Live From the PWA Dome St. Louis, Missouri 'Murica
[ The PWA logo flashes across our screens as the new Chaos theme
song ĎLust for Lifeí by Iggy Pop begins to play and we can hear
the fans in attendance cheering as the cameras pan around the
make shift venue thatís ultimately the same as it was for High
Stakes but even safer due to the private nature of the Strader
Here comes Johnny Yen again
of smiling Lisa Seldon standing over a laid out Riona Langly and
that just makes everyone happy
With the liquor and
A shot of Jacob Figgins holding the PWA Grizzly
Beer title high up in the air after a match.
A shot of Vega drinking what must be his
He's gonna do another strip tease
shot of Scott Nash Strader holding up the PWA World Title being
attacked from behind Matthew ĎThe Virusí Engel
Pyroís shoot off out of the ring posts and all up the ramp to a
massive silver, blue and red firework shoot off up into the sky
lighting it up bright as the sun is mostly set. ]
man, where'd you get that lotion?
A shot of Adrian and
Simon Kalis signing their official contracts back in 2009 with
the Chaos brand
I've been hurting since I bought the
A shot of Showtime being awarded the AOWF World
About something called love
Yeah, something called love
A shot of The Viper and Jacob
Figgins from their tag team days together
that's like hypnotizing chickens
A final shot of the Cowgirls
From Hell sneering on our screens, as the cameras the pan around
the excited fans in attendance and the speakers all around the
PWA Dome in St Louis, Missouri where it all began and the cheers
out of them from the fans at home as the cameras settle on the
new commentary team of Gerry Essex and Cara Townsend. ]
Welcome to a special edition Sunday Night Chaos!
Yes turned out to be a blessing in disguise the programming
issues between the networks.
Cara Townsend: Thatís right! We are back
home in the fabulous PWA Dome where it all began!
That we are! We have quite a card booked tonight with a new PWA
Intercontinental Champion in a Main Event worthy of the Chaos
Donít forget we have mentor versus protťgť as PWA Co-owner
Meghan Kelser with her PWA legend husband, Thunderwolf, in her
corner with her father in the corner of Mad Max!
Gerry Essex: I
have been a part of this company for a long time Cara, and the
one thing with Scott Nash Strader he always does the shitty
thing. Consistency in that manner has always been key to his
draw. You love to hate him.
Cara Townsend: Yes in my misguided youth
I was once a SNS fan but then you grow up.
Oh itís so nice to say this! BACKSTAGE we have our own Addison
waiting outside the dressing room Meghan Kelser!
fans in attendance cheer as the ADCTron lights up in the
backstage area in the locker rooms the newly minted PWA
Backstage interviewer is waiting outside the dressing room door
of Megehan Kelser, Addison Young. ]
Addison Young: Thatís
right Gerry, I am here backstage outside the locker room of one
half of the PWA Owners in Meghan Kelser. Ahh here she is now!
[ The fans (who are socially distancing) give a pop for one
half of the former Cowgirls From Hell, as the raven haired
Strader steps out from her locker room. She smiles for Addison
and the camera. ]
Addison Young: Meghan, first things
first, how are you and Tamika handling the sideswerve that
former owner and current PWA World Champion The Phoenix pulled?
Well we canít prove there was foul play, which is fortunate for
Robinson on a lot of major legality issues, our formerly
employed by Robinsonís lawyers have been relieved of their
duties and we will rectify the situation. So Robinson, I know
you are watching from your autumn residence so pay attention
closely... you will be on the next show, your stupid little
viewing box will be ready for you, and you will fulfill the
obligations of being the PWA World Champion!
Young: Now tonight our working boss is in action against her
former protťgť... any words for the one called Mad Max?
Just a few... Max... dear dear dear Max... tonight youíll learn
why I am the deadliest Strader in the family.
Young: Well you heard here first! Good luck out there tonight!
[Backstage - we open up to a room lit by a single, shaded
light. In a makeshift throne we find an early twenty-something
female, legs draped over the side, black stiletto heeled feet
hanging just a bit over the ground - a sleek dress cut just up
to the thigh adorning her body. Her lips are painted a crimson
red with a pale shade of pink shadowing her eyes. Upon closer
inspection, we find it to be none other than Izzie McDee. Mic in
hand - bleach blonde hair flowing down over her right eye.]
So itís like, you knowÖ
[She bats her exposed long lash
McDee: The landscape of what I thought this
sport was, has morphed into something that I donít quite
recognize. I grew up with certain expectations. A back and forth
battle of words fueling the anticipation of an upcoming match. A
witty line here, a contingency plan there, someone getting
strung up to a scoreboard - but Iíve been met with nothing but
boredom in the way of competition and on the airwaves. We just
go out there week after week and fight these empty, hollow
matches with no meaning or respect to the community that came
before it. And to that, I simply sayÖ enough is enough.
[Izzie leans up in her chair just a bit.]
Iím going to be the first one to stir the pot. Iím going to
remind each and every one of you why weíre here and why we do
what we do. Iím not going to wait for a line to form in order to
to do it. I want a match with Showtime. AOWF Title on the line.
Make it a cage match. I want to kill two birds with one stone
and lead this place to prosperity. Iím tired of sitting back and
watching the paint dry. Iím tired of us pretending Marcus
Ambrose should be celebrated as a champion. Iím tired of that
belt not residing in the hands of a Charm.
[With a quick
push, Izzie comes to a full sitting position, legs now down in
front of the throne.]
Izzie McDee: So with that being said, tonight,
Jacob Figgins becomes my first building block. One of many. Iím
not going to pretend that I remember you being a somebody, Iím
not going to praise your skills or put you on a tier that youíre
undeserving of. Youíre just a somebody in a sea of faces to me.
A means to an end. A litmus test to my claim. Youíre just you.
Jacob Figgins. One of those folks from yesteryear that becomes a
footnote in my ascension. I wish you the best of luck in all of
lifeís affairs after this evening, honestly, I do, Iím sure
youíre just a superb guy. But tonight? Tonight youíre little
more than cannon fodder for yours truly. Goodnight and goodbye.
[And just like that - she flips the chain to the light down
with SNS versus Meghan Kelser with Thunderwolf
Time Limit: 15
[ The classic tune Rob Zombie
turned into a music video for the movie Beavis and Butt-Head Do
America while he was with his band White Zombie starts to play
and as the song picks with the entering guitars the stage
explodes with fire as Mad Max makes her way out from behind the
curtain to the jeers and a few cheers from the fans. She gives
her wicked smile raising her fists in the air, middle fingers
fully extended as Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the
curtain as well. ]
~I black the temper
Never seen the
face of truth
Sweet Mr. Jesus
Infected on my skin
mist around you
I'm crawling on the side~
Hailing from Marieville, Quebec Canada... weighing in at one
hundred and sixty-five pounds... accompanied by Scott Nash
Strader she is....
~ Sheep for another
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will
[ Max with a sinister
sneer casually moves her head to the beat of the song as she
swaggers down to the ring with a thick layer of unearned
arrogance about her. ]
~ Dead barks around you
in a river black
He's falling on the way
A falling wall of sound
Say that you love it
Don't make me turn it down ~
[ Max pulls herself up,
turns around to face the fans and gives a even more arrogant
smile before she flips backwards over the top rope onto her feet
inside the ring. She jumps and lays across the top rope and
turnbuckle casually awaiting her opponent as SNS takes his spot
on the floor in her corner. ]
Eric Emerson: And her opponent!
"UnchaniedĒ begins to play as the houselights slowly dim. At the
twelve second mark lights begin to flicker as the beat and
rhythm of the song begin to become louder.
You say, I cannot get there from here, baby
Then I don't care where I'm goin'~
Introducing to you nextÖ
[ The ADCtron lights up with the
chrome ĎSí emblem and explodes into shots of Meghan, smacking
the taste out Shadow Starrís mouth with a kick to the jaw,
stepping on Ai Meiís skull, pinning Corey Lazarus one two three
and the last shot of her being her holding one half of the PWA
Tag Team Titles. Her name flashes on the screen, and a small
amounts of pyroís shoot off as Meghan steps out from behind the
curtain followed by her husband the infamous Thunderwolf. ]
~Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
Blue-eyed murder in a size
Emerson: Hailing from London, Ontario Canada at
a height of five foot ten and weighing in at one hundred and
forty-five poundsÖ accompanied by her husband, Dustin
~Change, nothin' stays the same
Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'
nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground
[ Meghan stops and waves at the crowd as she
shifts her hips to the right side. She makes her way down to
ringside followed by her husband. ]
~I know, I don't ask
This is my chance to fly
Maybe enough ain't
enough for you
But it's my turn at a try~
finger pistols to the fan on the other side of the plexi-glass
~ Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
murder in a size five dress ~
[ Meghan stops halfway
down, looks side to side, raises up her arms and the entire
stage explodes in gold and silver pyrotechnics as a wide grin
comes across Meghanís face.]
~Change, nothin' stays the
Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'
ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the
[ At that Meghan turns it into a stride
and slides under the bottom rope into the ring and jumps up to
the top turnbuckle as she raises her fist in the air. She steps
down, and awaits her opponent as Thunderwolf stands in her
corner on the floor mats. ]
[ Once both women are settled
in the ring, the camera roams back up the stage to reveal Coyote
Danyel standing at the top of the ramp, apparently going to
spectate. Referee Scott Swindell proceeds to checking the knee
pads and boots of each woman before he finally points to the
time keeper to get the match under way. ]
DING DING DING
[ Mad Max doesn't waste any time and it the first to offense
with a lariat on Meghan. Meghan is taken to the mat, but manages
to get back to her feet. Megan retaliates and quickly drives and
elbow into the face of Mad Max. She staggers back, but recovers
and delivers a kick to the head of Meghan. She is obviously
stunned from the sudden kick and stands a bit groggily in the
center of the ring. Mad Max just doesn't seem to let up at this
point when she wraps Meghan's head into a cravat and launches a
knee to the face. Meghan falls to the ground holding her face,
and Mad Max continues to assault the head of Meghan by landing a
few stomps. When Mad Max finally lets up on the assault Meghan
pulls herself to her feet. Meghan wastes no time by landing a
dropkick to the knee. Instantly, Mad Max falls to a knee. ]
Mad Max starts the match up rather aggressively, but it looks
like Meghan found her opening
Gerry Essex: Why is Mad Max trying to
smash Meghan's face?
[ While Mad Max is trying to get
back to a vertical base, Meghan rebounded off the ropes and
landed another drop kick, right to the chest. Megan quickly
jumps onto the second rope and flies off landing a springboard
elbow drop. Mad Max rolls back to her feet after the impact to
the chest. Mad Max grabs Meghan and side steps trying to take
Meghan to the mat with a hiptoss but Meghan manages to wrap her
leg with Mad Max's making her unable to lift Meghan. Meghan
breaks away from the grasp and goes for a kick to the stomach
but Mad Max catches her leg, but Meghan reverses it with an
enzuigiri to Mad Max's head. She slumps back against the ropes
after the hit, her head slightly swimming. Meghan moves toward
Mad Max, but suddenly gets caught in the gut with a back heel
kick. Mad Max takes advantage of Meghan getting the wind knocked
out of her, by slipping on a choke hold . Mad Max powers Meghan
to the mat and lands one or two stomps. Meghan rolls out of the
way of Mad Max's feet and stand back up, nailing Mad Max hard in
the face with two elbow smashes. ]
If you guys expected hair pulling and slapping, you are watching
the wrong match. So far both women have been pretty smash mouth.
[ Meghan slips behind the stunned Mad Max and nails a back
suplex. Meghan suddenly sends Mad Max to ringside with a
baseball slide. Scott Swindell starts the count (.1) Mad Max is
back on her feet and Meghan slides out of the ring. (..2) Mad
Max puts a halt to any offense Meghan planned by hitting a
dragon screw..(...3) Mad Max walks up the fallen Meghan and
tries to pull her pack up .(....4) But Mad Max was halted by an
elbow to the face. (.....5) Meghan throws Mad Max back into the
ring. But when Meghan enters the ring, she gets nailed yet again
in the guy with a back heel kick. Mad Max slips behind Meghan
and wraps up. Meghan tries to drop her center of gravity but
before she could, Mad Max launches her with an AZTEC
SUUUPLEXXXX!!~ Mad Max bridges for a pin. ]
Mad Max with a picture perfect suplex!
[ Mad Max stomps on Meghan out of
frustration, and then stomps again. Mad Max drags Meghan back to
her feet, but Meghan lands a few right hands to the stomach and
then lands a drop kick. Once Mad Max was on the mat, Meghan
locks in a knee bar. Joe drops right down to monitor the hold
and asks if Mad Max wanted to give up. She answered by nailing a
kick square in Meghan's jaw. Mad Max keeps landing the kicks
until Meghan finally lets go. Both women gather themselves
enough to get back to their feet. Mad Max sudden'y wraps her arm
around Meghan's neck and attempts a DDT but Meghan avoids it.
Mad Max grumbles, but quickly slips behind Meghan and locks in a
hammerlock . Meghan doesn't struggle much against the hold once
Mad Max Gloria shifts the hold into a waistlock and launches a
Meghan for a second time planted with a suplex. So far this far
trumps a women's match you'd see anywhere else.
[ Mad Max
grabs Meghan by the hair, pulling her to her feet , gut only to
take Meghan to the mat with a huge knee to the chest. Mad Max
follows up and kicks Meghan in the head while she is on the
ground and then proceeds to stomp on her opponent. Mad Max once
again pulls Meghan to her feet, and connects with a rather
deliberate swinging neck breaker on Meghan. Mad Max goes for the
Meghan really felt that swinging neckbreaker!
[ Mad Max sits up, shaking
her head, wondering what it was going to take to keep the young
Strader down. Both women go to their feet and Mad Max grabs
Meghan by the arm and breaks it over her shoulder. Mad Max
Gloria attempts a DDT but Meghan grabs the top rope, causing Mad
Max to slip and fall to the mat..Meghan rushes to the turnbuckle
and land lands an asai moonsault.]
Mad Max Gloria really felt that moonsault!
[ Both got to their feet Mad Max rushes
to the ropes and springboards onto Meghan with a high crossbody.
Meghan is up to her feet rather quickly and both women begin to
brawl. Meghan begins to dominate the exchange and backs Mad Max
into the turnbuckle and delivers a huge powerbomb on to the mat.
Meghan climbes to the top turnbuckle and executes the
FATALITY!!!~ Meghan stands up. Meghan pulls Mad Max back to her
feet, hooking both arms and planting Mad Max with the
We've got ourselves a winner!
Eric Emerson: The winner of this match,
[ Meghan is about to get into her
fathers face before Thunderwolf pulls her back and calms her
What a match! Up Next, a special announcement concerning
tonights Main Event for the PWA Intercontinental Title!
Rumours admist backstage as to what this announcement could be!
[ The ADCTron lights up
and on it Tamika Kalis appears from her permanent office within
the PWA Dome, she places her hands folded on her desk looking
out to all of us . She lets the cheers from the crowd and the
fans at home via their apps before addressing the short comings
of the show. ]
Kalis: First I would like to welcome everyone
back to the PWA Dome! Now I know Adrian Kalis and Benjamin Dyce
were scheduled to compete but both men failed our rigorous
Covid-19 testing protocols and have been ordered into self
isolation. Thatís right, step mommy just ground the step son.
[ This gets a good laugh from the |St. Louis faithful. ]
So tonightís main event is going a under a slight change! I
promise youíll love it. High above the ring the PWA IC title
will reside as tonightís triple threat has become a 3-way ladder
[ This gets the pop she was looking for in order
to help brace the impact of not having the opening match as
advertised. Tamika is not in the habit in the ĎCard Subject to
Changeí loophole. She gives us the family sneer of hers as the
scene moves back down to ringside to our commentators. ]
Well at least we have a reason for not having our opening match
Yes and the main event is a ladder match? Now itís a party,
a Fig Tree in the Distance?
[We cut to
the scene of Sir Figgles applying tape to his shoulder. Slipping
on the glowing vest he enters in. Before an edit takes us to the
past. A Young Jacob Figgins driving knee into Showtime. Figgins
debut match for PWA. A time limit draw against a former five
Figgins: I was just a fury at first. The
untestested warrior. Looking to gain glory by any means. Like
all of us when the spotlight falls on us.
[Cut back to
Figgles slipping the kickpads over his boots. The veteren having
a world weary look in his eyes. The image juxtaposed by the
sudden edit to the results of the Blind mans bluff match against
Duff. Figgins holding the Grizzly beer title aloft as he ripped
off the blind fold.]
Jacob Figgins: Friends, family, colleagues.All
of them meant little once I sunk my teeth into immortality. The
sell-sword, the glory seeker. All that mattered was that next
[Shots of Figgin's ex wife, and eldest daughter
as they appeared in his promos ran as a short montage.A sudden
cut to a bloodied Figgins in a landmine deathmatch for the
grizzly beer title]
Jacob Figgins: Risk meant nothing, even when the
reward was unknown. Just one more bite of glory and I'll get by.
I was a good little vassal for this company.
montage floods the screen with images. His ups. His downs. The
world title match against Simon kalis. Figgins suplexing his
rival to oblivion. Figgins getting beaten down by the order of
I've certainly left a mark on this company. And for how long it
has been around, that is all any of us can ask for. But to be
something of legend?
[A cut to the present. Figgles in
his full gear, ready for the coming battle]
legends are stories that are finished.
[A quick turn on
his heel as Figgins headed to the entrance stage. Glance into
Jacob Figgins versus Izzie McDee
Legend Tour Standard Match
Time Limit: 15 Minutes
Izzie McDee came out with more to prove after the showing on
the previous Chaos teaming with her step mother. Izzie started
off the match against Figgles with the traditional collar and
elbow tie up moving to a side headlock chaining into a
hammerlock. Figgles was able to break the hammerlock by getting
into the ropes and turning back to face the Izzie. Again these
two locked up before Figgles sent her into the ropes following
with a hiptoss takedown. JakeyPooh began to work on the ankle
heavily, so that the Izzie would not be able to stand up and
fight back in this match. JakeyPooh whipped McDee back into the
ropes after McDee got the ankle lock broken to catch the
rebounding McDee in a sleeper hold that McDee broke easily by
dropping Figgles's chin atop her own head. Figgles broke the
hold quickly to hold at his chin, but McDee didn't let Figgles
rest as she was on him quickly with a swinging neckbreaker to
the mat. McDee made a quick cover but only got a two count.
McDee was quick on the march as she whipped Figgles into the
corner and she followed up with a quick high knee that drove the
wind right out of Figgles. McDee climbed to the top rope and
dropped JakeyPooh down to the mat with a flying leg drop and
went for another cover, but quickly decided against the pin just
yet. She pulled Figgles up to a vertical base, by the hair on
his head, and began to punch him repeatedly in the forehead with
closed right hands. JakeyPooh's forehead was turning a blood red
and it was easily seen that the blood was just under the
surface. McDee drug Figgles's forehead and face across the ropes
giving him a rope burn before he slammed him back first into the
corner. McDee pounded Figgles in the corner with repeated
shoulder blocks and the crowd was hating the royal Izzie for his
actions. McDee backed up and ran at Figgles for a body splash,
but Figgles just managed to get his feet up in time to throw
McDee backwards by nailing him in the face with the bottom of
his boots. The crowd popped big time at this turn of momentum.
JakeyPooh went to hit a leg sweeping DDT but McDee lands
Lipstick on the Collar and pulls a big win over a PWA legend in
A Word from Miss Seldon
[ We hop backstage to Lisa
Seldon, looking positivelyÖ here. Sitting backstage on a bench,
casually taping her hands and offering us the lightest of
Hello good people of PWA and welcome back to me. And before we
get into anything tonight, let me just say I can only apologise
for not being here more.
Itís true, apologising is the absolute extent of what sheís
going to do. ]
The truth is, Iíve been busy. While the rest of you were sitting
on your hands, drunk off your absolute holes or living
productive lives that were in some way a benefit to the world, I
was here doing this.
Sheís been back for like three years. Donít let her play these
games with you. ]
Half an hour ago I was in Japan. Twenty minutes before that I
was in Denver. Itís all taped, it makes sense, donít think about
it too hard.
waves it off. ]
Anyway, I didnít come here to reminisce. I donít want to
stagnate with the rest of you or sit on the porch telling
stories about the good times, when you could still see your feet
and wake up without crying. I came back to the PWA because I
want to see it grow.
Lisa steps up off the bench, 100% over this. ]
Iím leaving tonight a champion. And itís not so I can keep
trading on the memories. Itís so I can drag you all kicking and
screaming into the light.
holds out her hands. ]
Welcome to the world of tomorrow. Youíre gonna love it.
Hunter Sullivan versus Johnny Maverick versus Lisa
[ďFear of DyingĒ blasts out
over the speakers; a thunderous flurry that soon draws Lisa out
to the stage. Lisa steps out, drops to her knees and throws both
arms out at her sides, pulling some applause from the crowd.]
Introducing next a AOWF legend and anywhere she goes....
weighing in at 130 pounds hailing from Glasgow, Scotland......
IíM NOT AFRAID OF STANDING STILL
IíM JUST AFRAID OF
IíM NOT AFRAID OF SPEAKING MY MIND
AFRAID OF BEING IGNORED
[Lisa pops back up and
saunters down to the ring, beaming a smile as she takes her time
with it. Never breaking her stride she hops up onto the apron,
leans back to shoot a wink into the nearest camera and then hops
up over the ropes.]
Eric Emerson: She is LISA
WITHOUT YOU YES I DO AND I HOPE THAT YOU DO TOO
WITHOUT YOU YES I DO
WITHOUT YOU YES I DO AND I HOPE THAT YOU
WITHOUT YOU YES I...
[She lands with her
arms out stretched and does a little spin for good measure. She
then takes her corner and hops up for a seat on the top
Emerson: And her opponent...
opening of 'Subtle Hustle' heralds the arrival of three men in
hoodies. The one in the center sticks his arms out.]
'Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up.
arithmeticness, light it up, light it up.
I got the heat in
both feets, snake handler's hands.
Come back with slickness
and do it all again.'
Eric Emerson: Introducing a former Grand Slammer
of the PWA accompanied by The Hoodie Ninjas....
Hoodie Ninjas on either side of the one in the center assist him
in removing the hoodie to reveal it is in fact Johnny Maverick.
Free of the Hoodie, the Hoodie Ninjas place Johnny's fight
gloves on each of his hands. Once the gloves are on and
strapped, one of the ninjas puts Johnny's mouthguard in his
mouth. Johnny dismisses the Ninjas and begins to strut to the
Weighing in at two HUNDRED and TWENTY FIVE pounds.... hailing
from Washington, DC....
'My subtle hustle, smooth as
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.
subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I
let it ride on.'
[ Johnny struts and sways his way to the
ring, offering a few fans fist bumps (through the social
distancing plastic of course ]
Eric Emerson: the one, the only, JOHNNY
'Now I'm the
media's darling, pick it up, pick it up.
phenomenon, light it up, light it up.
I cause eclipses with a
wave of the hand.
Let them hang in ellipses and do it all
[ Johnny reaches the ring and climbs up the
steps, but stops on the apron and turns to face the audience. He
stops to lean back against the ropes and basks in the cheers of
the crowd with his eyes closed for a few moments before turning
and climbing into the ring through the middle rope] .
subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I
let it ride on.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.'
[ Johnny heads to
his corner and hops up to the middle turnbuckle, doing his
'magic fingers' psychic gesture to the audience before gesturing
to his third eye. He hops down from the turnbuckle and casually
leans back against his corner.]
'I got your number. I
steal your thunder.
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed
on my arm.
I got your number. I steal your thunder.
your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm'
And their opponent...
"Oh these are the most
beautiful-est things I have never seen..."
distorted and twisted, is strummed with depravity.
will Sh*t on them!"
[ With such gaudy cacophony the
entrance way illuminates with white rapidly flashing
strobe-lights and smoke, The latter of which is propelled with
such vehement ferocity you can hear it squeal through Owen
McMahon's gnarling bass. ]
Eric Emerson: Introducing from beautiful
St. Johns, Newfoundland Canada.... weighing in at two HUNDRED
and five pounds...
[ A timed drum fill precedes a
guttural dissonant guitar and violent snare hits that embrace a
sloppy but passionate performance. The energy is high as
Sullivan vibrantly runs out from behind the pummeling smoke. A
genuine excitement exudes from Hunters gesturing, pacing back
and forth on the stage, engaging with the crowd. ]
Emerson: He is Hunter
kin to Sullivan's multitude of performances on bar stages and
decks in front of passionate music fanatics, he returns the
crowds energy here in PWA. Knuckling fists with the star struck
crowd, they mash flesh together, compressed against a fickle
black barricade. Exuding the aura of rockstar, Hunter embraces
the warm welcome with a broad and sincere smile. The former
Viper descends the ramp in smooth motions, thanking fans and
pointing at any sign along the way with his namesake. From
ramp-way to matting, Sullivan jerks himself up onto the ring
apron in a swift motion, stepping through the middle rope and
embracing the ring. ]
Cara Townsend: From Tamikaís announcement
earlier this ladder match is sure to be fun for the fans in
attendance and the fans at home!
And they arenít waiting!
DING DING DING!!!
Hunter Sullivan immediately slips out of the ring and grabs a
ladder. He begins to fold it up, but Maverick doesn't take too
kindly to that as he runs and dives through the top and middle
ropes, smashing his body into the ladder which bounces off of
Hunter's face! ]
Townsend: What a daring move from Johnny
That idiot could have seriously put himself out of the match.
[ Mav gets to a knee, a little dazed from that move.
Sullivan is using the barricade to get up. Meanwhile, Lisa
Seldon is in the ring laughing at Johnny. Johnny looks up with
fury and gets into the ring. Seldon swings and misses on Mav,
and Mav charges forward and slams his knee into Seldon's gut.
Mav hip tosses Seldon to the mat and then comes down on her with
a high-impact elbow drop. Mav to his feet begins to stomp Seldon
a few times. Sullivan is finally to his feet on the outside and
finishes folding up the ladder. He sees Mav go into the ropes by
him and slams the ladder right into Mav's back! ]
Good Lord! Mav's spine just got crushed by that ladder!
That'll teach him. This ain't no place for college dropouts.
Did you ever finish college?
Gerry Essex: That don't apply to me
because I never went to college!
[ Sullivan slides the
ladder into the ring as Seldon gets to her feet. Seldon kicks
Sullivan in the gut and hits a running bulldog on Sullivan,
whose face hits the end of the ladder he just brought in. Mav
gets to his feet and wraps up Seldon from behind and tries to go
for a sidewalk slam but Seldon reverses with a flying
headscissors takedown! Sullivan gets up to his feet and
nailsSeldon in the back with a hard right punch. Sullivan plants
Seldon into the canvas with a reverse DDT. Sullivan tries to set
up the ladder, but Maverick hits a dropkick on him and Sullivan
goes flying into the turnbuckle. Maverick picks Sullivan up from
behind and puts him on the top rope. Sullivan is facing the
crowd and Maverick puts Sullivan in a crucifix.]
Johnny looking to rob Hunter's bank quickly...
Crucifix Powerbomb by Johnny Maverick!
And Sullivan barely misses the ladder, I think Johnny was aiming
And missed terribly!
[ Seldon gets to her feet and takes
out Johnny from behind. Seldon lays down some vicious stomps and
punches to Maverick's head and chest. Seldon slaps Johnny around
for a second, but Johnny counters with a low-blow! Seldon falls
to the mat. ]
Townsend: Perfectly legal in a ladder match.
Does that even hurt lady parts?!
[ Sullivan is up to his
feet finally after that powerbomb. He holds his back and
Maverick continues after Seldon. Sullivan springboards off the
middle rope, flying toward Maverick and catching him with a DDT
DDT into the ladder! Maverick looks knocked out!
And Seldon is still hurting from that cheap shot. Sullivan is
setting up the ladder!
[ Sullivan pulls Johnny off the
ladder, whose now bleeding at the forehead, and begins to set
the ladder up. Seldon gets to a knee. Sullivan has the ladder
set up and directly underneath the Grizzly Beer championship,
and Sullivan begins to climb. Seldon finally gets to her feet,
but she's still a bit dazed. She sees Maverick on the mat, and
Sullivan about mid-way up the ladder. Seldon races to the other
side and climbs up as well. Sullivan reaches the top and reaches
up, but Seldon starts to shake the ladder to make her presence
known. Sullivan looks down as Seldon climbs a few more rungs,
and now they are face to face. Sullivan nails Seldon with a
right, but Seldon fires back with a left. They both go back and
forth, and Seldon gets the advantage. Seldon grabs Sullivan by
the back of his head and slams him face-first into the top of
the ladder! Sullivan flies off the ladder and crashes to the mat
below. Seldon smiles and climbs up one more rung to reach for
the title, until... ]
Cara Townsend: TIMBER!!!
Johnny Maverick tipped over the ladder and Seldon goes flying
over the top ropes and lands on the outside!
That will ruin his weekend!
[ The ladder ends up laying
tilted across the top rope. Seldon crashes to the mat and lands
near the rampway. Johnny, noticing the room and Sullivan still
down, folds up the ladder and lays it face-down over the top
rope. Johnny sprints, running on top of the ladder, and leaps
off with a senton bomb, crashing down on a rising Seldon! ]
Wow! Mav is taking this very seriously !
He can't win, Cara! He has a raccoon as a agent!
Sullivan begins to stir inside the ring, and Maverick gets to
his feet. He slams his foot into Seldon's head. Mav gets Seldon
up to her feet and whips her into the barricade. Seldon hits
back-first and Mav rushes in to finish the job, but Seldon rolls
out of the way. Mav hits nothing but barricade and falls to the
ground. Seldon begins crawling fast over to the ring. Sullivan
climbs to the top turnbuckle and jumps off, going for Seldon
with a double-foot stomp across her back, but Seldon barely
dodges it! Sullivan does a land and roll, turning toward Seldon.
Seldon charges at him, but Sullivan ducks a clothesline attempt
and nails Seldon with a roundhouse! Sullivan gets up close and
personal and gives her a big chop across the chest. ]
Sullivan hits another one!
[ Sullivan takes Seldon and slams hwe face-first
into the ringpost! Seldon falls to the mat. Sullivan picks
Seldon up to his feet and tries for a spinebuster on the
outside, but Seldon in mid-air slips out of it and crushes
Sullivan' face across his knee! ]
What a counter by the future IC Champ!
care to make a wager?
[ Seldon grabs Sullivan by the head
and directs him over closer to the announcer's table. Seldon
slams Sullivan head-first into the announcer's table. Sullivan
bounces off and falls to the mat. Seldon looks at the ladder
next to hwe, the only one that hasn't been used. She gets a pop
from the crowd and then lays Sullivan across the announcer's
Oh come on, guys! Can't you do this somewhere else?
COME ON Seldon! MESS HIM UP!
Cara Townsend: You're crazy, Gerry!
[ Seldon climbs up to the top of the ladder, and all the
cameras go off as Seldon leaps off and drives her arm
elbow-first into Sullivan and the announcer's table. There is
nothing but wreckage as both men are down. The camera pans to
Maverick crawling inside the ring. The ladder he used to jump
off and take Seldon down still lays across the top rope, tilted.
Johnny begins to set it up in the middle of the ring as we see
no movement out of Seldon or Sullivan. Seldon might have knocked
herself out. ]
Essex: Good God... both these talents are down.
Sullivan looks worse than Seldon, but.. who knows?!
Meanwhile, Johnny is in the middle of the ring trying to win!
Oh wonít someone think of the children?!
[ Seldon begins
to stir, but it's nothing to write home about. Meanwhile,
Maverick begins his climb up the ladder. Slowly, but surely,
Maverick is making his way up and Seldon is finally moving her
arms and legs. Mav reaches near the top as the crowd is cheering
him on. ]
Wait a second, there's a ruckus in the crowd...
Someone hopped the barricade!
Cara Townsend: It's Virus!
Virus slides into the ring and pulls out Mav's legs from
underneath him. Mav hits face and chest first against the ladder
and then lands back-first on the mat. Mav's cut begins to bleed
even more, and the Raccoon Advocate is staring up into the
lights with a crimson mask. Virus jumps down out of the ring
showing off a pair of handcuffs he picks up the motionless
Sullivan slapping the cuffs on him and the bottom rope. Security
comes rushing out as Virus hops back up over the barrier and
escapes through the crowd. ]
Cara Towsend: Damn it! Maverick almost
had until Virus came down to lay him out and handcuff Sullivan
to the bottom rope and Seldon is out cold!
Gerry Essex: I
spy with my little eye a Seldon on the rise.
Seldon is up to one knee and crawls into the ring as Sullivan
starts to stir. Lisa kicks a motionless Maverick out of the the
ring as Seldon climbs up to unclasp the brand new PWA title from
the rung and slap the belt over her shoulder.]
Your winner and new PWA Intercontinental Champion.... LISA
[ The PWAís cameras focus on the confident
smile of the new Intercontinental Champion as the scene fades
the company logo. ]