a smile on his face, as he drops and counts a rather fast…

One.. Two.. Three!

DING DING DING!

Brian Rentfro: Holy Cripe! I don’t believe it! I don’t freaking believe it!

Jon McDaniel: Shadow Starr has captured the PWA IC Title from Raizzor.. AND Viktor Stone!!

Brian Rentfro: This can’t be! This honestly can’t be!!!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW PWA Intercontinental Champion…. SHADOW STARR!!!!!!!

Outside the ring, Raizzor looks up with eyes wide, a bit of a shocked expression on his face, realizing what just happened. Sliding back into the ring, Raizzor stalks up to Shadow Starr who has just been handed the IC title, and turns Starr around, hard!!

Brian Rentfro: Match is over! Match is over! No reason for this!

Starr breaths hard, and looks a bit shaken as the Soul-Taker stares down hard at him. After a moment, Raizzor peers down over to Stone who is rolling out of the ring, stomping up the ramp and chasing Radio Rich who is laughing as he rushes up the ramp and backstage, and Raizzor turns, shrugs once and offers his hand to Starr. Starr slowly accepts it and the two men shake hands and the crowd erupts.

Jon McDaniel: A sign of respect by The Soul-Taker.

Brian Rentfro: And here I thought he was going to be a sore loser… damn!

Raizzor slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp, as Shadow Starr lifts the PWA IC title high in the air, as the arena chants his name and the screen fades to the PWA Logo.

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