Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
Champions


08-16-2009


Chamelion's Promise


Backstage, as Summer Sizzler comes on the air, we find Chamelion standing in front of the PWA and Summer Sizzler logos. With the PWA TV Title over his shoulder, the Devious one speaks.

Chamelion: Tonight, you will see history in the making! The Pantheon will reclaim the PWA World Title, we will add it to our collection; along with the IC and TV title, we will slowly bring back what belongs to us… the glory and the gold.

He smiles.

Chamelion: But do not think, my friends, that I expect this to be easy. No, I’ve heard what Sunshine and Pohatu have to say about me. I know Pohatu finds it sickening for the owner to carry gold, but let me tell you something kiddo; I earn my stripes here… you think I don’t deserve this title, then you TAKE it from me, if you can.

Chamelion: Despite my words, it remains true that the Pantheon loves it when those below us try to step up… yeah, we crush em, but when they climb again, we see the future in front of us. We see what the PWA will become and those who will one day, deserve the right to be Pantheon. We make it hard on them, we break them down… but only to see them grow.

He stops, snickers.

Chamelion: I know you don’t believe me, and that’s fine; the results speak for themselves… look at what we have currently? Marxx; the World Champion, Stone the GB Champion and little ol Ian, going for tag team glory? Where would they be without me? Where would they be without Pantheon? We pushed them and they pushed back.

He pauses.

Chamelion: Now? We push them down, and take what belongs to us! PWA, The Pantheon can’t be stopped; and tonight, we prove it. GOT IT!?

The scene fades to the opening theme of New Divide by Lincoln Park as images of the last few weeks play across the screen with the music… and the title of Summer Sizzler flares up in flames across the screen…. And we head to the ring for our first match of the night!

Duff vs Xannon Alexander

Singles Match


DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to SUMMER SIZZLER!

The jam packed arena responds with a deafening cheer.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is our opening bout of the evening, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…..

[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 don’t care nothin about it

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW, YEAH!

[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 don’t 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 debonair

[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

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW, YEAH!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW, YEAH!

[Duff does a few stretches and waits patiently for the bell to ring when the Lights went out as "Putting Holes In Happiness" began to play over the PA system.

"Blow out the candles
On all my Frankenstein’s.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you."

Xannon Alexander Stepped through the curtain and made his way to the ring in almost complete darkness, his body swaying in rhythmic fashion with the beat. This could be seen because of his tattoos, which glew a neon blue in the darkness of the arena.

Eric Emerson: "On the way to the ring, residing from between the worlds of visions and dreams. He weighs in at Two-Hundred and Ten Pounds he is The DeadEnder Xannon Alexander!"

"Putting holes in happiness.
We'll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is a story
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell."

Xannon climbed the steps and walked to the center of the apron as the lights faded back on and he jumped onto the top rope before simply falling back down to his feet within the ring to stare blankly/wait at/for his opponent.

"Blow out the candles
On all my Frankenstein’s.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you."

Jon McDaniel: Duff is a veteran in this business. However, he has no idea about his opponent.

Brian Rentfro: No one does. Xander is so new the inks not even dried on his contract.

Jon McDaniel: Duff has to rely on his experience and not count on any inexperience for Xannon.

Brian Rentfro: And Xannon has the hope that people don’t compare him to the old 80’s video game!

Jon McDaniel: What!?

DING DING DING!

They lock up and Xannon pushes Duff away. They lock up again and Duff with a waist lock but Xannon with a hammer lock. Duff with a reversal but Xannon with an elbow and he returns to the arm and takes Duff down and puts Duff into an arm bar. Duff reverses and then he takes Xannon down and gets a near fall.

Jon McDaniel: Good solid mat wrestling between the two to start this match out.

Brian Rentfro: They’re testing each other, getting a feel for the kind of match they’re in for.

Xannon goes to the apron for a breather and then returns to the ring. The two men lock up again and Xannon with a kick and elbow to Duff. Xannon with a punch but Duff with forearms. Duff with a kick and then he hits a series of arm drags into an arm bar. Xannon with a punch instead of a clean break and then he kicks Duff.

Jon McDaniel: Xannon breaks down and turns this match into a brawl!

Brian Rentfro: Now Duff has to play catch up or he’s gonna be left with the losing end of this deal.

Xannon with a European uppercut followed by an elbow to the head and he gets a near fall. Duff with a back elbow and a punch followed by a drop kick and Xannon goes to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Duff retaliates and it’s Xannon who has to recuperate.

Brian Rentfro: Smart to get to the floor, stops Duff’s momentum!

Xannon gets back in and grabs Duff. Xannon with an Irish whip but he charges into an elbow. Duff tries for a cross body but Xannon catches him. Xannon tries for a suplex but Duff escapes the hold. Xannon with an elbow for a near fall and then he puts Duff in a reverse chin lock. Duff breaks out and moves to the apron and then he goes up top but Xannon is there and punches Duff. Xannon with a superplex and both men are down.

Jon McDaniel: Suicide move, in a way.

Brian Rentfro: It stopped Duff, but it took a great deal out of Xannon to do that.

Xannon recovers first and gets a near fall. Duff with a kick and punch but Xannon with a forearm. Xannon and Duff exchange forearms and then Duff with a kick and flying clothesline and leg lariat. Duff poses and then hits the standing shooting star press. Duff tries to float over but Xannon catches him and tries for a running power slam but Duff escapes and gets a near fall with a rollup.

Jon McDaniel: Duff nearly caught Xannon off guard there.

Brian Rentfro: I gotta admit, this new kid is really taking it to Duff.

Xannon with a jackknife cover but Duff bridges and tries for a back slide. Xannon with a power slam for a near fall. Xannon punches Duff but misses a leg drop. Duff misses a swing kick but Xannon with a roll up for a near fall. Duff with a mule kick and then a top rope moonsault, but Xannon is able to stop him before he hits the move. Xannon with a German suplex but Duff lands on his feet. Xannon misses a charge into the corner but Duff sidesteps him and as Xannon hits the empty corner, Duff drop kicks him in the back of the head! As Xannon stumbles backwards, Duff catches him and connects with the Master of Puppets!

1

2

3!

DING DING DING!

Jon McDaniel: Duff gets the win!

Brian Rentfro: Xannon put up a good fight, but Duff’s experience paid off here.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Duff Côte d`Ivoire!

Jon McDaniel: Good way to begin Summer Sizzler!

Brian Rentfro: That match had nothing to it except bragging rights; the rest of the night there is far more at stake, and far more consequences for losing!

Jethro's Winning Attitude


Jethro gets out of his rented Chevrolet truck and grabs a John Deere duffel bag before walking through the gate in the fence. Bud Adams is there trying to get some pre pay per view interviews for the broadcast and Jethro is the first to stop and give him the time of day. Bud quickly puts the microphone up to his lips, and as usual, gets right to the blunt questioning.

Bud Adams: How do you feel about what Hunter said about you spending half of your promo jumping all over the misuse of the word lateral?

Jethro smiles as he goes to answer the question. He sits his bag down and speaks into the microphone.

Jethro: Well if Hunter is supposed to be elite, one of the best in the business, then he should know the meanings of words; I am not an educated man and I knew the meaning of the word. He says that it was a mistake, but he made the same mistake multiple times in his promo; once I could understand and overlook, but more than once? I know he is human and prone to them, besides, I was under the impression we were supposed to jump all over mistakes and flaws we see in our opponents.

Jethro looks at Bud who brings the microphone back to himself.

Bud Adams: Hunter implied that you do not stand behind your words, how does that make you feel.

Jethro raises an eyebrow.

Jethro: Well, all humans make mistakes as Hunter was so quick to point out about the misuse of lateral, saying that he meant vertical, upwards, etc. Well, I made a mistake, I never claimed to be perfect, I never claimed to be Godly, unlike my competitor here this evening. He wants to say I spewed half comments and it is his job to destroy them, basically that is what he said. But then he says that I come at him with nothing, that I am grasping at straws and nit picking; again, I thought it was my job to get under his skin and attack anyway that I can. You know get him off his edge, but I guess I was wrong with my thinking. Who would have thought I wasn't supposed to make him look dumb, all this time I was doing things the wrong way and winning. Maybe I should play his "logical" game and lose more often; the way he does. After all, we all see how that has worked out for him. Don't get me wrong, he has won a bunch of matches, but my way got the fans and myself a World Title and his logical way has gotten him... how many World title runs?

Jethro looks at the security guards as they try to get the fans to go around to the entrance.

Bud Adams: how do you feel about what has happened to Jacob Figgins?

Jethro looks a bit ticked now.

Jethro: Bud, as I said in my promo, something Hunter seemed to want to ignore. I said it was my fault, I don't really know why, but I have a feeling it is my fault. Maybe it is because I started this fight against Pantheon and Jacob wanted to join in to help The Resistance out and that is the reason it is my fault. I just know that I do feel it is my fault and I am going to do what I can to pay Mr. Of back inside the ring tonight. Maybe it is because I can't bring myself to do what needs to be done... I simply do not know why, I just know that I do blame myself.

Bud nods as he clears his throat for the next question.

Bud Adams: Hunter said that he doesn't need to resort to such low tactics to make you look like a fool.

Jethro laughs.

Jethro: Yeah, I do a pretty good job of that myself... but yeah, he saves his low handed tactics for low blows in a rumble, behind the back sneak attacks, and who knows what else he is capable of. Anyone who would do that to a former friend... well, there is no telling how low they will go.

Bud Adams: Hunter mentioned the fact you did not help him with you being tag team champion, can you explain what you meant by that statement?

Jethro looks a bit hurt.

Jethro: Well Bud, here is the thing. Jamie had walked out of the company and the board wanted me to have a tag team partner to help me defend the belts. So, I came up with the idea of the Jethro Hayes Invitational Tournament cause I wanted the best person for the job, Hunter won that tournament. He beat all of those high profile names as he said, no denying that, but without me needing a partner, there would not have been a tournament, so therefore... Hunter would have never beaten all of those high profile names to become one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions. That is how I feel that I helped him out, cause without me, there would have been no tournament for him to win. I never tried to take credit for his victories, on the contrary, he is an excellent competitor and deserved that championship; I didn't give it to him, no one did, he earned each and every victory.

Bud looks taken aback that Jethro, no matter the animosity for Hunter, still shows respect for his ability in the ring.

Bud Adams: What did you mean by Hunter being the next casualty?

Jethro rolls his eyes.

Jethro: Oh not that he was going to be put out of wrestling, but that he will be the next member of Pantheon to lose a belt at Summer Sizzler here tonight. I know he thinks that I believe he will run away cause mean and ugly Jethro took his belt, but that is the last thing I think. In fact, if Mr. Of were to leave, the talent would drop here in PWA, because he is one of the best technical wrestlers here in the PWA, maybe in the business today. I know that I can't hold a candle to him in a straight technical bout, not going to try and say I could beat him in a strict technical amateur wrestling match; heck Bud, I don't even know if I could hold my own. So yeah, I'd be devastated if Mr. Of left PWA if I beat him, cause the PWA would lose a great talent.

Bud Adams: How does it make you feel when Hunter talks of you not having... balls... enough to get the job done the way it needs to be done?

Jethro: Well, it just isn't the person I am, I've never been a really mean or bad guy. Sure I am human and have those days when I am ticked off, but then again, who among us doesn't? But on the whole, I am a nice guy and worry about my enemies as well as my friends, maybe not as much as my friends, but I just don't want to see anyone suffer and if I did what The Pantheon seem to think it will take to rid the PWA of them it would not only break them, but would break my spirit as well. Honestly Bud, that isn't something I am willing to give over so easily just yet, my spirit is something that I enjoy. I know how to take them out, don't get me wrong, but I just can't. It is the reason that I went to Riona and asked her to train me, because I wanted to know how she could come back from that other place and be like she was. I wanted to know if Jethro Hayes could go to that place, get the job done, and come back to the way I am now. She didn't seem to think I could, she wanted to protect me as well.

Jethro looks down at his watch as a few more vehicles arrive.

Bud Adams: Hunter said, "what does it matter to me if I go out and do things like attack Figgy?"

Jethro: Yeah, well, the only answer is that Figgins is a human Hunter. There was no need for such violence, no need to put the man out of a job. With the economy the way it is nowadays, he has a family to feed Hunter. I would say it is compassion Hunter, but it is obvious that the only compassion that you have, is for yourself. The only one you care about is yourself and what you can get, no matter who you step on during your climb to success. But Hunter, remember those you are stepping on, you will pass them on the way back down and the next time you climb back up... they might not make it so easy.

Jethro waves to a few fans who holler his name before turning back to Bud and his multiple questions.

Bud Adams: What about the different views of the Pantheon?

Jethro: Well, if Chamelion wants to do it to make the roster grow, how does taking out one of the big names help in making money? It sure as heck doesn't help the roster grow because you have just subtracted a superstar from the roster. What about the fans that tune in to watch Jacob wrestle, or the fans that buy tickets just to watch him wrestle? See, that is where two minus one equals one; it is lesser... not greater. Hunter talks about tearing down the building, putting on clinics, but then he took out Jacob Figgins.. a man whom he had a clinic with at Who's The Man... regardless of how the ending looked, it was a classic match. Hunter answers questions, but in his case, his answers lead to more questions so from now on, I'm going to try and refrain from asking him questions. Oh I know that he said Figgins will return in three or four months and will go after him with revenge on his mind, but Bud, I don't think that will be much of a wrestling match. See, I think, now I don't know Jacob that well, but he will be fired up and in a brawling mood. I don't know about a wrestling clinic, but that may make brawl of the year, if the PWA decides to give out that award.

Bud Adams: How do you feel about Hunter having you right where he wants you?

Jethro smiles that smile of a warrior getting ready for battle(picture Chuck Ladell right before a fight)

Jethro: I'm glad he has me right where he wants me, cause I am right where I want to be.

Jethro comes back from his land right before Bud asks his next question.

Bud Adams: Jethro, many fans have e-mailed and wondered why you call Hunter Sullivan Mr. Of, can you please enlighten us?

Jethro chuckles, he actually laughs until tears roll down his cheeks.

Jethro: The easiest question of the night and funny actually. See, Hunter usually rants and raves about his multiple Match of the Nights, Match of the Months, Match of the Quarters, and how he is Wrestler of the Week, Wrestler of the Month, Wrestler of the Quarter, Heel of the Quarter; so I decided to call him... Mr. Of instead of having to address him with all of those names every time I said something to him. He has more names than Ric Flair, Bret Hart, and more moves than Dean Malenko combined.

Jethro looks down at his watch again and as Bud nods, Jethro turns to walk into the building, his John Deer duffel bag slung over his right shoulder. The door opens and closes with a thunk.

Bud Adams: Well, you heard it straight from the horse's mouth folks, now back to Jon and Brian at ringside.

Ryan Ross vs Rhyno

GB Contendership Match


“The Following contest is for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP to the Grizzly Beer Title!”

Three Count hits the PA system as Rhyno steps threw the Curtain

“Coming to the ring weighing in at Two Hundred and Sixty Three pounds he is Rhyno!!!!”

The fans Boo loudly as the man they call Rhyno charges to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and sets himself in the corner lying in wait for his pray to enter the ring.

“And his opponent Hailing from Seattle Washington he weighs in tonight at Two Hundred and Twenty pounds he is Wrestling Royalty Ryan Ross!!!!”

Freedom Fighter Hits the PA system and plays its rock and roll intro, and as soon as the lyrics hit the fans Ryan Ross Steps out from behind the curtain. The fans give him a mixed reaction the Smarks cheer and the Marks boo. Ryan doesn't care for any of it and just relishes in his own glorious wonder, as he steps down to the ramp and slowly walks down to the ring side area. At this point he walks over to the stairs and point to the crowd giving them the thumbs down in disapproval. Ryan then goes to the closest turnbuckle and mounts it throwing his arms out to his side as his music slowly fades out. Ryan steps back off the Turnbuckle and turns quickly to hear the bell ring and a mad Rhyno Charge at him.

Thinking fast Ryan takes a quick side step and a leg trip causing Rhyno to fall face first on to the second turnbuckle Rhyno grabs at his face in pain as Ryan loudly says into the camera. “BIG mistake kid.” With that Wrestling’s Royalty unloads a few quick punches to Rhyno’s head. The Rookie grasps at the back of his head only to feel a hard tug on his hair pulling him off his knees and into a standing position into the corner. Ryan grabs Rhyno by the arm and gives him a hard tug throwing him to the opposite side of the ring. Hitting hard rhino grabs his back in pain and looks up only to see Ryan running after him, with a short yell, Ryan leaps into the air and puts both his boots together striking Rhyno hard in the chest with a stiff dropkick.

“What a cheap skate Rhyno was being he sure as hell is getting what he deserves for that attempted cheap shot at Wrestling Royalty.” A chipper Brain Rentfro pipes up.

“Well Brain the Youngster made a rookie mistake and is paying for it now.” A calm Jon McDaniel’s says.

Rhyno falls to his knees grasping his chest trying to catch his breath. Ryan Taunts the crowd for a moment, as he kicks Rhyno in the head, a hail of boos hit him from all directions and with a smirk he waves them off kicking Rhyno a second time in the head before dropping to his back and hitting Rhyno with a smooth elbow drop landing perfectly on his foes neck. Rhyno pops his head up in pain and with a short howl Ryan rolls him over and goes for the cover.

Scott Swindell dives to the mat and begins his count. “ONE…” Rhyno tosses his shoulder off the mat and Ryan’s eyes lit up. In one fluid motion Ryan pushes himself in a hand stand and pops up to his feet turning quickly and looking at his downed foe. Rhyno lay there almost lifeless causing Ryan to chuckle under his breath. Ryan grabs Rhyno’s hair again pulling him slowly to his feet but this time he’s met by a stiff punch to the stomach, followed by a second, and third. Rhyno punch’s his opponent a fourth time causing him to let go of his hair and for the first time since the bell rang Rhyno is back in control of his motion. Rhyno leaps towards a nearby side of ropes and bounds back hitting Ryan hard in the chest with a shoulder tackle. Ryan bumps hard on the mat as Rhyno leaps to an adjacent set of ropes hitting them and charging back only to have to leap over a now diving Ryan Ross. Rhyno makes it to the other side of the ring unscathed but as he hits the ropes Ryan jumps to his feet and throws his arm out, preparing for a hip toss. Rhyno’s body flows right into Ryan’s but unfortunately for the two time PWA Tag Team Champion Rhyno doesn’t leave his feet and reverses the hip toss into one of his own. Ryan’s feet leave the ground and his vision gets flipped upside down as he hits the mat hard.

“What a show of classic wrestling counters and reversals.” Jon McDaniels says eagerly waiting on the next exchange of moves.

“If that’s the classics I want a Delorean because the future is where it’s at.” A Smarmy Brain Rentfro says.

Ryan clutches his back in pain and shock as the wild Rhyno takes charge again to the ropes this time he leaps onto the second rope and flips backward attempting to do a Lionsault. Ryan thinking quickly lifts his legs into the air stopping Rhyno’s momentum and causing some serious damage to his abdomen. Ryan rolls to his feet with a smirk on his face and quickly capitalizes on his prone opponent with a quick few stomps to his gut. Rhyno lay on the mat holding his stomach coughing softly under his breath.

“And that’s how you do it Jon you take your opponents momentum and use it against them causing serious damage.” Brian said happily as Ryan took control back.

“You took my line Brian” Jon said frustrated.

Ryan dropped to the mat and grabbed his foes arm trusting it in-between his legs and then clutched his face pulling back into a Crippler Crossface. Rhyno yelled out in pain stomping his feet onto the mat in pain. Rhyno struggled to reach the ropes but couldn’t do it with his hand. Rhyno quickly started reaching in all directions with all his limbs and with luck caught the bottom rope with his foot. Ryan held the hold as Scott started his count.

“ONE…TWO..THREE..FOUR..” Scotts voice echoed across the arena as the fans booed. Ryan stood up quickly and showed Scott his left hand showing that he had until five.

Ryan wasted a bit of time arguing with Swindell allowing Rhyno to catch his breath and slowly make it to his feet. As Ryan turned his attention back to Rhyno the man-Beast struck charging at his foe and hitting a huge Gore the fans got nuts, but Rhyno lost a lot of energy and hit the mat after the impact.

“Ryan sure did get a little pay back for exceeding his count in the cross face there Brian.” Jon said with a glimmer of hope in his voice.

“Yeah but unfortunately for Rhyno he laid himself out on Ryan’s hard body.” Brain remarked back.

Rhyno stirred quickly slowly getting to his feet as Ryan Lay face down on the mat. With a smirk on his face Rhyno grabs Ryan by the waist and slowly pulls him to his feet savoring the moment that just occurred and in a fluid motion he pulled him into book end position. Ryan groggily slammed his elbow into his foes head loosening his grip and allowing Ryan to pull back and spit a deep red mist in his opponents face.

“YES Jon did you see that he just cover Rhyno in sauce.” Brian yelled.

Rhyno clutched his face in pain and blindness as Ryan booted him in the gut doubling him over Ryan grabbed his waist in a gut wrench position and lifting hard placing him in a Canadian backbreaker position and with a quick turn spun his opponent and landed hard on the mat.

“That’s it text book finisher high impact, low recovery rate.” Brian yelped in excitement.

“You may be right but as Ryan does it took an underhanded tactic to pull it off.” Jon retorted.

Ryan fell on top of Rhyno in a cocky sloppy pin raising his hand in the air to a roar of boos as Scott took to the mat and began his count.

“ONE…TWO…THREE!!!!” Scott stood up and called for the bell Ryan stood up and grabbed Scotts hand making him raise his own in the air as Freedom Fighter hit’s the PA system for the second time that night.

Brian Rentfro: And Ross with a deafening statement!

Jon McDaniel: And a chance to face the Grizzly Beer Champion in two weeks!

Clash of the Titans


The camera cuts backstage in the PWA Dome to find Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel staring at each other across security, PWA staff, and others who are trying to keep the two men apart.

Jethro(monotone): Don't worry, I'm not going to hit him.

Matthew: "Yeah, because you are so damn high and mighty, right Hayes."

Jethro stares back at the cold eyes of Matthew Engel.

Jethro: "More than you can say for yourself and your running mates, isn't it Engel?"

Engel: "High and mighty, The Pantheon is beyond such trivial descriptions Jethro, when will you realize it."

Engel stares at Jethro, the people between them still holding them apart with a great effort.

Jethro: "Right, because it is all about power, prestige, and all the gold the group can get."

Engel nods.

Matthew: "Glad that you are finally understanding the game; nice to know you aren't as dumb as you look."

Engel with a smirk towards Jethro.

Jethro: "I've known all along that was the true reason for The Pantheon, the raising the level of the roster a mere sham for their true purpose. But it is the reason that they went out and recruited you out of retirement."

Matthew looks taken aback.

Jethro: "Yeah, because they couldn't get the job done without you. Robinson is getting on in age, Chamelion and Raizzor much the same; no matter their talent, they cannot deny the toll the years have taken on them."

Matthew just looks on.

Jethro: "Then you have Hunter, a young up and comer, but he has his faults doesn't he? He can get the job done three times out of four, but that fourth one is where he just isn't quite good enough. Three weeks out of four, he does what he does best and wrestle great matches, wins like the Pantheon wants, but when it comes to a pay per view... well, he isn't Pantheon material is he?"

Matthew just looks on, saying nothing.

Jethro: "See, if you five don't win all the time, it isn't a good night. Forget the fans and putting on a great show for them, you are all out for dominance aren't you?"

Matthew: "Again, your intellect surprises me, did it take you this long to come to that conclusion?"

Jethro looks back.

Matthew: "No matter the reasoning, The Pantheon is the most powerful force that professional wrestling has ever seen. Sure we fall, because we aren't perfect. No one is, but Jethro..."

Jethro looks into Engel's face. Matthew with a smirk.

Matthew: "We are as damn close to perfect as any human being can get."

Jethro scoffs at that statement. Matthew splits the crowd as Jethro does the same and these two meet in the middle of the group.

Matthew: "I'm so sure of our continued success that I'll give my word that I will not interfere with the Intercontinental match tonight between Hunter and yourself."

Jethro stands seven inches taller than Matthew, but this doesn't intimidate Engel in the slightest as he looks up into Jethro's face.

Jethro: "What makes you think I believe your word?"

Matthew: "Believe me or not, your choice, but I go through with what I say Hayes, it is time you and the rest of the roster realize that."

Jethro looks skeptical.

Jethro: "Pardon me if I don't believe you then, after all you do run around with the group I and many others are set against."

Matthew nods.

Matthew: "Fair enough Hayes, fair enough."

Jethro: "But one more thing Engel, I'll be at ringside."

Matthew laughs.

Matthew: "I expect no different Hayes, I know I said you were a bit more intelligent than I gave you credit for while ago, but that was pretty dum..."

Jethro smiles and interrupts Matthew.

Jethro: "During your match."

Matthew stops and looks up at Jethro.

Jethro: "See, I have an interest in that match."

Matthew smirks.

Matthew: "I knew you weren't satisfied with the Intercontinental title."

Jethro laughs.

Jethro: "No Engel, it isn't that. See, I want to make sure if the title is to change hands, it is done fairly, seeing as a Pantheon member is involved."

Matthew reddens at the implications that he would cheat to win.

Matthew: "If you interfere and cost me my World title... Hayes, what Hunter would have done to you by then will be the least of your worries."

Jethro laughs into Matthew's face.

Jethro: "How many times have I interfered in a match Engel; and what makes you think I will start now? Remember, I am the opposite of The Pantheon, I am about fair play and honor. You five are about power and glory."

Matthew: "Because you are too damn stupid to realize that our way is the only way. Riona may be a female, but it is you that has the p*bleep*y."

Jethro reddens in anger, he is shaking from restraining himself as Matthew backs away with a look of triumph on his face.

Jethro: "Does it bother you Engel, that even though she is a woman... she has more balls than you?"

Matthew stops and looks at Jethro from across the room.

Matthew: "One of these days Hayes, we are going to meet inside of the ring, one on one, and I'll shut that mouth of yours up for good."

Jethro: "But until then... yeah I've heard it before. I've heard worse from better."

Matthew starts to come back but more security come from around the corner and get between these two.

Matthew: "Fine Hayes, believe what you want. But like I said, no I interference in Hunter's match, because I want to see him pick you apart by himself and I'm going to sit back and enjoy every second of the match. Enjoy falling back down the ladder of success Hayes; I wouldn't know anything about that."

And with that Matthew turns to walk down the hallway and towards his locker-room leaving Jethro to stare back at his back. The camera then pans away down the other direction of the hallway to find Chamelion standing in the shadows, a somewhat angry look on his face, before he turns away towards the ring, and his match.

Sunshine's Swimsuit Competition!


As the scene cuts back to ringside, we find none other than Sunshine warrior standing in the ring with casual wear, and his trademark shades, heck he even has a glass of lemonade topped with a swirly straw. Natashia bedinfeild is finishing off over the sound system as Shine holds a microphone in his hand waving to all the cool people in the arena tonight. He laughs to himself as he looks out towards the people in the front row, bring a microphone to his mouth.

Sunshine: “I guess you fine people are wondering why I’m out here before my match even is set to take place, well that’s quite a simple question to answer. I thought I’d come out here and pump you people up for the show. Get your vocal chords going and warmed up for all the chanting and cheering your sure to unleash. And I was thinking, besides a nice cold glass of lemonade, for everyone, which I just can’t do, how can I reward these people for showing up here tonight in this economical downturn?”

Sunshine smiles as he looks towards the ramp as 2 beautiful unknown ladies start to strut out towards the ring in robes. Every man in the arena pipes up with cheer ready to get this right on the road.

Sunshine: “So, I grabbed the most beautiful and gorgeous of all the sunshine gal pals that I could muster and brought them out here for a good ol’ fashion SWIM SUIT CONTEST.”

Fans explode as the ladies enter the ring in the most sexual way they could imagine, add fuel to the fire of excitement from the males in the crowd.

Sunshine: “So without further waiting let’s get this started! In the red corner, we have none other than my dear friend Vanessa the vivid vixen and sexy red head. Oh dear, down boy down, aha. I just talked to my penis, isn’t that hilarious.”

Vanessa is a little off taken by the comment but shrugs it off as Adrian walks around the ring sipping the lemonade as he does.

Sunshine: “So if you would, please, un-rooobe!”

Music hits over the sound system as a techno beat hits in and pounds a harsh bass. The red headed woman walks forward in a strut slowly moving and dancing sexually to the music as she unties the front of her robe. The fans wait in anticipation as she slowly removes her robe and shows everyone a tight busty green top with little swirly hearts that match the bottom in design, or well, if you can call it a bottom, and more like a set of strings. Above the Thong like bottom is a frill of cloth that kinda looks like a skirt, however, would be the smallest skirt in history.

Sunshine: “well as the saying goes, A promo is like a woman’s skirt. Short enough to keep interest, and long enough to cover the essentials.”

This gets a chuckle out of the fans who are cheering loudly for the girl as he continues to dance before returning to her spot.

Sunshine: “Next we have none other than the lovely Rebecca , the blond headed wonder of a girl who shows us all that it doesn’t matter if you’re dumb. It’s looks that count. Especially here tonight where they are judged on it! Ha, yeah, Mainstream media at its finest. Remember young girls, if you’re fat and ugly, your useless. (sarcasm) As we were, Becca dear, please, un-robe.”

Becca moves forward in the techno beat moving and grooving to the beat and slowly unrobing herself making sure to shake her behind a little as she does it the fans are in hypnotized gawking mode. Slowly she shrugs off the robe and lets her assets show off. The swimsuit that she is wearing is a one piece but this particular one piece looked as if it would fall off if the wind blew the wrong way. It was loose and frilly as it covers her breasts and other important areas. The men in the audience go crazy at the sight and cheer loudly. It seems she has won as the music cuts.

Sunshine: “ha, I love, it, out of the two of you it seems Becca my dear would be the winner!”

Becca starts to celebrate but is cut off.

Sunshine: “if not for our third entrant. DJ hit that music.”

The fans look towards the ring confused as the Techno music hits up and Adrian steps forward taking grasp of his clothes and with one harsh tug pulls both his shirt and pants off revealing nothing but a speedo on the masked wrestler! The fans Bellow in both laughter and cheers, the ladies and men both cheer loudly as Shine starts marching around flexing and thrusting in sexual manners. The sight looks vaguely like a skit out of a JackAss movie as Sunshine lifts up the microphone and eggs the fans on to cheer his way.

Sunshine: “As expected, I win. Ha Ha, now wasn’t this better then a glass of lemonade!”
Sunshine jumps out of the ring, laughing as he heads up the ramp.

Brian Rentfro: I think I’m going to be sick.

Jon McDaniel: Then try to turn your focus to more interesting matters, like the next match!

Mark Zout vs Viktor Stone

World Title Contendership Match


Eric Emerson: The following match up is scheduled for one fall, and will name the next number one contender to the PWA World championship. First, representing Seattle, Washington; he stands at five feet, ten inches, and weighs in tonight at two hundred five pounds…

My pain filled drama queen
Is always creeping at your bed,
Getting ready to buy you out.
'Cause we all know what goes around comes around. You should have known what I was all about.
Do not test me.

At the end of these words emerges the nephew of The Powerhouse, sporting a new platinum blonde look.

'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Get on your knees
I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please
So get up or get out and I'll show you
What it means to control you
'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world.

Eric Emerson: The ‘King of the World,’ Mark Zout!

Zout passes by several Markz on his way down to the ring looking to slap his hand, jeering and sneering at them instead, resulting in tremendous boos to reign down on him. When he reaches the ring he ascends the steel steps nearest himself and wipes his white DC Courts on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. His silver shorts glimmer under the lights as he moves atop the second turnbuckle opposite his opponent. He raises his index finger, pointing to the crowd, and is met with a sea of disapproval. In retaliation, he crosses one arm in front of his torso and raises the other violently so the inside of his elbow slaps his forearm and curves upward in a fist. He then spits toward the crowd before hopping down.

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 gray "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, tattooed body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

Mark grinned in a clearly cocky manner as he strolled forward, twitching his head off to the side to make sure his hair would stay out of his face, his opponent snorting in clear contempt as he strolled up, also, though he wasn’t sporting a similar smirk. The referee slid between them, giving a brief overview of the rules before finally just signaling for the bell, obviously having given up after seeing the look in each of the competitors’ eyes.

DING DING DING

Stone backed up a few steps, lowering his center of gravity as he shot his arms up, looking like he wanted to go for the standard collar-elbow tie-up, but Mark wasn’t going to have any of this as he promptly snapped his arm up and flicked his hand across Viktor’s cheek with a slap full of disrespect. The slightly bigger man blinked as he took another step back, dropping one arm as the other withdrew, rubbing a hand experimentally across his cheek. Zout stood there with his hands on his hips, his cocky grin still on his face, even as Viktor started to slowly shake his head in response to the disrespect, stepping forward and going for a right hook. Mark ducked under it, just barely managing to roll off to the side to avoid a muay thai kick that had been aimed his way in retaliation to the duck, but he wasn’t quite fast enough to avoid the lariat that drove him back down to the canvas again as Stone finally caught up to the smaller wrestler. Rolling out his muscular arm, Victor reached down and grabbed Mark by his questionable haircut, starting to pull him up to his feet...only to have his arms batted away and get knocked back by a dropkick! The former intercontinental champion snarled a bit as Zout kipped back up to his feet after the dropkick, a grin still on the face of the Powerhouse’s nephew, even as he lowered his own center of gravity to mimic the wrestling stance that Stone had shown at the beginning of the match. Rather than matching the wrestling stance this time, though, Victor instead brought his forearms in front of his face, his hands curled up into loose fists, making it obvious that he was fully intending on pounding the snot out of the disrespectful wrestler, which caused the smaller wrestler to visibly gulp as he realized what position he had put himself into.

Rolling out his shoulders, Zout finally scooted in closer, his hands still held up in offering of a collar-elbow tie-up, but he ducked and went for a single leg takedown as Viktor went for a left hook. The single leg proved fruitless, however, as Stone sprawled his legs out underneath himself, placing his hands flat on Mark’s back and then spinning around to assume what looked like a typical opening for the second period of an Olympic match. Applying his full weight to Zout’s back, the former intercontinental champion tried to force his opponent down, only to eat canvas the smaller open went through the motions of a switch, finishing the switch by applying a leg lock and shoving forward. Despite the loss of a leg, the bigger man propped himself up on his elbows, then shifting a bit to get the leg that wasn’t locked lifted up, using that to start shoving himself upward by scooting backwards on his elbows. Not about to allow the bigger man to gain his base, though, the platinum blonde released the leg lock and spun around, grabbing the heel of Viktor and attempting to cinch in a single leg Boston Crab. This proved to be a mistake, however, as Stone hooked his heels together and kicked outward, forcing the Renegade Souljah member to fly forward. Not about to let himself be grounded again, Viktor was up to his feet at the same moment that Mark was, rolling out his shoulders again before charging forward, going for an uppercut when he was close enough. This proved to be a mistake, however, as the blonde popped up, wrapping his legs around Stone’s head and launching him to the ropes with a side spinning head scissors.

Rolling up to his feet again after the takedown, Viktor was forced between the ropes by a dropkick to his chest, just barely managing to grab a hold of the middle rope on the way out of the ring to keep himself from falling to the floor. Pulling himself up to his feet, the bigger man was just barely able to sidestep another dropkick attempt, reaching over the ropes as Zout popped up to his feet and grabbing him by the back of his head. The multi-time former tag champion tried to fight out of the group, but wasn’t quite quick enough as Stone dropped off the edge of the ring, bouncing the blonde’s head off of the top rope, the ricochet causing him to smack his feet directly into the canvas. Not about to waste time, Viktor rolled back into the ring and immediately pounced on Zout’s back, his hands slithering around the smaller man’s chin and cranking back with the old school chin lock, his legs flattening out to weigh down on each of his opponent’s arms to make it harder to fight out of the hold. As the referee started to ask him if he wanted to give up, Mark propped his knees up to try and get some leverage to get out of the hold, his arms shifting a bit and starting to wrap around Viktor’s shins, trying to force him off. As his hands formed a S lock together, he finally popped up onto the balls of his feet, shoving forward and pulling his arms underneath him at the same moment. As the inverted double leg Boston Crab was locked onto him, Viktor let out a grunt, his eyes darting about the ring as the referee got up close and started asking him if he wanted to tap out, though he was shaking his head from side to side. Finally, the former IC champion pushed up with his arms, lessening the tension of the submission hold as Mark was forced up onto his feet, reversing it as he kicked he suddenly launched himself forward, grabbing a hold of the blonde’s ankle and attempting to torque him over for the ankle lock.

Scouting the move, however, Zout dropped down to his free knee, driving it into Stone’s chest and then staying there as the referee dropped down, snapping a quick two count off before Viktor rolled his shoulders to break it, at the same time adding the last bit of extra torque needed to make Mark fall face first to the mat. Keeping the leg scissored as a way to keep him held in place, Stone gripped his forearm with his other hand, applying extra pressure to the ankle lock. As the referee again started to ask Zout if he wanted to give up, the blonde shook his head vigorously from side to side, even as he gripped the mat. Finally, he glanced behind himself and, despite the situation, he grinned as he realized their positioning in the ring. Placing his palms flat against the mat, the Renegade Souljah member pushed up and then backward, the referee staying beside Mark for a moment longer before looking back and, upon seeing that Stone was under the ropes, dove over and told him to break the hold. As Viktor held onto the hold, Swindell finally began the five count that would get the Beast disqualified, but Stone broke the hold at four, grunting as he got up to his feet. Favoring his ankle, Zout got up to his feet considerably slower, not able to fend off Viktor as the bigger man went for another collar-elbow tie-up. Jockey back and forth for position, the bigger man finally shot Mark off to the ropes, only to have to hop over as the multi-time tag champion dove at his feet in an attempted ankle lock takedown. Not about to lose his momentum, though, Zout front flipped up to his feet, stumbling a bit due to the torque that had been added to his ankle, but he nonetheless ran for the opposing ropes. As he came back, the blonde leaped up, looking for the Lou Thesz Pre--NO!

As Viktor’s back had hit the ground, he had stuck his hands between their respective bodies, one of his legs scissoring around the leg of Mark’s that hadn’t been previously hurt in the processor. Rolling through, Stone grabbed the other leg of the Souljah with his hands, his own forearm being gripped by his hand as he rolled flat to his stomach, tourqing on the jiu jutsu maneuver. Zout let out a curse under his breath as he felt his ankle again being torqued on, his hands going into his hair to help him resist the urge of tapping, even as Swindell kept asking him if he wanted. Shaking his head finally, the Souljah again placed his palms flat against the ground to lever upward, rolling his knees a bit before he launched himself backward, reversing the hold into a pin attempt, his palms resting against the ground on the other side of Stone as he bridged to keep his own shoulders from being placed against the crowd. Another two count was all Mark received for his troubles as Viktor broke the hold to avoid being pinned, though the Beast rolled right back up to his feet and stalked over to Zout, who’d dropped his back after the submission had been broken to give his ankles a rest. Bending down, the bigger man went to grab the blonde by his hair...only to have his arm get scissored by his opponent, the cross-arm submission being cinched in as he had ankles placed against his face. With his free hand, he started pummeling Mark’s side with right hands to try and break the hold, obviously annoyed about having his own style using against him. After a few more hits, the hold was finally broken, Viktor standing up to his full height as he shook out his arm, his annoyance more than obvious before he bent down, attempting to grab at Zout’s ankle this time...only to get thrown over with a kip-up hurracarana!

Stone’s shoulders ate canvas as he was thrown over, Mark hopping up to his feet with ease since the hurracarana had placed him belly down in place of back down as he had been. Taking quick advantage of the situation, Viktor was again driven down to the canvas by a dropkick to the back of his head, having managed to get up to one knee with his back to Zout. Falling forward with a bit of a stunned expression on his face, Stone wasn’t able to fight back as the Souljah began to lay into him with stomps to his back and side, topping it all off with an elbow drop to the shoulder of his downed opponent. Rolling Stone over to his back, Mark reached down, rolling the bigger man’s ankles together, looking like he was setting up for the Puget Sound of Pa-reversed! Viktor kicked his legs out to get out of the hold, rolling to his back at the same time to strike out with a kick as Zout was sent to his back, the foot just happening to catch the ankle he had been working on so much as the match had progressed. A yelp of pain escaped the blonde as he crawled forward away from the bigger man to avoid the pain, but this proved to be a bad idea as Viktor pulled himself up to his feet by using the ropes and turnbuckles, eyeing the smaller man for a few moments before stalking across the ring. Flipping over onto his back, Mark scooted back until Stone was basically right atop him, at which point he started lashing out with his uninjured ankle, trying to keep the bigger man back by assuming the guard position. Snorting in obvious disrespect about the attempt, he kicked away the foot that was keeping him back, then dove in, starting to lay into the smaller man with lefts and rights, the referee again beginning the five count as Mark had scooted into the ropes. Going right up until the four, Viktor stood up, kicking again at the injured ankle before grabbing the Souljah by his hair and pulling him up to his feet.

A wicked grin crossed the Beast’s face as he turned Mark around, driving a forearm or two into the back of the smaller man’s head before he wrapped a single arm around the blonde’s head, hoisting him up to the top rope with the single arm waistlock. Setting him up there so that he was facing out towards the fan, Stone himself then stepped up onto the middle set of ropes, his arms wrapping around Zout’s neck and hoisting him up a bit more. Stepping up onto the top rope for maximum elevation, Viktor flexed back, looking like he was going for a TOP ROPE SALVA-NOO!! Mark put on the brakes by snaking a leg around Stone’s, keeping him from reaching the point of the suplex variation where he would’ve been able to dump the smaller man on his head. Tightening the hold so that Zout’s air flow would be considerably restricted, the Beast kept trying to flex over, until his legs were suddenly knocked out from underneath him by a swift kick to the inside of each of his knees. Releasing the hold, Stone was crotched on the top rope, at which point Zout snapped back with his foot yet again, landing a devastating mule kick right to the bigger man’s chin, the former IC champion falling backwards flat to the mat. Turning around, the Souljah balanced carefully on the top rope before finally leaping off, front flipping through into the PACIFIC PLUNGE! Letting out a groan as he felt his ankle connect with the mat, he nonetheless leaned back, draping an arm over the Beast as Swindell slid in, his hand hitting the mat three times in quick succession to signify the end of the match.

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner and neeeeew number one contender to the World title...MARK ZOUT!

Zout rolled out of the ring, hopping a bit as he did his best to stay off of the ankle, even as he raised one arm up in victory. Coming to, Viktor shook his head a few times as he slowly got up into a sitting position, his eyes bugging out as he heard King of the World again playing through the arena’s sound system. Grinning as he saw his opponent’s expression, Mark lowered his arm and tapped his chest as he kept backing up the mat, then using both arms to do the infamous ‘the belt will be mine’ taunt as the scene faded out.

Chamelion (c) vs Pohatu vs Sunshine Warrior

PWA TV Title Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Television Title!

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

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

DING! DING! DING!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As the chorus fades into the second verse, Chamelion arrives at the ring apron, a slow smile creeps across his features. Sliding into the ring on his belly, his hands propping his chest and head up, he stares intently at **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 the obstacle in front of him.

A high pitched sound echoed across the sound system, though deep voices accompanied it at first. As the deep voices left and were replaced by the accompaniment of guitars instead, the crowd were up on their feet, as the big screen lit up with one word; Electrifying'. This was followed by the lights pulsing in rapid succession with the temp of the remix, Mike Shinoda's voice finally being heard over the instruments.

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars

As the lyrics kept flying around the arena, the area around the entrance curtain itself had a few spotlights focused on it, the spotlights themselves being shaded yellow. As Mike's voice was replaced by Chester belting out the chorus of the song, the curtain was swept back, a person stepping out. Clothed in a set of loose fitting pants of a similar shade to that of the spotlights that had 'Lightning' written upon them on the outside edge of each leg, they went down to a set of black wrestling boots. Despite the clothing obviously showing who he was, his identity was hidden by a hooded vest, a lightning bolt streaking down each side of the front of the vest. 'Pohatu' was written across the front of the hood, though this became hidden as the hood was suddenly flicked back, the Electric Enigma snapping his arms out to either side of him in a crucifix taunt.

I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
'Cause you don't understand, I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense

Strutting down the ramp the ramp as the beat of the song eased back a bit, he kept his arms lifted out to either side, though he rotated his hands so that his palms were facing forward, brushing his fingertips across the hands of all the fans eager enough to extend them out into the aisle. Stopping at the bottom of the ramp, Pohatu rolled out his shoulders, hopping from foot to foot as he lowered his arms to his sides, a slight grin coming onto his face as he listened to the song progressing.

I can't feel the way I did before, don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored, time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored

As the song's pace picked up again, he suddenly took off at a sprint, covering the last few yards to the ring and hopped up onto the apron, hesitating only a moment before he dove in between the top and middle rope, rolling right up to his feet. Running across the ring, he clambered up so that one foot was resting on the middle rope, the other on the top rope, raising a fist up as he looked out at the crowd. Nodding, he hopped down, pulling off his vest and tossing it off to the techs at ring side as he turned around, his grin still on his face.

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

**With the opening lyrics of the beautiful Natasha ringing in over the sound system, it's only right that a horizon be shown across the Jumbo-tron. The lights dim and 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.
No.

**With that Adrian and be seen bursting through the curtain and bouncing around with his natural cheery aroma. **

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

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

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

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.

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

Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.

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

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

There's a place that I go,
But nobody knows.
Where the rivers flow,
And I call it home.

And there's no more lies.
In the darkness, there's light.
And nobody cries.
There's only butterflies.

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

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

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

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

Take me away: A secret place.
To better days take me away.

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

The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.

The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.

Jon McDaniel: Here we go, Television championship on the line, two of PWA's brightest up and coming stars, taking on a PWA legend.

Brian Rentfro: Only a Legend in Chamelion's Mind, Jon!

Chamelion goes to lock up with Pohatu, however, Sunshine breaks up the lock up and grabs Chamelion, Chamelion struggles a bit before he's tossed out of the ring, Sunshine rolls out of the ring to follow him! Pohatu, still in the ring, backs up and runs for the ropes in front of him, ducking down and taking out Chamelion and Sunshine with a baseball slide!

Jon McDaniel: Pohatu, taking advantage already in this match, obviously capitalizing on Sunshine wanting to make a name for himself!

Brian Rentfro: Can you blame him? If he could beat Chamelion here tonight, and win the Television title, that would sky rocket him to Stardom, Jon!

Pohatu throws Sunshine back in the ring and goes to roll under the bottom rope himself, however, he's stopped by Chamelion! Chamelion whips him into the barricade and flies into the ring after Sunshine! Chamelion begins to throw punches left and right, beating Sunshine to the mat, the ref pulls Chamelion off, spouting off rules and regulations

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion's gonna get himself disqualified if he doesn't keep his attitude in check!

Jon McDaniel: That would Certainly help him though, since the title can't be won on a Disqualification!

Chamelion starts to mouth off to the ref, un-aware of what’s behind him, on the top rope, Pohatu rises up, perched for the perfect moment to strike, however, unannounced, Sunshine leaps up and lifts Pohatu in a military press, over the cheers of the crowd, Sunshine can be heard “HEY CHAMELION!” Chamelion turns around and his red face turns to horror as he's crushed by a flying Pohatu!

Jon McDaniel: WHAT STRENGHT!

Brian Rentfro: Sunshine really put a cloud over Chamelion with that one!

Sunshine grabs Pohatu by the back of the head and tosses him out of the ring, he brushes his hands like he took out the trash and drops down to his knees to pin Chamelion

The ref drops for the count

ONE!!

Kick out!!

Jon McDaniel: As much as it must've hurt to get hit by two hundred pounds of human being, it'll take much more than that to keep Chamelion down!

Brian Rentfro: I hate to break it to you, but Chamelion's not invincible bub!

Chamelion rolls under the bottom rope to get his bearings straight, only to be met by a hard clothes line from Pohatu! Chamelion's skull cracks off the floor and the crowd lets out a loud “Oooo!” just for good measure. Pohatu then reaches into the ring and grabs Sunshine's legs, with a loud heave! He pulls Sunshine out from under the bottom rope and drops him with a clothes line as well!

Jon McDaniel: Pohatu out of nowhere dominating the two bigger men!

Brian Rentfro: I always figured Pohatu liked to dominate men.

Jon McDaniel: This is a family show! Lets keep it PG!

Pohatu grabs Chamelion and throws him under the bottom rope, he rolls under himself and goes for a pin!

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Chamelion throws his shoulder up and Pohatu rolls off and slides out of the ring again, he looks under the ring for a weapon, however, while Pohatu's attention was turned, Sunshine rolled back in the ring and hit a rising Chamelion with a hard bull-dog, he goes for the pin!

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Jon McDaniel: In a way, Sunshine and Pohatu are working together to keep the more experienced man down!

Brian Rentfro: That’s an obvious strategy, though there's no point for Pohatu and Sunshine to team up in a match like this, with a title on the line!

Pohatu rolls back into the ring with a chair and goes to take a swing at Sunshine, however the ref stops him quickly and grabs the Chair, Again, Pohatu's attention is away from the match and Sunshine seizes the opportunity and pulls Pohatu into one a Solarplex! (Tiger Suplex)

Sunshine goes for the pin!

1!

2!

Broken up by Chamelion!!

Chamelion hits Sunshine in the lower back with a double Axe-Handle, Sunshine jumps up and starts mouthing off Chamelion, he pushes him into the ropes and Chamelion comes back with a “Sweet Sound of Success!” (Super Kick)

The crowd goes wild as Chamelion struts around the ring a bit before he drops down to pin Sunshine, however before the ref can even start the count, Pohatu breaks up the pin, with a swift movement, he picks Chamelion up and hits him with the Radio-Tower (Death Valley Driver)!

Brian Rentfro: Finishers left right and center and no pins yet! This is gonna be close!

Jon McDaniel: In a Triple Threat match, anything can happen!

Pohatu goes for a loose pin!

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Chamelion throws his shoulder up and Pohatu looks shocked that it didn't work.

Jon McDaniel: Oo, It looked almost like Pohatu had that for sure!

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion is as tough as a 2 dollar steak! But he isn't invincible!

Pohatu picks Chamelion up again for another Radio Tower, however before he can drop him down, Sunshine quickly brings Chamelion and Pohatu down with a hard spear! Chamelion flies out of the ring and Sunshine quickly goes to pin Pohatu!

1!

2!

3!

The ref goes to signal for the bell, but notices Pohatu's foot on the ropes and calls it off, Sunshine mouths “What?!” then notices the foot on the ropes!

Jon McDaniel: So close for Sunshine! But someone is bound to slip up soon!

Brian Rentfro: and Chamelion looks like he's out of this match after getting thrown out like that!

Sunshine pulls Pohatu out to the middle of the ring and goes to pin him again, except this time, Pohatu reaches up and pulls him into a Cradle pin!

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Sunshine rolls out of the way and gets up, he charges at Pohatu, and instead, Pohatu leap frogs over him and pushes him shoulder first into the Ring Post!! Pohatu laughs and grabs Sunshine again and whips him into the Ring Post!! Sunshine backs out holding his shoulder and Pohatu quickly grabs him from behind and drops him with a hard Belly to Back Suplex!!

Pohatu goes for a pin hooking both legs!

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Sunshine rolls out of the pin and gets up to his feet, before Pohatu can even get up Sunshine hits him with a hard Standing Drop-kick to the face!!

Jon McDaniel: Oo! Pohatu is going to be feeling that right away!

Brian Rentfro: DROP KICKS! Apply directly to the forehead!!

Without wasting time, Sunshine quickly grabs Pohatu by the back of the head and pulls him into a tight Crippler Crossface!!

Jon McDaniel: The Sunburn!

Brian Rentfro: I've seen this one! Pohatu doesn't have a chance of getting out!!

Pohatu makes every attempt to get out of the hold, however he forces himself to try and pull the dead weight of Sunshine and himself to one of the closest ropes. Sunshine feels the pull and starts to pull back, however before Pohatu is about to tap, Chamelion is up! He grabs Pohatu and pulls him to the rope!!

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion just SAVED POHATU!

Brian Rentfro: He didn't save Pohatu! He saved himself from losing the match!

Sunshine gets up and starts yelling at Chamelion, Chamelion however, just flashes his Cheshire grin right before Pohatu Pulls Sunshine into a school boy!!

the ref goes for the count!

1!

Chamelion grabs Pohatu's boot and hooks it on the rope!

2!

The Ref see's Pohatu's foot on the rope and stops the count. Pohatu rakes Sunshine Warrior’s Eyes and it causes the ref to get in his face for cheating. Chamelion however rolls under the bottom rope and while the ref is distracted – a pair of brass knuckles in hand – he pops Sunshine over the head with them! Chamelion then throws Sunshine out of the ring and tosses the Brass Knuckles out as well! Then, to cover all his bases, he pushes the ref out of the way and knocks Pohatu out with the Sweet sound of success!!

Jon McDaniel: What a Dirty underhanded trick!! Chamelion just used Brass Knuckles to take out Sunshine warrior!!

Brian Rentfro: and the ref didn't see a thing!!

Chamelion drops down to pin and the ref begins to count!

1!!

2!!

The ref stops, pointing to the ropes and Chamelion growls! Pohatu’s foot is on the ropes and we catch Sunshine Warrior, crimson blood over his face, drop exhaustedly to the floor. Chamelion stomps over and peers over the rope, yelling at Sunshine, even though the irony is not lost on the PWA TV Champion.

Brian Rentfro: Mark! Behind you!

Behind Chamelion, Pohatu has regained his senses and turns Chamelion around and without even blinking, he drops Chamelion with the Thunderous Headache!!

Pohatu grabs sunshine warrior and tosses him out of the ring, he then drops down to his knees and pins Chamelion!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!

Jon McDaniel: Its Over!!

Brian Rentfro: Pohatu has just captured his second Television title!!

Faint ( Remix ) by Linkin' Park and Justin Lassen hits the PWA-tron as Pohatu leaps up to his feet as the ref hands him the television title.

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen! Here is your winner and the new Television Champion! POHATU!!!

The crowd roars with excitement as Pohatu holds up his Television title to the crowd.

Sunshine rolls under the bottom rope of the ring and stands up to meet Pohatu, he holds out his hand and the both of them shake hands.

Brian Rentfro: Oh come on, these two just beat each other to a pulp, why shake hands!?

Jon McDaniel: They just put on a great match! You'd have to be a sore loser not to shake hands!

Chamelion pulls himself up, Pohatu and Sunshine both turn their attention to Chamelion who stares back, realizing his predictiment. Pohatu and Sunshine both start to step forward, with a desire to take out Chamelion for good.

Jon McDaniel: The match is over guys!

Brian Rentfro: Get out of there Chamelion, their gonna lynch ya!!

Suddenly, the crowd roars as Alex Wilkie runs down to the ring with a Kendo Stick in hand! Sliding into the ring he gets in front of Pohatu and Sunshine and mouths “I get first dibs...” Pohatu and Sunshine back off a bit and Alex looks towards Chamelion, who tenses, ready to take em all on. Then, Wilkie flashes one of Chamelion's famous Cheshire grins before he spins around and Strikes Pohatu in the face with the Kendo stick!! Sunshine Warrior is stunned and doesn’t react in time as Wilkie kicks him in the gut and hits him the Grade A Stunner!

Jon McDaniel: What the! Alex just helped Chamelion?!

Brian Rentfro: Alex and Chamelion are always on opposite ends of the spectrum, why now!

Alex grabs a Microphone from ringside while Chamelion saunters around the two fallen men, grinning down at them wickedly.

Jon McDaniel: Oh Good, maybe he'll give us some insight...

Brian Rentfro: Or speel on about something useless...

Alex holds the microphone to his mouth for a second, catching his breath.

Alex Wilkie: For of all... for those of you that were wondering.. I did not quit, I did not run away... when Chamelion beat me for the television title... I merely... took a break to look at my options. I then got a phone call from Chamelion, who knew full well I'd be here to witness this title match... to see who I'd be facing...

He looked to Chamelion who nodded as he slipped out of the ring.

Alex Wilkie: He came to me and offered something better... something greater than holding the television title... he offered me a position in The Pantheon...

He stopped for a second.

Alex Wilkie: And I just came out to tell you that I accept...

Alex drops the mic and shakes hands with Chamelion as “Down at the Whisky” hits the arena speakers, a very large smirk on both their faces as they march back up the ramp, leaving Sunshine Warrior and the new PWA TV Champion, Pohatu, to look on in shock.

The Maverick Initiative (c) vs Riona Langly & Emperor Ian

PWA Tag-Team Title Match


"Manic Depression" by Carnivore plays as Emperor Ian walks to the ring as fast as he can, ignoring the fans.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and two pounds... Emperor Ian!

Eric Emerson: Introducing his tag team partner...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing the Pioneer Wrestling Association Champions...

'The Hammer Drops' by Mike Patton

Eric Emerson: They weigh in at a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty pounds... The Maverick Initiative!

Johnny and his brother Gary hand their belts off to a technician as they climb into the ring and face off against their challengers.

DING DING

Gary and Ian lock up in the center of the ring, Gary is whipped into the ropes. Ian charges in with a clothesline, but Gary springboards back with a back elbow driving Ian down to the mat. Gary looks surprised that he did a good bit of offense and looks over to his brother for praise. Ian spins taking Gary's legs out from under him. Landing on his back, Gary is winded and Ian takes the opportunity to throw him into a neutral corner where he slams a forearm into his chest. Gary winces from the force of the blow and runs as Ian whips him again, Ian with a charging shoulder block takes Gary by surprise and he is nearly folded in half in the corner. Gary with a right hand to Ian's midsection backs him up; Gary ducks under a haymaker and tags in Johnny. Maverick rushes in with a right hand backing Ian up into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Gary with a smart move there, get the more experienced man in the match.

Brian Rentfro: But Johnny can't do it all alone.

Johnny backs Ian up in the corner with a forearm against his throat as he pounds away on his chest. Johnny places a boot on Ian's throat and begins to choke him as the referee gets in the fray to administer a four count before Johnny releases the choke. Ian falls to a seated position and Johnny delivers a knee into his face; Riona looks on. Johnny with another boot choke on Ian, but the referee is there again to administer a four count and Johnny releases the choke just before the disqualification. Johnny bends down to pull Ian up to his feet, Ian is back up, but a quick desperation boot to Johnny's midsection is followed by a DDT and Johnny is on the canvas. Ian lies on his back to catch his breath from the two choke holds Johnny had him in. Ian gets up and pulls Johnny along with him, but Johnny slings Ian through the ropes and to the floor, Johnny smiles sadistically as he rolls under the bottom rope to follow him outside the ring. Johnny slams Ian's face into the apron and pushes I’m against the announce table, dropping down to deliver a drop toe hold that causes Ian's face to smash firmly into the edge of the ring's apron. Johnny comes over to deliver another face smash to Ian, but Ian with an elbow stops Johnny, and a European uppercut backs Johnny up. Knife edge chop to Johnny backs him up against the ring post, Ian with a clothesline slams Johnny's skull into the unforgiving metal post. Johnny stumbles out of the corner and a dropkick sends his skull back into the ring post as the referee's count reaches six.

Jon McDaniel: Ian has to be careful here that neither of them are counted out.

Brian Rentfro: Don't you think he knows that?

Ian returns the face smash favor by planting Johnny's face into the announce table before rolling into the ring to break the count. Ian rolls back out of the ring where he wraps a microphone cable around Johnny's throat and begins to choke him relentlessly as the referee begins to count once again. Ian wraps the cable around Johnny's throat and pounds his fist into Johnny's face as the referee's count reaches six once again. Ian rolls Johnny under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Ian with a neck snap to Johnny sends him back down to the canvas where he makes a cover.

One... Two... Johnny gets his shoulder up and the match must continue. Ian looks up and tags in his tag team partner, Riona Langly. Riona comes through the ropes to pull Johnny up to his feet. Johnny manages a collar and elbow with Riona, but the much fresher Riona sends Johnny into the corner where Ian locks in a sleeper hold. Riona with a shoulder block and a series of forearms in this double team effort against Johnny Maverick. Riona pulls him out of the corner and Johnny drops down and somehow locks Riona in an arm grapevine; Riona quickly reaches up to tag in Emperor Ian who promptly boots Johnny in the side of his head. Ian begins to work over Johnny's neck and head, but Riona reaches over the top rope and tags herself into the match, Ian is surprised, but knows that Riona wants to release some of her anger. Riona with a knee lift into Johnny's temple rocks him to the canvas. Riona pulls Johnny back up delivering a toe kick to the side of Johnny's knee, perhaps weakening it for a later submission victory. Johnny seems to not have recovered from the cable choke earlier as his eyes are glazed over and he is gasping for breath. Riona is relentless though as she spins him around delivering a reverse neck breaker.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny has got to make a tag here if they are to have a chance to retain their titles.

Brian Rentfro: Johnny is in a world of... counter by Johnny!

Jon McDaniel: Riona went for another neck breaker, but Johnny managed to counter it with a neck breaker of his own!

Both lay in the center of the ring, Johnny holding at his neck and throat, he rolls onto his front ever so slowly. Gary is standing on the apron with his hand outstretched, that is his brother after all, no matter how worried he is, Johnny is his blood. Johnny crawls and looks up at the outstretched hand of Gary, but falls exhausted from the match. Riona is now moving though and sees the close proximity that Johnny is to his brother Gary. Johnny lunges forward just as Riona lunges to grab the ankle of Johnny. The tag is made and in comes Gary with a flying clothesline taking Riona down to the canvas. Gary with an arm wrench and a boot to the gut. Gary with a forearm to her back and a leg sweep takes her down to the canvas again. Gary springs back from the middle rope with an elbow drop sending his elbow right into Riona's pretty face. He rolls off of her and pulls her up to her feet. Gary whips Riona into the ropes, but Riona reverses and charges in after him. Gary springs once again, but this time with a spinning leg lariat that nearly decapitates Riona in the center of the ring. But somehow Riona catches the leg and is able to throw Gary out to the outside where he lands in a heap beside the ring. Riona leans on the ropes to catch her breath as Gary pulls himself up by the ring apron. Riona springs from the top rope with a shooting star press onto Gary and now both are on the outside of the ring and the mandatory ten count is started. The referee only reaches two before Riona stirs and gets up to her feet, pulling Gary along with her. Riona with a short clothesline takes Gary back off his feet and she rolls him inside the ring and rolls in after him. Johnny is yelling for his brother to get up and tag him in when he speedily crawls over and desperately tags in Johnny who comes through the ropes. Johnny charges in, back body by Riona and she tags in Emperor Ian who dives from the top rope with an elbow drop onto Johnny's right knee. Ian pulls the co tag champ up to his feet and Johnny shoves him backwards into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny going for another boot choke here.

Brian Rentfro: It was effective before and until they can counter the offense, don't change it.

Johnny goes for a boot choke, but Ian kicks the right knee of Johnny and he falls onto the knee that Riona and Ian have somewhat attacked here in this match. Ian with a closed right hand to Johnny's temple nearly topples him to the canvas, but Ian catches him by the hair and delivers another closed right fist. Ian pulls him up to his feet and slams him into the corner where he chokes Johnny with a forearm until he is forced, by the count of four, to release the choke. Johnny is gasping for breath in the corner. Ian goes for another forearm choke, but Johnny with a thumb to the eyes stops the choke before it can happen, the referee warns Johnny about the illegal tactic, but Johnny pays no attention as he leg sweeps Ian down to the canvas. He pulls Ian back up just to send him back down with a front layout suplex and Johnny is firmly in control here in this contest. Johnny begins to stomp away on the left arm of Ian, perhaps in anticipation of using his arm submission for a victory. Johnny with a knee drop onto the left arm, once, twice, and a third time. Johnny isn't smiling, but fully concentrating on his task here. Johnny pulls Ian back up, double under hooking his arm, Johnny with a double underhook faceslam and he rolls Ian over with a leg hook and a pin.

One... Two... Riona with a stomp on the back of Johnny's neck breaks the count and Johnny is furious. The referee backs Riona into the corner and Johnny takes the chance to wrap his hand around Ian's throat and choke him with all of his body weight on Ian's throat. The referee turns around to see Johnny with an elbow into Ian's bread basket doubling him over. Johnny drops an elbow on the back of Ian before going to work on the left arm again. Johnny with a wristlock and hard kicks to the shoulder and elbow area. He tags in his brother Gary who leaps with a flying axe handle smash onto the exposed shoulder. Ian hits the canvas. Gary with a wristlock of his own and he goes to tag Johnny back in, but Ian pulls his wrist into his own and sends him into the corner and Riona's waiting boot. Ian falls to his knees, but gets back up just before Johnny is able to grab him and dives at Gary with a shoulder tackle and tags in Riona. She climbs to the top and leaps with a flying crossbody taking Johnny out, back up quickly, she takes Gary down with a single arm DDT. Ian pulls Johnny up delivering big time forearms to him before whipping him into the ropes, Riona with a dropkick sends him backwards into a half-nelson slam over the top rope from Ian. The referee forces Ian out of the ring and back to his corner, Riona pulls Gary up to a vertical base. Riona places Gary's jaw on her shoulder, and sits down with a jawbreaker that has Gary holding at his jaw as he stares off into the distance. Riona with a clothesline and an elbow drop before hooking the leg and a pin.

One... Two... Thr--Gary gets his foot on the ropes to break the count.

Jon McDaniel: Gary is holding his own in this match Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah he is, Johnny picked a good partner.

Gary with a tilt a whirl suplex attempt, but Riona counters and both go out to the outside. Riona manages to land staggering on her feet, assisted in maintaining her vertical base by the announce table. Clothesline sends Gary down to the floor. Riona comes over, but Gary with a reverse neck breaker sends her down to the thin matting. Gary falls forward to hold on to the edge of the ring apron where he shakes his head violently. . Gary falls down, but quickly regains his footing, Riona up behind him and takes him down with a snap mare takeover to bring Gary back down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: The referee's count is up to four now.

Brian Rentfro: If they can get counted out, Johnny and his brother will retain the titles.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah.

Brian Rentfro: And neither team will lose.

Riona up with a side headlock on Gary, he slams her side into the announce table as the referee's count reaches six. Riona releases the hold and is locked into a side headlock of her own, Gary takes her down to the matting in front of the announce table. The referee's count is up to seven now as Gary pulls himself up onto the apron, eight as he rolls under the bottom rope and the count is stopped. Riona stumbles towards the ring and slides in after Gary, the anger is burning in her eyes now and is visible in the way she is walking. Gary with a closed fist to Riona's forehead. Gary pounds his fist into Riona's face before backing her into the corner where he knife edge chops her chest and tags in his brother Johnny. Johnny comes in and along with his brother, deliver simultaneous toe kicks to her ribs; she crumples down to a seated position. Gary is holding Riona's arms from the ring apron and Johnny runs with a forearm, Riona breaks free and sends Johnny up and over the top rope. Johnny lands behind Riona on the apron, he hooks her in a reverse facelock and lifts in a inverted vertical suplex, he falls to the floor and Riona's front is smashed into the floor. Both lay there as the referee, once again, begins the count from one.

Brian Rentfro: The way these two teams are going, it is going to end in a count-out.

Jon McDaniel: Both want to win, both want the titles, who knows what will happen.

Riona isn't quitting though as she is up to her hands and knees, shaking her head vigorously to clear the haze, but Johnny is getting up to his feet as well. The entrance way is behind them and Riona shoves forward with a flying tomahawk that sends him right back down to the floor. The referee's count is up to five already when Riona pulls Johnny back cup to a vertical base, he shoves her backwards into the railing and dives at her with a lifted knee as the referee counts seven. Emperor Ian in to distract the referee and cause him to turn his head to tell Ian to get back to his corner. The referee seems to stand there for a second, then he looks a disgusted look at Ian before starting over at the count of one; Ian smiles triumphantly. Riona with an ear ringer stops Johnny from trying to choke her against the corner of the guard railing. Riona and Johnny are on the entrance way as the count reaches three. Johnny with a jab to Riona's ribs and a double leg takedown onto the steel. As he falls down on Riona with a modified Lou Thesz press, Riona throws a quick jab right into his face which spins him over to land on his back. The count reaches six as Riona drags Johnny back to the ring. But now the referee is distracted again as Gary and Ian are brawling in the center of the ring, he turns to find Gary pounding right fists into Ian's face. Riona looks up into the ring before slamming Johnny's face, no wait, Johnny counters and slams Riona's face into the apron. Her head bounces back with force and Johnny is there with a inverted DDT that sends her head crashing into the floor. Ian has Gary in the corner and is pounding closed fists into both sides of Gary's ribs, the referee is trying to stop this, but as these aren't the legal men, he can't disqualify them. Johnny whips Riona into the railing just as Ian delivers a spinning spinebuster to Gary before climbing up top. Ian with a body splash and a guillotine choke on Johnny's brother. Johnny pulls Riona back to the ramp and tucks her head between his legs and lifts her vertically, before dropping her cranium first on the steel with a piledriver, she falls to the side as he smiles triumphantly. He looks into the ring to see Gary in a guillotine choke and he pulls Riona with him down to the ring. Johnny rolls Riona into the ring, under the bottom rope, before climbing in himself and dropkicking Ian in the back causing him to release the choke hold. Ian rolls to the right and is up on his feet. Right from Johnny gets Ian off his game and stuns him properly. Johnny with another closed fist backs Ian into the corner where Johnny smashes him in the face with an elbow. Riona dumps Gary over the top rope before coppo kicking Johnny Maverick and stopping his onslaught of Ian in her own corner. Ian climbs through the ropes to stand beside the ring post.

Jon McDaniel: Riona with the Tourniquet!

Brian Rentfro: But she doesn't realize that Ian tagged himself in.

Riona makes the cover, but the referee refuses to count signaling that there was a tag made; she looks up at Ian in the corner. Ian dives through with a leg drop before hooking the leg and making the cover himself; Riona looks disgusted.

One... Two... Thr Johnny able to roll a shoulder up just before the three and Riona and Ian are ticked off; Ian at that the fact he didn't get the win and Riona at Ian. Ian pulls Johnny up to his feet where he hooks Johnny up for a vertical suplex, but Johnny blocks it with his weight and falls back on his feet, he slams a fist into Ian's ribs before lifting Ian up with a vertical suplex... no a brainbuster! Ian is motionless on the canvas, but then again so is Johnny as the referee begins yet another count of ten here in this match. Johnny rolls over and tries to crawl towards his corner and the tag into Gary, but Ian grabs his foot out of desperation and halts his slow progress. Johnny tries for a mule kick, but Ian dodges just in time to prevent the devastating kick. Johnny and Ian both regain their footing and lock up in the center of the ring, both weary, but also both are determined to pull out a victory. Johnny with a double underhook and sends Ian crashing across his knee with a double underhook backbreaker as he falls to the canvas beside Ian. Both crawl towards the ropes and use them to pull themselves up as the referee's count reaches eight, they turn and charge back at each other, but Johnny manages to tag in his brother Gary as he rose up to his feet. Ian with a leap frog right into a spinning heel kick from Gary which takes him down. Gary is on a roll as he pulls Ian up for a cradle DDT to the canvas. Gary gets up, tossing rights and lefts into Ian's sweaty and exhausted face. Ian catches the charging Gary with an elbow smash and he turns delivering a closed right fist to Johnny that sends him down to the floor. Ian with a running knee takes Gary down to the canvas. Ian hits the ropes, leg drop across Gary's throat, leg hook and a cover.

One... Two... Th Gary able to feebly kick out in time.

Jon McDaniel: This match has been back and forth here with stunning displays of athleticism.

Brian Rentfro: Yes, Johnny did do a great job training his brother, didn't he.

Ian with a neck scissors on Gary, who is struggling valiantly to remove himself from this painful hold. Ian all of a sudden releases the hold and rubs at his leg and mutters something about biting. He pulls Gary up to his feet, but Gary with a knife edge chop, another, and a third has Ian wincing with pain in the neutral corner. Ian throws Gary into the corner, but he hits the ropes with his feet and springs back with a back elbow that catches Ian in the mouth and the Emperor falls down to the mat. Gary unleashes a right hand into Ian's face and the referee admonishes him for the closed fist, but Gary is ticked off now as he throws another into Ian's face. Gary with a lifted knee into Ian's ribs, a lifted knee to the other side of his ribs, and a monkey flip out of the corner sends Ian sliding across the ring. Gary runs, leaps over Ian, and scurries up the corner to back flip onto Ian with a cannonball type dive. Ian grunts from the impact and Gary hooks the leg.

One... Two... Thr-- Riona in with the save by pulling Gary off of her tag team partner. She tosses Gary into the corner and delivers some chops of her own. The referee counts and warns that if she doesn't get outside, she will disqualify the team; Riona grudgingly obeys the order and stands slightly to the side of Gary Maverick. Ian manages to reach up and tag in Riona, who smirks at the referee, before going to work on Gary's ribs as well as any other part of his body she can hit. Riona spins Gary around before delivering a forearm to the back of his head, she lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle in a seated position as Ian rolls under the bottom rope to the apron. Riona climbs up after Gary and wraps her arms around his waist, Gary slams into the ring after the vicious top rope belly to back superplex from Riona.

Brian Rentfro: I think she broke him.

Jon McDaniel: I think you might be right.

Riona pulls Gary up to a vertical base before kicking him in the stomach and doubling him over for a piledriver.

Riona nails Devolution, one of her many moves that can be considered a finisher; she hooks the leg and makes the cover.

One... Two... Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEW PWA Tag Team Champions... the team of Riona Langly and Emperor Ian!

Brian Rentfro: That Riona is one tough cookie, but what does this mean for The Apostles, will Johnny and Riona be able to work together?

Jon McDaniel: Oh, I believe so.

The Perfect Match


Bud and Hunter stand across from each other in front of a brick wall that dawns the PWA logo. Bud quickly lifts his microphone up and speaks, asking Hunter his first question.

Bud: “We are soon going to see you facing off against Jethro yet another time, except this time it’s for your IC title, and not his World title. How do you think this bout will be different than others?”

Hunter looks at his and quickly come up with a retort for his question.

Hunter: “See, Bud, last time me and him fought each other in a one on one technical bout, I more or less over looked him, I didn’t really view him as a wrestler who could threaten me, the best technical wrestler in the PWA. Now, now is a little different, I have respect for him and what he can do in the ring. I won’t look over him, through him, or past him. He is my opponent and I look to make my first successful defense. “

Bud: “This would be your first successful defense of your belt, as well as your first PPV win, do you think that there is a chance that the pattern will continue? “

Hunter: “ There is always the chance, especially with Jethro, but I know all about my past short comings and I really do think they hinder the wrestler people see me as. But I won’t let that weight down in my thoughts tonight. See, I’m focuses, as focused as I’ll ever be and I’m ready for this. I really need this win, I really want it. By god, I’m going to do everything in my power to gain it. I want people to see me as a true IC champion, and not some simple transition from Riona to Jethro. I want to show everyone that I can do it and I’m not just hype.”

Bud: “That’s great to hear. There are also plans to team with Rob and go after the tag titles, are you guys good now?”

Hunter: “Very, what I did to Figgy has sown the rift between us. Me and Rob could never be better, after Sizzler we will be going hand in hand for either the mavericks or after Ian and Riona. See, we have big plans and if we are going to go and obtain such things like the tag titles we got to be on the same page, and, if I were the tag champions, I’d be concerned.”

Bud: “Speaking of Figgy, both Riona, and the Mavericks will be looking for their revenge, do you think walking into a situation where you face them is such a smart idea?”

Hunter laughs a little at the question.

Hunter: “not in the slightest, I welcome it. See, I do things people don’t like, I piss people off bud. I make the roster hate me. See, while Riona might think that’s a bad thing, might think this is something grand, it’s perfect. You all are thinking that these people in a rage will end up hurting me. Frankly I don’t care all that much if Riona wants to chop me harder, drop me faster, twist me tighter see that’s all part of my perfect match plan. It’s something I’ve been working on for a very long time, see, I want the perfect match. So far, Chamelion And myself came very close to obtaining that but I need more, and I won’t stop till I get it. I used to brag about how people used to go all out against me, and that’s because they see me as someone they want to shut up, so my matches were generally better. I won awards to prove it. See, with that knowledge, the more irritated people were with me, the more people hate me, the better match they’ll give me. See, I’ve pissed off Riona so much, the next time we get in the ring together, the match we have may not be the most technical, but it will be grand, it will we be great, and it just might be perfect. But there are other people, people like Jacob who has always given me matches that have kept me on my feet, and gave me something to be proud of. The thing is, Figgy never hated me, never wanted to seriously hurt me. It was all in good sportsmanship. But now, let’s add in the hate factor, the rage factor, and we get an all new Figgy. We get a man who will do whatever it takes to get his revenge, can anyone say MAIN EVENT? I thought so. “

Hunter: “I have always wanted to improve the roster, but it was because I wanted people who I could face and really get something out of it. I wanted something exciting and ground breaking, I was waiting for that one wrestler to step up and give me his all in a ‘something to prove’ fashion. Now we have a new and improved Jethro, a man named Marxx, we even have debuting wrestlers like Warrior that all look ohh so good to face. See, I will obtain my perfect match, and tonight, I’m going to show what exactly happens when you cut the breaks on the Jethro express and send it barreling into the mountain side. He’s angry, he’s out to prove something, and I’m out to suck that from him and turn it into a classic.”

Bud: “thats.. “

Hunter: “it’s brilliant. But I have to go not Bud, I got to get ready for my match. Later.”

Matt Stone (c) vs Aleous Wrath

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


Eric Emerson: “The following match is a submission match, the only way to gain victory is to cause your opponent to submit. Introducing first, he is the code of energy, AEOOOLUUUUUSS WRATTHHH.”

The opening riffs of "Code Of Energy" by Papa Roach blare over the PA system, a single spotlight seen at the top of the ramp. It continues and from the back emerges Aeolus Wrath in his black and purple windbreaker hood and matching windbreaker pants, his hands and wrists taped up for combat. He walks solemnly down the ramp to the ring, stopping once to look side to side at the crowd, as they boo him, a sly grin forming on his face. He climbs onto the apron of the ring and scales a turnbuckle, tossing back his hood to reveal his jet black hair almost combed down over his eyes. He bumps his fists together and does a moonsault. When he lands, white pyros scream and explode from all four posts in the ring. His music dies down, as he removes his windbreaker and kicks it to the side, throwing some shadow punches and kicks in his corner.

Eric Emerson: ``introducing second, he is the Grizzly beer champion, MATT STONNNEE!!``

God Damn I love Me

The opening of "I don't care" can be heard as from the back Matt Stone walks out with a smirk of arrogance. He had the Grizzly Beer Championship over his shoulder and walking about five feet behind him was Zach Hazard. Stone was easily the more animated of the two, walking down the aisle with his arms held over his head to ensure he wouldn't touch anyone in the audience. He was wearing a Chex Mix t-shirt over his wrestling attire and Zach had n a Chex Mix hat. Stone walked up the steps and got in the ring, Zach just stood in a corner watching on, ignoring the booing fans in the PWA arena. Stone handed over the title to the referee and stood proud in the ring ready for the match.

DING DING!

Brian Rentfro: ``Got an interesting submission match on the way. The Canadian Matt Stone faces off against a returning and impressing Aeolus wrath.``

Jon McDaniel: `Matt has picked this match feeling he would have the advantage in this upcoming bout, but I`m not all that sure that Wrath doesn`t know his way around a good few submissions.`

Quickly both men spurt forward and enter a test of strength lock up. Matt finds himself on the losing end, slowly being pressed backwards. Aeolus’s leg is placed behind Matt’s to be used as leverage in the hold. Matt makes the complete bridge back as his head touches the mat. Aeolus tries to flatten him by placing his weight on him, but before he can Matt falls back and pops up his legs hoisting Aeolus into the sky. With a roll back and forth Matt uses the momentum to push them both back to their feet in the original position. Stone twirls the captured hands and gets the leverage advantage pressuring Aeolus to his knees. Struggling there for a moment Aeolus rolls back, kicks out one of the hand locks, rolling to the side and popping back to his feet. Matt is now held firmly in an arm wrench. Matt pats his shoulder getting three elbows brought down roughly wearing out the arm. Not to be out done Stone rolls forward on the ground, followed by a half a nip up, returning to his back, and half nip up again. Several times he does this taunting Aeolus before finally nipping all the way up and sweeping Aeolus off his feet. Stone rolls once again holding Wrath in a downed arm wrench before placing his boot on the shoulder making a twist pull. The champ writhes in pain for a moment before Matt lifts his shoulder off the mat and slams it down with a stomp. The code of energy makes his escape attempt, rolling backwards and pushing himself to his feet, twirling Matt's arm behind his back. Following up quickly Aeolus sticks his head in under Stone’s arm and tries to lift in a back drop suplex. Matt Counters shifting his weight into landing on the mat again, with the added momentum Stone slams Aeolus down with a side headlock take down.

Jon McDaniel:” Not to disappoint Matt and Aeolus begin with EXCELLENT mat work.”

Brian Rentfro:” This is exactly what you would expect out of a submission match like this, nice, Pure, wrestling. It’s nice to see competition like this these days.”

Stone wrenches the neck, keeping Aeolus grounded before the Kelsher kicks up his legs and catches Matt in a head scissors. Stone kicks at the mat having his head compressed trying to break free from the hold. The leg strength is harsh as Matt fails to push himself out of the hold. Matt finally shifts to his knees and hand stands, attempting to use the momentum of coming out of it to tug his head free. Before he can accomplish this Aeolus breaks the hold and double kicks the back of Matt’s neck, bringing him down on his flat back in a pin. One two, Stone claps his feet together hitting Aeolus in the head and rolls back out of the pin. Both men speed to their feet, Aeolus makes the assault falling victim to an arm drag maneuver. Stone combos it with an armbar, pressuring the elbow off his knee as a pivot point. Wrath makes to his feet making for a counter, Irish whipping Matt into the ropes. Rebounding from the ropes Aeolus attempts a kitchen sink, only for Matt to float over, in what seems to be a school boy. Wrath is flat on his back for the one count, however, Stone breaks it, stepping over Wrath’s left leg. Quickly following that Stone takes grip of the leg and brings it up into a hook twisting the leg. On instinct Aeolus looks for the ropes, being close to the northern ropes he thinks about reaching for them but opts against it. Wrath shoots up a few boots, weakening the hold on the foot until he is able to push off his assaulter. Matt staggers back but bounces into the ropes, speeding forward in a rebound. Wrath switches his position on the matting laying flat on his stomach, Matt leaping over him and heading for parallel ropes. Aeolus moves to his feet and leaps over a returning Matt with a leap frog. Stone makes one more rebound to the Kelsher who has his arm extended out to catch him with a hip toss. Matt meets him and is caught under the arm, only for a quick switch up, and then Stone pushing Wrath forward towards the ropes in a whip. Aeolus returns to a bent over Stone who was ready to launch in a back drop, instead Wrath uses it as a launch pad flipping over the GB champ, landing square on his feet. Stone in shock turns around in time to catch a well aimed Super kick! Stone spins the kick around, but Aeolus makes a full 360 going for a leg sweep! Matt jumps it! ……… INDIE FACE OFF!!!!

Brian Rentfro: “Nice mat wrestling, no submission attempts yet but I’m sure that won’t last too long.

Aeolus and matt go back into the match with another set of chains. These chains end in Aeolus being whipped into the ropes where he is tripped by Zach. Wrath gets a cheap shot taken on him with a flurry of stomps. Matt takes the advantage pushing Wrath to the corner with a few harsh strikes. Mounting a response Wrath delivers a few toe kicks before switching places and delivering elbows and high kicks. Matt staggers out of the corner only for a well aimed kick to the back of the leg grounds him. Wrath rushes to the other side of the ring and returns base ball sliding matt out of the ring. Zach tends to him pulling him up and brushing him off. Matt shoves him off and returns to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: “Matt gets flustered and se see a few involvements from Zach on the outside.”

Both men lock up again, leading to a small chain to which Wrath is again sent into the ropes, Zach tries to trip the challenger once more. Instead, Wrath stops and stomps on the fingers of the irritating Hazzard, only to turn into a hard lariat that tosses Aeolus over the top rope. Zach backs up not wishing to risk DQ, and a scorning from his boss. Matt leaves the ring and retrieves the wrestler himself, rolling him into the ring. Matt keeps the upper hand working over the arm of the Challenger, eventually, after about a minute or so of working the arm and shoulder, Matt locks in a fugiwara arm bar looking to gain the submission. Wrath fights it before rolling forward and back to his feet where he meets Matt at his feet with a drop kick. This is where Wrath manages to regain his advantage in the match, aiming in on the lower back with knees.

Jon McDaniel: “And Aeolus gets his say on the match, having to deal with both Zach and Matt in this match.”

Bringing Matt to his feet Wrath vertical suplexes the fellow PWA star into the turnbuckle, getting a nice reaction from the crowd. It’s at this point that Zach gets on the apron to distract the ref, Aeolus moves to his feet and tries to get involved and get the ref back into focusing on the match at hand, but it was all for not as Matt quickly low blows the Challenger and covers up his tracks by school boying Wrath, however, he stands and crosses the legs turning over into a sharp shooter. Zach gets off the apron and the ref turns to see the submission diving in to see is Wrath taps. Being in a lot of pain Aeolus almost does but manages the ropes. Matt is forced to let go and gives a scowl at both the ref and Zach. Hazzard gives him a “I’m trying” look. Wrath finds himself on the lower end of the match again as Matt works over the leg, bringing it to the ropes and wrapping around for the illegal 4 count. Matt works over the leg with a dragon screw and a leg wrench follow up. Wrath manages a rope break. Matt brings Wrath back to his feet but gets a harsh few elbow shots for his effort. Wrath dodges for the ropes and returns, Matt goes for a clothesline but its countered as Aeolus ducks under and keeps going, hitting the ropes and bouncing off with a shimmering moonsault!

Brian Rentfro: “Matt is doing everything he can but Wrath just won’t fall, as he keeps his defenses up with a beautiful moonsault.”

Aeolus calls for the end as he grabs Matt by the legs and backs him up to the center of the ring. Matt is dazed and doesn’t defend himself, all until a smirking Wrath turns Matt over into his very own SHARP SHOOTER!

Matt is struggling, grabbing at his hair and clawing at the mat, not wanting to find himself on the losing end of his own Sharpshooter. Zach is helpless on the outside as he watches on in fear. Suddenly in Canadian like fashion Matt pushes through, reaching back and taking note from the Canadian hero Bret Hart, trips Wrath forward onto his face. Matt moves to his feet and locks in the sharpshooter of his own in a fluent counter.

Brian Rentfro: Stone reverses it!

Jon McDaniel: Wrath has no where to go! Stone’s sitting back, cinching in the hold!

Wrath struggles, pushing himself up, but falls back to the canvas. With a look of rage, he does the only thing left to do. Aeolus Wrath taps!

Brian Rentfro: Dammit! No!

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone has accomplished exactly what he set out to do!

Eric Emerson: “The winner of the match and STILL Grizzly beer champion. MATT STONE!!”

Releasing the hold as the bell rings, Matt Stone falls forward, the pain of the earlier sharp shooter still evident as he crawls to the corner, retrieving his PWA GB title from the ref. Wrath rolls out of the ring, dropping to the canvas floor, unable to stand at the moment.

Jon McDaniel: Aeolus put up the fight of his life, but just came up short.
Brian Rentfro: He’ll get him next time, I know he will! When Wrath is at his best, he’s unstoppable and you know it.

Jon McDaniel: Something we’ll just have to wait and see about, won’t we?

A New Face in PWA!


We find an unknown fan maybe a newcomer outside of the PWA locker being stopped by security. The unknown man shows his backstage pass…

Security: Oh yeah I know who you are you are that Indy wrestler from what is it, Rebel-Pro.

Chad: That’s right I am ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis.

Security: You know you don’t belong here. This isn’t no backyard fed this is PWA.

‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis walks into the locker room and pauses…

Chad: Yeah I know this is PWA, where the big dogs play.

Security: Yeah and you don’t look like no big dog.

Chad: I heard that before but what you have to remember it ain’t the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog that counts.

Security: Whatever man but my question is what brings you to PWA where you aren’t even a blip on the radar?

Chad: That actually a really good question I could have stayed in Rebel where I am a big dog and played it safe but I have a couple of buddies up here in PWA that thought I should come and check it out.

Security: I sure all this is a little intimating for you with us not being in a National Guard Armory or some local rat hole gym so I going to let you take it all in.

Chad: (smiling) I appreciate that but just so you know this ain’t my first taste of a major fed.

Chad continues to walk around the locker room doing a informal meet and greet as Jethro Hayes is showing him around. ’The Show’ seems to be getting a warmer greeting then others.

Bud Adams: You must be Chad Kurtis. Do you mind if I get a quick one-on-one with you?

Chad: Not at all ‘The True PTPer’ always has a few minutes for a little Q and A.

Bud: There has been a lot of talk in the locker room especially from the likes of the O’Connor Boys and Mark Zout who already know you that you aren’t just going to be some push over that PWA management brought in for some publicity.

Chad: That ain’t really a question but no I ain’t going to be no push over I mean my record speaks for itself. But PWA is a new challenge for me and I don’t know if I am going to be here for any more then a match or two but I am looking forward to proving that not only can I hang with the big boys I can beat the big boys.

Bud: Rumor has it that there has been an open invite for any Rebel superstar to come and do battle with a PWA superstar since our old friend Larry Gordon took over the fed so why are you the first to take the invite?

Chad: I don’t really know the answer to that all I can say is I was offered this opportunity and I jumped at it. And I would love to take time to thank Jethro Hayes for hounding me until I showed up here.

Bud: Can you tell the fans of PWA who really don’t know who Chad Kurtis is what we can expect from you in the ring?

Chad: What you can expect from ‘The Show’ is a high-flying, high octane style of wrestling where I leave nothing in the locker room. Win or lose the fans know they are getting everything I have.

Bud: We have heard about your daredevil style but do you think that is going to translate from Rebel to PWA?

Chad: All I know is I am going out there and doing what I do best. Because the bottom-line is while my body can handle the pain and the crutches my mind and soul wouldn’t be able to handle the fact I didn’t lay it all on the line.

Bud: Well, I know the PWA, especially The Pantheon, loves to push its roster to the limits, so you’ll get that here, I promise!

Chad: Pantheon, huh? Yeah, that would be a fine test of my skills. Maybe that’s who I should check into, especially that Hunter Sullivan!

Bud: Just be careful and good luck with your run in PWA!

Chad nods, smirking as the scene fades back to ringside.

Hunter Sullivan (c) vs Jethro Hayes

PWA IC Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the PWA Intercontinental Championship. Introducing first, the challenger...

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeey!" 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 I’m 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 I’m a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while revving 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 I’m a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God I’m 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 aunt nothin but a funny funny riddle
~Thank God I’m a country boy

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

~Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God I’m 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 I’m 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 aunt nothin but a funny funny riddle
~Thank God I’m a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.


Eric Emerson: Introducing the PWA Intercontinental champion...

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.

" Entering second 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.*

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you

*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.*

Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

*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.*

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. His new music finally cutting off and settling. Hunter looks across the ring eyeing his opponent Jethro for the third time in his life.

DING DING

Jon McDaniel: You know, this isn't the first time these two have done battle.

Brian Rentfro: And that is why you make the big bucks, for such wonderful observations.

Hunter stares at Jethro, who stares back at Hunter both with equal distaste on their features. Collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring, Jethro whips Hunter into the ropes. Hunter rebounds and Jethro goes for a back body, Hunter flips over Jethro to land on his feet. Hunter hits the ropes, voluntarily, to come back at Jethro and the southern hero drops down to the canvas to avoid the clothesline attempt. Hunter rebounds and Jethro lifts him up into a gorilla press before slamming him down to the canvas front first. Jethro quickly picks up the Pantheon member before shoving him back first into the corner with tremendous force. Jethro charges in with a body splash, but Hunter quickly retorts lifting himself up in the corner, both his boots connecting to Jethro’s gut as he leaps. Hayes staggers back on his feet, holding his gut. Hunter goes for a swinging neck breaker! No, Jethro breaks it with a back elbow once they are both back to back. Jethro takes advantage and grabs the IC champion, attempting to Irish whip him across the ring. This too doesn’t work as Hunter switches momentum and sends in Jethro instead. Jethro comes back and finds himself leaped over with a simple leap frog maneuver. Jethro keeps going and makes a rebound Hunter runs to the parallel ropes and returns to what looks like is about to become one hell of a train wreck. Hunter smirks as he jumps looking to come back down with a drop kick to the knee! Jethro who was well aware of what’s going on lifts his foot up and watches as Hunter simply hits canvas. Jethro mounts Hunter with a Lou Thesz press before Hunter is able to roll him over with a Lou Thesz press of his own. And both men are simply brawling it out on the mat like a school yard brawl. Jethro gets himself to his feet, but Hunter takes him down with a Dragon screw leg whip and Jethro is back on the canvas hard. Hunter drops a well placed elbow on Jethro's knee, aiming for a body part early in this matchup. Hunter brings Jethro back to his feet, whipping him into the corner where he delivers a series of chops to the Intercontinental championship challenger. Jethro spins around to slam Hunter into the corner where he delivers a series of chops to Hunter's chest that gets the crowd to "Wooing" with each chop. Jethro with an open handed slap to Hunter draws the eye of the referee, but since it was not a closed fist, it is perfectly legal; Hunter's head rocks back from the contact anyways. Hunter grabs Hayes and delivers a crotch slam that stops Jethro's momentum in its tracks.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter with a crotch slam there on Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Isn't it beautiful?

Hunter goes for a leg drop, but Jethro manages to roll out of the way just in time to avoid the blow. Hunter gets up holding at his leg when Jethro wraps his head in a side headlock, Jethro with a side headlock takedown to the canvas and Jethro locks the headlock in tighter putting as much pressure as possible on Hunter's neck. Sullivan grunts from the applied pressure and begins to shove himself towards the ropes, but Jethro rears back on the neck and Hunter is forced to stop momentarily to catch his breath. Hunter reaches the ropes and is immediately released from the side headlock, Jethro drops an elbow onto the neck and pulls Hunter back from the ropes to hook a leg and make a cover.

One... Two... Hunter kicks out easily before the count of three.

Jon McDaniel: I'm afraid that Jethro just wasted an opportunity there.

Brian Rentfro: When you get the Viper down, you had better keep him down.

Jon McDaniel: I'm afraid that I agree with you.

Brian Rentfro: Especially against someone with the talent of Hunter Sullivan, going for a win this early is sheer stupidity.

Jethro pulls The Viper up to his feet and shoves him into the corner, Jethro with a charging forearm, but Hunter with a swift knee s takes him back a few steps. Looking to take advantage the smaller man leaps to the second rope and leaps double kneeing the challenger into the face and down to the mat. Hunter smirks as he pulls Jethro back up to his feet and delivers a stinging slap to the face of the Southern Hero. Jethro cringes and looks back angry and with a jerk hits with a surprise belly to belly suplex!! The move catches Hunter unaware and sends him sliding across the ring. Hunter back up, out of instinct, and charging at Jethro who takes him down to the canvas with a lariat. Jethro backs up into a corner and looks to be setting up for the Plow, he looks to the crowd and hollers his hog calling call before getting in the stance. Hunter gets up, shaking his head and rolling his neck. He turns and Jethro charges in for the kill, Hunter grabs the big man by the head and uses his own momentum to deliver a skull crushing DDT, Jethro falls limply onto the mat. The call had given him the warning he needed to spike Jethro harshly on his neck, But Hunter doesn't make a cover just yet, he pulls the big man up to his feet, lifting him up and planting him across his knee with an inverted atomic drop. Hunter wipes the sweat from his brow because Jethro is nearly a hundred pounds heavier than himself. Jethro falls back to the mat on his back and Hunter rolls Jethro out of the ring before following after him. The referee immediately begins to count his mandatory count. Hunter dives from the apron with an elbow drop to Jethro's neck and laughs as he pulls the big man up to a kneeling position. Hunter plants Jethro's face with a series of closed fists that rock the challenger and Hunter pulls him up to a vertical base. Hunter slams Jethro backwards into the announcers' table before slamming his face into the flimsy table. The referee's count is up to four as Hunter plants Jethro's face on the PWA logo with a head slam into the table. Sullivan whips Jethro back first into the ring post and follows with a forearm that sends the back of Jethro's skull against the hard metal. Jethro appears to be on Dream Street and stumbles away from the post as Hunter delivers a drop toe hold sending Jethro's face back into the announce table. The referee is up to eight as Hunter rolls the big man into the ring, thus breaking the count. Jethro moves back up to his feet, in utter daze. He doesn’t know where he is until Hunter with a head scissors take over sends Jethro back down to the canvas. Jethro clearly hasn't recovered from that vicious DDT yet. Hunter with an arm wrench as he begins to work on another body part here in the match; he has worked on the neck, skull, and is now working on the arm. Jethro powers up from the mat to try and fight back as the crowd is beginning to grow louder and louder with "Jethro" chants. Hunter sweeps the legs out from under Jethro and he quickly applies an Indian deathlock submission hold onto Jethro in the center of the ring, Jethro can see the ropes, but can he make it to them and the safety they promise? Jethro grunts either from the pain or the effort of crawling, but he grunts as he struggles forward towards the ropes. He reaches out and touches the bottom rope, but Hunter quickly yanks him away and to the opposite side of the ring; Jethro's hand falls in defeat or exhaustion. He looks back at the rope and begins to power up to his forearms and crawls again, this time is noticeably slower and more determined.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter has that submission locked on perfectly.

Brian Rentfro: But that dumb hick is too stupid to give up.

Jethro shoves his legs backwards and Hunter is sent rolling forward, the submission broken, at least momentarily. Jethro pulls himself up and as Hunter is getting back up, he delivers a punt to the side of Sullivan's temple that sends him toppling to the mat. Jethro walks over to where Hunter is lying on the mat and begins to pull him up to a vertical base once again, Hunter with a forearm smash sends Jethro stumbling backwards away from the offensive move. Hunter leaps up from his kneeling position to tackle Jethro down to the mat before getting back up and just as Jethro rolls over, Hunter hits a knee drop to the back of his neck. Hunter with a fist drop and another knee drop to the neck of Jethro and the Southern Hero is in a bad way here in the match. Jethro gets to the ropes and pulls himself up to a shaky kneeling position but here comes Hunter with a running knee into Jethro's temple! S.A.F!!! The move brings Jethro’s throat across the ropes. Hunter pulls Jethro to the center of the ring, setting him up for a piledriver; he boots Jethro and drops him on his head with a picture perfect piledriver! Hunter hooks the leg and makes the cover.

One... Two... Thr Jethro kicks out just in time to keep his chances of being PWA Intercontinental Champion alive.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter can't believe Jethro kicked out.

Brian Rentfro: They have faced each other many times, but Jethro has taken a lot of damage to that head of his.

Hunter sends Jethro into the ropes, but Hayes reverses and Hunter is sent running. Jethro catches Hunter, lifting him into the air, and dropping him with a big desperation spinebuster, both lay on the mat. Both Hunter and Jethro crawl for the ropes, each intending to be the first one to his feet and have the advantage; they reach the ropes and pull themselves up. Hunter comes over with a jumping high kick that sends Jethro out to the floor and onto his back. Hunter looks down, over the top rope, but Jethro pulls his legs out from under him before rolling back into the ring. Hunter scrambles to get back up to his feet and manages to win the race to his feet just seconds before Jethro gets to his own. Hunter with vicious forearms backs Jethro into the corner and delivers a chop that causes the big man to wince from the pain of the chop.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro really hasn't gotten in an offensive series since earlier in the match.

Brian Rentfro: Here and there a move, but clearly Hunter is dominating the match.

Hunter whips Jethro across the ring into the other corner, but Jethro reverses and Hunter slams front first into the corner. He bounces back out of the corner and Jethro with a bulldog tackles him down to the mat, but Jethro unable to capitalize as the crowd goes absolutely wild for a big move from Jethro. Jethro makes a cover, but only gets a count of two before Hunter is able to raise up a shoulder and prevent Jethro from obtaining the PWA Intercontinental Championship. Hunter rolls away as Jethro gets up to his feet, Hunter up, Jethro with a forearm smash that backs Hunter into the ropes. Jethro with an arm wrench that torques Hunter's left shoulder and Jethro with a few toe kicks to the right side of Hunter's ribs. Jethro goes for an Irish whip, but Hunter counters and delivers a knee into Jethro's back, the big man bends backwards and Hunter with an inverted DDT drives the back of Jethro's skull into the canvas. Hunter drops a closed fist into Jethro's forehead and hooks the leg for a cover.

One... Two... Thr Jethro rolls a shoulder up to stop the count.

Jon McDaniel: A close call there for the Southern Hero.

Brian Rentfro: If his skull wasn't so thick, Hunter would have this match in hand.

Hunter with a knee drop to Jethro's head and is back up to his feet to deliver a second knee drop to Jethro's forehead. Hunter gets back up, with a look of triumph on his face and in his eyes. Jethro is pulled up to his feet and shot into the ropes, Hunter with a running tackle and begins to place closed lefts and rights into Jethro's thick skull. The referee is there to warn Hunter about the closed fists and to count to four before Hunter relents from the blows. Hunter makes another cover on Jethro and the referee is in perfect position.

One... Two... Thr Jethro kicks out a nanosecond before he would have been defeated by Hunter Sullivan. Hunter is getting frustrated now with Jethro and intends to make him pay for his stubborness. Hunter pulls Hayes up, setting him in position for a neck breaker, but Jethro shoves him backward, holds onto his hand and pulls him in for a boot to the midsection; Hunter is doubled over. Jethro shoves Hunter's head between his legs and lifts Hunter with a stump pulling piledriver and as Hunter's skull makes contact, Jethro falls back on his back. Hunter rolls to the side also on his back and breathing heavily as is Jethro. Jethro and Hunter both get back up at the exact same time, they go for a collar and elbow tie up, but Hunter with a knee into Jethro's bread basket and a European uppercut gets him the advantage once more in this match. Hunter with a short arm clothesline staggers Jethro back up against the ropes, Hunter drags Jethro's face across the top rope before slamming him head first into the top turnbuckle. Hunter with a closed right fist to Jethro before yanking his head back with a hand full of hair; Jethro looks up into Hunter's face. Hunter with another closed right fist, the referee comes over to admonish Hunter for his use of the closed fist. Jethro with a closed fist of his own to Hunter's temple. Jethro with another, Hunter with one as well; he drops the hand full of hair. Jethro with a right, Hunter with a right, these two are trading closed fists in a wrestling match, their dislike evident in each and every blow. Jethro connects with a particularly stiff right hand that drops Hunter down to one knee, Jethro goes for a forearm, but Hunter slams a double fist upward into Jethro's groin and he holds himself before Hunter clotheslines him down to the canvas. Hunter grabs the ankle of Jethro before stepping over to drop a knee into Jethro's kneecap, but Jethro reaches out and grabs the ropes forcing Hunter to break the hold, but only after a count of four. Hunter pulls him back up, Irish whip into the ropes, but Jethro reverses and Hunter is sent into the ropes. Jethro slaps the top of his leg and lowers his head as Hunter rebounds with a leg lariat. Jethro ducks under the leg lariat, grabs the other leg, raises up, and spins to plant Hunter with a ring shaking spinebuster.

Jon McDaniel: Oh My GoD! I think he broke Hunter's vertebrae!

Brian Rentfro: Well, he had better pay for it then, those things are expensive.

Hunter holds at his back as he rolls over, Jethro pulls himself up and as Hunter turns, Jethro slams a forearm into his face driving him into the corner. Jethro with a front kick to Hunter's ribs making the current Intercontinental champion wince from the force of the kick. Jethro pounds a forearm into Hunter's face before lifting the dazed champion up to the top turnbuckle and following after him. Jethro hooks Hunter's head under his arm, and stands on the top turnbuckle with I’m, stalling before falling back with a stalling vertical superplex! Both men lay still as they land, each sustaining about the same amount of damage from the impact. Jethro rolls over and pulls Hunter up to his feet, right from Hunter sends Jethro back a bit, Jethro with a right of his own and these two are looking like they want to trade some major fists here in this match once again.

Jon McDaniel: More than just the PWA Intercontinental Championship is on the line here.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah Jethro's career is at least important to him; even if no one else cares.

Hunter with a wristlock brings Jethro back up before whipping him into the ropes, Hunter hits the opposite ropes for added speed, Jethro appears to be out of it. Hunter aims for the Viper Snap and

*WHAM*

....The Plow! Jethro nails the Plow before Hunter has a chance to nail the Viper Snap. Jethro hits the Plow so hard that Hunter flipped over his back and landed on his stomach. Jethro slowly crawls over to Hunter, who is holding feebly at his ribs and makes the cover.

One... Two... Three.

DING@! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEW PWA Intercontinental Champion... Jethro Hayes!

The crowd explodes as Jethro's music plays over the speakers. Eric Emerson hands him the IC title and he holds it high over his head to the delight of the crowd. Jethro hits the corner and with a hand on each side of the belt's big gold area, holds it high over his head. Hunter rolls out of the ring holding his ribs and walking gingerly. The crowd begins to boo as Matthew Engel walks onto the stage and Jethro hops down in the center of the ring. Matthew looks at Jethro and claps mockingly; Jethro tells Engel to come on down and get some if he wants it.

Jon McDaniel: Oh come on, this is Jethro's moment, why does Engel have to ruin it?

Brian Rentfro: How is he ruining it? One of the best in the business is congratulating him and you think he is ruining it?
Outside the ring, Hunter Sullivan glares at Jethro, as he holds his sides while walking up the ramp, cursing his error.

The Phoenix (c) vs Shadow Starr

GWA Global Title Match


The crowd is roaring, the air is electric, and anticipation is high. The Sizzler is kicking into high gear as we have seen the fate of Iris Starchild, championships being retained and changing hands, the contenders named for the Grizzly Beer and World Titles. It comes down to the first of two Main Events, a match of epic proportions.

Brian Rentfro: Ladies and gentlemen, we have seen a lot tonight, and the Pantheon has made their mark on just about every match on the card. Our next match is the first of two Main Event matches, with the Pantheon looking to secure yet another championship.

Jon McDaniel: That's right, Brian. Rob "The Phoenix" Robinson, the leader of the Pantheon, looks to retain his GWA Global Championship in a match against one of the biggest names in wrestling today, the widely acclaimed Mr. PWA, Shadow Starr.

Brian Rentfro: A lot of bad blood here; Rob has been leading the Pantheon on a path of destruction, looking to put the rest of the PWA on notice of the faction's dominance, while Shadow Starr has unofficially joined the Resistance in hopes to dismantle this threat. One can only imagine the twists and turns this match will take...

The lights dim, Brian and Jon silencing themselves in preparation for the match. As the arena goes dark, only a single beam of silver light shines on the PWA stage. Eric Emerson enters the ring, mic in hand.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the GWA Global Championship!! Introducing first, the challenger....

The crowd pops as they await the entrance of their hero, but something seems different. DJ Krylon Blue's remix to "Second to None" plays, the crowd unsure of what is happening. As the music continues to play, red fireworks shoot into the air, the crowd cheering a bit but still unsure of what is happening. This only occurs for a few short moments, however, as Shadow Starr walks out onto the entrance ramp, grinning from ear to ear. He points to the right, then the left, the audience with a huge roar to back up their favorite wrestler. Shadow makes his way down the ramp, greeting the fans.

Eric Emerson: From Akron, Ohio! Weighing in at two hundred sixty-three pounds, he is the Original Legend of Shadows, Shadow Starr!!!!

Shadow continues down the ramp, stopping as he reaches the ring. He looks to either side, taking in the adulation. He rolls into the ring, heading for the northwest turnbuckle. He salutes the crowd, then drops to the mat. He does the same at the southeast turnbuckle, then waits ring center for his opponent.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

Shadow's music dies as "Final Countdown" hits the PA, the crowd jeering the sound. The sound nearly drowns out Eric Emerson as he announces the entrant.

Eric Emerson: From Orlando, Florida, he is the leader of the Pantheon and the current GWA Global Champion, The Phoenix!!

The Phoenix slides down from the rafters, holding his championship with pride, as the harness glides to the ring. He slips off the harness, heading for the northeast turnbuckle, raising his championship for all to see. He turns to Shadow, who has a stern look about him, referee Alec Wilcox asking for the GWA belt. He shows it to Phoenix, then to Shadow, then raises it to the sky for all to see. He hands it to a tech outside the ring, signaling to begin the match. However, before the bells sounds, a familiar third tune rings out.

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

Brian Rentfro: What the hell??

Jon McDaniel: What is he doing out here?

Hunter Sullivan makes his way down the entrance ramp to the jeers of the crowd. Hunter flips the bird, not taking his eyes off the ring. Shadow looks to Phoenix, who is grinning from ear to ear. As Hunter circles the ring, Wilcox calls for the bell, starting the match. Hunter takes a seat at the announce table as the action begins.

Brian Rentfro: Hunter Sullivan... Well, I’m surprised to see you out here, especially after what happened with Jethro Hayes. But I have to ask, what exactly ARE you here for?

Hunter: First Brian, what happened with Jethro is something I don’t want to talk about right now! Now, normally I would be backstage, watching Phoenix beat the unholy hell out of that wannabe Shadow Starr. But I feel that in the EXTREMELY rare case that Shadow puts up a decent fight, I should be by Rob's side to assure that the title doesn't change hands on a fluke.

Jon McDaniel: Well, Hunter, you didn't get the chance at the GWA Global Championship that you and Rob both argued you fairly won. However, it appears that as a loyal Pantheon member, you're more about winning at any cost than protecting the GWA gold...

Hunter: Shut the hell up, Jon. Nobody wants to hear you.

Shadow and Phoenix circle the ring, neither one making a move on the other. They stare into each other's face, daring each other to make the first move. As they move ring center, Phoenix raises a hand, calling for a test of strength. Shadow is cautious at first, knowing that he had a definite advantage over his opponent. He begins to raise his arm to meet Phoenix's, but is hesitant as he suspects foul play. Phoenix taunts Shadow, wanting to go at it. Shadow finally decides to go for it, locking hands with Phoenix. Phoenix raises his other arm, Shadow again hesitating a bit before locking in, placing pressure on Phoenix's arms. Phoenix tries to fight back, but doesn't have quite the strength that Shadow does, and drops to one knee. Shadow knows he has this test won, until Phoenix senses Shadow dropping his guard, leaping up and dropkicking Shadow, both men releasing their hold on the other. Shadow falls back a few steps, Phoenix stalking him, leaping to the air and nailing Shadow with a leg lariat. Shadow drops to the mat, but is quickly back to his feet as Phoenix takes the offense. Phoenix hits another dropkick, Shadow taking a step back, the champion nails Shadow's left knee with a dropkick, the Legend dropping to one knee. Phoenix drops back, Shadow off base as Phoenix nails a shining wizard. Phoenix takes the cover, but Shadow kicks out after a count of one.

Brian Rentfro: Very wise of Robinson, using his speed and aerial skills to overcome the- slightly- larger Shadow, putting himself in prime position in the starting seconds of this match.

Hunter: This is why the Phoenix is the best damn champion in the PWA ranks. He's smart, he's athletic, and he's always three steps ahead of the competition.

Shadow climbs to his feet, Robinson charging at the Legend. Shadow turns just in time to see the champion, grabbing the ring ropes and dropping to the mat. Phoenix flies over the top rope, landing hard on the ground below. Shadow stands, poising at the edge of the ring, stalking Phoenix as he slowly rises to his feet. Shadow launches himself over the top rope, Phoenix turning just in time to notice Shadow closing in on him, the Legend nailing a flying cross body on Phoenix. Shadow gets to one knee, surveying the damage to Phoenix as he, too, starts to rise. Shadow jumps at Phoenix, throwing rights into the champion's skull. Alec calls for Shadow to get back into the ring, reaching a count of five. Shadow reluctantly dismounts Phoenix, walking back to the ring and rolling in. Phoenix gets to his feet as Shadow starts to roll out, charging at Shadow and driving his sternum into the ring. Shadow crumples to his knees as Robinson kicks at the side of Shadow's head, rolling into the ring. He walks to the other end of the ring, not taking his eyes off Shadow.

Jon McDaniel: Shadow managed to turn the tide there for a second, using his physical advantage to pummel on Phoenix, but Robinson using his head puts Shadow back on the defensive, and Shadow is now recovering from that rib shot into the ring.

Hunter: Y'know, Shadow can get in as many lucky punches as he wants. The point is, he's washed up. He needs to go back to wrestling jobbers and losing gracefully, and stop chasing titles that are beyond him.

Jon McDaniel: Didn't Shadow beat YOU before, Hunter?

Hunter: What did I tell you, Jon? The hell did I tell you??

Shadow is on his knees, grasping at the ring apron as he tries to climb to his feet. Robinson charges across the ring, nailing a baseball slide to Shadow as Wilcox reaches the count of six, stopping to back Phoenix away from the mayhem outside. Shadow rolls back to the ring, using the apron to get to his feet, Phoenix waiting inside. Shadow slowly rolls into the ring, breaking the ref's count at eight, Phoenix storming over and dropping to one knee, nailing Shadow in the head with lefts and rights of his own. Wilcox seems not to notice as the crowd jeers this favoritism, Alec shrugging as he begins a very slow five count. Phoenix pummels Shadow until Alec reaches four, nailing one last jab into Shadow's temple before backing away. The Phoenix takes the cover again, getting a count of two before Shadow grabs the bottom rope, Alec only indicating the break when Shadow screams at him. Phoenix nails a few more punches into Shadow's skull before backing away, heading for the nearest turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, boy!! The Phoenix could get an early victory right here!!

Hunter: The Ashes is what made Phoenix the champ, it's a great move, a devastating move, and it's why he's about to win this match right now.

Jon McDaniel: Shadow is in trouble now!

Hunter: I just said that, nimrod.

Phoenix pounces from the turnbuckle, soaring through the air as he drops the flying elbow... NO!! Shadow rolls out of the ring, causing Phoenix to crash and burn as he misses his mark, favoring his elbow as he lands hard on the mat. Shadow stands just outside the ring, holding the bottom rope as he measures the damage to the Phoenix. He rolls back in as Phoenix sits in the corner, the referee checking his arm. Shadow blows past the ref, picking Phoenix up to his feet. He throws a left hook into Phoenix's abdomen, the champion reeling. Shadow then lifts Phoenix up onto the turnbuckle, climbing after him. He places Phoenix into a side headlock, the Phoenix fighting back with jabs to the gut. Shadow throws a few punches into Phoenix's skull, regaining his balance and tightening his grip on the Phoenix's head, lifting the Phoenix into a superplex! Neither man moves for a moment after the move, the maneuver knocking the wind out of both of them.

Brian Rentfro: Just when Phoenix has the match won, Shadow goes and slips out of harm's way and nails a superplex on the champ.

Jon McDaniel: The Phoenix is one of the smartest men in the PWA ranks, but Shadow's not a bonehead by far!! This may be a match of wits as much as a match of talent!!

Hunter: Shadow got lucky, alright? Look, he's as wasted as Phoenix is, if not more so. Hell, Phoenix is probably playing possum to sell that move; everyone knows Shadow couldn't harm a two year old...

Shadow crawls to Phoenix, the champ still regaining his composure after the superplex. Shadow drapes an arm across Phoenix's chest, gaining a two count. Phoenix rolls away, climbing to one knee as Shadow does the same a few feet away. They look to each other, both waiting for a moment of weakness. They both get to their feet, not taking their eyes off each other. They meet ring center, glaring at each other but neither makes a move. They seem to be yelling at each other, both balling fists and getting steamed but still neither makes an attack. Phoenix suddenly lifts a foot, driving it into Shadow's. The referee scorns Phoenix as Shadow draws his injured foot back, taking his focus off Phoenix for a split second. This proves to be a split second too long as Phoenix nails a clothesline on Shadow, dropping the Legend to the mat. Phoenix grabs Shadow's foot, twisting it to place pressure on the ankle. Shadow tries to push Phoenix off, but fails as Phoenix drops to the mat, placing Shadow into a leg scissors hold. Shadow looks around, the nearest ring rope just inches out of reach. He reaches down, trying to loosen the scissor hold, unsuccessfully. He reaches for the ropes again, but falls short as he tries to stretch his arm out. He places both arms under himself, powering himself the few inches he needs to drop back to the mat, reaching out and just barely getting a hold on the bottom rope. Phoenix refuses to release the hold until the referee reaches a count of three, Phoenix releasing the hold long enough to drag Shadow back to the center of the ring. He attempts another ankle lock, but is shoved off as Shadow raises his free leg to Phoenix's gut and shoves him off, the champ falling across the ring. Shadow curls up, sitting as he grasps at his foot, the referee checking its severity. Shadow shakes his head, he wishes to fight on, and the Phoenix is more than happy to oblige as he rushes to Shadow, stomping on his leg. Shadow pushes Phoenix off, using the ropes to climb to his good foot. Phoenix attempts a chop block on the bad leg, but Shadow jumps out of the way as Phoenix slides under the Legend. Shadow then drops an arm to the back of the Phoenix, looking to weaken his offense and get a second wind. Shadow gets back to his feet, walking off the pain in his ankle. Phoenix gets up, favoring his back a bit as he walks up to Shadow, throwing a right hook to Shadow's gut. Shadow fires back with a left jab, the two men exchanging punches for a few moments. Chants of "PWA! PWA!" erupt from the crowd, serving as fuel as Shadow gets the upper hand, nailing a hard left to Phoenix's skull, launching a big boot into the GWA Champ. The Phoenix drops to the mat, Shadow dropping into a cover.

1!
2!!
3!!! NO!!!

Phoenix kicks out just before the ref's hand hits the mat, Shadow's face twists in anguish at the persistence of the Phoenix. Shadow gets to his feet, dragging Phoenix up as well. Phoenix nails a haymaker into Shadow's skull, sending his opponent back a pace. Shadow throws a jab back, but is ducked by the Phoenix as he nails another haymaker. Shadow is knocked back another few paces as Phoenix charges up, nailing a leg lariat to the Legend. Shadow falls, Phoenix takes the cover this time but only gets one and a half. Phoenix is flustered now, wanting to end the match. He stands, poised behind a rising Shadow, stalking his prey. Shadow stands to his feet, the Phoenix spinning Shadow around and nailing the bigger man with a kick to the gut, placing him into a standing head scissors. The crowd jeers as they realize what is about to happen, a sick grin crossing Phoenix's face.

Brian Rentfro: Here it comes!! The Flame!!

Hunter: The move that has ended many a match, and the move that will end Shadow's dreams of championship gold.

Phoenix starts to pull Shadow up by the waist, but is blocked as Shadow plants his feet. Phoenix throws an arm across Shadow's back, stopping the retaliation from the Legend. He attempts to lift Shadow again, but again is blocked by Shadow planting himself. Phoenix throws another arm across Shadow's back, but is caught off guard as Shadow powers off Phoenix, keeping the champion in place by grasping his legs. Phoenix attempts to struggle out, but Shadow shifts his weight and drops Phoenix with an alabamaslam!! Shadow drops back, landing on his ass as he watches Phoenix writhe in pain from the sudden move, taking in the moment. Shadow crawls to the ropes, climbing to one knee. Phoenix pounds a fist into the mat, frustrated at the resilience of his challenger. He surveys the ring, scouting his challenger as he makes his way to one knee. Shadow is across the ring, raising to his feet as he watches Phoenix get to his knees. The two charge across the ring, nailing simultaneous clotheslines and sending each other to the mat. They take a moment to catch a breath, rolling to their feet. They glare across the ring at each other, charging into a collar-and-elbow tie up. They fight for dominance, the effects of the match evident on both men. Shadow overpowers Phoenix, the smaller man dropping to the mat but using the momentum to slide between Shadow's legs. They break their hold as Phoenix stands behind Shadow, nailing a dropkick that sends the Legend into the ring ropes. Phoenix walks up cautiously, assuring that the earlier occurrence does not repeat itself. Phoenix and Shadow fight their way to the turnbuckle, Shadow nailing a boot to Phoenix' abdomen. He climbs the turnbuckle, pulling Phoenix up into powerbomb position.

Brian Rentfro: Shadow's prepping for the Grim Reaper! If he nails that high powerbomb, he'll be the new champion!!

Jon McDaniel: And the crowd is on their feet, roaring for that finish!!

Shadow takes a moment to balance himself, before jumping off the turnbuckle.. no! Phoenix shifts his weight, throwing Shadow with a high hurricanrana!!! Both men crash in the ring, the wind knocked out of both of them, the devastating reversal taking both men out. The referee checks on both men, administering a ten count.

1!

2!!

3!!!

4!!!!

5!!!!!

6!!!!!!

Phoenix rolls to the ropes, dragging himself to his feet. Shadow is still lifeless on the mat, Phoenix struggling to keep on his feet.

7!!!!!!!

8!!!!!!!!

9!!!!!!!!!

Phoenix drops across Shadow, the ref dropping to the mat beside them.

1!!!

2!!!!

THREee... NO!!!

Brian Rentfro: My god!!! Shadow somehow digs deep down and kicks out of a pinning predicament, and the Phoenix is livid!

Jon McDaniel: But how much more does Shadow have in the tank??

Phoenix poses this same question in his mind, again going for the cover. The referee counts, but Shadow again kicks out just before the three. Phoenix is frustrated to all hell, there is no way Shadow can be this persistent with as much damage as he's taken. Phoenix rises, eyeing Shadow as he heads for the nearest turnbuckle, hopping to the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: Another attempt at the Ashes, and this time Shadow may not be able to move!!

Hunter: I'll be right back...

Jon McDaniel: Wha...? Anywho... and here comes the Ashes!!

Phoenix jumps from the turnbuckle, Shadow hip-upping to his feet. Shadow catches the champ in mid-air, nailing a spinebustaaaaaah!! Phoenix writhes in pain as Starr takes the cover.

1!!

2!!!

NO!!

Shadow turns to the ref, who points to Phoenix's foot. Hunter is a few steps from where the pin was, walking back towards the announce table. Shadow, pissed off at being screwed out of a win, rolls under the bottom rope and chases after Hunter. He spins the Viper around, cursing and screaming about the interference. Hunter shrugs, pointing to Alec who denies seeing anything. Shadow looks to the ref, then spins back around to Hunter, nailing him in the jaw with a haymaker!! Hunter drops to the floor, holding his jaw as Shadow turns around, heading back to the ring. Hunter proved to be a good distraction, however, as Phoenix flies over the top rope, nailing Shadow with an asai moonsault!! Shadow and Phoenix topple to the floor, Hunter walking over to his boss as Alec begins counting. Hunter helps Phoenix to his feet, pushing the Champ into the ring, as Alec begins to count faster. Shadow climbs to one knee, Hunter carefully passing him as he sits back at the announce table.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell?? Shadow had a legitimate win there, and you nonchalantly just screwed him over!!

Hunter: Jon, I won't tell you again, shut the hell up. Shadow got lucky, playing the possum card and hitting a surprise move on Phoenix. Frankly that sort of foul play should be illegal anyways...

Jon: But Phoenix just got a cheap shot because YOU distracted Shadow!!

Hunter: Hey, it's Shadow's job to keep his focus on the ring action. If he decides to wander from his goal, then he can only blame himself.

Jon: That's a load of...

Hunter: Just shut up and watch.

Shadow barely makes it into the ring to break Alec's count, the Phoenix stomping on his opponent. Shadow tries to break Phoenix's assault by grabbing the ropes, but Alec doesn't seem to notice. Phoenix stands Shadow to his feet, slapping him across the face. Shadow falls back a step, throwing a punch of his own, but it's blocked as Phoenix nails Shadow with another left jab. Phoenix looks to Hunter, laughing, as he draws back a third time, shooting for Shadow one more time... but misses!! Shadow ducks under the swing, Phoenix spinning around... SPINEBUSTAAAAH!!! Shadow and Phoenix lie on the mat, both winded. Alec Wilcox begins to count the two men out, Hunter again leaving his post at the announce table. Alec reaches a slow count of two before Hunter jumps into the ring, helping the Phoenix to his feet. As Phoenix rests against the ropes, Alec administers a faster count, the crowd jeering this obvious nepotism.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, come on!! Alec is here to make sure the PWA doesn't screw Phoenix out of the title, not to screw the challenger!!

Brian Rentfro: Hey, all's fair in love and war, and when you're in that ring, it's war!!

Shadow Starr wearily rises and sees Hunter stepping from the ring, rushes him and spears Hunter between the ropes! Hunter falls out of the ring, sprawled over the mat like spilled blood and Shadow Starr turns around, only to get blasted by The Phoenix’s Flame! Phoenix covers and Alec counts quickly.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Brian Rentfro: And Phoenix retains yet again!

Jon McDaniel: Brian, you know that only happened cause of all of Hunter’s interference! Surprising too, since Phoenix never came down to help Hunter during his match!

Brian Rentfro: Man, you gotta chill, you’re seeing problems where there are none!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and STILL GWA Global Champion; The PHOENIX!

Phoenix slides from the ring and helps Hunter up, slapping him on the back and giving him props for his efforts. Hunter nods, though admittedly he looks a bit pissed at getting battered around some more tonight. None the less, the two Pantheon Members make their way up the ramp, enjoying the jeers from the full arena.

A message Delivered


Jon McDaniel: Phoenix retained and the GWA title remains with Pantheon! But!Everything is leading up to this... A gauntlet match for the best prize in...

Brian Rentfro: SECOND BEST PRIZE... Everyone who is anyone knows that the best championship in wrestling today is the the GWA Global Heavyweight Wrestling Championship of the Globe.

Jon McDaniel: Have you been hanging around that Radio Rich idiot?

Brian Rentfro: No, why would I ever hang around with that douchebag, I mean, talk about someone who doesn't deserve their spot on the rad-

Jon McDaniel: I'm not sorry to cut you off, but we've got breaking news from the back!

::We cut to the back, where we see that Hunter Sullivan, having separated from Phoenix to go to the doctor to check on his health, is being attacked! He gets whipped into a rolling box of sound equipment head-first. We see that he's been handcuffed by his attackers. Stepping into the frame is Riona Langly, fresh off of her tag title match earlier in the night. Standing next to her is Lacey Gloria, and both of them are wielding railroad spikes. Hunter is already bloodied up big time...::

Riona: Hunter Hunter Hunter... did you think that you could do what you did and escape karma? This is all foretold in the prophesy of Ragnarok. But, this is just a warning. I want the Pantheon to look upon your bloodied, beaten form, and I want them to fear what we can do to them... We may be outnumbered... But right now? It's just us and you. Johnny is off stalling the calvery... But don't you worry, I'm not gonna finish you off. That blow, it's reserved for all of those that you've hurt...

::Riona leans over, right in Hunter's face, and draws the spike across his forehead.::

Riona: Like Lacey here! See, well... you hurt her best friend pretty fucking badly... And I gotta tell you, all that she's been forbidden to do is kill you.

::Hunter begins to speak, but Riona just slaps the taste out of his mouth and holds the spike right up to his throat.::

Riona: No talky talky from the Viper, you've spoken enough for 10 people... It's time to drain your venom.

::Lacey steps up, her spike out to impale Hunter... and Riona holds her off.::

Riona: Oh, I think I hear a birdy coming, so if you can, tell him I said hi... and tell Michael he's next.

::Riona waves goodbye as she and Lacey run off, Riona dropping the keys for the handcuffs. As Riona predicted, The Phoenix rushes onto the screen. He begins to help Hunter to his feet and we cut back to ringside for tonight's Main Event.::

Marxx (c) vs Scott Nash Strader

PWA World Title Match


Brian Rentfro: That was just..disgusting!

Jon McDaniel: What those two would have done had Phoenix not returned to the scene, I do not want to fathom!

Brian Rentfro: This has not been Sullivan's night in any sense of the word!

Jon McDaniel: Yet, with all this, you know the Viper and Pantheon will be seeking vengeance. Now, as we were alluding too earlier, it's time for the main event!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for tonight's main event!

"Thank God I'm a Country Boy" hits the sound system as none other than Jethro Hayes begins to make his way to the ring. The crowd erupts in a standing ovation for their hero and Jethro is all smiles. He makes his way down to the ring, walking around it, and joins Brian Rentfro and Jon McDaniel ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro! It's an honor to have you with us buddy.

Brian Rentfro: Nobody told me he was going to be here.

Jethro Hayes: That's because it was a surprise Mr. Rentfro.

Brian Rentfro: You're not here to mess with Matt and his chances of becoming World Champion are you?!

Jethro Hayes: I'm simply here to call it how I see it, bud.

Eric Emerson: And now... the following match is a gauntlet match! Introducing first, one of two challengers, hailing from hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds...

##Hey man, I am cool, I am the Breeze
Haven't you heard, there's a new revolution
Gotta spread the word - too much confusion ##

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain. The crowd erupts for the famous Strader as he confidently makes his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: SCOTT...NASH...STRADERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

##All hell's breakin' loose - hey hey have you read the news
All hell's breakin' loose - overloadin' 'n' blowin' my fuse
All hell's breakin' loose - day and night, baby, night and day
All hell's breakin' loose - in the streets there's a brand new way, yeah ##

He reaches halfway down the ramp way, Scott wearing a white muscle shirt, blue jeans and a pair of buckled black leather biker boots.

##You know we ain't always winners, but this is the life we choose
And we won't change or rearrange, and we ain't never ever gonna lose
It ain't always easy when the goin' gets rough
When you're gettin' even, you gotta show your stuff - tell about it now##

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps over the top rope, and heads to the corner awaiting his opponent.

##Take a look around, only one solution
Set the world on fire, fight the institution
Gonna stand our ground, feel the new sensation
Something's goin' down - rock the nation ##

Eric Emerson: And now... his opponent, hailing from New Brunswick, Canada...

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. His World Title shines brightly around his waist.

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

Eric Emerson: He weighs two hundred and thirty three pounds and stands six feet two inches... he is the Heavyweight Champion of the World... MARXX!!!!!

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

Jethro Hayes: I can feel the energy boys, this is going to be a hell of a start to this match.

Jon McDaniel: I couldn't agree more, Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: I bet you could though.

DING DING DING

SNS goes after Marxx, but Marxx is quick to dodge the attack. Marxx sweeps SNS to the mat and begins to lay into him with lefts and rights. SNS covers up and Marxx gets him to his feet. Marxx whips him into the ropes, SNS comes back and hits a huge shoulder block on Marxx. SNS goes into the ropes and comes down with a big time leg drop over Marxx's throat. SNS gets Marxx to his feet and nails a right hook and then follows up with a kick to the mid section. SNS tries for an early powerbomb and gets Marxx up to his shoulders, but Marxx begins to resist as he connects with lefts and rights to SNS's head. SNS drops Marxx and staggers back a bit.

Brian Rentfro: Scott tried for that powerbomb but got rocked by some brawling from Marxx.

Jethro Hayes: It's power versus technical in this match, guys. Scott is all about impact moves.

SNS turns around and is met by a stiff kick to the face. SNS staggers back and falls into the corner. Marxx slams him knees into SNS's midsection. He backs up to the middle of the ring, and sprints. He leaps and catches SNS in the face with a high knee strike, and SNS staggers forward. Marxx hops up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps forward off the turnbuckle, shooting him legs out in front of him, and catches SNS with a massive bulldog! He hooks the leg...

1...

2..

Kick out!

Marxx is frustrated and gets SNS to his feet. He sends him into the ropes, but SNS comes back and nails him with a big boot! Marxx looks out of it, and SNS covers.

1...

2...

Shoulder up!

SNS gets Marxx up to him feet and tosses him easily into the corner. He slams his shoulder into Marxx a few times and then picks him up so he's upside down in front of him, and takes off to the middle of the ring. He leaps and executes a big running powerslam. He covers...

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Wow! The champion gets slammed into the mat with all of Scott's authority and still manages to kick out.

Brian Rentfro: It's early, Jon.

Jethro Hayes: You gotta give the champ credit, he is very resilient.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, he beat you didn't he?

Jethro Hayes: Yes he did, Brian. Good observation.

SNS gets Marxx to his feet and performs a rear waistlock, which quickly turns into a German Suplex. Marxx crashes to the mat hard. SNS gets to his feet and grabs Marxx by the hair. He slams his face into the turnbuckle. He does it again, and again. SNS won't stop and finally the referee gets involved to break it up.

Jon McDaniel: SNS is gonna break Marxx's head open if he keeps that up!

Jethro Hayes: Scott has more passion in the ring than nearly everybody in the locker room... he's probably picturing Matt Engel right now.

Brian Rentfro: Well he shouldn't, he should be concentrating on the Champ!

SNS lets go of Marxx and steps back for a moment. Marxx turns around and SNS charges. Marxx moves out of the way at the last second and SNS stops right at the turnbuckle, turns around, and gets met with a roundhouse kick. SNS falls into the corner and Marxx comes back with lefts and rights, attempting to cut the bigger man down. Marxx kicks SNS low and locks in a front facelock. Marxx steps back with SNS in front headlock and runs up the turnbuckles and comes back down with a huge tornado DDT. Marxx lays for a moment, and then makes a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jethro Hayes: A great move by the champ there, but he's going to need more than that to get a three-count on Scotty.

Brian Rentfro: Or Engel!

Jon McDaniel: Engel's not even wrestling yet, Brian. Calm down.

SNS holds his head as Marxx uses the ropes to get up. Marxx stomps on SNS a few times and then goes to the top rope. Marxx hangs up there for a moment, waiting for SNS to get to his feet. SNS gets up and looks over to Marxx who's already in midair. Marxx lands on SNS's shoulders, and then hits a twisting hurricanrana! Marxx covers SNS again.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: A close count there!

Brian Rentfro: Ref seemed a little slow on that three, Jon.

Jethro Hayes: Don't slander our referees Brian. They're doing their best.

Marxx gets SNS up to his feet and smashes SNS' face into his knee. Marxx follows that up with a toss into the ropes. Marxx telegraphs a dropkick, but SNS holds up as Marxx crashes to the mat. Marxx shoots back up, but SNS hits a running lariat on Marxx. Marxx gets back up again, but SNS is quick to scoop him up and slam him to the mat. SNS goes into the ropes and comes down with a bone-crushing elbow drop. He tries a cover.

1...

2..

Kick out!

SNS gets Marxx up to his feet and throws him into the corner. SNS charges and connects with a huge clothesline. SNS shoves Marxx back into the corner and puts him on the top turnbuckle. SNS climbs to the middle rope and puts Marxx in a front facelock. SNS lifts Marxx up and behind him, slamming him to the mat with a superplex. SNS quickly covers.

1...

2...

3 -- No! Kick out!

Jethro Hayes: Close one there boys!

Jon McDaniel: I agree, and Scott seems to be rolling on all gears right now!

Brian Rentfro: Jethro does it hurt deep down that you're not in the ring right now?

Jethro Hayes: Despite your tone Brian... yeah, it does a little bit. But, things happen for a reason, and I know I'll be back in the ring with the World Champion soon enough.

SNS gets Marxx up and throws him out of the ring. SNS climbs out and grabs Marxx by the head and smashes his face into the barricade. The ref begins to start the count.

1!

SNS picks Marxx up and drops him throat-first onto the barricade. Marxx struggles to breathe and starts to crawl away for safety. SNS kicks Marxx in the ribs a few times, and gets him to his feet. SNS slams Marxx face-first into the ring post, as the ref keeps counting.

2!

Marxx, now on one knee, is bleeding from his nose. SNS grabs him by the head again, but Marxx has had enough as he slams his elbow into SNS' gut. Marxx does it again, and again, and then hits a roundhouse connecting with SNS' jaw. He goes down and Marxx follows up with a moonsault off the barricade!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx hit that moonsault perfectly!

4!

Brian Rentfro: He can't beat Scott outside the ring!

Jethro Hayes: I think he knows that Brian.

5!

Marxx gets SNS up to his feet and slides him into the ring. Marxx wipes the blood from his mouth and climbs the top turnbuckle as Scott manages to get to a knee. Marxx waits patiently on the top rope as SNS turns around. Marxx jumps off with a flip and lands perfectly on top of SNS' shoulders. SNS grabs him to prevent falling backwards.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Marxx has other ideas! Hurricanrana!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx holds it up for the pin!

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Another close one. Are we ever going to get a winner here?

Jethro Hayes: I don't doubt it at all Brian. These guys know how to finish business.

Marxx begins to talk to the ref about that kick-out, but he isn't budging about his call. SNS gets to his feet and wraps Marxx up from behind and hits a back-to-belly suplex on him. Marxx crashes stomach and chest first to the mat. SNS and Marxx, a little fatigued, get to their feet at relatively the same time. SNS lays into Marxx with a right hook, but Marxx comes back with his own. Back and forth they go as Marxx tries to stand toe-to-toe with SNS.

Brian Rentfro: Does Marxx WANT to lose? He can't stand toe to toe with Scott!

Jethro Hayes: Hey hey - the champ is tough, Brian. He's got a mean right hook, and I know that from experience.

Jon McDaniel: And the Champ rocks SNS with a big-time right hook!

Jethro Hayes: See? Scott comes back with a right hook of his own.

Marxx tries to come back, but Scott throws his hands up and says 'Stop!' He talks with Marxx for a moment, and Marxx looks confused. Scott nods his head yes, and we can hear something along the lines of 'My career as at its end, yours is beginning. I want to pass the torch to you and I know you can take care of Engel'. Scott lays down in the middle of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell?

Jethro Hayes: Come on, Scott! Not like this!

Brian Rentfro: What a pus - THERE'S CHAMELION!

Marxx takes advantage and covers SNS.

1...

2...

Chamelion slides into the ring and drags Marxx off of SNS. Marxx gets to his feet, but he is met violently with the Sweet Sound of Success. Marxx falls to the mat, and SNS gets to his feet. SNS goes after Chamelion, but Chamelion nails him with another SOS! Chamelion shares some words with SNS, which we don’t hear but we do hear Jethro's headset hit the table.

Jon McDaniel: GET HIM, JETHRO!

Brian Rentfro: Oh God.. that's just pathetic, Jon.

Jethro slides into the ring and Chamelion tries for a SOS, but Jethro dodges it and clotheslines Chamelion to the mat! Chamelion rolls out of the ring and waving cheerfully to Jethro, disappears backstage. Jethro checks on Scott and the World Champion. Scott seemed to have caught a bigger blow, and isn't responding too much. Marxx gets to his feet, unaware of what just happened. Jethro slides out of the ring and goes back to the commentator's table.

Jon McDaniel: Why would Chamelion get involved here?!

Brian Rentfro: Maybe he didn't want to see Scott laying down for Marxx!

Jethro Hayes: This stinks, boys. It's got the Pantheon's doing all over it... and that just makes me so mad.

Marxx didn’t see what happened, but knows Chamelion was somehow involved. Strader stirs, his eyes glazed but his earlier comment seems to ring true, as he motions weakly for Marxx to finish the job. Marxx, though honestly not seeming too thrilled for it to end this way, drops and covers Strader.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Scott Nash Strader has been eliminated from this match and Marxx is still the World Champion!

Brian Rentfro: And the Champion has survived one out of his two contenders tonight.

Jon McDaniel: With Chamelion's help!

Jethro Hayes: Why can't those guys just mind their own business?

Brian Renfro: The World Title is their business, Jethro. Especially Chamelion's! He is the President after all!

Marxx (c) vs. Matthew Engel

PWA World Title Match


Eric Emerson: Introducing last... the final contender for this gauntlet... hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

The hard bass and drums from "The God That Failed" kick in, along with Kirk's guitar riffs. Matthew Engel appears from backstage, dressed in his trademarked green tuxedo. He has a black silk dress shirt, black tie, and black wrestling boots. Newcomer Orion is at Engel's side, wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket on top. They begin to make their way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Standing exactly six feet and weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds...

Matthew Engel makes it down to the ring and slides in. Orion takes the steps. He takes off his jacket, dress shirt, and tie to reveal a wife-beater shirt.

Eric Emerson: He is a former PWA World Champion and Wrestler of the Year winner... he is MATTHEW ENGEL!

He begins to stretch and get ready for his match as "The God That Failed" fades.

Jethro Hayes: Hold on.

Jethro drops his headset again and slides into the ring. He asks for a mic.

Brian Rentfro: Now what?

Jon McDaniel: I think he's trying to buy Marxx some time. Matthew doesn't seem fazed.

Jethro Hayes: Engel, I think we all deserve an explanation for why Chamelion just had to stick his nose in this match.

Jethro tosses him the mic. Engel catches it, and Orion takes a step closer to Jethro.

Matthew Engel: It's not my problem, Hayes. Now, get out of my ring.

Engel tosses the mic on the ground, and Jethro picks it up.

Jethro Hayes: You want everyone to think you're a coward? You want this match to be tainted? Give us a reason. Make up something for all I care.

Jethro tosses the mic at Engel, who deftly catches it and shrugs as he answers.

Matthew Engel: Perhaps Scott shouldn't have been wildly accusing innocent people of what happened at Who's The Man last year.

Engel hands off the mic to Eric Emerson, who takes it with back near the commentator's table. Jethro looks at Engel with much disdain, and climbs out of the ring and heads back to the commentator's table. Engel has a sly grin on his face. Meanwhile, Marxx has been recuperating in the corner the whole time, awaiting his chance to go at it with Engel. Orion climbs out of the ring and remains ringside, watching Engel. Scott finally makes his way backstage, holding his head.

Jethro Hayes: Now you know why I'm here, boys.

Brian Rentfro: To ruin things for Engel.

Jethro Hayes: No, because the next Pantheon member I see get involved in this match will not be walking out of here so confident.

Jon McDaniel: Who is that guy that Engel brought to the ring?

Jethro Hayes: I don't know, but if he's aligned with Engel, he can't be too friendly.

Brian Rentfro: His name is Orion, he is the newest member of the PWA and Engel's protégé.

DING DING

Marxx and Engel circle each other in the ring. Engel gives Marxx a fake, which draws Marxx back a few times. Engel takes off and hits Marxx with a running knee. Marxx flies back into the turnbuckle. Engel lays into him with rights and lefts and slams Marxx face-first into his knee. Engel takes Marxx down with a roundhouse kick, and goes into the ropes. Engel tries for a senton bomb, but Marxx rolls out of the way.

Jon McDaniel: The champion looking very much alive here, guys. Engel probably thought it would have been easy to finish off whoever won!

Brian Rentfro: Engel came prepared no matter what Jon.

Jethro Hayes: Yeah, prepared to win at any cost... and I don't agree with that.

Engel gets to his feet and Marxx nails him with a right hook. Marxx tucks his head underneath Engel's right arm and executes a northern lights suplex. He bridges it for a pin.

1...

Kick out!

Jethro Hayes: Surprise move on Engel there didn't get the results Marxx was hoping for.

Brian Rentfro: The match just started!

Marxx gets Engel to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Marxx hits a telegraphed dropkick on Engel and Engel does down. Marxx immediately mounts Engel and dishes out lefts and rights. Marxx gets up to his feet and is taunting Engel, telling him to get on his feet. Engel obeys and Marxx swings wildly and connects. Engel staggers back, and Marxx goes for another wild punch, but Engel blocks it and quickly kicks Marxx in the stomach. Engel plants Marxx into the canvas with a vicious DDT. Engel flips Marxx on his back and covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Just a two-count there... as Marxx keeps himself alive. He's going to have to be smart here and let Engel make the mistakes!

Brian Rentfro: Good luck with that!

Jethro Hayes: He isn't perfect, Brian. Engel gets Marxx to his feet and slams his face-first into the turnbuckle. Engel hops on to the top rope and nails Marxx with a missile dropkick!

Engel covers again.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: The Champ is showing his resilience here boys. He's not going to go down that easy!

Marxx regains himself as Engel gets to his feet and they lock horns. Marxx hits a knee to Engel's midsection and lifts Engel high up into the air in suplex fashion, but brings him down with a brainbuster. The ring shakes violently. Marxx goes off the ropes and comes back connecting with a somersault senton bomb. He crashes on top of Engel. He stomps Engel a few times and picks him up, sending him into the ropes. Engel comes back and gets slammed across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Engel is grabbing his back, but manages to get to his feet. Marxx runs at Engel for an attempted lariat, but Engel dodges and connects with a spinning heel kick! Marxx is on the mat grabbing his jaw as Engel hops onto the top turnbuckle. Engel comes off with a split-legged moonsault, executed perfectly.

Brian Rentfro: What a high-risk move by Engel there, showing his experience over the World Champion.

Jethro Hayes: Marxx has been an established superstar here for awhile now... and Engel was gone for over five months.

Brian Rentfro: Doesn't look like it!

Engel gets to his feet and connects a running knee into the face of Marxx. Engel gets Marxx to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Engel tries for a corner body splash, but Marxx dodges just in time and Engel crashes on the turnbuckles. Marxx shoulder blocks Engel into the turnbuckle and lets out a fury of fists. Marxx connects all over the place; face, ribs, arms. He puts Engel in a great deal of pain, and then sets Engel on the top turnbuckle. Marxx springboards off and connects with a severe dropkick sending Engel over the ropes and crashing to the outside.

Jethro Hayes: And down goes Engel!

Brian Rentfro: The match can’t be won on the outside! You’ve got to pin him in the ring!

Jon McDaniel: Duh...

Marxx slides out of the ring as Engel gets back to his feet. The referee starts the count.

1!

They exchange lefts and rights on the outside, but Marxx gets the upperhand as he slams his knee into the midsection of Engel.

2!

He grabs Engel by the head and slams him face first into the steel steps. He grabs Engel again and slams him face first into the ring post.

3!

Engel staggers back, and then Marxx connects with a big roundhouse, sending Engel to the floor. Marxx picks Engel up and slides him into the ring. Marxx hops up on the apron and leaps up to the top rope, springboards off, and hits a huge legdrop. He crashes over the throat and chest of Engel. Marxx gets Engel to his feet and connects with a spinning back fist. This sends Engel back a little bit and Marxx runs at him trying for something, but Engel reverses with a powerslam and smashes Marxx into the mat. Engel gets up and stomps on Marxx a few times. He gets Marxx to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Engel gets in Marxx's face and smashes his elbow into it a few times. He picks Marxx up and puts him in the tree of woe.

Brian Rentfro: It looks like Engel is setting Marxx up for something.

Engel runs to the opposite corner and hops onto the turnbuckle. He yells out to the crowd and flips off the turnbuckle, landing leant forward, and dashes toward Marxx connecting with a violent spear. Marxx is almost broken in half.

Brian Rentfro: Engel nails Marxx with a hellacious T.K.T!

Jethro Hayes: It's an interesting move, but he's gotta think that he needs more to put Marxx down for the three count.

1...

2...

Shoulder up.

Jon McDaniel: Close call there, but Marxx is tougher than that like Jethro said.

Brian Rentfro: Don't have a thought of your own on this matter Jon?

Engel gets Marxx up to his feet and hits a hellacious powerbomb on Marxx. Marxx is grabbing his back in pain as he's forced to his feet again. Engel lands some right hooks and left jabs on Marxx and tries to finish him off with a devastating clothesline, but Marxx ducks and gets behind Engel, executing a huge tiger suplex. Engel cringes in pain as Marxx goes back on the offensive, stomping Engel into oblivion. Marxx backs up a few steps, and then comes in with a nasty soccer kick that hits Engel in the ribs. Engel coughs up a little blood.

Jethro Hayes: Good.

Jon McDaniel: Now it's a fair match.. both men have shed blood tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Matt's got internal bleeding, though. That was a hell of a soccer kick, I will admit.

Marxx begins to stalk Engel, and Engel hits the mat in frustration. Engel slowly gets to his feet. Marxx tries for a right hook, but Engel dodges. Marxx goes left jab, and Engel ducks. Engel tries for a sweep, but Marxx jumps over Engel's leg. Marxx goes for a clothesline, but Engel ducks underneath. Engel tries for a jumping side kick, but Marxx sidesteps at the last possible second and catches Engel in a half-nelson. He then falls back in Russian Leg Sweep fashion.

Jon McDaniel: The Bottle Buster! A signature move by Marxx... and he goes for the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Engel kicks out violently, and turns over onto his knees. He spits out more blood. Engel wipes his mouth, but Marxx connects with a vicious kick to Engel's ribs. Engel turns over onto his back. Marxx goes into the ropes and tries to come down with a knee drop on Engel's ribs, but Engel moves out of the way. Engel rises to his feet and nails a right hook on Marxx, and then slams him to the mat with a big-time spinebuster.

Brian Rentfro: What a move there from Engel!

Jethro Hayes: Engel is climbing to the top rope...

Brian Rentfro: You know what time it is now, Jethro. You better make your move if you have one.

Jethro Hayes: My move only goes into action if the Pantheon makes a move.

With Marxx on the mat, Engel rises to the top rope, his back to the ring. He then jumps off, corkscrewing his body around while somersaulting, and lands with a body splash across Marxx's mid-section.

Brian Rentfro: EUTHANASIA! Engel could have sealed his second World Title with that great move, once again!

Jon McDaniel: Engel remains on top of Marxx and the referee begins to count!

1...

2...

3!!!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And your winner... and the new PWA WORLD CHAMPION... MATTHEW... ENGELLLLL!!!!!!

Jethro drops his headset for the final time, and slides into the ring. Marxx tries to get to his feet, but instead just slides out of the ring to recuperate for a moment. Orion climbs into the ring to celebrate with Matt, and Jethro approaches them both. The crowd goes from an extreme loudness of boo'ing to a hushed silence to see what will happen between the hero and the villain. Jethro extends his hand to congratulate Engel.

Brian Rentfro: What is he doing?

Jon McDaniel: He's trying to congratulate Engel. Jethro is a good man and even though he has a certain distaste for Engel, he still respects the fact that he is the new World Champion.

Engel looks at Jethro's extended hand. Engel smiles, and gives Jethro a quick salute. He turns his back and him and Orion climb out of the ring. Jethro grabs a mic.

Jethro Hayes: I'll be seeing you, Matthew.

Engel turns for a moment and cracks another smile. He raises his World Title in the air. Chamelion, Raizzor, Alex Wilkie, The Phoenix, and Hunter Sullivan join Engel on the ramp way and begin to congratulate him for bringing the World Title to the Pantheon. Jethro begins to flare up, angered by the situation, but holds his ground. He shares a hateful look with Hunter Sullivan, as the crowd begins to boo the Pantheon once more.

Jon McDaniel: And once again, the Pantheon manages to find themselves on top of the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Well, not completely. I mean, Chamelion lost his title, Hunter lost his… in truth, the Pantheon currently only holds two titles.

Jon McDaniel: And it’s only a matter of time before they find a way to steal more gold back. This is becoming ridiculous, Brian. Someone has to stop them!

Brian Rentfro: Who is left, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Jethro! Riona!

Brian Rentfro: I don't know, Jon. The Pantheon is making a habit out of being on top, and Summer Sizzler was no different!

Jon McDaniel: Someone needs to stand up to them.. perhaps next week at Rampage, we will see justice for the Pantheon. But in the mean time, we have to wrap things up here. I'm Jon McDaniel...

Brian Rentfro: And I'm Brian Rentfro. We will see you for Rampage next Saturday night!


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