World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick

Night of Champions

The Promise

We open Rampage backstage to find Chamelion standing in front of the PWA Logo. The crowd boos massively but he does not care, not one bit.

Chamelion: Tonight, I make a proclamation. No, not a proclamation; a promise, a guarantee, as it were. Tonight, Ian will learn a lesson, a valuable lesson. Tonight, I will begin my climb back to championship status, by doing exactly what I do; by being the Most Devious SOB in this business today, and by the night’s end; Pantheon will be stronger, more powerful than ever before, and we will reclaim what is rightfully ours; PWA GOLD! Don’t believe me? Just wait… the prophecy that is Pantheon will be revealed in..

Chamelion looks at his watch.

Chamelion: Say, about two hours from now. GOT IT?!?

The scene switches to the arena, and Jon and Brian welcome us to Saturday Night Rampage and the Night of Champions! The two quickly go over the matches, and note that due to the stacked card, they are getting right to it, with a PWA Television Championship match!

Duff (c) vs Andrew Crow

PWA TV Title Match

The match started out with a lot of mat wrestling before Duff tossed Crow into the corner. He tried to hip toss Crow, but he landed on his feet and hit a drop toe hold. Crow followed up with a drop kick to the side of Duff’s head for two. Crow charged at a standing Duff and he tossed Crow over the top rope to the floor. Crow recovered into the break.


Back at 5:01 and Duff had a waist lock on Crow. Crow managed to escape and hit a drop kick. Duff kneed Crow in the face and went to the second rope. He missed his splash attempt. Crow ducked a clothesline and hit a Chuck Kick to the back of the head for two. He pushed Duff to the floor and hit a plancha on the outside. He rolled Duff back in and went to the top. Duff ran up the turnbuckle and hit a belly to belly superplex for two.

Duff picked up Crow for the gut-wrench power bomb, but Crow reversed into a hurricanranna. Crow went to the top for a frog splash but Duff moved and Crow landed hard. Crow slowly got to his feet and Duff hit a clothesline from behind and followed up with Coil for the submission victory.

Winner: Duff Côte d`Ivoire in 8:45

Clash of the Titans

Jon McDaniel: I'm getting word that something is going on backstage.

Brian Rentfro: Do we have any cameras back there?

The scene changes on the big screen to show Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel going at it with rights and lefts.

Jon McDaniel: These two going at it before the Battle Royal!

Brian Rentfro: Why did Jethro go and start this?

Jethro with a right sends Matthew sideways into a Coke machine, he bounces back with a right of his own sending Jethro into a snack food machine. Matthew dives at Jethro with a spear, but Jethro slames his head through the plastic barrier between the world and the delcious snacks in the machine. Matthew comes back and his forehead is bloody from the impact. Jethro lifts him up for a slam, but Engel brings his fist down on Jethro's head and then thumbs him in the eyes. Jethro drops Engel and then Matthew brings Jethro down with a facesmasher onto the concrete.

Jon McDaniel: Someone get security back there!

Brian Rentfro: Let 'em fight!

Matthew stomps on the back of Jethro's head, then he grabs a steel chair from the catered food area right beside the vending machines, he slams it down on top of Jethro's head. He then places the chair on Jethro's skull and stomps down repeatedly. Engel picks up Hayes but Jethro throws a series of rights and lefts causing Engel to halt in his beating of Jethro. Jethro slams Engel into the Coke machine and it begins to topple from the two big impacts it has received. Matthew falls to the ground and Jethro dives out of the way, the machine falls on Engel's right leg and his screams are heard.

Brian Rentfro: The big hick broke Engel's right leg!

Jon McDaniel: What does this mean for Engel in the Battle Royal?

Security rush up and escort Jethro away from the scene as paramedics rush over to check on Engel's condition. The scene changes to back in the arena.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro should be fined!

Jon McDaniel: For what defending himself?

Brian Rentfro: No, for instigating the whole thing.

Jon McDaniel: Can you prove that Jethro started it?

Brian Rentfro: Sure can, he is World Champion and Engel doesn't like that fact.

Matt Stone (c) vs Johnny Maverick

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Grizzly Beer Championship and will be contested under Countdown Rules. Introducing first, the challenger...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jon McDaniel: Johnny has a chance to make history here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: But he has to overcome the current champion first.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, the current PWA Grizzly Beer Champion...
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.


Johnny and Matt lock up in the middle of the ring, Johnny with a forearm shoving Matt back a few steps, Matt with a slap to Johnny's face sending him back. Matt swings a right hand, Johnny ducks under the blow, German suplex and Matt is sent down to the ground; Johnny rolls t hrough and connects with a second German suplex. Matt rolls up quickly not wanting to lose a point at all against his opponent. Johnny dives with a spear type takedown andStone with a DDT sends Johnny down to the mat. Stone quickly makes a cover.

One...-Johnny kicks out but is down a point early.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny down to twenty-four points.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah and before long it will be down to only one point; Matt Stone is going to walk away with all twenty points.

Matt pulls him back up to his feet, European uppercut sends Johnny into the ropes, Irish whip from Matt sends him running to the other ropes. Matt dives at his legs sweeping them out from under him as he runs back; Johnny flips over Matt to land on his back. Maverick rolls over quickly as to not lose another point when he gets a punt kick to his skull and falls on his back again; Matt falls on him quickly.

One... Two... Thr-- Nope, Johnny only loses two more points, but not a third yet; he is down totwenty-two points here in the match. Matt springs to the top turnbuckle, runs nimbly along the top rope, back flips onto canvas. Johnny rolls out of the way to prevent losing another point here, he is determined to be the first champion here in PWA to hold two belts similtaneously. Johnny with a leg drop across the back of Matt's neck. He whips Matt into the corner, Stone slams chest first into the turnbuckle as he rebounds from the impact Johnny with a German suplex and slams Matt into the canvas. He rolls through with another German suplex, and a third; he bridges for a pin.

One... Two... Three... four... Matt raises a shoulder after the fourth pin count and he manages to lose four points in quick succession there.

Jon McDaniel: And the champion loses four points quickly.

Brian Rentfro: Um.... he has to let Johnny think he is going to win, keeps it interesting.

Both men are back up, staying neck and neck in the points race, Maverick with a toe kick to Matt's ribs, Stone catches the foot and laughs. Maverick with an enzuigiri, but Stone ducks under the flying foot, he spins Maverick around, clotheslining him down to the ground. Matt falls on top of Johnny, but not in a pinning predicament, he is just pounding away at Johnny here since there is no disqualifications. Johnny with a throat thrust gets Matt off of him somewhat but Matt is relentless as he comes back like a bulldog. Johnny sits up and pulls down the bottom rope, Matt goes sailing over the top. Matt catches the top rope and Johnny stands up, unaware. Stone wraps his feet around Maverick's head in a head scissors and flips him over the top rope with a hurricanrana to the outside. Mid flip Matt releases the head scissors and Johnny falls to the floor, Matt skins the cat to land back inside the ring, but he quickly scales the turnbuckles and poises there waiting on Johnny to stand. Stone dives out of the ring with a shooting star plancha onto Johnny who is just pinned under the onslaught of Matt Stone, but since no pin can be made, no points can be taken. Matt uses this oppurtunity to cause more damage, he whips Johnny into the ring apron, whips him into the railing, springing from the apron with a clothesline taking him down to the floor. Matt pulls Johnny up by the hair and rolls him into the ring before climbing onto the ring apron himself. Matt grabs the top rope,and flips himself over the top rope to land on Johnny's chest, but Johnny reaches a hand out to prevent a point loss; Matt is furious at his luck. He throws Johnny into the corner, following up with a monkey flip to the center of the ring; Matt climbs up the turnbuckles once more. Matt turns around to face away from Johnny and flips backward corckscrewing in mid-air to land on Johnny with a corkscrew 630 degree senton. He makes the cover by hooking the leg.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Se--Johnny raises a shoulder after having lost six points.

Brian Rentfro: That is definitely going to hurt his chances there.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny lost six points quickly and is down to sixteen.

Matt pulls Johnny up chopping him in the chest into the corner, another chop, a shoulder block and he gets forearmed in the back by Johnny. Maverick with a knee lift into the down turned face of Matt Stone. A second hard knee lift and the Grizzly Beer champion is stunned as he tries to back up. Maverick with a third hard knee strike backs up the champion even further. Maverick jumps into the air coming down with a leg drop that grinds Stone's face into the canvas, he rolls him over, but Matt lifts a shoulder to prevent a pin count. Maverick pulls Stone up by the hair on his head and thorws a series of punches into his face from extreme close range, the referee is powerless to stop the onslaught. Maverick with a right as his left hand holds Matt's hair. Another right, and another; Matt is stunned, boot to the midsection. Matt Stone is dropped with a stalling vertical suplex, Johnny makes a cover.

One... two.. Thr--NO! Stone rolls up a shoulder and only loses two points.

Jon McDaniel: Back and forth action here in this match for the Grizzly Beer Championship.

Brian Rentfro: But the Champ is currently leading and my pick to win the whole thing.

Johnny pulls Matt back up and applies a shinbreaker to weaken the legs of Matt Stone, not for a submission but to slow down the cruiserweight wrestler fro his aerial attack. Matt groans out in pain, but Johnny refuses to break the hold and the referee cannot force the break either when Matt reaches out and grabs the ropes. Johnny laughs at Matt's predicament and does what he can to tighten the hold even further. Johnny finally releases the hold to slap Matt across the face, pull him up and throw a jab into his midsection. Johnny with an European uppercut tosses Matt backwards into the corner. Johnny with a shoulderblock and rapid fire right left combo to Matt's ribs. Johnny mounts Matt in the corner with the ten punches but only reaches six when Matt throws him off. Matt, though his leg is obviously hurting him, climbs up the turnbuckle backwards and leaps with an elbow drop from the middle turnbuckle; he covers.

One... two... Johnny kicks out but loses two more points in the process. Matt pulls Johnny back up and tosses him unceremoneously over the top rope to the outside. Matt climbs up the turnbuckle and as Johnny climbs to his feet, Matt dives with a missile dropkick that sends Johnny's skull into the railing and possibly knocks him out cold. Matt is smiling as he rolls Johnny back into the ring, but brings a steel chair with him as he rolls back in. Matt hefts the steel chair and brings it down on Johnny's skull, the sound of steel meeting skull reverberates through the arena. Matt climbs up top, after tossing the chair down away from Johnny, and perches on the top rope. Johnny moves to his feet, his back to the perching Matt Stone and then he turns around. Matt Stone with a Molly-Go-Round, which is a flipping seated senton into a pin.

One... Two... Thre... Four... Fi--No, Johnny manages to stop before a fifth point could be taken here in this exchange of a pin fall; but he does lose four points.

Brian Rentfro: If my calculations are correct, and I know they are because I am perfect, Matt leads Johnny by nineteen to ten.

Jon McDaniel: But Johnny still has a chance, it isn't over just yet.

Johnny is up and ticked off, he spears Matt down to the mat and begins to pummel him with rights and lefts, unrelentlessly. Matt rolls him over, but Johnny quickly turns him back over and pummels him with more rights and lefts letting him know that just because he leads, he is not the winner just yet. Matt with a low blow stops Johnny from the fists of fury he was putting on and he rolls Johnny over as he laughs pretty much in his face. Matt climbs back to the top rope, perhaps going for a swanton; sure enough he dives out like a swan and falls like a rock as Johnny hits a homerun with the steel chair. Matt is down and Johnny makes the cover quickly.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Matt rolls up a shoulder weakly to stop the quick loss of points, but he has lost nine points.

Jon McDaniel: If MY calculations are correct, the score is now tied.

Brian Rentfro: Shut up Jon, just shut the hell up.

Johnny brings Matt back to his feet, twists him around, back down to the mat with a neck breaker, he rolls Matt over.

One... Matt throws a shoulder up.

Jon McDaniel: Matt down to nine points left here.

Brian Rentfro: Didn't I tell you to just shut up?

Johnny lifts Matt up for a vertical suplex and drops him with a jumping brainbuster to the canvas, but he doesn't go for a pin instead choosing to go for some more damage. Johnny has a glint in his eyes as he sets the chair in a seated position and pulls Matt over towards its now dented surface. He places Matt's head on the chair's seat before climbing to the top turnbuckle and measuring the current Grizzly Beer champion, he dives with a moonsault leg drop but no one is home, Matt rolls off of the chair and Johnny breaks the chair with his leg and he is in some pain. Matt shoves up to his feet, hooking the leg of Johnny and falling back in a figure four leglock. Stone reaches back and grabs the ropes for added leverage and Johnny is groaning from the pain, but this is smart to take his his legs out as well. Johnny is rolling around, but powerless to do anything to break the hold. He sits up, Matt with a right hand to his fist, Johnny falls back.


Johnny sits up, his shoulders having touched the mat in a pinning situation. He rolls to the left and Matt holds the hold, Johnny rolls to the right, making sure to keep his shouldrs off of the mat. Matt is forced to break the hold as Johnny keeps moving from side to side. Johnny holds at his hurtingright leg. Matt grins as he stomps on the knee of said leg. He pulls Johnny up, small package and Matt's shoulders are on the canvas.

One... Two... Three... Mat rolls through and now Johnny's shoulders are on the mat. One... Two... Th--Maverick rolls through and now Matt's shoulders are back on the mat. One... The hold is broken up now.

Jon McDaniel: Surprise on both parts there lessen the amount of points both competitors have.

Brian Rentfro: Sneaky move from Maverick, this kid has potential.

Up again, collar and elbow lockup, Johnny with a side headlock, Matt throws him into the ropes. Johnny comes off of the ropes, holds onto the side headlock, Matt lifts him up, atomic drop and Johnny holds at his lower back. Matt Stone with a leg sweep sends Johnny down to the canvas. Stone springs from the ropes with a springboard moonsault back elbow drop and hooks the leg for a cover. One... Two... Thr--Johnny throws a shoulder up to prevent the loss of another point. These two superstars are back even in the points race again and the total is down to five a piece. Stone pulls Maverick up, forearm shot to Maverick's mouth and a DDT to the canvas. Matt hits the ropes again with a springboard back splash, but Maverick rolls out of the way to hook the legs and place his feet on the ropes for leverage as he pins Matt's shoulders to the canvas.

One... Two... Three, Matt rolls up a shoulder and he is down to only two points. He rolls over dropkicking Johnny through the ropes, but Maverick lands on the ring apron, a smile on his face. Matt hits the ropes, baseball slide into Johnny's smirking face sends him down to the floor below. Matt holds onto the top rope, using it to slingshot himself over with a plancha and land on Maveric's chest and stomach driving the wind right out of Maverick's sail. He rolls him back into the ring and is a fury of movement. Toe kick to Maverick's ribs, he drops down spins sweeping the legs right out from under Maverick who lands on his back. Matt takes the broken steel chair and places it on Maverick's face, he jumps into the air, double foot stomp onto the damn steel chair. He makes a cover.

One... Two... Thre... Four. Johnny shoves up a shoulder, but he only has one point remaining here to save him.

Jon McDaniel: This is nearly over here Brian, one point for Maverick and two points for Matt Stone.

Brian Rentfro: Both of these guys have a ton of potential.

Matt climbs to the top rope, going for a high risk move that will either pay him greatly or put him into debt.

He dives with the Molly-Go-Round again as Johnny stands up and pins Johnny's shoulders to the canvas.



Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL your PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... Matt Stone!

Jon McDaniel: He did it, he retained against Johnny Maverick. That flipping seated senton is a pretty awesome move.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe he will decide to use that as his finisher since it finished off Johnny Maverick.

Matt stands up and looks down at Johnny, he holds out his right hand for his Grizzly Beer Championship.

Chamelion vs Emperor Ian

Grudge Match - GB Title Shot

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will determine the number one contender for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship, to take place next week on Rampage! Introducing first, from Imperial County, California and weighing in at 202lbs, he is the former PWA Grizzly Beer Champion; EMPEROR IAN!

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighs in at 245lbs. He is a former PWA World Champion and member of The Pantheon; he is CHAMELION!

The lights dim, and strobe lights begin to flash around the entrance stage when the following lyrics explode over the arena speakers.

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me!


Eric Emerson: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245lbs…CHAMELION!

Walking confidently out onto the stage, Chamelion, attired in dark green wrestling tights and a black fishnet shirt, looks around the arena, aware of everything.

You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith

He stands there, silently for a few moments as the music swells around him. His eyes lowered to the ring.

I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate

At that point, Chamelion whips his head up, his hair flying back and he has the look of a hunter about him, as he moves towards the ring with focused determination.

I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tension rising

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They Talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the chorus fades into the second verse, Chamelion arrives at the ring apron, a slow smile creeps across his features. Sliding into the ring on his belly, his hands propping his chest and head up, he stares intently at **Insert either ‘Emerson’ or his opponent**

All the lawyers are defenseless
All the doctors are disease
And the preachers all are sinners
And the police just take the grease
All you judges you are guilty
All the bosses I will fire
All you bankers will have losses
Politicians are all liars

Jumping to his feet, he offers a wink and turns and moves towards the corner turnbuckle.

I see darkness falling
I hear voices calling
I feel justice crawling
I see faith has fallen

Launching himself onto the second turnbuckle, Chamelion stretches his arms out, his fingers wiggling in a come get me motion as his head lowers and his Cheshire smile appears.

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the music fades, Chamelion drops down and turns, but his smile doesn’t leave his face, and his head remains lowered as he sways a little from left to right, as if in a trance, ready to face Emperor Ian, standing across the ring from him.

Brian Rentfro: Ever since these two men first clashed, Chamelion has had the upper hand. Even when Ian won the GB title away from Mark, he didn’t pin him.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion has made sure Ian knows this, over and over and it has infuriated the self proclaimed Emperor. This should make for an exciting contest.


In the ring, Ian and Chamelion stand across from each other. The bell rings, and they run for each other. Chamelion goes for a strong grapple, but Ian ducks under. Chamelion stops on a dime and turns to see Ian goes for a strong mule kick to the head. Chamelion throws his upper half back, and then grabs for Ian ’s foot. Chamelion manages to duck and grabs, and Ian has to hop on his one foot to keep balance.

Jon McDaniel: Backwards enziguri!

Chamelion again ducks, and Ian ’s leg misses. Chamelion goes for a Dragon Screw Leg Whip, but Ian jumps with his good leg, and stomps down towards Chamelion. Chamelion bails on the rest of the move, releasing Ian ’s leg to get out of the way. Chamelion begins rolling away as Ian runs towards him and drops and elbow. Chamelion rotates 90 degrees though, and rolls out of the way. Both men then pop back to their feet. The crowd is eating this up; but they won’t even pause to let the crowd cheer for them. Chamelion darts towards Ian and grabs his arm. He sends Ian to the ropes, and when Ian comes back, he finally connects with a step-up enziguri.

Brian Rentfro: And the crowd is going nuts.

The sound of the top of Ian ’s foot connecting with the side of Chamelion’s face echoes through the arena. Chamelion spins 360 degrees before he stops and stumbles a little from side to side. Ian wastes no time with a harsh clothesline. We see Chamelion’s feet actually go up in the air as the two men hit the ground. Ian puts himself on top of Chamelion’s legs and pushes down.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion’s getting compressed.

The ref counts.



Kick out!

Chamelion shoves so hard that Ian stumbles back a few feet and falls on his ass. Ian looks a little surprised; but jumps back up. He darts back for Chamelion, but Chamelion maneuvers away, and catches Ian in a surprise drop toe hold. The side of Ian ’s face slams into the mat.

Brian Rentfro: And Ian just looks like he’s pissed he let himself get suckered into that one.

Ian ’s eyes get wide as he is dragged away backwards. We flash to the side of the ring to see Chamelion pulling Ian . Ian rolls onto his back as Chamelion attempts the sharpshooter.

Jon McDaniel: Going for the end early.

Chamelion steps over Ian ’s leg, but Ian puts up his other leg and kicks Chamelion away. We see a quick smile on Ian ’s face; but it disappears quickly.

Brian Rentfro: And Chamelion uses that set back to set up a rolling thunder!

Chamelion bounces off the ropes, and connects with a harsh rolling thunder. The crowd “OHHHH”s as he slams down on top of Ian . Chamelion stays on his back, and hooks one of Ian ’s flailing legs.



Kick out!

Ian shoves Chamelion off him. Both are quick in getting to their feet, but Chamelion goes for the first strike. Chamelion throws a hard punch, but Ian throws up an arm to knock Chamelion’s arm away. Ian quickly head butts Cham, and as Chamelion is dazed, Ian bends, and pulls Chamelion’s legs out from under him. Ian keeps Cham’s legs hooked under his arms, as he looks out to the crowd with a smile.

Jon McDaniel: Potential catapult here.

Ian finally falls back to the ground, and Chamelion flies up. BUT, instead of letting go, Ian holds on.

Brian Rentfro: And Chamelion slams face first into the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Hard.

The crowd again groans as Chamelion lays face down on the mat. Ian sits up and looks quite pleased with himself. He takes a second to get a U-S-A chant going; before standing and heading for the corner. Ian braces himself with the top rope, then leaps onto the top turnbuckle. He spins around, and stands on the top turnbuckle; holding his arms out.

Brian Rentfro: Ian is about to fly!

As Ian leaps off the top rope for a frog splash, camera flashes can be seen in abundance. However, Chamelion finally rolls over, and sticks both legs up straight towards Ian . Both feet connects with the jaw of Ian , and he ricochets backwards. Ian lands flat on the mat, and begins rolling; holding his mouth.

Jon McDaniel: Flat out crash and burn.

Chamelion takes his time getting up as Ian finally stops rolling and flailing. Ian is on his stomach with his face buried in his hands.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion could have dislocated Ian ’s jaw there.

Chamelion picks Ian up, and gives him a quick, hard knee to the gut. With Ian bent over, Chamelion hit’s a DDT. With Ian on his back, Chamelion smirks.

Brian Rentfro: And now Chamelion wants to show off. Because we all know that worked so well for Ian .

Chamelion pulls off his elbow pad, before running to the ropes. He jumps up, and goes for the summersault off the middle rope.

Jon McDaniel: FINAL TOUCH!
Ian rolls and Chamelion lands on his feet! Ian pulls himself up, only for Chamelion to hit a back suplex on Ian. Again, Chamelion calls for the Final Touch and leaps off the middle rope! This time, however, Ian doesn’t move, but gets his knees up, retailiating for earlier, and Chamelion crashes into them and rolls away in pain!
Brian Rentfro: The second time proved as futile as the first, but more painful for Chamelion!
Again, Ian is up, and he sees Chamelion rolling in pain, and then he tries to mimic Chamelion’s Final Touch, landing squarly ontop of the Devious one!




Ian is stunned. He looks determined though, and quickly drags Chamelion up. Chamelion however, kicks Ian in the gut and quickly grabs him for the Rupture. Ian retaliates with three quick elbows to the side of the head, before a knee lift to the gut. With Cham bent over, Ian pulls him in for the Imperial Conquest.

Brian Rentfro: It’s OVER.

Ian begins the attempt, but Chamelion doesn’t budge. Chamelion lifts up, and shoves Ian up and over. Ian pops back up the his feet as if on reflex, and Chamelion meets his dead on with the Sweet Sound of Success. Ian ’s head snaps back, almost at a 90 degree angle; before Ian falls to the mat, stiff as a board!
Jon McDaniel: No, NOW it’s over!



Jon McDaniel: What the hell?

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion pulled Ian up! What an ego this man has!
Indeed, Chamelion shakes his head, saying it’s not over yet! Determined to finish what he started, Chamelion again runs to the ropes and leaps off the middle rope and this time connects with the Final Touch! Chamelion hooks the leg and the ref counts.



Three/Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: He got him!

Brian Rentfro: No, the ref’s waving it off! I don’t believe it! Ian kicked out! He kicked out!

Jon McDaniel: This match means so much to both men!

Shaking his head in disbelief, Chamelion moves to the corner and sets himself into a stance. He watches as Ian slowly crawls to his stomach, then to his knees, and Chamelion urges him up! He preps himself as Ian stands and as the man turns, Chamelion shuffles in on his feet and strikes, the Sweet Sound of Success directed to Ian’s face… but Ian DUCKS! Chamelion falls to his feet, spinning in disbelief as Ian wraps his hands around Chamelion’s head and hits a Code-breaker! Chamelion falls flat on his back, stunned and Ian quickly latches on the Imperial Conquest!

Brian Rentfro: I don’t believe it!

Jon McDaniel: Ian’s got it cinched in perfectly! He’s wrenching back!

Chamelion then does something quite unexpected to everyone; to the announcers, the fans in attendance, the referee and even Ian himself; Chamelion immediately taps out!


Brian Rentfro: Ian WINS! Holy Hell, Ian Wins!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and new number one contender for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship; EMPEROR IAN!!!
Ian let’s go of the hold, rising to his feet as his hand gets raised. The crowd is fully behind Ian, chanting U-S-A! U-S-A! and he celebrates his win with them. Meanwhile, Chamelion is slumped against the corner, breathing hard and moving his head left and right to get the feeling back into it. A slow smirk gleans across his lips, however.

Jon McDaniel: Both men started fast and fought hard, and I gotta say, surprised that Chamelion didn’t cheat or have Pantheon come to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Gotta agree there; but Ian, after all the hell Chamelion’s put him through for the past couple of months, finally got the better of him.

Jon McDaniel: Wait, look!

In the ring, Chamelion limps over to Ian and they stare at each other. After a moment, Chamelion offers his hand, and the crowd roars.. Ian stares at it for a moment, and then takes it and the men shake.

Brian Rentfro: Now that I thought I’d never see!

Backing away, Chamelion nods a respectful tilt to Ian, and Ian raises his hand again to soak in the cheers.


And Ian finds himself knocked out, on his back, from a well placed Sweet Sound of Success, and the Devious Cheshire Grin appears on Chamelion’s face as he stands over the fallen Ian and the crowd’s cheers switch to massive boos.

Jon McDaniel: Okay, things are back to normal.

Brian Rentfro: COOL!

Leaving Ian in the ring, Chamelion walks up the ramp, ignoring the jeering fans and the trash being tossed at him.

All Non-Booked PWA Superstars

All-Star Battle Royal to earn final entrance into the Rumble

Back from commercial, all the entrants of the Battle Royal have made their way to the ring; the bell rings and cluster fXXX fight breaks out. Before long, it came down to five final combatants; Kira Kobushi, B.J. Haze, Alex Wilkie, Homicide and Shadow Starr!

The five men fought desperately, with a lot of near toss outs. In the end, however, Homicide tossed over Kira Kobushi, making it four. Shadow Starr then managed to throw B.J. Haze out and the final three turned and raced into each other.

Shadow Starr and Homicide duked it out, while Wilkie, being clever, watched. When it came to the end, Homicide ducked a clothesline from Starr and as Starr hit the ropes, Wilkie pulled on them and Starr tipped halfway over, allowing Homicide to finish the task and Starr wound up on the floor. Homicide grinned at him, but that was his fatal error, as Alex Wilkie hoisted him up and over, and Homicide joined Shadow Starr on the floor outside.

Winner, and final entrant into the Rumble in the Bronx Match: Alex Wilkie!

Chaos Theory (c) vs The Renegade Souljahs

PWA Tag-Team Title Match

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Tag-Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers; the former champions; Ryan Ross and Mark Zout; the RENEGADE SOULJAHS!

I'm a soulja by ghetto commission begins and the two come down the ramp to the ring.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents, they are the PWA Tag-Team Champions; Jacob Figgins and Johnny Maverick; CHAOS THEORY!

"Light Grenades" by Incubus begins and the two make their way to the ring.


Ross and Figgins tie up, and Ross locks on a standing arm bar. Figgins slaps his shoulder a couple of times, and then reverses the standing arm bar into a full-arm dragon twist. Ross holds his shoulder as Figgins changes the dragon twist into a modified hammerlock. Ross looks over both shoulders, and then elbows Figgins in the head twice. Ross goes for a third elbow, but Figgins ducks it, and locks on a bear hug wristlock. Ross delivers a double ear slap, and Figgins stumbles backwards into the ropes, holding the sides of his head. Ross looks at Figgins, then at Zout. Ross charges Figgins, but Figgins backdrops him over the top rope. Figgins takes a few steps forward, pointing to his head, but he doesn't realize is that Ross landed on his feet. Ross hops back onto the apron, and then steps back in. Ross walks up to Figgins, standing barely a foot behind him, and out-stretches his arms. Figgins turns around, and Ross grabs him by the sides of his neck. Ross lifts up Figgins, and then tosses him into the corner. Ross runs in with a back elbow, and then grabs the back of Figgins's head with one hand.

Brian Rentfro: Dammit. Figgins better tag in Maverick!

Jon McDaniel: Why? Figgins looks to be at the top of his game.

Brian Rentfro: What are you talking about?! FIGGINS IS GETTING HIS ASS KICKED!

Jon McDaniel: I'm glad you admit that.

Ross slams Figgins's head into the top turnbuckle, and then begins continuing to do so. The fans join in with the count.

Fans: 5! 6! 7! 8! 9!

Ross pulls Figgins's head back so that he is standing upright, and then flips him off. Ross slams Figgins's head right into the top turnbuckle extremely hard.

Fans: 10!

The fans clap as Ross takes a bow. Figgins crawls on the mat, and reaches his corner. He gets to his feet, his back against the corner, and places his hand on his forehead. He pulls his hand away, looking at it. No blood.

Brian Rentfro: Figgins's lucky that he didn't get busted wide open there, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah. So lucky he didn't get busted wide open from having his head slammed into a cushion 10 times.

Figgins tags in Maverick, who steps between the ropes. Ross looks ready to tie up, but Maverick shakes his head. He then wags his finger at Ross.

Maverick: No.

Maverick points to Zout, and Ross looks at Zout, then back at Maverick.

Maverick: I want Zout!

Ross nods, and then walks calmly over to his corner. Zout extends his hand, and Ross slaps it, tagging him in. Zout and Maverick circle one another, and then tie up. Maverick locks on a standing arm scissors, and Zout punches him in the gut. Maverick bends over slightly, and then stands back up straight. Zout delivers a knife-edge chop.

Fans: WHOO!!!!

With each chop, the fans yell out "WHOO". Zout goes for his seventh chop, but Maverick grabs his arm by the wrist, and then locks on a hammerlock. Maverick delivers a few Cross face punches with his free arm, the one not holding Zout in a hammerlock, and then releases the hammerlock as Zout stumbles forward. Maverick kicks Zout in the small of the back, and Zout bends over backwards. Maverick locks on a reverse front face lock, and then delivers a diving reverse DDT.

Jon McDaniel: Zout just got planted right there!

Brian Rentfro: Chaos Theory needs to retain, so Maverick can be a double champion!!

Just as Rentfro says that, Ross runs into the ring and clotheslines Maverick down. The referee begins yelling at Ross, but then Figgins hops into the ring, and runs towards Ross. Zout uses the now-standing Maverick as a springboard, Maverick pushing Zout up in the air towards Ross, and leaps over the referee, delivering a spinning wheel kick to Ross, knocking him down. Zout gets up to his feet, and he and Maverick begin trading punches. Ross and Figgins get up, and begin trading punches as well. The two battle close to the ropes, and then each fall out over the top, landing on their sides. Ross and Figgins get to their feet on the outside, and begin trading punches as well.

Brian Rentfro: Haha! Now THIS is tag team wrestling!

Jon McDaniel: This match has turned into an all-out brawl! This isn't wrestling. THIS IS MADNESS!

Back in the ring, Maverick delivers a stiff DDT to Zout. Zout and Maverick get to their feet, and then trade punches back and forth. Zout gets the upper hand, and then locks on a side headlock. Maverick whips Zout into the ropes, and gets knocked down with a shoulder lock. Zout looks at Maverick, smiles, and then bounces off of the ropes again. Zout jumps up for an elbow drop, but Maverick rolls out of the way. Zout lands, and lays down flat. Maverick goes for a leg drop, but Zout sits up, narrowly missing the leg drop. Maverick, thinking quickly, kicks Zout in the back of the head. Zout falls backwards, rolling over onto his stomach, holding the back of his head. Maverick gets up to his knees, rolls Zout onto his back, and then covers with a lateral press.



Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Dammit. Maverick should've hooked the leg!

Maverick brings Zout to his feet, and whips him into Chaos Theory’s corner. Maverick follows in with an Avalanche, and then begins leveling Zout with punches and elbows. Ross and Figgins both get back to their respective corners, and Ross starts stomping on the apron to get the crowd behind Zout. The fans start chanting the name of the team to help fire up Zout.


Zout blocks a punch from Maverick, and delivers a forearm to his jaw. Zout then turns and delivers an elbow to Figgins's head, sending Figgins flying off of the apron and into the guardrail. Zout begins clobbering Maverick, and then whips him into the ropes. Maverick reverses, and then nails Zout with a knee to the midsection, causing Zout to bend over. Maverick bounces off of the ropes to go for a knee to Zout' head, but Zout stands up and catches Maverick in a Bossman Slam.

Brian Rentfro: NO! ZOUT CHEATED!

Jon McDaniel: HOW SO, BRIAN?!

Brian Rentfro: did.umm. LOW BLOW, LOW BLOW!!

Jon McDaniel: Brian. Check your head!

Zout stumbles to his feet, and then stumbles towards his corner. Ross is practically jumping over the top rope for the tag, but Figgins rolls into the ring. Figgins runs and leaps at Zout, delivering a bulldog. Figgins gets to his feet, and Ross enters the ring. The two begin trading punches again, back and forth, and Ross gets the upper hand. Ross delivers a monster right hook, sending Figgins reeling back into the ropes. Ross whips Figgins off of the ropes, and then goes for a lariat. Figgins ducks the lariat attempt, and jumps up, hooking Ross's head and landing in a neck breaker. Figgins gets to his feet, and begins stomping away from Ross. Zout gets back up to his feet, and spears Figgins from his side. Figgins is down, slumping in the corner, holding his ribs. Maverick gets up to his feet, shaking his head, and then locks on a rear wristlock to Zout. Zout reverses the rear wristlock into one of his own, holding Maverick tightly. Maverick elbows behind him, hitting Zout in the head. Maverick turns around, kicks Zout in the midsection, and then locks him in for a Fisherman's Suplex. Maverick lifts Zout up for one, but Zout flips over Maverick's shoulder, landing on his feet. Zout turns around, and punches Maverick a few times in the back of the head. Zout locks on another rear wristlock, and lifts Maverick up for a German Suplex. Maverick goes wide-eyed, and then somersaults forward, bringing Zout down to the mat face-first. Maverick jumps over Zout's lower half and sits on the small of his spine. Zout pushes his head upwards and back out of reaction, and reaches for the ropes. Maverick locks on a Cobra Clutch, and really singes it in.

Brian Rentfro: Fatal move if he cinches it!

Jon McDaniel: Get the ropes, Zout, get the ropes!

Brian Rentfro: No ropes for Zout! HE'S GONNA TAP, HE'S GONNA TAP!!

Ross gets to his feet, backs up, and then delivers a hard kick to the back of Maverick's head.

Jon McDaniel: OUCH!

Maverick falls down on his ventral side, backside-up, and knocked out cold by the looks of it. Figgins gets to his feet, and Ross begins wailing away on him. Zout gets up to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs, and then clobbers away on Figgins as well.


Ross taps Zout on the shoulder, and the two both nod at each other. Ross lifts Figgins up for a spine buster, and Zout backs up against the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Here it comes.

Brian Rentfro: GET UP, MAVERICK!!

Suddenly, as if hearing Brian Rentfro screaming, Maverick stumbles to his feet. Zout bounces off of the ropes, and goes for the leg lariat to Figgins to complete the move. Within a second, Maverick tackles Zout in mid-air and Ross, sensing the trouble, turns around and delivers a monstrous spine buster to Figgins. Figgins holds his lower back, and wriggles around on the mat holding it still. Maverick begins pummeling Zout, and blood begins to flow. Ross grabs Maverick by the back of his head, and brings him to his feet. Ross locks on a sleeper hold, and Figgins stumbles to his feet behind Ross. Ross wrenches in the sleeper, trying to choke out Maverick, and Figgins walks up to Ross. Figgins elbows Ross between his shoulder blades, causing Ross to release the sleeper hold and bend his arms behind him. Figgins ducks low, locking on a Tomikaze DDT position {Impaler position}. Figgins lifts Ross up, now standing, and then drops him down face-first after taking a step forward.

Brian Rentfro: What a move! It’s got to be over!

Jon McDaniel: Zout needs to make the save if he wants to win those Tag belts!

Maverick gets back to his feet, and Figgins makes the cover. The referee barely counts to one before Maverick grabs Figgins and brings him to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: What is this? Are they gonna split up!?

Brian Rentfro: SHUT UP, JON, SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

Figgins looks pissed off, but then Maverick laughs a little bit. Maverick mouths the word "Zout" to Figgins, and the two both nod and smile. They turn around, and see a bloodied Zout getting to his feet. Maverick gets behind Zout, and locks on a Cobra Clutch. Figgins kicks Zout in the midsection, hunching him over. Maverick holds the Cobra Clutch on, only at his side as Zout is bent over, and then runs and delivers a Cobra Clutch bulldog.

Brian Rentfro: My turn: OUCH!

Maverick rolls Zout onto his back, and then delivers a leg drop to Ross. Chaos Theory looks at each other, shake hands, and then cover their opponents, with Maverick covering Ross and Figgins covering Zout. The referee drops for the count:





Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, and STILL PWA Tag-Team Champions; CHAOS THEORY!

As Zout and Ross roll out of the ring, dejected by their loss, Figgins and Maverick hold up their tag titles when a new referee suddenly slides into the ring and whispers something to Eric Emerson. Emerson blinks, but does as he’s told.

Eric Emerson: I have just been informed that this match will continue, as a Gauntlet Style Tag-Team Title match; Introducing Chaos Theory’s next opponents….

Figgins and Maverick look at each other, startled by this news, and their eyes go wide as Emerson continues.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at a total combined weight of 530lbs, hailing from Las Vegas Nevada; they are Chamelion.. and RAIZZOR… The KRYMSON DRAGONS!!!!

The arena explodes into shocked cheers and boos, and Figgins and Maverick drop their belts and step to the ropes as Pyros explode on stage and ‘Voices’ By Rev Theory begins.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell?

Jon McDaniel: This is not right! How can Chamelion do this!!? And Raizzor? With his brother… with.. PANTHEON???

As Figgins and Maverick watch the stage, the crowd roars to get their attention as from behind, the Dragons do indeed enter the ring. Figgins turns, at the jest of the crowd, only to get turned upside down and tossed out of the ring by the SOS from Chamelion. Maverick, seeing this turns, but gets caught by the throat by Raizzor, who choke slams Maverick to the canvas. Chamelion orders the bell to ring, and it does.


Raizzor scoops up Maverick and sets him into a Last Ride position as Chamelion scurries to the top turnbuckle and flies with a spear.
Brian Rentfro: HOOK, LINE & SINKER!

Chamelion hooks the leg and the referee has no choice.





Jon McDaniel: Pathetic!!!!

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, and NEW PWA TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS: The KRYMSON DRAGONS!

Grinning wickedly, Chamelion scoops up the tag belts and drapes one over his brother’s shoulder and then his! They then make a quick exit from the ring, walking up the ramp, holding their new belts up for all to see!

Brian Rentfro: Now that……was unexpected.

Jon McDaniel: Is that all you can say!!?

Brian Rentfro: Pretty much; I don’t wanna get fired.

McDaniel growls, as Figgins and Maverick come to the realization they’d just been screwed out of their precious tag titles.

Riona Langly (c) vs Hunter Sullivan

PWA IC Title Match

The fans in the arena are clearly excited for the match coming up next as both Hunter and Riona make their respected entrances. Both wrestlers are pleased with the sound of the audience for their match, and just as promised Jethro is ringside for the event. Paul london starts by introducing the belt to both wrestlers and goes over the rules, no questions are asked as he hands it off to a stage hand.

The match finally starts and it begins as it normally does, with chains. Riona proves to be one of Hunters toughest opponents with the chains, but he holds a firm upperhand on most exchanges. Riona Works over the arm with wringers, arm drags, and Armbars in the opening chains as Hunter does much of the same at a smaller extent. Hunter tries to aim a little for the lower back but is to busy trying to match everything Riona is tossing at him. This goes on until Hunter counters an enzuguri and finally locks in a bow and arrow lock. Riona finds herself unable to break the hold as Hunter rolls her back and forth to her stomach and back into the air, applying and reapplying the hold for more damage. Finally the woman makes a escape from the hold and moves her distance.

The Back becomes the target now as they lock up and Hunter goes directly to plant her with a backbreaker. Riona counters with a sideheadlock take down and keeps Hunter grounded with the grinding maneuver. it's fought until Both wrestlers are at their vertical and Hunter sends Riona off into the ropes. Returning, RIona manages to get monkey flipped, only to land firmly on her feet. Jethro claps in response as he knows he wouldn't be able to do the same thing. Running again into the ropes Riona is able to return and hit a flying forearm and knock Hunt back to his back. Dropping a few knees Riona starts softening up the shoulder, finishing off locking Hunter into an arm submission.

Sullivan eventually escapes with the ropes and it's back to the drawing board as Riona pulls Hunter off the ropes. Only to put him in the turnbuckle for some stinging knife edge chops that Hunter is unable to respond to. His chest lights up a beat red and the fans are reminded why Riona is the IC champion. Looking for his escape, Hunter flips the two around int he corner and connect with his own strikes in the form of elbows to her chin. Langly manages her barrings as she shoves Hunter firmly out of her face. Hunter comes back in mouthing off to his rival of shorts, pointing at her before she draws out a firm toe kick and knee lift planting the Viper on the canvas. Mounting Hunter's back Riona grabs him by the arm and pulls back in an arm wrench. Hunter fights in the move till he grabs the nearby ropes. Riona only smirks as he gets off and pulls Hunter with her. A Quick hammerlock scoop slam and Hunter is center ring once again. Dropping a knee on the arm for extra punishment Riona starts to stretch out the limb.

This goes on for a few moments until Riona has Hunter in a armwrench and Chops him to the mat. It's at this point Hunter gains himself and Nips right back to his feet to spite his opposition. Before Riona can do much about anything, Hunter rolls forward, out of the wrench, snapping his leg behind Riona quickly be drops her in an STO to his knee. The IC champ falls to the mat after the move and Hunter starts his little session of advantage.

After a small breather Hunter begins to work over the back in simple submissions, camel clutching her at one point to arch out the back as much as he can. Unable to maintain his authority on the cavus, Hunter whips Riona into the corner, only for a quick crossbody to catch him fir a two count. The IC champ is quick to take her advantage again rushing to ropes and returning with a senton. Riona pulls Hunter off the mat tossing him into the turnbuckle only for it to get switched around and Riona gets planted in the corner, a harsh running euro uppercut soon follows after. As Riona staggers out of the ropes Hunter scoops her up and drops her in a hard side walk slam.

two count follows as Hunter gets to his feet bringing Langly up for some more damage. Hunter swiftly as if throwing out the garbage tosses Riona over the top rope in Jethro's general direction. Jethro moves in to catch her but she has already caught herself on the top rope. Everything looks to be going swell UNTIL HUNTER DROPKICKS HER INTO JETHRO! The big man tumbles catching his friend and co-worker in Riona langly. She seems alright but is embarrassed as he looks to the ring where Hunter is clapping for the couple out side the ring in each others arms.

Riona heads back to the ring with a harsh look on her face. They begin again in the ring with some chains, oddly, this time Riona gains the upper hand on the exchanges, all until she sends Hunter into the ropes off a headlock. Hunter returns and is lifted up and planted with a flap jack. Revenge flows as Riona steps on her opponents fingers before stomping them. Hunter pulls in his fingers in cringing pain before he starts moving to his feet. It’s here that he starts to get stalked for the detonator. Hunter gets to his feet when Riona quickly goes for the move. Hunter rejects the attempt, shutting his arms tight and not letting her get the grasp. They fight in the hold until Sullivan twirls the move and locks in a half nelson it looks to lead to the suplex but Riona drops and flips her opponent forward. Both wrestlers adverting disaster.

Riona doesn’t slack as she chains into a sleeper. Hunter fights it to his feet and escapes with a flurry of elbows, rushing the ropes. Sullivan returns to be nailed with a snap belly to belly suplex! Hunter rolls to his feet slowly holding his back in pain, only to start getting some stiff chops pushing him against the ropes. Hunter is flurried as the ref demands a rope break. Riona doesn’t seem to be responding and is pulled away from the wrestler the ref left to rant about following his commands. Riona makes a quick apology before turning around to get hit by a SPRING BOARD SHIN KICK! Two count only!

Hunter curses as his signature Shin kick doesn’t do the job done. The viper doesn’t give up as he drags Riona towards the center of the ring and rolls her over into a lion tamer boston crab. Riona fights in the hold a bit before she scurries and grabs the ropes. The submission wakes her up but she is hurt, opting to roll to the outside and gain a breather. Jethro is there to help her out be she assures him she’s okay. Un-aware at the moment she’d need to prove it with a fast action dodge of a rolling cross body! Hunter rolls into the barricade and holds his arm that he landed on. Riona see’s her advantage as she gets to her feet ands pulls Hunter up with her. With a slick whip Hunter finds himself connecting shoulder first with the steel steps outside the ring with a large thud. The Nasty Technician in Riona brings her to focus more on the arm as she brings him to his feet and smacks it against the steel turnbuckle. Hunter stagers away holding his arm before Riona catches up and rolls him into the ring.

Hunter is to his feet as Riona enters the ring and tries to fend her off as he stomps her while she’s grounded. She still manages to get to her feet but Hunter isn’t backing down dodging to the ropes he returns with a good arm laria- 5th round sleeper! Hunter is dropped with the move as RIona taunts her advantage to the brash wrestler. Hunter is in a daze as Riona stalks him waiting for him to get to his feet. Hunter is slow to respond but does, falling into the trap as Riona hooks for the Tourniquet! No, hunter elbows her like crazy in the early stages of the hold, bring up a knee and another knee to fend off the surely match ending move. RIona stagger back and Hunter hits the ropes speedfully returning for a VIPER SNA-no! RIona dodges as Hunter keeps going to the ropes returning for another go! VIP- No Hunter fakes out the kick and hits a SUICIDE DRIVE~!!! OLD SCHOOOLLLL!! The oldschool finisher of Cral is pulled off perfectly as Riona is hit with the rib shattering Spear. Hunter makes the cover; ONE! TWO! THREE!


Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION; HUNTER SULLIVAN!

Brian Rentfro: It seems Pantheon is returning to top form, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: GWA title, Tag Titles and now the I.C. Title… and you know damned well they’ll get Engel to face Jethro for the PWA World Title soon enough.

Brian Rentfro: Well, that is, if Jethro survives Marxx!

Pantheon United

We open up to an image of none other then Rob Robinson talking with Alec Wilcox, his well known personal referee backstage. This night had held some interesting situations and it would only hold more as they were both discussing their upcoming match and really didn’t look all that concerned.

Robinson: So I say to Mabel, I say, the thing about huckleberries is that you gotta get 'em while they're fresh...

Rob looks up mid sentence and catches the, not-so-friendly looking glance of his fellow Pantheon member in Hunter Sullivan, with his new PWA IC Title around his waist, walking towards him. Rob quickly steps forward to meet the glare waiting for the man to pike up.

Hunter: “I’m thinking, you might know exactly why I’m here right now. What the fuck was up with retribution huh? You cheaped me out, you CHEATED, against a fellow Pantheon member.”

Rob smirks, having waited for this moment for a while, knowing that the confrontation was inevitable.

Robinson: First, congrats on your win! But look, Hunter, I had no idea what happened. I mean, I'm reaching for the ropes, stretching as far as I can and all the sudden I've got them. Then you lose focus, start arguing with Alec here and I like the wily veteran that I am, I take advantage of the situation. It wasn't until a couple days later when I was reviewing the match that I noticed you were in the ropes. But what could I do about it by then? And you can't blame Alec, he's new the reffing, he's bound to make a mistake here and there.

Hunter looks to be burning up as he hears the lack luster bullshit answer, however, stops mid motion and looks at his Pantheon ‘leader’ and nods.

Hunter: “Okay, understood, you’re forgiven.”

Rob doesn’t really know how to respond to that reply as Hunter pats him on the shoulder in a buddy-buddy manner. Leaving Rob to look a little confused, but, with a shake of his head he gets back the malevolent look he always has, passing it off as another realllly good excuse.

Robinson: See, Alec, that right there is why I'm the leader of the Pantheon and he isn't.

Rob gets a concerned look from Alec who points behind him. Rob timidly and in an almost comical manner turns to see Hunter grinning abroad at his Pantheon friend, having obviously heard the comment. But his posture doesn’t change as Sullivan lets out one more comment.

Hunter: “Oh, and to prove we’re good, I’ll have your back out there in the ring. See ya bud.”

Rob watches as Hunter walks away only to turn around and share a rather concerned look on their faces.

The Pnoenix (c) vs Viktor Stone

GWA Global Title Match

The introductions are made, first ViKtor Stone makes his way down. Then Emerson announces the new PWA IC Champion, Hunter Sullivan, who will be at ringside as a guest commentator. Finally, The Phoenix is introduced as the GWA Champion and he and Alex Wilcox make their way to the ring. Wilcox orders the ref in the ring to leave and Phoenix raises his title for all to see. Phoenix gives Hunter a thumbs up, and Sullivan smiles in return. The bell then rings.

Phoenix and Viktor Stone lock up and Phoenix with a rake of the eyes. Referee Alex Wilcox admonishes Phoenix with a tsk tsk. Phoenix sends Stone into the turnbuckles and then he chops Stone followed by a forearm. Phoenix with a chop but Stone with chops of his own. Stone floats over Phoenix and he chops Phoenix and follows it with a snap mare and leap frog neck breaker. Stone with a suplex to Phoenix and gets a two count. Phoenix throws Stone out of the ring and Phoenix follows after him. Phoenix sends Stone into the guardrails and ring steps. Phoenix slides in, and ‘distracts’ Wilcox and Hunter has his way with Stone on the outside, before shoving Stone back in to the ring. Phoenix with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex for a near fall. Phoenix chokes Stone in the ropes and kicks him followed by a chop. Phoenix with a clothesline and the flex elbow drop. Phoenix chokes Stone in the ropes again, stopping only when Wilcox reaches four. Phoenix with a rake of the eyes and forearms and chops. Phoenix with a bear hug but Stone escapes and he punches Phoenix. Stone with clotheslines and a flying forearm. Stone with a chop but Phoenix with an Irish whip but Phoenix charges into an elbow. Stone with a spear for a two count. Stone tries for the fisherman suplex but Phoenix with a reversal but he can only get a two count. Phoenix says that it is over and he sets for the Flame but Stone avoids it and he sends Phoenix into the turnbuckle, where Wilcox happens to be, and gets splashed and knocked out! Phoenix tries for a belly-to-belly suplex but Stone blocks it. Stone whips Phoenix to the ropes, but Phoenix reverses it and Hunter has his new IC Title to hit Stone, but Stone re-reverses it and Phoenix eats the blunt of the Belt! Hunter blinks as Stone then connects with the Body-Bag-Bitches and a new referee races down and counts the 1-2-3!

Winner and NEW GWA CHAMPION: Viktor Stone!

After the match, as Viktor celebrates outside the ring, Phoenix wakes Wilcox up who then immediately begins a ten count. Viktor doesn’t hear it as he’s near the top of the ramp, but as Wilcox reaches ten, Stone turns as the bell sounds again and Emerson announces the following.

Eric Emerson: Due to a count out call, by the original official, Alex Wilcox, Viktor Stone has been counted out of the ring, and there for the winner, and STILL GWA Champion, The Phoenix!

Stone yells at Phoenix and Wilcox, only to get blind sided by Chamelion, Raizzor and Matthew Engel, who grab the GWA Title Belt and move down to the ring, handing it back to The Phoenix and they along with Hunter Sullivan, all celebrate in the ring.

Jethro Hayes (c) vs Marxx

PWA World Title Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first the challenger...

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: And now your PWA World Heavyweight Champion....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while reving the tractor to full power; then he shuts the tractor off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge pop, he 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. Jethro hands the PWA Heavyweight belt to the time keeper at ringside.


Jethro and Marxx go for a collar and elbow lock up, but Marxx with a shoulder block before the Champion can lock up with him. Jethro doubles over from the blow, swinging neckbreaker sends him down to the canvas. Marxx with a knee drop on Jethro's right leg, grabbing the ankle, he lands an elbow drop to the same leg.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx has picked a part and is attacking it.

Jon McDaniel: Smart to take the big man's legs from under him.

Marxx goes for another elbow drop, but Jethro picks up his left leg slamming it into Marxx's face, the former Television champion releases the right leg holding at his face. Jethro sits up, throwing a right hand, catching Marxx in the jaw, he falls back towards the corner, Jethro gets up, Irish whip into the other corner, Marxx reverses with a grunt. Jethro lands back first in the corner and Marxx comes in with a leaping body splash. Jethro grabs Marxx mid-air, slamming him down to the mat with a spinebuster. Jethro rolls off of Marxx, knowing that isn't enough to get the win against him. He hclimbs up the corner turnbuckle, driving an elbow into Marxx's midsection and also driving the wind right out of Marxx's lungs. He pulls the challenger up to his feet, another Irish whip into the ropes. Marxx returns telegraphing a back body from Jethro, but Jethro counters the boot to the head with an ankle lock sending Marxx down to the canvas. Marxx with a kick to Jethro's shoulder and he drops the ankle lock.

Jon McDaniel: These two seem to know each other fairly well.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, counters, reversals, boring if you ask me.

Jethro stands up, Marxx does the same, boot to Jethro's midsection, dDDT to the canvas. Marxx makes the cover, but Jethro doesn't allow his shoulder on the mat which doesn't allow Scott Swindell to make the count. Jethro pulled back to his feet, Marxx peppering him with rights and lefts, Irish whip of his own and Jethro is in the ropes. He comes back with a clothesline, but Marxx leaps into the air with a leg clothesline and Jethro stumbles back into the ropes. Marxx slams Jethro down to the canvas with a cobra clutch slam and makes a cover.

One... Tw--Jethro's foot is in the ropes and Scott Swindell is forced to stop counting. Jethro rolls to the outside to catch his breath, Marxx hits the ropes. Jethro looks up at the flying Marxx who lands a suicide dive onto Jethro's shoulders sending him down to the floor. Marxx up with a whip into the railing, Jethro's back slams into the railing causing it to shake cviolently. Marxx runs with a knee, but Jethro falls to the side Marxx drives his own knee into the railing, he twists away in pain. Jethro is up and as Marxx turns around, he slams his shoulder nearly through him with a powerful shoulder tackle that slams Marxx into the ringpost from the impact. Jethro lays on his stomach, Marxx on his back as Scott Swindell reaches the count of three inside the ring. Jethro begins to stir slightly, but so does Marxx although a bit slower.

Jon McDaniel: The ref's count is up to five now.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, they had better hurry before their 2 fans get mad.

As referee Scott Swindell's count reaches six, Jethro is on his hands and knees, he looks at Marxx who is now sitting up, they nod to each other. Jethro shoves up as Marxx pulls himself up, they begin throwing rights and lefts with vigor. Jethro's bigger size adds to his advantage as he backs Marxx up against the railing. The ref's count up to eight now as they both nod and walk to climb inside the ring, honorably. Back inside the ring, collar and elbow tie up, Marxx wristlock into a hammerlock. He puts a arm around Jethro's left leg, grunts and manages a spinning bulldog. He hooks the leg making the cover.

One... Two..--Jethro throws a foot on the ropes stopping the count. He is pulled up to his feet, Marxx with a chop to Jethro's chest, a second, Jethro with a chop of his own and a second. Marxx with a chop, Jethro with a chop, Marxx with a forearm, Jethro with a forearm. Marxx with a boot to Jethro's midsection, no Jethro moves to the side, he plants a boot in Marxx's side, causing him to bend over towards that side. Jethro plants him into the canvas with an even flow DDT. He hooks the leg, but Marxx is in the ropes so no pinfall count. He pulls Marxx back up, shoving him backwards into the corner, Jethro with a shoulder block to Marxx's midsection, a second, and he pulls him out of the corner with a wristlock into a armbar takedown. Jethro lifts himself into the air while holding onto Marxx's wrist and shoulder, dropping two big knees onto his elbow, Marxx grunts from the weight of the big man. Up again Jethro with a hammerlock, dropping it in favor of a full nelson, he shakes Marxx around a bit before shoving him to the side, releasing the full nelson as he slams him front first onto the canvas. He rolls Marxx over to make a pin.

One... Two... Thr--NO, Marxx with a shoulder up.

Jon McDaniel: Close call there for the former Television Champion.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, his nose almost went into Jethro's armpit.

Jethro pulls Marxx back up, tossing him onto his shoulders, he yells out to the crowd before running with a powerslam, Marxx shoves off of his back, grabbing his head and going against Jethro's momentum with an inverted DDT. Jethro's head slams into the canvas hard enough to shake the ring and the crowd gasps, but Jethro is moving already rolling up to his knees. Marxx is on his feet he plants a sole kick into Jethro's face, the big man goes onto his back. Jethro is rolling over again, Marxx with a clubbing forearm to Jethro's back, he shoves him into the corner. Marxx mounts Jethro with a punch, a second, and he is going for the ten here with the crowd counting along with him. Jethro shoves him backwards, catches his head and slams it into the mat with a sit-out facebuster. Jethro backs up, shoving himself up, then bending to pull Marxx back up to his feet. Jethro grabs the former TV champion in a reverse three quarter facelock He twists around, slamming Marxx's face into his knee with a shoulder facebreaker. Marxx rolls outside of the ropes and to the outside to try and catch his breath. Jethro climbs to the middle turnbuckle, and plays to the crowd in attendance. He listens as they begin a "Jethro!" chant, Marxx rolls back inside the ring and Jethro jumps down to meet him. Collar and elbow tie up, Marxx with a go behind into a rear waistlock. Marxx lifts Jethro up, slamming him down with an atomic drop. As Jethro holds at his lower back, Marxx delivers a standing dropkick that sends Jethro head first into the top turnbuckle. Jethro's head collides with the top turnbuckle, he stumbles backwards out of the corner, Marxx with an uppercut sends him back into the corner, this time back first. Marxx with a shoulder block, and he flips Jethro over him to land on the canvas; he climbs through the ropes and to the top. He jumps with a double knee drop slamming into Jethro's midsection driving all of the big man's air right out of him in a rush. Marxx rolls Jethro over onto his front, he grabs ahold of Jethro's right shin and wraps his legs around the leg. Marxx then twists the leg, hyperextending the knee.

Jon McDaniel: A Cross Kneelock.

Brian Rentfro: And Jethro is grounded, Marxx taking the big man's legs from him, no big moves, just sheer determination.

Jethro crawls for the bottom rope, he stretches out and wraps his right hand around the rope, the referee counts to four and the hold is released, Marxx immediately brings the current PWA World Champion back to the center of the ring, he hooks Jethro in a figure four, but applies a strategic anklelock grapevine on Jethro's leg that is not in the four; to complete the inverted figure four ankle lock. Jethro rolls to the left, to the right, trying to roll Marxx over and hopefully relieve some of the pressure on his already hurting right leg and right ankle. Jethro shoves and is successful, but he is also near the ropes again, he reaches out and immediately the hold is broken. Marxx pulls Jethro up to his feet, Jethro blanced precariously on his left leg, the right one giving him some major trouble now. Marxx tucks his head under Jethro's armpit, lifting him up, going for a stomach breaker, but Jethro rolls him up for a pin.

One... Two... Thr--Marxx rolls over to now pin Jethro.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Jethro releases the pinning predicament and it is broken; he is still the current PWA World Champion. Marxx is up, pulling Jethro on up, knife edge chop, one from Jethro, Right hand from Marxx backs Jethro into the corner, Marxx with a running charge, Jethro lifts the boot, Marxx impales himself on it, he falls back. Jethro leaps from the bottom rope with a double axehandle blow that takes Marxx down to the canvas. Jethro lifts Marxx up onto his shoulders going for a running powerslam, but instead Jethro jumps up, falling down to the canvas on his rear, driving Marxx's stomach into his shoulder, with a gut buster drop. Marxx is winded after that move as he lays in the center of the ring gasping for breath, but Jethro is also gasping in the center of the ring as he sits on his rear. Jethro scoops Marxx up by reaching between his legs with one arm and reaching around his back from the same side with his other arm. Jethro then lifts him up so he is horizontal across Jethro's body, Jethro drops down to one knee, forcing Marxx to drop rib-first against Jethro's raised knee. He picks Marxx up, applying an abdominal stretch nearly in the center of the ring, he drops an elbow into the ribs that just made contact with his extended knee, Marxx is sweating from the pain. The former TV champion is struggling to break the hold and hooks the leg to somehow shove backwards breaking the hold. Jethro hits the ropes from surprise as Marxx falls down to the canvas, Jethro with a leg drop to the worked over ribs and Marxx's offense is stopped short. Jethro lifts Marxx up over his head, and drops him with a gorilla press slam in the center of the ring, he makes a cover.

One... Two... Thre--NO! Marxx rolls up a shoulder.

Jon McDaniel: Close there, I'd swear that was three.

Brian Rentfro: Nah, Jethro isn't that lucky yet.

Irish whip into the ropes and Marxx is stunned now as he slams chest first into the paddings there. Jethro with a big head of steam and a big splash flattens Marxx in the corner as Jethro falls back, he scoops Marxx up on his shoulders with Marxx facing up, spins around, sitting down and bringing Marxx's neck down across his shoulder. Jethro backs up in the corner, he looks to the left, to the right, and straight ahead, a glint in his eyes as Marxx begins to stir in the corner. Marxx is up, Jethro charges with the Plow! Marxx hits the Leaving Marxx out of desperation but he can't make the cover, Jethro's foot landed on the ropes and Marxx is too exhausted to pull him away. They both lay there, Referee Scott Swindell beginning to count the mandatory ten count. He reaches seven as Marxx pulls himself up to a kneeling position, Jethro is up to a seated position by the count of eight. Both men are up slightly before the ten, both showing the wear and tear of their bodies in this match. A weak lock up, Jethro with a right hand that sends Marxx down to the canvas holding onto Jethro's wrist, he has Jethro in a wristlock, but is kicking with a dropkick to Jethro's right knee. The kick connects and Jethro stumbles to the side, Marxx up quickly charging at Jethro with a clothesline, the big man is up against the ropes. Marxx shoves him into the corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, facing Jethro. He hooks Jethro's head under his arm and leaps back pulling Jethro up, planting him cranium first with a middle rope assisted DDT. He steps over Jethro's back and hooks the arms, he synches in a cobra clutch as he locks his fingers under Jethro's chin and sits back. Jethro struggles in the hold, his eyes momentarily going shut, Scott Swindell is there, but Jethro shakes his head from side to side as much as he can. He gets one knee under him and pushes up enough to get his other knee under him, Marxx is struggling to compensate for the weight shift, but is so far successful. Jethro gets one foot under him when Marxx shoves him face first into the canvas with a cobra clutch bulldog, he rolls Jethro over and makes a cover.

One... Two... Thr--NO! Jethro's foot is on the ropes, he manages to get his left foot on the ropes barely before the three.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter can brag all he wants to about match of this and match of thats, but Jethro has put on two great matches in two weeks.

Brian Rentfro: But Hunter has put on numerous ones.

Jon McDaniel: As he reminds us every time he speaks.

Brian Rentfro: If others would step up, he wouldn't be able to.

Jon McDaniel: Seems that Jethro has stepped up, he won match of the week last week with Riona.

Marxx gets up, leaning on the ropes for support as he waits for Jethro to get up from the cobra clutch bulldog, Jethro rolls over, on hisforearms. Marxx comes, tired of waiting and pulls Jethro up, Jethro with a shot to his midsection, swinging neckbreaker sends Marxx down to the canvas; Jethro falls back to lean in the corner. Marxx gets up, his back to Jethro, he stumbles back from the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Here comes The PLOW!

Jethro races in as Marxx turns, but Marxx sidesteps Jethro, though more by instinct then planning. Jethro slides to a halt, surprised and is about to turn, when he spots Matthew Engel sitting in the crowd, front row, and the man waves to Jethro. Glaring at the man, Jethro is distracted just long enough for Marxx to first hit a fore arm to the back of the Champion’s head, and then lifts Jethro up and connects with the Leaving Marxx!

Jon McDaniel: No!

Brian Rentfro: Heh, yeah!





Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and NEEWWWWWW Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Champion... MARXX!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx wins! He beat that Southern Hick!

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is shocked, but probably no more then Jethro!

Brian Rentfro: I wonder what Engel will do now, he aimed for Jethro cause the man had the world title.

Jon McDaniel: Or did Engel aim for Jethro to help Pantheon rip the title away from Jethro? Cause that surely worked!

Jethro pulls Marxx up to his feet, places the PWA World Title over Marxx’s shoulder and lifts his right hand high into the air as he points at Marxx. The crowd is going wild for the match. Marxx acknowledges Jethro, and the two shake hands. Suddenly <--don't you just hate when this word appears, The entire Pantheon comes out of the crowd from different directions and hits the ring. Phoenix, Sullivan, Engel, Chamelion and Raizzor surround Jethro and Marxx.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx is now a target of Pantheon, to be sure!

Brian Rentfro: Well, considering that Phoenix, Hunter, Chamelion and Raizzor now all have gold, Pantheon is back on top, and this is a message to Marxx and Jethro that Engel’s coming for the final piece!

The Pantheon move in, and it's a five on two beat down! The crowd boos massively at this, but that soon turns to cheers as Riona, Victor Stone and Emperor Ian all race down and make it a five on five Rumble! Suffice it to say; each side gets some advantages and disadvantages, as Rampage goes off the air.

(C) PWA 2009

OOC Explanations

Thanks to Bean and Brandon for taking up some matches, that helped a great deal.

Kudos to all who rped this week, especially the IC, World, GB and Battle Royal matches.

BR was kept short cause I'm saving my energy for the Rumble.

Reason for tag title change; told Figgins that champions need to rp on time; and had he not posted his one rp, both the challengers and champions would have no showed a NoC match. Due to his lateness, I had already determined what to do with the titles, as the tag scene is hurting, if not all together non-existent. Figgins did agree to post his rp, so that he and Maverick may earn a re-match next week and fight to get their belts back.

I was to do the same with Duff, as he was also late and his opponent didn't rp, but we came to an understanding and next week he'll be facing a tough challenge to keep his title.

Votes were damned near split down the middle for both World and IC, thank you all! The decisions were not made lightly, nor quickly, and I forsee some great re-matches down the line.

One more week and then a three week dash to the Rumble!