World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Roxy Fux vs Adam Blue

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and has now been made a NO DISQUALIFICATION Match! Introducing first, ADAM BLUE!

Adam Blue walks out, surfboard in hand and makes his way to the ring. Once in, he poses on the turnbuckle, showing off his board and waving to the crowd.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Mark Zout, she is ROXY FUXX!

Unstoppable by Katt Deluna plays and Roxy and Zout walk out, as the fans cheer for her. They smile and together make their way down to the ring. As Mark Zout and Roxy walk side by side to the ring, they stop to play to the crowd in front of the ring. Blue starts it off early, running and sling shooting over the top and taking both of them to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Blue starts things off fast!

Adam is up fast and gives her a chop to the throat, sending her staggering back. The ref warns Blue to watch it and he quickly turns toward the ref to deny it. As he turns Mark Zout grabs him from behind in a sleeper hold type move. The ref, who was up to 4 on his 10 count, has stopped counting and is now yelling at Mark Zout. Ignoring the ref, he keeps the hold on. Roxy recovers and starts punching Blue on the stomach. As the ref reaches 7 Roxy slides into the ring. The ref is still alternating between counting and yelling at Mark Zout, who is still choking. He's up to 8 on the count.

Jon McDaniel: What's going on here?! These people have to straighten themselves out and get in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: I couldn't agree more. The legal man has to face the legal.... woman.

By this time the ref is at 9 and Blue grabs his foot. He yanks the ref's foot, knocking him over and stopping the count. He then elbows Mark Zout in the stomach 3 times and slides into the ring. In the ring he's met by stomps from Roxy. Blue catches one of her feet and shoves her over onto her back. He quickly grabs one of her legs and rolls her over into a half-crab. She almost reaches the ropes and Adam holds her leg and walks into the center of the ring dragging her.

Brian Rentfro: In this match Roxy has to be careful. She is simply overpowered.

Jon McDaniel: She's also very light. but she has to avoid close encounters and grapples with Blue. She just can't beat him that way. She needs to take advantage of her speed.

The ref is down asking her is she submits. Adam, however, has picked up Roxy and has her set up for a suplex. He lifts her up easily, but she turns in the air and lands on her feet. She runs into the ropes, comes back and Blue ducks. She jumps over him. She hits the ropes again and comes back and Blue throws a boot to the face. Roxy stops, grabs his foot and kicks him in the groin, dropping him. She sits on his back and puts him in a camel clutch. The ref down checking to see if Adam submits. He doesn't. He jumps up to his knees and flips Roxy over onto her back in front of him. Blue jumps up onto his knees, runs into the ropes, comes back and hits a running leg drop on Roxy. He goes for the cover.




Jon McDaniel: Well this match really isn't moving as well as it could have been.

Both get back up and Roxy puts him in a front headlock and drops him into a DDT. She gets up, picks him up and whips him into the ropes. As he comes back she does a hip toss. Blue reverses it by flipping all the way over, landing on his feet and turning it into a hammerlock. Blue kicks Roxy in the ribs twice and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back Blue kicks her in the stomach and she buckles over. Blue backs into the ropes and comes back with a sunset flip.




Mark Zout out of nowhere, drop kicks Blue in the back of the head. As he runs out of the ring the ref follows him, but stops at the ropes, and is yelling at him, making threats to DQ and stuff like that. Roxy is recovering but Adam slides out of the ring and grabs a chair.

Jon McDaniel: Turn around ref!

He smacks Roxy in head with the chair just as she's recovering and she hits the mat. Adam covers after throwing the chair out of the ring. The ref is still arguing with Mark Zout. Adam gets up grabs the ref's shoulder, spinning him around. He runs over to pin her, but she's recovered and moved, because she's not on the mat anymore. A Blue is looking around Roxy flies off of the turnbuckle and drop-kicks Blue square in the face. She gets up and crosses the ring, moonsaulting Blue. She lands and makes the cover.




Brian Rentfro: SO CLOSE!

Roxy gets up and goes for a leg drop. Blue rolls out of the way. Roxy lands and sits there stunned. Blue, after a few seconds recovering, sees Roxy and runs up behind her and drop kicks her in the back of the head. Roxy roll away, stunned even more and Blue goes up top for a frog splash. He aims and soars, but Roxy moves. Blue hits the canvas ass first and Roxy answers with the Guillotine Splits and covers!





Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Roxanne Fuxx!

Zout and Roxy celebrate together to the cheering crowd.

Sunshine Warrior vs Homicide

An Eye for an Eye Match

Jon McDaniel: And here we go, the debut of the “Eye for an Eye” match, a match that will go a long way to help us determine the true skill of our most promising new guys, Homicide and The Sunshine Warrior.

Brian Rentfro: I guess the concept’s pretty cool, but really? These rules are so confusing that they’re going to completely lose the casual audience. But, I’ve been watching the business for 20 years, so I’m obviously NOT a casual fan.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is the EYE FOR AN EYE MATCH! The match will continue as normal until one of the competitors gains a fall in the match. The competitor that has been beaten will have 5 minutes to answer with a fall of their own, or else the match is over. After each fall, the amount of time given will drop by one minute. In this match, there are no countouts… AND NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

With the opening lyrics of the beautiful Natasha Bedingfield ringing in over the sound system, it's only right that a horizon be shown across the ADCTron. The lights in the arena dim while the stage lights up with reds, oranges and yellows.

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.

With that Adrian Adidas bursts through the curtain, bouncing around the stage with his natural cheery aroma.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first… he hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and weighed in this morning at 103 kilos…

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Adrian looks pumped and ready for his upcoming match as he spurts across the stage waving out to his fans, starting up his own ‘Sunshine’ chant that carries along the audience building the newcomer’s hype and willingness to get things underway.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

Adrian starts his way down the ramp way, the ramp lights gleaming yellow and orange sending off a great looking combination with this wrestler. The Masked man starts clapping and tagging the hands of the fans at ringside, building up more cheer for himself as he pumps his hands up.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

Adidas finally makes it to ringside, where he bursts forward and rolls into the ring, heading for the closest turnbuckle. He climbs up and pumps his fist to the fans, eliciting a louder cheer! The fans are slow to oblige, but when he mocks them with a mine act of falling asleep, this motivates them to get louder.

Eric Emerson: This is the SUNSHINE WARRIOR… ADRIAN… ADIDAS!!!

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.

Sunshine finally gets down from his perch and heads over to another turnbuckle pushing on the fans to beat the cheer. He plays it over for a moment before chuckling and dropping down into his corner. The Warrior glances around as his entrance starts to fade away, readying himself for the matchup at hand.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

As “Pocket Full of Sunshine” fades off, the cheery atmosphere of the arena is broken by the bass tones of Papoose speaking to the audience in the beginning of his hit, “Born to Win.”

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

Silver sparks blow up on the stage as Homicide comes running out from the curtain. He sprints over to one side of the stage and salutes the fans, the Orlando crowd obliging the newcomer with a cheer. Seeing the other side of the crowd, he rushes to the other end of the stage and gives them a salute as well.

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing second, he stands in at 6 feet even, and weighed in this morning at 185 pounds…

Homicide bobs he head for a second, singing along with the song as he meanders back to the center of the stage. He then sprints down towards the ring, slapping hands as he runs, and slides in. He then jumps up on the nearest corner and gives the crowd a point, as they regard him with another small cheer.

Eric Emerson: This is HOMICIDE… BILLY SHAW!!

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

Homicide gets down off his corner and looks around to face Sunshine who is eager to get things on the go for tonight’s contest. The two men shake hands before the bell, earning a small cheer from the crowd.


Homicide starts the match out with a flurry as he speeds across the ring and smacks Adrian with a running dropkick that sends him staggering backwards into the corner. Rolling backwards from the impact, Homicide gets to his feet and flies forward, going for a Stinger Splash on the Warrior, but Adrian is able to duck down and Back Body Drop his opponent over the top rope. Billy gets ahold of the top rope however, and pulls himself onto the apron. Adrian turns around, feeling the presence of Homicide behind him, and goes to hit him with an elbow, but the speedster pulls back on the top rope, dodging the blow and slingshotting him forward so he can ram his shoulder into Sunshine’s gut. Sunshine doubles both over and backwards from the sudden attack as Homicide springs off the ropes, flying towards him with a flying forearm that Sunshine is barely able to roll away from. With a mid-air adjustment upon seeing that his target won’t be hit, Homicide is able to tuck and roll out of the predicament, but gets tagged by Sunshine as he plants him with an nasty stiff running dropkick to the knee. Homicide buckles down to one knee, and Sunshine pulls him into a Front Facelock, but Homicide twists right out of it and into a Side Headlock. Sunshine pushes Homicide off of him towards the ropes and goes for a lariat on the rebound, but Homicide ducks out of the way and springboards off the middle rope with a Springboard Moonsault, catching Sunshine’s head on the way down with a Reverse DDT. Homicide springs to his feet and spends about a second on them before he hits Adrian with a Standing Shooting Star Press. Billy goes for the cover, but Adrian is able to power out of it at the count of two. Sunshine rolls away from Homicide, both men getting to their feet as the crowd around them cheers for the quick action in the first couple minutes of this match.

The two men begin to circle around the ring, Homicide beginning to clap and look out towards the crowd, getting them to start up a slow clap at his prompting. The two competitors make it to the center of the ring and immediately go for a Collar and Elbow Tie-Up. The counters come quickly, both men trying to get an advantage with a Reverse Waistlock, trying to take their opponent down to the mat. But quick standing switches and rolls to the side keep either man from getting an advantage. Homicide breaks out of one of Adrian's Reverse Waistlocks and grabs his arm in the process, twisting it up around into an Armbar. The Sunshine Warrior quickly gets out of it by rolling forward, however, getting up to his feet and countering into an Armbar of his own, pushing Homicide down onto one knee to keep control of the lock. Sunshine, showing some expertise, transitions it into a Hammerlock after several moments, but this forces Homicide to react as he pushes himself up from the mat and wrenches himself to the side, twisting out of the hold. He follows this up by grabbing onto Sunshine's wrist, turning around to face him and suddenly dropping down, throwing Sunshine over him with a textbook Arm Drag. The masked man quickly rolls up to his feet, Homicide doing the same. The two men stare each other down after this, before suddenly running to sets of ropes opposite one another, coming forward to meet in the ring with dueling Shoulderblocks. Both of them get knocked back a few feet, but neither falls down, prompting them to run to the other ropes, coming back to meet again with another Shoulderblock duel, but this one ends just like the previous one in a stalemate. Another run to the ropes, but this time, Sunshine tries to catch Homicide off-guard with a Hiptoss, but Homicide lands on his feet, quickly turning to toss him over with another Arm Drag. Sunshine rolls to his feet, throwing Homicide with a Japanese Arm Drag of his own. As both men roll back up, Homicide quickly drops down and sweeps Sunshine's legs with his arm, covering him, but he only gets a one count for his troubles, as Adrian rolls up and sweeps Homicide's legs, making a cover as well, but getting a 1 count himself… Homicide kicks out, both men rolling up to their feet and standing a few feet away from one another, again seeming to be evenly matched.

The two turn to face each other, a slight staredown starting between the newcomers. Finally, though, they begin to move into a Knucklelock. However, Adrian darts forward and goes for Homicide's legs, but he quickly steps to the side, both turning around to face each other, starting up another Knucklelock. They struggle with each other for a bit, but Homicide strikes first, going down and grabbing Sunshine's leg, but Adrian thinks fast and heads down to the mat, quickly turning to sit out, but Homicide is quicker and locks on a Reverse Waistlock. Sunshine turns it around and pulls Homicide into a Front Facelock, but Shaw twists out of that. Sunshine keeps a hold on his arm, however, and pulls his back into another Front Facelock. Homicide stands up and twists out of the move, pulling Sunshine into an Armbar, then pulls him into a Front Facelock of his own, the two men apparently going for a technical advantage in the early going. Sunshine reaches down and pulls Homicide's legs out from under his, the two scrambling and trying to get some kind of hold in on their opponent, but finally just move away from each other, both standing up and staring each other down from opposite ends of the ring. The two come back to the middle of the ring and go for a third Knucklelock, but that soon turns into another grapple, Homicide managing to twist to the side and pull Sunshine into a Reverse Waistlock. Sunshine plants his feet and widens his base to keep from getting lifted up, instead ripping one of Homicide's arms away and lifting it up for an arm submission, but Homicide reaches forward with his free arm and smashes several elbows into Adrian’s face, hoping to escape from the hold. Finally having enough of the awkward elbows, Sunshine just reaches down and grabs Homicide's leg, lifting his up over his shoulders and falling back to hit a Samoan Drop. Adrian looks to stay on for the cover, but Homicide swings his legs up and pulls Sunshine into a Head Scissors.

Sunshine doesn’t remain in this position, as he pushes himself to a near standing position before rolling into a headstand and powering backwards out of the leg hold. Homicide has almost no time to react as Sunshine lands and cracks him in the nose with a dropkick. Homicide manages to roll backwards from the blow, but Sunshine presses his advantage, running forward and swinging around to crack Homicide’s face into the mat with a swinging DDT, before latching on THE SUN BURN!! in the middle of the ring, attempting to get some work done on Homicide’s neck. Homicide screams from the hold, but reaches out desperately, grasping ahold of the bottom rope. It doesn’t do anything in this No-DQ environment, but the added leverage that he gains from it allows him to push Adrian off of him after a couple of agonizing moments. Sunshine doesn’t let up on Homicide, even with his submission attempt thwarted, wailing on him with stiff elbows to the side of the skull before whipping him into the corner. Homicide nearly falls flat on his face from the impact, but staggers forwards just enough for Sunshine to bounce off the ropes behind him and plant him face first into the mat with a bulldog. Homicide rolls onto his stomach from the impact, and Adrian wastes no time in going for the kill as he leaps over Shaw and springboards off the ropes, looking for a moonsault… which connects solidly into Billy’s knees! Both men stagger to their feet, the pace of the match getting to them, but Billy is able to get the first strike as he knees Adrian in the gut and goes for a SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER! However, Adrian manages to float over behind Billy and hit him with a nasty LUNG BLOWER! Sunshine dives onto Shaw for the cover… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Sunshine lets a little of his composure slip as he slaps the mat in frustration a bit, but covers it up well and goes to lift Billy up off the mat… SMALL PACKAGE! 1… 2… TH-KICKOUT!

Both men slowly stagger to their feet, and immediately they go for a grapple, but Sunshine stops this with a sudden boot to Homicide's gut. He follows it up with a forearm shot to his jaw, pushing Homicide up against the ropes before whipping him across the ring. Homicide speeds right past the Lariat attempt from Sunshine, who turns around and just barely dodges a Spin Kick from Shaw. Both men feel their second winds coming as they each head to ropes this time… Sunshine leaps up for a Flying Forearm Strike while Homicide launches himself up for a Cross Body Block...MID-AIR COLLISION!!! Both men crash into the other’s mid-section and fall to a heap on the mat, the wind being knocked right out of one another from the collision. Both men get up to their feet a little slowly, coughing fitfully as they attempt to regain their breath, but the Warrior quickly takes the initiative, launching a Superkick at Homicide's face. Billy ducks under it, quickly turning around and throwing himself up into an Enzuigiri, his boot connecting solidly with the side of Sunshine's head, causing him to stumble into the ropes. Sunshine starts sliding down against them, having to wrap his arms around the top one to stay on his feet. Homicide quickly gets up, looking over at Sunshine with a big grin on his face, knowing he has a chance to take control and keep it this time. Homicide swings a kick right into Sunshine's gut, sending him almost through the middle ropes, but Sunshine pulls himself in. Another stiff kick nearly knocks him all the way out through them, but the Warrior manages to pull himself back, crying out from the strain this time. Homicide, seeing how this isn’t working so well, quickly runs to the opposite set of ropes, coming forward and jumping up for a Hanging Dropkick, the momentum behind the move more than enough to send Sunshine tumbling through the ropes and outside the ring. The Orlando crowd cheers quite loudly for the frantic energy in this match, and Homicide decides to oblige them some more, as he runs the ropes a bit, getting some momentum going as Sunshine gets back to his feet on the outside... SPRINGBOARD 450, OH MY GODDDD!!

Homicide is the first to his feet after the psychotic move, feeling the crowds energy as he flings his arms out in a pose. Picking up his opponent by the strings on his mask, he lands a few forearms to keep him groggy and then whips him into the barriers surrounding the ring… However, Sunshine gets his wits about him just in time, as he stops his momentum dead by leaping onto the barrier, and then turns around and leaps at a charging Homicide, grabbing his head and planting him right into the floor with an absolutely devastating looking TORNADO DDT! Homicide nearly flies 2 feet off the ground from the impact of the move, but Sunshine gives him no quarter as he picks him up and lifts him over his shoulder before giving him a Snake Eyes, sending his head and neck right into the barrier. Homicide staggers backwards from the attack, right into Adrian’s waiting arms as he locks him around the waist with a Reverse Waistlock… Sunshine attempts to hit him with a German Suplex to the floor that could have very well put him out of the match, but Billy seems to know this as he reverses the momentum in mid-move, rolling himself and Sunshine forward and sending Adrian head first right into the ring barrier. Homicide is the first one up from the move, and looks at the barrier and Sunshine, stepping backwards and stepping up onto the barrier before running up to a staggering Sunshine Warrior, leaping off of the barrier and wrapping his legs around Adrian’s head, flinging him down with a snap HURRICANRANA!

Homicide is up on his feet pretty soon, walking over and dragging Sunshine up as well and bending him over snap a nasty kick right into his face. Homicide drags Sunshine by his mask over to the time-keeper’s table before slamming him face first into the table. Homicide then pulls him past it into an empty section of ringside, hitting him with a quick forearm before making another attempt at whipping him into the barrier. This time is as unsuccessful as the first, as Sunshine manages to leap right over it, however, landing right in front of a few of the Orlando faithful. Homicide charges, and gets a faceful of boot with a wicked SAVATE KICK! The kick connects solidly with Homicide's jaw, sending him sprawling down onto the floor, the crowd going crazy for the move, as they are cheering the action more than the people in the match. Sunshine takes a moment to give the crowd a cheeky and overdone bow, but surprisingly so, many people return the favor. The Warrior turns around as Homicide starts to get up, quickly pulling himself onto the top of the barrier and delivering a Flying Forearm-NO! HOMICIDE FLOORS HIM IN MID-AIR WITH A DROPKICK TO THE STOMACH!!! Sunshine falls right back down to the floor, rolling onto his side, coughing violently and kicking his legs out to keep the air flowing in them. Homicide stands up, throwing both his arms up in the air to get an even bigger reaction from the crowd. Billy reaches down to pull Sunshine up, rolling him in under the bottom rope and sliding in after him. He doesn't follow with a pin, though, instead pulling Sunshine up to a vertical base again and hitting him with a hard kick to the chest, following it up with a second one to knock him into the ropes. Homicide grabs his arm and pushes him up against them, going to whip him across the ring, but Sunshine stops himself at the end of the whip, pulling Homicide forward into an SPIKED DDT! Sunshine kips up to his feet right after delivering the move, posing for a few moments...

Sunshine picks Homicide up after a few moments, knocking him back into the corner with a series of chops before climbing up onto the middle rope and beginning to lay into Homicide with punches from this position, the crowd counting them out. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7..." HOMICIDE GRABS SUNSHINE'S WAIST AND SLAMS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT IN A POWERBOMB NECK FIRST!!! Sunshine's body collapses as he's driven right down onto the mat with the move, and Homicide pushes him down into a pinning position… 1… 2… THRE-NOOOO!!! Sunshine kicks out JUST before the ref’s hand slaps the mat… Sunshine slowly starts to get to his feet... He tries to head up onto the turnbuckles now, knowing that he might be able to get a win if he can hit a big move off the top rope on Homicide now. Finally getting up onto the top turnbuckle, Sunshine's ascent is ended by Billy, who has managed to get up, pulling Sunshine down off the corner and onto the mat. He then lifts him up, turning him to face the corner and lifting him up in a Back Suplex position to put him back up on the top ropes, but facing out away from the ring. Homicide begins to lay into Sunshine's back with hard forearms, driving the bone hard into his lower spine. He backs off after a few moments, signalling out to the fans that she's about to hit something big. He goes to climb the turnbuckle grabbing Sunshine for a Back Suplex attempt… AND SUNSHINE SUDDENLY GRABS HIS HEAD AND PLANTS HIM INTO THE MAT WITH A SHIRANUI!!! SUNSHINE MAKES THE COVER… 1… 2… THREE!!!

*** DING DING DING!!! ***

A 5 minute counter appears on the ADCTron as the crowd is going crazy because of the action from these two new-comers. Sunshine looks down at his opponent with respect after a few moments and claps a bit for his effort. Finally, he reaches down and pulls Homicide up to his feet, throwing a knee into his stomach before lifting him up onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, swinging him around into the TK-NO! Homicide slides backwards off of Sunshine's shoulders, but the champ manages to wrap his arms around him and keep him from sliding off all the way, holding him there on one shoulder while Homicide tries to kick his legs and pull out. Sunshine knows he can't hold Homicide much longer, and finally just swings himself forward, flipping Homicide over to land him on his back in a Press Slam! It seemed to be decently effective, as Homicide arches up on the mat and cringes, but he doesn’t get much time to recover as Sunshine lifts Homicide right back up and knocks him into the ropes with a forearm before whipping him across the ring, catching him on the re-bound with a Tilt-A-Whirl NECKBREAKER! Homicide slides off of Sunshine's knee and holds his head from the sheer agony of the move. Keeping on the assault, Sunshine pulls him back up to his feet… and Homicide suddenly attacks with a series of kicks to Sunshine's mid-section and the outsides of his thighs, knocking him back with this onslaught towards the ropes. With Sunshine leaning up against the ropes, Homicide moves his attacks to be a bit higher, aiming right at the chest and head. Finally, Homicide grabs Sunshine and whips him across the ring, throwing himself up in a Hurricane Kick...And hits absolutely nothing, as Sunshine wraps his arms around the top rope. Homicide follows this up with a weakened charge, but Sunshine grabs him and goes to throw him up over the ropes… However, Homicide kicks back and lands in front of Sunshine, flipping backwards to get a few more feet of distance before charging again. This time, Sunshine rolls over Homicide's back as he bends down, Homicide quickly whipping around and finding Adrian waiting for him in a ready position, smiling widely and pointing up to the clock, showing 3 minutes for Homicide to get the pinfall.

Homicide doesn't seem too angered by this as he calls for another Knucklelock. Sunshine looks a little perplexed at Homicide’s strategy, but takes the call to action anyway… The two wrestle over the lock for a bit, but then suddenly Homicide breaks the hold on one of the arms, swiftly pulling Sunshine into a nasty knee to the gut that sends him tumbling to the mat. Homicide wastes no time, rolling over and grabbing Sunshine's leg and twisting around, dropping down into a Figure Four Leglock! The crowd pops at this, Homicide wrenching back hard on Sunshine's knee, making him cringe and cry out in pain. Sunshine doesn't have anywhere to go, and doesn't have the leg strength to roll over and reverse this, so he instead leans forward and punches Homicide in the head. Homicide holds on, though, knowing how important this hold is. He can't stand up to the repeated onslaught of punches, though, and a thumb to the eye from Sunshine finally makes him break the hold. Adrian drags himself over to the ropes while Homicide clutches his eye, though he's having some trouble getting up herself, that Shiranui coming back to haunt him. Homicide moves over to Sunshine, kneeling next to him and hitting a harsh chop across his chest, but Sunshine comes back with a forearm. Sunshine finally comes out with a series of harsh forearm strikes right into the side of Homicide's head, Homicide just collapsing backwards like a log. Sunshine slowly fights his way up to his feet again, pulling Homicide up with him, but Homicide suddenly lashes out with THE PELE! IT JUST COMES OUT OF NOWHERE! The backflip kick knocks Sunshine back down to the mat. The two get back to their feet, and Homicide strikes first again, connecting with a Spinning Wheel Kick, Sunshine seeming to have trouble with standing at this point from the intensity of the match. Homicide runs to the ropes as Sunshine does make it back up to a vertical base, ducking a Clothesline attempt from Sunshine and SPINNING AROUND TO DROP SUNSHINE ON HIS HEAD WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!! BRIDGE!!! "1...2...TH-NO!" Sunshine kicks out, clutching the back of his neck now, but that doesn’t matter as Homicide runs to the corner and bounces up to the top, turning in mid air before leaping off with the HOMICIDAL!!! PINFALL ATTEMPT!! ONE… TWO… THREE!!!


The ADCTron counter resets to 4 as both men look completely exhausted on the mat. Homicide is the first to get to his feet, as he slowly pulls Sunshine to his feet and whips him into the corner. He struggles a bit, but manages to put Sunshine onto the top rope before climbing up himself. Getting onto the middle rope, he hooks his head under Sunshine's arm, locking his hands around his waist and falling backwards out of the corner WITH A HEAD DROP BACK SUPERPLEX!!! Adrian's neck is jarred down into the mat hard, adding to the pain from that spiked Powerbomb earlier. Staggering over to Sunshine, he grabs Sunshine's legs, rolling him over and leaning back to lock in A BOSTON CRAB!!! The crowd is immediately up on their feet, erupting as Homicide wrenches hard on the move, it being of the Lion Tamer varation. Sunshine shakes his head, trying to keep himself from passing out from the exhaustion and pain of this match, slowly dragging himself towards the ropes, fighting for them, his hand about to grab them… BUT HOMICIDE PULLS HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! Sunshine cringes and tries to get to the ropes once more, but one again, Homicide drags him back to the middle of the ring, this time wrenching back and cranking the move even further, to the point where Sunshine's feet are practically touching the back of his head. Homicide digs a knee down into Sunshine's back for more leverage, pulling back as hard as she can on his legs. Adrian cries out in pain, slowly, desperately pulling himself towards the ropes, and after a good thirty seconds of fighting, finally makes it... BUT HOMICIDE REFUSES TO LET THE HOLD GO, AND THERE’S NOTHING ADRIAN CAN DO TO STOP IT!

However, leverage becomes an issue as Adrian is able to reach up and grab the middle rope, shifting the hold just enough to where Homicide can’t hold onto it anymore and he has to drop it, but the plan has worked as Sunshine now only has 2 minutes in order to get a fall. Sunshine barely gets to his feet, holding his back as Homicide doesn’t look too much better… But the Sunshine Warrior is not one to give up, only taking a moment to catch his breath before he explodes off the ropes, suprising his opponent with a YAKUZA KICK!!! Homicide crumples to the mat, but Adrian doesn’t let him stay there as he quickly pulls him to his feet and wraps his arms around Billy’s waist and slowly pushing himself up to his feet. With a grunt of pain, Adidas flips Shaw back up over his shoulder before dropping down WITH AN EMERALD FUUUUUUUSIOOOOONNNN!!! Homicide lands right on his head and Sunshine basically collapses onto Homicide for the cover… ONE...TWO... THREEE-NOOO!!! HOMICIDE GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! The Warrior just rolls off of Shaw, shaking his head as he stares down at the mat, wondering what the hell he has to do to put Homicide away this time before looking up at the clock, showing 1 minute remaining in the match. Pulling Shaw to his feet, Sunshine slams a knee right into Shaw's gut, doubling him enough to pull him right into a Front Facelock and lifting him up for a BRAINBUSTER! Sunshine doesn’t let go, swinging his hips around and pulling Homicide up for A SECOND BRAINBUSTER! The Warrior still doesn't let up, pulling him up for A THIRD ROLLING BRAAAAAIIIIIINBUSTAAAAAHHHH!!! Adrian doesn’t go for the pinfall, instead locking in the SUN BURN!!!! Homicide is right in the middle of the ring, there’s nowhere for him to go… he’s reaching out to tap…

*** DING DING DING!!!!!! ***


Sunshine breaks the hold in shock as Billy the ref raises Billy’s arm from the mat… but the crowd doesn’t care, as they chant BOTH men’s name for the intense match that they’ve just witnessed. Sunshine shakes his head a bit from the loss, but then extends a hand to his opponent, helping him to his feet. Adrian offers a hand to his opponent… and Homicide accepts! The Warrior raises Homicide’s hand in victory as the Orlando crowd cheers these two for their gutsy performance... and we fade out to a commercial for the RETURNING RUMBLE IN THE BRONX!!!

Project X vs Viktor Stone vs Mark McNasty

Triple Threat Match

The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first…hailing from Atlanta, Georgia. Weighting in at 255, and standing at 6 foot 3 inches,

Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back.

Eric Emerson: He's "The Main Event."

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience.

Eric Emerson: MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp. He slaps hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left, then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes his way to his corner as the music fades.

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

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

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

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

You have my sympathy, now take it away."

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

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

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

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

You have my sympathy,

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

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

Eric Emerson: And now introducing….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. PX slides in underneath the bottom rope and immediately charges at McNasty, splashing the arrogant superstar in the corner. In fact he basically bounces off of McNasty and runs straight into Stone, blasting the technical star with a hard right hand to the face.

Jon McDaniel: Project X is straight out of the blocks here... I don't think the bell has even rung!

Brian Rentfro: Argh, there goes Stone’s plan from earlier in the week!

Grabbing Viktor by the neck, PX slams his opponent’s head against the turnbuckle. With Stone dazed, PX rushes back over to Mark and head butts him. McNasty cranium however is somewhat more solid than PX's, leaving The Monster coming worst off. Angered by being jumped before the bell, Mark prepares to lunge forward... only to see PX sidestep. This normally wouldn't have been a big deal, but Viktor had built up a huge head of steam and was hoping to smack into PX from behind. Instead he just ended up smashing into McNasty.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my! That was like two trains colliding!

With both his opponents reeling, PX manages to dump Viktor over the top rope and to the floor before trapping Mark in the corner and starting a vicious ten punch. Deciding this is as good a time as any, the ref calls for the bell to start the contest.

Jon McDaniel: There goes the bell as Project X is laying into Mark in the corner!

Brian Rentfro: Listen to these people... they're counting the punches... stop encouraging him you idiots!

PX makes it to punch 3 before Mark wraps his arms around The Monster and carries PX out of the corner with an amazing bout of strength. Not perturbed, PX is still punching at Mark’s head until Mark nearly slams him through the mat with a huge spine buster.

Brian Rentfro: Wham! That'll put out a disc or two!

Jon McDaniel: Dear Lord that was a hard slam by Mark! Some people forget that Mark sometimes has moments of insane strength when needed.

Running to the ropes, Mark rebounds and looks for a leg drop. PX telegraphs it though and rolls out of the way, as Mark's frame smacks against the canvas. The one time World Champion gets back to his feet only to eat a big boot from the PX... a blow that sends him stumbling back towards the ropes. Instead of the ropes stopping him however, he falls straight over the top and crashes to the floor... the consequence of Viktor pulling down the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: Viktor rope bridged Mark, taking him to the outside.

Grabbing a handful of McNasty's tights, Viktor throws his opponent into the ring steps, before climbing back into the squared circle. Our Beast gets greeted with a right hand from the man he defeated a couple of months ago. PX dishes out another couple of punches, than tries to Irish whip Stone. Viktor reverses and sends The Monster into the ropes instead and lowers his head for a back body drop... too early. PX sees what's coming and counters by kicking Viktor in the head. He adds to his offense by giving the former TV champion a reverse atomic drop and then flooring him with a short arm clothesline. While Viktor is still favoring his groin and lying on the mat, PX makes his way over to the corner and starts to climb the turnbuckles.

Jon McDaniel: Project X is on the second rope... what's he got in mind here?

PX is about to leap when McNasty unexpectedly appears on the apron and dislodges The Monster's footing, crotching him on the second rope.

Brian Rentfro: We can only hope that that fall has rendered Project X unable to breed!

Jon McDaniel: That's the nature of these triple threat matches folks; you need eyes in the back of your head!

Mark McNasty springboards off the ropes into the air hitting Viktor with a big splash, laying on top of him for the cover.

Jon McDaniel: First pin fall attempt of the match...

Referee: ONE...



Viktor kicks out, but doesn't get the chance to get back up as Mark stomps him into submission, allowing the Nasty One to pick his opponent up at his own will. The member of PWA Radio grabs Viktor and attempts a belly-to-belly suplex... but The Beast, blocks it. Mark tries again, but Viktor manages to break free and clubs Mark with a hard elbow. Mark doesn't take it lightly however and strikes Stone back with a hard punch of his own.

Jon McDaniel: These two blue chippers are hitting each other with blow after blow... which ones will fall first?

Brian Rentfro: Neither man is giving up any ground as they continue to pound each other punch by punch!

McNasty and Stone continue trading blows, neither one of the two stars is willing to give an inch. Their stand-off is about to be ended however as PX pulls himself back up over the top rope and lunges off his feet, landing on both the blue chippers with a double clothesline.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my! Project X returns to the action un-announced and took out both Stone and McNasty with that flying clothesline into a double cover!

Brian Rentfro: Where the hell did he come from!?

PX lands on top of both men, with half of his body covering Stone, the other half-covering McNasty in an unorthodox double cover. Despite the situation, the ref goes down to count the fall... both of them.

Referee: ONE…


TH... NO!

The double fall ends with a powerful double kick out that sends PX a few inches away from his opponents.

Jon McDaniel: It's hard enough to cover one of these former champions, let alone both at the same time!

PX gets quickly back up and rushes at McNasty. He only succeeds however in running blindly into a boot to the midsection followed by a DDT from the nasty superstar.

Brian Rentfro: Perfect looking DDT!

Having left PX laid out, McNasty crawls over to cover... forgetting about Viktor. Stone elbow drops McNasty in the back breaking any potential cover and then slams his foe’s head into the mat.

Jon McDaniel: McNasty hit PX with that DDT of his, but can't take advantage because Stone was right on top of him. Remember folks, the winner of this match will advance farther in his chase for some gold!

Brian Rentfro: Wait Jon, look at this... it could all be over in a heartbeat!

Rentfro is referring to the sight of Viktor picking McNasty up and nailing him with a T-Bone suplex. He immediately gets up and picks McNasty up yet again and this time positions himself behind McNasty and grabs him for a belly-to-back suplex.

Brian Rentfro: McNasty is getting taken to suplex city by Stone!

Before Viktor can administer the suplex, Mark elbows his way out of his grasp, and quickly moving behind the Controlled Violence member. The Nasty One shoves his opponent in the back, pushing him face-first towards the nearest turnbuckle. As Viktor prepares for impact though, the referee suddenly finds he has nowhere to go and inadvertently gets sandwiched against the buckle. Being of a relatively small frame, he doesn't fare that well.

Jon McDaniel: Good God! The zebra just got squashed against those turnbuckles by the combined weight of over five hundred pounds!

The ref flops out of the corner after being the filling in a rather super-sized sandwich as Stone and McNasty back step, seeing what they've inadvertently done. McNasty decides to take immediate advantage and eye gouges Stone, before flattening him with a haymaker.

Jon McDaniel: With the referee down, we're now descending into a state of lawlessness!

Brian Rentfro: Well our zebra is down... and so are Stone and PX... and now McNasty's down too!

Fatigued, Mark drops to the mat and makes his way over to the corner. The fans standing stomping and clapping, trying to rouse the competitors back into action.

Jon McDaniel: Listen to the noise here! This three-way match is literally hanging in the balance!

McNasty hasn't crawled outside for no reason though; he's searching for a steel chair. At the same time, Stone has slithered over to the other end of the ring and is leaning over the apron, searching underneath the ring for something. PX is also stirring, lying in the center of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Wait just a minute... McNasty is reaching for a chair!

Brian Rentfro: I'm sure he's just wants to sit down and grab a breather while his opponents are down.

Jon McDaniel: And is that a fire extinguisher Stone's got!?

Brian Rentfro: Um... perhaps he smells smoke somewhere... maybe it's one of the various aromas coming from Dirty PX over there!

Both now armed, Stone and Mark take a quick look over their shoulder at one another, not realizing the other man has a weapon.

Brian Rentfro: Look at this Jon, it’s like pistols at dawn!

At the imaginary count of ten Mark and Stone both shoot to their feet and charge at one another, drawing back their weapons like warriors running into battle. Suddenly Project X pops up in between the two stars as they swing their weapons...

Crowd: OHHH!

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD NO!

With a sickening thud, both instruments smack against The Monster's skull creating a conchairto effect. Both McNasty and Stone pull back their dented weapons, intended to hit one another and watch as PX's limp body just crumples to the mat.


Jon McDaniel: Project X's head just got obliterated by a steel chair and a fire extinguisher! SOMEBODY GET SOME HELP OUT HERE!!

Brian Rentfro: A blow like that is enough to turn a man into a mask wearing idiot... (trying not to grin) not literally of course, I mean it won't turn PX into a cabbage or carro...

Jon McDaniel: How the hell can you crack jokes at a time like this!? Project X could be seriously injured!

Brian Rentfro: Look on the bright side, Jon... it might knock some sense or some talent back into him.

Stone and McNasty stand over the fallen giant, thinking about what to do next as the camera focuses on PX. The scene looks like something out of a horror flick, because with attire and look, PX's position resembles that of a killer before the killer sits up to reveal he's not dead after all. Sadly Project X isn't in a some horror movie spin-off; he's just unconscious on the ground.


Without warning Stone unleashes a jet of foam from the fire extinguisher, straight into Mark's face, temporarily blinding McNasty and causing him to drop his chair. Noticing that the referee is starting to stir, Stone rolls the fire extinguisher out of the ring and makes sure to kick Mark's chair out for good measure.

Jon McDaniel: Mark's got foam in his eyes from that fire extinguisher, he can't see a thing!

Brian Rentfro: The zebra is no longer down! He is starting to come back around.

Improvising on the situation, Stone runs forward and clotheslines the former World champion out over the top rope to ringside, much to the crowd’s delight. He then turns and covers PX.

Brian Rentfro: Stone gets rid of Mark and now makes with the lateral press!

Jon McDaniel: No don't let it happen like this! NOT LIKE THIS!

The ref stumbles forward to make the count as the crowd urges PX to escape.

Referee: ONE…



Stone rolls off of The Monster in an exhausted heap, realizing that he's just won the match, while all Mark can do is try to wipe his eyes on the outside, not yet knowing what has happened.

Eric Emerson: And here’s your winner, THE BEAST... VIKTOR STONE!!

Jon McDaniel: Stone has one this match but hardly by the book!

Finally Mark’s vision is restored and he is understandably annoyed that Stone is currently the man getting his arm raised by the official. Stone just seems to be bellowing in triumph, stepping over the body of PX which hasn't moved since the earlier collision.

Marxx vs Duff

PWA TV Title Match

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

[The chugging of the drums from the beginning of "Debonaire" by Dope hits the loudspeakers. Eventually, a pair of guitars begin to
accompany it and when the vocals hit, the curtain is hurled to the side.]

I don't need diamond rings or high-priced suits that shine

Limousines and flashy things or ancient bottled wine

Designer names and lavish things and million dollar hair

Bonny Dames without a brain I never really cared

[From the back, Duff Côte d`Ivoire emerges, to a giant pop from the fans. He looks to the left, then to the right. His eyes are adorned with sunglasses
he bought for around $10 before the show. Behind him, his trademark black trench coat floats as he walks.]

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada; he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs, Duff Côôôte d`Ivoooire!!

I dont care nothin about it


[He smirks at the fans and takes off his sunglasses. He hands them to a random person at ringside and rolls into the ring.]

I dont care for slitzy things or a fancy neighborhood

Glamour games or plastic fame or the king of Hollywood

Dazzling flamboyant things or a top hat on my head

Or modeling for magazines or to be a debonaire

[He climbs the far turnbuckle and raises his arms before jumping down, shrugging off his jacket, and tossing it to the timekeeper outside of the ring.]

I don't care nothing about it



[Duff does a few stretches and waits patiently for the bell to ring.]

JON MCDANIEL: Duff looks focused here.

BRIAN RENTFRO: I would be too, k here is a bet, Marxx will looked focused as well.

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

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

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from New-Brunswick, Canada, weighting in at 233 pounds: Marxx!

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

BRIAN RENTFRO: Told you he would be focused.


JON MCDANIEL: We are set for one heck of a match here tonight Brian.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Potential sleeper of the night.

JON MCDANIEL: Glad to see your enthusiasm for this match.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Nah, I mean, I am going to sleep here.

Collar and elbow tie up, Duff with a side headlock, Marxx with a sidewalk slam to counter. Marxx hooks the leg.

One... Tw--Duff kicks out easily enough to prevent Marxx from retaining the title.

JON MCDANIEL: Marxx going for a quick cover there.

BRIAN RENTFRO: He had better try to get a surprise victory.

Marxx pulls Duff back to his feet, knife edge chop, boot to the midsection, swinging neck breaker and Duff is sent back down to the canvas. Marxx with a leg drop across the back of his neck before getting back to a vertical base. Marxx grabs the wrist of Duff, Irish whip into the corner; Duff reverses. Duff follows in quickly with a clothesline that nearly topples Marxx over the corner and to the outside. Marxx with a right hand, but Duff ducks under the blow, arm bar down to the canvas, but Marxx is in the ropes quickly and the hold is broken. Duff releases it immediately in favor of a stomp to the back of Marxx's skull. The referee quickly begins the mandatory five count and Duff pays no attention to the man counting. However when he reaches four, Duff stops the stomping bending down to pull Marxx back up. Marxx is on his knees in front of Duff, right hand from Duff sends Marxx's head backwards, Duff with a sadistic smile on his face.

JON MCDANIEL: Duff with something to prove here Brian.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Do you think?

Duff hooks Marxx's head under his arm, grabs the tights and lifts him into the air for a vertical suplex. Duff is holding him there when Marxx begins to turn in his grasp, falls behind Duff, inverted DDT on the canvas. Marxx with a quick cover.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Duff able to gain his wits quick enough to kick out there to prevent the Television champion from retaining. Marxx up quickly, wanting to keep on the attack here, he pulls Duff up a bit. Behind him quickly locking in a cobra clutch, paying special attention to the lower back of Duff, Marxx jumps up, sitting down driving Duff face first into the canvas with a cobra clutch bulldog. However, Marxx isn't through yet as he is off of Duff bringing down a boot onto the back of Duff's head. The referee is there to prevent Marxx from going ballistic like Duff did only moments before. As Marxx is pulling Duff back up to his feet, Duff throws a right hand into Marxx's midsection halting anymore offense for the meantime. Duff with another quick jab, and a third. Marxx releases the hold on Duff's head as Duff takes him down with a Lou Thesz press. Duff is throwing right fists into Marxx's face, but for his part, Marxx rolls to the right sending Duff on his back. Marxx with a few closed fists of his own here but Duff quickly rolls him over and the two are in the ropes, but they are still throwing punches like crazy.

JON MCDANIEL: This has turned into a brawl.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Glad to see you are earning your big paycheck.

Duff up, but falls back down quickly with a knee to the ribs of Marxx, who gasps in pain, grunting to emphasize the pain. Duff pulls his opponent up, Irish whip into the ropes, Marxx returns, elevated spine buster which causes Marxx's shoulders to absorb much of the impact. Duff hooks the leg and makes the cover.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Marxx kicks out with some authority, but one can tell it cost him as he winces. Duff throws him into the corner, shoulder tackle bends the TV Champion over at the waist. Duff lifts him up to the top turnbuckle and it looks like Duff is going for a top rope suplex. Duff lifts Marxx up in an electric chair position, Marxx being on his shoulders, then takes hold of Marxx and pulls him over his shoulder and down to the mat while falling to a sit out position so

that Marxx lands on his upper back and neck between Duff's legs; the referee is there to count another pin.

One... Two... Thr--Somehow Marxx rolls up his shoulders to keep his title for a little bit longer, if only for a moment, he keeps his iron clad grip on it.

JON MCDANIEL: Close falls here in this match.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Oh yeah, let me tell you I am so excited right now, I can barely contain myself.

Duff can't believe it, his open mouth shows the shock that he is undoubtedly feeling at the moment. He gets up, pulling Marxx along with him as the crowd is really getting into this match. Duff with a forearm shot to the back of Marxx's neck, Marxx with a right jab to Duff's ribs. The hold on his head is loosened, a second jab this one to the midsection and the hold is dropped. A short arm clothesline nearly topples Duff over, but Marxx catches him quickly, boot to the midsection, front face lock, Marxx falls to a knee driving Duff's face onto the upturned knee with a front face lock DDT. He throws Duff to the side before climbing up top; looking down he sizes up Duff and jumps landing a leg drop across Duff's face. Leg hook and a pin.

One... Two.. Duff rolls a shoulder up and the match continues. Marxx kneels down on one knee and simultaneously grabs hold of one of Duff's thighs with one arm and one of Duff's arms with his other arm. He then pulls Duff on his shoulders and then rises up slightly, using the motion to push Duff off his shoulders, flipping him to the mat onto his back. Another cover, but Duff is too near the ropes and drapes a foot on the rope before a one count can be administered.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Duff showing there that his attitude doesn't need to be adjusted.

JON MCDANIEL: Lucky for Duff he was near the ropes.

Duff is pulled back to his feet, surprise shoulder block sends Marxx doubling over, Duff charges at Marxx from the short distance. Duff doubles Marxx over, placing his head between his thighs, and then locks on a standing butterfly hold. Duff then lifts Marxx up vertically before dropping to a seated position, driving Marxx head first into the mat.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Marxx was going to surprise him with the Leaving Marxx, but Duff surprises him with Echoes!

JON MCDANIEL: This match has been full of surprises!

One... Two... Three.


ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW PWA Television champion... Duff Côte d`Ivoire!

Renegade Souljahs vs Jacob Figgins & Johnny Maverick

PWA Tag-Team Title Match

PWA Tag-Team Title Match
Renegade Souljahs vs Jacob Figgins & Johnny Maverick
ERIC EMERSON: The following match is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Tag Team Championship and is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ERIC EMERSON: His tag team partner...

"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.

"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.

"I'm A Soulja" by Ghetto Comission blares and the cheering crowd grows even louder as from the back runs the Pioneer Wrestling Association Tag Team Champions, The Renegade Souljahs.

ERIC EMERSON: At a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty-five pounds, they are your Pioneer Wrestling Association Tag Team Champions... Ryan Ross and Mark Zout... The Renegade Souljahs!

Mark and Ryan sprint down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.


Zout and Figgins step to their respective corners as Ross and Maverick stand in the middle of the ring staring daggers at each other. Collar and elbow tie up, Johnny with a go behind, Ross reverses into a hammerlock, headlock. Maverick lifts Ross up going for an atomic drop, but Ross leans backwards flipping back over Johnny, rear waist lock. Johnny's shoulders are slammed into the mat with a bridging German suplex pin fall. Referee Scott Swindell is there to make the count.

One... Tw--Jacob Figgins kicks Ryan's ribs to break up the pin just as Johnny kicks out.

JON MCDANIEL: Figgins in to break up the pin.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Johnny had that covered easily.

Scott Swindell begins to force Jacob out of the ring, but Mark gets in quickly and him and Ross whip Maverick into their corner. Right hand from Zout as Ryan shoulder blocks Maverick even more into the corner. Ross and Zout look at each other before starting to simultaneously releasing kicks into Maverick's ribs. Jacob is in his corner and there comes Scott Swindell to administer the mandatory five count.

One... Two... Three... Four...

Mark climbs out of the ring with a smirkish type look towards Jacob Figgins. Ryan reaches out and tags in his partner and long time friend Mark Zout. Zout comes into the match now as the legal man. Double knife edge chop rocks the flesh of Johnny Maverick and the five count starts again. Here comes Figgins, he shoves Ryan away before Irish whipping him into the ropes. Ryan slides under the bottom rope laughing at Figgins as Ryan points at his own head. Zout with a chop block to the back of Jacob's knee. Figgins falls down to the mat as Ryan and Zout laugh at Figgins's predicament and his partner. Johnny dives from the corner taking Zout down with an unsuspected clothesline. Jacob gets over to his corner and is back on the ring apron. Maverick is unleashing right and left fists into the trouty face of Mark Zout.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Face like a trout Mark Zout is getting his ass handed to him.

JON MCDANIEL: You can't say that on television.

BRIAN RENTFRO: It is pay per view, I can say whatever I want to.

Referee s beginning to realize he might have his hands full in this match as he once again has to administer the five count for closed fists. He gets up to four before Johnny rolls off of the now bloody face of Mark Zout; that wound from Rebel Pro has been re-opened. Irish whip into the corner, Johnny tags in Jacob Figgins. Jacob and Johnny with double forearm shots as once again, the mandatory five count is issued. After four, Maverick climbs through the ropes as Jacob delivers a painful looking knife edge chop to Zout's chest. Pulling him from the corner, Jacob shoves him backwards into the corner, shoulder block to the midsection. Another shoulder block. Jacob wraps his arms around Mark's waist, spins around, belly to chest type spine buster. Jacob puts one of Mark's legs on the ropes, jumps into the air, and comes down on the knee, causing it to bend in a way it wasn't meant to. Jacob jumps into the air again, comes down, on the upturned knee of Mark Zout, effectively crotching himself in the process. Jacob reaches out to tag in Johnny, thank goodness he is near his corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Great luck there for this Irish duo.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Luck of the Irish!

Johnny climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a cross body splash into a pin as he hooks the leg.

One... Two... Ryan Ross in to break up the pin just as Mark reaches out a leg to the ropes. Scott Swindell begins to push Ryan Ross back to his corner. Jacob pulls himself up to a vertical base, double Irish whip into the corner. Clothesline from Jacob, who ducks to the right, Johnny with a clothesline and he ducks to the left. Ryan is not wanting to go to his corner pointing out that his partner is being double teamed across the ring. Jacob hooks in a wristlock on Zout as Johnny kicks out at the bend of his elbow, Mark grunts in pain from the torment on his elbow. Johnny looks back to see Ryan still arguing with the referee as Jacob slides under the bottom rope, he grabs both of Mark's ankles, pulling them out from under him and slamming his crotch on the ring post. Johnny leaps into the air dropping a leg across the back of Mark's neck. Jacob climbs back to his position on the ring apron just as the referee turns to check on what Ryan Ross has been saying. It is time for Jacob to smirk back at Ryan Ross as Scott Swindell turns back to say something about lying. Johnny tags in Jacob Figgins and another double team commences.

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob is good friends with Ross and Zout, why is he doing this?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Gold Jon, the Irish will do anything for gold.

JON MCDANIEL: Even double teaming?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Not double teaming, just utilizing quick tags.

Johnny and Jacob with an Irish whip into the ropes, they quickly charge after their prey. Mark holds onto the top rope, flips himself over, and pulls the top rope down as both Johnny and Jacob go diving over the top rope. Mark flips himself back into the ring, looks at his partner through the mask of blood and simply falls down to the mat. Ryan is in as soon as it happens, Scott has begun the ten count.


Ryan pulls Mark up to his feet.


Draping his arm around his shoulders, he pulls him to their corner.


Ryan climbs back through the ropes and extends a hand.


Jacob and Johnny get to their feet.


The two hurriedly get back to the ring and slide in under the bottom rope.


Ryan is powerless to stop, but Scott doesn't allow Johnny to come over and forces him back to his corner. Ryan with a right hand staggers Jacob, but he manages to avoid a second and grabs Mark's wrist, he begins tugging. Scott turns around just in time to see Mark's boot touch the outstretched foot of Ryan Ross; Jacob drops the wrist of Zout. Ryan leaps from the top with a dropkick, Figgins down. Johnny comes in, standing dropkick sends him down.

JON MCDANIEL: Ryan is on fire and the crowd is loving it!

BRIAN RENTFRO: Loaded boots.

JON MCDANIEL: How would you load a boot?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Ask those who done it.

Jacob up charging at Ryan, a clothesline from Ryan sends him back down to the mat. Johnny up swinging a right hand, a Fujiwara arm bar takes him down to the canvas. Ryan thinks about locking on a chicken wing submission, but with Johnny not being the legal man, it is pointless. Ryan back up quickly and here comes Figgins again, this man is determined if nothing else. Ryan ducks under the Figgins clothesline, standing dropkick sends Jacob stumbling over Johnny. Jacob's face smacks into the turnbuckle, Johnny is getting back up. Ryan grabs his wrist, Maverick is sent flying over the top rope. Jacob turns back around, collar and elbow tie up. Jacob spins Ryan around, shoving him into the corner, he follows in with a clothesline. Ryan ducks under, hooks Jacob in a backslide pin.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Jacob rolls out of the pin. Ryan releases the hold.

JON MCDANIEL: The pace certainly has picked up here.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Those loaded boots helped.

Jacob on his knees, throws a punch to the standing Ryan that catches him in the midsection. Ryan doubles over from the surprise of the blow. Another right hand, and a third as Johnny climbs back up on the apron. Jacob reaches out for a tag, but Ryan shoves him away with a shoulder block to the face, Jacob lands on his back. Ryan with an elbow drop, but Jacob rolls out of the way and Ryan's elbow catches canvas, hard. Jacob sits up, reaching out and tagging in Johnny Maverick in. Johnny pulls Ryan up with the assistance of the hair on his head. Ryan grunts from the pain on his scalp, Johnny with a slap to Ryan's face, following it up with a closed fist punch. Jacob with a full nelson on Ryan prevents him from fighting back and the five count is administered by referee Scott Swindell. But just because Ryan is unable to fight back, that doesn't mean Mark Zout can't. Here comes Zout with a dropkick sending Johnny into Ross, Ross into Figgins, and Jacob is squished in the corner. Here comes the fans again for the Renegade Souljahs!

BRIAN RENTFRO: See what I mean about loaded boots?

JON MCDANIEL: How are you getting that their boots are loaded?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Every time one of them hits a dropkick, either Johnny or Jacob goes down.

JON MCDANIEL: You'd go down too if you were hit with a dropkick.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Exactly my point, the loaded boot is the culprit. Glad you see reasoning.

Johnny turns around into a closed right fist from Zout, his head is rocked back from the force of the blow. A closed right fist for Jacob sends him reeling back, another to Johnny, and another for Jacob. Ryan is getting up, he throws a right into Jacob's face as Zout is throwing them into Maverick's face. Referee Scott Swindell has lost control of this one here so far. Ryan with a right, a mule kick from Johnny though prevents the closed right fist from connecting with Jacob's face. But Mark's closed right fist connects with Johnny's skull, but as Johnny falls down to the canvas, he makes a double fist of his hands and drives them upwards into Zout's crotch. Mark falls to the canvas in a heap. Johnny lifts him on his shoulders, carries, and deposits him in his corner, on the ring apron.

JON MCDANIEL: Low blow from Maverick there.

BRIAN RENTFRO: I didn't see what you are talking about, allergies you know.

Scott gets Jacob to go back in his corner as Johnny throws Ryan into Jacob's grasp. Right from Johnny, a left, and Johnny is boxing Ryan's head from side to side. Ryan looks behind Johnny with a glint in his eyes and Johnny stops to turn around. Back elbow into Jacob's face sends him off of the ring apron. Ryan spins Johnny around, swinging neck breaker and Johnny is down. Ryan pulls him back up, forearm shot to Johnny's throat, one to his forehead, and a chop now has Johnny Maverick in the Renegade Souljahs corner. Ryan tags in the bloody Mark Zout, he climbs to the top turnbuckle, sitting on Maverick's shoulders, he flips forward driving Johnny's face into the canvas. Hooking the leg, he makes a cover.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Jacob stomps on the back of Mark's head to break up the pin.

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob keeps the match going there.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Here comes the Nasty Sauce Ryan Ross.

Ryan dives at Jacob before Scott can get him back to his corner. Both men go through the middle rope and to the outside floor, all friendships gone out the window for the time being. Ryan and Jacob are rolling around on the matting like high schoolers fighting over a girl. Fists are flying and the fans on the front row are getting a treat here. Mark pulls Johnny up to his feet, forearm to the mouth before he whips him into the ropes. Johnny throws out an arm as Mark rebounds, but Zout ducks under the attack, hitting a dropkick to Maverick's back. Johnny is shoved front first into the ropes and Mark runs, leaping, grabbing Johnny's head under his arm in a face lock, driving him down to the matting outside with a bulldog from inside the ring!

JON MCDANIEL: Johnny's neck has to be broken there!

BRIAN RENTFRO: Mark Zout should be fined for performing a move like that! He could have ended Johnny's career.

JON MCDANIEL: How would you feel if Johnny had done that to Mark Zout?

BRIAN RENTFRO: I'd nominate him for a humanitarian award, of course.

On the other side of the ring, Jacob is pounding Ryan's face into the guard railing, Mark sees this, slides into the ring as referee Scott Swindell begins the count, he quickly stops it. Mark runs diving over the ropes with the Ode to Nirvana, which takes Jacob out for the mean time. Mark is up and Mark is bloody, but Mark also doesn't care because the crowd is chanting his name. They are alternating between "Zout!" "Ross!" Mark picks up Ryan, rolling him onto the apron before climbing back into the ring himself. The count is stopped at four, but is fixing to begin again as Mark climbs to the top turnbuckle that is facing towards Johnny Maverick. He looks to the crowd, looks to Johnny, and back to the crowd. He points in the air, remnants of Macho Man Randy Savage, and dives with the point of his elbow extended in front of him. The point drives home in Johnny's chest. Zout rolls Maverick into the ring before holding onto the top rope. Pulling himself up, Mark springs from the apron to the top rope, flipping in mid air as he lands a split legged 360 degrees front flip leg drop. He hooks the leg.

One... Two... Thre--NO! Johnny manages to get his hand into the ropes to stop the pin, but only barely.

JON MCDANIEL: Closest pin of the match there.

BRIAN RENTFRO: But the ring presence of Johnny Maverick prevented the pin.

Mark scoops Johnny slamming him down in front of the corner, Mark climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps out with the Pacific Plunge
and it connects with Johnny's upturned knees, driving the wind right out of Mark Zout in a rush. Mark falls to the side, rolling over to his back. Johnny locks Mark into a front face lock, wrenching the hold in, and then drops to the mat. In a heartbeat, he wraps his legs around the back of Mark's arms, preventing him from having the ability to use them to try to escape the hold. Referee Scott is there to check on the status of Mark, who's boot is just inches away from the ropes and safety. Ryan goes to dive into the ring but is stopped from doing so, he turns around to find the countenance of Jacob Figgins there shaking his head.


ERIC EMERSON: Winners of the match and NEEEEEW Pioneer Wrestling Association Tag Team Champions, the team of Jacob Figgins and Johnny Maverick!

JON MCDANIEL: They did it, they pulled the upset!

BRIAN RENTFRO: They overcame the adversity of the loaded boots and all.

Return of a Champion!

"Voices" by Rev Theory hits the sound system as President Mark Sommers comes out from backstage. The crowd is on their feet as Mark makes his way down to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Whoa, what's going on Jon? You know anything about this?

Jon McDaniel: I was just told there was going to be a contract signing tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Aren't those usually done in the President's office... behind closed doors?

Jon McDaniel: I'd like to think so. I did hear a rumor that a former PWA superstar had been spotted backstage last week on Rampage.

Brian Rentfro: And who was it?

Jon McDaniel: Looks like we're gonna find out Brian.

Mark enters the ring, a folder in his hand, and heads toward the middle of the ring where there is a table and two chairs on opposite sides. He is handed a microphone as "Voices" dies down.

Chamelion: Rumors have persisted! Who did I speak too last week? Well, let's find out, shall we?

Mark takes a seat in the far chair, facing the entrance ramp.

Brian Rentfro: Here we go...

"The God That Failed" by Metallica hits the sound system. The crowd, already on their feet, are anxious to see who is about to come out. The lights go out as the drums and bass of Metallica kick in heavy. Then the guitar. Green and silver strobe lights move along with the drums as James Hetfield's vocals scream over the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: I can't see who it is!

Jon McDaniel: Me either. All I can see is a ridiculous green tuxedo...

The lights come on as pyros go off behind Matthew "Virus" Engel. He is dressed in his old school ring attire: dark green tuxedo, black shirt, black tie. The crowd goes crazy for the former World Champion.

Brian Rentfro: That's Matthew Engel!

Jon McDaniel: A retired Matthew Engel!

Brian Rentfro: Not if he is the one signing that contract!

Matt walks down to the ring and slides in. He waves to the fans, glistening in the spotlight. "The God That Failed" dies down as he sits down across from Chamelion. Chamelion raises the mic.

Chamelion: Let’s cut to the chase. You want to come back to PWA, you want to make some sort of impact, and so on, so forth. That’s all fine and dandy, but I want something in return.

Engel lifts an eyebrow, and responds.

Engel: Like, what, Sommers?

Chamelion drops the mic, takes out a sheet of paper from his pocket and hands it to Engel. He opens and reads it. A moment later he looks up in surprise. Chamelion nods and Engel smiles. He hands the paper back.

Engel: I think that can be arranged.

Engel then signs the contract and hands it to Chamelion who accepts it with a nod. Standing, he takes the mic again.
Chamelion: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome back; MATHEW ENGEL!

The crowd is mixed, since he apparently has made an agreement with Chamelion, but the two men leave the ring without so much as a backwards glance and the ring is cleared for the next contest.

The Phoenix vs Hunter Sullivan

GWA Global Title Match

Eric stands center ring, watching around waiting for his signal to start. With thumbs up from a stage hand listening through a headset, Eric begins his announcement.

"The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only with a count out, Disqualification, a three count, or Submission. Entering first from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN"

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.*

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes.

The Final Countdown by Europe begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.

Hunter and Rob glance at each other before looking to the fans whom are not to sporting of either individual. Hunter scoffs at the negative response knowing that what they are about to witness will surely change their tunes in moments. Rob on the other hand couldn’t care either way, but in honor of facing a fellow Pantheon member he walks center ring and extends his and for a shake. Hunter complies and extends his hand and shakes with Robinson. The fans take this as mockery more than Respect and boo again, bringing a scoff out of Sullivan as he moves back to his corner. Rob does the same and the GWA ref calls for the bell.

clang clang

Hunter moves in low to the ground and Rob mimics the movement before they finally collide center ring. The lock up sports some sort of test of strength as they both try their hardest to push forward and gain the advantage. The smaller of the two, Robinson is more easily pressured into the turnbuckle where they are quickly broken apart. Hunter breaks clean and moves back as Rob works out his legs before moving back to the center of the ring. The feel out process should prove testing as Hunter calls a more traditional test of strength. Oddly, Rob complies and interlocks fingers before Hunter swiftly rolls back, kicking away one hand and rolling backwards to his feet in an arm wrench that is quick fully and masterfully turned into a hammerlock. Not to be outshined by a supposed underling in the PWA, Rob performs a sideways cartwheel, moving out of the hold and chains with a whip into the ropes. Sullivan goes barreling into the ropes before returning for a snap arm drag that roughs him on the landing. Moving through the impact Hunter rolls to his feet, turning around in time to connect with solid Arm drag of his own. Robinson makes his own vertical spurt and both men lock up for the third time only for Hunter to quickly move for a reach around, gripping solidly in a reverse waist lock. Rob fights the grasp but it only leads to a Sullivan pulling up and attempting a half nelson. Scouting this stance, knowing it to be Sullivan’s forte, Rob counters rolling back in a standing switch and pulls up in a Full-nelson! Sullivan doesn’t let things go through as he slips through and drops down and packages Rob in a victory roll like pin. Robinson gets a two count on him before rolling through into his own pin!
two- Kick out!
Brian: “And we learn ever more why Pantheon are top talent of PWA, and that Hunter comes through each and every time he promises a good match.”

Jon McDaniel: “Dude, the match just started, you can’t tell anything at this point.”

Hunter and Rob move to their feet and dust themselves off as they look around to evaluate the situation. Most fans are too distracted by the opening chain that they remain silent, however, some of the strong willed stubborn of marks still boo at the sight of these two hated men in the ring. Hunter can feel that he is very slowly winning the crowd, Rob on the other hand still could care less, he is a little more focused on his opponent as he takes note of Sullivan’s skilled chaining ability. Feeling the need to compliment the ability Rob gives his “protégée” of sorts a golf clap. Smirking Hunter starts to circle ready to lock up again. Both men deliver as they lock up again. Rob gaining the first advantage, knees Hunter in the stomach and breaks away into a twirl, arm wrenching the right arm. Hooking the twisted arm back into a key lock he stomps a leg behind Hunter’s and starts to push him back. Sullivan tries to fight back, but the leverage and arm lock leaves him crippled as he starts to find himself in an arching bridge. Just before Hunter hits the mat by the tip of his head he finds the strength to push back and starts rising back up. Finding that he is losing the battle Rob steps forward and brings his foot back to sweep Hunter fully onto this back. Hunter doesn’t miss a step as he rolls backwards and spurts to his feet, twirling and rolling till he finds himself in a mirror situation with Rob in an arm wrench. Rob barely knows how things got to this position but opts to show up this ‘New Gen” wrestler. And with a little acrobatics he does just that, cart wheeling, Rob un-twirls his arm and ends up back onto his opponent, but that’s exactly how he wants it as he reaches back and drops to his knees, planting Sullivan with a snap mare. Finishing up the counter Rob clenches into a sleeper hold, taking it to the younger man.
Brian: “Oh, and rob proves why he was a champion for such a extended period of time. He proves he’s got the skills that kills, showing even Hunter a thing or two about wrestling the mat.”

Jon McDaniel: “Again, fairly early in the match, and I dare say Hunter still can maintain him claim, he’s fought through plenty of Robs moves and counters.”

Brian: “Who are you even voting for?”

Jon McDaniel: “well no one actually, I like to be unbiased, however, it’s generally the opposite person that you are.”
Hunter grips at his neck and starts to fight out of the air tight sleeper hold. Robs positioning is half vertical as he leans all his weight down on Hunters back, complimenting the sleeper in choking out his opponent. Hunter has fought through plenty of sleepers, so it’s only natural that Rob tries to put as much pressure as he can muster into the submission. Hunter shifts himself around to his knees, to fight off the move more appropriately, raising to his feet, forcing the hold to a vertical. Unable to apply the body pressure on the hold anymore Robinson tries to twirl and twist the hold and keep one step ahead of his opponent. The plan, as solid as it is, doesn’t help as Hunter spurts to the turn buckle and launches himself up and back into a bridge.
Two-kick out
Hunter escapes the hold with the pin, finding himself in a favorable position, Rob grounded and dazed. Bursting himself back to his feet Rob finds himself at the wrong end of a dropkick knocking him into the turnbuckle. Rob finds himself on the stinging end of a knife edge chop thereafter, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN of them! Rob staggers out of the corner holding his chest in cringed pain. Sullivan smirks and backs up giving the Pantheon member some room. Rob shakes himself off and takes the sting like a man as he starts to circle the ring.

Jon McDaniel: “So, I guess advantage this round falls to Hunter, any comment on that Brian?”

Brian: “Sure do, I never claimed to be against either man, and I’m just enjoying the show. Hunter finds it in himself to escape one of the most brutal sleepers I’ve seen in a while only to come back and turn Rob’s chest into raw meat!”

Jon McDaniel: “I’ve never seen you commentate so eagerly and positively.”
Brian: “Not everyday I commentate Hunter VS Rob now is it.”

Rob and Hunter move in on each other trying to find a method of attack that’ll give them an advantage. Hunter and Rob start to circle each other getting prepared to go at it again. Both men move in and lock up, Rob quickly grabbing a side headlock and grabbing the advantage in turn. Hunter struggles a bit but it’s an empty try as Robinson performs a side headlock takedown. Rob pressures the move but falls to the rookie lick mistake as Hunter wraps him around the head in a head scissors. Rob struggles for a second but nips right out of the hold bringing himself back to his feet. Sullivan is there to meet his opponent and when he rushes in to capitalize on his counter, Hunter drops him with a drop toe hold. Rob doesn’t have but breathing room as Hunter is down on him again taking control of the arm. The Phoenix tries to rise up, but Hunter makes a task of it as he jerks the arm and lays in kicks to the shoulder. At his feet, and irritated with the shots, Rob opts to counter, rolling forward, flipping forward with a handstand and twirling, the Former champion drops Hunter with an arm wringer. Hunter nips back to his feet, but Rob is there to stop him in his tracks, pulling his hair and smashing him to the mat.
Jon McDaniel: “Now that wasn’t very professional at all, and it doesn’t even look like the ref cares.”

Brian: “What, I didn’t see any hair pulling your seeing things.”

Jon McDaniel: “Who said anything about hair pulling…..”

Rob continues to take advantage as he pulls hunter into an arm bar, pressing his knee tight against Hunter’s face. Sullivan hurting from the arm bar pries out his head and starts to move to his feet. Rob tries to maintain his advantage, wrenching the arm, but Hunter spurts towards the rope-, no another hair pull. Sullivan drops to his back, growing agitated at Robinson’s style. Having his arm still locked Hunter nips up to his feet trying to show up his opponent with raw skill. Rob scoffs as he sweeps the Viper back. Sullivan merely nips right back up and looks at Rob in a mocking manner. Feeling insulted Rob sweeps him back once again, only for another nip up, followed quickly by a scoop and a slam! The arm still locked causes Sullivan to be arm wringered over head. It doesn’t prove to be much of an issue as Sullivan keeps up on his counter, kicking the back of his opponents arm. Rob is dazed for a moment before he makes his own counter, grinning in a malevolent way he nips right back to his feet. Hunter chuckles a little before sweeping the former champion back and to the canvas. Rob returns the favor of earlier and nips right back up. Sullivan only grins as he knees Rob, making him double over before stepping over the captured arm and rolling forward into a cross arm breaker!

Jon McDaneil: “Both men are going back and forth in a glorified one-ups -manship of a contest.”

Brian Rentfro: “Indeed, and it proves entertaining as The Phoenix needs to escape this here arm bar submission. And trust me, this move is a deadly one.”
Rob feels his arm grow dangerously in pain as he tries to find an escape, luckily though, for the former champ, the ropes are fairly close and Rob is able to secure them in hand. The rope break is called quickly and Hunter is forced off the hold by the ref. Scoffing at the forceful nature of the ref, Hunter breaks away and backs up giving Rob room to his feet. A little disgusted in that last exchange Robinson spurts quickly out of the ropes almost catching Hunter off guard, but he manages a quick, sloppy, arm drag that plants Rob right back to the mat. Rob grits his teeth as Hunter stresses another arm bar in on his opponent. The ropes aren’t there to save him as Sullivan stresses the arm and elbow. The Phoenix is reluctant to tap, or anything of that matter as he fights the move. Hunter growing slightly irritated changes up the move and drops a knee down on the elbow, following with another. Rob cringes and holds his arm in pain rolling away from his opponent. He doesn’t get away fast enough as Hunter grabs him by the mask and pulls him up to his feet. Quickly chaining, Hunter whips Rob into the ropes and waits for his return, where he drops down and allows the man to leap over him. Rob hits the next set of ropes as Hunter changes his position around for a monkey flip, but Rob catches himself on the ropes! Hunter looks back and notices the stop, nipping himself up athletically and turning on a heel ready to defend himself! Rob doesn’t look pleased as he is being shown up on the mat, learning the same fact that many before him have known, not to fight his game. That shouldn’t be a problem though, and Rob has another plan.

Jon McDaniel: “Rob looks to have a sinister look on his face as he starts circling the ring ready for another lock up, maybe being shown up in the chains are getting to him.”

Robinson smirks as he moves in locking up with his opponent in Sullivan. Keeping with the trend Hunter grabs the arm of the GWA champion and twirls in an arm wrench taking advantage of his opponent and beaming confidence. Maintaining his own confidence Rob rolls forward and twirls arm wringering the Viper. Holding firmly to the wrist, Rob twists and plants his boot firmly down upon Sullivan’s face. The move would clearly call for some attention by the ref but it gets completely ignored ad Rob tugs the arm and twists. Taking his boot off his opponents face Rob boots Hunter in the upper arm working over the limb. Without the foot on his face Sullivan starts to move his way to his feet. Rob doesn’t want Hunter to gain an advantage and plants in a few fists before whipping Hunter sturdy into the ropes. SPRING BOARD SH-!!!!~!!! Rob drops and waits for impact, but nothing follows Thinking he had countered the move he looks up and see’s Hunter smirking back having faked him out. With a bounce Hunter boosts himself to the third rope and goes for a Moonsault! No, Rob avoids it, but hunter lands solid on his feet with a stagger!! Rob Bounces off the ropes and looks to return with a lariat when Hunter counters with a tilt a whir- HURRACANRANN-NO!!! Hunter Stops himself from being flipped over and holds Rob in a dangle! The hurracanranna attempt fails as Hunter lifts up and drops the GWA champion on his knee with a powerbomb back breaker!

Brian Rentfro: “Hunter Maintains an advantage as he DROPS Rob with a brutal back breaker.”

Jon McDaniel: “and he’s not done look!”

Hunter has combed the powerbomb and grabs Rob by the Feet, crossing them and turning over in a Texas Clover Leaf!!! Rob looks up and seems desperate as he tries to crawl to the ropes, trying to grasp the bottom rope! It doesn’t work as Hunter arches the back as much as he can, not so much looking for a tap as he is to hurting his opponents back. The Problem with that is this might very well cause Rob to tap out as he is inches from the ropes. Wilcox bends down to check on The Phoenix who is stretching for the ropes but is just a little bit away. With Hunters backed turned to the situation Wilcox takes the rope and moves it closer to the champion, and Rob grasps it! Wilcox quickly demands Hunter break the hold, to which brings a harsh argument upon the challenger and official as Hunter believes he has Rob close enough to the center to prevent such a rope break. While he did in fact have Rob far enough away, he is unaware of the cheating and just feels the need to relieve some stress. With a moment of arguing Hunter scoff at the ref before tur- LOW BLOW!!! SCHOOL BOY!! Wilcox smirks as Rob swiftly moves in from behind and takes advantage! The ref dives in and makes the count, ignoring the low blow! ONE TWO- Hunter has his arm on the bottom rope! Wilcox stops for a second looking at the arm before pounding down once more THREE!!!

Wilcox calls the bell and moves to his feet grabbing rob by the wrist and proclaiming him the victor. A stage hand following instructions grabs the GWA belt and hands it to the champion. Hunter looks completely and utterly shocked, appalled, and for the people who are watching the Viper, rage is filling his face, complete and utter rage. He just got screwed, no if ands or buts about it, he was just screwed. Rob Who is celebrating on the turnbuckle is quickly nudged by the arm by Wilcox who points to Hunter getting to his feet, and he doesn’t look very pleased. Taking the smart mans route Rob dives from the ring fleeing quickly from the scene, and it doesn’t seem to help any that Hunter is in hot pursuit! Rob boots her passed the stage entrance and into the back stage area and Hunter is close behind.

We now fade to the next match.

Riona Langly vs Matt Stone vs Emperor Ian

PWA IC/GB Title Match w/ special referee: Chamelion

ERIC EMERSON: The following match is set for two falls, the first winning the Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Championship and the second winning the Pioneer Wrestling Association Grizzly Beer Championship.

God Damn I love Me

The opening of Tear Away cna 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 passed 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, awaiting to show these people what he was capable of.

"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.

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 silohettes 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 tron 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 unstraps 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.

JON MCDANIEL: Here we go Brian.


JON MCDANIEL: Here we go Brian, some great three way action.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Matt Stone vows to walk out with both belts, but he will have to drop one of them.


BRIAN RENTFRO: But which one will he drop?

Special Guest Referee Chamelion is explaining the rules to the three wrestlers in the ring when Matt Stone reaches through slapping the taste out of Riona's mouth. Ian steps back as Matt charges through to Riona with a clothesline. Riona with an armdrag, but lifts her knee into Matt's falling face, his head is thrown backwards. Riona quickly around synching in a crippler crossface submission hold, making sure to work on that shoulder. Ian with a boot to Riona's head to break up the submission before Matt could submit, if he were going to. Riona looks up with fire in her eyes, she was offered partnership, but denied the request from Ian. Riona is up to her feet, but to his credit, Ian is not backing down from the challenge of Riona. Ian with a right hand, Riona ducks under charging with an MMA takedown. Right hand from Riona and she is definitely working stiff here in this match as the sounds of her punches are reaching the tenth row. Matt Stone is up as Chamelion seems to be looking everywhere but at the pummeling Ian is receiving. Matt with an elbow drop onto Riona, the pummeling is broken up.

JON MCDANIEL: Chamelion isn't even paying attention here.

BRIAN RENTFRO: What is he going to do, fire himself?

Matt pulls Riona up, knife edge chop across the chest, Riona fires back with one of her own and Riona quickly wins the chop war as Matt winces back. Riona leaps into the air with a clothesline,Matt quickly hooks the leg into a bridging pin attempt.

One... Two... Thr--Ian with a leg drop prevents the pin fall, he would exchange the Grizzly Beer title for the Intercontinental title since Riona didn't want to work with him. Ian forearms Matt into the corner, Matt with a right hand sends Ian rocking backwards. Ian with a shoulder block, Matt lifts him up, piledriver in the corner. He picks Ian up, twists him around, vicious neck breaker that leaves Ian flopping under the ropes, Matt makes the cover with Ian's legs hanging through the ropes.

One. Two. Thre--NO! Riona with a front kick to Matt's skull breaks up the count, saving her Intercontinental title. Matt is dragged up to his feet, Riona with a closed right hand that Chamelion doesn't seem to see because he is looking into Ian's face. Riona with a second and Matt's face is beginning to turn blood red from the supposedly weak Riona; bet Matt is wishing he wouldn't have said those words. Riona with a spinning roundhouse kick that sends Matt towards the ropes. Irish whip sends him into the opposite ropes, she follows, lowering her head for a shoulder tackle. Matt with a toe kick rocks her backwards to a vertical position, Ian pulls himself up. Ian begins to argue with Chamelion about a fast count, but Mark pays no attention, just shrugging his shoulders at the complaint.

JON MCDANIEL: That was a fast count by Chamelion.

BRIAN RENTFRO: How can you say that? You can't even count.

Matt with a vicious picture perfect neck breaker on Riona and he makes another pin for the Intercontinental title.

One... Two... Thr--Ian with a leg drop across Matt's neck stopping the pin, Chamelion is immediately in his face for the interference. Ian goes to throw a right hand, but stops himself quickly so that he isn't disqualified, Chamelion gives that trademark smile. Matt charges past Chamelion, clothesline to the unsuspecting Ian sends him down to the mat, Riona is up though, she hits the ropes, reverse bulldog onto Matt.

One... Two... Thr--Matt kicks out just in time. Riona pulls him back to his feet, spins him around, European uppercut almost sends Matt back down to the canvas. Riona is forgoing wrestling right now for sheere brutality, but here comes Ian. He joins Riona as they pummel Matt together in the corner. Riona with a kick to Matt's ribs, Ian with a kick of his own to Matt's other side. Riona with a forearm to Matt's temple, Ian with a similar forearm shot to Matt's other side. Riona with a knee to Matt's ribs, then a fierce closed fist to Ian's temple that sends him looking shocked to the ropes. Riona with a shoulder block, stiff double jab to both sides of the ribs and she is really working over those ribs. Clasping her hands together, she uses them as a battering ram as she slams them into Matt's ribcage. Ian is back up, trying to help Riona out, but she refuses the help by planting her foot in his medsection, spike DDT to the canvas. She covers him.

One... Two... Thr--Matt Stone with a stomp on the back of Riona's head breaks it up.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Matt with a beautiful save there.

JON MCDANIEL: He has to do that if he wants to gain a title belt here in this match.

Matt pulls the stunned Riona up to her feet, tosses her bodily into the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Ei...

Ian gets Matt in an electric chair position, slamming him face first as he falls onto the canvas. Matt protected himself though, but Ian doesn't realize it; he is checking on the condition of Riona. Matt charges back with a body splash that smashes both Ian and Riona in the corner. As he falls backwards out of the corner, Ian stumbles out, leg sweep and as Ian is falling, side headlock to a face smasher on the canvas. He makes the cover.

One. Two. Thr--Riona falls out of the corner onto the cover, breaking the count by accident.

JON MCDANIEL: I think that was just sheer luck on the part of Riona.

BRIAN RENTFRO: I think she may have been unconscious after that body splash, her head hit Ian's pretty hard.Matt rolls off of the quick count, to kick Riona in the face, which rolls her over. He leans down to pull her back up and he mouths something about a little woman shouldn't be a wrestler. Riona punches him squarely in the mouth, splitting his lip in the process. Matt is shocked, he releases Riona. She gets up quickly, right hand, forearm, elbow, Ian rolls Matt up, but it was only so Riona could springboard from the middle rope with a forearm across the throat of Matt and a knee into Ian's skull. The pin is never counted, because it was just that quick. Matt may be wishing now that he had kept his mouth shut about Riona. She drags him over to the corner and places his leg on the ropes before climbing to the top turnbuckle; she dives. Smashing right into Matt's knee, he grunts from the pain and here comes Ian once again. Riona with a running Enziguri halts the charge of Ian, shocking him once again. But Riona wastes no time indropping a knee onto Ian's knee, trying to work him over as well. Standing leglock has Ian moaning in pain. Riona stands there twisting back and forth, she has forewarned Ian that she doesn't want to work with him and now he is paying the price. Matt is up, limping slightly, bulldog from the top rope slams Riona's face into the canvas. Matt has largely ignored Ian so far in this match, but that stops as Ian is there for Riona's rescue. Ian with a forearm, elbow, kick to Matt's ribs halting Riona's punishment from him. Matt is scooped from behind and sent to the canvas with a face smasher slam from Ian. Ian climbs to the middle rope, double axehandle blow to the back of Matt's head driving his face into the canvas. Ian is working on Matt now without abandon.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Did you see those closed fists of Ian?

JON MCDANIEL: What are you talking about?

Chamelion evidently saw something as he pulls Ian off of Matt and warns him about closed fists or something. Ian is getting extremely upset with this special guest referee and throws a punch, but luckily for Ian, he stops mere centimeters from Chamelion's nose. Mark looks at the closed fist and wags his finger in Ian's face in a "no no" way. Ian gets back in Chamelion's face and the spit is flying, but words can't be heard clearly. Matt rolls Ian up for a pin.

One. Two. Thr--NO! Riona breaks up the extremely fast count Chamelion was using there to pin Ian.

JON MCDANIEL: I see a fast count there.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Then you are blinder than the guy they have booking in the PWA's front office.

Matt is up again facing off against Riona, Ian gets up a bit shakily and is once again in Chamelion's face. Riona and Matt pay little attention to this as they fore go a collar and elbow tieup; hell they forego wrestling. These two are fighting so hard, it would make some MMA stars jealous with the force and power behind their punches. Even Chamelion and Ian stop their arguing to watch this onslaught of fists. Riona with a right hand, Matt with a right and left, Riona returns with a right and left. Matt absorbs the punches as does Riona, their faces and temples are getting blood red, but these two just don't care. Matt with a knife edge chop, Riona with one of her own, Matt with a boxer's stance, right jab, Riona in a kickboxer pose, front kick nearly takes Matt's head off, but he keeps upright, thanks to the ropes that he fell against. Riona charges with a clothesline and both go over the top. Chamelion walks closer to the edge and looks over to see them still brawling on the floor. Ian then spins Chamelion around and these two continue their arguement. Riona grunts as a fist connects with her mouth and her lip begins to swell, Matt's laughter is cut short as Riona slams a knee up deep into his crotch. The laughter stops, but is replaced by gagging, Riona mouths, "Bet you can't mimic me on that shit can you?" He can't knee her in the testicles, but he can still knee her in the crotch and he does, she grunts rolling to the right off of him. He reaches up to pull himself up, Ian stomps on his hand before using the ropes to help himself slide right into Matt's face. As soon as Ian is outside the ropes, Chamelion begins a count, it is actually a normal count, but to what point we don't know. Ian chops Matt across the chest, Matt falls back, Riona hooks herright arm uin between Matt's legs from behind, lifting him up slamming him neck first into the announcer's table.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Right here in our laps!

JON MCDANIEL: Matt Stone has just literally landed in our laps.

Riona motions for them to move out of the way as she climbs to the top turnbuckle, Ian tosses her a chair. Riona looks down at it in confusion before leaping down, the chair under her feet, right onto Ian! He goes down in a heap so Riona places the chair on his face and begins to stomp it repeatedly. Matt Stone is determined as he crawls from behind the table, microphone cords in hand, he wraps them around Riona's throat and starts to choke her as Chamelion's count reaches six. Matt whips Riona back and forth in the air with the cords before tossing her aside like a rag doll. He rolls Ian into the ring and the count stops, but Matt isn't finished as he picks up the now dented steel chair. He swings it down, cracking Riona in the back and this match has turned a bit hardcore. She falls to the matting outside the ring and Matt Stone has a glint of happiness in his eyes.Matt pulls the seat down a bit, forcing Riona's head into it before slamming it shut once more; he climbs to the top turnbuckle as well. When he is on the top turnbuckle, he turns to measure Riona, standing dropkick from Ian sends him prematurely flying and he chops his throat on the guardrailing around the ring. He flies back up, gagging and holding his throat, a bit of blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. Riona looks up, the chair still around her neck, she gets up, boot to the gut, spinning tornado DDT to the matting. Ian climbs to the top turnbuckle, he is going high risk, Chamelion rushes over to get a good look at the action and slips, he falls onto the ropes. Ian crotches himself on the ring post bolt, he groans as he sits there in pain; Chamelion shrugs.

JON MCDANIEL: Chamelion did that on purpose!

BRIAN RENTFRO: I don't think anyone slips on purpose Jon.

JON MCDANIEL: He did it so that Ian would fall.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Oh, he slips, hits the ropes when Ian is on the top turnbuckle and he automatically does it on purpose?

JON MCDANIEL: Of course!

Riona rolls Matt inside the ring, looks up at Ian and shrugs her shoulders. She realizes that she is wearing a chair around her neck and tosses it outside the ring to the floor. Standing dropkick sends Ian's face into the ring post, another does the same thing and Riona is looking, Ian's feet are tangled under the bolt; she shrugs as well. Turning Matt delivers a beautiful scissor kick nearly decapitating Riona, but she grabs the leg,twists him around and somehow locking in a Uranage spine buster. The crowd goes wild cause they all know what is next. Riona pushes the trapped arm of Matt against his throat, using her head to maintain pressure as she uses her free arm to reach behind him, locking
her hands at the wrist. After a few moments of using his own arm to choke himself, she leans forward before jerking back, dropping
back-first to the mat and slamming his forehead to canvas while simultaneously driving his own bicep into his throat.

JON MCDANIEL: Tourniquet!

BRIAN RENTFRO: But Riona isn't going for the cover.

JON MCDANIEL: Riona has something to prove here and she is going to do it right now.

They are in the middle of the ring now and Riona stands smirking at the unconscious Matt Stone's feet. Riona lifts his left leg by the ankle and steps around it, wrapping it around her own left leg with a spinning toe
hold. Riona then turns Matt over onto his stomach, locking his left ankle between her thighs, and then falls to her knees, wrapping his left arm around the back of her head and applying a crossface, wrenching the hold in.

JON MCDANIEL: Painkiller Overdose!

BRIAN RENTFRO: Is this really necessary?

JON MCDANIEL: Riona is proving something to Matt and he learns it well so far.

Ian falls from the top turnbuckle, but either is too weak to stop the submission hold or just wants Riona to win the Intercontinental title; either way, he isn't making an effort to stop the submission hold. Matt is in the hold, refusing to give, but Riona is refusing to release the hold, making sure to cause Matt as much pain as she can. She doesn't really care if he taps or not, but she is teaching him that Riona Langly can out wrestle and likely out fight any man here in the PWA. Chamelion slowly walks around to where Matt Stone is, but he makes no effort to check if Matt is submitting or not, he slowly gets down to one knee. Looking to Riona, he gets down on a second knee, then he is in Matt's face. But before Matt can submit, Chamelion leans up, holding at his lower back in a kneeling position. Chamelion then gets back up to a vertical position, stretching out his back muscles, Riona watches him like a hawk as Matt is now quickly fading.

BRIAN RENTFRO: I hope Chamelion is ok.

JON MCDANIEL: Why don't you send him a get well card then?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Do you know his mailing address?

Chamelion gets back down, looks at Matt's hand weakly tapping the mat and asks if he wants to submit; Matt quickly nods as much as he can. Chamelion isn't convinced so he asks again, this time right there on top of the action. Matt once again nods.


ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the first pin fall and STIIIIIILLLLLL Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Champion.... Riona Langly!

The crowd is loving it and gives Riona a big round of clapping as she takes her Intercontinental Championship. She slides under the ring, puts the title over her shoulder, and walks up the entrance ramp, glancing at the action inside the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: Riona has retained, but will Emperor Ian retain?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Hold on let me check.

The sound of swishing is heard as Brian is checking.

BRIAN RENTFRO: It is doubtful.

JON MCDANIEL: What makes... is that a Magic 8 ball?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Yeah... why?

JON MCDANIEL:Do you just happen to carry one of those around with you everywhere?

BRIAN RENTFRO: Doesn't everybody?

ERIC EMERSON: The next pin fall will earn the winner the Pioneer Wrestling Association Grizzly Beer Championship!

Ian pulls himself up to a vertical base, as Matt does the same thing. Ian is staring at Matt Stone, but Matt is staring at the retreating back of Riona Langly. As she looks up into the screen, her eyes seem to meet his for a long instant. Ian with a boot to the side of Matt's head, he falls to the side. Ian stomps on the knee that Riona worked on earlier in the match; he drops a knee on the ankle of the same leg. Matt rolls over, using his free leg to kick Ian in the face. Ian is thrown back first into the corner, but he comes out charging, Matt places his feet in Ian's midsection flipping him over in the air to land back first on the canvas. Matt up to his feet, not quickly but up to his feet. He grabs one of Ian's outstretched arms, and walks up the turnbuckle padding with Ian in a wristlock. Matt flips over the wristlock, landing on his feet, as he brings Ian's elbow down across his shoulder; Ian screams out in pain. Matt drops to a knee sweeping Ian's legs out from under him, his face plants into the canvas. Matt is beginning to move quicker now as his adrenaline is removing the pain from his body. Springboard from the ropes backflip double leg drop onto Ian's back, he yelps in pain. Matt is moving extremely quick, pulling Ian up to a vertical base, Irish whip into the ropes, Ian holds on as he sees Matt charging at him. Ian uses the ropes to jump up, catching Matt under the chin. Ian quickly on Matt, whipping him into the ropes, Matt reverses and Ian is sent running again, but this time right into Chamelion who is knocked down to the canvas. Chamelion rolls out of the ring to the floor from the impact, so momentarily there are is not a referee in this match. Matt with a right hand to Ian, he ducks, reverse Rock Bottom move slams Matt's face into the canvas. Chamelion is crawling weakly towards a chair beside Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro. He pulls himself up with the assistance of the announce table, he plops into a chair beside Jon McDaniel.

JON MCDANIEL: What do you think you are doing?

CHAMELION: Hey, I'm a ref, I got knocked out, this is mandatory.

BRIAN RENTFRO: Yeah Jon, leave him alone, he is injured.

Ian stomps away on the injured leg and ankle of Matt Stone keeping him from his high flying attack; Ian wants to retain the Grizzly Beer title and he plans on doing so.Ian pulls Matt's leg up by tha ankle, slamming it down onto the canvas once, twice, and a third time before kicking him in the shin. Ian then pulls Matt up to a vertical position, as Chamelion and the rest of the audience looks on. Matt is on the mat facing Ian, the Emperor locks his left leg around Matt's head by placing it over his right shoulder, and wraps his right leg under his left arm, locking his legs behind his head by tucking his left foot under the back of his right knee. Ian then grabs Matt's closer arm, the one trapped now between his legs, and underhooks it, twisting it forwards (towards Ian) as he brings it to his shoulder, locking his hands at Matt's elbow. He then begins wrenching in the hold, squeezing his legs together to put pressure on Matt's opponent's carotid artery while stretching his trapped arm.

CHAMELION: I just don't think I should move just yet.

BRIAN RENTFRO: It is ok boss, you take your time.

JON MCDANIEL: You have a match to call, get in there and call it.

CHAMELION: Do you know who you are talking to Jon?

Ian looks around for Chamelion, but doesn't seem him anywhere. He drops the submission move to turn and find Chamelion crawling towards the ring, ever so slowly; Ian can't believe it. Chamelion stops half way to the ring, his head just falls like he has ran out of the energy he has built up. Ian screams for him to hurry up as Matt gets up behind him. Matt slowly up, making sure to be extremely quiet. Matt spins Ian around, boot to the gut, tornado DDT. Matt climbs to the top rope, almost moving slower than Chamelion. Matt holds onto the top rope, on each side of the turnbuckle, and flips backwards with a moonsault, but Ian manages to get up two knees and Matt is hurting now more than ever. Ian rolls over to his hands and knees, hits the ropes, boot right into Matt's downturned face. The kick rolls Matt over, but Ian pulls him back up spinning him around into a facesmasher bomb onto the turnbuckle. As Matt ffalls down, Ian grabs him in a reverse three quarter face lock, down to the canvas with a awesome looking neck breaker. Ian makes the cover. Chamelion pulls himself up onto the apron and looks at the cover there.

JON MCDANIEL: It is painfully obvious that Chamelion is not severly injured, nor is he injured at all.

BRIAN RENTFRO: It isn't like he can get any money out of it, he owns the company after all.

JON MCDANIEL: He is just trying to screw Ian out of the Grizzly Beer Title.

BRIAN RENTFRO: So you say, the man is hurt and he is trying to continue refereeing; show some compassion.

Ian makes the cover anyways and Chamelion is in the ring now.


Chamelion is crawling towards the pin fall to get a better view.


Chamelion just passes out in the middle of the ring and Ian simply can't believe his luck, nor the gall of Chamelion. He drops the pin to yank Chamelion up to his feet. Ian is yelling at Chamelion bringing him around to the match and ever so slowly Chamelion is starting to come around. His eyes are blinking in that slow motion of his, but his face is remaining neutral to say the least, he looks legitimately dazed. Matt Stone gets up behind Ian, falls to his knees, and sends Ian to the mat with a schoolboy pin; Chamelion hits the canvas quickly, no longer dazed.

OneTwoThree Chamelion calls for the bell and hands Matt the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship.


ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW Pioneer Wrestling Association Grizzly Beer Champion... Matt Stone!

Ian is up and furiously yelling at Chamelion. Emperor Ian throws a punch, but Chamelion darts out of the way flipping backwards over the top rope before waving, smartassly, to Ian, that grin plastered on his face.

CHAMELION: Hey Ian, Got it? Nope, because Matt Stone does.

JON MCDANIEL: Chamelion screwed Ian out of the title!

BRIAN RENTFRO: Can you prove that? I think not.

Chamelion walks backwards up the ramp as Emperor Ian watches him retreat.

Jethro Hayes vs Shadow Starr

PWA World Title Match

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for on fall, and it is for the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
[i]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 [u]Last Resort[/u] play, purple and red spotlights joining the first beam.[/i]


[i]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.[/i]

No Breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my own breathing

This is my last resort

[i]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.[/i]

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
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

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

'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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

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

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

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

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

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

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

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.
~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.


Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger, Shadow Starr!!

Crowd is mixed.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from Lean OX, Ga, he weighs in at 317lbs and he is the PWA World Heavyweight Champion; JETHRO HAYES!

The response is massive as the crowd pops heavily for Jethro. Emerson leaves the ring and the ref calls for the bell.


Shadow Starr and Jethro circle each other, looking for an advantage to make the kill. Suddenly, the two lock up in the center of the ring, neither one able to get the advantage. Finally, in frustration, they break off, and begin to circle each other again. Again, the two combatants lock up, struggling for control. Jethro pushes Shadow Starr back into the corner, and Shadow Starr raises his hands. The ref orders Jethro to break free, who does so immediately.

Brian Rentfro: A clean break. Do you ever remember seeing something like that, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Not anytime recently. Let’s see how long they can hold this up.

Jethro waits for Shadow Starr to come out of the corner, and the two men lock up a third time. This time, Shadow Starr presses with his strength, and Jethro is pinned into the corner. Again, the ref orders the break, and Shadow Starr complies. The two men acknowledge each other, their test of power passed, and they knew it was time to get on with it. For a fourth time, the two men grapple in the center of the ring, but this time, Jethro wraps Shadow Starr into a headlock, holding him tightly. Shadow Starr presses his palms to Jethro’s back, and pushes him into the ropes. Jethro bounces off, ducks an attempted clothesline from Shadow Starr, hits the other side, comes back with a clothesline of his own, but Shadow Starr ducks that. Shadow Starr spins, follows Jethro into the ropes and hits a knee lift into Jethro’s gut, flipping him to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: Shadow Starr scores the first hit in the match.

Shadow Starr grabs Jethro by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Shadow Starr strikes with another knee, backs into the ropes and charges. Jethro avoids the attack, and flips Shadow Starr off of his feet. Jethro strikes with a quick elbow, quickly gets to his feet and hits with another elbow to Shadow Starr’s chest. Shadow Starr rolls over and tries to get to his feet, but Jethro is ready and knocks him back to the mat with a well placed drop kick.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro has the advantage now!

Jethro pulls Shadow Starr back up, twisting his arm around into an arm bar. Jethro places his foot in front of Shadow Starr and trips him face first into the mat! Jethro then turns, grabs Shadow Starr’s legs and pulls them back into a Boston Crab position.
Brian Rentfro: Jethro’s beginning the weardown of Shadow Starr. He’s wrenching into Shadow Starr’s back, trying to eliminate some of the man’s power.

Jethro pulls back even more, his face etched with determination. Shadow Starr presses his palms to the mat, and gritting his teeth, pushes up, sending Jethro crashing down. Shadow Starr rolls onto his back, sits up and pulls himself to the corner, his back aching terribly. Jethro is quick to return to his feet, and before Shadow Starr can react, slams his knee into Shadow Starr’s face in the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Vicious move by Jethro, but he’s got Shadow Starr trapped.

Jethro moves back, gaining enough running room, and charges into the corner. Shadow Starr reacts quickly, slipping out of the ring, causing Jethro to hit the turnbuckles. Jethro staggers back, and Shadow Starr reaches a hand in to trip Jethro to the mat. Shadow Starr then climbs the turnbuckles, and launches himself, striking Jethro in the shoulder with a knee drop.
Brian Rentfro: both men are moving really quick, trying to establish an advatage!

Shadow Starr rights himself, as Jethro gets back up, and the two men lock up again in the center of the ring. Shadow Starr locks Jethro up in a headlock, and runs forward, and drops down to the mat, slamming Jethro’s face to the mat. Jethro rolls over, holding his face. Shadow Starr gets back up, grabs Jethro and lifts him. Jethro wraps an arm around Shadow Starr’s head and DDT’s Shadow Starr to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Great counter from Jethro!

Jethro quickly comes back to Shadow Starr who stands up. Shadow Starr grabs Jethro and tries for a Vertical Suplex, but Jethro reverses it, holds him in the air for a while, then drops him backwards. He quickly picks up Shadow Starr and drops him with a another DDT. He goes for a cover. 1..KICKOUT

Brian Rentfro: It’s too soon. Shadow Starr still has fight in him.

Jethro picks him up and is about to scoop slam him, but Shadow Starr blocks him, and starts to punch him. Jethro staggers, and Shadow Starr bounces off the ropes and clotheslines him to the ground. He then follows him. Shadow Starr then tries for an Irish Whip into the corner, but Jethro reverses it, sending the man shoulder first into the turnbuckle.

Jethro then moves past Shadow Starr and climbs the turn buckle. As Shadow Starr stands up, he jumps off with a flying Axe-Hanle, knocking him back down. He then wraps him up in a Sleeper. Shadow Starr slowly fights to his feet, lifting Jethro with him. He then throws him off, by lurching forward and picks up Jethro and drops him with a huge Soaman Drop with a pin. 1…2..KICKOUT

Jon McDaniel: Shadow Starr returns the favor, and comes close to a pin!

Both men stand up slowly, shaking their heads. Shadow Starr whips Jethro into the ropes, and goes for a clothesline, Jethro ducks the clothesline, and comes back with one of his own, sending Shadow Starr to the mat hard. He follows up with a leg drop across Shadow Starr’s throat. Shadow Starr rolls back to his feet. Jethro tries to whip him into the corner, but Shadow Starr reverses and follows up with a huge splash in the corner. As Jethro staggers out, he puts him down with a Gorrilia slam. He covers 1...2.KICKOUT

Brian Rentfro: Both men are trying to finish this quickly! They know ONE mistake can cost them the match!

Shadow Starr pulls Jethro back up and wraps him up, and brings him down with a Vertical Suplex. He then rolls him up for a cover.


Shadow Starr stands up and locks Jethro up in a Reverse Chin Lock. He grinds, and Jethro shoots a hand out to the ropes, and the ref orders Shadow Starr off. Shadow Starr backs away. Jethro climbs to his feet, and as Shadow Starr comes in to clothesline him over the top rope, Jethro grabs his arm, spins, and hooks him in a back arm lock. He pushes upward on the arm, holding him at a distance. Jethro finnally lets go, and as Shadow Starr spins around, he kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him. He hooks the leg.


Jethro climbs to his feet, and picks up Shadow Starr by the head, and locks him up from behind, bringing him up and dropping him down with a Belly-To-Back Suplex. He then drops a leg across Shadow Starr's neck. Another cover.


Jon McDaniel: The amount of attempted covers in this match is incredible! But neither man is giving an inch!!!

The two combatants rise, breathing hard, sweat drenching their bodies. Shadow Starr goes for a kick, which Jethro deftly catches, but this allows Shadow Starr to hit an inziguiri, sending Jethro careening to the mat. Shadow Starr bounces off the ropes and hits a knee drop into Jethro’s kidneys. Getting to his feet, Shadow Starr circles Jethro as he struggles back up. Positioning himself behind Jethro, Shadow Starr applies a sleeper hold. Jethro struggles, trying to break the move. Shadow Starr applies deeper pressure, trying to put Jethro to sleep. Suddenly Jethro pushes hard with his feet, sending the two men back into the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Smart move by Jethro, squashing Shadow Starr in the corner!

Shadow Starr finally begins to stir, as Jethro moves forward, grabs him by the hair, and hits a bodyslam, taking the rest of his breath away. Jethro goes for a cover. The ref counts 1…..2….Kickout by Shadow Starr!!

Jon McDaniel: SO Close!! But Shadow Starr still has some fight left in him! This match is way to important for him!

Jethro pulls at his hair, frustrated, and pulls Shadow Starr back up, but Shadow Starr hooks Jethro and rolls him into a small package… the ref is quick to count….1…….2….kickout!

Brian Rentfro: Shadow Starr nearly got him there, but Jethro’s got to much power for a small move like that!

Shadow Starr is back on his feet, some of his quickness returning, and lifts Jethro up into a powerbomb, but as Jethro is lifted over Shadow Starr’s head, he begins pounding away on Shadow Starr, causing Shadow Starr to fall on the mat, carrying Jethro with him! The ref makes another count as Jethro tries to hook a leg, 1….2.Kickout again!

Jon McDaniel: WHAT A MATCH!! Both men are now trying any desperate move they can to make the pin! What’s it going to take??
Shadow Starr trips Jethro as he tries to get back to his feet, giving Shadow Starr enough time to stand. Shadow Starr pulls Jethro up off the mat, and starts to whip him into the ropes, but Jethro reverses the move, causing Shadow Starr to be sent careening into them. Shadow Starr comes off the ropes and…….

Brian Rentfro: The PLOW!!!!!! Jethro hit The Plow!!! He’s making the cover!

The ref hits the mat, and counts……1……..2……..3!!!!

Jon McDaniel: It's over! Jethro retains!

Before Jethro can even stand and get his title, the crowd jumps to their feet as Mathew Engel rushes down the ramp, slides into the ring and as Jethro stands, not seeing Engel behind him, Engel hits the Engelosity, knocking Jethro out! Mathew then stands over him, a slow smile creeping over his face and he rips off the shirt he's wearing and reveals a new shirt underneath; one that reads: PANTHEON!

(C) PWA 2009