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Cluster FXXX!
05-09-2009


Matt Stone vs Alex Noble

Singles Match


Recap: The match starts off and they lock up. Noble starts it off with a side hammerlock. He turns it into a regular hammerlock then into a headlock. He holds the headlock for a few seconds before Matt Stone backs him into the ropes and sends him across the ring. Noble comes back and tries to slide between Matt Stone's legs, but Matt Stone drops to him knees above Noble's chest and starts hammering his face. The ref warns him and when he looks Noble kicks him in the back and he falls off. Noble picks him up, whips him into ropes. Noble bends over and hits a back body drop. Noble turns around and tries for a quick leg drop, but Matt Stone rolls and he lands hard. Matt Stone runs into the ropes, comes back and sit-out dropkicks Noble in the face and he falls back. Matt Stone hooks the leg. 1.. 2..kick. While he's still down Matt Stone runs into the and climbs up to the second rope. He sets up for a back elbow drop or something but Noble jumps up and charges Matt Stone. He hits him in the back and Matt Stone falls on the ropes. Noble gets Matt Stone up on his shoulders and falls back for a belly-to-back type suplex. Noble goes for a pin. 1... shoulder-up. Noble picks him up and sets him up for a powerbomb. He tries for the powerbomb but only gets him half way up. Matt Stone kicks and comes back down, the back-body drops Noble who, in turn, holds on and goes for a sunset flip. Matt Stone counters by dropping to him knees again for an axe-handle to Noble's face but Noble hits him in the stomach as he drops. Matt Stone's knees buckle and Noble pulls him into the sunset flip anyway. 1...2...shoulder! Noble stands and lifts Matt Stone up and whips him into the ropes. Noble bends over for the back-body drop but the Matt Stone comes back and kicks him in the face. Matt Stone whips him into the ropes. As Noble comes back Matt Stone tries to gorilla press him but Noble kicks and comes down behind him but before his feet hit the mat Matt Stone grabs his head and brings him down in a front neckbreaker. He tries for the pin. 1...2...thr-KICK! Noble barely gets the kick. Noble starts to get up but Matt Stone pulls him up and DDTs him. Matt Stone goes out onto the apron. He springs off the second, over the top, and leg drops Noble. He picks Noble up and whips him but Noble reverses it. Matt Stone comes back and Noble tries to press him up. Matt Stone kicks, comes down behind him and kicks him in the groin from behind which the ref does not see. Noble bends over and Matt Stone grabs him and hits a massive power bomb. Matt Stone makes the cover. 1...2…3!

Winner: Matt Stone

Backstage Confrontation


The camera comes on to reveal Jacob Figgins in the PWA backstage area. Jacob had yet to get into his ring gear, he wore a black shirt with blue words saying. "Fig Effected to the Max" A shirt he had been selling since his Indy career.

"Ryan Ross, tonight is going to be a night you regret. You better take this match as far possible because I have a feeling this will be the last night the spot light lands on you. The night when those fans watch their hero yet again fall before them. Yet again... "

Ryan stepped into view wearing the Renegade Souljahz brand new RS anime style shirt with cute little chibi versions of the members he is also holding onto his newly won PWA Tag Team Championship.

“Hey Faggins I couldn’t help but over hear you spitting out some BS about me. Well sorry to disappoint you bro, but it’s just me and you tonight not a rematch. In fact I think this will be the first time me and you actually go one on one in our long history in this business, it’s to bad that your gunna lose huh.?”

Ryan smirked and waited for a response.

"Listen, I know that it is going to be one on one tonight. And that is going to be your down fall. Without your emo buddy helping you, you can't seem to actually claim a win worth remembering. What else can I say? You're a joke."

Ryan shrugged.

"Well you may actually have me there, but then again I guess it doesn't matter because I beat you...or well, WE beat you and Cunter which is worthy enough for me. But I have to agree with something you said I'm quite funny but I'm sure that's why you called me a JOKER...but that was obvious Faggins and the joke will be on you tonight. But hey listen I feel bad for taking away your title so how about we raise the stakes a bit in our match tonight? you know so it will be I don't know High Stakes?"

"Ha! You want to raise a wager against ME!? Please tell me you are joking. Let me guess, you are wanting me to bet on something stupid like me leaving the Pantheon if I lose. That sounds like desperation to me. Desperation coming from the guy who just took a title off me? Damn that isn't very becoming champion mindset. I see exactly what is going on here, you're scared of me. And right now you are scheming on some thing to eliminate G.O.D. Cause you know you won't keep that title with us around. Your schemes may work in some comedy based promotion where you can go by names like 'Flex Buffington'. But it won't work here, and it won't work with me."

Ryan chuckled.

"Ha ha Faggins your the funniest man alive. Why would I want the weakest link of the pantheon on my great team? It's most obvious I wanted to bet a peanut butter sandwich on this match but now that you mention it, I feel that this wager should be for you to leave the pantheon and join the Renegade Souljahs, because well even taking the weakest link is still taking a link from the might chain of the pantheon. Besides that Lit needs someone with his skill level to train with we are just to good for him. So what do you say FAGGINS are you scared your gunna lose, LOSER. Taunty taunt taunty taunt mc taunterson, what do you say?"

"Well, I was going to bet something meager as well. But since you raised the stakes, I figure I'll keep it fair. How about if....no WHEN I beat your sorry ass all over the ring, your little team becomes what it should of stayed four years ago. Retired, out of commission. You know this ought to be the easiest bet I have taken. Better enjoy this titles while you can, because after the titles become vacant tonight they will go around waists that actually deserve them.

Ryan looks down at the ground. Then lifts his head up with a Cheshire grin. (Suck on that, Cham.)

"Oh, Faggins... You think that I'm afraid to lose to you? Because I don't give two shits about me and Mark's careers. Because I don't and the fact of the matter is I'm not going to lose (looks at camera and winks) So I ask you this Faggins, Who are you? and since it was a rhetorical question the answer is simple the next member of the greatest team to ever conquer a promotion in the history of the jesusverse, because we all know the RS is like the love child of Jesus and Heaven and soon I guess we will have a G.O.D."

"We'll see lad. The fates may smile upon you tonight in one of their serendipitous whims. But it is highly doubtful. You see, while I am being revered for being one of the best in the world, you are just some guy who held one half of the tag team titles. You see , Ross, unlike you I have the skill that makes the fans ooh and ahh. While you have to resort to some fecal humor just to get the fans to pay attention to you. My name will be plastered in halls of fame, while you sit at some nursing home, your body and mind broken in your fruitless quest for fame. Yeah, I heard the talk from the fellow GWC members. They think I am a has been. Well Ross at least I have been, while you still have yet to be. Now, I need to go to my locker room and lace up my wrestling boots. Maybe you should take that time to rethink our bet. Who knows, I MIGHT be feeling generous."

Jacob turns his back to Ross and exits stage right.

Bubba vs Riker vs Maverick vs Marxx

Fatal Fourway


Recap: After all four men were introduced, the bell rang and mayhem ensued. Bubba did as he said, and started kicking ass, mostly on Jonathon Riker, who became the punching doll for all three of them. Maverick and Marxx had their fair share, before turning on each other. Bubba decimated the former TV champion and world title contender, but couldn’t make the pin cause each time he tried, Maverick and Marxx stopped their war to break it up. As Riker lay in the corner, bloodied, the three did battle, each trying to out do the other with a mix of brawling and mat based technical wrestling. Marxx, the TV Champion then took control, tossing Maverick out of the ring and hit a jackknife powerbomb on Bubba, when Riker dived in and made the save. Riker threw Marxx into the ropes, but Maverick pulled them down, spilling Marxx to the outside. Maverick got in, ducked a clothesline from Riker, only for Bubba drop kick Maverick, spin Riker around and perhaps in a prelude to Sunday, hit the Trailer Park Trash and pinned Riker in the center of the ring for the 3. Post match, Maverick and Marxx double teamed Bubba until the crowd roared as Jethro Hayes raced down and chased the two M’s off. Bubba and Jethro just looked at each other, before the commercial break.

Winner: Bubba

Jacob Figgins vs Ryan Ross

Singles Match


The lights in the venue dim as a hand becomes visible throwing the entrance curtain open. And out comes the Celtic Fury receiving a mixed reaction from the audience as "Battle Song" blares into the speakers.

Hear the sound of swords fulfill the night
Feel the winds of death on your skin
See the arrows fly, flaming in the sky
Hear the screams of men, as they die

At the top of the entrance aisle, Figgins turns his back to the audience outstretching both of his arms and leaning back. Finally he spins on one foot and spits energy drink onto the aisle in front of him. Letting his arms fall back down to his side he began his trek towards the squared circle

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

"Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 267 pounds...He is the Celtic Fury...JACOB FIGGINS! "

Silence now falls upon this blood red field
Vultures feasting with the flesh of dead bodies
"This is a great moment for all of us
but now its time to head back home victorious"


The lights returned to normal and Figgins raised his head letting the audience's eyes grace him. Looking from left to right, a smirk crawled across the features of Figgins as he runs up the ring steps and walks along the apron taking a swig of his energy drink before putting the bottle down next to the southeast turnbuckle. He leaned against the ropes outstretching his arms once more and spraying a light mist onto the floor outside the ring.

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

Finally entering the ring, via the top and middle ropes, Figgins turns on one foot and extends his arms for a final time acting as if it was a privilege to the audience to watch him perform in the squared circle and within the venue itself. Dropping his arms he takes off his ring jacket and throws it outside of the ring to get prepared for his upcoming bout.

Jacob finally turns his attention to Ross, gripping the top rope, he squats down while the referee first begins to check Ross. Finding nothing on Dipped in Sauce, the ref turns to Figgins who pulls himself back to his feet. The ref checks Figgy as well but a bit more thoroughly than he checked Ross. “He's the one that spits crap in people's eyes and you're worried about me?” Jacob says to the ref expressing his annoyance at the bias. Figgins receives a glare from the ref before he points to the time keeper to get the match started.

DING DING DING!

Ross with his usual cocky smirk upon his face struts to the center of the ring holding out his hand for a display of mutual respect between the two. Figgins looks down at the extended hand of Ross then back to his face. Finally, in return Figgins extends his left foot and kicks the hand away. While Ross took a second to shake the brief pain in his hand, Figgy gets on the offensive by launching an elbow to the side of Ross' head. Stunned, Ross staggers back a step, Figgy once more on the offensive wraps up on Ross and nails him with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex.

One! Two! KICKOUT!

Brian Rentfro: “And there's Figgy showing Ross that it was foolish to make his bet. “

Jon McDaniel: “Impressive bridge there with the suplex. But Ryan found enough to kick out”

Only a two count, but Figgy smirks with satisfaction getting his point across to Ross. There is going to be no fooling around in this match. Ross pulls himself back to his feet, obviously the offensive from Figgins wiped the smirk right off his face. Both men promenade to the center of the ring and circle one another before Ross raises a hand up, wanting to initiate a knuckle tie up. Ross tries to power Figgins into the corner but fails as the “Celtic Fury” pushes back, using his superior weight to push Ross' shoulders to the mat. But, before the ref could even check on the man's shoulders, Ross shows off his neck strength by arching his back to avoid the pinning predicament. Ross begins to push himself back to a vertical base , but not fully, he drops back and pushes his feet into Figgin's gut sending him up and over with a monkey flip.

Brian Rentfro: “Did Ross really just try a test of strength against Figgy?”

Jon McDaniel: “Apparently Ross had benefited from it”

Figgy quickly scrambles back to his feet, before Ross could even attempt to use some grounded maneuver. Ross rebounds off the eastern ropes, extending his right arm charging forth and attempting a LARIAT-No! Figgins hooks Ross' extended arm with his own and takes Ross off his feet with a hip toss. As soon as Ross hits the mat, Figgins instantly transitions the hold into a quick arm bar. Not really expecting this move, Ross was unable to counter it, but begins to scoot over toward the ropes and places his foot on the bottom rope. The ref approaches Figgins and commands him to drop the hold, but Figgy does not comply and the ref begins to count. Once the count got to three, the ref told Figgins to release the hold, and this time he did, but glares to the ref. “I got till five!” Figgins says while Ross pulls himself to his feet and takes advantage of the fact that Figgy was distracted by the ref and slaps on a quick side head lock on the G.O.D member.

Brian Rentfro: “Ross is going about this all wrong. Figgins is a world class grappler, you are going to need some strategy to outwrestle him “

Jon McDaniel: “And Ryan Ross is going to feel a lot weaker with that arm. I must agree, when Figgy finds a target, he sticks to it. ”

With a quick and skilled reaction, Jacob grabs the arm that is cutting off his air supply by the wrist and slips out of the hold. Jacob wrenches Ross' arm behind his back, locking in a hammerlock. Keeping the lock applied, Figgins transitions to the front and hooks in a front face lock as well. Figgy drops to the mat back first, making Ross land head first, planting him with a hammerlock DDT. Figgins, seeing the end quickly goes for a cover. The ref drops to the mat to examine Ross' shoulders before counting the pin.
One! Two! SHOULDER UP!

Brian Rentfro: “Ross is just delaying a brooding defeat in this match. . “

Jon McDaniel: “Getting driven on his head is not going to improve his odds of Winning”

Figgins grumbles something about the ref counting too slow and pulls Ross by the hair to a seated position. Figgins squats down behind him and positions himself for a hold similar to a grounded abdominal stretch but instead of torquing the hold, Figgins decides to work on the neck and head area again by driving an elbow straight into his jaw. Figgy continues to rain a flurry of elbows to the area, the ref unable to do anything about it, seeing as it was perfectly legal. As Figgy continued the assault, the crowd soon began to build up a chant of. “You're gonna get your jaw broke” directed toward Ross. Finally Ross managed to gain his composure enough to try and fight his way out of the move. Ross fires back an elbow right into the ribs of Figgins. Figgy strikes right back by firing an elbow back to the jaw of Ross. “Dipped in Sauce.” began to realize that it would take more than one elbow to make the relentless attack to stop. Ross began to fire back more elbows, this time in rapid succession until Figgy finally let go and his attack ceased.

Brian Rentfro: “The hardest elbow in the business raining down on the Jaw if Ross “

Jon McDaniel: “Why doesn't the ref stop him!”

Figgins pulled himself back to his feet, favoring his ribs slightly. Ross had a bit of trouble with balance, from all the strikes to the face, but managed to recover rather quickly. The ribs of Figgy were now a target to Ross, and he made that known by landing a hard toe kick in that area. Figgins doubled over and Ross quickly slapped on a front face lock his free arm went to the near leg of Figgy, grasping the tights to aid him in pulling up the larger man and slamming him back first with a snap suplex. Ross floats over and goes for a cover, hoping that the move just might be enough
One! Two! SHOULDER UP!

Brian Rentfro: “Sorry Ross, that won't be enough “

Jon McDaniel: “If Ross continues to hit moves like that, it will be”

It seems Ross made it clear what area he was targeting in the match. Once Figgins gets to his feet, Ross begins to charge. But Figgy side steps the attack an decided to work on the arm once more, with an arm wrench to Ross. Figgy made sure the torque the hold a bit longer , further weakening the arm he had been working on. Ross counters the arm wrench into one of his own. Figgy rolls forward and back to his feet. His foot pushes the back of Ross' knee and pushed him to the ground. Figgins shifts Ross' arm wrench into an overhead wrist lock. Ross, grabs the hand applying the hold and powers his way back up. Ross decides to end the exchange by kicking Figgins in the ribs. Figgins doubles over once more, favoring his ribs once again.

Brian Rentfro: “Figgy deters Ross from his attacks. He's showing Ross he's just better “

Jon McDaniel: “ And he got a kick to the ribs for his troubles”

Ross backs up and nails Figgins with a short arm lariat. Figgins backs up into the northern ropes, holding on to them for support. Ross backs up once more, hoping to send Figgins over the ropes with a LARIT-NO! Figgins ducks under and pulls the top rope down. Ross flies right over the ropes and Crashes to the outside. The ref goes up to the end of the ring and begins to count.
One! Two! Three!

Brian Rentfro: “Figgy is just schooling Ross in this match. “

Jon McDaniel: “Can he make it in before the ten count!?”

Figgins backs up, waiting for Ross to get back into the ring. Out of sight to the ref, Danny Demonstar is seen running down to the ring from within the crowd. Danny makes it down to the ring and jumps onto the apron. The ref did not see him, but Figgins seemed to sense the old enemy's presence and wheels around. Danny attempts to grab Figgy by the head and pull him down for an apron stun gun, but Figgy counters with two hard elbows to the chest, knocking him off.

Brian Rentfro: “What the hell is Danny doing here!? “

Jon McDaniel: “It looks like Danny is trying to get a metal edge over Figgy before his match with Maverick ”

Figgy wasn't done with the demonic one. He darted to the center of the ring, then back toward the ropes. Figgy leaps over the ropes and out of the ring, nailing Danny with a FOREARM SUICIDA!! Danny crumbled to the floor from the attack. Figgins wasn't satisfied, however. He grabbed Danny by the collar and attempted to pull him back up. But, Danny spat blood into Figgy's face causing him to recoil back. Danny shot up and whipped Figgy into the ring, at the same time Ross finally got back into the ring at the count of six. Ryan sees the situation and pulls Figgy back to his feet as he tried to wipe the blood from his eyes. DIPPED IN SAUCE DRIVAHHH! Ross goes for the pin.
One! TWO ! THREE!

Brian Rentfro: “Fire Dwayne Cross! Does he realize what he just did “

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like the resistance has Danny to thank for significantly weakening the Pantheon”

Ross got back to his feet his cocky smirk rolls across his features as he begins to play to the ground. Figgy regained consciousness in time to see the ref holding up Ross' hand. Figgy couldn't believe it, he was now out of the Pantheon and in the Renegade Souljahz, it seemed the arrival of Demonstar brought some past hostility. Jacob shook his head and got back to his feet, wanting to just leave the ring.

Eric Emerson: “Here is your winner RYANNNN ROSSS”

Ross approaches Figgy and extends his hand. Figgy grumbles something before he reluctantly accepts and returns the hand shake....fade to commercial.

Jethro, Chamelion, Viktor, PX & Ian vs Sullivan, Riona, Zout, KK & Shadow

Champion Cluster FXXX!


DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the Championship Cluster-*beep* match of the evening!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from Team number one, here is the current PWA IC Champion; Shadow Starr!

“Last Resort” by Papa Roach takes over, which leads to Shadow Starr heading down to the ring, his PWA IC title over his shoulder.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, he is one half of the current PWA Tag-Team Champions, Mark Zout!

“No Mercy” by Mark Wahlberg plays and Mark Zout walks down the ramp with the PWA Tag-Team title around his waist, playing to the crowd the entire way.

Eric Emerson: Next, it’s The Kumquat Kid!

"Look At Me, I'm A Winner" by The Aquabats plays and The Kumquat Kid runs down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans.

Eric Emerson: And now, Riona Langly!

"Planet Hell" by Nightwish starts up and Riona Langly heads down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: And their Team Captain, he is the number one contender to the PWA World Championship, Hunter Sullivan!

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

Brian Rentfro: This is going to be a really interesting match, what with the teams the way they are.

Jon McDaniel: As it stands, you have rivals Hunter and Zout, who just fought over the Tag titles, on the same team, and Shadow Starr will be defending his IC title against Riona next week at High Stakes. Last, but not least, The Kumquat Kid, who’s two opponents are on the opposite team, which is about to be introduced.

Eric Emerson: And now, their opponents, first up, it’s Emperor Ian!

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

Eric Emerson: And his partner, Project X!

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

Eric Emerson: Now, their tag-team partner, it’s Viktor Stone!

"Away" by Mercy Drive begins to play as Viktor Stone steps out from the smoke rising up from the entrance ramp. Stone is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey "Controlled Violence" hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up. He makes his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Next, he is the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion, Chamelion!

“Voices” By Rev Theory plays and Chamelion walks down to the ring with a smirk on his face.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, and team captain, he is the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion; Jethro Hayes!

“Thank God I'm a Country Boy” by John Denver plays and Jethro comes out, with the PWA World Title over his shoulder and looks thrilled, and he walks down the ramp, spending time with the fans along the way.

Brian Rentfro: And if you thought team number one was a cluster, check this out! Pantheon member Chamelion, allied with Jethro Hayes, as well as his one opponent for High Stakes, Emperor Ian!

Jon McDaniel: And you know Chamelion doesn’t like Project X, but he has to worry about both his opponents on the opposite side of the ring, and that just leaves Stone, who would love a chance to demolish Mark Zout, to soften him up for their tag match next week!

In the ring, both sides seem to be arguing over who will begin. On Team two, Chamelion has already stepped outside, clearly stating he won’t start. On Team one, it seems that everyone is suggesting that the Kumquat Kid begin, who seems just fine with that decision. Finally, on team two, and a bit of pushing and shoving, Project X decides to just get it over with, and starts for his team.

Brian Rentfro: So it’s Project X against the Kumquat Kid to start things off!

DING DING DING!

The start of the match has KK doing his best to avoid PX’s grip while testing his legs with sharp kicks. PX gets frustrated and catches KK and throws him into the corner, but before he can hit a back elbow, KK ducks and hits his own back elbow and prances backwards, grinning. PX turns and rushes KK, but KK sidesteps and trips PX, who stumbles, but doesn’t go down. KK runs for a clothesline, but PX catches KK and hits the Probe, shocking the crowd! KK rolls away, gasping, and manages to tag in Mark Zout.

Zout steps in, tentatively, and PX motions for him to ‘come here’. Zout and PX circle each other, and as Zout goes for a lock up, he ducks under PX and comes up behind him and tries to lock on a sleeper. The problem is, PX is larger then Zout and he just flips him over. Zout crashes to the canvas, holding his lower back, and PX steps in and grabs him by the hair. Zout punches hard, connecting with PX’s throat, forcing the monster backwards. Zout jumps up, runs to the ropes and bounces off, and hits a solid drop kick on PX, but the big man just stumbles, and it’s Zout who winds up on the canvas again. Looking up at PX with surprise, Zout backs to his corner and holds his hand out, which is tagged by Shadow Starr!

Starr, knowing he has to deal with PX next week, rushes in, hoping to find an advantage, and rolls under PX’s swing, and swipes at the back of his leg where the knee bends. The trick works and PX loses his balance and Shadow Starr follows up with a bulldog! Sensing he has control, Starr scrambles to the top rope, and flies, but PX rolls away and Starr hits the canvas with a splash! PX limps to his corner, eying his team mates, knowing none of them would gladly tag. Catching Ian half asleep, PX slaps him in the chest, tagging him in as Chamelion laughs.

Ian blinks, but gets in and goes after Shadow Starr, his long time rival. Starr gets back up and the two men go toe to toe, trading punches and kicks. Starr whips Ian into the ropes and on the way back, Ian ducks under a clothesline attempt, stops in mid stride, twists and hits a backstabber on Shadow. He goes for the cover. 1-2- Kickout! Both men up, and Shadow gets Ian in a headlock and whips him over onto his ass on the canvas and then follows with a snap mare. Ian falls onto his back and Shadow covers for 2. Both men up, and Ian knees Starr in the gut and throws him into his teams corner! Ian then turns and runs over and punches Hunter Sullivan, who angrily tries to get in, but the ref is there to stop him.

As the ref is distracted, PX and Stone begin pounding on Shadow Starr. Jethro tries to intervene, but Chamelion is between him and the beat down and just stands there, not letting him pass. Finally, Starr stumbles out of the corner and Ian hits an Enziguri and goes for the cover. 1-2-shoulder up! Ian, sensing a chance to get even, runs to the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle. Once there, he points to Chamelion, as if to say this is what will happen to you and flies off them with a splash but Starr gets his knees up, and Ian crashes onto them. Chamelion nods as if to say, Ok, I can do that. With both men aching, they roll to their corners and get hot tags. Ian tags in Viktor Stone, while Starr tags in Riona Langly! Stone and Riona, long time rivals, renew their passion to beat on each other, and the fans are treated to a back and forth battle of skill, strength and rage.

Stone’s superior strength earns him the advantage and he power bombs Riona and tries for a cover, getting only two. He picks her up, and uses his leg to trip her, face first to the mat, crashing her face and she rolls over, holding her nose, now bleeding and Stone goes for a cover but it’s broken up by the Kumquat Kid! The Kid scurries back out before Stone can touch him, and he turns and swoops Riona up onto his shoulder, backs up and goes for a running power slam, but Riona drops behind him and he turns, only to get dropped kicked into the corner of Riona’s team. There, Hunter and Shadow Starr return the favor by pounding on Viktor Stone before the ref can break them up.

Pushing Stone out of the corner, Starr and Hunter direct him into Riona’s path, and she scores a direct hit with the Devolution! She goes for the cover, but Chamelion interjects, pulling her off by her leg. She stands, turns and screams at Chamelion, who shrugs and walks back to his corner. With her distraction, Stone jumps back up and grabs Riona from behind, locking her arms behind her and yells at Chamelion to get back here. Turning, seeing the opportunity, Chamelion nods and lashes out with the Sweet Sound of Success, however Riona breaks and ducks, and instead Chamelion connects with Viktor Stone’s face, sending him crashing to the canvas. Looking at the mess as the ref is ordering him out of the ring, Chamelion merely shrugs and gets back to his corner.

Angry, Riona flips Chamelion off, but rolls ontop of the unconscious Viktor Stone. However, before she can score the 3, PX makes the save. PX and Riona glare at each other, and he exits and she goes to pick up Stone, who manages to roll under her and makes the hot tag to Jethro Hayes.

Riona shakes her head and goes to lock up, but Jethro shakes his head and points to Hunter Sullivan. Riona looks back, and nods and goes to tag Hunter, but Sullivan drops to the floor, going no way! Riona glares at him, but it makes no difference, for it is Mark Zout who tags Riona and steps in. Zout and Jethro nod to each other, a sign of respect and begin circling each other.

They lock up, and each man takes control for a short time, showing off technical skill and giving the fans a classic chain wrestling match, between two men who have a lot of respect. After a few minutes, Zout gets the advantage and goes for the Mark Out, but Jethro avoids it, secures Zout and tries for the plow. Both men acknowledge each other’s skill, but others have had enough. As Jethro backs up, Chamelion slaps him on the shoulder and steps inside. Jethro does not look pleased, but Chamelion saunters past him and motions for Mark Zout. Zout grins, licks his lips, and then turns suddenly and tags in Hunter Sullivan!

Sullivan looks shocked, and steps in, looking first at Zout, then to Chamelion. Both men stand there, with the crowd egging them on to fight each other. Chamelion shrugs, as does Hunter, and the two men lock up! Chamelion gets Hunter into a headlock, but Hunter reverses it. Hunter with an arm bar, which Chamelion reverses. Hunter flips through it and body slams Chamelion. Chamelion gets up, ducks under Hunter, catches him and body slams him. Hunter back up and both men lock up again, and the twist until they are in Chamelion’s corner, when Hunter breaks away from Chamelion and elbows Jethro in the chin.

Chamelion acts affronted by this and yells at Hunter, as he tries to keep Jethro from coming in un-tagged. Hunter back peddles, laughing, only for Mark Zout to jump in and push Hunter back towards Jethro. Jethro breaks past Chamelion, slapping his shoulder hard, making the tag and he gets into the middle of the ring, and he and Hunter go nose to nose, with Chamelion standing behind Hunter, encouraging him while Zout stands behind Jethro, doing the same for his man.. yet both men doing the encouraging are on opposite teams of Jethro and Hunter.

The ref is trying to get the rest of the men out, as the six on the apron watch with anticipation of Hunter and Jethro going one on one here on Rampage. Hunter suddenly rears back, going for a punch and Jethro raises his hand to block, when suddenly Mark Zout grabs Jethro’s arm, spins him around and hits the Mark Out on Jethro Hayes!

The crowd is stunned, as Zout and Chamelion spin around each ready to deal business with their opposing teams, as Hunter Sullivan drops and covers for the 1-2-3! As this happens, Riona and KK run into the ring, but Shadow Starr ambushes Riona Langly and they tumble out of the ring! Kumquat Kid meets Chamelion and the two begin to brawl, and on the other side, Project X sees the fun and goes to join Riona and Shadow Starr, both to beat up Starr and maybe get a feel on Riona.

Ian breaks in, joining the Kumquat Kid in a 2 on 1 against Chamelion, until Mark Zout jumps into the fray, siding with Chamelion to even the odds. Viktor Stone, meanwhile, shrugs his shoulders and just walks up the ramp, while in the center of the ring, Hunter Sullivan stands over the fallen Jethro Hayes, holding his hands in the air, knowing that soon, the PWA World Championship will belong to him!