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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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All On The Line!
04-25-2009


A Fruitless Task for Ian


Before Rampage begins, the scene fades into Chamelion standing backstage with the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship over his shoulder. He doesn’t look angry, he doesn’t look happy, he just seems.. oh.. contemplative.

Chamelion: Before tonight’s show begins, I need to address Emperor Ian. Ian, I understand you vandalized that limo in the hopes I would take exception and fire you. Sadly, that will not be the case. See, that limo wasn’t mine, but it IS PWA Property, so first and foremost, the expenses of repairing the limo will be coming out of your future paychecks. You have to understand, when it comes to business, I try not to take things to personally.

Now he grins.

Chamelion: However, someone DID arrive to the arena in that limo.. someone making a much anticipated return to the PWA, and when he found out what happened, he asked me if it would be okay that instead of firing you, which you know by now I won’t, that he gets to face you in his first match back in the PWA.

Shaking his head in amusement, Chamelion tries to keep laughter out of his voice.

Chamelion: So, next week, in that very ring, Ian.. you will go one on one… with the former W4F World Champion; The Kumquat Kid! Have a nice day!!

The scene then switches to Rampage, as we get underway!

Project X vs. Ryan Ross

Singles Match


The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of red strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Hysteria" by Muse
hits the PA system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the outline of Project X can be made as he jogs on the spot, preparing himself for the task ahead. When the music reaches its peak, he bursts forth in a rush of energy and launches his choke slamming arm up into the air as a jet of pyro launches up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk.

Totally Dude hits the P.A. system as Ryan Steps out from behind the curtain with his arms up in the air as the fans do the same when
the song tells them too. He them motions around his waist proclaiming he will win a belt soon. Red lights flash all around him as he walks down to the ring smile on his face giving a few fans the high five and getting his always important photo with his brother Lit. A red spot light hits him as he walks up the steps and hops the top rope into the ring where he hits the closest turnbuckle and jumps to the second rope. he then point at his abs and to a cutie in the front row making her blush, with a smile he spins off the ropes and starts to stretch and run the ropes preparing for the match with a mini warm up.

DING DING

PX and Ryan are mere inches from each other in the center of the ring; PX asks for a test of strength and Ross obliges. As PX raises his left hand for the test, he throws a haymaker that connects with Ryan's temple sending him down to the ground. PX is there with a stomp to the side of his head as Ryan scrambles to get away from PX and his massive blows. Ross gets outside of the ropes, but PX is there pushing him on down to the floor and referee Daniel Davis is there watching. PX turns to step over the rope when Ryan yanks on his ankle crotching the big man on the top rope. Ross quickly gets on the apron delivering a clothesline that sends PX back into the ring on his side. PX rolls over to his back as Ryan climbs to the top turnbuckle leaping with a leg drop across the throat of Project X.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan with a few quick moves here.

Brian Rentfro: He will have to be quick to even have a chance against Project X.

Ross is up quickly stomping away at Project X's shoulder, but PX begins to roll over to his feet. Ross quickly locks in an arm bar paying special attention to damaging the shoulder as much as possible. PX is up to his feet slamming a fist into Ryan's face, the hold is broken, PX with another right hand sends Ross to the mat on his knees. PX bounces off the ropes with a big boot right into Ryan's face and Resistance member Ryan Ross goes down in a heap. PX lifts Ross high up over head in a gorilla press slam, sending Ryan down to the mat in a crumpled heap on his front. Ross rolls over, but PX is there with a leg drop across his throat and tells Daniel to make the count.

One. Two. Th--Ryan is able to get a shoulder up from the fast count from referee Daniel Davis.

Jon McDaniel: Quick count from Daniel Davis there.

Brian Rentfro: If anything, that count was slow.

The crowd begins chanting "That was fast!", but Daniel pays no attention to the crowd. PX lifts Ryan back up to his feet, whipping him into the corner front first. PX follows with a big man splash flattening Ryan in the corner. Ryan falls out of the corner right into a neckbreaker from Project X and Ryan is once again down on the mat. PX places a boot on Ryan's throat and stands on the throat of his opponent using the ropes for leverage. Referee Daniel Davis watches and slowly begins to count the mandatory five count.

One...

PX still stands on the throat of Ryan Ross as the crowd begins to chant that referees suck, Davis pays no attention.

Jon McDaniel: Referee Daniel Davis is obviously on the side of Project X here.

Brian Rentfro: As is anyone, Ryan Ross is obnoxious.

Two...

PX still chokes Ryan Ross, whose face is beginning to turn purple from the lack of oxygen. PX looks down at his handiwork but finally releases the blatant choke just as Daniel Davis reaches a count of two. PX lifts Ryan Ross up into the air with The Probe, but Ryan somehow connects with a kick to his ribs and PX drops him down to the mat. Gasping for breath, Ryan Ross clutches at his throat and is on his hands and knees in front of PX who delivers a kick to Ryan's ribs rolling him over onto his back. PX bounces off the ropes with a leg drop onto Ryan's throat, but Ross manages to roll out of the way and the leg drop catches canvas. PX is not happy as he holds at his leg and gets up to a vertical base, Ryan is still trying to breathe. Project X pulls Ryan up to his feet delivering a massive punch to his face, Ryan's head is thrown backwards. PX with another and it opens a cut on Ryan's head, a third punch rolls his eyes back up into his skull and Ryan Ross is unconscious on his feet as PX simply throws him across the ring like a rag doll.

Brian Rentfro: Project X is simply having some fun in this match.

Jon McDaniel: This is ridiculous, just pin the man and have done with it.

PX lifts Ryan back up in a gorilla press slam and laughs at the booing crowd as Ryan wiggles countering the gorilla press slam into a inverted tornado DDT. Ryan lays on the mat, sweaty and hurt, PX lays there breathing heavily. The crowd explodes with chants for Ryan to get up, but the manhandling he has been put through has taken its toll on his body. Ryan manages to crawl to the bottom rope and pulls himself up to the second rope before looking back at PX, but Ryan slumps from the exertion of struggling up to his feet. He looks to the front row and sees a sign, held by a young lady that reads "You can cover me in your sauce", he smiles and pulls himself up to the top rope and a near vertical position. PX is back up to his feet looking at Ryan Ross who is struggling to stand, he motions for Ryan to come and get some. Ryan dives at PX who tries to side step Ryan's dive, but is unable to. Ryan dives wrapping his left arm around his waist, quickly wrapping his right arm as well, hooking them and slamming a knee into the back of Project X's knee. Ryan quickly releases that and dives forward with a bulldog that sends PX down to the canvas face first onto the lifted knee of Ryan Ross. The crowd chants "Holy Shit!"

Jon McDaniel: Wow, that was quick!

Brian Rentfro: Even I, can't deny that was impressive.

The move took its toll on
Ryan though as he struggles back up to his feet climbing up to the top rope and measures the prone form of Project X. Ryan wipes the blood from his face and dives with a senton. He rolls Project X over for a cover and Daniel Davis takes his time in making the count.

One........

Ross looks over at Daniel Davis and tells him to hurry and count fairly.

Two........

PX lazily rolls the shoulder up stopping the count. As Ryan looks over at Daniel Davis, the referee merely shrugs and motions that the match must continue. Ryan delivers a stiff right hand to the side of PX' lowered head. Ryan with a spinning heel kick that sends PX over onto his back and Ryan begins the ascent up to the top turnbuckle again. Ryan measures Project X and dives with a missile dropkick to the side of Project X's head that rolls the much bigger man over onto his front. Ryan with a quick stomp onto the shoulder before he hits the ropes again, he knows it will take something desperate to win him this match and he is willing to do it. Ryan rebounds leaping over PX spring boarding with a double foot stomp onto PX's shoulder that Ryan was working over earlier. He hooks Project X into a crippler cross face submission and PX immediately begins to grunt in pain as he crawls for the ropes. Project X is much bigger and Ryan is unable to keep him from making the ropes and breaking the hold.

One. Two. Three. Four. Fi--Ryan breaks the hold quickly as Daniel Davis counts quickly for him to break the hold.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan is going to have to beat Project X and the referee here in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Why is it that you don't believe Daniel Davis to be a competent official?

Jon McDaniel: Because he is obviously on the side of Project X here and any body who wants to break the rules. He conveniently doesn't see people like Project X cheating.

Brian Rentfro: What? You got something against big people?

Jon McDaniel: I never said that.

Brian Rentfro: You just said people like Project X.

Jon McDaniel: Oh never mind.

Ryan stands back as Daniel Davis helps Project X up to his feet and he motions for Ryan to back up. PX turns, fury in his eyes as he charges at Ryan. Ross ducks under the clothesline, spins connecting with a heel kick to PX's kneecap sending him down to one knee. In the blink of an eye, Ryan leaps up into the air with a front sole kick to the face of Project X sending him down to the mat. Daniel Davis warns Ryan about moves like that and motions that he wants to check the bottom of Ryan's boot for any thing illegal, Ryan has no choice but to oblige as he stands holding onto the top rope. PX is up and as Daniel checks the bottom of Ryan's boot, PX unties the turnbuckle padding. Daniel Davis ducks as he hears the massive PX lumbering towards them, but Ryan is unable to avoid the big splash that sends him into the corner. PX grabs the wrist of Ryan Ross and whips him into the exposed turnbuckle; Ryan slams into the bolt chest first. As Ryan clutches at his chest, PX comes charging in, Ryan Ross manages to drop to the mat with a drop toe hold causing PX's mask to be split on the exposed bolt and his eyes to roll up into the back of his head. As PX falls backwards, Ryan rolls the big man up with a pin.

One.........

Two..........

Thre.......

DING! DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: An obvious slow count, but Ryan Ross still able to pull out a victory.

Brian Rentfro: Slow count? That was a normal count and may have leaned on the side of a bit fast. Ryan Ross got lucky here in this match up.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match.... Ryan Ross!

Matt Stone vs. Emperor Ian

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Imperial Country, California, weighting in at 202 pounds: Emperor Ian!

"God Bless The USA" by Lee Greenwood plays as red, white and blue confetti rains down from the rafters. Emperor Ian comes to the ring waving an American flag, while a young Asian woman follows him. When Ian approaches his corner, he hands the flag to the woman and tries to start a "U-S-A" chant.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, making his debut in the Pioneer Wrestling Association, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighting in at 190 pounds: Matt Stone!

God Damn I love Me.

The opening of Tear Away can be heard as from the back Matt Stone walks out with a smirk of arrogance. Sure the kid was green, but he had something to prove, and where better than on the stage of Pioneer Wrestling Association. He walked past the kids in the aisle seats, not even glancing at them, regardless if they had their hands outstretched for a five or not. He would stop near the steps and turn to a woman in the front row. "After I beat your hero, you and I can have dinner and talk about how great I look" he remarks with a smirk, ignoring her reaction as he arrogantly walks up the step, taking his sweet ol' time. He stops on the apron and looks out to the crowd, just shaking his head. He'd get in the ring and walk over to the opposite ropes he was just at and put a foot on the middle rope, the other on the bottom, glaring at the peons as he called them. He would then walk back over to the center of the ring and run his right hand through his hair, waiting to show these people what he was capable of.

The bell rang as people continued their “USA” chant. Matt and Ian started walking in circles, then collided in the middle of the ring with a heavy lock-up. Ian was able to push Stone to the corner, and the referee started the 5-count.

Ian raised his hands, stepping back at 4, and then went for a few chops to Stone’s chest. Before he could hit a 3rd one, Stone was able to get out of that position with a knee to the midsection. They switched positions, and it was now Matt hitting Ian with the chops. After the 4 chops, Stone grabbed Ian’s arm, looking to send him to the opposite side with an Irish Whip, which was reversed by Ian, and Stone was the one in the corner. The hit was hard enough to make him bounce, allowing Ian to nail a Bicycle kick on Stone. He covered him, but Stone kicked out at nearly 2.

Ian went back to his feet, and brought Stone back up. He bounced on the ropes, ready to come with another Shoulder Block, but this time, Stone reversed it, being able to get behind and hit a Neckbreaker. It was followed by a cover, but Ian kicked out of it at 2.

Matt then went to his feet, and brought Ian to his feet as well. From there he simply hit a German Suplex, a move that let Ian on the floor, holding his neck, which was exactly Stone’s plan. Seeing the opportunity, he rushed at him, going for some foreheads to the back of the neck. However, the referee was forced to stop this with the 5-count. Matt stopped at the limit, saving himself from a disqualification.

He stepped back, giving Ian some time to get back up. Once Ian was to his feet, Stone came closer; he tried to put him in a Snap Suplex, but Ian hooked the leg. Stone tried a second time, but Ian did the same thing before lifting him in a Cradle Neckbreaker. He went to his feet, holding his neck, and then waited for Stone for Stone before sending him back to the floor with a Bulldog. He went for the cover, but Stone kicked out at two, almost 3.

The crowd reacted loudly as Ian went to his knees, motioning the referee it was a 3-count, but the ref didn’t want to hear anything, sticking to his judgment. Ian went to his feet, then brought Stone back up. He went for a Russian Leg Sweep, but Stone spines behind, able to lock a Sleeper Hold on Ian. He put enough pressure to bring Ian to a sitting position. After a moment, the referee checked if Ian was still conscious. He lifted his arm to see if he would react. The arm fell twice, and as he was going to lift it a 3rd time, the arm was still up.

Ian was fighting to get back up, even with Stone putting more pressure on the Sleeper Hold. He was able to get back to his feet, and then sent a few blows to Matt’s ribs, forcing him to release the hold. From there, he turned back, where Stone was ready to hit him to the midsection before going for a Swinging Neckbreaker. However, Ian didn’t let him do it, and nailed the Imperial-Plex on him, leaving both of them flat on the floor, exhausted.

Both were back to their feet at 9, Ian being the first one. He hit Matt with a clothesline, and a second one. When going for a 3rd one, Stone ducks it, and bounces on the ropes, coming back at Ian. However, Ian was able to hit him to the sternum with a kick, and then lifted Stone in a Powerbomb. Matt was able to answer that with a few punches to the forehead, and then fall with him in the C-C-C-C-Combobreaker, Matt went to cover, but Ian was close to the ropes, and got his foot on the bottom rope. Standing, Matt dragged Stone up and whipped him to the ropes, but Ian reversed and Matt planned to use the ropes for an attack. However, the Emperor's "flag girl" just happens to be at that spot waving the flag and almost whacks Stone in the head. Ian takes the opportunity and connects with a Tilt-a-whirl Piledriver, Ian then covered for the 1-2-3!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match: Emperor Ian!

After the match, he takes the flag from the woman, and waves it while chanting "U-S-A".

Johnny Maverick vs. Marxx

PWA Television Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Television Championship.

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.

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.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from New-Brunswick, Canada, weighting in at 241 pounds: Marxx!

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.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx going for his first title here in PWA.

Brian Rentfro: And Johnny Maverick going for his first title defense here in PWA.

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'.

'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 his opponent.

DING DING

Maverick dives at Marxx with the opening bell taking him down with a MMA takedown pounding at his face with unrelenting precision. Referee Scott Swindell is there to warn Johnny that this is not a shoot fight, the distraction is enough as Marxx throws an uppercut, from a prone position, into Johnny's jaw throwing him off of him. Marxx is up with quickness towards Johnny who sweeps the legs out from under Marx taking him down to the mat and into an ankle lock. Marxx is in the ropes quickly breaking the hold, but Scott Swindell is forced to enforce the mandatory five count to make Johnny loosen the submission. Johnny looks at Scott, but Marxx delivers a kick to the back of his knees causing him to stumble forward towards the referee. Scott spins out of the way as Marxx leaps with a bulldog taking Johnny down to the mat chin first.

Jon McDaniel: Back and forth action here in this match up.

Brian Rentfro: Johnny will come out on top, no worries.

Marxx cinches in a side headlock and wraps his legs around the left arm of Johnny in a modified cross face, but Johnny rolls over pinning Marxx to the canvas.

One...

Marxx releases the hold and is up to his feet pulling Johnny up to a vertical base. Johnny with a thumb to the eyes sends Marxx's hands up to his eyes wiping at their streaming water. Johnny with a right handed punch sends Marxx into the corner. Johnny follows with a high knee lift and climbs up the turnbuckle where he kisses his fist and plants it into Marxx's skull. Marxx absorbs the first blow, but sends Johnny down to the mat with a release spinebuster and Johnny crashes to the mat holding at his back. Marxx is over quickly Marxx quickly grabs the ankle of Johnny turning him over into a half Boston crab, but Maverick crawls quickly for the ropes and the hold is broken immediately. Marxx backs up from the rising Maverick and charges at him with a clothesline. Johnny ducks sending Marxx over the top rope to the outside, but Marxx lands on the ring apron behind Johnny. Maverick turns at the cheers from the crowd to take a right hand to his temple. Johnny holds at his temple as Marxx shoulder blocks Johnny from outside the ropes, Johnny backs up from the force and Marxx comes in through the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: The action keeps going back and forth here.

Brian Rentfro: Both men want the title, Marxx wanting to win it and Johnny My Man Maverick defending it.

As Marxx is coming through the ropes, Johnny catches him with a kick to the head following up with a elbow drop onto his neck. Marxx is tangled in the ropes from his fall from the blows, but Maverick doesn't seem to care. Johnny with a stomp on the back of Marxx's neck and a quick knee drop before referee Scott Swindell can get Johnny back from the challenger enough to untangle him from the ropes. Finally Marxx falls on through the ropes to the canvas and Johnny is on him like stink on crap. Maverick whips Marxx into the ropes following with a Samoan drop as Marxx rebounds; Maverick makes a quick cover.

One... Two... --Marxx kicks out before the count of three and this match will continue. Maverick lifts Marxx to a kneeling position and yells out to the crowd before delivering a knee strike to Marxx's head, but Marxx sways away from the blow pulling the planted leg of Maverick out from under him, causing Johnny to fall to the mat on his ass. Maverick looks sort of stunned as Marxx wraps his ankle in an ankle lock making sure to twist the ankle savagely. Maverick with a prone boot kick to Marxx's head that breaks the submission hold and Maverick gets up to his feet as Marxx holds at his temple. These two lock up again, but Marxx with a floating go behind into a rear waistlock into a full nelson. Marxx drops a knee into the back of Maverick's knee, the full nelson still locked in and Maverick goes down to both knees. Marxx pulls back on the full nelson as he pushes the lower back of Maverick forward with his right knee in a painful looking submission hold.

Brian Rentfro: That has got be an illegal move.

Jon McDaniel: I don't believe it is, and the TV champ looks to be in trouble.

Johnny falls forward, throwing his head back and as he lands on the canvas, the back of his head is thrown into the unsuspecting face of Marxx; the hold is broken immediately. Maverick rolls over as Marxx holds a hand to his mouth and nose checking for blood. Johnny is up and Marxx is getting up to his feet. Johnny charges at Marxx, but Marxx ducks, a bit too early as Johnny catches him full in the face with a toe kick that sends him stumbling backwards, his lip bleeding now. Johnny wraps the wrist of Marxx and whips him towards the other corner, but Johnny holds on sending Marxx down to the canvas with a painful looking arm bar. Maverick is screaming for Marxx to give it up and referee Scott Swindell is there to inquire if Marxx wants to do that, Marxx states that he does not want to submit. Marxx is wriggling and squirming for the ropes that are nearest to him, but Johnny just laughs and says that he can never make those ropes. Marxx shoves backwards catching Johnny off-guard and his foot is in the bottom rope. Scott begins the count, but the stunned Johnny had just released the hold pulling Marxx back up to his feet. Maverick hooks the head under his arm and lifts, but Marxx blocks by holding onto the rope behind him. Maverick lifts again, but Marxx holds on for dear life. Maverick releases the attempted suplex delivering a stiff chop to Marxx's chest, Mark returns the chop followed by a right hand to Johnny's temple. Johnny is stunned allowing Marxx to nail him with a running clothesline, but the move cost Marxx because he unconsciously used the arm that Maverick had in the arm bar. Marxx holds at his shoulder and arm, allowing Johnny to sweep his legs out from under him. Marxx has the presence of mind to point an elbow which catches Johnny on the ankle that Marxx had in the ankle lock. Both men are on the canvas breathing hard.

Brian Rentfro: Referee Scott Swindell begins the mandatory ten count here.

Jon McDaniel: But it will not count as a successful TV title defense if he cannot win the match.

Johnny pulls himself up as Marxx uses the ropes to do the same. Johnny is just a bit quicker and stalks over to Marxx who delivers a boot to his midsection following up with a DDT. Johnny blocks the DDT sending Marxx into the ropes, Marxx rebounds with a boot into Johnny's face. Johnny catches the ankle of Marxx and spins throwing him onto the canvas using his own momentum to snatch him into an ankle lock right in the middle of the ring. Marxx has no where to go, but he doesn't need the ropes as a backwards mule kick connects with Johnny's temple and Johnny releases the hold quickly. Johnny holds at his forehead as Marxx rolls onto his back planting both feet into Johnny's hands that cover his face. Johnny falls back first onto the mat, his hands now hurting as his forehead is too.

Jon McDaniel: Great counter of the ankle lock.

Brian Rentfro: Real technical that counter was.

Johnny and Marxx lock up, Marxx getting the advantage with a go behind into a hammerlock. Johnny counters the move with a duck and a hammerlock of his own against Marxx. The challenger slaps at his shoulder before ducking and hooking one of Johnny's legs in the crook of his arm and Marxx lifts Johnny up as Maverick releases the hammerlock. Marxx begins to spin, but Johnny slams a fist into the side of Marxx's face making him stutter in his spin and Johnny shoves his weight forward causing Marxx's face to slam hard into the canvas with Johnny's weight on top of the blow. Johnny rolls off of the downed Marxx gasping for his breath and looking down at Marxx in wonder and disgust. Marxx slowly pulls himself up using the ropes for leverage as he stares at Johnny Maverick, both men gasping for breath here in this fairly fast paced match.

Johnny runs again, his temper getting the better of him and immediately he is back in the same position he was just in. Marxx drops Johnny's head under his arm and slams him down to the canvas with his finisher called Leaving Marxx.

Brian Rentfro: Johnny will easily kick out of this.

Jon McDaniel: Leaving Marxx!

Referee Scott Swindell is there with a count as Marxx covers.

One... Two... Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW PWA Television Champion... Marxx!

Marxx is handed the PWA Television title, he holds it high up over his head as "The End of the Line" blares through the speakers and the crowd claps. As he celebrates, Maverick gets to his feet, spins Marxx around and kicks him in the gut and leaves him laying on the canvas following a devastating powerbomb!

G.O.D. vs. Controlled Violence

Tag-Team Match


”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.


An old fashioned, black and white film countdown begins rolling, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.


VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Searchlights scan the arena as strobes go off all around the entrance curtain, and mist pours from behind curtain. Suddenly you can hear Heath Ledger's voice creep through the speakers

AND HERE WE GO~!~~

Pyros explode as "Find The Real" by Alter Bridge fills the arena via the PA system, and random still-frames of Alex Noble and Viktor Stone in action throughout their career cover the ADC-TRON. The Controlled Violence logo flashes on the Tron as red pyro shoots from the stage. Alex Noble and Viktor Stone walk out from behind the entrance curtain wearing matching Controlled Violence shirts as the song begins, and Eli Storm follows behind, chomping away on a stick of gum. Noble takes some sips from his Aquafina as Stone cracks his knuckles, and then they begin walking down the entrance ramp.

Stuck in the middle
I burrow inside
Back to the cradle
Away from the burdens
Of all my crimes
Before it's fatal

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, at a combined weight of 477 pounds...

The past has found me
The truth come out
Always remember
With no place to fall
But straight down
I must surrender

Eric Emerson: ...they are the team of the reigning PWA Intercontinental Champion, Viktor "The Beast" Stone...

They reach the ramp, and Noble rolls under the bottom rope as Stone pulls himself onto the apron. Viktor steps between the ropes and hops onto the middle turnbuckle, as Alex kips up to his feet, outstretching his arms to his sides with his hands open, smirking as he turns around to look at all of the audience.

Eric Emerson: ...and "The Messiah of Violent Innovation" Alex Noble...

Well it seems I've finally
Thought of everything
I want to love
I want to feel
Find peace
Find the real

Viktor takes his Controlled Violence shirt off and tosses it to a ringside attendant, and Noble takes a few more sips from his Aquafina before closing the bottle and tossing it into the crowd.

Eric Emerson: They are...

Stone stretches out over the top ropes while Alex slides the Controlled Violence shirt off, tossing it to Storm on the outside, and Stone does the "Cut Throat" signal for his new finisher, Body Bag, Bitches.

There's a face I put on
All my life
The face of an angel
I look in the mirror
Only to find
The face of a stranger

Eric Emerson: ...CONTROLLED VIOLENCE!!!!

And all that I've
I hunger for more
Cause I'm selfish
And all I'm left with
Is a crown of thorns
And I'm helpless

Noble walks past Stone into the corner, and reclines over on top ropes as "Find The Real" dies down.

Jon McDaniel: “ This is perhaps the biggest two tag teams currently on our roster never to have faced each other.”

Brian Rentfro: “That’s an easy claim to make seeing our tag team roster is no more then 3 teams.”

Jon McDaniel: “ yeah but it sounds better y’know. Put more hype on the match, get the fans at home excited.”

Brian Rentfro: “well, I do agree this will be a great match, we have not one, but FOUR technical wrestlers in this ring, each man knows his way around the ring and that means we are SURELY in for what will be a great match up. “

Figgy and Viktor start up the match with some glares, lacey and Eli both respectively cheer on their team as Fig and Stone lock up. Stone gains a upper hand with a arm wrench and harsh shoulder tackle bulling Fig. another lock up and fig retorts with a arm wrench and a insulting slap to the face! Fig doesn’t let out the arm like Viktor and wrenches it harder doubling over his opponent before pulling back and kneeing Viktor right in the elbow. Stone staggers away growing angry as he holds his arm for a moment. A third lock up and Viktor forgets any technical approach and merely headbutts Fig right to the mat. Fig holds his head and backs away making an early tag to his partner.

Jon McDaniel: “ Fig opts out of Viktor’s grasp and Hunter is in to try his hand at the game.”

Brian Rentfro: “ Hunter has been on some sort of journey to improve the PWA, and frankly, I think he just might be the man to do it.”

Jon McDaniel:” what?!”

Hunter moves in and Viktor locks up with the number one contender and they fight back and forth in a test of strength where Viktor gains the advantage, planting a quick snap back trip. Hunter tumbles on his back and rolls back to his feet, in a slight pause he smirks pushing back into Stone harshly. Stone staggers back from the momentum and is knocked into the ropes where a rebound off the ropes gets him planted with a monkey flip. Both men quickly get back to their feet where they both lock up and seem to repeat the process. Viktor lands a hard knee and whips Hunter into the ropes, Hunter counters switching momentum and sends Stone into the ropes instead. Sullivan drops low on the first rebound letting Stone leap over, one the second Hunter leap frogs over the former MMA star. Tired of such a ploy leads Viktor to retort on the 3rd go round as Hunter poses himself for yet another monkey flip. The cocked up legs proves the demise of the move as Stone grabs Hunter by the legs and hoists him up In what looks like a German suplex attempt. Hunter kicks and even after the woozy flip lands his feet on the ground performing a standing switch. Hunter pulls up into a half nelson and attempts a launch! The king of the half nelson is thwarted as Viktor sends back rapid elbows knocking Hunter off the assault. Stone looking for a break tags in his partner and we now have Hunter and Noble as legal men.

Brian Rentfro: “I think that last exchange kinda proves my point, Hunt is a great technician and always proves that.”

Jon McDaniel: “yeah well we’ll see when he faces Jethro again, or better yet, lets see how he handles the now legal Noble.”

Noble moves in and is kinda eager to face a more worthy PWA athlete, having been limited in his opportunity so far. Hunter and Noble lock up, the innovator opts against playing Hunters chain game and bluntly nails him in the face with a punch. Hunter is caught off guard and staggers back, the ref Paul London tells Noble off on the face punches. Alex continues his brawling assault with body punches before whipping the Viper into the ropes, on the rebound he catches the technical icon with a hard clothesline. Hunter falls hard and returns to his feet to get drop kicked in the face pushing him into the turnbuckle. Alex leaps into action as Hunter is slapped with harsh chops reddening his chest. Staggering out of the corner Hunter is nailed with a snap suplex.

Jon McDaniel: “Hunter gets beat around by Noble, showing more so that hunter is not so great matching up with strikes.”

Brian Rentfro: “ lets see how this goes for our number one contender.”

Noble quickly locks in a sleeper working around Hunter. Sullivan fights it as well as he can before getting to his feet and trying to break towards Fig. It doesn’t work as Alex grips the neck harder as well as hooking the arm lifting up and slamming Hunter onto his back. The move dazes Hunter for a 2 count but kicks out. A little upset, Noble drags Hunter to his corner tagging in Viktor. Noble lifts hunter up and both men suplex him to the matting. Fig gets involved and prevents Stone from getting the pin. Paul London holds off the G.o.D team member as Viktor stomps on Hunters throat laughing a little. Fig gets to his apron and tells the ref to hurry up and get back to his job. This allows him to break up Viktor and Noble double teaming Hunter in the corner with strikes.

Brian Rentfro: “Controlled violence takes advantage with a little illegal help.”

Fig doesn’t taker a liking to the situation and sneaks off the apron. The ref forces noble and Viktor away and demands Noble get in his corner, the distraction is just enough for Hunter to grab Viktor and switch places with him in the corner. Hunter nails his own chops and kicks trying to exact a mean of revenge. Viktor switches back and sends a HARSH elbow into hunters jaw, following with a knee. Moving away from the ropes Viktor charges back in for a splash! Hunter ducks and lifts!! Forcing a leap frog like move out of Viktor planting him on the second rope. Sullivan smirks as Fig pulls Noble off the apron and drops Viktor off the steel turnbuckle poll in a guillotine drop. Viktor is highly dazed and is leaning back a tad, giving hunter the perfect opportunity climbing up the ropes and NAILING a perfect HALF NELSON SUPLEX!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: “ BRUTAL toss! Lets see Viktor get up from that mean one!”

Noble, however, has gotten passed figgy on the outside tossing him into the barricade and climbing the turnbuckle. The PWA rookie looks to leap and take Hunter out but finds himself trapped by lacey whom grabs Nobles boot! The ref doesn’t notice it and wasn’t given much time to as Eli takes her out with a boot. Lords looks to launch again but the delay was all Hunter needed to mount an offence. Kicking the top rope Noble loses balance and drops to his pride and joy! Hunter climbs the turnbuckle and tries to lift the man up and over in a SKI HIGH SUPER PL- Viktor is back to his feet, dazed and confused but he is back in time to save his partner with a clubbing blow to Hunter’s back. Sullivan is forced to put Noble back down as he is carried away from the ropes on Viktor’s shoulders! Viktor nods to Noble who readies himself on the top rope LEAPING LARIT-FACE PLANT!!!!! Fig grabs Noble last moment in time to halt his leap is a crashing fashion! Hunter taking advantage of the situation rolls forward in a victory roll!!


ONE TWO THREE!!!!!!

Paul London raises the hands of the PWA world tag team champions as they celebrate their victory, how ever sly it may have been, over Controlled violence.

Jon McDaniel: “Impressive victory for G.O.D here tonight, showing ever more their strive to be the best tag team champions PWA has had in a very long time.”

Shadow Starr vs. Riona Langly

Singles Match


The bell rings and they lock up. Starr tries to get technical early on, trying for a Frankensteiner, but Riona shoves him back as soon as his feet leaves the ground. He rolls back into the ropes. Starr runs at Riona with a spear, but Riona lifts her foot, and Starr goes face first into it and drops. Riona picks him up and lifts him into a suplex. Riona lifts him up again and sets him up for a spine buster. Instead of slamming him, she puts Starr up top and sets up for a superplex, but Starr recovers and does a top rope sunset flip. 1... 2... kick!

Starr has the upper hand as he picks Riona up and moves into the corner. He executes a Tornado DDT, but midway through Riona shoves him off, and Starr flies literally across the ring. Starr rolls back and hits the ropes. He runs at Riona, and hits a drop kick, but Riona side steps. This time Riona picks up Starr and whips him into the ropes. Starr jumps up and springboards off the ropes into a flying side kick into Riona's face, knocking her over. Starr jumps up top and hits a moonsault. 1... 2... thKICK!

Riona is slowly recovering, up to her hands and knees, but Starr hits the ropes and slide dropkicks into her face. Riona falls back into a sitting position. Starr charges her and hits a front rolling neck breaker. Riona sits up again, and when Starr goes for a reverse rolling neck breaker, Riona ducks and Starr slams into the mat. Riona gets up, picks up Starr and whips him into the ropes. Starr comes back and hops onto Riona for the Hurricarrana, but gets power bombed instead. Riona covers. 1... 2... KICK!

Starr doesn't just kick, but he grabs Riona's arm for an arm bar, and brings Riona down to her knees. Riona struggles and then twists her body, grabs Shadow’s leg and rolls over him, bringing him with her so she’s on top and Shadow’s on his stomach and she locks in the Painkiller Overdose! Shadow struggles with all his might but wisely taps out before any permanent damage is done!
Winner: Riona Langly

Chamelion vs. Mark Zout

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match up is set for one fall and is for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship. As per the rules of the Grizzly Beer title, the current champion is able to choose the stipulation for the match. I have just been informed that this match will be a Tables Match!

The crowd is anticipating the next match now that they know the stipulation; Mark Zout only has a few seconds to prepare for the stipulation of the match.

Eric Emerson: 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 positive reaction.


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

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, 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.

Jon McDaniel: Zout looks focused here.

Brian Rentfro: What makes him or anyone else think that he can get the job done? His partner and friend couldn't do it.

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 Mark Zout.

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.

Brian Rentfro: Look at Chamelion there, focused personified.

Jon McDaniel: Look at my partner here, Brian Rentfro, brown noser... personified.

DING DING

Chamelion and Zout go for a lock up, but Chamelion ducks under the attempt from Zout and laughs. They go for a second, once again Chamelion ducks under the lockup attempt; Zout is getting frustrated at this cat and mouse game from the Grizzly Beer champion. Another lockup attempt and Chamelion sways from Zout delivering a dropkick to his back sending him towards the ropes. Chamelion is on him quickly with a forearm shot sending Zout into the ropes. Chamelion whips Zout into the ropes, Zout reverses and Chamelion is sent into the ropes, Zout follows. A clothesline sends Chamelion over the top rope to the floor below and Zout climbs to the top turnbuckle yelling out to the crowd while pointing at Chamelion.

Jon McDaniel: Zout looks to be going for a high risk here.

Brian Rentfro: High risk can have high rewards or high consequences.

Zout dives with a 360 degrees flip onto Chamelion, who catches him planting Zout with a sit out powerbomb on the thin mat. Zout's head bounces from the impact and that is the only movement from the Grizzly Beer challenger. Chamelion shoves the legs out of his way as he rolls over to his knees and pulls a table out from under the ring. Chamelion looks at Zout before unfolding the leg and setting up the table next to the ring apron, the table flush with the apron. Chamelion walks over to Zout that trademark grin on his face. He pulls Zout up to a vertical base and supports him as they walk over to the table. Chamelion rams Zout's face into the wood once, twice, and NO! Wait, Zout manages to block the third attempt with a back elbow into Chamelion's midsection. Zout catches the head of Chamelion and drives him face first into the table once, twice, and a third time. Chamelion bounces back vertically his eyes showing that dazed look. Zout hops to the table diving with a shoulder block that sends Chamelion up against the railing at ringside. Zout rolls off of Chamelion and is up to his feet quickly backing up against the table running with a modified baseball slide type dropkick into Chamelion's face, but Chamelion moves at the last second and Zout's legs are caught in the metal guard railing at ringside. Chamelion points and laughs at Zout's predicament as the challenger is trying to untangle himself from the entrapment. Chamelion stomps at Zout's head, bouncing back delivering a double stomp to the side of Zout's face.

Jon McDaniel: Zout still trapped in the railing.

Brian Rentfro: Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

Chamelion pulls Zout's head from the floor delivering a spinning toe kick into the side of his temple, the move knocks Zout sideways and untangles him from the railing. Chamelion looks at the railing and shrugs before pulling Zout up to a vertical base. Chamelion with a stiff forearm backing him up against the railing beside the announce table. Chamelion swings with a haymaker, Zout manages to duck under hooking Chamelion in a half nelson slamming the side of his face on the railing, it shudders but does not fall. Chamelion is busted open slightly from the contact and a small trickle of blood oozes from his scalp line. Zout seems to be pleased with this turn of events and nails Chamelion with a forearm elbow shot that is more pointed elbow than forearm, Chamelion's head is thrown back from the impact and Zout again smiles as the trademark smile is wiped from Chamelion's face. Zout lifts Chamelion up to his feet and whips him into the ring apron in front of the announce table where Chamelion slams chest first into the unforgiving apron. Chamelion bounces back, Zout delivers a chair shot that knocks Chamelion back up against the ring apron, his face slamming down on the apron and leaving a small spot of blood there. Zout leaps up to the announce table.

Jon McDaniel: The action is right in our laps Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I don't know about you, but I'd rather have a lovely female in my lap right now instead of Zouty.

Zout leaps from the announce table, but Chamelion just sits down and Zout crashes chin first into the ring apron. As his eyes roll up into the back of his head, Zout falls backward into a sort of roll up pin attempt. Chamelion knows he can't win by a pinfall, but the move serves him another purpose as Zout's head smacks hard into the ring announce table. Chamelion grabs the steel chair placing it over Zout's face before he rolls back into the ring. Chamelion hits the opposite ropes, rebounding and leaping over the top rope with a dropkick that sends the chair deep into Mark Zout's face, he falls to the side as Chamelion rolls after the contact landing on his feet. Chamelion digs up under the ring again producing yet another table and he sits this one up as well and motions that he plans on finishing Zout off right this instant. Zout is rolled onto the table as Chamelion climbs to the top rope and dives with a leg drop, he connects with Zout's midsection, but the table doesn't even crack under the weight. Chamelion shrugs and rolls Zout into the ring where he peppers him with a stiff right hand left hand combination. Chamelion whips Zout into the corner, but Zout somehow finds it within himself to reverse the Irish whip and Chamelion is sent into the corner. Zout hits his hands and knees as Chamelion runs up the turnbuckle, but Zout is there as Chamelion leaps with a roundhouse toe kick to catch his flying form and send him crashing over the top rope to the outside matting.

Jon McDaniel: If a table had been there, we'd have a new champion.

Brian Rentfro: If ear wax was gold, you'd be a billionaire.

Zout looks over the top rope to Chamelion who is lying on the mat, his leg under him at a awkward angle. Zout hits the ropes holds onto the top rope and leaps spring boarding from the top rope with a springboard reverse split legged moonsault. He connects driving what little wind Chamelion had regained, right out of his lungs in one single rush. Zout digs up under the ring and slides first one table into the ring before setting up a third table up against the ring apron; the ring is nearly surrounded by wooden tables. Zout rolls Chamelion into the ring, Zout is on the apron. Mark Zout leans through the ropes, but is nailed with a fist from Chamelion, who is no longer smiling, but determined to put this nuisance away for good. Zout is forced back through the ropes to avoid a second blow, but he manages to hold onto the ropes and not land on the table. Zout stands up as Chamelion stands up inside the ring. Right hand from Chamelion, right hand from Zout, right from Chamelion, right from Zout and these two are having a slugfest right here. Chamelion swings with an elbow, Zout lowers his head, avoiding the possibly loaded elbow pad by mere centimeters. Zout hooks Chamelion up for a vertical suplex over the top rope, he has Chamelion up and over. Chamelion swings in mid-air landing right beside Zout, he smiles once again. Chamelion with a elbow shot sends Zout stumbling sideways, Zout with a left elbow sends Chamelion stumbling to his left.

Brian Rentfro: These two men going at it basically on top of a table.

Jon McDaniel: It could go to whoever happens to hold on just a second longer if both of them fall.

Chamelion with an elbow shot to Zout's ribs, but Zout manages to catch Chamelion with an elbow shot to his head, both men lose their grip and go through the table. The wood splinters and pieces fly into the crowd, but no bell sounds to signal the end of the match. The referee, Scott Swindell, rushes over to the announce table and a replay is shown to us as well as Scott. The replay shows that both men went through the table at the same exact instant, both breaking the table. Scott rushes over to Eric Emerson and whispers something into his ear.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to both men going through the table exactly at the same time, referee Scott Swindell has ordered that this match must continue.

The crowd explodes at that announcement.

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is loving that.

Brian Rentfro: The belt should still be Chamelion's, it should be declared a draw.

Chamelion rolls out of the table wreckage, bloody and sawdust covered to stare unbelieving at referee Scott Swindell in the ring. Mark Zout is starting to move as well and he is covered in blood and sawdust as well from the table basically exploding, he smiles at Chamelion who is still looking inside the ring at Scott Swindell. Mark Zout explodes with a right spear taking Chamelion down to the railing and floor mat. Zout with a right hand, Chamelion with a right of his own and this match is finally continuing here as these two slug it out once more, this time right at the happy ringside fans. Zout connects with a right hand that sends a piece of table stuck in Chamelion's hair flying to land in a fan's lap, Chamelion with a face rake gives him the advantage as he nails a running right hand to Zout sending him backwards to the broken table. Chamelion charges with a running clothesline sending Zout to the floor mat. Chamelion pulls Zout up quickly sending him careening into the ringpost face first. As Zout bounces to the right side of the post, after contact, Chamelion runs with a bulldog sending Zout back down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: These two are going at it in this match for the Grizzly Beer Championship.

Brian Rentfro: The Resistance will never take this belt away from The Pantheon.

Chamelion rolls Zout back into the ring, his face shows that he is all business now. He grabs the table that Zout had previously slid into the ring and he props it up in the corner. Chamelion bends down, scoop slamming Zout right in front of the table before he backs up patting at his leg. Zout gets up to his feet, his back to Chamelion, he sees the table and turns

Brian Rentfro: Sweet Sound of Success!

Zout's face goes through the table and referee Scott Swindell signals for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIILLLLL PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... "The Most Devious SOB in the business today".... Chamelion!

"Voices" by Rev Theory begins to play as Chamelion rolls under the bottom rope, his Grizzly Beer Championship over his shoulder. Backing up the ramp, Chamelion gives Mark Zout a somewhat sarcastic golf clap for his efforts.

Jethro Hayes vs. Jonathon Riker

PWA World Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is your Saturday Night Rampage Main Event and it is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Heavyweight Championship.

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

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 bee seen. The shadow stepped out from the fog and into the dimmed flashing lights, to reveal to the crowd it was the sinister, Jonathan Riker. Riker walked from the entrance way with a hunched back, his head tilted to the side staring into the ring like a curious creature. After making his way down the ramp, Riker crawls into the ring, getting to his hand and feet and crawling to the far right corner. Their Jonathan sat on the bottom turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.

Jon McDaniel: Jonathon Riker with a great opportunity here in this match.

Brian Rentfro: He has a chance to walk out PWA World Heavyweight Champion; especially going up Jethro Hayes as champion.

Jon McDaniel: Riker is a great competitor.

Brian Rentfro: Jonathon has uncrowned Jethro before, can he do it again?

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

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

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


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

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

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... he is your Pioneer Wrestling Association Heavyweight Champion... Jethro Hayes!"

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

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

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

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.


~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

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

~Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

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

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

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

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

DING DING

Hayes and Riker stand in the middle of the ring going for a collar and elbow tie up, but Jonathon leaps with a jumping clothesline that sends Jethro backwards from the impact. Jonathon is on the World champion quickly delivering a boot to Jethro's midsection and sending him down to the mat with an even flow DDT. Riker has Jethro back up to his feet quickly, but Jethro with a punch to Jonathon's midsection halts the challenger's offensive maneuvers. Jethro quickly grabs Riker as if for an elevated bear hug, but slams him back down across his extended knee with an inverted atomic drop. Jonathon clutches at his thighs, which took most of the punishment. Jethro lifts Jonathon up and slams him down once again, but this time with a backbreaker. Jethro pulls Riker up to a vertical base, Irish whipping the challenger into the ropes. Riker rebounds right into a swinging neckbreaker from Jethro and Riker is down on the mat. Jethro goes for a cover, but Riker quickly rolls a shoulder up letting Hayes know that he is still in this match. Riker with a right hand gives him the opportunity to get up to a vertical base and he Irish whips Jethro into the ropes. As Jethro bounces back off the ropes, Jonathon positions himself to accept Jethro in a Samoan Drop position. Riker manages to lift Jethro up in this position and hold him for a second before slamming him down to the mat with the drop portion of the Samoan Drop wrestling maneuver. Jethro grunts as he lands on the canvas, as Jonathon holds at his lower back, that move seems to have cost him as well.

Brian Rentfro: Dumb move there by Riker, he hurt himself as much as he hurt Jethro.

Jon McDaniel: You do what you have to do to gain an advantage. Neither man is holding anything back.

Jethro rolls to his hands and knees, aiming for a vertical position as Riker runs over delivering an European uppercut to Jethro, who had just stood up vertically. Riker grabs Jethro's wrist, spinning him around, and slams him down to the canvas with a neckbreaker of his own. Jonathon places the boots to Jethro, causing him to roll under the bottom rope to the ring apron. Riker hits the ropes coming back with a baseball slide that sends Jethro on down to the floor. Riker climbs to the top turnbuckle and awaits Jethro to get back up to his feet. As Hayes climbs up to his feet, by using the ring apron, Riker dives with a body splash, but Jethro manages to catch him in mid-air slamming him down to the thin mat outside with a powerslam. The referee's count reaches two as Jethro rolls Riker back inside the ring, to prevent a count out. Jethro is already breathing hard, but the big man is smiling throughout the entire ordeal.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro making sure to keep the match inside the ring.

Brian Rentfro: I have to say I'm surprised Jethro could even find the arena tonight.

Jonathon gets up to his feet and turns around to be nailed by a massive spear that Jethro calls "The Plow". Jonathon flies back about three feet and Jethro quickly hooks a leg and makes a cover from the big time spear.

One... Two... -- Jonathon kicks out right after the count of two, letting the referee and everyone else know that the match must continue. Jethro seems to be content with this as he releases the leg pulling Riker up to his feet. Irish whip and Riker is sent into the ropes, as he rebounds, Jethro catches him with a big boot, sending him back down to the canvas holding at his face. Jethro looks out to the crowd and pulls Jonathon up to a vertical base wrapping Jonathon in a rear waistlock. Knowing that he cannot out power Jethro, Jonathon grabs Hayes' head, bringing it down on top of his own head, the rear waistlock is broken quickly as Jethro holds at his chin. Jonathon hits the ropes delivering an inverted bulldog causing Jethro's skull to bounce off of the canvas and the ring to shake.

Jon McDaniel: Both of these men giving it their all.

Brian Rentfro: The biggest prize in the business is on the line, what do you expect?

Jonathon whips Jethro into the corner and quickly scales the turnbuckle after the big man. Riker looks out to the crowd and makes a slicing gesture across his throat before leaping with The Kataklysm. Jonathon makes a cover, hooking the leg for added leverage--NO!

One... Two... Thr

The crowd yells out "Twoooooooo!", as if we didn't realize it was only a two count. Jonathon shoves Jethro back into the corner backing up himself for a charge. Riker begins the charge, but at the last second Jethro falls to the mat and Riker slams chest first into the corner padding. Jethro goes to the opposite corner and measures Jonathon, who is slumped in the corner, winded. Jethro charges with a big time splash that nearly flattens Riker in the corner from the force of the splash and the weight Jethro carries with his momentum. Jethro places Riker up on the top turnbuckle climbing up after him. Hooking his head under his arm, Jethro prepares for a top rope vertical superplex. Jethro lifts and releases Riker at the midpoint of the fall backwards and Riker is sent sliding across the ring as the ring shakes violently from the impact of his body slamming into it. Jethro is up, wiping at his face, and turns to face the place where Riker is laying barely moving. Riker gets up to a shaky vertical base and turns to find Jethro charging at him intending on nailing the Plow. Jonathon hooks the head of Jethro spinning and planting him with a tornado DDT into the canvas. Riker wastes no time in turning Jethro over for a cover and a pin fall.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Jethro manages to get a foot into the ropes and stop the count.

Jon McDaniel: Close fall there.

Brian Rentfro: I think that if Jethro hadn't been close to the ropes, the result may have been different.

The referee indicates that it was a two count and Jonathon is resigned to continue the match as the crowd lets us all know that the count was two. Jonathon stomps away at the left shoulder of Jethro, planting his boot as hard as humanly possible into the big man's shoulder. He pulls Jethro up but Jethro delivers a punch to his midsection releasing all of Jonathon's air in a rush. Jethro lifts Riker up into a gorilla press slam position, managing to hold him for a few seconds, Riker hasn't worked over the shoulder enough just yet. Riker wiggles and Hayes struggles to hold onto the wiggling man. Jonathon manages to hit Jethro under his arm and Jethro falters in his grip, as Jonathon falls, he hooks Jethro sending him down with another tornado DDT. Riker makes another cover from the devastating DDT and the referee is there with the count.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Jethro manages to roll his shoulder up just in time and this match goes on. Jonathon hooks Jethro into an arm bar, making sure to pay as much attention to the left shoulder of Jethro as he can with this arm bar. Jethro grunts out in obvious pain and torment, but manages to get to the ropes and force the hold to be broken. Jonathon backs from the ropes and Jethro without a problem and Jethro climbs up to his feet, nodding at Jonathon's keeping the match as clean as he has done. These two go for another lockup, Jonathon with the advantage hooks Jethro into a wristlock, into a hammerlock, then a half-nelson. Jethro quickly powers out of this hold, but it is noticed that he holds at his left shoulder a bit before turning to face Riker. Jonathon nails Jethro with a high knee lift before whipping Jethro into the ropes and as soon as Jethro hits the ropes, Jonathon rebound from the ropes slapping on another arm bar, this time from a running position. Jethro and Jonathon are in the middle for the ring, equal distance from the ropes on all sides. Jethro grunts because his shoulder is now killing him as Riker has targeted that particular body part in anticipation of making Jethro submit with his submission finisher. Jethro crawls for the ropes in front of him and for his part, Riker does all he can do to prevent Hayes from making the ropes. Jethro is an inch away from the ropes when Jonathon cinches back on the hold making Jethro have to reach three inches to just touch the ropes. Jethro's head falls, as if in defeat and Jonathon is not fooled in the least. Jethro gets his feet under him and shoves forward.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro struggling to the ropes after that painful arm bar.

Brian Rentfro: That shoulder and arm cannot be at one hundred percent anymore.

Jonathon releases the arm bar, stomps on the shoulder of Jethro for good measure and backs away from the current PWA World champion. Jethro holds at his left shoulder as he pulls himself up to a vertical position, he winces from the sharp pangs of pain as he looks at Riker. Jonathon is there quickly, not letting Jethro rest at all, he whips Jethro into the ropes and charges after him. As Jethro rebounds, Jonathon slips throwing out his foot for the Malicious strike, Jethro ducks the blow slamming him down to the mat with a modified sit out powerbomb. Jethro makes a cover as he sits there and the referee counts.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Jonathon manages to barely roll a shoulder up to prevent a Jethro Hayes win.

Jon McDaniel: Another close fall in this match.

Brian Rentfro: It may have been the closest of the match.

Jethro gets back up to his feet, red faced and sweaty as Riker does the same, looking much the same as well. Riker turns, but Jethro is quickly there with a scooping body slam onto the canvas. Hayes picks Riker up, boots him in the gut and slams him down to the canvas face first with a single arm DDT. Jethro doesn't make the cover as he lays there catching his breath for a second, but as the referee starts the mandatory ten count, Jethro gets up to his feet and pulls Riker along with him. Riker isn't up for very long as Jethro hooks him up for an Alabama Slam, of which he calls his version the Georgia Slam, go figure. Riker is down on the canvas and Jethro seems to barely be standing as he holds at his shoulder that Jonathon has worked on for most of the match here. Jethro bends down to pull Riker up again, but Riker delivers the Mark of the Dark Spot turning the tide in his favor. Jethro holds at his throat and is obviously gasping for each little trickle of air that he is receiving at the moment. Jonathon with an European uppercut sends the PWA World Champ stumbling backwards, but not falling down. Jonathon runs for a bulldog, but turns it into an arm grapevine and Jethro hits the mat hard in pain as his shoulder is tormented once more. Jethro, luckily, is close to the ropes and after a small arduous journey is able to clutch at the bottom rope with his free and uninjured arm; the hold is broken after only a two count. Jonathon backs up once more from Jethro, who is shaking his and pulling himself up to his feet. Jethro stands there and Riker is there quickly with a running knee lift into Jethro's midsection; Riker goes for a DDT. Jethro shoves him off from the DDT attempt and Riker is sent flying backwards. Jethro falls down to one knee and he is still struggling to breathe from that Mark of the Dark Spot throat punch from Riker earlier.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro still feeling the effects of the throat punch earlier.

Brian Rentfro: That is what the ladies say when..

Jon McDaniel: And now back to the action in the ring.

Jethro stands back up as Riker catches himself from falling ; Jethro charges with the Plow! Jonathon somehow uses Jethro's own momentum to nail a bridging snap suplex and the referee makes the count.

One... Two...--Jonathon is unable to hold the bridge as Jethro struggles with all of his might and the count is stopped. Jonathon is up quickly delivering a big stomp to Jethro's head before he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Jethro is prone on his back as Jonathon leaps fro the top rope with a leg drop; Jethro sits up and Jonathon connects with the canvas hard, he holds at the hip of his leg in agony. Riker bounces to his feet in anticipation of Jethro getting a big advantage in this match but Jethro is just getting to his feet as well. Riker rushes over with a punch to the back of Jethro's skull following it up with a forearm shot that sends Jethro into the ropes. Jonathon whips Jethro, but Hayes reverses the whip and Jonathon is sent running across the ring to the opposite ropes.

Jon McDaniel: A near fall there as Jonathon was unable to hold the bridge.

Brian Rentfro: Because Jethro is so dang big.

Jethro charges at the rebounding Riker. Jonathon delivers a Malicious Strike kick, but Jethro ducks under the foot delivering a massive clothesline to Jonathon that sends him sprawling on his back looking up at the lights and possibly seeing stars. Jethro climbs the turnbuckle, looking for a big move of his own; he measures Jonathon Riker and dives with an elbow drop. The elbow connects with Riker's chest and Jethro makes the cover as he hooks the leg.

One... Two... Three. No wait! Jonathon was able to get the shoulder up just in time, but the referee accidentally hit the canvas for a count of three, but there was only a too count.

Jon McDaniel: That was close!

Brian Rentfro: But Riker able to kick out just in time, it is the ref's fault he couldn't stop his count.

Jethro looks up in confusion as the fans are confused as well, but the referee holds up two fingers indicating that the match will continue on. Jethro nods in understanding and hoists Jonathon up on his shoulder in a fireman's carry that he turns into a slam; he calls it the Calf Toss. Riker slides under the bottom rope from the fireman's carry toss slam and looks back into the ring weary but determined. Jethro walks over to his opponent as Riker struggles up to his knees on the ring apron. As Jethro makes it there, Riker explodes with a shoulder block into Jethro's midsection doubling him over as he tries to catch his breath once again. Riker is up to his feet, flipping over Jethro with a sunset flip in the middle of the ring.

One... Two... Thre--NO! Jethro manages to roll up a shoulder to prevent the count of three. The referee was on top of this action and is determined to not make the same mistake twice in one match at least. Jonathon gets up, frustrated, but knowing that Jethro wasn't going to be easy to defeat now that he had the confidence that a true champion deserves. Riker pulls Jethro up to a vertical position and Jethro is stunned, his head having made contact with the canvas hard from the sunset flip just moments earlier. Jonathon gets behind Jethro in a rear waistlock, lifting the big man up with a German suplex, he slams Jethro down on his left shoulder, making sure to let Jethro's full weight slam down on his injured shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: The power of Jonathon Riker is amazing.

Jon McDaniel: He struggled a bit to get Jethro up, but he was able to slam him down on his injured shoulder upon impact.

As Jethro rolls over to his hands and knees, Jonathon is there synching in a camel clutch sleeper hold near the middle of the ring. The closest set of ropes is behind Jethro, and the most direct ropes are in front of Jethro; on the opposite side of the ring. Riker is red faced from holding the hold in on Jethro, he grunts from the pressure he is exerting on the current PWA World Champion; Jonathon is showing why he was able to earn this title shot by defending the Television title successfully three times. Jethro is fading from the lack of oxygen to his brain and still suffering the effects of the throat punch of earlier. Jethro's head falls forward and the referee is there to lift the big arm of Jethro up once and... it falls to the canvas. Jonathon is nodding, but not releasing the hold at all. The crowd is trying to get behind Jethro, but there seems to be an equal number of Jonathon Riker fans as well, the result is a big noise in the arena. The referee holds the arm for a second time and it falls for the second time.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro may be out cold.

Brian Rentfro: Never count on something so promising.

Jethro shakes his head, before the third arm lift, and Jonathon tries to cut off even more oxygen. Jethro's face is red, but he powers up to one knee, his head shaking from the effort of trying to get up and break the hold. Jonathon holds onto the hold, but Jethro slams backwards, causing Jonathon to hit back first in the corner hard. As Jethro slumps forward, Jonathon falls forward as well, Jethro manages to hook his head in a three quarter facelock and slamming him to the mat in a stunner. Jethro lays there, Jonathon lays there, the crowd chants for their favorite, and the referee begins the count. Jethro begins his crawl to the nearest ropes, to pull himself up. Riker is nearer to a set of ropes and he pulls himself up slowly watching Jethro's progress across the ring. Jethro reaches the ropes and looks out to the crowd, sweat pouring down his face. He grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself up to the second rope. Riker falls against the ropes taking a brief respite from the action. Jethro clutches at the top rope and stands, vertically, it is shaky, but he is up and the crowd explodes as both men are on their feet once more.

Jon McDaniel: Could this be a match of the quarter nominee?

Brian Rentfro: With Jethro in it... I doubt it.

Jethro turns to find Jonathon standing as well, they both nod at each other before giving it one more go; perhaps the last in their proverbial gas tanks. Double clothesline and both men go down, and both are noticeably running on fumes as they gasp for air. Both are down, but both are determined to give the fans all they got left and make sure they leave with their money's worth. Jethro, surprisingly, rolls over to his hands and knees in the blink of an eye and Jonathon does the same; they are mere feet apart from each other in the ring.

Jonathon and Jethro lockup in the middle of the ring; Jethro with a wristlock sends Riker into the ropes. Jethro bounces off the opposite ropes nailing Jonathon with a spear that nearly flips the former Television champion over in mid-air. Jethro hurriedly pulls Jonathon up to his feet and boots him in the midsection before yelling out "Suuuuueeeeeyyyyyyyy!" He lifts Jonathon up and slams him down to the canvas with The Planter. Jethro falls on Riker, hooking the leg in a cover.

One... Two... Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Brian Rentfro: Dang!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro with his first successful defense of the PWA World Heavyweight title!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and STIIIIILLLLL PWA World Heavyweight Champion... Jethro Hayes!

The referee hands Jethro the belt as "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" blares through the speakers. Jonathon rolls under the bottom rope and makes his way up the entrance ramp. The crowd gives both men a standing ovation for their match of Saturday Night Rampage.