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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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05-17-2009


Backstage Before High Stakes


The scene changes and we find ourselves outside. Its a beautiful sunny Oklahoma day. The camera comes up to a small but nice looking house. In the drive way sits a black lowered chromed up 1996 Chevy S-10 and red lowered chromed out 2005 Chevy Colorado. Just then a man walks out of the house, as he continues down the lawn he hollers at the camera crew.

:: Homicide ::
HEY BOYS!!

Its " Homicide " Billy Shaw. He comes walk up in a black Hurley Shirt with American Eagle jeans with Doc Martian boots. He takes off his oakleys and puts it atop his head. He stands there with a smirk.

:: Homicide ::
Hey guys over at PWA! Let me introduce myself, my name is Billy Shaw and I am bringing a new way of aerials. I am bringing a new era of excitment! And I am bringing in a new of wave of extreme!!! I am 25 years old and I have been in this buisness since I was 18. The last 7 years I have been overseas making a name for myself. I now want to make a name for myself here in the states.

He walks over to the back of the Colorado and takes down the tailgate and sits down. He then looks back over at the crew.

:: Homicide ::
I felt like this was the best place to come make my name of myself. I dont do this for titles, I dont do this for the fame or the money. I wrestle for the trill of it and I wrestle to entertain the crowds that pay there way in. Overseas I wrestled in a lot of hardcore and death matches. I won my fair share of titles and tournys and I got my fair share of scars, memories, and experiances from those. And I won my fair share of lower level titles. But the real thrill was when I did the aerials at a small height or at a higher elevated area. I got my thrills from the aerial and got my high from the fans chants and approvals.

Homicide walks over to the driver side and pulls out some luggage and bags. He tosses it in the bed of his truck and turns back to the crew.

:: Homicide ::
Im a thrill seeker, Im a daredevil, Im a death defying madman. Im here to make a name for myself one way or another. Get ready boys, because its about to get XTREME!!!

Homi jumps into the truck, starts it up and reverses it into the street. He then hauls ass down the street as the scene switches to find Homicide backstage at High Stakes in front of the PWA Logo, and standing with him is Chamelion.

Chamelion: So, you think you’re going to bring a new wave of excitement to the PWA, huh?

Homicide grins.

Homicide: Darn right I am.

Chamelion: Fine, then let’s see what you got. I think the fans need to get hyped up for High Stakes, so let’s give them a little something extra. Right now, in that very ring, you’re going to make your debut, against Jacob Collins. Got it!?

Homicide nods, looking excited and leaves the screen. Chamelion just grins and turns and walks the other way as we cut to the ringside area.

Jon McDaniel: Welcome everyone, to HIGH STAKES!

Brian Rentfro: One of our most unpredictable PPVs, with so much on the line, and we don’t even know what kind of matches we’re going to see.

Jon McDaniel: In preparation, there’s a steel cage hanging over the ring, ladders lined up against the stage, poles to hold flags and so much more… but as we just found out, before High Stakes officially gets under way, our newest acquisition, one Homicide, will compete in the opening match of the night, so let’s get right to it!

Homicide vs Jacob Collins


DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to High Stakes! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is our opening contest of the evening. Introducing first, from Stillwater Oklahoma and weighing in at 185lbs, he is ‘Homicide’ Billy Shaw!

Yea, Papoose, I wanna give a big shot out to the the rifts
Keep producing that fire, Lets go!!

:: Pyros of Sparks blow up on the stage ::

Homicide comes running out. He runs to one side of the stage and salutes the fans, he runs to the other side and points to the crowd.

" Cause when it all begins, my eyes on the prize so its on again, I refuse to lose I aint gon pretend,
I thought I told you I was born to win, Everybody loves a winner, victory I choose
Aint no turning back cuz I pay my dues, I tightin up my laces when I tie my shoes
Born to win, I refuse to lose...Everybody loves a winner "

Homicide bobs he head for a second while singing along with the song. He then sprints down towards the ring and slides in. He then jumps up on all four corners to point to the fans.

Everybody loves a winner, Cause when it all begins, my eyes on the prize so its on again, I refuse to lose I aint gon pretend,
I thought I told you I was born to win, Everybody loves a winner, victory I choose
Aint no turning back cuz I pay my dues, I tightin up my laces when I tie my shoes
Born to win, I refuse to lose...Everybody loves a winner

On the fourth turnbuckle he does a moonsault to the mat sticking his landing.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, Jacob Collins!

Collins, looking a bit uncertain, walks down to the ring.

As soon as the bell rings they lock up. Collins knees Homicide in the stomach, lifts him up and head butts him. The ref immediately gets in his face and starts yelling at him, but Collins pushes him back. Homicide, meanwhile, staggers back bleeding above his eyebrow.

Jon McDaniel: Collins makes a vicious start!

Brian Rentfro: He knows he has to keep the momentum in his favor, as this new Homicide is an odd one to deal with!

Collins tries to grab him but Homicide rams a right hand into his stomach. Homicide starts tenderizing his stomach with punches. Homicide grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Collins comes back and tries to shoulder block him, but Homicide drops and drop-toe holds him. Homicide sits on Collins's back and grabs him a camel clutch.

Jon McDaniel: Effective submission move applied!

Brian Rentfro: I see this guy as quite a wrestling arsenal!

Collins is waving his arms trying to the ropes. He seems to pass out after almost a minute. The ref checks his arm. One. Homicide looses the hold a bit. He checks again. Two. Homicide raises his hands in assumed victory but Collins jumps up and falls backs, crushing Homicide.

Jon McDaniel: A rookie error by Homicide! Never give up the hold until it’s over!

Brian Rentfro: A lucky break for Collins, as he was fading fast!

Collins stays on him and goes for the pin.

1...
2...
Homicide a gets shoulder up.

Jon McDaniel: He saw the chance and took it, but it didn’t pay off there.

Brian Rentfro: Collins is a smart in ring competitor, but against Homicide it could be too little.

Collins lifts him up and blasts him with a right hand to the jaw, staggering him back. Collins hits him with another one, dropping him to the mat. Collins goes to pick Homicide up but Homicide hooks the back of his knee, dropping him to the mat. Homicide runs into the ropes and baseball slides into his groin. Homicide stands up and starts stomping on Collins, who is writhing in pain.

Jon McDaniel: OW! Homicide’s taking risks with those low blows to knock Jacob down.

Brian Rentfro: The ref is being lenient tonight, considering this is a Pay-Per-View.

Homicide climbs up top and hits an elbow drop on Collins. Homicide picks him up and sets him up for a powerbomb. He can only pull Collins half-way up, and then tosses him forward. Homicide makes the cover and hooks the leg.

1...
2...
kick.

Jon McDaniel: Not enough yet.

Brian Rentfro: Even though Homicide’s a bit tougher, he couldn’t get Collins up and countered with a hard throw to the canvas!

Homicide picks Collins up but Collins jumps up and throws his arms back. Collins starts throwing right hands into his face. After 2 or 3 punches Homicide blocks one and throws a punch back at him. Collins punches him back and Homicide counters with the same again. After a few more rounds, Homicide goes for a punch and Collins blocks, and punches him low in his abs. Homicide buckles and Collins wraps him up, and connectd with a stunner!

1
2
Thr/Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Close!! How the heck did he get out of that move!?

Brian Rentfro: Homicide wants to make a good first impression!!?

Collins jumps up and picks Homicide up to go for another Stunner! However, Homicide flings his leg back between Collins’s legs, effectively crushing him in the groin! Turning, Homicide scales the corner and connects with the Homicidal!!

1
2
3!

Brian Rentfro: And we have a winner!

Jon McDaniel: Homicide with a solid debut! Now, the question is, will he carry this through and rise to the top!?!!
Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Homicide!!!

Marxx vs Matt Stone

PWA Television Championship


Eric Emerson : The following contest is a…

And he pointed the ADCtron as a drum roll started. The results were then shown. The title then slowly went down from the roof, now hanging 12 feet above the ring.

Eric Emerson: A LADDER match! And it is for the PWA Television championship. Introducing the challenger, from Ottawa, 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 in front of 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.

Eric Emerson: And introducing the champion, from new Brunswick, Canada, weighting in at 233 pounds: Marxx!

Green 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 side. White and green 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, and 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, and 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.

Matt, who went outside the ring as Marxx came in looked at him, then rolled back inside as the referee called for the bell. Marxx approached from the middle, and so did Matt. They both stared at each other for a moment before Matt stepped back, then pointed up before motioning his waist. This was just enough to frustrate Marxx, who went for a kick to the gut, followed by some forearms to the back of the head as they stepped by the ropes. From there, Marxx grabbed Matt’s arm and sent him to the opposite ropes before extending his arm for a hard clothesline, which Matt fell victim of.

Marxx then put Matt on his feet and hit a Body Slam. He waited for Matt to get to his feet before bouncing on the ropes and coming back, but Matt went back on the floor, forcing Marxx to jump over and bounce again. After, Matt went back to his feet and jumped over Marxx as he was coming back. At the 3rd bounce, Matt finally attacked, putting Marxx on the mat with a Drop Toe Hold, quickly followed by a jumping knee drop to the leg. Marxx rolled to the side before starting to get back on his feet. Matt was waiting for that as he charged, but Marxx decided to counter with an Arm drag, and another one.

Marxx then gets Matt in an Arm lock, but Matt gets to his feet shortly after, reversing with punches to the midsection and with a sweep by kicking the back of the leg. Then, Matt continued with a stomp on the knee before pulling Marxx back to his feet and sending him to the ropes. However, Marxx got a hold on the ropes and didn’t come back, so Matt ran at him, ready to send him down with a clothesline, but Marxx sent him over the top rope with a Back Body Drop. AS he thought he was over, Marxx turned back at the ropes, only to see Matt on his feet, on the apron. From there, he went for a punch, but Matt blocked it before lifting Marxx and falling down to the floor with him, thanks to his Suplex.

Now that both were outside, Marxx went back to his feet as Marxx was rolling to the guardrail. Matt took a ladder and put it against the ring, then rolled back outside. As he was dragging the ladder in the ring through the second and top rope, Marxx went on the apron, and then top rope. When the ladder was high enough above the concrete floor, Marxx jumped on it, creating a see-saw effect ending under Matt’s jaw. Matt fell in the middle of the ring, rolling from a side to another.

Marxx then pulled the ladder back outside and went inside the ring. Not like anyone would be able to successfully climb right now, anyway. He came closer from Matt, and then put him back on his feet. He sent him to the ropes. Once he came back, he went for a Back Body Drop. Unfortunately for Marxx, Matt kept a grip on his head and made Marxx turn from 360 degrees before nailing a Tornado DDT. Marxx was on the floor, dizzy after his head hit the canvas hard. Matt then went back to his feet, looking to work a little more on Marxx.

He put the champion back on his feet, looking to lift him in a knee breaker. Definitely, he was trying to make a weak spot in Marxx’s leg. After the hit, he dragged Marxx to the corner, where he put his foot on the middle turnbuckle. Matt then climbed on the middle rope, falling in a sitting position on the leg. Marxx rolled to the side, holding his knee.

Matt pulled Marxx back to the middle (even if he didn’t really had to) and continued the work on the knee, locking in a simple submission, rolling Marxx’s leg around his and pulling the leg, making a hard pressure on the knee. Marxx was in the middle of the ring, fighting to endure the pain and figure out a way to end this. And this is when he started using his good leg to send some knee shots to Matt, hoping it would force him to release the hold, and it worked. However, Matt kept a hold on the foot, but Marxx pushed him away with his free leg. Marxx then went back to his feet, ready to lift Matt Stone in the Leaving Marxx. Unfortunately for him, his knee hurt a lot, and Matt took the opportunity to make him step back to the rope, where he sent Marxx outside with a reversed Hurricarrana.

Now both were outside once again, Marxx looking the worse right now. Stone knew that to win the match, he’d need a ladder in the ring, so that was his main priority. He picked up the ladder and slid it under the bottom rope, looking back to see Marxx just now starting to get up. Stone kept the ladder near the bottom however and approached Marxx, looking to throw him into the top of the ladder head first, but Marxx wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet and reversed the whip, sending Stone face first into the ladder! Matt backed up dazed and Marxx grabbed him from behind and went for a Russian Leg Sweep, Matt falling backwards and hitting the back of his head on the announce table.

Marxx would then head towards the ring, seeing Stone on the ground holding the back of his head. Sliding in, he would pull the ladder towards the middle of the ring and start to set it up, cautiously looking over where Matt was, who was just now starting to get to his feet. After setting the ladder up, Marxx walked over to the ropes to check on Stone, but he was caught and tripped up by Matt, falling backwards and crashing to the mat. Stone pulled him out a bit and elevated his right leg, lifting it up and bringing it down harshly against the edge of the apron. Marxx cried out in pain and Matt got on the apron, grabbing the top ropes with his hands. Stone would slingshot himself over the ropes and come crashing down across Marxx’ chest with his leg.
Stone looked over at the set up ladder and smirked, shaking his index finger in the air, signaling it wasn’t time to send the match. Matt would close it and hold it, walking over to the far corner and wedged the ladder above the middle turnbuckle. Matt turned back to Marxx and saw him struggling to get to his feet, using the ropes. Matt walked over and grabbed him around the back of his head, but got a sharp elbow into the side for his efforts. Marxx hit him a second time, forcing Stone to back up some more. Marxx would start to get aggressive and use his left leg to kick Matt’s abdomen, doubling him over. Marxx would then grab Matt around the waist and left him up, walking gingerly over to the ladder, his leg still hurting him. Because Marxx was slow getting over, Matt had time to start fighting out of it, getting his feet down to stop Marxx’ move.

Marxx and Stone were standing now near the set up ladder, each throwing fists. With Marxx’ weight advantage, Stone knew he would lose this fight so he went for a kick to the side of Marxx’ right leg, hitting true and causing him to stumble. Stone then tried to get Marxx set up for a suplex, looking to lift him high into the air and bring him down across the ladder. Marxx could sense the danger coming, and blocked the move. Going for a standing switch. The two swapped places and now it was Marxx going for the suplex. Matt blocked it as well, leaving the two at a standoff. Matt shot Marxx in the ribs with a hard shot, and then took a step back from him. Matt dashed towards Marxx for a clothesline, but he would miss cause Marxx ducked down and elevated him into the air, Matt crashing down across the ladder with Marxx’ modified flapjack.

Stone fell to the mat and Marxx grabbed the ladder out of the corner, having a bit of difficulties getting it out. When he finally did, he lifted it in the air and brought it down across Matt’s sternum, causing him to cough out for air. He would then set up the ladder in the middle of the ring, looking to get it right underneath his title so he’d have a clear path to get it. Marxx started to get to his feet, but saw Matt getting up, so he’d get off to put more punishment on Stone. Marxx grabbed Stone’s head and lifted him full to his feet and picked him up, dropping him foreword with a power slam. With both men now prone, Marxx would stir and start to get to his feet.

Marxx then climbed on the ladder with his bad leg, expecting to jump on Matt Stone. But then, Matt kipped up on his feet and climbed on the ladder, reaching the top faster than Marxx. He grabbed his head, just to fall down in some sort of Guillotine on the ladder. Against all odds, Marxx didn’t fell and was still on the ladder. So, out of rage, Matt grabbed a ladder, only to set it behind Marxx and climbed on top of it. Then, he waited for Marxx to turn

Then, Matt went back on his feet as Marxx was still struggling to get to his knees and hands. He slowly walked by the ring, going to the side of it, where he grabbed a ladder and slid inside with it. He set it and started to climb to the TV championship hanging above the ring.

Matt was halfway on the ladder, but then Marxx was back inside the ring, climbing on the opposite side. As they both reached the top of the ladder, they exchanged some fists, but this wasn’t enough until Matt knocked the lethal one on Marxx, who well off the ladder, but didn’t lose his grip on the cable. As he was swinging to a side, it dragged Matt as well, who tried to fight to stay on the ladder, but it failed, causing the ladder to fall on the floor. NOW, they were in a bad position!
Both had a grip on the cable the title was hanging on. They started swinging as they sent kicks to each other. But then, since Matt was pretty close, it gave Marxx the opportunity to go for a Headbutt and follow with two other kicks, which was enough to make Stone fall to the mat. From there, Marxx only had to take the belt to end the match

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match and still the PWA Television champion: Marxx!

Halfway to the floor as the cable was going lower, Marxx fell to the floor, exhausted. He got to a sitting position, putting the belt on his shoulder as the referee raised his hand.

Bubba vs Jonathon Riker

All or Nothing Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is a blind fold match with the winner getting the services of his opponent for thirty days...

The smashing guitar riffs of "Alcohol" hit the speakers and from the back walks The Ragin' Redneck Bubba. In his right hand he holds a bottle of liquor and he looks out at the crowd.

Eric Emerson: "From Durham North Carolina, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds... The Ragin' Redneck... Bubba!"

Bubba nods at the announcement of his name before walking slowly down to the entrance ramp. He gets some cheers, some boos, but all in all it is a mixed reaction. He walks up the ring steps and into the ring where he climbs the turnbuckle and chugs a gulp of the liquor in the bottle before putting the lid back on and setting it in his corner.

"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, Johnathan 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 Johnathan sat on the bottom turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.

A referee ties a blind fold around the eyes of Bubba and another referee ties the blind fold around the eyes of Johnathan Riker. The bell sounds.

DING DING

The two men stumble towards each other and Riker is the first to throw a punch that connects with Bubba's shoulder, Bubba grabs the arm delivering an elbow that catches Riker in the temple sending him towards the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Neither man can see here in this match.

Brian Rentfro: You figure that out all on your own?

Riker feels fr the ropes, but stumbles even more as Bubba runs into him sending him over the top rope to the outside. Bubba climbs through the ropes and listens for Riker, but the fans cheering is causing him to not be heard. Bubba jumps down to the floor and is nailed with a right hand that sends him stumbling over the ring steps and falling on his face. Riker walks over to where the steps are at and climbs up them, he turns himself to where he believes Bubba is lying and leaps with a leg drop catching Bubba with it perfectly on the back.

Jon McDaniel: How did he know where he was at?

Brian Rentfro: Easy, he is cheating, bet he has slits in the blind fold.

Bubba grunts from the force of the blow and Riker is up quickly grabbing at Bubba whipping him towards the sounds of the fans, he knows there is something to protect them. Bubba reverses the whip and Riker is sent into the railing, bubba charges with a clothesline sending Riker over the railing to the crowd. The outside referee quickly rushes over to get Riker back inside of the railing, but as he passes Bubba, the redneck thinking it is Riker spins him around and delivers the Trailer Park Trash to the referee. He cannot be punished because he has no idea it is a referee. The other referee comes out of the ring and tells Bubba that he is a referee and that he needs to get Riker back inside of the railing. Bubba charges at the sound of the referee leveling him with nothing, the referee sees it coming and ducks under the clothesline. Bubba's forehead smacks into the ringpost and he is knocked down to the floor. The referee gets Riker back on the right side of the railing and helps him into the ring. Riker thinking this is Bubba, nails him with a right hand and begins to punch away at the unsuspecting official. Riker mounts the official with a Lou Thesz press and pounds away at his weak flesh. Bubba hearing the fight quickly rushes over with a boot to the area of the face sends Riker toppling over on his side. Bubba walks over, but Riker is up quickly throwing a punch that catches Bubba in the nads with an unintentional low blow.

Brian Rentfro: See, he knew exactly where to throw that punch.

Jon McDaniel: It was a mistake, nothing more than that.

Bubba holds at his balls as Riker smashes an elbow where the gasping is heard coming from Bubba, his lip is split upon impact and a trickle of blood flows from the wound. Bubba swings out with a wild haymaker, but it only narrowly misses Riker. Riker punches again at the gasping sound nailing Bubba with a punch in his throat. Bubba gags from the punch and Riker mounts the redneck with a Lou Thesz press pounding away at his stubborn flesh. Riker with a right hand catches Bubba over and over as he throws the repeated punches. Bubba throws a punch into Riker's ribs and rolls him over to begin a Lou Thesz press of his own and now Bubba is on top throwing rights and lefts. These two men begin rolling around the ringside area fighting like blind people, but they are blind for this match at least. Bubba pulls a fork out of his boot and says something about making Riker blind permantly, but he only stabs Riker in the forehead before Johnathan slaps the fork out of Bubba's grasp.

Jon McDaniel: That is one sick guy there.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, he is to be admired.

Riker is bleeding from the forehead as Bubba crawls towards the ring, using his hands to find his way. He finds the apron and digs underneath to find a bag he strategically placed there before anyone arrived in the arena. opening up the bag, he removes a very long piece of string and a needle; along with a tinkling bell. His head pops up and he quickly puts the items back in the bag as Riker runs into him sending his head into the hard apron of the ring. Riker finds the slickness of Bubba's bald head planting right fists into the thick surface. Holding onto his head, Riker pivots on his heel sending his boot right into the front of Bubba's face and a gash is opened up on Bubba's forehead and blood begins to quickly soak into the blind fold. Riker is pleased with the thunk his boot made with Bubba's forehead and delivers another, but Bubba knowing what is coming throws the sewing needle into Riker's crotch and he screams out in pain and torment as a small trickle of blood flows from his trunks onto his hands. Bubba pulls out the thread and bell before slamming a fist into where he remembers Riker's midsection being. Riker doubles over with the impact and Bubba smiles, he knows what is fixing to happen now. Bubba brings Riker's chin down on his head and crawls over to where Riker falls. Bubba finds the forehead of Riker and sews a bell to Riker's skin as Johnathan screams out in pain from the sewing on of the needle.

Jon McDaniel: Saddistic!

Brian Rentfro: Brilliant!

Bubba yanks on the bell making sure it will tinkle and it does. Riker with a right hand to Bubba's face sends the redneck down on his side and he quickly follows the sound of Bubba's landing body; the bell tinkling with every movement. Riker pounds away at Bubba's head feeling the warm flow of blood from Bubba's forehead on his hands as he throws punch after punch. Meanwhile, the two referees have gotten back up and urge the two men to get back inside of the ring. Riker obliges by finding the ring's apron and yanking Bubba by the hand up to his feet. Riker rolls the redneck into the ring and follows in after him. The in ring referee quickly follows and awaits any pinfall attempt. Riker is once again pounding away at Bubba's bleeding forehead figuring he can win by knockout if Bubba loses enough blood. No technical moves in this match because the wrestlers can't see their opponent to do the move. Riker's bell tinkles with each punch still and Bubba is trying to hone in on the sound, but the relentless pounding of Riker's fists drive the thought right out of his head with the blood that flows out of his skin. Bubba feels Riker's legs with his own and plants a knee into his crotch getting him the advantage. Bubba rolls to the right as Riker rolls to the left. Bubba shakes his head and the blood flies to soak into the mat, Riker's forehead is pouring blood as well from the tailoring that Bubba has done, but Riker doesn't care, he just wants to hurt Bubba and hurt him he is going to do. Bubba gets up and charges at Riker, but Riker hears him coming and somehow he manages to hook Bubba's leg and slam him to the mat with a Somoan type drop; it would have been picture perfect could he have seen. Bubba lands on his head and holds at his neck in torment and pain, but all the screaming does is send out a beacon to Riker. Johnathan listens, cocking his head, honing in on the brief scream. Bubba realized what he was doing and immmediately stopped the sound he was making. Riker with a stomp on Bubba's head, but the scream didn't stop soon enough cause Riker found him again. Riker stomps away at Bubba's face doing his best to flatten the bald skull into a pancake. Bubba grabs the ankle of Johnathan, but Riker stomps on the wrist as well and the hold on his ankle is broken quickly. Riker drops a knee that finds its mark on Bubba's forehead, the rip in his flesh opens wider and it is actually a flap of skin now.

Jon McDaniel: I wasn't expecting such a bloody match here.

Brian Rentfro: For some reason, Johnathan Riker just ticks Bubba off.

Riker reaches out with his hand and grabs the tear of skin. Bubba, out of desperation, throws a fist into the air catching Johnathan in the chin and knocking him backwards away from him. Blood pours down into his face, but it doesn't really matter because he is blind folded anyways. Bubba hears the tinkling of Johnathan Riker and hones in on it as Riker is trying to remove the bell. Bubba smiles as he has found his target. He spins Riker around and nails him with the Trailer Park Trash. He makes the cover.

One... Two... Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Bubbbbbba!

Jon McDaniel: Bubba may have won, but he paid the price.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah yeah, he managed to beat a man who was obviously cheating.

Chamelion vs The Kumquat Kid vs Emperor Ian

PWA Grizzly Beer Championship


Before the match, it’s announced that Emperor Ian won the voting and his choice is a Flag Burning Match! The Kumquat Kid comes out first, carrying a Kumquat Flag, Bring green with an orange Kumquat in the center. It’s placed on one of the four poles attached to the ring posts. The forth pole currently holds a can of gas and a lighter.

Next, Emperor Ian is introduced, and with Yoshi Tang, he walks out with an American Flag, which is hoisted onto pole number two.
And then ‘Voices’ By Rev Theory hits, and Chamelion comes to the ring, his flag wrapped up in a black canvas bag. He steps into the ring, smirking at Ian and KK. The other two look at Chamelion, wondering what the joke is, when Chamelion unveils his flag; an American Flag!

Ian protests, but Chamelion reminds him that he’s an American too, not a Kumquat and like it or not, he believes in the USA! So, two American flags, one Kumquat Flag, and Ian is super irate. Ryan, on the other hand, realizes the predictimate he’s in, and seems at a loss about how he’s going to win, as he isn’t fond of burning US Flags either.

The bell rings while Chamelion skips to the outside for a moment.

Ian starts the match off by confronting Ryan, as he walks over to his new rival and starts to jaw-jack with him a bit. Chamelion decides he's feeling just a bit ignored, rushing up to Ian and making an attempt at a quick Sweet Sound of Sucess, but Ian instinctively ducks and sends Chamelion flying out of the ring. Ian turns around at Ryan, only to get a face full of elbow for his his trouble. Spinning from the strike, Ian roars back with an elbow of his own that sends The Kumquat Kid back into his corner. Ian lets loose onto the fruity one with a few more stiff elbows to the face, but the Kumquat Kid is quick to cover his face. Seeing The Kumquat Kid looking a little groggy, Ian stands back to get a little running room, but is reminded of a third person in this match as Chamelion returns to the match, spinning him around and hammering on him with a series of wild punches. Ian takes the blows well, but doesn't take the knee clip that Lewis hits him with well at all. Buckling down to one knee, the back of Ian's head is left completely open for the wicked roundhouse kick that Chamelion delivers, sending him right to the mat. Chamelion comes charging in at Ryan, but the former W4F Champion is having none of that as he drops down into a quick toe-hold that sends Chamelion face first into the mat, only to add to that by rolling over and locking him into a quick chinlock.

Unfortunately for Ryan, the hold doesn't last very long as Ian gets to his feet and boots him right in the side of the head to break it. Both Chamelion and the Kumquat Kid rise to their feet and look over at Ian, who settles into the center of the ring, hands telling the two to come and get it. Ryan is more than happy to oblige as he bum-ruhes Ian, but that only gets him a powerslam for his troubles. Hanging back, Chamelion waits until the utmost moment and then leaps into action, going for anothim chop-block on Ian's right knee as he turns around. However, Ian swiftly scoops up Chamelion for anothim powerslam and slams him right into Ryan. Ian looks up at the pole with the gas and lighter, and thinks for a moment, before sliding out of the ring and looking under the ring apron for a weapon. Pulling a chair out from underneath, he tosses it into the ring and on top of Chamelion, who rolled off of Ryan pretty quickly. Ian takes another look underneath the apron, pulling out a lead pipe, but drops it as Chamelion slides to the outside and grabs his challenger's hair before slamming Ian's face right into the ring apron. Ian catches Chamelion in the gut with an elbow before he can slam him again, and then quickly turns the table, smashing Chamelion's face into the floor with a well-placed DDT.

Picking up the 6 time Grizzly Beer Champion, Ian grabs Chamelion's arm and slings him right into the ring steps, with Chamelion's left shoulder hitting first. Ian picks up his disgarded pipe and looks to do a bit more damage to the champion when his focus is diverted by the Kumquat Kid, who flies over the ropes with a beautiful springboard crossbody. Rolling off of the other challenger, Ryan takes the opprotunity reach back in the ring and grab the steel chair that Ian had thrown in. Ian turns around to face The Kumquat Kid and gets a face full of steel as he just hammers him with the chair. Ian crumples to the mats on the outside and The Kumquat Kid turns around, only to get leveled himself with THE SWEET SOUND OF SUCESS FROM CHAMELION! Picking up the fun loving challenger by his hair, Chamelion hammers him in the gut with his shoulder and then rams him right into the ringpost on the outside. Ryan grunts from the impact, but has little time to try and reverse his fortunes as Chamelion whacks him in the face with an elbow, knocking him out on the outside. Seeing both of his challengers out for the count at the moment, Chamelion slides into the ring and starts to go for the gas and lighter!

Chamelion doesn't have any time to start climbing the pole as he's smacked in the back of the head by Ian and his pipe. Chamelion falls right out to the outside of the ring and Ian grins, using his pipe to point towards Ryan's flag. The Kumquat Kid staggers to his feet and bursts into the ring as Ian gets halfway over, hitting a side spear that also causes the pipe to fly right out of Ian's hand and out of the ring. Ryan, defending his Kumquat flag with all the power of Morgan Freeman in Bruce Almighty, hammers down with hammerfists onto the Emporer, before Ian manages to get a foot between him and his attacker, shoving him away. Ryan manages to roll backwards to his feet with the momentum, bouncing off the ropes and hitting Ian with a nice spinning neckbreaker. Continuing to lay into the punishment, Ryan bounces off the ropes once more and hits a quick legdrop. Catching a glipse of Chamelion attempting to get back into the ring out of the corner of his eye, Ryan rushes to the ropes and whacks Chamelion right in the face with a nasty baseball slide. Mark slams into the barrier back first and Ryan turns around to deal more with Ian, only to be hit with a running knee-lift that drops the Kumquatian to the mat. Ian looks up once more at the gas can hanging in the corner, and then turns to Lewis on the mat before dropping a knee into his back. Bringing Ryan to his feet with a handful of golden locks, Ian whips the Kumquat Kid hard into the ropes. Ryan bounces back towards Ian and quickly gets picked up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Lewis slips out of the move mid-spin and drops Ian down with a reverse DDT!

Ryan gets Ian up to his feet, but Ian cuts him off by raking the eyes of Ryan. Ian is back up to his feet and now begins to chop away at Ryan. KK takes the blow, but Ian is relentless is his attack, hitting Ryan’s chest with more stiff chops, looking like he's taken after Riona Langly just a bit. After five straight chops, Ryan is backed to the ropes, where Ian uses them to propel Ryan across the ring and off the ropes. Ryan comes back and leapfrogs over a stunned Ian before bringing Ian down to the mat with a flying forearm. Ryan bounces off the ropes again as Ian gets to his feet and quickly adjusts as Ian drops to the mat to avoid the speedster. Ryan bounces off the ropes once more as he spins around this time going for a running back-elbow, but Ian ducks in and jumps in the air, hitting a jumping knee right to Lewis' back. Ryan falls to the canvas but doesn't stay there for too long as the Emporer pulls Ryan to his feet and whips him into the corner, which he hits hard back first. Ian rushes forward, actually using the Kumquat Kid as a bit of a ladder as he hops up, trying to get KK's flag off of it's pole, but the fruit loving Ryan Lewis will have none of that as he pulls Ian out of the corner and drops him down with an inverted atomic drop. Ian seems to bounce 5 feet into the air, but doesn't even get tofall to the mat as Ryan starts to hammer on him with forearm shots, pushing Ian into his own corner, with his American flag hanging over him ominously. Ryan continues the assault as he switches things up a bit, letting loose with a couple of chops to Ian's chest. He follows that up with a knee to the gut to double him over and spikes him onto the mat with a nasty DDT! Looking at the top rope, Ryan jumps up to hit the Five Alive Frog Splash, but that is completely interrupted as he's whacked over the head with a steel-chair weilded by none other than the GB Champ himself, Chamelion.

Chamelion steps into the ring and takes a moment to look down at Ryan as he lies face-first into the mat, and this moment is all that's needed as Emporer Ian stalks up behind him and catches him in a half nelson suplex! Chamelion crumples from the move, and Ian goes on the attack, rushing over to get to the Kumquatian flag. He manages to climb to the top and get a hand on the flag before Chamelion stops him with a forearm to the back. Climbing up the turnbuckle as well, the GB Champion grabs Ian in a reverse waistlock, looking to take the King of All Royalty out of this match with a huge German Suplex off the turnbuckle. Ian quickly wraps his arms around the pole, keeping Chamelion from pulling him off. This is all for naught, however, as The Kumquat Kid races into action to defend his flag, going under Mark's legs and pulling him into a powerbomb... BUT CHAMELION MANAGES TO PULL IAN AWAY WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX AT THE SAME TIME! The ring looks like a car-crash as both champion and challenger alike are out of it on the mat, Ian especially getting it bad having landed with his shoulders right onto the steel chair Chamelion used on Ryan. The Kumquat Kid seems to see this as he quickly moves on the assualt, pummeling his weakened shoulders with a series of stiff knees. Chamelion, however, gets to a vertical base and pushes the challenger away from Ian before sending him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. The Kumquat Kid staggers out of the corner and right into Chamelion's arms as he locks in a reverse waistlock, looking to hit Lewis with a German suplex of his own. To the delight of the crowd, Ryan manages to flip right out of the suplex before rushing forward, planting his knees into Chamelion's back and sending him face-first into the second turnbuckle. Ian rushes forward to get at Ryan, but the Kumquat Kid is just a little bit faster than Ian as he hits him with a drop-toe hold, sending him right into Chamelion's back, giving the two of them a rather interesting position to end up in...

Laughing a bit at the childish situation he's put his opponents in, Ryan quickly focuses back in on the match as he pulls Ian off of Chamelion and whips him into the ropes... However for Ryan, Ian manages to do a bit of a rope flip, shades of Nigel McGuinness, and turns the Kid inside out with a nasty lariat! Ian doesn't have much time to celebrate his offense as Chamelion spins him around, locking in a front facelock and dropping him into the mat with an Implant DDT. Rolling to his feet, Chamelion grabs the disgarded steel chair and waits a bit, knowing that either Ian or Ryan would get to their feet before he could get to the gas or either of his opposing flags. Ryan is the first to his feet, and his reflexes are the only thing that saves his head as he just narrowly rolls out of the way of Chamelion's chair strike aimed right for his skull. Chamelion tosses the chair at Ryan, who catches it, but doesn't get a chance to boot the weapon into Ryan's face as Ian crawls from behind Chamelion and smashes him with a classic forearm to the nuts. Ian makes it to a vertical base and snickers a bit at Mark, but it's all he's able to do as Ryan plants the chair right into his face with a flying chairshot! Dropping the chair onto Ian's back, Ryan bounces off the ropes and goes for a ROLLING TH-NO! CHAMELION TAKES RYAN'S HEAD RIGHT OFF WITH ANOTHER S.O.S!!! Grabbing the chair, Chamelion walks a bit gingerly into the corner before setting it up. Pulling Ian to his feet, Chamelion mashes his face in with a few stiff elbows and then grins, grabbing his challenger and HIPTOSSES HIM BACKFIRST INTO THE UNFOLDED CHAIR!!! The chair crumbles at the impact as the Grizzly Beer Champion stands alone in the ring, before turning and going for Ryan’s Kumquat Flag.

Climbing, he rips the flag down, and it falls into the ring. Moving to the other pole with the gas and lighter, he grabs them and brings them down and walks over to the Kumquat Flag. Smirking to the sound of the boos from the crowd, Chamelion unscrews the cap of the gas can and pours a copius amount over Ryan’s flag. He then takes the lighter and goes to flick it, when Ryan charges in and spears Chamelion and the two men flounder through the ropes t the outside. They fight back and forth at ringside and in the ring, Ian crawls over, his back in pain, and fetches the lighter. Looking back at the action outside the ring, Ian gulps a deep breath and flicks his bic! The Kumquat Flag ignites and Ian falls back, stunned at the WHOOSH of flame. Outside the ring, Chamelion and KK turn, as one, and realize what has just happened, and Chamelion looks pissed off. KK turns to Chamelion, eyes wide about how Ian surprised them both, and gets a third S.O.S. for his trouble. In the ring, attendants use fire extinguishers to douse the flames, and Ian Is awarded the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship. He doesn’t get to celebrate long, because CHamelion comes back in and gives Ian his own S.O.S. to take home! Angry, Chamelion skulks from the ring, and walks dejectedly up the ramp.

Jacob Figgins vs Johnny Maverick

Grizzly Beer Contendership Match


"Hide your face forever Dream
and search forever"

A synthesized female voice hits the PA system as the intro of the song begins to kick in. The lights of the venue dim and gain a slight blue tint to them. Jacob Figgins pops out of the entrance ramp, his arms extended outwards in a crux pose. A decorative cane in his left hand.

Eric Emerson: “This match is a Barbed wire match, and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Kansas City, Missouri. The “Next Conspiracy. Jacob Figgins!!”

"Have you ever been for sale?
When your isms get smart
Oh so selfish and mindless
With that comment in your eye"

Figgins steps down from the stage and on to the ramp looking left and right to his "Figgified Nation" and playing to the fan base a bit. Once he finally makes it down the ring floor, his arms pop out in another crux pose before he hops into the ring.

The distorted guitar of 'Rise Above by Black Flag fills the arena as a spotlight with the Anarchy symbol searches about the arena before finally settling on the entranceway, Johnny Maverick steps out raising the shocker up to the audience who boos him loudly.

"Jealous cowards try to control
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
They distort what we say
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Try and stop what we do
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
When they can't do it themselves
Rise above, we're gonna rise above."

Johnny sprints down the ramp to the ring, pumping his fist along to the music, the spotlight following him as he runs.

Eric Emerson: “And the opponent, from Washington D.C. Johnny Maverick!!!”

"We! Are tired! Of your! Abuse!
Try to stop us, it's no use!"

Johnny slides under the bottom rope and stands quickly, he makes sure to hit each corner so everyone gets a clear view of him giving him the finger.

"Society's arms of control
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Think they're smart, can't think for themselves
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Laugh at us behind our backs
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
I find satisfaction in what they lack
Rise above, we're gonna rise above"

Johnny jumps down from the turnbuckle, he smiles playfully as he dismisses the audiences hail of boos with a wanking motion. He casually leans in the corner, waiting for his opponent

Jacob sits in the northeast corner of the ring, making sure to avoid the barbed wire, while wringing his heavily taped hands together. The presence of Danny Daemon did unsettle him quite a bit, but his eyes remain fixed forward on his opponent, the very cocky Johnny Maverick. Maverick looks down upon his opponent, he figures this match is going to be a cake walk, thoughts of holding that Grizzly Beer championship already invading his mind. Referee Scott Swindell, wearing long sleeves and thick gloves to avoid being cut, looks over both men before pointing to the time keeper to start the match.

DING DING DING

Upon the ringing of the bell, both men promenade to the center of the ring. In a very cocky fashion, Figgy extends his left hand for a handshake, Maverick refuses by flashing Figgins a very crude hand gesture, a middle finger to be exact. Figgins smirked and took a step back before raising his hand for a test of strength. Johnny accepts it and locks up in a knuckle lock with the Next Conspiracy. Figgy is the one to initiate the test by pushing the young upstart toward the barbed wire. Johnny manages to stop the voyage with about only a foot away from the barbed wire to spare. Johnny decided to push back, Figgy able to stop it just before touching the wire. Finally, Figgins begins to push back full force. Johnny stops the advance by placing his right foot on the bottom wire. Seeing as Figgy had weight on his side, Johnny throws off the hold. The two men stare down to give the fans some time to give a pop.

Jon McDaniel:” And both men are going out of their way to avoid the barbed wire.”

Brian Rentfro: ”Well duh, it hurts”

Both men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, but Johnny breaks out of it and slips behind Figgy, taking him to the mat with a drop toe hold. Johnny quickly goes to weaken his opponent by applying a grounded front face lock. Figgy shoots up to a kneeling position but collapses to the mat as Johnny applies more pressure to the hold. Figgy goes for a different approach by grabbing the arm of Maverick and twisting his way out with an arm wringer. Both men roll to their feet, Johnny tries to draw first blood by charging forth and attempting to whip Figgins into the wire. But Figgy counters with a short arm lariat! Johnny falls to the mat from the impact of Figgy's forearm . Figgy quickly goes for the cover.
ONE! KICKOUT

Jon McDaniel: “ Figgy is going to have to do a little bit more than that”

Brian Rentfro: “ Break his Jaw!”

Obviously, it would take a whole lot more than that to keep good ol' Johnny down. Out of frustration, Figgins drops an elbow across the throat of Maverick. Pulling Johnny by the hair, Figgins pulls him to a sitting position and slips behind. Figgins grabs a hold of Maverick's arm and with his free arm begins to rain down elbows across where the left shoulder and neck meet. The elbows rained in rapid secession, Figgy was aiming for that neck.

Figgy finally ceases the assault, letting Maverick drop to the mat. Figgins initially wanted to go for the pin, but decides against it by pulling his opponent back to his feet. In a raged bull rush, Johnny pushed Figgins right into the northern row of barbed wire, the follow through of the push caused the bottom wire to snap and cling to the left leg of Figgins' tights. Figgins reverses the situation , causing the wire to wrap around the both of them. This back and fourth pushing continues until they make it the ring post and manage to become untangled. The bottom wire completely comes off from the ring post and lies in the ring. Seeing this, Johnny performs a drop toe hold on Figgins into the wire. But Figgins managed to stop his fall by grabbing it with his taped hands. While Figgy was avoiding a barbed wire crisis, Johnny decides to make a whole new one by grabbing the piece of loose wire and doubling it over. Once Figgy turns around, Johnny wields the weapon like a whip and brings it down upon Figgy's chest. The shirt of Figgins begins to form small tears from the wire, no blood, but he sure felt the sting.

Jon McDaniel: “ Johnny is wailing on Figgins with that barbed wire.”

Brian Rentfro: “ That's gotta sting a little”

Figgy staggers back, getting away from Johnny and his weapon. But Figgins never likes being the one stuck in a defensive position. Figgins goes face to face once more with Johnny and momentarily distracts him with a rake to the eyes. Figgy slips behind him and lifts him up. Figgy takes a few steps forward and gets Maverick hung on the barbed wire. Maverick gasps, seeing as his twig and berries were laying right across the barbed wire. Figgy finds the loose bit of barbed wire on the mat and begins to wrap it around his heavily taped wrist and hand. Apparently, he had an idea to really open up his opponent. Figgy goes to the ring post nearest Johnny and climbs the barbed wire. He leaps off and extends his arm with the barbed wire gauntlet, he drives the arm into the chest of the hurting Maverick with a LARIATOOOO!!!

Jon McDaniel: “And Johnny gets Leveled by that sick lariat”

Brian Rentfro: ”I'm really starting to get into this match”

Johnny’s 'Dead Kennedy’s' shirt had been split down the middle and he had a pretty good slash across his chest. He slumps onto the mat and lays there for a few moments and Figgy quickly tries to capitalize with a pin.
ONE!TWO! Kick out right at two!

Figgy grabs a handful of Johnny’s hair and picks him up to his feet. He backhands Johnny hard with the barbed-wire gauntlet! Johnny falls but quickly rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring, the cameras show that he is discussing strategy with his manager, Danny. Johnny has a sizeable amount of blood coming out of his forehead after the backhand from Figgy, but his strategy discussion with Danny is cut short as Figgy comes slamming into both of them with a TOPE SUICIDA!!!

Jon McDaniel: “Suicide Dive from Figgins takes his opponent out, along with Danny”

Brian Rentfro: “ He's going to regret doing that one day”

All three men lay outside in a huge pile for a few moments before Figgy starts to get to his feet. He grabs Johnny by the back of the head as he stands and tries to throw him face first into the ropes but NO! Johnny puts his hands on the apron and stops himself before his face connects with the barbed-wire ring ropes. Johnny quickly turns around and hits Figgy with an OF,MF!!! Johnny successfully hits Figgy in the face with an open-palm to the face, then grabs Figgy by the back of the head and throws him face first into the barbed-wire ring ropes! Figgy gets a bit tangled up in the barbed-wire and Johnny quickly starts taking advantage and picks up a barbed-wire covered chair, then brings it smashing into the back of Figgy! He examines his handiwork and is angered when he sees it has yielded no blood and brings it smashing into his back again, finally drawing blood. Johnny decides to let Figgy struggle in the barbed-wire for a bit while he slides back into the ring... he starts carefully taking the barbed wire off of the chair and wrapping it around his thigh and knee.

Jon McDaniel: ”Uh oh, Johnny is planning something that looks painful”

Brian Rentfro: “ Good thing we're not on the receiving end of whatever it is.”

Figgy finally manages to tear himself free of the barbed wire at the expense of most of his shirt. He rolls back into the ring and Johnny is waiting for him, the right leg of his shorts and his right kneepad covered in barbed wire. Johnny quickly locks Figgy in a collar and elbow tie up, but Figgy easily overpowers him and drives him back into the ropes and the audience gives a loud groan, but Johnny grits his teeth and starts fighting, he starts driving his barbed wire covered knee into Figgys chest! Figgy releases the hold and falls to a knee and Johnny quickly runs across the ring, then runs back and nails figgy in the face with a SHINING WIZARD THIGH KICK!!!!

Jon McDaniel: ”OW! That HAD to cut him open”

Brian Rentfro: “Really? You think?”

Figgins rolls over, holding his face and trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes. Johnny smirks as he kneels down and pulls Figgins up to a seated position. Johnny grabs Figgy's face in an iron claw type fashion , but instead of squeezing his face, Johnny digs his nails in, trying to enlarge the cuts from the barbed wire . Figgy lets out a cry of pain from this, it appears he had found what he's looking for. Danny from ring side looks on, a smirk obvious upon his face, obviously proud of Johnny's work right now. Figgy, not in the mood for any fancy counters, goes for a plain and simple left hand to the gut. The first time did not seem to work, so the south paw begins to drill rapid shots to the gut until Johnny lets go.

Jon McDaniel:” Johnny is just being plain sadistic now”

Brian Rentfro: “That is what gets you through these types of matches “

With the wind knocked out of him, Johnny staggers back. Figgins pulls himself back to his feet, and decides to get a small measure of revenge. With his left hand, Figgins grabs Johnny by the hair his right forearm comes up and grind into Johnny’s fore head. The barbed wire wrapped around the forearm of Figgins digs deeply into Johnny's forehead, bloodying him even further. Finally having his fill of revenge, Figgins whips Johnny hard into the barbed wire. Johnny went into it back first, the back of his shirt caught, causing Johnny to have some slightly restricted movement. Seeing Johnny is stuck, Figgins smirks and charges forward, he lowers his shoulder and hits a SPEAR THROUGH THE MOTHER F*ING BARBED WIRE!!

Jon McDaniel: ”OH MY GAWD”

Brian Rentfro: “Sellout...”

The barbed wire snapped from the force of the move, causing both men to spill outside the ring. Figgy hesitates too long and takes a sick spill on the head. Johnny Lands on his back and upon the barbed wire that was still caught on his shirt. Both men lay motionless for a few seconds, Scott Swindell goes outside the ring to check on them. He raises his hand to the time keeper about ready to tell him to end the match. But it seems both men read his mind and came back into reality, trying to roll back to their feet. Scott ceases his decision before it came into fruition. Figgy is the first to his feet, he takes Johnny, who was on one knee, and throws him hard into the announce table.

Jon McDaniel: “Oh not again!”

Brian Rentfro: “Don't you do it, Figgy!”

Figgy goes to ring side, and ducks down under the apron for weapons. Figgy feels something prick his fingers and smirks. He takes hold of the object and pulls it out to reveal, a barbed wire covered board. He dives under the ring once more and pulls out a table. Once he got the table out, he set it up next to the ring, he then grabs the board and places it on the table. He has an idea to put Johnny down for good. But before he could go through with it, the back of his head gets Intimate with a steel chair. Figgins collapses to the floor, holding the back of his head. Johnny apparently forced the time keep out of his chair while Figgy was calculating his plan. Johnny waved Danny over, allowing his mentor to take a few shots at his long time rival. Danny smirks as he grabs a loose bit of barbed wire and tells Johnny to pull him up. Danny uses his new weapon almost like a mob hit man uses a piano wire, pressing it hard against Figgys throat. Figgins lets out a few gasps trying to find air to his lungs. Lacey finally gets involved in this match by thwacking Danny with a Kendo stick. Danny let go of Figgy after feeling the sharp pain in his back. Lacey chases Danny into the crowd by hitting him with the stick.

Jon McDaniel: “How is Figgy going to go through the rest of this match?”

Brian Rentfro: ”Maybe Figgy shouldn't have made such enemies with the guy”

Before Figgy could even recover, Maverick smacks Figgins in the back with the chair. Figgins falls to the floor once more. Johnny begins to dissect for his finisher by bringing the chair down upon Figgins' right arm. Johnny pulls Figgins back to his feet to put his right arm into an arm wrench, to change it into THE PERFECT ARM BAR!!! Figgy had been bleeding profusely, took far too many spills, so he had no other choice but to tap. Scott Swindell gets to his feet and tells the time keeper to ring the bell.
DING DING DING.

Jon McDaniel: ”Figgy Taps! It's over!”

Brian Rentfro: “ The Grizzly Beer champion better of watched this match, because that's his next title defense. “

Eric Emerson: “Here is your winner. Johnny Maverick!!”
Johnny finally lets go of the hold when he hears Eric Emerson making the announcement that he is the victor in this match. Johnny takes time to bask is his victory, by commanding Scott Swindell to raise his hand while he points to his raised arm in a cocky manner, just in
case someone didn't notice the victory

We Fade to black as a “Don't try this at home “ Marquee comes across the screen.

Shadow Starr vs Project X vs Riona Langly

PWA Intercontinental Championship


Eric Emerson stands center ring, microphone in hand. From an inner pocket he pulls out an envelope and begins to open it up. He looks at the letter and slowly puts it away back in his pocket.

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Championship. This match will be contested under Elimination Rules!...

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 it's 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.

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

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

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

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front
of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, the red bangs at
the front hiding her face as she silhouettes herself on the light.

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

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing first/next... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot
nine inches. She is the current, reigning, defending... UNCONTESTED, UNDEFEATED, AND UNDISPUTED... PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!!

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

Riona un-straps the PWA Intercontinental Championship from her waist and raises it high with one arm, pacing across the entrance ramp and showing everyone
what she's got as the lasers turn back to red with Tajra's voice returning.

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

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

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

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some
last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

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.

DING DING

All three are in the ring with the monster Project X towering over his opponents as usual. Riona dives at PX's legs as Shadow goes after the midsection. Riona clips PX's knees, but Shadow Star is shoved backwards as Project X falls down to the mat holding at his leg with one hand. Riona drops a knee on the masked opponent quickly trying to incapacitate him. Shadow Star is getting back up and Riona charges at his rising form sending him outside of the ring with a spear. She spins around quickly and Project X is there with a right hand that staggers Riona into the ropes. Irish whip sends Riona running across the ring; a big boot from PX sends her down to the canvas. Project X makes a quick cover.

One... Two... Th--NO! Riona with a shoulder up stops the count. She throws a wild right hand into PX's temple that sends him rolling off of her to lay on his back. Riona kips up to her feet, but PX is already on his knees. Riona with a right hand and PX with a meaty right hand as well, PX wins the short fist battle as Riona falls back on her ass from the force of the blow. Project X stands up tall in the ring and stalks over to where Riona is struggling up to her feet to meet Project X head on. Shadow Star leaps from the top turnbuckle taking Project X down with a flying crossboddy. Riona is thankful and shows her appreciation by shoving her knee into Shadow Star's jaw rolling him over onto his back.

Jon McDaniel: This match is under way and already shows signs of being the best match here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Hard to say, all of the matches are great.

Project X is getting back up and so is Riona, these two are wanting to finish what they started about two weeks ago when they were both counted out. Shadow Star gets up, his cheek red from the contact with Riona's knee. Dropkick to PX's leg sends him howling in pain, and Shadow Star has once again taken down the biggest man in PWA. He rolls up quickly to face Riona and Riona and Shadow Star stare at each other. Riona wants his title and Shadow Star wants to keep his title. Right hand from Shadow, right from Riona, and these two are brawling like they are back in high school. Riona with a big haymaker, Shadow ducks under with an arm bar both go down to the canvas. Project X lands a big leg drop on the two of them and the hold is broken up. He pulls Riona to her feet, by the hair on her head, and whips her into the ropes; he does the same to Shadow Star. Riona leap frogs Shadow Star, but Project X catches her in the mouth with a big boot. Shadow Star rebounds and is scoop slammed to the canvas by Project X. Project X makes a cover.

One... Two... t--NO! Shadow Star able to get the shoulder up just in time. Project X isn't happy as he pulls Shadow Star up to his feet and holds him by the throat. Right hand from PX sends a glazed look into Shadow Star's eyes. A second sends him to Dreamland, but PX isn't finished as he sends another into the side of Shadow Star's face. He heaves Shadow Star up over his head in a gorilla press slam position and is near the ropes; but Riona dropkicks him in the back. Shadow Star falls over the top rope to the outside and Project X is nearly thrown over the top rope as well. Riona with a running knee lift nearly sends him over again, but the big man manages to keep his balance. He spins around, but is caught in the face by a running Enziguri that gets the job done and Project X is sent over the top rope. Riona hits the ropes, rebounds, and tosses herself over the top rope to the now kneeling PX that sends him all of the way down on his back. Riona begins to pound her fists into PX's temple, doing her best to finish their match from two weeks ago. Shadow Star with a boot to the side of Riona's face sends her rolling off of PX and she looks up at him with disbelief that he would do something like that. She shoots back to her feet though diving at him, her fists flying, but Shadow uses her momentum to nail a DDT on the matting; Riona lays face first on the thin material. Shadow Star turns around right into the path of an oncoming steel chair shot and is unable to avoid its path and crumples down to the floor. Project X brings the chair down on Riona and once again Shadow Star is forgotten about in this match. PX lifts the nearly unconscious Riona up slamming her face first into the ring apron once, twice, and a lifted third attempt busts her open a bit and blood trickles down her forehead. PX is spun around by the forgotten Shadow Star and a boot to his midsection reminds PX quickly of the current PWA Intercontinental Champion. Shadow Star takes the steel chair, places it on his knee, and lifts it forcefully into Project X's face. PX is rocked back into a double foot stomp by Riona and PX is in the middle of two warriors with no where to go. Shadow Star swings the chair, PX falls on the matting, the chair connects with Riona and she falls flat on her back. PX with a low blow gives him the advantage back as Shadow drops the chair in favor of his man jewels. Project X with a clothesline sends Shadow Star down as well. Project X holds out his hand, to a fan, for their steel chair and they give it to him. He picks up the second steel chair and lays them side by side on the matting.

Jon McDaniel: what is he planning to do here?

Brian Rentfro: I don't know exactly, but my guess is that it will hurt tremendously.

He pulls Shadow Star up by the throat and while squeezing, does the same to Riona Langly. He laughs before slamming their heads together and lifting them both high up over his head. Project X turns facing the two steel chairs and double Probes them onto the steel. The sound of their flesh smacking on the steel is sickening, but Project X seems to enjoy it. He pulls Shadow Star up to a gorilla press slam position and drops him throat first across the railing that is there to protect the fans. Riona is still lying there motionless and Project X pulls her up to her feet as well, but tosses her like a rag doll into the railing's corner where her head slams on top of the corner. Clutching at his throat, the resilient Shadow Star picks up one of the dented steel chairs slamming it on the back of the big Project X. PX arches his back a little and turns to face the red faced Shadow Star. A right hand from Project X slams into the oncoming Shadow Star steel chair and the big man felt that blow just right. He shakes his hand in pain, but Shadow Star slams the chair into his midsection top first and PX is doubled over. The steel chair comes down on Project X's back sending him down to one knee. DDT on the chair takes Project X out of the match, temporarily. Riona once again thanks Shadow Star, but this time the steel chair does the actual talking as it comes across the forehead of Shadow Star sending him down to the matting. She pulls him up and rolls him into the ring following after. Irish whip into the ropes sends the current IC champ running and a running high knee to his head sends him falling. Riona hooks the leg and makes a cover.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Shadow wants that title a little longer as he kicks out.

Jon McDaniel: Shadow Star taking alot of punishment to his head here.

Brian Rentfro: You sound like you have too.

Riona is obviously frustrated but she is enough of a veteran to keep it under control. As she gets up to her feet, she drags Shadow Star with her delivering a forearm into his jaw that rocks his head to the side. Shove back sends Shadow back first into the corner and a running shoulder block sends him doubling over at the waist to catch his breath. Riona with a European uppercut stands the IC champion back up and Riona places a hand on his chest. Chop, chop, chop "Woo" from the crowd. Chop, chop, chop "Woo" from the crowd. The chest of Shadow Star is red and angry looking from the chops. But then again, Project X walks like he is mad as he grabs Riona from behind with a hand on her neck. He shoves her head into the head of Shadow Star before slamming her face first on the canvas. He pounds a fist into Shadow Star's chest before pounding a meaty left and right combo into his face. PX backs up delivering a big boot into Shadow's face that should have knocked him to the canvas, but Project X catches him by his chin. He holds him up pounding away at his face again with big time right hands and appears to be having a good time doing just this. Shadow Star is looking the worse for wear here on this exchange.

Jon McDaniel: Come on, this isn't right.

Brian Rentfro: Might I ask, what is wrong about it?

Project X pulls Shadow Star's head down into his lifted knee and the IC champ is out cold on his feet. Project X tosses him to the side as well and begins to untie the turnbuckle padding but so that the ref can't see what is going on. He leaves it hanging there loosely and turns around. Riona with a leg sweep sends PX falling backwards on the loosened turnbuckle padding, but it does not fall off. Riona with a running high knee to Project X in the corner, but Project X ducks and Riona crotches herself on the top. Project X laughs and Riona shoots up to her feet and points to her crotch she mouths "No balls" and leaps with a missile dropkick sending Project X backwards into a hook and a pin from Shadow Star.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Project X manages to kick out but he is angry. Shadow Star gets up ready for a fight from PX, but Riona shoves him forward into the kneeling Project X who slams his head forward to meet the oncoming Shadow Star. Their heads collide, but only Shadow Star falls, PX merely shakes his head before turning to find Riona diving with a forearm smash. It catches PX off guard and he is sent on his back with the force. Riona screams out in triumph and slams her boots into the side of his face again and again. She grabs the hair of the mask and peppers him with rights and lefts, mixing in a few forearm shots for good measure. He turns her around slamming his big forearms into her throat and holding one there to cut off her oxygen and cause her face to turn beet red from the lack of oxygen to the brain. Project X slams her head backwards into the turnbuckle doing his best to incapacitate her and eliminate her from this IC title match. Pulling her up by her throat, he hits an inverted atomic drop on her and shoves her into a seated position in the corner. He backs up to the opposite corner and charges like a train, but Shadow Star drop toe holds him and Project X's face slams nose first into Riona's crotch. A scream is heard from behind the mask of Project X as he slaps at the mask and beats frantically at the mask. He is in a standing position now and Shadow Star nails another drop toe hold, but PX manages to avoid his nose landing in the unknown again. He stands up and turns around to face Shadow Star.

Brian Rentfro: Oh no! someone get a doctor out here, Project X's nose is going to be eaten away!

Jon McDaniel: Oh stop it.

Riona climbs to the middle turnbuckle behind Project X, she leaps just as Shadow Star raises a knee. Riona bulldogs Project X's face right onto the uplifted knee of Shadow Star, but no pin is made here. Shadow Star with a right hand to Riona sends her away from Project X and possibly the first elimination; Shadow Star is paying Riona back for that punch to his jaw from earlier. Knee to the midsection and he hooks her up for a vertical suplex; Riona is slammed back first on the canvas. Shadow Star pulls the former IC champion up to her feet whipping her into the corner. He points skyward and charges, but Riona with a back elbow stops Shadow Star from finishing his Grim Reaper move. Shadow Star falls backwards and Riona springs backwards with a back fist sending Shadow Star on down to the canvas; she makes the cover.

One... Two... Th--NOOO! Shadow Star able to get a foot on the ropes and stop the pin, he wants to remain champion at least a little bit longer. Shadow Star and Riona stand up and are in a collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring. Shadow Star with a side headlock, Riona manages a body scissors from the side of Shadow Star. Both fall to the mat, neither willing to break their individual hold because both cause pain, but who will give in first. Neither, Project X hits the ropes dropping a massive leg across the two of them breaking the predicament and gaining the advantage once more. He pulls them up to their feet, and once again slams their heads together with tremendous force. Both go limp in his grasp and he places his hands around their throats. Lifting them up, he walks to the middle of the ring. Double Probe!

Brian Rentfro: This match... is over.

Jon McDaniel: Has anyone ever kicked out of the Probe?

Brian Rentfro: Not sure.

Project X isn't finished though as he stands there bulking his muscles for the married ladies in the crowd. First his left arm, then his right, then his chest; he then makes a slicing gesture across his throat. Bending down, he picks up first Riona then Shadow Star by the throat. Double boot to the midsection, PX grunts from the double blow. Double DDT onto the canvas. Double pinfall! The referee is there and in perfect position as Shadow Star hooks a leg and Riona sits on Project X's face and hooks the other leg.

One... Two... Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: Project X has been eliminated here.

Brian Rentfro: In humiliating fashion, Riona pinned him like that on purpose.

Eric Emerson: Project X has been eliminated!

Shadow Star and Riona release the pin and stare at each other waiting on Project X to leave the ring. PX rolls out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Project X begins slapping at the mask again and gagging as he kneels beside the ring. He is digging under the ring for something as Shadow Star and Riona begin a collar and elbow tie up. Shadow Star with a side headlock, Riona with an atomic drop. Project X with a clothesline sends Shadow Star down and a right hand with a can of some sort in it sends Riona down to the canvas. Project X opens up the hand to reveal a can of Glade air freshener, Spring Rain scented. Project X pulls on a yellow kitchen cleaning glove and opens the front of Riona's trunks at the waist. Making a show of having to hold his breath, he sprays inside her trunks with the air freshener before spraying the outside of her trunks and the air in front of him. He tosses the can to the mat and removes the glove to shove it in Shadow Star's mouth before once again climbing out of the ring and up the entrance ramp.

Brian Rentfro: Hahahahahahahahahaha... I can't breathe.... hahahahahahaha.

Jon McDaniel: Come on, be professional.

Shadow Star begins to stir, removing the glove from his mouth and gagging a bit; he looks puzzled at the glove. He sits up and looks over at Riona, who is still flat on her back her arms to her side. Shadow Star rolls over to the ropes and pulls himself to a vertical base. He leans over Riona, who slams a fist right into Shadow Star's face, she seems to think it is Project X. The referee kicks the can of air freshener out of the ring as Riona grabs the throat of Shadow Star and pounds her fist into his face again. Shadow Star is caught off guard and is thrown into the ropes by Riona. He bounces back into a back body drop that sends him crashing down to the canvas. She picks him up again and whips him into the corner as he bounces back out of the corner from the impact, she executes a beautiful swinging neckbreaker that sends him down to the mat. Riona quickly scales the turnbuckle diving with a leg drop across Shadow Star's throat. She makes a cover.

One... Two... Thr--NOO! Shadow Star rolls a shoulder up to keep the match going here at High Stakes.

Brian Rentfro: Shadow Star kicks out of the Spring Rain leg drop.

Jon McDaniel: That... is... not... funny.

Riona pulls Shadow Star up to his feet whipping him into the corner, the padding falls from the bolt, leaving the metal exposed and Shadow Star clutches at his chest where a red blotch of blood has just appeared. Riona tucks her head under Shadow Star's armpit places a hand under his legs and lifts him backwards. Star's head slams into the canvas, but Riona is not finished here just yet. She wraps him up in a figure four leglock, falling back to increase pressure on his leg. Shadow Star grunts in pain from the torque on his knee, but he refuses to give here in his biggest title defense. Shadow Star rolls to the left, swaying at the last minute and turning over to his right and flips the hold over causing pain to Riona's legs. She tries to break the hold, but Shadow Star has managed somehow in the flipping to lock his hands around Riona's foot and her only choice is to crawl to the ropes. Riona, proves us wrong by turning the hold over again and they are near the ropes, but the pain is back on Shadow Star.

Brian Rentfro: Back and forth figure four leg locks here.

Jon McDaniel: Imagine the pain that both are in.

Brian Rentfro: Imagine what poor Shadow Star's foot is going through.

Shadow Star reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, the referee starts the mandatory five count and as he reaches four, the hold is broken, but both have paid the price here. Riona pulls herself up to a vertical base, using the ropes for leverage, and stares at the rising Shadow Star. Star swings out, Riona ducks slamming his head down into her rising knee. Shadow Star clutches at his chin and Riona delivers another shot to the bent over Shadow Star. Half nelson slam into the mat and Riona begins to wrap Shadow Star's head up in a sleeper hold on the mat, before changing her mind and going for a cobra clutch sleeper hold. Shadow Star manages to raise his foot into the ropes and after a count of four, Riona is forced to break the hold or risk disqualification. She drags Shadow Star into the middle of the ring, Irish whip sends Shadow Star into the ropes, reversal from the IC champion and Riona is sent running to the ropes. Shadow Star backs up charging at his opponent, back body drop sends Shadow Star over the top rope to the outside where he lands on his hands and knees. Shadow Star grunts from the impact, but has no time to rest as he knows he has a match to win. He stands up, shaking the cobwebs from his head and looks up into Riona, who is diving through the ropes, nailing Shadow Star with a shoulder tackle that sends him back first into the railing. The crowd is chanting "PWA PWA" over and over again, but these two are barely acknowledging the chants and cheers, they have a match they are competing in at the moment.

Brian Rentfro: The crowd heavily into this match for some reason.

Jon McDaniel: Could be because it is an awesome match.

Brian Rentfro: A match with Shadow Star in it... an awesome match? Get your eye glasses checked, you are blinder than...

Riona pulls Shadow Star up to his feet to slam his head down on the railing once, twice, and a third time. Irish whip sends him midsection first into the ring apron. Riona leaps to the railing, balances there, and as Shadow Star backs up from the apron, Riona springboards with a tornado DDT that stops any chance Shadow Star had of winning this match. She rolls him into the ring, Shadow Star nearly unconscious after that tornado DDT. Riona makes the cover after hooking the leg.

One... Two... Three-NO! NOO! Shadow Star manages to get a shoulder up right before the count of three and the referee indicates that it was only a count of two but he couldn't stop his hand before the it slapped the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Closest pin attempt of the match.

Brian Rentfro: Referees not knowing what they are doing either.

Riona can't believe it and the shock shows on her face, she pulls Shadow Star up to his feet and hooks his head under her armpit. She hooks the tights for purchase and... Shadow Star counters into a bridging pin.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Riona rolls a shoulder up just in time.

Shadow Star releases the bridging pin and rolls over to his knees then manages his feet just as Riona gets to her knees. She looks at Shadow Star who looks back, both tired, but both wanting to win. Collar and elbow tie up, Riona with a wristlock, Shadow reverses, drops the wristlock, rolls behind Riona's back to her front, and drops her with a DDT on the canvas. He rolls her over, but notices that he is way too close to the ropes for a pin and resigns himself to go on just a bit more. He gets up to his feet, pulling Riona with him and Irish whips her into the ropes. She rebounds with a right hand, but Shadow Star grabs the right hand into a cross face submission, but Riona shoves forward into the ropes before the hold is synched in properly. Shadow pulls her back up and she looks determined to win, but for that point so does Shadow Star. Right hand from Riona, ducked by Shadow Star and he nails her with a right of his own. Riona is backed up against the ropes. Knife edge chop rocks her, another, and a third. The top of Riona's chest is reddening from the chops and the crowd is Wooing with each slap of hand on flesh. Riona winces from the blows and Shadow Star knees her in the midsection and pump handle slams her to the canvas, he falls on top of her.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Riona manages to kick out again and this match continues on once more. Shadow Star believes it, because he knows Riona is resilient far more than any other person here in The Pioneer Wrestling Association. He leans back on his knees, reaches for the ropes behind him, and pulls himself up to his feet. Riona rolls over and Shadow Star is there to help her up to a vertical base. Riona swings with a haymaker, Shadow Star ducks, Riona keeps spinning from the force and is slammed into the canvas with a full nelson slam to the mat. Shadow Star climbs to the top rope, pausing only once to catch his breath. He looks down at Riona and dives driving his elbow into the right leg of Riona, she grunts both from the move and the impact of his weight landing on her. Shadow Star rolls Riona over to her back and hooks the leg in his armpit; he slowly steps over and leans back with a single legged Boston Crab. Riona screams out in both frustration, pain and determination. She begins the slow crawl to the opposite side of the ring, where the ropes are and a hold break. Shadow Star grunts from the pressure he is exerting to try and make Riona submit, but never the less, he is causing a tremendous amount of energy to be expended as she crawls ever so slowly to the ropes. Riona reaches out a hand, but Shadow Star yanks her back to the middle of the ring, locking the move back in. The referee is there in Riona's face asking if she wants to submit, but Riona has enough energy left to shoot the man a bird before beginning the arduous journey back to the ropes and safety. Sweat is pouring down her face, her hair plastered to her head as she crawls to the ropes. Shadow Star is pouring sweat from having to keep the hold locked in and hold it on. Riona reaches the ropes and the hold is broken. Shadow Star stands up, looking at his opponent for just a second before Irish whipping her into the corner.
Riona reverses the Irish whip, but shoves an elbow into Shadow Star's ribs. Shadow Star stops, holding at his ribs, and Riona nails him with the Tourniquet; she makes the cover.

One... Two... Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and NEEEW Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Champion.... Riona.... Langly!

Jon McDaniel: Riona is once again the PWA Intercontinental Champion.

Brian Rentfro: Knew she would do it.

Renegade Souljahs vs Controlled Violence

Tag-Team Championship


Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall… is a NO RULES MATCH, for the PWA World Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers; Viktor Stone and Alex Noble, they are CONTROLLED VIOLENCE!
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 darkened 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 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 on the outside, 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 taken
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.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents; they are the current PWA World Tag Team Champions; Mark Zout and Ryan Ross; The Renegade Souljahs!!

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

Two years flat [ughhhh]
But I'm back on my feet
And I hustle with the homies
Cause y'all know mama gotta eat
Give me my duties
Cause we gon ball till we fall
See for No Limit I'll do anything
To put my name on the wall.

Even if I gotta shoot to kill on the battlefield
March from the ghetto to the top of the hill
I'm black and N-Oed tired of selling boulders
Trying to keep it real still represent my soldiers
Started from the bottom finished on the top
The wars not over cause the struggle don't stop
Bullets in the chopper, food in the pot,
Money in the bank, and weed in my sock.

See a coward dies a million deaths
But a soldier dies once
See don't blame No Limit, fool
Put it on these gats and these blunts
And the army had said
Be all that you can be
I made a couple of boulders
Now every ghetto kid can be P.

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

Now I'm a marked man cause this flame on my arm
And the tank around my neck
Wasn't expected to progress
Now I hold the industry hostage
See its famed Ghetto Commission
TSO till I die
My family consist of outlaws
And riders who ride
I'm a soldier living this soldiers life
Flashing my ice
When if I get killed on the battlefield
Then bury me with my steel and my mic
Ghetto born ghetto raised
So I use my ghetto tactics
Nine times outta ten
It results to the second lines and closed caskets
In the steel tank I ride
From the West bank to the billboard spots
Loved by few hated by many
But we still wont stop
Climb from the bottom to the top
Roll with the platinum and gold
A commendation from the colonel
But still I gotta trunk of soul.

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

I'm a black dicabileras
That's Spanish for cowboy
A No Limit soldier
That's rowdier than Wild Boy
I keeps a four-five in a holster
With a rifle across my shoulder
I'm a ghetto vet with a killer clique
That wont hesitate to smoke ya
Its Ghetto Commission till I retire
I'm living larger than a sire
No Limit symbolizes gas
And they done mixed up with some fire
Peep that flame tatted on my arm
Wont play when they causing harm
We irresponsible for our actions
You niggas duck and warn.

I got a price on my head
Because of the gold around my neck
And the tank on my chest
Resting on my arm is a flame
I lost ride on the desert plain
Made famous by wanted posters
Keep a pistol in my holster
Cause the laws are getting closer
Roll as a No Limit soldier
On our way to the Boulder
With blood on my hand
From the last man to take a stand
Against me and my clan
We wanted, dead or alive
Believe it or not
They jealous of our Billboard spot.

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

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

Zout and Ross enter the rings and pass their titles to the ref, who holds them up for all to see, before passing them off to a ring tech at ringside and calls for the bell.

*DING DING*

Brian Rentfro: Ross and Noble appear to be starting the match for their respective teams!

Both men hook up, and Ross goes behind Noble and wraps him up, and starts head butting him. Noble rolls free, and gets up in meets Zout’s fist. The crowd lets out a little cheer as Ross and Zout take turns punching Noble. Viktor tries to get in but is held back by the ref, and The Renegade Souljahs do some illegal double teaming. Zout gets in without tagging Ross and starts kicking a mud hole in Noble in the corner. Zout backs up and measures up Noble and charges at him in the corner but the Noble moves out of the way and gives Zout an elbow to the face.

Noble goes over to his corner and tags in Viktor who runs at Zout, but Zout gives him a big boot to the face. He tags in Ross, who goes right up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Viktor to get back up. Ross goes for the missile dropkick, but the Viktor smartly moves out of the way. Viktor gives Ross an Irish whip into the ropes and leap frogs him when he comes back, but when Ross comes off the ropes he hits a dropkick on the Viktor who was still turning around. Ross drags Viktor over to the ropes and wraps his head into the ropes, sorta like what happens to peoples arms, but with their neck. Ross runs off the opposite ropes and jumps on the Viktor upper back.

Brian Rentfro: That could kill a man!!! Come on ref.

Jon McDaniel: I wonder if I could pay Ross could do that to you?

Brian Rentfro: What?

Jon McDaniel: Nothing, pay attention to the match!

Brian Rentfro: Ross almost executed the Viktor their.

The ref undoes the ropes from around Viktor’s neck. As Ross starts kicking him again, and grabs him by his hair and takes him back to the Renegade Souljahs corner. Ross makes the tag to Zout who gets in and press slams the Viktor.

Zout sends Viktor into the ropes and back body drops him to the outside. Zout goes over to the ropes and gloats, but Noble comes in and pushes Zout onto the outside. Ross gets in the ring and spears the Noble. Zout slowly gets up and the Viktor is waiting for him and slams into the ringpost.

Viktor picks up Zout, again but Zout wiggle free and puts Viktor’s back on his shoulders and rams him into the ringpost crotch first. Noble picks up Ross and hits a powerbomb. Zout slides and clotheslines the Noble. He picks him up and hits a standing suplex. He picks up a dazed Noble and runs off the ropes and hits clothesline from hell!!!

Jon McDaniel: This match is over.

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No… Viktor jumped of the top turnbuckle and broke up the count.

Brian Rentfro: Was Noble even the legal man?

Jon McDaniel: NO rules, remember!?

Zout slowly gets up, as Viktor waits for him and goes picks him up for a body slam. OH MY GOD!!!! Ross just jumped off the top rope and hit Zout, knocking him on top of Viktor.

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Kick out.

Noble gets up and grabs Ross from behind and hits a pumphandle slam. Ross rolls outside and pulls on Noble’s leg causing him to go outside. Ross goes to whip Noble into the barricade, but gets it reversed. Noble comes charging at him but Ross back body drops him into the crowd and falls down.

Inside the ring, Zout is undoing the turnbuckle, but Viktor runs up and gives him a flying knee to the back. Viktor starts pounding Zout’s head into the turnbuckle, and the crowd counts along.

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5

Brian Rentfro: 6

7
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Jon McDaniel: I didn’t know you could count that high.

Zout falls down, as the crowd boos at Viktor. Viktor picks up Zout and hits a devastating spine buster. Back outside, Ross suplex Noble back to the ring area. Ross goes and gets a chair and waits for Noble to get up and

*Whack*

Jon McDaniel: Ross just took of Noble’s head with that.

Brian Rentfro: Ross turns around and the Viktor jumps off the top rope the outside, but Ross hits him with the chair in mid air.

Jon McDaniel: With no rules, both teams are really taking it to extremes!

Ross throws the dented chair down and picks up Noble, but the Viktor chop blocks him. OH MY GOD!!! Zout just hit a suicide dive through the middle rope on the Viktor, knocking them both into the barricade. All four men are out. After what seems like minutes, Ross gets up and rolls the Noble into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t even know who the legal men are.

Brian Rentfro: That makes two of us. I don’t think anyone knows who are the legal men are now.

Jon McDaniel: Probably doesn’t matter, in this case.

The Noble low blows Ross, and gives him a DDT. And the cover

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2 ½

Back outside Zout slowly gets up and the Viktor gets up and charges him, but Zout catches him and stun guns him onto the ring apron. Zout slides into the ring and gives Noble a huge clothesline from behind causing him to spin. Zout grabs the Noble and puts him into a powerbomb.

Jon McDaniel: What is Ross doing?

Brian Rentfro: Ross climbs up the turnbuckle springboards off the top rope while Zout powerbomb Noble, while Ross hits a solid leg drop as Noble crashes to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: What a double team move!

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2… No the Viktor breaks up the count.

All four men start exchanging punches, until Noble and Ross role to the outside. Viktor kicks Zout in the stomach, pulls him around and goes for the Body Bag Bitches! However, Zout twists out of it, floats behind Viktor and catches him with the MarkOut!
He goes for the pin

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2… Noble tries to run in but Ross trips him up
3.

Brian Rentfro: What a match.

Jon McDaniel: Very much back and forth, but Zout and Ross come out on top!

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, and still PWA World Tag-Team Champions, The Renegade Souljahs!

Brian Rentfro: Now that they’ve taken care of both G.O.D. and Controlled Violence, what’s next!?

Jon McDaniel: Ya know, that’s a very… very good question.

Jethro Hayes vs Hunter Sullivan

PWA World Championship


Jon McDaniel: “Here we go, the main event, and introducing first we have Hunter Sullivan, whom promised a little something special for us this evening.


Jon is quite right as Hunter’s entrance starts up, the lights dim over the audience and the ramp way, stage, and ring lights up an angelic white. The screen on the ADC-ADCtron flickers to show a snake hanging from an apple tree, it’s eyes glow an demonic red. The serpent slithers up the trees letting the screen back up to show a male and female loosely clothed grinning and biting into an apple. With that the Sound system blares open with the repeated

“ho, ho, ho, Ho, ho, Ho, ho, ho.”
Yo, We at war
We at war with terrorism, racism, and most of all we at war with ourselves
(Jesus Walks)
God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down
(Jesus Walks with me) with me, with me, with me [fades]

With the opening of Jesus walks firmly started the fans look with interest to the stage where men dressed in cloth heckle aimlessly towards the way they came. The shattered woman appeared and seemed distraught and were crying, shaking their heads with distress. The women beg and plead as they back up onto the wide stage, all this mixed in with a chant ‘crucify him.’

You know what the Midwest is?
Young & Restless
Where restless (Niggas) might snatch your necklace
And next these (Niggas) might jack your Lexus
Somebody tell these (Niggas) who Kanye West is
I walk through the valley of the shadow of death is
Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless Uhhhh!
Try to catch it Uhhhh! It's kinda hard hard
Getting choked by the detectives yeah yeah now check the method
They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us
Saying "we eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast"
Huh? Yall eat pieces of shit? What's the basis?
We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases
A trunk full of coke rental car from Avis
My momma used to say only Jesus can save us
Well momma I know I act a fool
But I'll be gone 'til November I got packs to move I Hope

It’s now that the men and women who were once lacking formation now spread out and form a path straight to the ring, still fulfilling the obligation of the character they portrayed. With the sound of a cracking whip we see the head of a cross puncture the curtain sending a shock wave of awe and shock. Hunter staggers out from the back stage area lugging the large Wooden cross, chants of “ho,ho,ho” pick up as he is followed by men dressed in armor, taunting and teasing at the cloaked Viper.

[Hook x2]
(Jesus Walks)
God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down
(Jesus Walks with me)
The only thing that that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now
(Jesus Walks)
And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
(Jesus Walks with me)
I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long

Hunter is dressed loosely in a pure white cloak which drags at his feet. His head looks forward, and forward alone. A top his head is placed a barbed wire crown, placed loosely and without puncture. No need to cut himself before the match. Sullivan walks with determination as the giant, fairly heavy cross pressures down it’s weight on the Viper’s shoulder. With a stagger Hunter drops to his knees and the cross drops next to him. The men laugh, as the women are held back with teary eyes. A solider laughs and kicks the downed man before taunting the almighty savior of the PWA to stand.

To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the strippers
(Jesus walks with them)
To the victims of Welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah
(Jesus walks with them)
Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly
I know he hear me when my feet get weary
Cause we're the almost nearly extinct
We rappers are role models we rap we don't think
I ain't here to argue about his facial features
Or here to convert atheists into believers
I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers
The way Kathie Lee needed Regis that's the way I need Jesus
So here go my single dog radio needs this
They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes
But if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?
Well let this take away from my spins
Which will probably take away from my ends
Then I hope this take away from my sins
And bring the day that I'm dreaming about
Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out

Hunter stands to his feet and carries the cross back up with him, continuing his journey down to the ring. It’s only now that Hunter turns to an unknown woman and nods. She nods back, holding back tears as Hunter moves onward to a black mount laid upon the matting. Once to the black mount Sullivan stands firm and takes his cross and plants the end directly into the perfectly placed square hole. The fans look on intently as Sullivan steps up upon the apron directly in front of the cross, tossing out his arms in a crucifix pose. Cameras flash and flicker at the powerful symbol, the camera men getting a frontal
view for the perfect image.

(Jesus Walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
(Jesus Walks)
The only thing that that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now
(Jesus Walks)
And I don't thing there's nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
(Jesus walks with me... fades)
I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long

Sullivan steps into the ring and removes the crown slowly, placing it upon the apron. Slowly the Viper removes his cloak and drops it to he mat, revealing a new pure white pants with a snake wrapping down the leg with a Red apple placed firmly in its jaws. On the other side Sullivan is sprawled down the side in dark purple. As the music fades Hunter bounces side to side getting himself hyped for the match.

Jim Currey walks out onto the stage a fiddle in his hand. He puts the instrument up to his chin and tucks his chin down onto its smooth surface. The tune of "Thank God I'm A Country Boy" begins to play from the violin as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Brian Rentfro: Who is that guy?

Jon McDaniel: Jim Curry, best John Denver tribute artist in the world.

Brian Rentfro: Oh.

From the speakers booms a voice singing, it is hard to believe that this man on the stage is singing. He is playing for all he is worth on the stage as from the back, PWA World Title around his waist and microphone in hand comes the PWA World Heavyweight Champion... Jethro Hayes. He brings the microphone up to his mouth.

"Well life on the farm is kinda laid back"

The crowd explodes as Jethro is singing his own entrance music.

"Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack"

He goes from the center of the stage to his right away from Jim Curry.

"Its early to rise, early in the sack"

He begins to move back this time towards Jim Curry who is still playing the violin.

"Thank God Im a country boy"

Plush pigs, cows, and goats fall from the rafters to land in the crowd for every one of the fans.

"Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm"

Guns go off in the ring sending Jethro Hayes shirts into the crowd at various angles.

"My days are all filled with an easy country charm"

Jethro picks up a second fiddle(violin) and begins to play along with Jim Curry who looks up and nods.

"Thank God Im a country boy"

Jethro and Jim battle back and forth on the fiddle. Jethro takes a bit to play the beginning of the song as a technician puts a microphone on his overall strap. Jethro backs off and Jim Curry steps forward to play the same portion of the song.

Jethro: "I stand at six feet seven inches and weigh three hundred and fifteen pounds!"

Jim steps back, nodding at Jethro who steps forward and speaks as he plays some more of the song.

"I am your Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Champion and I am from Lean Ox, Georgia. I am..."

Crowd: JETHRO HAYES!"

Jethro and Jim both nod at the crowd as Jim takes over in the battle playing about twenty seconds before the chorus kicks into the song. Jethro removes the lapel mic, puts the violin down, and pats Jim on the shoulder before going to the middle of the stage(directly in front of the entrance ramp). Jethro holds up his hands and from the back six children come leading tame pigs by a leash down the ramp. Two stop at either side of the entrance ramp as two more stop in the middle(on either side of the entrance ramp), and the final two stop at the bottom.

"Well I wish I had me a fine wife but I got me a fiddle"

Six children come out from the back leading cows by a rope to stand beside Jethro.

"When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle"

They follow the same procedure as the pigs, the children leading the cows standing just in front of the ones holding the pigs.

"Life aint nothin but a funny funny riddle"

He looks out into the crowd, takes a deep breath and shouts/sings.

"THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY!"

The crowds' cheers haven't died down yet since Jethro came out. A horse is led from the back to stand beside Jethro. He climbs up on the horse and begins to move forward down the entrance ramp.

"When the works all done and the suns settlin low"

The kids holding the animals look up admiringly at Jethro who gave them the chance to be on television in such a high profile match up.

"I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow"

He continues to ride down the ramp making sure to look off to either side at the fans there.

"The neighbors are asleep so I keep it kinda low"

He reaches the bottom of the ramp and begins to go around the right side of the ring.

"THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY!"

He slows down the horse so that he can slap the hands of the fans at ringside, who all stretch out a hand to touch him and his beautiful brown horse.

"Id play sally goodin all day if I could"

He is in front of the announce table and Brian Rentfro looks up disgusted and a bit annoyed.

"But the lord and my life wouldn’t take it very good"

Jethro nods to the fans behind the announce table and motions for the announcers to move if they don't mind.

"So I fiddle when I could, work when I should"

Jon McDaniel doesn't mind, but Brian Rentfro sits there.

"THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY!"

Jethro goes behind the announcers' table to touch the fans' hands, Brian Rentfro eventually moves out of the way for Jethro.

"Well I wish I had me a fine wife but I got me a fiddle"

Jethro comes out from behind the table and touches the fans hands on the left side of the ring as he passes them

"When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle"

Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro sit back down in their seats.

"Life aint nothin but a funny funny riddle"

He stops the horse at the bottom of the entrance ramp and a technician is there to get the animal as he hops down.

"THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY!"

He walks up the ring steps before climbing up on that particular turnbuckle looking out to the crowd.

"Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels"

He points out to the crowd, the sweat beading on his forehead.

"I never was one of them money hungry fools"

He climbs down heading over to the other ring post, playing to that side of the crowd as well.

"I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools"

He drops down continuing on around the ring climbing up another turnbuckle pointing out to the crowd.

"THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY!"

He drops down heading to the final turnbuckle padding before climbing up pointing out to this section of the crowd.

"Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine"

He drops down to climb into the ring through the ropes.

"A lotta sad people thinkin that’s mighty keen"

He shakes his head at this certain lyric.

"Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean"

He takes off his hat and begins to roll it around in his hands.

"THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY!"

He spins around pointing out to all of the fans as they are getting even more pumped up.

"Well I got me a fine life I got me a fiddle"

The children with the animals begin to parade them around ringside.

"When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle"

They are moving fairly fast, but they are not running, just a steady pace.

"Life aint nothin but a funny funny riddle"

They reach the final corner after making their animal parade around the ring, they stop just at the bottom of the entrance ramp. Some are blushing and some appear to be nervous.

"THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY!"

Jim Curry continues playing the song, but the volume lowers somewhat. Jethro brings the microphone up to his lips.

"Ladies and gentlemen, fans around the world..."

The crowd pops at the mention of them.

"I ask that you give Sarah, Stephanie, Jerri Anna, Thomas, William, and Michael a round of applause for their helping me with my entrance here tonight, they were the ones that led the pigs around the ring for you fine folks!"

The crowd gives the six children a big round of applause for their work; they blush from the attention.

"I ask that you give Marie, Rose, Ginny, Allan, Jeff, and Ethan a big round of applause for leading the cows around the ring for you!"

The crowd does give them a big round of applause and as before, this group of children blush. Jethro smiles down at them.

"Thank you children for helping me out with my entrance."

He looks up to the stage where Jim Curry is still playing "Thank God I'm A Country Boy" softly.

"And last, but certainly not least, a big thanks to the best John Denver tribute player.... Jim Curry!"

Jim nods as the crowd cheers for him. The fiddle goes silent as he nods his head, takes a bow to the cheering crowd, and walks backstage. Jethro removes the belt, handing it to a ringside technician. He stares at Hunter Sullivan who climbs into the ring.

Hunter and Jethro share a malevolent glare across the ring at each other. The glimmer of the steel around them matches with the dark brown coloring of the tables that litter the ground elegantly. The Referee, Paul London gulps as he stands in between these two men, ready to call an easy match. Calling the match will be relatively easy considering there is only one single rule, grab the belt. Health personals stand at the lower portion of stage, giving the hint that this match is expected to be brutal, blood is foreseen, and the violence will be televised. The ref looks over both men reciting the rules before telling them to return to their corners. Hunter glances at Jethro’s large chain, balled up on his apron. Moving his eyes around he takes quick note of what weapons are where, a slight note made to the chain hanging from the rope next to him. Paul London moves in and waves his arms in the air towards the bell and the match begins.

Ding Ding.

Jon McDaniel: “ Oh dear, this match is going to be quite the doozy indeed.”

Brian Rentfro: “yeah, and I can hardly wait to see it.”

Hunter and Jethro waste no effort at all speeding forward meeting each other matching up with a lock up. The match starts seemingly technical, which obviously won’t last long, as Hunter shifts around tot eh rear and trips Jethro forward. Hunter quickly drops in amateur wrestling fashion and tries to circle and take a hold of the hurt arm! Jethro avoids it rolling and pushing himself to his feet, Hunter motions back to his feet and the two high level athletes lock up again. Jethro takes the advantage this time and grabs Hunter and without as much as a grunt tosses him into the turnbuckle and unloads with vicious
left and rights rocking Hunter around in the corner. Pulling back for a strong shot Hunter ducks and gets out behind the giant. Jethro turns around just in time for a solid dropkick to push him back first into the turnbuckle. Sullivan quickly gets back to his feet following up on his drop kick with a hard left hand. Jethro looks slightly dazed, bringing Hunter to attempt an Irish whip across the ring, the whip fails as Jethro switches it up and sends Hunter barreling instead. Jethro follows after looking to splash but gets a face full of boot instead causing the bigger man to stagger back. Hunter goes up to
the second rope and makes a dive, only to be caught in mid air with a bear hug!

Brian Rentfro: “Hunter gets caught diving off the top rope in a nice bear hug. No weapons have been brought into play here tonight…. yet”

Jon McDaniel: “You know as well as I do Brian, that that little fact won’t last long at all.”

Brian Rentfro: “I’m hoping on it.”

Jethro squeezes in on the move trashing Hunter around in his grasp. The air starts to fade, and before to much damage can be done, Hunter rakes the champion’s eyes. Jethro lets go and holds his eyes staggering around, oblivious to the fact Hunter is sprinting to the ropes, returning to deliver a solid knee clip. The champion drops down to his knee from the move, clutching at the impact point for a moment before he is rocked with a hard few knees to his face. Sullivan opts to finish the combo by grabbing the injured arm, and hammer locking it, perfecting the moment before dropping in a HAMMERLOCK DDT!

Jon McDaniel: “Painful DDT has Jethro on the ropes already.”

Hunter smirks and taunts the crowd having gotten such a nice opening advantage. The thought pops into his head that no weapons had been used yet in the match. With that he’s off to the races grabbing a chain off the ropes. Jethro starts staggering to his feet but is dragged to a corner and laid on the second turnbuckle. Things look bad as the fans boo, bringing a smirk across the Viper’s face, whipping the chain down across the bigger man’s back. Jethro hollers out in pain as another whip comes crashing down hitting the back. The symbolic nature of the whips brought more evidently as the towering cross
still stands outside the ring. Hunter repeats himself for a moment before a pained Jethro escapes to the outside, holding his back and staggering to the steel steps. Hunter tosses out his arms once again in a cross fashion, cut throating there after as he rolls from the ring, going to finish what he started. Hunter takes aim across Jethro’s head, charging at his opponent, only to be tripped forward! Hunter lands harsh on the steel steps, Jethro quickly takes advantage, grabbing the blasphemer and putting him back up to a vertical. Hunter is quickly thrashed back down on the steel steps and back up for a second
round, this time with the ring apron.

Jon McDaniel: “ Hunter gets treated to some nice face to apron treatment.”

Brian Rentfro: “You know you’re going to see a violent match when we are already getting into weapons.”

Jon McDaniel: “Indeed, things moved fast as Hunter brought that chain into play.”
Jethro takes a small recovery period as Hunter tries to pry himself off the mat. Sullivan gets himself to his feet and staggers back into the steel post, getting squished with a running splash! Sullivan’s back is slammed against the steel turnbuckle and he proves to be turned into an easy opponent, being rolled into the ring there after without much effort. Hayes looks to take his own measure of revenge, grabbing Hunter’s chain before rolling into the ring himself. Hunter starts to crawl to all fours, trying to get to his feet. Sullivan his cut off as the towering champion pulls the chain back across the challengers’ face! The camel clutch like move causes Hunter to bellow out in pain, gripping at the chain in hopeless defense. The vicious tugging is stopped and Hunter is pulled to his feet, Jethro looking to exact more punishment. The Southern hero lifts Hunter slightly on his shoulder ramming him back first into the turnbuckle. Hunter is draped there open for punishment. Jethro smirks, ready for some revenge, wrapping his elbow with the chain. With a look of murderous intent Jethro charges his opponent with a clothesline! No! Hunter counters drop kicking Jethro in the knee, face planting the giant into the corner. Things don’t end there as Sullivan moves back to his feet, hooking Jethro from behind, lifting with his back and legs, nailing a Belly to back suplex!

Brian Rentfro: “Holy, Hunter plants Jethro rather solidly with that belly to back suplex!”

Jon McDaniel: “And I must wonder what that takes away from the challenger who has been feeling the bad end of a nice few back shots.”

Brian Rentfro: “Well he seems to be doing okay if he can pull that one off.”

Hunter grasps at his back in pain from the lift but smirks at the moves success. Taking advantage of the downed Jethro, Hunter goes to grab a chair. Rolling to the outside Hunter quickly folds a chair laid by ringside, rolling back inside with another weapon of the metal mayhem. Jethro has made it back to a vertical JUST in time for a stiff chair shot to the wounded arm! Jethro holds his arm wincing in pain, only for Sullivan to rear back with another horrifying blast! Jethro topples to his knees and then down to the canvas, responding boos grow, matching a grin upon the Vipers face. Jethro kicks at the mat in
pain that only intensifies when Sullivan makes an insulting stomp to the wounded arm, following up with a chair jab. The fans in utter unison boo towards the Pantheon member in Hunter Sullivan. The Viper’s smirk doesn’t leave his face as he takes the chair and pushes it tug into the turnbuckles. The Hardkore Ikon makes his miniature return as he grips Jethro by the head bringing him to his feet. With a hard tug Hunter attempts to Irish whip the bigger man into the turnbuckle. The idea fails horribly as Jethro stays firm in his placement, his turn to smile before pulling Hunter in close for a harsh clothesline.


Brian Rentfro: “Jethro is worked over, Hunter takes aim for the arm and things seem to be one sided.”

Jon McDaniel: “Seemed to be, until Jethro launched back with that vicious clothesline.”

Brian Rentfro: “And what a hardcore clothesline it was.”

Hunter ‘s eyes are slightly glazed over, letting Jethro retrieve the steel chair that was tugged tightly between the buckle pads. Sullivan takes a bit to get back to his feet, and Jethro merely stalks over the smaller man. WHAM, back shot! Hunter staggers into the ropes from the impact! Jethro looks ready to unload again as Hunter spins himself on the ropes, turning face on to his adversary. Jethro lifts up for another shot, a look of desperation comes up on Hunter’s face as he quickly kicks Jethro in the stomach. Hayes stops dead, allowing hunter to follow up, nailing left and rights pushing the larger
man back away from him. The fans boo as Jethro staggers back to the center of the ring Sullivan regaining his upper hand. In a spurt back towards the ropes Hunter readies himself to connect with the final move of the combo, returning to nail a- VICIOUS CHAIR SHOT~!!!! Hunter topples back in a crumple as the chair becomes dented. Hayes shakes his head clear, taking in the situation for a moment.

Brian Rentfro: “That is it, Jethro just MURDERED Hunter with that chair.”

Jon McDaniel: “ K and O. Lets see the Viper get up after that shot.”

Jethro staggers to the ropes confident in his performance with the chair. Stepping over the top rope Jethro gets to the outside, looking and quickly finding what he was searching for, a ladder. Lifting up the ladder Jethro slides it into the ring following it in there after. Hunter is given some recovery time letting the Viper get to his feet. Jethro pries the ladder off the mat and takes aim at a turning Hunter, ramming the ladder directly into the chest of his opponent. The Viper finds himself back on the mat holding his chest in pain. Jethro looks up to the title and figures now to be the best time to attempt to retrieve it. Jethro spreads the ladder and finds a perfect position, attempting to climb the ladder. Sullivan fights the pain and grabs a steel chain right next to him. Hayes starts climbing up the ladder as Hunter wraps his leg in a steel chain. Jethro reaches up for the title tapping the end of the gold title. Not being able to grab it, he steps up one more rig, Jethro manages a nice grip on the belt! SPRING BOARD CHAIN WRAPPED SHIN KICK!
Jethro is nailed directly in the back sending both competitors crashing to the mat! The ladder tips and falls on the ropes and neither man looks to be in good shape.

Jon McDaniel: “ What a CRASH, Hunter saves himself the match, but he seemed to have hurt himself a little while doing it.”

Brian Rentfro: “Regardless, if Hunter can get to his feet he just might be able to grab the title himself!”

Sullivan is the first man to his feet, even after the brutal assault in order to save himself the match. Jethro is still down when Sullivan gets to his feet, and like the Viper he is, takes advantage of his situation. With Hunter’s leg still chained he backs to the ropes watching Jethro get to his feet, running in a vicious strike, punting Hayes in the ribs knocking him right back to the mat! Hunter doesn’t give up there and he takes the arm of his larger foe, stretching it out before him, leaping and dropping a chain linked knee upon the elbow! Jethro grips his arm and rolls over kicking at the mat in agony, Hunter enjoys the pain he’s inflicting like any Viper would. Hunter smirks as he grabs the arm once again, pulling it back and under his arm, wrenching in an arm bar. Hayes slams the mat with his fist, trying to fight through the pain of the arm bar. A déjà vu of two weeks ago plays over in his head as the submission contorts his arm. Unfortunately for Hunter, there are no submissions, and it is fruitless to keep on the hold. Sullivan tugs the arm and
stretches it out as he pulls Jethro to his feet near the ropes. Once at the ropes, Sullivan wraps the arm around the top rope and precedes to wrench it back in even more pain. The ref Paul London is hopeless to do anything, and the hold is held in until Hunter sees fit. Luckily Hunter lets go soon after and walks away from his opponent. Jethro takes grip of his arm and leans against the ropes, his face telling the tale of the constant arm assaults. Hunter undoes the chain wrapping his leg and wraps it over his fist, creating a makeshift brass knuckles. The Viper maintains a constant malevolent smirk as he charges and goes to connect with a horrid knuckle pun-Jethro tosses Sullivan over the top rope!

Brian Rentfro: ”Jethro SAVES himself, tossing Hunter over the top rope to the outside!”

Jon McDaniel: “Hayes is not out of the fire yet, as you can see his arm is taking quite the beating here tonight.”

Jethro takes a moment to give him arm some healing time, it doesn’t do to much for him, but it’s better then nothing. The need to follow up on a competitor like Sullivan takes brings Hayes to leave the ring in chase. Hunter staggers to his feet and wanders up the ramp a little before turning around and getting nailed with a hook. The Viper drops his chain and staggers back up the ramp more. Jethro follows up grabbing Sullivan and bringing him to the barricade next to the ramp, bringing his head down upon it. The fans tag Hayes in high fives, but soon move out of the way on the giants orders for their safety.
Pulling back with his arm Jethro clotheslines the challenger and former tag team champion over the top rope to the fan area. Fans cheer as Jethro follows Hunter into the crowd who are being told to move by security. They are happy though as Hunter gets a hard punch knocking him back to the ground as he tries to rise. The beat down continues as Jethro picks him back up and drags him along the fan area, being to sure to slap around the challenger as he goes. It’s around now that a fan extends out their fake leg to Jethro, The Southern hero looks at it and smirks, he looks to the crowd and points to it. The
crowd starts an uproar and chants “USE IT, USE IT, USE IT!!” Jethro responds taking the leg and takes aim, whacking Hunter over the head with the fake leg! Jethro hands back the leg to the fan, screaming and being embraced by the people around him.

Jon McDaniel: “And even in the middle of the match of Jethro’s life he finds himself some time for some light hearted interaction with the fans.”

Brian Rentfro: “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT.”

The fans pick up the chant with Rentfro, chanting “Holy Shit” at the leg shot. Jethro is humored but continues on with the match dragging Hunter along to a concession stand. Hayes drops Hunter’s forehead on the table knocking the challenger loopy and dropping him on the floor. Jethro looks through the T-Shirts at the concession stand and finds one representing the Pantheon. Hayes holds up the black shirt and proceeds to wipe off his sweaty face, following there after by wiping his underarms with it. Fans are in a chorus of cheers as Sullivan starts to get back to his feet… only for the shirt to be shoved down his throat!!! Mandible claw applied and the fans couldn’t be happier! Hunter gags and kicks until Jethro lets go, passing off the t-shirt to the same one legged man, who again cheers and is embraced by his collage buddies. Hunter chokes and coughs as he tries to get away, breaking into the ring side fans. Jethro follows like a stalking axe murderer as Hunter attempts to make a break over the barricade, only to be grabbed and stopped before be could make his escape. Fans cheer as Jethro tells them to abandon their chairs, lifting Hunter up and over his head in a gorilla press. The southern hero winces feeling his arm come into effect, but still he manages to toss Hunter INTO THE CHAIRS~!!! Hunter topples and crashes into the mess of steel, leaving him to look like a car crash victim. Feeling confident in his action, Jethro returns to ringside, grabbing the last unused weapon gimmick of the match, the table. Hayes sets up the table of the outside parallel to the ring, looking it over, he lacks satisfaction. Instead he grabs two or three chairs near him and lays them atop the table, grinning he grabs another table and lays it neatly on top providing the sandwich effect on the chairs. Satisfied, Hayes returns to grab his wounded foe. Reaching over the barricade Jethro grabs Hunter by his hair, lifting him up and attempts to pull him over the barricade. CHAIR SHOT!!! Jethro is nailed in the head with the chair leaving him in la-la land as he backs into the apron. Sullivan smirks as he leaps to the barricade with chair in hand. SPRING BOARD CHAIR DROP KICK!!!~!

Jon McDaniel: “ Wowzah! Jethro sets up some sort of table devise, has plans to use it but it’s thwarted with combo chair shots!”

Brian Rentfro: “Not any combo chair shots, but a spring board chair drop kick, and wait… YES, Jethro is bleeding!”

Brian is right, Jethro is trickling down the forehead! Hunter doesn’t notice yet trying to recover from the brutality this match has offered so far. Getting to his feet Sullivan takes notice to the table structure that he was unaware of until right now, he makes a mental note but before any sinister plan can be put into action Sullivan notices the ladder. Hunter rolls into the ring, heading for the tipped over ladder, bringing it to a set up position, glancing up he places the ladder directly under the belt. Without much waiting Hunter starts to climb up the ladder trying to reach his goal and grab the world heavy weight championship. It glimmers just out of reach as Sullivan steps up another rig. Got i- NO! Jethro rams the Cross into Hunter and knocks him off the ladder! Sullivan drops onto the ropes chest first and whip lashes himself back into the ring! Jethro drops the cross and takes in his breath, having nearly lost the match, in his rush, it is only now that he takes to the realization that he is bleeding.

Jon McDaniel: “Hunter falls victim to his very own cross that he brought to ring side!”

Brian Rentfro: “ Doesn’t look like god is all that much of Hunter’s side in this match.”
Jethro seeing the sight of his own blood grows rather angered. Getting to his feet the Southern hero walks over to the ladder and takes it hold, pulling it out flat on the mat. Hunter looks rather dazed and hurt, giving Hayes a good opportunity to pull the dead weight in between the legs of the ladder. Looking around the arena the fans look rather happy with the idea. Jethro lifts the upper half of the ladder and slams it down atop the challenger, lift, slam, lift, slam, lift, slam, slam, slam! The barrage of ladder shots brings the fans to a cheer, liking how the Viper is getting his ass handed to him. Still looking to put some impact into the move Jethro stomps atop the ladder. Not feeling satisfied Jethro looks around smirking at the Cross that had been brought into the ring. Picking it up with ease the World champion slams it down squishing the challenger in between the steel! Feeling better about what he’s done Hayes pulls Hunter out from in between the legs of the ladder. The Champ hoists up the cross and slams it down on Hunters stomach! Sullivan pushes it off as he coughs and holds his gut. Hayes isn’t finished however, as he lifts up the ladder and suplex’s it right atop his opponent. Hunter is hopelessly left upon the mat in pain, beaten and mauled. Jethro looks at his arm that is still bothering him and looks down with a vengeful intent. Pulling the ladder next to the Viper, Hayes places Hunter’s arm in between the ladder’s legs once again. Jethro taunts to the fans “SAAAWEEEEE” and with that Jethro runs to the ropes and returns leaping up with a leg drop on the ladder! No, Hunter pulls out his arm, leaving the hero to crash and burn! Hunter needs to take advantage of the opportunity that he just gave himself. While hurt, Hunter gets to his feet and lifts up the ladder that Jethro now had rolled away from, holding his rear. Hayes starts to get to his feet when Hunter makes a charge, Jethro turns and WHAM, big boot! Hunter drops back with the ladder directly atop of him. Jethro takes advantage and hits the ropes one more time, nailing a perfect leg drop!

Brian Rentfro: “Jethro shows his more dominate and violent side here tonight trying to beat and defeat his opponent in Hunter Sullivan.”

Jon McDaniel: “If there was ever a claim Hunter has made that has rung truer then any other, is that when he faces someone, he brings out their best. That’s what we are seeing here tonight, this may not be Hunter typical technical through down, but he can still hold his own.”

Hayes looks around the ring, chains, chairs, crosses, and ladders, the ring is however, missing the table aspect, and will gain one. The Southern hero exits the ring and doesn’t have to look hard or long before he finds a table set up against the barricade. Hayes slides the wooden table into the ring and follows behind it. Hunter has found within himself to get to his feet, it doesn’t last long as Hunter is rammed with the table Jethro has in his possession. Sullivan holds his gut and backs into the ropes to recover. Jethro on the other hand lays the table in the corner of the ring against the turnbuckle. Turning around Jethro grabs his opponent and goes to whip him into the table! Sullivan barrels towards the table but stops himself putting on the breaks inches away from the destructive end. Hunter turns around, three point stance, PLOOOOOOOWWW- LEAP FROG! JETHRO CRASHES INTO THE TABLE! Hunter breaths fast and hard from his fast thinking counter, staggering around he grows a smile realizing what he had just avoided. Jethro slumps out of the turnbuckle in a mass of twisted steel and wood. Hunter looks at the shards of table and merely grins at the Yard match flash back. Moving in, Hunter pulls Jethro out of the corner, grabbing the first sharp point shard he could find. Things don’t look good as Sullivan stands over the groaning Jethro. SLICE!! SLICE!! SLICE!!
Hunter slices away at Jethro’s chest! Like a pendulum Hunter slices back and forth cutting open Jethro’s chest with the wood! The fans cringe at the sight, and Hunter smirks at his handy work. Feeling empowered Sullivan stops, letting the Champion get to his feet. Jethro rolls over onto his chest and pushes himself up, his chest leaving a bloody blotch on the mat. Hunter smirks lifting up his piece of wood and bringing it down, cracking it off on Jethro’s back. Hayes topples a bit back to the mat but still tries to get to his feet. Finding no issue with that, Hunter walks around the ring grabbing the cross,
hoisting it up onto his shoulder, waiting for the Alliance’s face man to get to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: “This is getting rather violent, that goes passed brute power of a chair shot, Hunter actually cuts open the chest of his opponent!”

Brian Rentfro: “The fans get what they voted for, and then some! Hunter defiantly is fighting for that title here tonight, god knows how bad he wants it.”

Hayes manages to his feet feeling the stinging on his chest, only to be knocked clean over the top rope onto the apron! Hunter is a little disappointed that Jethro never tumbled to the floor but opts to look for a silver lining; he gets another chance to do it. With that thought in mind Hunter grabs a chain lying near him on the mat. Hayes gets himself onto his feet, he isn’t not very sturdy as he staggers along the ropes. Taking advantage of the situation Hunter runs in and wraps the chain over the back of the champion’s head, dropping down with a guillotine! Jethro feels the whiplash and falls to the outside!
Hunter gets to his feet and everything seems to be going well for him, now would be a perfect time to try for the belt! Turning around Hunter grabs the ladder and sets it up directly under the belt. The Viper starts to climb when a cheer changes his attention. Jethro seems to be getting back to his feet on the outside. Hunter gets back down off the ladder and looks to the outside, knowing climbing would be fruitless he opts to take Jethro fully out of the game. Making ground Hunter speeds forward, Jethro doesn’t have time to counter before he is NAILED with a suicide dive that pushes both men crashing
into the announcers table!

Brian Rentfro: “WOW, these two men crash into the front of our announce table here and are both down!”

Jon McDaniel: “Hunter was going for the belt, but with Jethro gaining to his feet he knew it be useless to try. Thus we have the result we see right in front of us, a table of bruised flesh.”

Neither man is very quick to move, but being the less wounded in that exchange Hunter gets to his feet. Not returning to the ring, Hunter tosses open the apron instead. Rooting around the challenger manages to find exactly what he was searching for, another steel ladder. Hunter doesn’t even have the energy in him to smirk at the idea as he hoists the ladder up, laying one half on the barricade and one half on the ring apron. Not forgetting about his opponent Hunter returns for Jethro, lifting him up off the ground. Taking aim the Viper Irish whips the Southern Hero across the matting chest first into the ladder!
Jethro is knocked back down solid, sending the ladder off its perch. Hunter Quickly fixes the ladder and looks around for the second part of his plan. It’s not long before a chair is picked up off the ground and accompanies Hunter back to his foe. The Viper now smirks as he climbs up onto the apron and then gingerly across the ladder. Hunter looks down at his opponent and tucks the ladder under his ar-KICK! Jethro kicks the ladder knocking Sullivan off balance onto his Testicals! A resounding “ohhhh” erupts from the males in the audience as there is a general sympathy for Hunter and his nether region. Hayes takes a moment to respond but gets back to his feet, planning for retaliation against his opponent. Prying the steel chair away from Hunter Jethro whams it on the ground like he’s about to bat, and swings a harsh shot onto Hunters head. Sullivan has no way to defend himself as he takes another shot, another, and one more for good measure. Hayes could head to the ladder, but he wishes to inflict some more revenge. Pulling Hunter out of his trap he lays the man limply across the rigs. Hayes smirks at the chain laying on the apron next to him, picking it up. The southern hero takes the chain, laying across
Hunter’s neck, letting each end dangle through the rigs. Jethro’s plan takes effect as he gets under the ladder, grabbing the chain ends and tugging on them choking out Hunter! Sullivan kicks and gags as the chain chokes him out to the sinister delight of the fans. Finally Jethro lets up going another route, taking a page out of Sullivan’s book Hayes takes the Steel chair, rolling into the ring and heads for the turnbuckle. The fans pick up and respond with cheers, the result looks rather predictable, but they don’t care, they want to see it. Jethro gets to the top rope and looks down at the soon to be carcass of Hunter Sullivan. Tucking the chair under his arm Hayes leaps and dives!! A CHAIR AIDED ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE~!!!~!! THE LADDER BENDS
IN HALF!!

Jon McDaniel: “SWEET MOTHER CHRIST! By God, Hunter was just BROKEN in two.”

Brian Rentfro: “This will be over here and now if Jethro goes for that belt!”

The elbow drop cost Jethro too, but he is the first to reach his feet, in fact, Hunter has not moved yet, except to fall off of the ladder. Jethro crawls to the ring apron and pulls himself up to a kneeling position then rolls into the ring gasping for breath and bleeding. Using the ropes for purchase, Jethro pulls himself heavily up to his feet and stumbles towards the ladder and the PWA World Heavyweight Title belt hanging above the ladder. Jethro looks up and climbs up the first rung. Jethro rests a bit as he looks over to where Hunter still is not moving and Jethro climbs up one more rung, then the third. The crowd all of a sudden starts to boo loudly as Jethro's hand touches the leather of the World Title, but the sight of the Phoenix rushing down to ringside stops him only seconds away from grabbing the World Title; the distraction is enough as Hunter Sullivan has rolled back into the ring, blood dripping from his wounds.

Jon McDaniel: What is he doing out here?

Brian Rentfro: Protecting his charges Jon, protecting his charges.

Hunter hits the ropes and swings a chain with a steel chair connected to it which catches Jethro in the temple sending him down off the ladder and slamming his throat on the top rope. Jethro falls back holding at his throat, both hands up there as he struggles for breath in this most important of matches. Phoenix laughs on the outside as he directs Hunter to begin climbing the ladder and retrieve the World Title and bring it back to The Pantheon for safe keeping. Hunter climbs up the ladder as slowly as Jethro did only moments before, he gasps for breath between each rung from his bruised ribs from just seconds ago. Phoenix gets into the ring to prevent Jethro from getting back up to his feet and he is urging Hunter on up the ladder, but Sullivan is going as fast as he can here in this match considering all the things he and Jethro have put their bodies through. Jethro sits up and yanks The Phoenix by the mask into the ladder and Hunter goes through the tables and steel chair from earlier in the match, but they had been forgotten, Hunter remembers them now because they just got up close and personal. Hunter lays amid the debris and The Phoenix is visibly upset at him being used in this way to prevent The Pantheon from regaining the World Title. He stomps over to Jethro who is struggling to rise up and Phoenix with a right hand and a boot to the face sends Jethro back down on the mat. Phoenix picks up a steel chair and levels it on Jethro's head with a sickening
”THWACK!"; looking pleased with his work, Phoenix climbs to the top rope and measures Hayes.

Jon McDaniel: This is two on one instead of the one one match that we were supposed to have.

Brian Rentfro: Don't you just love power?

Phoenix dives with The Ashes and nails Jethro perfectly in his heart with his finisher move and the crowd is letting him know what they think of him and his tactics. Phoenix walks over to the ropes and yells for Hunter to get in and finish the job he started. Hunter is unmoving in the pile of debris and is covered in blood, sawdust, and the steel remains of the table. Phoenix climbs through the ropes and to the outside where he begins to pull Hunter from the wreckage of this mess. Phoenix slaps Hunter in the face to bring him around and eventually Hunter opens his eyes and looks disappointed knowing that Jethro must have gotten the World Title by now. Phoenix points into the air where the PWA World Title still hangs over a fallen ladder. The Phoenix then points to the fallen Jethro; Hunter smiles as The Phoenix helps him up to his feet. Hunter holds up a finger as he pulls another table from under the ring and gets Phoenix to begin wrapping it with the steel logging chain that Jethro had for the match. The table is wrapped in the unforgiving metal and Hunter rolls into the ring. He pulls the current World Champion to his feet delivering a forearm shot until Jethro is up against the ropes. Phoenix gets up on the apron and holds Jethro's arms behind him to prevent him moving out of the way. Hunter hits the ropes going for the Viper Snap and nails it! Hunter nails the Viper Snap! But Jethro ducked out of the way just in time and Phoenix took the full force of the Viper Snap and lands on the chain wrapped table, but it does not break.

Jon McDaniel: He got exactly what he deserved!

Brian Rentfro: How can you say that?

Jethro with an Irish whip on Hunter, Hunter reverses and Jethro is running now. Jethro rebounds right into a back body drop that sends him flying up and over the top rope to crash through The Phoenix and the table breaks in half. The Phoenix grunts from the weight of Jethro and the pain of going through the table. Hunter turns around to see this, but knows that he must win the belt back for The Pantheon. Hunter sets up the ladder and begins to climb, this time faster than before. Looking up, Jethro sees Hunter climbing the ladder and he rushes, as fast as he can, to the ring apron and climbs up the ring steps there. Jethro, not normally a high flying person, climbs up the turnbuckle and just as Hunter touches the belt Jethro lands a sorry looking dropkick to the ladder, but it gets the job done as Hunter is prevented from grabbing the World Title belt. Hunter lands, crotching himself on the top rope and slowly falls to the apron before rolling on over to land on the outside mat. Jethro's foot gets caught in the ladder but he untangles himself from the now useless ladder. He slowly crawls over to the ropes and places first his right hand on the rope then his left hand on the second rope. Jethro is in a kneeling position as Hunter is somehow pulling himself up to his knees on the outside. Jethro stands wobbles for a second and falls back down to the mat, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head. Jethro is covered in blood, sweat, and bits of sawdust from this match. On the outside Hunter stands and does the same as he crumples down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Both men down and both men giving it their all. Some have had some help, some have done it all alone.

Brian Rentfro: What are you implying... exactly?

The elbow drop cost Jethro too, but he is the first to reach his feet, in fact, Hunter has not moved yet, except to fall off of the ladder. Jethro crawls to the ring apron and pulls himself up to a kneeling position then rolls into the ring gasping for breath and bleeding. Using the ropes for purchase, Jethro pulls himself heavily up to his feet and stumbles towards the ladder and the PWA World Heavyweight Title belt hanging above the ladder. Jethro looks up and climbs up the first rung. Jethro rests a bit as he looks over to where Hunter still is not moving and Jethro climbs up one more rung, then the third. The crowd all of a sudden starts to boo loudly as Jethro's hand touches the leather of the World Title, but the sight of the Phoenix rushing down to ringside stops him only seconds away from grabbing the World Title; the distraction is enough as Hunter Sullivan has rolled back into the ring, blood dripping from his wounds.

Jon McDaniel: What is he doing out here?

Brian Rentfro: Protecting his charges Jon, protecting his charges.

Hunter hits the ropes and swings a chain with a steel chair connected to it which catches Jethro in the temple sending him down off the ladder and slamming his throat on the top rope. Jethro falls back holding at his throat, both hands up there as he struggles for breath in this most important of matches. Phoenix laughs on the outside as he directs Hunter to begin climbing the ladder and retrieve the World Title and bring it back to The Pantheon for safe keeping. Hunter climbs up the ladder as slowly as Jethro did only moments before, he gasps for breath between each rung from his bruised ribs from just seconds ago. Phoenix gets into the ring to prevent Jethro from getting back up to his feet and he is urging Hunter on up the ladder, but Sullivan is going as fast as he can here in this match considering all the things he and Jethro have put their bodies through. Jethro sits up and yanks The Phoenix by the mask into the ladder and Hunter goes through the tables and steel chair from earlier in the match, but they had been forgotten, Hunter remembers them now because they just got up close and personal. Hunter lays amid the debris and The Phoenix is visibly upset at him being used in this way to prevent The Pantheon from regaining the World Title. He stomps over to Jethro who is struggling to rise up and Phoenix with a right hand and a boot to the face sends Jethro back down on the mat. Phoenix picks up a steel chair and levels it on Jethro's head with a sickening "THWACK!"; looking pleased with his work, Phoenix climbs to the top rope and measures Hayes.

Jon McDaniel: This is two on one instead of the one one match that we were supposed to have.

Brian Rentfro: Don't you just love power?

Phoenix dives with The Ashes and nails Jethro perfectly in his heart with his finisher move and the crowd is letting him know what they think of him and his tactics. Phoenix walks over to the ropes and yells for Hunter to get in and finish the job he started. Hunter is unmoving in the pile of debris and is covered in blood, sawdust, and the steel remains of the table. Phoenix climbs through the ropes and to the outside where he begins to pull Hunter from the wreckage of this mess. Phoenix slaps Hunter in the face to bring him around and eventually Hunter opens his eyes and looks disappointed knowing that Jethro must have gotten the World Title by now. Phoenix points into the air where the PWA World Title still hangs over a fallen ladder. The Phoenix then points to the fallen Jethro; Hunter smiles as The Phoenix helps him up to his feet. Hunter holds up a finger as he pulls another table from under the ring and gets Phoenix to begin wrapping it with the steel logging chain that Jethro had for the match. The table is wrapped in the unforgiving metal and Hunter rolls into the ring. He pulls the current World Champion to his feet delivering a forearm shot until Jethro is up against the ropes. Phoenix gets up on the apron and holds Jethro's arms behind him to prevent him moving out of the way. Hunter hits the ropes going for the Viper Snap and nails it! Hunter nails the Viper Snap! But Jethro ducked out of the way just in time and Phoenix took the full force of the Viper Snap and lands on the chain wrapped table, but it does not break.

Jon McDaniel: He got exactly what he deserved!

Brian Rentfro: How can you say that?

Jethro with an Irish whip on Hunter, Hunter reverses and Jethro is running now. Jethro rebounds right into a back body drop that sends him flying up and over the top rope to crash through The Phoenix and the table breaks in half. The Phoenix grunts from the weight of Jethro and the pain of going through the table. Hunter turns around to see this, but knows that he must win the belt back for The Pantheon. Hunter sets up the ladder and begins to climb, this time faster than before. Looking up, Jethro sees Hunter climbing the ladder and he rushes, as fast as he can, to the ring apron and climbs up the ring steps there. Jethro, not normally a high flying person, climbs up the turnbuckle and just as Hunter touches the belt Jethro lands a sorry looking dropkick to the ladder, but it gets the job done as Hunter is prevented from grabbing the World Title belt. Hunter lands, crotching himself on the top rope and slowly falls to the apron before rolling on over to land on the outside mat. Jethro's foot gets caught in the ladder but he untangles himself from the now useless ladder. He slowly crawls over to the ropes and places first his right hand on the rope then his left hand on the second rope. Jethro is in a kneeling position as Hunter is somehow pulling himself up to his knees on the outside. Jethro stands wobbles for a second and falls back down to the mat, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head. Jethro is covered in blood, sweat, and bits of sawdust from this match. On the outside Hunter stands and does the same as he crumples down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Both men down and both men giving it their all. Some have had some help, some have done it all alone.

Brian Rentfro: What are you implying... exactly?

Jethro rolls out of the ring and falls to the outside floor, he uses the ringsteps to pull himself to a somewhat vertical base. Walking over to the debris where Phoenix still lay, Jethro tosses the former World Champion out of the way and pulls the big log chain out of the wreckage before dragging it around with him to where Hunter has gotten back up to his feet. The Viper sees Jethro coming and motions for the big man to bring it on, he is ready. Jethro drops the chain and they go at it like they have just started the match, blood flies with each punch each man lands. Hunter low blows Jethro with the toe of his boot and Jethro clutches at himself. Hunter with a European uppercut and an elbow drop on his neck sending Jethro down to the floor. Hunter snatches a steel chair from a fan at ringside bringing it down on the rising back of Jethro Hayes. Once, twice, and a third time. Placing the chair down on the floor, Hunter pulls Hayes up to his feet and slams him forehead first into the steel chair busting him open even further. Hunter is on a rampage as he whips Jethro back first into the announce table and once again these two announcers are right there with the action. Hunter charges with the chair, but Jethro back body drops him onto the table and into the laps of Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro.

Jon McDaniel: Whoa, the action literally right on top of us.

Brian Rentfro: Right here with us it is.

Blood covers both announcers from where Hunter has landed in their laps. Jethro pulls the monitor from the slot in the table and slams it glass first into Hunter's face. Hunter grabs the lap top of Brian Rentfro and cracks it over the skull of Jethro just as he had slammed the monitor into his face. Hunter finishes rolling onto the floor and Jethro falls back first onto the floor as well. Once again, both men are down in this match up of wills. Brian and Jon get out of the way, knowing the action is far from over here in this area of the arena and Hunter pulls himself up to his feet, using the railing there, Jethro uses the announce table to do the same. Hunter pulls the chair that Rentfro was using and chunks it at Jethro's head, the big man ducks under the chair, but that is the opening that Hunter needed as he launches himself from the table with a cross body causing Jethro's head to bounce off the ring apron. The back of Jethro's head is now soaked in blood from the wound on the back of his skull and both of these men look like they have been dipped in red paint, but the only red stuff here isn't paint, it is their own lifeblood. Hunter reaches around Jethro to get the chain and slowly begins to wrap it around Jethro's neck, pulling it tight with each turn. Jethro is turning red from the lack of oxygen and with about five feet of chain left to use, Hunter begins to whip the hook end of the chain violently into Jethro's flesh. The skin parts from the hooks digging into it and Jethro is unable to scream in pain because he is unable to get oxygen.

Jon McDaniel: Come on, he can't breathe!

Brian Rentfro: This is all perfectly legal Jon, as legal as an ankle lock.

Hunter walks over to the ladder that had been his demise from earlier and tries to set it up; it doesn't work. But Hunter places the bent side up in the air and pulls Jethro over to it using the chain wrapped around his neck. Hunter decides against that idea and finds another ladder and sets this one up as Jethro is beginning to unwind the chain from around his neck. Hunter boots him in the back and wraps the chain tightly around his neck once more. Hunter hoists the chain over his shoulder and begins to climb up the rungs of the ladder; he looks back to make sure Jethro is following him obediently and Jethro indeed is. Hunter reaches the top of the ladder and stands on its top looking down on the fans at ringside. He looks back at the hanging Jethro and leaps over the other side of the ladder, the effect? Jethro is dangling from the top of the ladder, choking to death from a log chain. Hunter laughs at Jethro's predicament because he is powerless to do anything to save himself. Jethro's eyes begin to widen out of their sockets as he sways from side to side and eventually, the chain falls off the top of the ladder as Hunter's smirk leaves. Hunter stomps on the back of Jethro's head, causing the bottom of his boot to be stained red with Jethro's blood.

Jon McDaniel: How is Jethro not dead?

Brian Rentfro: Because hicks are like roaches, they are hard to kill.

The Phoenix is stirring after such a traumatic experience and stumbles around to slide a new ladder into the ring for Hunter to climb and win the match. Jethro is still unconscious on the outside of the ring as Hunter slides in under the bottom rope and makes his way to his feet. Hunter is a third of the way up the ladder when the cheers of the fans cause his progress to halt as he turns to find Jethro standing, chain wrapped around his throat and all. Hunter is about half-way up when the hook end of the chain digs into the flesh of his back and he yells as the hook actually tears flesh away from each other. Phoenix runs over and yanks the chain out of Jethro's hand as he goes for another whip on Hunter's back, but instead he chokes Jethro some more.

Jethro falls forward into the ladder, causing Phoenix to fly over his bent over body and land head first on the ladder. Hunter falls from the top of the ladder just as his hands brushed the leather of the belt and he flies over the top rope to the debris where Phoenix had so recently lain. Jethro unwraps the chain just enough to breath as he sets up the ladder. He shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs, and begins to climb, the chain dangling from his neck. Jethro is on the rung before the top of the ladder and he looks down, no interference whatsoever. He finishes his climb and unhooks the PWA Heavyweight Title.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and STIIILL Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Champion... Jethro Hayes!

Jethro holds the belt to his chest as the blood loss and wear of the match get to him and he passes out on top of the ladder to fall and slam into the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro Hayes has done it and once again Hunter Sullivan has been denied!

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe it; how does that hick manage?

Angry, Hunter begins stomping on the unconcious Jethro Hayes, and Phoenix joins Hunter in the beatdown. The crowd roars as Riona Langly, Bubba, Emperor Ian, Ryan Ross and others come racing down and chase the two Pantheon Members from the ring. Together they hoist Jethro up and help him from the ring as the crowd cheers massively.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro survived this one, but you know the stakes have just gotten much, much higher for him.

Brian Rentfro: Well, maybe, but check it out; Jethro, Riona, Ross... they hold the major titles now... Pantheon has no gold.

Jon McDaniel: Perhaps not, but you know they won't settle for this for long. We're out of time, everyone, see you in a week for Rampage!

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