we fade in, we are taken back to Rampage a few weeks ago!
We're back! Now we're gonna see who our guest is!
the entire arena roars to life as “More Human Then Human” lights up the
sound system, and Sirus Moran and Grifter, along with ‘Al’ appear on stage!
McDaniel: OH WOW! It’s the GRIMMS!
Rentfro: What are they doing here? They’re not booked!
McDaniel: SHUT UP!
waves ‘Al’ to everyone, and Grifter high fives the fans as the two step into
the ring. Sirus asks for a microphone, which Emerson gladly hands over,
and he taps it a couple of times, coughs and then lifts the mic to his lips.
Sirus: I’d like to dedicate my first song to Jillian Hall, the
greatest vocal artist in sports entertainment!
goes to sing, but Grifter rips the mic away. Sirus blinks at him, before smiling
and asking for it back. Grifter is tentative, but agrees.
Sirus: I’m sorry! Of course you have a much better vocal talent
then Jillian, why don’t you sing, Grifter?
hands the mic back, and Grifter looks at it, looks at Sirus and then nods
happily. He puts the mic up to his mouth and opens it and SINGS! But
it’s in the voice of Ariel from the Little Mermaid.
AHH AHH AHHH.. AHH AHH AHH!!!
the vocals lessen, (think the scene where she gives up her voice) and Sirus
looks shocked, grabbing the mic back!
Sirus: No! NO!! SOMEONE’S STOLEN YOUR VOICE!!! Whatever will we do!!?
looks sad, he has no answer. Sirus looks around frantically.
Sirus: A kiss, a real kiss of love!! We need to find you someone
who’ll love you!
then beams, and picks up ‘Al’, and turns to give him to Grifter.
Sirus: I know this will work!
finally raises an eyebrow, smirking and shakes his head. Sirus shrugs and
lifts the mic.
Sirus: Ok, enough laughs. Actually, we’re out here for a serious
crowd settles, on the edge of their seat, listening.
Sirus: I’m not going to drag this out. I know I’ve always been
a bit quirky, and some people question if I have all my marbles. The
answer is yes, I do. I got the last one back from a kid who borrowed some a
while ago to play with his friends. Good thing is he didn’t play for
keeps, or I may have been shy a few. The point in, my head’s in the
right place, and what I’m about to say isn’t a game.
McDaniel: What could he be driving at?
Sirus: The thing is, I love wrestling, I love competing and working with
everyone in the PWA. It’s my home, it always will be. But I have a
family now, of my own. Not Grifter, or Randall… Not Samantha, Mack, or
Fletcher. My own lady and my own Kid, and they need me at home. So,
it’s with a heavy heart that I announce here tonight that I plan to retire.
A flurry of images begin
on the screen, to the sounds of White Zombie..
am the Astro-
Creep a demolition
Style hell American
Freak - I am the
Crawling dead - a
Phantom in a box
Shadow in your
Head say acid
Of the blast read
The fucker lies -
Scratch off the -
Broken skin - tear
Into my heart make
Me do it again yeah
Human Than Human
More Human Than Human
Stone takes his second victory, nailing Project X with the Whippersnapper..
Engel flies with a perfect splash across Scott Nash Strader..
connects with the Master of Puppets on Jethro, images from months ago..
catches Duff out of the corner and with a jack knife power bomb, takes a
stands amazed with himself, holding the Grizzly Beer title high for the crowd to
I am the jigsaw
Man I turn the
With a skeleton hand say -
I am electric head a cannibal core a
Yeah do not victimize
Read the mother
Fucker-psychoholic lies -
Into a psychic war I
Tear my soul
Apart and I
Eat it some more
of Nightmare and El Rey fighting through several rounds of opposition, before
mostly drunk Project X taunts Chamelion from the ramp, costing him his match..
not before Sandra charges from the back to deliver an assault.
More Human Than Human
More Human Than Human
Sirus: I know; retirement is a dangerous word to use; so many have
retired only to come back time and again *coughRaizzorcough*, and I won’t lie;
maybe down the road I’ll grace this ring again. But the fact is this;
all comedy aside; I need to go home. My focus needs to be on family.
SO, Grifter and I have decided to ask for one final match. Chamelion told
me; pick ANY two PWA superstars I want to face.. past or present.. I asked about
future, but he didn’t think that would work… so I thought about it all of
five minutes.. and Grifter and I have made our choices.
Oh, this is going to be good!
Sirus: We have picked… Rob Robinson, formally known as THE
crowd is mixed with cheers and boos on this announcement.
McDaniel: Isn’t he retired!?
Rentfro: Chamelion said past or present!
Sirus: And his partner, his best friend ever in the PWA… The
I am the ripper
Man a locomotion
Mind love American
Style yeah I am
The nexus one I
Want more life
Fucker I ain't
Done - yeah
A shot of Jamie Flynn
flying high to the outside with a Suicide Devil's Plancha..
kneeling on the canvas, mere seconds away from a pin..
Quick shots of
More Human Than Human
More Human Than Human
Fade in to the Canad Inns
, as a horde of hungry fans cheer on the
beginning of the end for one of
McDaniel: Welcome everyone to the 2008
edition of MANITOBA MAYHEM!
Rentfro: What a night
we have in store for you, fans of the PWA! We have eight incredible
matches lined up, with five titles on the line! There are many questions
to be answered here tonight!
McDaniel: One of the major mysteries is who
President Sommers has lined up to replace Scott Nash Strader, who was taken out
by Matthew Engel a couple of weeks ago with a broken collarbone!
Rentfro: We know that
Sommers does not like McNasty, so you can expect the choice to be a tough
one. Maybe it's that Carry Me that's been appearing in recent weeks?
McDaniel: My money is
on Showtime, who has been seen on national television a lot lately!
Rentfro: As long as
it's not Gabe Shelley, one of the most worthless talents this fed ever had to
McDaniel: No, for that,
you look to Icetank! There is also the mystery of how the match between
Sandra and Project X will go down, with so many stipulations involved in that
Rentfro: You KNOW
Project X will have the deck stacked against Sandra, I fear that Mrs. Sommers
may soon be the new acquisition of X's, and forced into positions I can only
McDaniel: We will also
find out if Viktor Stone can made good on his promise to earn a world title bid
by defeating Matthew Engel! And of course, our main event tonight, where
the Raizzor and the Phoenix will team up for the first time ever, to take on the
Brothers Grimm in the final match of their career!
Rentfro: I hate to say
this, but that match is going to be a tear jerker, no matter the outcome!
McDaniel: As I said,
tonight will answer many questions, and it's time to find out the answers!
Let's go to the ring with our announcer, Eric Emerson, and our first match!
PWA World Tag-Team
Nightmare & El Rey (C) vs. The O'Connor Boys vs. Might & Magic
Eric Emerson: The following match
is set for one fall and is a 3 way tag team match for the PWA Tag Team
A loud guitar riff hits the PWA P.A system and begins to pick up speed, until
the voice of Dropkick Murphy's begin singing.
"You say its
because we're boisterous
You hate us 'cause we got our dignity "
At a total combined weight of 295 pounds, originally from Dublin,
Ireland ; now making their home in Boston, Massachusetts, and supposed former
members of the IRA, they claim to be the only true Irish tag-team in the PWA....
The O'Connor Boys.
The identical twin brothers walk down to the ring. Behind them the Irish
National Flag waves in a breeze on the PWA Big Screen. They stare at the ring
and seem to be prepared for any kind of fight.
"We stand together so proud and strong
This is a place where we belong "
"We got loyal friends
We keep our heads held high,
We'll stick together you and I "
They arrive at the ring and roll under the bottom rope and calmly walk to their
corner and await the match.
"But the blood that runs right down your wrist
Don't come from a knife, but the cuts on your fist "
Waiting on the entrance music of their opponents to hit the P.A system, the
final words of the first verse finish and then the chorus plays:
The city streets are where we roam.
it's our home.
Don't need no gang to watch my ass
Just loyal friendship and a pint of Bass
In the midst of the chaos and insanity
I'm a member of the working class society
We'll sweat in the ring and bleed in the streets
But our will and spirit can never be beat
You can shoot and you can kick but together we'll stick
Through thick and thin not stick or stone
Can break the bond that has here grown
Arm and Arm We Fight As One.
The city streets are where we roam."
It has been a while since we have seen Seamus and Sean O'Connor.
Count your blessings.
The must overcome the huge size advantage of both teams tonight. Especially the
enormous Moke alone of Might and Magic.
Rentfro: Add in his partner and they are a lethal combination.
Rammstein's "Amerika" cues up, and "Fantastic" Andy
Stricklin walks out from behind the entrance curtain, the fans showering his
presence with boos. Stricklin
cheers himself on, and then turns around, waving out the giant Moke Doshky - who
is carrying Stricklin's famous potted plant - and Dragon. Both members
of M&M are decked out in jeans, boots, and beaters, with Doshky's mohawk not
gelled up as it usually is. Dragon adjusts his headband as Stricklin snatches
the plant away from his client, and the trio walk down the ramp.
Introducing first, being accompanied by "Fantastic" Andy Stricklin,
weighing in at a combined weight of 650 pounds, they are the team of Moke
Doshky and the Dragon...MIGHT AND MAGIC!!!
All three reach the ring, and Moke pulls himself up over the top rope as Dragon
slides underneath the bottom one, Stricklin rushing around ringside to keep
the ring between himself and the entrance ramp. "Amerika" dies down.
I think Moke gets bigger every time I see him.
It is all of those bratwursts, the man eats like a cow.
Now introducing one half of the PWA tag team champions...
The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway.
Introducing now... standing at 6'9" and weighting in at 280 pounds...
A pulsing beat hits the air as "The Great American Nightmare" by Rob
Zombie begins to play as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and
halter tops rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the
music. The arena lights begin to strobe in synchronicity to the music as
the opening guitar riff hits its crescendo, the huge monitors flashing in
~Dig deep down from Planet X, yeah~
~Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head~
~Step right up and feel the fire~
~Hardcore love of the never dead~
He hails from Los Angeles, California... he is Jonathon Wehali... he is...
Spotlights pan through the stadium, scanning through the air. Suddenly the
entrance explodes with a spike of red Pyros as the monitors begin showing
from Nightmare's previous matches. Icons and champions go down to his kicks and
strikes. Superstars and legends tap out to his submission holds. One after
another faces famous, infamous, and unknown are shown, each being driven into
the canvas headfirst. The footage then burns away to a single word suspended
in darkness: NIGHTMARE. It then shatters, the monitor going black.
~Call me the American nightmare~
~Call me the American dream~
~Call me your soul corrupted~
~Call me everything you need~
As a shower of red Pyros rains down upon the stage, Nightmare steps through the
entrance. Red war paint marks his face.
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Who do you love, yeah~
Nightmare scans the crowd like a general surveying his troops. His gaze then
settles upon the ring. Making his way forward he slaps hands with the fans.
Trailing behind Nightmare are his manager Akira and his bodyguard Dhamballa.
~Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah~
~Lust and death gone in your head~
~Rat pack mind degenerated~
~Thirteen ghosts sing the body red~
Arriving at ringside, Nightmare selects a lovely young woman out of the crowd,
placing his signature Gargoyle sunglasses upon her head then posing with
the fans before turning to once again view the ring.
~Call me the dark intruder~
~Call me the haunted sea~
~Call me your Monster Zero~
~Call me anything you need~
Once at ringside Nightmare springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and
flips over the top.
~Call me the American Nightmare~
~Call me the American dream~
~Call me your soul corrupted~
~Call me everything you need~
Nightmare walks to the center of the ring and pumps his fist into the air. The
four corner posts of the ring erupt into an explosion of red Pyros as the
song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the dancing girls return to
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Who do you love, yeah~
Nightmare takes his place in his corner to await the beginning of the match as
Akira and Dhamballa take their stations outside the ring.
His tag team partner the other half of the PWA Tag Team Champions...
"Baila Casanova" by Paulina Rubio plays over the arena's speakers and
out walks El Rey de Corazones (The King Of Hearts).
Introducing his tag team partner all the way from
, he weighs 245 pounds
and stands at 6 foot 4 inches... he is the King of Hearts El Rey de Corazones!
El Rey walks down to the ring with his normal bouquet of red roses, he hands
them to the ladies in the crowd before making his way into the ring. Both he and
Nightmare are ready for the match.
Nightmare, Moke, and Sean are all standing in the ring, they are waiting for one
of the other to make the first move. They all move in and Moke quickly takes
Sean out with a flying right hand to his face and him and Nightmare tie up in
the middle of the ring. Moke hits a well placed knee to Nightmare's gut quickly
picking him up over head with a over the head suplex. Nightmare is quickly up,
defending his and El Rey's titles, but Moke catches him lifting him again, high
up over head; this time, in a gorilla press slam. Moke looks down at Nightmare
who is grabbing his back, he shakes his head and laughs at his opponents.
Moke didn't want to take this opportunity, but he is making the best of it.
I see the strategy, that is coming into play, with letting Moke Doshkey start
off the match.
Sean climbs up to the top turnbuckle and dives towards Moke's back with a cross
body; Moke Doshkey stumbles forward into the dropkick by Nightmare. Moke, who
had been stumbling forward, now begins to stumble back into a quick rool up pin
Nightmare on top of
the action quickly pulls Sean away from Moke, breaking the pin at a count of
Near pin there by Sean.
They have been training, maybe it is paying off.
Nightmare has Sean up and whipping him into the ropes. As Sean is coming back,
Moke delivers a huge clothesline to the back of Nightmare's head, he delivers a
face on clothesline to Sean. Moke, the stronger of all participants, picks up
Nightmare and whips him into the ropes. Nightmare, the ring wary veteran,
baseball slides under and in between Moke's split legs he delivers a dropkick to
the back of Moke's . back. Moke stumbles forwards right into a dropkick of
Sean's, same as before, but the roles are just reversed. Both Sean and Nightmare
want to get the fresh men into the match, so they tag in their partners. El Rey
climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives onto the prone form of Moke Doshkey with
a flying cross body splash. El Rey goes for the cover.
Seamus is there to
make the save, by stomping on the back of El Rey's masked head.
Seamus with a quick save there to stop the pin.
It is hard to keep up with the action so far. Dropkicks, flying, whew!
Seamus grabs the wrist of El Rey and whips him to the ropes, El Rey hits the
ropes and springboards onto the standing Seamus. He goes for another quick pin
-- Dragon in to make
Dragon having to make the save, because if Sean is pinned, El Rey and Nightmare
retain the belts.
You mean Seamus.
Oh, how can you tell a difference?
I think it is Seamus, yeah it is. Well, I don't really know. For now, he is
Ok, if you say so.
The referee gets Dragon out of the ring and El Rey is on top of Seamus with
knife edge chops to his chest. Seamus is backed into the corner from the
fierceness of the chops; El Rey jumps up and hurricanranas Seamus across the
ring. El Rey runs, jumping onto the middle rope and lionsaults onto Seamus where
he makes a cover.
Moke Doshkey stomps on
the back of El Rey, reminding the King of Hearts that he is still in the match.
To further prove his point, he whips El Rey into the corner back first, quickly
following is Seamus. Getting up a head of steam, he begins his charge towards
the two in the corner.
He just did.
Moke walks over to his corner and tags in his partner, The Dragon, who comes in
with chops flying to both Seamus and El Rey. Dragon leaps to the middle rope,
jumps up and backwards, with a spinning roundhouse heel kick to the
; Seamus stumbles out
of the corner and falls face first on the mat. Using Seamus' body as a leaping
board, Dragon takes a running start with a running corner body splash. El Rey
counters the devastating move with a heart kick to Dragon, who clutches his
chest and falls backwards. El Rey climbs backwards up the corner and dives with
a double ax handle smash to Dragon, who is still clutching his chest where the
kick connected. El Rey makes the cover.
THR-- Seamus is there
to pull El Rey off the pin.
No love lost between Might and Magic and the O'Connor Boys, Seamus just
preventing the champs from retaining the belts.
Smart move, he wants to win as bad as the others in this match.
El Rey gets to his feet to meet a charging Seamus, knee to the gut and even flow
DDT and the charging Seamus is on the mat. El Rey turns his attention to Dragon
as Seamus begins to slowly make his way to his corner to tag in his brother
Sean. Grabbing the wrist of Dragon, El Rey climbs to the top rope and delivers a
perfect super elbow drop to the exposed shoulder of Dragon. He grabs the wrist
again and makes his own way to his partner, Nightmare. He makes the tag and
Nightmare dives from the top rope with an elbow drop of his own to the exposed
and now reddening shoulder of Dragon. Grabbing the wrist, yet again, of Dragon,
he whips the former PWA Japan champion, into the ropes; Seamus is still crawling
to his corner.
Recently, OCB hasn't done a whole lot.
They are just out sized, out matched, and frankly out classed.
Dragon rebounds off the ropes right into a spinning back elbow from Nightmare;
he hits Dragon with the Requiem for the Fallen.
Seamus makes the tag to his brother.
Sean comes in and nails the side of Nightmare's temple with a big soccer kick;
it causes Nightmare to roll off of The Dragon. Sean faces the standing Nightmare
and begins to back him up into the corner with stiff forearm shots; Nightmare is
shocked at the velocity of the blows and does his best to fend off the
onslaught. Sean has him backed into the corner and is through the ropes Sean
dives with an upside down reverse hurricanrana. Sean is winded from the move and
Dragon makes the cover.
THR-- Sean delivers a
soccer kick to Dragon's temple making him roll off of Nightmare.
Dragon trying to steal a win there.
Huh, didn't see anything.
You ain't blind, you saw it.
Sean whips Dragon into a corner and charges in after him, but is caught by Moke
Doshkey's big boot.
Sean got caught up in the action and didn't realize the corner he whipped Dragon
Shame too, they were doing so well.
Dragon, looking winded and exhausted, reaches up and tags in his tag team
partner. Moke, steps over the top rope and looks to destroy anyone in his path.
Sean gets up, he is ready for any type of fight, he is caught by a massive
shoulder block from Moke; Sean goes down in a heap clutching his gut. Moke,
unaware of Nightmare for the present, is hit by a spear from Nightmare; for good
measure, Nightmare picks up Sean for a sidewalk slam.
That could have caused Might and Magic the belts there.
Cheap shot by Nightmare, hitting a man while his back is turned.
He didn't, Moke was just paying more attention to Sean.
Nightmare charges to the opposite side ring ropes and hits a perfectly executed
baseball slide to Moke, who rolls out of the ring from the impact. He bends
down, picks up Sean and nails him with his finisher, the Requiem for the Fallen.
He makes the cover.
Seamus runs in to stop the pin, El Rey comes in as well and delivers two heart
kicks, one to Seamus and one to a charging Dragon.
El Rey looks and protects the pin attempt.
Nightmare and El Rey have overcome the odds in this match and retained the
It wasn't given to them, that is for sure.
DING! DING! DING!
Winner of the match and still PWA Tag Team Champions... Nightmare and El Rey de
PWA Grizzly Beer
Jethro Hayes (C) vs. Duff Cote d'iVoire
[An old nylon-string guitar begins playing lonely notes
over the loudspeakers and the sound echoes as if it's residing deep inside
Duff looks to the side and finds the shovel, he begins to hit Jethro time
after time in the head with the weapon. He is almost like a man possessed with
the determination to do some damage. Duff whips Jethro into the metal gate,
which is becoming extremely damaged and nails Jethro with the Master of Puppets.
Picking up the shovel again, he chases the hogs back and nails a few of them
with the weapon.
of a sewer. When the first drum beat hits, building the anticipation, a series
of black lights illuminate the stage and vapor dances in its glow. After
about forty five seconds, the classical guitar is interrupted by Randal Blythe's
--Our father, thy will be done!--
[The classical guitar is replaced with distorted electric guitars tuned to drop
D, playing the slow and droning "Vigil" by Lamb of God. The lights
the curtain flicker in a constant strobe and Duff Côte
emerges from the back wearing long, black leather jacket. Beneath this, he
wears a black
tee shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots.]
--I have denied--
--This life its worth--
--I will not be the victim--
[He glances around to the crowd and the smirk turns into an arrogant, toothy
--Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out--
--This vigil burns--
--Until the date our fires overtake you--
On the way to the ring: from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he stands at 6'7"
and weighs in at 275 lbs., he is a member of the Masters of Armageddon,
Duff Côte d'Ivoiiire!
[He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before
rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd
from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments. They throw nothing a
barrage of jeers at him as he laughs at their discontent.]
--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--
[Duff jumps down from his perch and waits impatiently for his opponent's
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
~Ain't much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy
The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John Deere 4720
tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up from the muffler.
~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy
When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving
forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an hour.
"From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... Jethro
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
~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor,
toots the horn while 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 Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy
He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps
and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.
~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with the
~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy
He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in the air,
still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a fiddle.
~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy
Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd;
shaking his head he prepares for the match.
~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into
Security personell come out and escort both Jethro and Duff out of the ring and
out of the arena; they head backstage.
Where are they going?
I assume to their match.
A camera is set up backstage so that the fans in the arena can see the match on
the PWA big screen. Out from the arena's back doors walk Duff and Jethro. The
scene is showing a hog pen full of mud, weapons, and things not meant to be seen
in a PWA wrestling match.
I don't even want to think what all is in that pen.
I heard that you had to clean it out.
Damn if that's so.
In the back of the parking lot is a hog pen, on four sides of the structure is a
wooden fence, to keep the combatants inside until the match is meant to be over.
On the inside of the fence is 3 strands of barbed wire around the wooden fence,
along with electrified wire fence; barbed wire is also weaved into the wooden
fence. Inside the pen is hogs, mud, other brown substances, water, at least
assume it is water, slop troughs, a shovel, and a metal slop bucket. Duff looks
disgusted with the match that he must compete in, but the hatred for Jethro
Hayes is even more evident on his face. Eric Emerson has walked out back with
the wrestlers for the match, he has brung a microphone with him to announce the
winner to the crowd as soon as possible.
What a hick match, I mean come on, really?
Jethro and Duff make their way into the pen, but are stopped from beginning the
match by a referee, he motions to Eric and says something to the two.
He pauses for a moment. He swallows.
A Hog Sloppin' match. To win the match, you must escape the pen through the
gate, your opponent must be bleeding, and you must shut the gate back before any
hogs can escape. If any hogs escape, the match must continue, after you have put
the hog back into the pen.
Duff looks disgusted and Jethro looks like this is just another day at the farm.
The two are motioned that the match can begin and they tie up in the mud. Jethro
with a quick forearm and elbow combination has Duff reeling. Duff is in the
corner of the pin, near the electric fence, but not quite touching the power that
forces its way through the wire. Jethro climbs up and nails Duff with three slow
and very deliberate right fists. Duff pushes him back and Jethro slips in the
mud. Duff taking the opportunity, charges at Jethro with a clothesline and
Jethro is the first to get in the muck. Duff walks around to the head of Jethro
and stomps away at the forehead of the current champion; it drives Jethro's face
under the mud and Duff holds it there for a moment. Duff picks up the now soiled
Jethro and delivers a massive body slam that causes the muck to splash up onto
himself; Duff doesn't seem to mind now. Duff crawls up the corner of the pen,
making sure to avoid the barbed wire and electric fence and dives with a double
ax handle smash to the chest of Jethro. Kneeling in the mud, Duff places forearm
after forearm shot to the prone Jethro before pulling him to his feet. Duff goes
for a chop, but Jethro falls to one knee and delivers a huge right hand to the
exposed ribs of Duff. Duff's eyes bulge out from the force of the blow and he
seems winded. Jethro is quickly up and falling backwards, DDTs Duff into the
mud; this causes Duff's face to go under the brown substance for a second. Duff
comes back up sputtering for air and Jethro grins.
I can smell it from here.
Ok, Drama King.
Grabbing the back of Duff's head, he carries the sputtering man to the fence
where he drags his face along the barbed wire until blood is left on the prongs
and fence from the brutality.
How brutal and cruel.
I can't deny that.
Jethro looks at his handy work, smiles, and then splits Duff's legs over the
electrified fence; Duff screams from the shocking pain.
That isn't going to make Alexus happy, nope not at all.
Nor Duff for that matter.
Jethro looks around and grabs the shovel, the part that goes into the ground is
wet from the liquid. He holds it to the fence and near the middle of Duff's
legs, blue sparks fly from the tip of the shovel to Duff's privates.
Definitely not happy now.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
not funny, not at all.
Jethro takes a swing of the shovel at Duff's head but misses and as Duff is
falling off the fence, finally, he pulls Jethro down in the muck with him. Both
men are on the ground and in the mud, but Duff manages to grab a nearby slop
bucket and swing it at Jethro as they both still lay in the mess. Duff struggles
to his feet and brings a now woozy Jethro with him. Duff's face is pouring
blood, but he seems tot to notice as he whips Jethro into the corner. Taking the
back of Jethro's head in his own hands, he drags him across the barbed wire; but
no blood is seen.
Yeah, wait, where is the blood?
Duff grins at using Jethro's own trick against him, but frowns when he looks
down at Jethro's face to show no blood. He curses and takes the face of Jethro
again and drags it across the barbed wire, one more time. He doesn't even bother
to look at Jethro, he drags it again across the metal spikes of the barbed wire
two more times.
Finally, blood... WHAT?! No blood?! How?!
There is something hanging from Jethro's forehead, but what is it?
Wait a second, that is that new skin stuff, damn cheater!
He knew what the match was going to be going into it, it is his to do whatever
he wants to.
Preventive medicine, that is all (chuckling) Not so dumb now is he?
Duff grabs the face of Jethro and plants vicious rights into his temple before
beginning to peel away the many layers of new skin. Duff again, takes Jethro's
face across the barbed wire.
Bust his damn nose, he can't protect that with new skin.
Duff, having seemingly heard him, lifts Jethro to plant him face first onto the
wooden fence; but Jethro's chin meets the wooden fence instead of his nose.
There is still no blood; Duff whips Jethro into the wooden fence and as Jethro
stumbles back, hits him with the Master of Puppets. As Duff turns to possibly
drag Jethro's face across the barbed wire again, a hog runs into the back of his
legs and causes him to stumble forward and Jethro is up and on top of him with a
Lou Thesz press; Duff's neck is on the bottom strand of the barbed wire as
Jethro pounds away at his face. Jethro pulls Duff to his feet and whips him
across the pen back first into the metal gate. Duff stumbles away from the gate
and Jethro hits a spine buster to Duff onto a wooden slop trough. Both men are
obviously given out and are just fighting on adrenaline, but Jethro manages to
whip Duff towards the opposite side of the pen into a wooden section of the pen.
Duff reverses the whip and Jethro smacks back first into the barbed wire wrapped
wood. Duff manages to charge at Jethro and deliver a running high knee. He then
takes his head across the barbed wire face first, and finally to a grinning Duff
there is blood pouring down Jethro's face.
Damn, finally. How many layers did he have on?
Obviously, not enough.
Big man, hitting defenseless pigs.
But a winning paycheck, not to mention a championship, is on the line.
He whips Jethro into the gate again and another Master of Puppets. He stumbles
towards the gate, unhooks the electric fence and walks out of the pen.
DING! DING! DING!
Winner of the match and NEW PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... Duff
Duff overcame all the odds.
Damn right he did, now I can go collect my cash from my bookie.
Huh? I didn't say anything.
Viktor Stone (C) vs. Matthew Engel
Eric Emerson: Introducing
first, hailing from Bailey's Bay,
Chains takes over the sound system. The smooth and undeniable guitar of Jerry
Cantrell takes over your mind and body. His riffs are simple to begin the song,
but they speak volumes. The crowd is a little confused.
Eric Emerson: He
stands six feet even...
vocals of none other than Layne Staley kick in. His voice is unique, his tone is
melancholy, but his message is pure.
chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home
Eric Emerson:...and weighs in tonight at two hundred
and twenty pounds...
Engel appears from backstage on the ramp way. Cantrell's guitar becomes
amplified, as the song sinks deeper. Matthew Engel is wearing a dark green
tuxedo, as usual. He has a black silk shirt, black tie, and black Oakley's.
Silver and Green Pyros shoot off as he makes his way down to the ring. He is
Eric Emerson: He
is the leader of the Masters of Armageddon... he is "THE VIRUS"
gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead
Engel is completely focused on the ring. He ignores the fans as he enters
through the ropes. Cantrell's guitar takes it to high gear as the song comes
near its end. Engel takes off his jacket, tie, and shirt to reveal a white
beater underneath. He begins to stretch in the ring.
McDaniel: This has match of the night written all over it.
Match of the night, with everything that is reading on this baby, you might as
well call it Match of the month.
Eric Emerson: And
now introducing the Champion…
pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck"
by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the
entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy
jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and
the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up. Over his
shoulder is the PWA TV Championship.
"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Eric Emerson: Coming
in at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...
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
Eric Emerson: He
drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck
Eric Emerson: He
is the reigning PWA Television Champion…he is VIKTOR “THE BEAST” STONE!!!!
Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He places his belt on
the turnbuckle and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his
shirtless, and Tattooed body. Stone grabs the title and thrust it in the air as
the crowd goes wild. Viktor hands the belt over to the ref. He starts to stretch
against the ropes and then leans in the corner, staring at Engel as he waits for
the match to start.
McDaniel: And the ref calls for the bell.
the other man down, they make some rather crass comments to one another about
how the match is going to end and some others things that may not be cleared for
airing. Once this goes away, the two begin to go at it with a tight
collar-and-elbow tie-up. Both men being of near- equal body type and
height/weight, neither one of them manages to find a real advantage as they
jockey for position.
Hopefully they’ll hurry up and start beating the Hell out of each other.
Stone gets the upper hand and applies a tight side headlock to Engel. He grinds
the hold tightly, but Engel shoves him off the ropes. Stone bounces back on the
rebound and knocks the Virus down with a Shoulder Block. Smiling that the
advantage is his and not Engel’s, Stone bounces off the ropes and looks to
take his head off with a Clothesline as Engel hops up, but Engel sidesteps the
champion. Off the rebound, he SNAPS him over forcefully with a headlock takeover
and now has The Beast dead to rights in the center of the ring.
McDaniel: These two are just about even in every way as far
as stats. Stone excels in the mat and striking game while Engel’s most
prominent in-ring trait is his adaptability. A master of not one particular
style, but just unorthodox enough to give him the advantage.
BOH-RING! Translation, Engel flies circles around people and Stone beats them
Television Champion manages to pick himself up while Engel’s hands are wrapped
around his neck. He shoves The Virus back to the ropes, but Engel bounces back
and drills Stone with a Spinning Heel Kick! Stone staggers back trying to stay
on his feet, but his opponent quickly cleans his clock with a few right hands!
Staggering Stone back into the nearest corner, Engel wastes no time, measuring
up his target and throwing several HARD Knife-Edge Chops!
McDaniel: And Engel has the clear-cut advantage!
jabs a thumb into Engel’s red eye, stunning him long enough to mount a
comeback. He turns Engel around so he’s in the corner, then FLOORS Engel with
a barrage of STIFF Snap Kicks to the chest and stomach of the opponent.
Back in the driver’s seat! THAT’S why Stone is the champion and Engel is a
McDaniel: I’d hardly call an athlete in the class of Engel
a "mere challenger."
paces for a moment rubbing his jaw and chest! He does a few jumps in place and
starts to measure up Engel, but as he turns around a picture-perfect Dropkick
from the Virus sends Stone scurrying to the outside.
McDaniel: And this may be a smart move on the part of Viktor
Stone. He needs to stop underestimating Engel because at the drop of a hat, it
could very WELL be lights out for him.
a reprieve in front of the announcer’s table, Stone thinks he’s very well
safe from the onslaught of the former Intercontinental Champion. However, he
sees an Engel-shaped blur out of the corner of his eye that looks like it’s
trying too hard to fly.
McDaniel: HOLY HELL! ENGEL JUST FLEW OUT OF THE RING AND
CAUGHT VIKTOR STONE WITH THE SUICIDE DIVE!
Why can’t the move live up to its name and break that fool’s damn neck?!
men try to pick themselves up following the high-risk maneuver from Engel. The
Virus is up first and throws a few Forearm Shivers into the back of Stone’s
neck before tossing The Television Champion back into the ring. Engel, seeing an
opportunity to inflict more punishment, springboards off the second rope and
brings down 220 pounds across the neck with a Corkscrew Leg drop!
doesn’t let the lack of a win deter him, opting to punish Viktor further. He
picks Stone up and fires him into the ropes, but Stone puts his hands on the mat
and handsprings off the ropes and catch Engel running in with an Enzugiri…
HAHA! Viktor was playing possum! THAT is exactly why Stone is a Champion-class
athlete! He knows where he is at all times!
McDaniel: We can’t refute that a bit.
kick to the head is paying dividends as Stone has safety from an Engel
onslaught, Viktor pulls himself to his feet and goes to town on the fallen Engel
with NASTY stiff kicks to the back! A trifecta of shots makes Matt arch his back
and cry out in pain as Stone bounces off the ropes and PUNTS him hard in the
face. To complete the set of moves, Stone springs off the adjacent set of ropes
and flies high in the air, coming down HARD across the back of Engel with a
Double Knee Drop!
McDaniel: Viktor Stone with amazing height!
a hideous scowl reminiscent of a guy in a horror movie that doesn’t like what
he sees in the mirror, Viktor throws an endless supply of Boxing-esque right
hands aiming directly for the back of the head of Engel. The Beast narrowly
avoids the count and picks up Matt before whipping him into the closest corner
and unloading more Punches.
McDaniel: Stone is trying to prove a point. This week some
harsh words from Engel seems to have started a fire under the Champion.
Do you blame him? Stone has been on a tear ever since winning the TV Title and
yet hasn’t been named Wrestler of the week of anything. What disrespect shown
to a man that might be our next World Champion.
McDaniel: I’m sure that Viktor has the respect of everyone
in this company.
unloading punches, Stone scoots back a few steps allowing Matthew to drop down
in the corner. Stone hits the ropes running full-bore, PLOWING Engel in the head
with a Low Running Yakuza Kick! Slowly, The Television Champion rolls Engel into
the center of the ring and goes for the pin attempt.
putting a fist through the mat, Stone yells at the referee for counting slow.
After the ref begs off a beating from Stone, Viktor turns his attention back to
Engel. He goes to toss Engel into the corner, but Engel leaps to the second rope
and goes for a cross body! Stone quickly hits the ground ducking the cross body attempt. But Engel is quicker than Stone to get back to his feet and as Stone
McDaniel: SUPER KICK!
drops atop Stone’s shoulders for the cover.
McDaniel: Great offensive counter by Engel. He almost had
Stone off that big-time Super kick!
That’s bull rap! He should’ve been DQed for using the ropes!
McDaniel: He was on the turnbuckle, stupid.
measures up Stone and tries taking his head off with a low Roundhouse Kick, but
Stone dodges the oncoming kick. Turning around, Engel walks right into a nasty
Over-the-Shoulder Jawbreaker to stun him. Buying himself some time, Stone tries
to whip Matt to the opposite side of the ring again, but Engel reverses by
planting his boot in Stone’s gut near the ropes. He dashes at the champion
McDaniel: HOLY HELL!
DAMN, HE FLEW!
catches Engel at the apex of his jump and HURLS him over the ropes with an
Exploder Suplex that dumps the former IC Champion out to the floor.
Think you for flying “The Beast” Airways…hahahahahaha…
has yet to recover from the gruesome impact of the Exploder, but Stone
couldn’t care less about Engel’s well-being. Stone smirks and wraps both
arms around Engel’s back before driving him HARD back-first into the ring
apron! Engel cries out in pain from the back-to-back brutal maneuvers, but Stone
ignores them completely and rolls him back under the ring. Fully convinced
he’s got this match wrapped up, he drives a forearm into Engel’s face with
ON THE ROPES!
manages to save himself some energy with the errant foot on the ropes. Stone
realizes Matt may still have a little in him, lifts him up. Viktor yanks
Engel’s head down before STIFFLY driving a succession of knees aimed at the
McDaniel: And now Stone is showing off those MMA style knee
HEY! If Engel wants to disrespect the champ, he better be prepared for exactly
THIS. Stone is an ANIMAL in that ring, plain and simple. Matthew showed studied
Stone’s match with PX, so he could understand what type of rage Stone has.
blood, Stone takes him down to the mat with a DDT and begins to let the knees
go, throwing each knee as hard as he possibly can. After about ten or so knees,
Stone backs away, gritting his teeth at Engel who notices the open wound.
McDaniel: Damn it! Engel’s been busted open! He’s
bleeding a little bit, but the longer this goes, the longer it could go in
the woozy Engel over, he goes for the cover.
self-proclaimed Virus of PWA throws a defiant shoulder up, but Stone doesn’t
waste any time dishing out more brutality with several nasty kicks to the head
as Engel tries to mount a comeback. He staves off a few of the kicks by blocking
them and throwing several rights to halt Stone’s momentum, but another
powerful knee to the face inhibits his comeback. Stone slashes a thumb across
his throat to say "I’m done with this shit!" and looks for some move
resembling a Fireman’s Carry.
McDaniel: Looks like Stone is setting Matt up for that Verge
of Sanity move.
Get ready to ring the bell, ref.
Engel is able to kick his legs out…
McDaniel: REVERSE DDT!
Damn nice counter, but is it enough to change the tide?!
himself some time from the Beast’s blitz, Engel grabs his head and wipes some
of the excess blood away with his hand before rolling over and climbing to his
feet. Stone, not liking this horrid turn of events for the match, swings wildly
at Engel, but the Bailey’s Bay native ducks the oncoming blow and plasters him
with a Jumping Knee ala Triple H! Two kicks to the ribs stuns The Beast long
enough for Engel to whip him to the ropes. Stone reverses and tries for a
Short-Arm Lariat, but he ducks under the move, wraps up Stone in a Half Nelson
before driving the back of Stone’s head to the mat.
That came out of nowhere!!!
McDaniel: That’s that Half Nelson Leg sweep! Engel quickly
goes for the cover!
McDaniel: So close to getting the win right there, but
Stone’s managed to stay in the game so far.
up three fingers to the referee doesn’t sway the ref in favor of Engel, so he
just continues the assault by picking Stone up and hurling him into the nearest
corner. From there, Engel ascends the turnbuckle and introduces The Television
Champion to a series of hard Elbow shots to the forehead that the fans count
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
HAHA! Great counter there!
McDaniel: DAMN, what a move! Stone either from weak legs or
smart thinking, drops down. Letting Engel fall face first onto the turnbuckle.
great in-ring presence, Stone grabs Matt by the waist and lifts him in the air
as he walks out towards the middle of the ring. Engel, showing that there is a
reason why he has won many titles in his career, drops an elbow right into the
nose. Stone lets go and Engel lands on his feet. Stone staggers back into the
corner as Engel gets a running start!
McDaniel: Engel leaps over the top rope while grabbing
Stone’s head and driving his neck down across the top rope!
Hey…ref, you gotta WATCH THAT!!!!
head snaps back with vicious looking speed as he falls back to the mat. Stone
gets no chance to recover as Engel yanks him out of the ring. Engel wraps Stone
up and moves a little to the right.
McDaniel: What’s he got planned now?
damn near blinding speed, Engel is able to spin the TV champion around and
plants him into the thin mats with an Unprettier style DDT.
McDaniel: Oh, God. If Stone’s nose wasn’t broken before
it is now!
and proud of his handiwork, Engel slides Stone back into the ring. He props him
up in the corner so everyone can see the blood rushing down Stone’s face. Matt
wipes the blood that is now freely flowing from his forehead. Matt uses those
power legs to lift Stone straight up and sit him on top of the top turnbuckle!
This is not looking good; Come on Stone…hit the low blow!
McDaniel: I don’t think Stone is there enough to do
anything but bleed!
hooks Stone up and lifts him straight in the air. It looks like he is going for
a superplex, but quickly falls backwards, dropping Stone down into a Screwdriver
style piled river.
McDaniel: MY GOD!!! Did you see how Stone’s neck
drapes an arm over stone, wrapping the leg.
on some combination of madness and self-preservation, the Television Champion
shoots a shoulder off the mat, driving Engel into a hissy fit. Trying to
restrain himself and not let Stone get to him, he steps back and leaps in the
air driving his forearm right into Stone’s nose. Stone’s leg’s kick out in
pain as he starts to roll around in the ring. Engel picks Stone up and fires him
back into the corner. Engel wisely steps into the corner with him and starts to
rub his forearm onto that injured nose, making it hard for Stone to get air. The
ref rushes in and breaks the two up as Stone stumbles once again into Engel’s
McDaniel: Engel has Stone wrapped up and down to the mat
with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Stone is gonna have to start firing back with
something or this could be over in any minute. But Matthew Engel being the ring
Vet he is, has targeted that broken nose, knowing it would make breathing hard
for the champ.
Engel went for that cheap shot at that broken nose, which shows why he should
not be allow to win this match. He wouldn’t make a respectful champion!
McDaniel: I’m sure he hears your concerns and will change
his ways just for you.
Engel’s face looks like he is wearing a red mask, but he doesn’t care as he
pummels Stone into the canvas. He picks Stone up and wraps him up in a Million
Dollar Dream, but drops his arm and turns it into a choke. Before the ref can
say anything Matt lifts up and drops Stone down to the mat. Releasing the hold,
Engel rolls Stone over and wraps him up in a Tequila Sunrise.
McDaniel: Engel is leaning back with the hold in to apply a
lot of pressure. It’s hard enough to breathe with a broken nose, it becomes
harder when you are on your stomach and someone is sitting on you!
is reaching with all his might for the ropes, but the more he reaches, the more
Engel leans back. The ref drops down to check on Stone. Stone pushes the ref out
of the way with his free hand and finally touches the ropes.
keeps the hold on for a few seconds longer before letting up. Stone is trying to
push himself up off the mat, but Engel drops the leg across the back of
Stone’s head, driving his face back into the mat. Stone is breathing very hard
as Engel lifts him up. Matt fires some brutal elbow shots into Stone’s face.
McDaniel: THAT last shot has Stone on dream street.
Don’t count Stone out just yet…
goes for another Elbow shot, but Stone takes him off guard by spitting his own
blood into Matt’s eyes. Matt stumbles back and Stone quickly wraps him up.
Stone drops down while holding on to Engel and gets the roll up pin...
McDaniel: Engel kicks out!!! And you can see Stone is in no
shape to keep the leg hooked.
Damn, I thought he was down for sure this time!
now was the end of Engel’s lengthy stay in tonight’s match, Stone wraps The
Virus own arm around his neck and applies a tight Cobra Clutch-like maneuver.
Shaking the life vehemently out of a bloody and winded Engel, Stone pauses and
with what looks like all his might Suplexes Engel onto his neck. Stone sits up
after nailing the move only to fall back to the mat gasping for air.
And that is why Stone is the Television Champion. The man is able to pull out
the stops just when you think he has nothing else left in the tank.
McDaniel: As true as that is. We’ve seen Engel fight out
of tough situations time and time again! He has done what he needs to in order
to keep The Beast from getting too big of an offensive run. But it has taken a
toll on him as much as it has Stone.
ref looks at both men and starts his 10 count. The crowd looks on as both men
roll to their stomachs.
pushes himself up, only to fall back to his chest.
Come on Champ!
men are now up on all fours.
is the first to be on his knees and he looks over to Engel. With a burst of
speed, Stone lunges at Engel, only for Matt to quickly get a knee up into the
chin of Stone.
rolls over to the ropes and starts to pull himself up. As he is doing so, Stone
starts to pull himself up in the corner. Bloody face and all, the two men stare
at each other from where they are in the ring. Slowly the two make their way to
the middle of the ring.
McDaniel: Stone is up! Engel is up! What are they doing…?
It looks like they are about to let it all hang out.
staggers and meets Matthew in the middle of the ring. He swings wild and Engel
answers back with two closed fist.
ref yells about the closed fist as Engel brushes him off and fires a few more
shots before sending Stone into the ropes. Stone comes off the ropes and ducks
the big clothesline. But before Stone can do anything, Engel quickly turns
around and locks Stone is a waistlock.
McDaniel: Engel has him on the ropes now, but does he have
any more fight left in him?
tries to fire some elbows back at Engel, but Matt has the hold in good. Engel
squats down, making sure that he has a good base and throws all his weight
McDaniel: German Suplex!
rolls over while keeping his arms locked around Stone’s waist. He stands up
dragging Stone up with him. He lifts Stone up but instead of nailing another
German Suplex, Engel plants Stone face first with a Wheelbarrow Face buster.
I’ll give Engel credit where it’s due, he’s been with Stone almost every
step of the way, but that overrated prick is gonna get his! Wait and see!
McDaniel: THIS is the Engel that has won all those
arena is on their feet as Engel hooks Stone up and over and spikes Stone down
HARD with another German Suplex. Wobbling to his feet, the punch-drunk Stone
tries to elbow his way free from the second
one, but Engel ducks an oncoming shot and HURLS him up and over with the
third one. Engel hops on the turnbuckles taking a measure of Viktor Stone, who
is lying virtually out on the canvas. Engel leaps off of the turnbuckle and
nails a picture perfect Senton Bomb! He covers.
McDaniel: THAT was a very close one! Engel has Viktor Stone
on the ropes now. He’s just one move away!
No, NO, NO!
is livid that Stone has kicked out and he is measuring Stone and looking to end
GET UP, GODDAMN IT!
wobbles his way up and Engel kicks him in the gut. Engel hoists Stone over his
shoulder while holding onto their legs with one arm as he wraps his other arm
around his opponent's head….
OF PLUNDER… NO!
McDaniel: I don’t know how he pulled it off, but Stone
lands on his feet!
reaches out one of his free legs to the ring ropes and the ref rushes around to
make sure the leg is fully on before calling break! As the ref checks the leg,
Stone turns his head inward biting Engel on the side!
HA! Got him!
lets go and Stone drops to the mat. Engel goes to stay on Stone, but Stone
quickly reaches up and yanks the ref towards Matt. Engel and the ref sandwiches
into each other! Stone quickly rolls over and reaches into his baggy jean pocket
and slips something onto his fist. Stone quickly reaches under the ref and nails
Engel with a punch in the groin! Stone slips whatever was on his hand back into
his shorts as Engel drops to his knees. Stone gets up and pushes the ref out of
the way. He slips behind the fallen Engel and grabs his arms almost as if he is
about to set him up for a surfboard submission hold. But instead he raises his
left foot and brings it down onto the back of Engel’s head, driving Matt’s
face into the mat…
WHY SO SERIOUS!!! Goddamn, I remember Stone saying he was going to show off the
newest finisher in his arsenal. But I didn’t think it wouldn’t be that
brutal looking Curb Stomp!
looks down at Matt for a moment. He taps his temple before dropping down. Stone
hooks up Engel’s leg and the ref drops down for the pin.
the ref’s hand hits the mat for the third time, Stone rolls back onto his
knees. The blood running down his nose and has streamed down his chest. The ref
hands Stone the TV Title. Stone slowly stands up and looks like he is barely up
to stay up...
Eric Emerson: THE
WINNER…AND STILL PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION….VIKTOR “THE BEAST” STONE!!!!
reaches down and smears some of Engel’s blood on his hand and wipes it on the
TV Title. He turns his head towards the camera and stares at it for a moment.
Not saying anything, but all who sees knows the message.
What a brutal match! Since the new rule for the TV title was implemented, these
matches have become just about as exciting as any world title match!
Even more so, because you have to not only win it, but defend it three times,
and that is exactly what Viktor Stone has achieved here tonight!
He gets a world title shot!!
It’s by the rules of the President when he gets the shot, however, so
Stone now has to turn his attention to President Sommers and find out… and
that wait could be forever!
So, what happens now with the Television Championship?
Ya know, that’s a good question, Brian! One I’m sure we’ll have answered
very soon! Let’s move on to our
Disqualification, No Count-Out Match
Moke Doshky vs. Scottie "The Panther" Snow
Emerson:: The following match is for one fall and is a no
disqualification and no count out match. Introducing first, from
...Scottie "The Panther" Snow!
The familiar intro of the Pink Panther theme starts to play as the arena
lights dim slightly. Scottie “The Panther” Snow runs out to the top of the
entrance ramp, does a bad kung fu pose, then high tails it to the ring.
Emerson:: And his opponent...from
The arena lights turn red as Rammstein's "Amerika" plays over the
PA. Fantastic Andy Stricklin comes out onto the entrance ramp in his usual
garish attire. As the music picks up, he motions to the entry-way and "The
World's Strongest Man" Moke Doshky comes out. Stricklin leads Doshky to the
ring, holding the ropes for Doshky, which Moke ignores, stepping over the top
rope and into the ring.
McDaniel: Snow is coming in strong to this match, with two wins over the big German already.
Jon, are you high? Seriously. Scottie paid King Agony to get involved in the
match to get those wins, and even still they weren't by pinfall or submission.
The best Snow can hope for tonight is not to get killed by a very angry, very
But don't forget, Brian, Moke has already had one match tonight, so he's tired
and beat up. Snow just has to take advantage of that!
What, by hoping that Doshky only beats him up for a little while before he gets
bored and quits?
The bell rings and the two men circle each other. Snow runs at Doshky, but
Doshky easily catches him in an iron claw, which he uses to lift snow up and choke slam
him. Doshky puts one foot on Snow's chest.
Here we go!
I'll be damned.
Snow gets to his feet only to be whipped to the ropes so hard he doesn't
bounce off them, he flies over them! Doshky heads to the outside, tosses a chair
into the ring and then tosses Snow in behind it.
This isn't going to be pretty.
Doshky performs a leg drop and covers the prone Scottie Snow.
Doshky pulls Snow up by the hair.
Doshky is showing off, making up for the tag team match earlier tonight.
Doshky picks Snow up and locks him in a bear hug.
It's all over, Jon! No one has escaped the Mokey Squash!
Snow looks panicked, but can't get free. His face is rapidly turning red when
he suddenly head butts Doshky in the face. Blood spews from Doshky's nose,
causing the startled German to drop Snow to the mat.
I think Scottie just broke Doshky's nose!
Huge mistake by Snow, now he's gone and pissed off the big man!
Snow tries to follow up on his head butt but Moke swats the attack aside and
Gorilla Presses Snow above his head.
Doshky releases Snow as he brings his left leg up for the Blitzkreig. Snow
manages to twist in midair, grabbing Dosky's head and taking him down with a neck breaker!
Jon, what just happened?
Snow got Doshky off his feet is what happened!
Snow quickly covers.
Doshky tosses Snow off of him with Snow landing on top of the steel chair.
Well, it looks like it won't matter anyway. Doshky's still got some gas in the
Doshky slowly starts to get to his feet, resting his left knee, obviously
being careful with the right knee.
It looks like Doshky might have hurt his knee on that.
Well, he did already fight a match, maybe he hurt it there?
Snow sees Doshky getting up and grabs the steel chair as the crowd cheers.
Doshky looks over at Snow just before the chair connects with Doshky's knee.
Moke rolls on the mat, clutching at his right knee. Snow keeps up the attack on
the knee with the chair as the crowd chants along with each hit.
On 10, Snow brings the chair down on Doshky's head and drops down to cover.
I'm starting to come around to your side, Brian. If ten chair shots couldn't
keep the big man down, what else can Snow do?
Snow goes to pick up the chair again but this time Doshky catches it as he
swings. Doshky yanks on the chair, pulling Snow in for a short clothesline.
Doshky gets to his feet and picks Snow up, once again Gorilla Pressing him high
in the air. As he releases Snow and bring his left leg up, his right knee
buckles and Doshky crashes face first onto the mat with Snow landing on top of
him and rolling off.
Looks like Moke is going to have to go back to the Mokey Squash to finish this
Snow is in the corner, pulling himself up as Doshky slowly gets to his hands
and knees. Even more slowly, Doshky manages to straighten up, now kneeling on
both knees. Snow suddenly charges out of the corner and spears Doshky, bending
the huge German backwards, his legs folded double beneath him.
Scottie just hit the Snow Plow!
And look at Moke! His legs are under him, how's he gonna kick out?
Snow hurries over to cover!
Eric Emerson: The winner of the match,
Scottie "The Panther' Snow!!!!!!!!!
I don't believe it! Scottie "The Panther" Snow just won a match!
Not just A match, Jon, but the most important match of his life! Now Rob
Robinson is going to manage his career! What the hell is going on with the
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!
Riiiiggghhht! Now, our next match……….
The arena lights dim as indigo stage lights face toward the
entrance... some music starts softly with a bell noise.
I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I would never follow you
I would never bother you
Never speak the word again
I would crawl away for you
I would stay away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt to fail
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
Who could this be?
Oh, My God!
Marcus steps out onto the stage. He takes a deep inhale letting the world rest
on his shoulders. He's wearing tights that go past his knees and low cut shoes.
On his body is on old school blue PWA shirt. He looks straight at the ring and
begins to easily walk down the aisle. He doesn't touch any of the fans hands as
he comes down, but he knows they are there.
That’s Showtime! Showtime’s back
in the PWA!
The fans seem happy to have him back!!
I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Lets talk about someone else
Stinging silver begins to melt
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt to fail.....
Marcus enters the ring with a mic in his hand. The crowd gives him a good
applause and he has a pleased look is on his face. It takes about thirty seconds
for the crowd to quiet enough for him to talk.
Marcus: Hi. (the crowd goes mildly ecstatic for this)
Marcus: Well Mr. Charm-Lion told me to come out here tonight because he had a
big surprise for me. And I don’t think he’s bringing back the PWA Japanese
title, so ummm I’m ready, Mr. Sommers.
(Marcus puts the mic down and waits a second, then waits for Chamelion’s music
to hit. ‘Come with Me’ starts up and the crowd roars, turning their
collective attention to the ramp, as Chamelion steps out, with his own mic and
nods down to the ring.)
Well, well, Marky Mark! I have to say, I never expected you to actually step
foot into that ring again. I mean,
sure, we’ve had our differences from time to time, but when I re-started the
PWA, you were one of the very few hold outs that just seemed to truly be
retired. Now, as for your opponent,
who did I find for you?
He pauses and grins mischievously.
Is it MVP? (Pause as the crowd boos) The
Mask Lard? ( A mixed reaction, including laughter) Or maybe even Angel? (Huge
roar of approval for that one) No…I got someone even better.
(The lights go out completely out and
in Chains “Man in the Box” begins to play)
Oh I had to go Thailand to find him, and pay a little extra to get him to come
here but for one night and one night only, standing six foot three, weighing in
at two hundred fifty five pounds, ladies and gentlemen I give
(Out comes Showtime’s former tag team partner. Yet gone are what made him a
person. He is a maniac, a sociopath, a danger. He has on long dark red tights, a
shaved head and a blank stare on his face. He looks as muscular as ever. In the
ring Showtime seems unworried about this taking a step back in the ring and
waiting for Jay. Jay slides in seemingly unaware who Showtime even is. Back on
the stage Chamelion still has a nice grin on his face)
Oh and to help you out Marcus this match is no DQ!
Showtime vs. Jay
With that the bell rings. Marcus runs at Jay but is met
with a stiff kick to the stomach. Backing up and sucking air he ducks a lunging
close line from Jay. Jay turns back around and throws huge hooking punches and
kicks. Marcus tries to block his strikes but is back into the corner before Jay
grabs his him by the head and tights and throws him into the center of the ring.
Jay then runs and misses and elbow drop.
I am still in awe to see Showtime back here in the PWA! And now Jay, as well!!
are the former members of Sudden Impact, one of the great tag teams in PWA
History. Showtime looks great, but
Jay? He hardly looks like a former Undisputed Champion!
Marcus rolls out of the ring but Jay follows him, throwing him into the ring
post. Jay kicks Marcus in the ribs a few times, but after three kicks Marcus
grabs his ankle and does a dragon twist take down. Jay sits up only to hit with
a drop kick. Almost unharmed Jay gets back up and punches at Marcus who ducks
and goes behind him for a leg sleep.
with great presence, almost as if he has no ring rust!
what I expected, but a great showing none the less!
Rolling back into the ring into is Marcus. Jay gets up on the apron but Marcus
hits a spinning kick. Marcus climbs the turnbuckle and jumps in for a cross body
on the outside but Jay grabbed a chair while on the ground and smacks him with
it. Marcus is out on the floor and Jay gets up and goes under the ring looking
for more weapons. He comes out with a wooden bat. As he turns away Marcus has
crawled away under the ring. Jay looks around confused until a hand reaches out
from underneath the ring and grabs his ankle. Marcus pulls him under the ring
rising from a grave!
can’t see what’s going on under there!
For a few moments both men remain under the ring. Finally Marcus comes out from
under the ring. He crawls into the middle of the ring breathing hard. A few
seconds later Jay comes from the ring too by the announce table. Jay’s arms
have been tied to his body using wiring. Marcus gets up and runs towards the
ropes and hits a front flip to the outside knocking Jay down. Marcus staggers
back up and grabs a chair by the announce table. He repeatedly strikes Jay, who
is just trying to get to his feet. Jay falls down and the wires loosen enough
that he can wedge himself out.
hog-tied Jay and beat him senseless!
is a more vicious Showtime then I ever recall seeing.
He relentlessly goes into the ring towards Marcus who just stares and measures
him up. He runs at Jay with a flying forearm but is caught and Jay takes him
down locks in the Canadian Cross face. Marcus grabs the ropes but there is no
reason for Jay to break the hold. Jay wrenches back as Marcus tries to pull
himself out of the ring. Finally Marcus falls to the ground rolling around
grabbing his arm. Jay gets out there and begins to stomp him all over yelling at
to be they’re both very vicious. They have old scores to settle, these two.
Chamelion was doing them both a favor, or he expects them both take each other
Jay goes to the stairs and smashes his own head off of it and smiles and a cut
forms on his forehead. Marcus gets up but Jay is behind him and picks him up for
a high arching German suplex. Marcus is lifeless as Jay rollovers in the German suplex to do it again. But Marcus grabs his wrist to try and break the hold. Jay
answers this with hard head butts to the back of Marcus’ neck. Marcus gets
Jay’s arms away from him but the head butts cause him to fall his knees. Jay
then locks in a full nelson. Marcus on both knees is screaming, finally Jay
picks him still in the full nelson and whips him into the stairs.
hard hit, and Showtime is down!
one can seem to keep the advantage for long.
Marcus has his back laying against the stairs. His eyes barely opened, as Jay
climbs on the apron by the other ring post. He runs on the apron towards Marcus
and uses his body like a missile and dives head first. Marcus barley moves out
of the way and Jay’s head knocks the top part of the stairs off, but his knee
catches Marcus in the show. Jay seems knocked out and Marcus can barely move.
dive takes both men out!
didn’t connect the way he intended, but he got enough of Showtime where it
counts to slow both men down.
Marcus gets out from underneath Jay’s body. He moves the stop part of
the stairs of the way so the bottom flat part remains. Standing on it he kicks
Jay a few times before wrapping his arms around his waist. Marcus struggles with
the dead weight of Jay but lifts him up into a power bomb but lets Jay’s body
slump back down and he drops him for the End Product. Jay’s face is covered in
blood as he lies on the floor. Marcus grabs him and rolls him inside. With Jay
on his back Marcus grabs his legs and does a walk over
gotta be all right there!
End Product followed by a quick submission move! Jay is done for!
The ref checks to see if Jay is going to tap but its
obvious Jay isn’t conscious and after a few seconds calls for the bell. Marcus
doesn’t break the hold right away and stands all the way up. He raises his
hands and in exhaustion falls holding onto the top rope.
match! These two were brutal!
with an impressive return victory! The
question remains, can he carry the momentum towards a championship!?
he stays around long enough to climb the ladder, I promise you’re looking at a
future World Champion!
don’t doubt that at all! As they
clear the ring, with Showtime walking painfully up the ramp, it’s time to turn
our attention to the next match.
(IF X Wins, he gets Sandra for a night. If Sandra
wins, X must forever leave her alone!)
Project X vs. Psycho Sandra
Former PWA senior referee Duane Cross is in a corner of the arena, mentally
preparing himself for his big comeback in the zebra shirt. Project X approaches
We’re up next Duane, you all set for the big occasion?
It feels good to be wearing the shirt again.
Yeah, well don’t let it go to your head. It happens just like we discussed,
Yeah... I guess.
Project X pulls out a wad of cash and hands Duane Cross $500.
Here, 500 up front, and 500 after the result goes my way. You’ll have the
electricity back on in no time.
Project X goes on his merry way, happily whistling to himself.
I hate my life sometimes.
As Project X’s footsteps fade away into the distance, Chamelion suddenly steps
into shot. Duane looks at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
Hey, Duane. Can we talk?
The camera cuts back to Project X who is now walking out into the parking lot,
towards the production truck where some homeless guy is waiting for him.
Hey Bob, I’m kind of in a hurry, you ready?
Homeless Bob nods and Project X swings open the door to the production truck.
The PWA employees inside are startled by PX’s presence.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen of the PWA payroll. My friend Bob here has a
job to do, and if any of you interfere with him, you’ll have me to answer to.
Project X glares at him and he falls silent before handing a set of tapes to
Okay Bob, watch my match closely and if you see a situation developing that
relates to one of these tapes, then I want you to play that tape, got it?
Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an entrance to make!
PROJECT X VS PSYCHO SANDRA
The camera cuts to centre ring were Eric Emerson is waiting.
Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I would like to introduce the special guest
ring announcer for this match, Bud Adams!!!
What the Hell?
Bud saunters out to no music and the sound of crickets chirping. He looks as
awkward as he feels as he climbs up the steps and steps in through the ropes,
grabbing the mic off of Eric Emerson.
Um... hello, people of
Alrighty, are you guys ready to have some fun!?
Silence. Bud clears his throat.
I’m embarrassed just watching this.
Introducing, the special guest referee and the special guest enforcer, Duane
Cross and “The Ventriloquist” Rod Tidwell!!!
Project X and Tidwell used to tag back in the W4F and won a tag title together.
They were kind of an odd couple team. Looks like Project X is stacking the deck
in his favor before the bell has even rung.
I hope Sandra knows what she has gotten herself into.
Duane and Rod make their entrance to Rod’s music. The few people in the
audience with memories old enough, give a polite applause as Rod slaps some
hands and happily waves to everybody. Duane Cross looks nervous as he slides
into the ring and takes his position.
He seems about as cheerful as ever.
Bud Adams takes a cue card out of his coat pocket and reluctantly begins to read
Um... Now introducing... A God amongst men... A hero to children everywhere...
Sex in a jumpsuit... The man, the myth, the legend... the greatest PWA World
champion of all time... A future hall of famer... The man everyone aspires to
be... The one, the only... Project X!!!
“Hysteria” by Muse hits the PA and Project X strides out at his most
arrogant, absorbing the shower of boo’s that greet him and feeding off of
them. He walks out with the confidence of a man who knows that this one is in
the bag. He steps over the top rope and yanks the mic away from Bud.
Thank you Bud, for such a heartfelt introduction... Now as you all know, my
conditions for taking this match were that if I win, I get one night with Psycho
Sandra, and that I get to name all the stipulations... I just never specified
when I’d name these stipulations.
So, let me come right out and say the first stipulation involved in this match.
Should Chamelion show his face at any point during this match, I will win by
default, and get his wife for one whole night! He doesn’t even have to touch
me, just coming out of that curtain will be enough... So, with that in mind,
Sandra baby, come on out!
Psycho Sandra’s music hits and she steps out in a rage, but as she does so,
her music suddenly cuts out and is replaced with “Close to You” by The
Carpenters. She stops out of pure confusion as pink and red confetti rain down
on her from the sky.
This isn’t the kind of entrance we are accustomed to seeing from Psycho
This must be the work of Project X’s guy in the production truck!
I wonder what else he has in store for this match.
Sandra finally brings herself back to the task at hand and is even madder than
before when she looks up at Project X beaming down on her. She charges and
slides into the ring, Project X attempts to grab hold of her but she is too
quick and throws all her body weight into a spear that takes PX by surprise and
drives him down into the mat.
DING! DING! DING!
Sandra is so furious, she doesn’t even think about her moves, she just throws
a constant barrage of left, rights, head butts and bites at the grounded Project
Project X has nearly a foot a half on Sandra, as well 225lbs and control of the
stipulations, but maybe this is not quite the formality that everybody was
thinking it was going to be!
Project X finally grabs a hold of her and flings her off. He gets to his feet
but she is up quicker and drop kicks him right in the balls to groans from the
male portion of the crowd. PX hunches over and Sandra drives her knee hard into
the bridge of his nose. He collapses in a heap and goes into retreat mode,
rolling to the outside. Sandra isn’t letting him off the hook that easy and
springboards herself odd of the top rope and down onto Project X.
Sandra is kicking ass!
She is like a woman possessed. She is out to show that no definitely means no in
Project X crawls away as Sandra gets back to her feet, but she is relentless and
keeps up her pursuit. Just before she catches up to him he reaches Bud Adams at
the ring announcer table and shoves him off his chair. Sandra comes up behind
Project X but Project X swings around and catches her right in the face with the
I think he might have chipped one of her teeth!
That has to be a disqualification!
Duane Cross seems unsure of what to do in the ring until Project X grabs the
ring announcer mic.
Oh, sorry. Did I forget to mention that this match is no disqualification?
What the... he’s just making up the rules as he goes along!
Of course he is, that’s why he agreed to the match in the first place.
Project X grabs the chair again and smashes it across Sandra’s back. She
writhes in pain as she turns over and he drives it down into her gut. He rolls
her back into the ring and tosses the chair in with her.
Project X has now taken control of this match and things aren’t looking good
for Psycho Sandra.
Project X takes the chair and inserts it in between the gap of the top and
middle turnbuckles and points to it, showing his intent. He picks Sandra up and
backs her into the opposite corner. Then with an almighty tug, he sends her
rushing at full velocity, head first right into the chair with an awesome CRACK!
She falls back, eyes in the back of her head, and blood oozing from her
Well that’s no good! You don’t want blood coming out of her for your one
night with her!
I think that’s all she wrote!
Project X looks out at the crowd smugly as he slowly drags the unconscious
Sandra into the centre of the ring. He is about to make the cover when he spots
out of the corner of his eye, a 7 month pregnant Lucy Adams being escorted to an
empty seat at ringside. He gives Bud a “What the Hell is this!?” look and
Bud simply shrugs back at him.
Wow, she got big!
Of course she did, she’s pregnant! That seat has been empty all night, I
wondered who would buy front row and not show up.
Project X abandons Sandra and slides to the outside of the ring to confront Lucy
and ask her what she’s doing here. The camera’s go close in so we can hear
What the Hell Lucy, are you stupid or something!?
Lucy: I got a free ticket from the PWA offices. I wanted to see you in action.
Yeah, I bet you did. This is Chamelion’s doing. Just stay here and don’t get
Project X’s sentence cut off by the crack of a steel chair to the back of his
head from Psycho Sandra. PX falls against the barricade, blood coming from the
back of his head. Lucy is shocked and stands up face to face with Sandra and
slaps her hard to an “Ohhh” from the crowd.
One of them is pregnant Brian!
Sandra raises her hand in retaliation but seems to hesitate when it comes to
slapping a pregnant woman. This gives enough time for Bud Adams to run across
and shove Sandra hard.
Bud is sticking up for his wife, but I don’t think he’ll want to stay in
Bud seems to tremble when Sandra locks her eyes on him, but before anything can
happen, Rod Tidwell gets in between them and instructs Sandra to get things back
in the ring. Sandra happily obliges and rolls PX back in as Bud has an animated
conversation with his wife at ringside.
Pfft, women eh?
Sandra mounts PX and knee’s him right in the balls. She then picks him up and
nails him with The Lobotomy.
That’s it, Sandra’s going to do it!
Psycho Sandra makes the cover and hooks the leg. Duane Cross looks a little
unsure about what to do but gets down to make the cover, making sure to count
very slow to give PX every chance of kicking out.
Sandra jumps up and begins to celebrate. Duane Cross raises her hand but it is
all interrupted by the pre recorded image of PX appearing on the ADCTron.
Sorry Sandra, but I’m afraid this match can only be won by submission. Did I
not tell you that? Start it up again Duane!
Sandra bites her bottom lip really hard, even drawing blood from it as Duane
calls for the bell to restart the match.
I don’t think there is any possible way that Psycho Sandra can win this match!
Project X would just make some crazy rule to stop her doing so!
Yup. I heard that PX booked the penthouse suite in the best hotel in town for
Sandra takes out her frustration by putting some stiff kicks into the ribs of
Project X. PX groans back to life and tries to move out of the way but she
persists with kick after vicious kick. She throws in another kick but this time
PX catches it and trips her to ground. He gets to his feet and she does as well.
She bounces off the ropes and comes charging at PX but he seizes her by the
throat. He goes to lift her into The Probe but she jumps into it and wraps her
legs around his arm and shoulder, taking him down with a tweak of pressure and
transitioning into a fujiwara arm bar to a big pop from the crowd.
Project X is in pain! He might have to tap!
She could pull that arm right out of its socket!
She yanks back on the pressure but fortunately for Project X he is within
touching distance of the ropes. Duane Cross begins a 5 count as Sandra refuses
to let go.
Why isn’t Sandra letting go!?
Because it’s no disqualification! She’s using Project X’s own rules
Duane Cross gets to 5 but there is nothing he can do, so he just lets Sandra
keep the hold and checks if PX wants to quit to which he shakes his head.
Project X has waited too long for this, there is no way he is going to just up
and quit! She is going to have to break that arm!
That’s a pretty big arm, can she do it!?
She’ll damn well try!
Sandra applies more and more pressure as Project X cries out in pain He shouts
for Rod Tidwell to come and help him but he is too busy smiling, and talking to
fans at ringside. He shouts for Bud but he is still deep in conversation with
his wife. Out of pure desperation, Project X uses the ropes to pull both him and
Sandra to the outside where they tumble to the floor, forcing Sandra to break
Nice desperation move from Project X!
Sandra took a hard fall, so PX is the first one to get up. He tries to shake the
effects out of his arm before aggressively picking Sandra up and whipping her
into the steel steps.
If Project X was playing around before, then he is definitely all business now!
He grabs the microphone and wraps the cord around her neck as he strangles her.
The mic picks up his taunts as he does so and Sandra’s gargled gasps.
Scream for me Sandra! That’s all I want you to do!
Sandra’s face turns a shade of purple and Project X releases her. He picks her
up and rolls her back into the ring.
The blood loss combined with the loss of oxygen can not have been good for
Sandra is still gasping when PX steps into the ring, trying to get the oxygen
into her lungs. He picks her up and grips her by the throat, strangling her
again. She fights his grip, but he sinks it in tighter. He looks into her eyes
and smiles beneath his mask. As she begins to turn purple again, he heaves her
up into the air and drives her down into the mat with The Probe!
It won’t make a difference though, this match is submission only!
Just then, a pre recorded PX once again appear on the big screen.
Pinfalls are once again legal in this match after the 10 minute mark... and
would you look at that, it’s after 10 minutes!
Oh come on! This is just getting ridiculous!
Project X makes the cover and Duane Cross goes down to count.
She kicked out of the Probe!
Wow, she just doesn’t want to put out does she?
Project X shakes his head in disbelief that she kicked out and shouts and Duane
that he wasn’t counting fast enough.
Remember the agreement Duane!
Project X gets up and puts the boots into Sandra as we cut to yet another image
on the big screen, but this time it’s Chamelion and he is heading out to the
production truck. We then quickly cut back to the action in the ring.
What was that all about?
It looks like Chamelion’s going to do something about all those rule changing
tapes Project X has been airing. He may not be able to come out here, but that
doesn’t stop him going out there.
Project X had been paying the screen no attention and was continuing to put a
beating onto Sandra. He now has her on the apron and begins to ascend to the top
rope with a hand full of her hair.
He has something in mind her and you can beat that it’s not good!
PX heaves Sandra by the hair up onto the top turnbuckle with him and seizes her
by the throat.
Project X jumps off the top rope, with Sandra and drives her down hard, head
first, onto the mat with a Probe from the top rope!
Oh my God!
Well, that’s it, she’s done.
Project X goes to make the cover.
Something comes on the big screen.
It’s a sex tape! Project X breaks off his cover as it dawns on him just whose
sex tape it is. His jaw drops as he sees himself as well as... Lucy Adams.
Project X turns and looks down at Lucy, she seems just as shocked as he is. Bud
is standing beside her and shaking with absolute anger.
Take it bitch! Who’s your daddy!?
Lucy: Yes! Yes! You are SO much better
Project X has lost all sense of what is going on in the ring which allows Sandra
to recover and get back to her feet. She gestures for Duane Cross and mouths
something that looks like “Now!” to him. Project X puts his hands on his
head, not quite believing what he is seeing as Sandra comes up from behind and
rolls him up in a tight pin. Duane Cross jumps down into position and makes an
EXTREMELY fast count.
Duane Cross calls for the bell and sprints for the backstage area.
What the Hell just happened!?
I think Chamelion made it to that production truck and I think Duane Cross has
cut a deal with the green man. Wouldn’t be surprised to see Duane in PWA more
often from now on!
Project X pops out of the pin and is shell shocked that his well laid plan has
come crashing down on him. Sandra looks down on him in disgust and he shakes his
head back at her. The camera moves in close to hear the exchange between the
It wasn’t supposed to be like this!
Sandra turns to leave.
As per the rules, Project X now has to leave Chamelion and Psycho Sandra alone.
Before Sandra can leave, PX blurts out.
Sandra freezes and turns.
Did he just say what I think he said?
Project X gets down on one knee, takes off his mask and reaches into his
jumpsuit to produce a ring.
I was going to save this until after I had the night with you but plans
change... Sandra, divorce Chamelion and marry me. I’ll make you happier than
you ever thought possible!
Sandra seems to be moved and takes the ring from Project X.
She puts on the ring and tries it out. She then balls her hand into a fist and
punches PX right in the face with the diamond protruding from the ring. PX falls
to the mat, gripping his unprotected face, but Sandra climbs onto him and
pummels him with the diamond ring, opening up numerous cuts all over his face.
Rod Tidwell then slides into the ring and pulls Sandra off of Project X,
standing in between them. PX staggers back to his feet, pouring blood when
suddenly Tidwell turns and boots him in the gut. He then throws him in towards
Sandra who looks at him confused.
Tidwell: I never did like the guy.
Tidwell smiles and slides out of the ring as Sandra lifts Project X up and nails
the Lobotomy. She then takes off the ring and throws it onto his helpless body.
Sandra: The answer’s no, bitch!
Sandra just put an exclamation point on her total rejection of Project X!
Everyone is betraying Project X tonight, I wonder if he’ll ever recover!
Bud Adams steps into the ring with a microphone and a steel chair, his face a
furious shade of red.
Sandra gestures to the helpless PX.
Sandra: He’s all yours!
First I have a job to finish. I’m always a professional... The winner of this
match as a result of a pinfall, Psycho Sandra!!!
The crowd pop and Sandra nods at Bud before leaving and giving him time alone
with Project X.
There is only one thing that I need to know Lucy... Is the baby mine?
Lucy Adams if going puffy with tears at ringside. She thinks carefully on it
before finally shaking her head for “No”. A giant “Ohhhh!” ripples
through the crowd.
The shit just hit the fan and we are all covered in it!
You knew it was going to happen sooner or later!
Bud begins to shake with intense anger and turns towards the still out of it,
Get up you son of a bitch!!!
Bud marches over and shakes PX awake with his boot.
Look me in the eyes you piece of shit!!!
Lucy: Bud, stop!
This is a side of Bud Adams we have never seen before!
Someone cheating with your wife and getting her pregnant will do that to you!
PX groggily gets up onto his knee’s, his head still in a daze. Bud totally
snaps and swings the chair...
The chair collides with skull and a huge gash opens up on Project X, blood runs
into his mouth. The blow knocks him back onto his back but he is aware enough to
roll out of the ring and try and get to safety but Bud Adams will have none of
it. He climbs out onto the apron and shouts at PX.
Come back here and finish this coward!!!
He jumps off the apron and swings the chair at the back of his head.
Project X falls onto his hands and knees, blood dripping all over the place, his
eyes not all there.
Bud Adams is going to town on Project X!
The match with Sandra has taken a lot out of him and he is now too weak to
Project X tries to crawl up the ramp, leaving a trail of blood as he does so.
Bud keeps kicking him in the ass along the way. Lucy can barely stand to watch
and we are treated to the awkward sight of a woman who is 7 months pregnant,
climbing over a barricade. She waddles after Bud.
Lucy: Bud, please!
Bud points a threatening finger at her, his eyes that of a mad man.
I’ll deal with you later!
Project X is half way up the ramp when Bud raises the chair again and brings it
down across his back.
PX convulses with pain as the tears stream from Lucy’s face.
Do you love him!?!?!
I said, DO YOU LOVE HIM!?!?!?!
You shut your dirty mouth!!!
I thought we were friends!!!
Fine! You’re not my friend, and you’re not my wife! You’re both about to
see what happens to my enemies!
Bud drops the chair and grabs PX by the wrist. He starts to heave him up the
ramp and struggles against the dead weight but manages to slowly shift him up,
inch by inch.
Lucy: Somebody stop this!
Bud finally gets Project X up to the very top of the ramp and goes searching for
Where’s the pyro guy!?
Bud pops through the curtain and finds the area that controls all the pyro for
the show. He sees the guy in charge and goes straight for him.
Give me the switch!!!
Pyro Guy: I can’t possibly...
I said give me!!!
For the first time in his life, Bud successfully intimidates a person, such is
his rage. He gets the pyro switch and storms back out onto the ramp where PX is
trying to move but not really getting anywhere. Lucy is trying her best to help
Get away from him Lucy!!
You heard me!!!
Lucy backs off and Bud grabs Project X by the hair, yanking his face over to one
of the pyro ejection holes. He yanks him and makes sure he is face down with his
face directly into hole.
No Bud! No, don’t do it! There’s no going back!!!
Bud stands on Project X’s back to make sure he can’t move. PX manages to
muffle out something with his face buried in the hole.
... bud... I'm sorry...
Well friend, I’m afraid I’m all out of forgiveness!
Bud hits the switch and Project X’s face goes up in flames as the pyro
explodes directly into it. A chilling scream can be heard as he rolls over and
passes out from the intense pain. A couple of stage hands rush out a forcefully
toss Bud aside and spray a jet from a fire extinguisher down onto Project X who
has stopped moving.
I... I... I don’t know what to...
What have you done Bud?
A team of medics rush out with a stretcher and treat Project X.
Folks, the word we are getting is that Project X is still breathing okay but he
is unresponsive. We will keep you up to date on the situation as best we can
I don’t think there is any coming back from this McDaniel.
Let’s just hope everything turns out okay... Project X has now been loaded
onto the stretcher and is being wheeled into the back. We are not showing you
the images because his face is too badly burned and may upset younger viewers.
I think now it's best if we just turn our attention back to why we are
here. Next up, what could possibly be match of the night! Let's go
to ring side!
Intercontinental Title Ladder Match
Jamie Flynn (C) vs. Riona Langly
Emerson: The following contest will be contested for the PIONEER
WRESTLING ALLIANCE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP... AND IT WILL BE A LADDER
MATCH!!!! The first competitor to climb the ladder and retrieve the
championship will be the winner. There are no pinfalls, submissions, count outs
This has the potential to be a 5 star, total classic... or a gore-fest. Either
way, this is totally already one of my MOTY candidates!
McDaniel: It hasn't
even happened yet, how can you be so sure?
if I don't, Riona's crazy internet fans will lynch me!
pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights
flicker 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 doesn't really know what to think 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 red pyro goes
off on both sides of the entrance ramp as the guitars kick in most
mightily, 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 ###
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 ###
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. Th figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted
down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, bangs at the front hiding
her face as she silhouettes herself on the light.
Emerson: Introducing first, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed
in this morning at 140 pounds...
My only wish to leave behind ###
All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###
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
The first rock thrown again ###
Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###
drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing
herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little bounce.
Emerson: She currently resides in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and
is a former 2 time PWA Grizzly Beer Champion...
My first cry never-ending
life is to fear for life ###
You fool, you wanderer ###
challenged the gods and lost ###
returns to the middle of the entranceway 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 in front of the ladder in the middle of the
entranceway, and just stares... and gives it the bird before walking around it.
She stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate,
looking bup 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 as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop
as soon as the chorus begins.
Emerson: RIOOOONA... LANGLLLYYYY!!
Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
yourself and let them suffer ###
world ain't ready for The Ark ###
Riona doesn't look too pleased with Jamie's choice of gimmicks here.
But I am... I've got a great view for when Riona climbs...
that... But yes, she's shown her distaste for ladders in the past...
y'know, she's only won one in her national career, and that was a squash. She
crushed this girl Adrianna Garcia in like, 5 minutes in PCW... Otherwise,
she's had nothing but bad luck under these rules.
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
house lights dim, the image of a red ouroboros flashing on the monitor...
Emerson: Introducing her opponent, from Seattle, Washington...
the cheering, "The Pot" subtly begins to play over the arena.
Who are you to wave your
You must have been outta your
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the
Rob the grave to snow
the cradle ###
Then burn the evidence
Soapbox house of cards
and glass so ###
Don't go tossin' your
stones around ###
You must have been...
You must have been...
Eric Emerson: Weighing
in at two hundred and five pounds...
the sounds of Tool kick up and the bass begins to resonate, Jamie Flynn appears
at the top of the ramp to the ovation of his fans. Wearing his trademark
Aviators and a black hoodie, he raises his arm to them and begins his walk to
the ring. He stops at the ladder sitting in the middle of the isle and
smirks, patting it and pointing to Riona. Riona looks like she's trying to
pretend that as she continues to stretch and loosen up.
Meanwhile... Jamie looks pretty damn satisfied with himself here
. Riona has got to be kicking herself for letting Flynn choose the
Rentfro: Riona's had it
coming though. All those times that she chose the gimmick in her two
reigns as Grizzly Beer Champion, she's had this karma coming. It's time
for Riona Langly to be out of her element to win.
However, you gotta remember... each time that Riona DID not choose the gimmick
in Grizzly Beer matches, she won. She beat Vicious to win the title in a
Chairs Are Legal match, she beat SNS at High Stakes in the Explosive Barbed Wire
Death Match, and then she beat The Kumquat Kid in the Carnival Nights match at
A Farewell to Arms.
Rentfro: So, it's
the irresistible force meeting the immovable object again, eh? And it was
a C4 Barbed Wire Rope Texas Time Bomb Death Match to be precise.
Foot in mouth and head up ass
So whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round
this one ###
'til you pull it out. boy,
You must have been... so high
You must have been... so high
Eric Emerson: He is
the Pioneer Wrestling Alliance Intercontinental Champion... JAMIE FLYNN!!
slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. He walks briskly to a
corner and hops up, throwing his Intercontinental Title high into the air with
one arm and soaking in a few more moments of the crowds' admiration.
Now you're weeping shades of
cozened indigo ###
got lemon juice up in your... eye! ###
you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must have been... high! high!
must have been... high! high! ###
his shades and sweater, he hands them off to an official outside the ring.
The referee for this match, Andrew Jansen, is handed the IC Championship
from Flynn and calls for the harness to be lowered. Johnson hangs the
title in the harness and points upwards, and the championship begins to rise
towards the top of the tent that covers the ring in the case of rain. Both
Riona and Jamie watch it as they finish stretching in each of their respective
corners, waiting for the bell and for hell to begin.
* DING DING DING * * *
immediately starts the match as she rushes at Jamie and delivers a quick
running forearm that pushes the champion back into the corner. She
follows it up with a stiff European Uppercut that sends Jamie reeling. Riona
looks to follow it up, but Flynn recovers and shoves her down to the mat.
Riona tumbles backwards to her feet, and the two immediately race
forward, each putting a hand behind the other's head as they start to slug it
out in the middle of the ring! Jamie starts getting the advantage in
this exchange, as Riona's strikes start to slow down, so he presses the
advantage by pulling her forward into a gut-wrench position. Snapping
to, Riona powers out of the hold and spins around to Jamie's back, grabbing
his arm into a hammerlock. Riona pushes down on the arm, already
restarting the work that had been done on it 3 weeks ago on Rampage, and Flynn
immediately tries to counter by reaching for Riona's head. Riona pulls
back though, so Jamie goes to plan B and starts hammering elbows behind him,
smacking Riona in the face several times before she lets go of the hold.
Jamie spins around, and is met with an old friend as Riona blisters a
chop right across his bare chest. Jamie visibly grunts from the pain,
and quickly fires back one of his own. Riona hesitates from the impact,
and Jamie makes for the ropes, hoping to catch Riona off guard with a nasty
jumping knee to the face. However, Riona instinctively dodges off to the
side, running the ropes herself behind Jamie to catch him with a Lariat, but
Jamie ducks and smashes a EuroCut right into Riona. To Jamie's dismay,
Riona doesn't go down with the blow, instead using the momentum to nail Flynn
with a Discus Lariat that sends Flynn scrambling to the mat. Jamie
quickly recovers, getting to his feet, only to be met with a classic Arm Drag
as Riona flings him to the mat, and keeps ahold of his previously injured left
These two are not wasting any time in making this a physical competition.
As if there was any doubt.
No, and Riona is showing her dominance too. You go, girl!
finds himself at a disadvantage as Riona has all the leverage in this scenario
and she's not afraid to exploit it as she yanks on the arm and hammers down
forearms to the back of the neck for good measure. Jamie manages,
despite Riona's attempts, to get back to his feet and spins the hold around to
where the two of them are in a collar and elbow tie-up. Jamie gets the
advantage and pushes Riona back into the ropes, where he breaks the hold and
smashes a forearm right into her face. Riona turns her head a bit from
the impact, and then roars back with a nasty forearm of her own that pushes
Jamie off of her. Riona rushes forward and slams her knee into Jamie's
gut, spinning him with a kitchen sink and sending him right back down to the
mat, where Riona reapplies her arm bar. Riona continues to throw pressure
into the arm, hoping to re-injure it and go right back to where she was 3 weeks
ago. However, Jamie quickly gets back to his feet, even with Riona's
pressure, and tries to elbow his way out of the hold, but Riona dodges her
head enough to where his elbows can't hit her. After a couple attempts,
Jamie hits a desperation move and slams his leg into Riona with a low blow.
Now, this doesn't hurt her like it would a male opponent, but it does
cause Riona to break the hold, and there's nothing that Andrew Jansen can do
about it. Riona slumps down to one knee, but Flynn brings her back to
her feet and into a waistlock before lifting her up and throwing her in a
Overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex. Riona instinctively rolls onto her
stomach and gets on all fours, but Jamie uses his speed as he bounces off the
ropes and slams his feet right into the side of Riona's head with a nasty
stiff running dropkick.
That dropkick must have been one Hell of a wake-up call for Riona.
I don't know, Jon. Seems more like it would have knocked her out cold.
pulls Riona back to her feet and whips her into the ropes, but Riona manages
to grab ahold of the top rope and stop her momentum. Jamie charges her
and attempts to boot her face off with a Yakuza kick, but Riona ducks out of
the way and Jamie instead crotches himself on the top rope. There's a
bit of a groan from the male side of the audience, and shock on Jamie's face
as he bounces a bit on the top rope, but he's not there long as Riona runs the
ropes and slams her Reebok right into the side of Jamie's head with a Yakuza
kick of her own that sends Jamie straight to the floor. Riona follows
him down, and grabs him by his short hair, holding it as she nails him with
several of her stiff forearms. Jamie quickly rakes the eyes to stop
Riona's momentum, and then whips her right into the barricade, following her
and ramming a knee right into the side of her head as soon as she hits the
barricade. After a couple more knees to her skull, Jamie grabs Riona by
the hair and throws her over the barricade and into the crowd. Jamie
follows her over the top, but is surprised as Riona smacks him in the face
with a thrown chair! Jamie staggers from the blow, and Riona pulls him
forward into a front-face lock before DDTing him right into the concrete floor.
Riona pops to her feet and quickly cracks Jamie in the kidneys with one
of her stiff soccer kicks that turns Jamie over to his back before she mounts
him and starts to hammer him with stiff elbows. The crowd around the
pair cheer wildly as Jamie regains control, swinging his legs and turning the
mount over so he's on top before he starts to pummel Riona with punches of his
God damn! Didn't anyone ever teach Flynn not to hit a woman?
I wouldn't let Riona hear you say that. When she enters that ring
she's a warrior first and a woman second.
pair go through several reversals before Jamie regains control and breaks the
mount. Jamie catches his breath a bit as Riona rolls to her feet with
her back turned to Jamie. She turns around just in time to see Jamie as
he spears her right into the gut and into a set of abandoned chairs. Jamie
pulls Riona out of the chair and immediately sends her back to the floor with
a body slam. Riona arches in pain, but Flynn adds to that as he drops an
elbow right into her sternum three times in rapid succession. And to
finally put her down, Jamie grabs one of those abandoned chairs and folds it
up before slamming it down in a nasty chair shot. Looking down at his
rival, Jamie turns towards the ramp and starts to leave as a group of fans
help Riona back up. Jamie gets a foot on the top of the barricade to
leave, but suddenly Riona flies back into the match as she runs up and grabs
his neck, hitting an Ace Crusher that sends them both over the barricade and
onto the steel ramp. Quickly bringing Jamie to his feet, Riona involves
the ladder on the ramp for the first time in this match as she whips Jamie
right into it, knocking it over. Jamie stumbles to his feet as Riona
reaches over the barricade and grabs another folded chair. Riona rushes
at Jamie, looking for a knockout blow, but Jamie just barely ducks the
attempted headshot, and straight kicks Riona right in the stomach as she turns
around. Riona drops the chair as she stumbles up the ramp, and Jamie
picks it up and chucks it right into her head as he follows. The chair
strikes hard, and Jamie follows it up as he runs up and curb stomps Riona's
face right into the ramp!
Fans: HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Holy shit is right. If Riona's not busted open I'll be surprised as
Surprisingly, she isn't.
yanks Riona back to her feet with a handful of hair, and heaves her right into
the steel entrance set shoulder-first. Riona takes a seat with her back
to the set, but this turns out to be a very bad idea as Jamie picks the chair
back up and runs at Riona, jumping up and dropkicking the chair right into her
face! Riona slumps down face first into the set, but even Jamie knows
that this isn't going to stop Riona for too long, and then he spots the glass
panels on the side of the set that look like the Canadian flag. Dragging
Riona to her feet, he smashes her with a couple of elbows before giving her a
stiff knee to the gut and pulling her over to the glass. He shoves Riona
up against the wall and to keep her there, adds in some nasty stiff elbows
that could be heard in the upper-reaches of the stadium. Stepping back
to get some space as Riona leans against glass dazed, Jamie charges forward to
spear Riona... AND SHE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! JAMIE
SPEARS HIMSELF RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS! The Winnipeg fans go
crazy as Jamie lies in the glass motionless. Taking a moment to look at
the title hanging over the ring, Riona turns back to Jamie and follows him
into the bowels of the set. Taking ahold of Jamie by his shorts, Riona
pulls him to a knee before locking in a butterfly lock and giving him a double
arm DDT right into the glass! Jamie rolls to his back and we see that
blood is starting to flow down his forehead from the glass. Riona has a
smirk on her face as she sees Jamie's blood, and yanks him back to his feet
once more before doubling him over with a knee to the gut before pulling him
into a standing head-scissors. The crowd immediately reacts, but Jamie
knows exactly the predicament that he's in and drops to his knees, taking
Riona down to the floor with a takedown before he stands and slingshots her
right into another panel of glass! The glass doesn't break, so Jamie
rolls to his feet, slams a few elbows into his rivals back, and then SENDS
THEM BOTH THROUGH WITH A RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE LIFT!!!
These two are going to kill one another at this rate.
The rivalry between these two borders on homicidal hatred, I swear.
Jamie and Riona lie motionless on the ramp, and it's Jamie that's first to his
feet. He stares down at Riona, who is slowly starting to move, and looks
at his title before walking back towards the ring. He's looking a little
rough and haggard as he reaches the forgotten ladder and picks up and
carries it down to the ring. Sliding it in, he turns to see Riona still
down on the ramp, and slides back in, setting the ladder up. He
positions it just right under the belt and starts to climb, a little gingerly
thanks to the blood in his face and Riona's work on his left arm. He
reaches about half way to the title before the crowd comes alive and he gets
thrown off of the ladder by Riona, as she springboard dropkicks the ladder.
Jamie flies off and onto the top rope throat first, springing into the
air and onto the mat. Riona doesn't waste time trying to set the ladder
back up as it lies on the mat, instead rolling to the outside and reaching
under the ring, grabbing her favorite trash can full of weapons and tossing it
into the ring. She looks behind her, grabs the chair that she brought
down from the entrance set and throws that into the ring as well, smacking it
on Jamie's face as it lands. Finally, she reaches down once again and
pulls out, to a big pop, a TABLE! She slides this into the ring with her
and leaves it there as she reaches grabs the lid of her trash can and measures
Jamie up before she smacks him right in the face with the handle side of the
lid! Jamie falls like a redwood tree to the mat, and Riona kicks him in
the side of the head for good measure before she takes the lid and wedges it
into the corner. Grabbing Jamie, she looks to throw him head-first into
the lid, but Jamie reverses it and sends Riona crashing into the opposite
corner shoulder first! Riona staggers backwards, and right into Jamie's
reverse waistlock before he lifts her up and flings her backwards with a
German Suplex right into the chair!
JESUS H. CHRIST, HE BROKE HER NECK!
Calm down, Brian. Riona's still fighting, even if that move had to
have taken a serious toll on her head and neck.
What is it going to take to end this match? No, don't tell me. I don't
want to see this end!
folds up like an accordion from the throw, and Jamie looks a little winded as
he gets to his feet. He takes the ladder, it still being fully together,
and turns it upside down before shoving Riona between it and standing on the
supports! Riona screams as Jamie wedges the ladder shut on her, with the
added pressure of the supports digging into her back so much that it actually
tears a part of the back of her tank top. Seeing all the damage he can do
from this spot has been done, Jamie hops off of the ladder and leaves Riona
lying as he grabs her own trash can of weaponry and empties it onto the mat.
He looks a little impressed by Riona's selection as we see a Singapore
cane, a pair of brass knuckles, a hockey stick, an aluminum baseball bat, a
cookie sheet, a two-by-four wrapped in barbed wire, a small bag full of who
knows what, and a steel chain. After gently clearing the area of the
weapons, Jamie takes the can as Riona gets to her feet and slams it down
over her head, and then for good measure, gives the can a spinning heel kick
that sends Riona to the mat. Riona rolls around trying to get the can
off of her head, but Jamie doesn't make it easy for her as he grabs the steel
chair and slams it down onto the can. Looking over at the ladder, Jamie
folds it back up and then proceeds to drop it on top of the can as well.
Jamie spots the table that Riona had slid into the ring and sets it up
near the corner, not noticing Riona escaping the can and grabbing the
Singapore cane. Jamie turns around to grab Riona and... CRACK!
Riona NAILS him with the cane right in the face! Flynn rolls to
the outside upon impact, and Riona follows, cracking the cane on his back once
more before tossing it back into the ring. Jamie gets back to all fours,
so Riona drops him face-first into the floor with a running Rocker Dropper!
A vicious move by Riona, leveling the Intercontinental Champion!
You know that that move is the finishing move of her mentor Brian Blade,
right? He calls it the Cutting Edge.
With execution like that, no wonder the Celestial Trigger is his prized
snaps off one of her crux poses to the delight of the crowd, and then reaches
under the ring again, pulling out a fluorescent light tube! Jamie gets
back to his feet as Riona waits, getting herself ready... She charges and it's
a swing and a miss again! Jamie goes for a roundhouse kick, but Riona
ducks and SMASHES THE LIGHT TUBE ONTO HIS
LEFT SHOULDER! Bits of broken glass litter the floor as Jamie's
arm is covered with little cuts and pieces of glass to match his face...
Langly smirks as Jamie slowly rises, discarding the broken light-tube and
lifting Jamie up before body slamming him right into the broken glass! Flynn
arches his back from the pain while Riona slides back into the ring, leaving
him on the outside, and sets the ladder back up to climb. In a
desperation move, Jamie finds a second ladder under the ring and slides it in
with just enough force to wobble the ladder and cause Riona to gingerly fall
off, although she's still able to stay on her feet. Jamie slides into
the ring, favoring his bloody left arm, and smacks Riona with a nasty
knife-edge using his good arm. Not taking the offense lightly, Riona
returns the favor with a stiff chop of her own. The two battered
warriors trade chops left and right as the title hangs over them ominously.
Riona, being somewhat fresher, starts to get the advantage and pushes
Jamie into the ropes. She whips him across the ring and leans down for a
back-body drop that would send him into the cookie sheet back first, but she
shows her hand too early and Jamie is able to grab her head and smash her into
the sheet headfirst with Riona's own Whiplash Tornado DDT! Jamie rolls
to the apron as Riona groggily rolls to her feet... He springboards off the
top rope... SPRINGBOARD DEVIL'S PLAN...NO!
Riona cracks Jamie with the REALITY
CHECK OUT OF NOWHERE!
Just when you thought Jamie was about to finish it Riona Langly changes the
entire landscape of this match!
remember my not wanting this match to ever end? I just may have been right,
There's a first time for everything, Rentfro.
slumps down to one knee as Jamie tumbles backwards from the impact into the
corner. Taking the second ladder that Jamie brought into the ring, Riona
drives it right into his chest. Leaving it there, Riona takes a step
backwards and then launches forward, dropkicking the ladder right into Flynn's
chest. Jamie groans from the wind being knocked out of him, but does
manage to push the ladder out of the way before Riona is able to dropkick him
again. However, Riona simply takes the ladder and leans it against the
top rope before dragging Jamie out of the corner... She goes to whip Jamie
right into the ladder, but Flynn shows some gutsy resolve and reverses,
sending Riona face-first into the steel. Riona rolls over onto her back
in order to breath a little better, and is met with a cookie sheet right to
the face as Jamie clocks her with it. Riona slumps into the ladder, and
Jamie looks to the top rope and to the fans before clocking her with the sheet
once more for good measure. He climbs up, taking some time because of
his arm, and then leaps, going for a Shooting Star Press but meeting nothing
but metal as Riona rolls off at just the last second. Crawling over to
the small pile of weapons Jamie removed from her can, she grabs the small bag
and opens it... POURING OUT THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS AND PIECES OF BROKEN
GLASS! The crowd, of course, pops for the hardcore tradition as Riona
pulls Jamie to his feet and doubles him over, positioning them both above the
glass. Riona shouts out DEVOLUTION!!! but this turns out to be a bad
move as Flynn wakes up at just the right time and powers Riona over his head
with a back-body drop that sends her right into the tacks and glass! Riona
screams as the glass and tacks stick into her body, but as she gets back to
her feet, she's KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT
with a massive chair shot from Flynn! Riona falls right onto her stomach,
and Jamie grabs her by the hair and lifts her up, and we see that Riona is
gushing blood from her forehead!
NO! Her beautiful face!!
I mean, what a horrible blow.
casually dumps Riona on the outside and grabs one of the ladders still in the
ring, setting it up and beginning to climb. He's having trouble, only
really have one arm to work with, but still, he climbs and he climbs until
he's actually up at the title... He swipes at the belt trying to touch it, but
it only causes it to swing back and forth tantalizingly over his head. Seeing
that he's going to have to leap a little for the belt, he waits for it to slow
down and jumps, GRABBING AHOLD OF THE TITLE! The crowd pops as Jamie
tries to pull it down, but it looks as though the belt is jammed up there...
He starts to pull apart the tabs... AND HE GETS HIT WITH A THROWN BASEBALL BAT
BY RIONA! Jamie stumbles a bit, but holds onto the harness as he kicks
the ladder over! Jamie's just hanging up there, unable to do anything as
Riona slowly makes her way onto the apron, blood dripping down from her face.
She looks up at Jamie as he tries to get ahold of the belt to end the
match, but he loses his grip with his weakened left arm, leaving him only up
there with one arm... Riona looks up, springboards off the top... PICTURE
OF PERFECTION TO JAMIE FLYNN! HE TURNS INSIDE OUT AND LANDS BACK FIRST RIGHT ONTO THE TACKS AND GLASS!!!! Riona lands weakly as blood
drips down from her face onto the mat, but slowly starts to get to her feet.
She drags herself over to the fallen ladder and sets it back up as Jamie
slowly starts to crawl out of the pile of glass and tacks. Riona begins
the slow climb up the ladder as Jamie grabs ahold of the ring ropes and sees
the second ladder lying there. He pulls himself to his feet, glass and
tacks sticking out of his back like they are on Riona's as he grabs the second
ladder and leans it up against the first ladder. Riona gets to the top
of the ladder, having climbed up a little quicker after seeing Jamie moving
about, but runs into the same problem as the ladder is just short of where the
title is... She reaches up as far as she can, just touching it... AND
JAMIE RUNS UP THE SECOND LADDER, SPEARING HER OFF AND SENDING THEM BOTH
THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!
You folks at home can hear the deafening roar of the 50,000 plus fans here
Who can blame them? This has GOT to be a match of the year contender if not
THE match of the year.
fans are marking out like crazy as both ladders tumble to the mat amongst all
the carnage... Weapons everywhere, blood stains all over the mat, broken glass
and tacks, a broken table, and two broken wrestlers. Jamie is the first
to move, briefly checking Riona's pulse out of some measure of good will
before crawling out of the wreckage of the table and slowly getting to his
feet. He drags himself over to the second ladder, having noticed that it
was bigger than the first one, and weakly pulls it to the center of the ring,
kicking some of the extraneous weapons out of the ring and making a good spot
for the ladder. Having checked the position, he starts to climb, sweat
and blood making his grip a little harder to handle. Amazingly, Riona
starts to move as well, crawling out of remains of the table, but Jamie
doesn't pay this any mind... He has this match won, all he has to do is climb
up and get his title... Rung, by rung, by rung he climbs as the title is just
inches away from him... CRACK!!! Riona whacks him with a chair, stopping
his momentum as she climbs up the same side behind him. The fans are
speechless as to what Riona's going to do, but as she slips an arm under
Jamie's, they come alive... Riona locks her legs on the ladder as she
slips her other arm underneath Flynn's, and immediately he tries to shove her
off, knowing that if she locks those arms, it's over for him. However,
his left arm is too weak and he's too tired to stop her as she locks her hands
behind his neck... The fans don't hear Riona, but the cameras and mics
catch her as she screams out at Jamie, "I
MIGHT BE GOING DOWN IN FLAMES BUT YOU'LL
BURN WITH MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
as she pushes off the ladder and plunges both her and Jamie down to the mat
with a NUCLEAR DETONATOR OFF THE TOP OF THE
FUCKING LADDER!!! DAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGEEEEERRRROOOOUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
.... *struck speechless by what just transpired*
I know I mentioned that the only way to end this match would be for one of
them to die... but I never wanted it to really end that way!
person in the sold-out Canad Inns Stadium is on their feet as both Riona
Langly and Jamie Flynn lie motionless on the mat... A chant of 'THIS IS
AWESOME' starts to resonate throughout the stadium as the 15 foot ladder
stands tall above the two fallen wrestlers. Astonishingly, both Riona
and Jamie start to crawl to their feet and to a side of the ladder, each of
them looking up at the title more than looking at their opponent as they
weakly scale up towards immortality... Riona gets to the top first...
ELBOW BY JAMIE! CHOP BY RIONA! RIONA REACHES UP AND GRABS THE
TITLE! BUT JAMIE GRABS IT AS WELL! They start to kick and knee at
each other, causing the harness to swing as they kick the ladder over... no
way down but the hard way now. Both wrestlers swinging faster and faster
as they try and knock the other off and have sole possession of the prize... THE
BELT COMES UNDONE!!! BOTH RIONA AND JAMIE HAVE THE BELT AS THEY FALL 20
FEET TO THE FLOOR AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLEEEEE!!!!!!
* * DING DING DING * * *
referee Andrew Jansen immediately rushes out to the wreckage of the table,
where both Rentfro and McDaniel are unhurt, having escaped just in time...
Jansen calls over Eric Emerson as he looks down at the pair, and gives his
Emerson: The winner of the match...
fans are deathly silent, awaiting the result as EMTs have already come out for
Emerson: AND NEW PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL
CHAMPION... RIOOOOOOONNNNNAAAA LAAANGGGGGLLLLYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
50,000 plus fans in attendance at the Canad Inns Stadium give out a
massive cheer as Riona has her hand raised from the wreckage of
the table. Andrew Jansen clears out of the way as EMTs begin to
remove both Riona and Jamie from the remains of the announce table as a
small army of ring crewmen rush out to try and clean up the destruction in
and outside the ring, and we find ourselves going to
the next match
PWA World Title
Mark McNasty (C) vs. ? ? ?
“Whatever You Became” by Cold begins to play. The fans get on their feet
as PWA Champion Mark McNasty walks out from the back. McNasty has on pants that
are almost neon green, and a matching vest. “NASTY” is written in black on
the back of the vest and the back of the pants. The PWA title is around
McNasty’s waist, and he looks quite smug as he smiles out at the crowd. He
walks down to the ring, slapping hands along the way, and rolls into the ring.
McNasty pops to his feet, and holds up a fist, letting Pyros rain down behind
him, as the crowd gives him yet another good pop. McNasty finally walks to the
edge of the ring, and gets a mic.
McNasty: Alright, as I’m sure most of you know, SNS won’t be making an
appearance tonight. Seems Matt Engel couldn't deal with losing to me, and he
didn't want to see someone he thought was below him have a shot at my pretty
little title. But, the show must go on, and that means I gotta fight someone.
So, will someone burst the bubble, and tell me who I get to fight, and
subsequently leave, feelin' nasty.
McNasty smirks as he looks up the ramp. Rather quickly, we hear "Come with
Me" by Puff Daddy.
And the president seems happy to come out and address the champions question.
Chamelion walks out onto stage, wearing a suit with khaki pants. He has a mic,
and he speaks.
Mark, I'm glad that you seem to have finally gained some self confidence after
getting that paper champion monkey off your back. But, that doesn't mean you
should be so eager to take on any contender. Come on Mark, I'm the boss, I know
about your shoulder from last week. If you hadn't begged the doctors to clear
you, you wouldn't even be out here right now. But, lucky for you, they did. Now,
as for your opponent, well
McNasty: Damnit Cham, I know you and Robinson could talk most anyone into a coma,
but just spit it out please. Who am I fighting.
Chamelion rolls his eyes.
You want to know that bad Mark, fine.
Chamelion turns towards the entrance ramp.
COME ON OUT!
Chamelion looks to the back.
Who is it going to be?
The fans wait eagerly, but nothing happens.
Chamelion walks behind the curtain. The fans seem to be chattering amongst
Who's it gonna be Brian?
Hell if I know.
Suddenly, "Come With Me" begins to play. Out from the back walks
President Chamelion, in wrestling attire!
is going to fight McNasty!
The crowd lets out a huge boo as Chamelion makes his way to the ring. McNasty
looks half surprised, half angry as he drops his mic and readies himself for
Chamelion. However, Chamelion doesn't go right into the ring. He instead goes
ring side to speak with Eric Emerson. After a moment...
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is for one fall, and is for the PWA World
Title! Per orders of the president, the special stipulation on this match is,
Whoever is named the winner of the match, will also walk out PWA Champion!
Wow, that means if McNasty were to lose via DQ or count out, Chamelion would be
the new PWA champion!
With a huge smile on his face, Chamelion finally dives into the ring. The ref
calls for the bell, and the two meet in the middle, throwing punches at each
other. Mark nails a right into the chest of Cham, but Chamelion throws a vicious
right hook into the left arm of McNasty. McNasty winces, but keeps going.
McNasty dodges the next hit from Cham, and goes to lift him up for a gorilla
press, but McNasty's left shoulder won't hold. He instead throws Chamelion down
and drops an elbow. Chamelion moves however, and again manages to get up and peg
McNasty in the shoulder. McNasty screams out of frustration, and grabs
Chamelion. He nails a European upper cut, and manages to get Chamelion to
stumble for a foot or two. McNasty vaults onto Chamelion with a Lou Thez press,
and instead of punching, starts nailing elbows.
Chamelion quickly manages to dodge a blow of the angered McNasty, and as McNasty
stales for a second in pain from slamming his elbow to the mat, Chamelion lunges
forward with a head but. McNasty looks stunned as Cham now reaches out, grabs a
handful of hair, and punches McNasty dead on in the face. McNasty is thrown off
of Chamelion, and Chamelion is quickly back on his feet. Chamelion manages to
pull McNasty up, and he grabs McNasty's left arm. He holds it up high, as he
twists. Chamelion then drops to his knees, slamming Marks arm onto Cham's
shoulder. McNasty lets out a small grunt, before holding his arm in close.
Already not looking good for the champ.
Chamelion goes for the arm again, and slams it across his shoulder. Chamelion
lets go, and McNasty rolls out of the ring. Chamelion is quick to follow though,
but McNasty is surprisingly ready. He goes for a Lights Out! However, ever
ready, Chamelion ducks! As McNasty stumbles by, Cham grabs hold of McNasty's
left arm, and nails a reverse STO. The two land hard on the cement, and McNasty
screams as he pulls in his arm. Chamelion doesn't waste time as he picks up
McNasty by the hair, and throws him into the ring. He covers.
Chamelion sits up, and goes to pick McNasty up. However, McNasty elbows Cham in
the gut, and pulls his legs out from under him. Mark then hooks Cham's legs
under his arm pits, and catapults him into the ropes. As Cham comes bouncing
back, Mark nails the Lights Out!
Well, he got him that time.
McNasty gets down, and using only one arm, rolls Cham over and pins.
The ref stops. McNasty looks up as if asking why, and the ref points to Cham's
leg on the ropes. McNasty slams the mat with his one good arm, before pulling
Chamelion to his feet. McNasty slaps Chamelion's chest once with an open palm,
getting an OHH from the crowd. Chamelion responds with a poke to the eyes.
McNasty covers his eyes, stumbling in a circle. After making an entire 360, he
opens his eyes to see Chamelion's foot coming for him.
McNasty turns right into the SOS!
And he's down!
Holy crap, McNasty got his shoulder up!
Now THAT just does not happen often!
Chamelion can't believe it. His eyes are wide, but he doesn't waste much time.
He picks up McNasty, and viciously whips the champion into the turnbuckle.
McNasty’s shoulder hits solidly with the padding and he cries out and
drops down to his knees!.
Oh man! Look at McNasty’s arm!!
McNasty’s left arm is hanging limp, and he has his other hand on his shoulder.
Chamelion comes walking back towards him, but the ref gets in between the two.
He gets Chamelion to back away, and walks over to McNasty.
Ref: Can you continue?
I can't feel my arm, but sure, let
him come get some.
McNasty tries to smile, but the ref has apparently made up his mind. The ref
signals for the bell. Instantly the arena is overcome with boos.
McNasty blinks, but the pain keeps him from arguing, and he rolls from
the ring and barely is able to maintain his balance as he holds onto the apron.
Chamelion looks down towards him, also kind of uncertain about what just
happened. The ref confers with
Wait! The ref stopped the match, it’s over… what happens now?
Emerson is going to tell us!
Ladies and Gentlemen, the ref has stopped this match, citing that McNasty can
not continue. As a result, your winner, and ……….
NEEEEEEEEEEW PWA Champion, CHAMELION!
The crowds reaction is a mixed one! Cheers
for Chamelion’s win, Boos for the way the match ended as well as McNasty
losing his title in a non traditional way! As
the belt is handed to Chamelion, he motions for the microphone as McNasty begins
to walk up the ramp.
Whoah! Hold on there, kiddo!
McNasty, green around the gills, stops and turns, looking toward Chamelion
with a dark stare.
First, kudos on the effort here tonight. I am going to be honest, in the end,
you convinced me. You’re a great champion.
You’ve fought the best, you beat the best, I am not going to take that
away from you.
McNasty barely nods, the pain a bit too much to do anything else.
However, it doesn’t mean I like you, or anything.
Fact is, you’re hurt, hurt badly.. that requires time off, medical
evaluations, maybe even surgery. The
problem is, well, you yourself always complain how the PWA is so cheap.. that it
can’t afford good cages, benefits for its wrestlers, crap like that.
So, with that in mind, since I’m such a cheap skate… I guess I have
He pauses, and the crowd’s silence is deafening.
Mark McNasty, you are FIRED!
The crowd gasps loudly, and boos begin to rise up from the stadium, and
Chamelion’s approval rating drops to below zero.
McNasty, on the other hand, just shrugs his own good shoulder and turns
around. He never takes his hand off
his bad arm; he simply walks up the ramp, head down. When he reaches the top of
the ramp, he stops, and turns back to the crowd. As he looks out, the fans begin
to scream and cheer for him. A "MARK MC-NAS-TY" chant starts. A small
smile creeps onto the corner of McNasty's face, but it quickly disappears as he
puts his head back down, and walks to the back.
A shocking turn of events! Chamelion,
our President, is the new PWA World Champion and Mark McNasty has been fired!
He can’t do this!!
That is the problem, Brian. He can!
Chamelion drops the mic back in Emerson’s hands and slides out of the ring
with the PWA World Title on his shoulder. He
grins deviously as he swaggers up the ramp, amidst the harsh boos of the crowd,
but he shrugs it off and walks to the back.
He’ll get his, you can bet your ass!
Go easy, Brian. Chamelion did not order the match to end, that was on the
referee, who did what he thought was best. However,
firing McNasty was Chamelion’s personal desires getting in the way of good
business sense, and that one may come back to haunt him.
Oh, it will, I promise you, it will!
Great. Now, before our main event, we're going backstage for a moment with
We cut backstage to find the entire Sommers Clan together
with intrepid reporter, Toshi Yang. Chamelion,
with his new PWA World Title around his waist, is celebrating with Sandra, now
that Project X is gone. Jasmine
leans against Raizzor, who is standing right next to Toshi as she addresses the
First, let me offer my congratulations to both Chamelion and Sandra on their
spectacular wins here tonight. Sandra,
you now have PX off your case, by his own rules, and Chamelion… you’ve
somehow managed to capture your fourth PWA World Title.
How do you both feel?
(grinning) With our hands, of course.
He tickles Sandra lightly and she grins and closes in on
him, but her eyes are on Toshi.
Sandra: We feel great,
Toshi! I kicked PX’s ass, like I
said I would and my baby here just brought home the gold!
But this moment really isn’t about us.
(Nods) True. Raizzor, in a few moments you will be teaming up with The Phoenix
to face the Brothers Grimm in their final match.
You have been friends and allies with the Grimms for close to a decade,
even having some fall outs with Sirus. What
does this moment mean to you?
(quietly) It means more then you could even imagine, Miss Yang.
When Sirus declared that he and Grifter were going to end their wrestling
career, they were given the choice to pick their opponents.
It was an honor to have Sirus choose myself to face off with him, once
again. When I originally tried to
retire, I hand picked Sirus because no other man had earned the level of respect
that he did, in my eyes. That he
turns around and feels the same way… is a testament to our friendship, and
that of the Kindred.
In 2000, when you did try to retire, Sirus Moran bested you in the ring.
Most feel that that ending may have been a reason why you chose to return
down the road. Then, over the years
you and Sirus had some classic matches, both in tag teams and singles
competition. Do you think this match
tonight will be the crowning moment of those years?
I believe it will be. I do
hate to see Sirus hang up his boots, but the man has grown beyond his career.
He has a new family, business and his own life to lead.
But if I know Sirus as well
as I think I do… he may, from time to time… wrestle in his bare feet.
Everyone stops and looks at Raizzor, who apparently just
made a joke. Chamelion laughs and slaps Raizzor on the back, saying good job,
and Raizzor actually smiles softly. Toshi
wraps the interview up.
What about teaming with
? Do you feel you will be able to set aside your tremendous differences and work
as a team tonight?
has declared that this is far too important of a match, to allow our personal
issues to get in the way. I am going
to trust him on the surface, for this one match only…. For it is far too
important to allow anything to mess it up.
Thank you, Raizzor. Good luck
Raizzor nods and turns to his family.
They speak silently for a second, before the Soul-Taker turns and walks
down the hallway towards the entrance ramp.
Chamelion grins widely.
There goes our boy. All grown up and making history!
The others all groan and walk the other way, leaving
Chamelion standing there. He turns, eyes wide.
What? What I say?
Chamelion quickly follows them as the scene returns to
Event - The Brothers Grimm Retirement Match
The Brothers Grimm vs. Raizzor & The Phoenix
DING! DING! DING!
Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and is
the special Retirement Match for the Brothers Grimm!
The entire stadium rises to their feet, cheering massively
for the upcoming match!
Emerson: Introducing first,
by way of
, weighing in at 240lbs, THE PHOOOEEENNNIIIIX!
"Welcome Home" by Coheed and
begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with
a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and
red Pyros flare from the ring posts. The
the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.
Rentfro: As is his
Emerson: And his tag team partner; he weighs in at 285lbs and hails
. He is a former four time PWA World
Champion, and a member of the Kindred… The Soul-Taker; RAAIIIIZZZZOOOOOOR!
Oddly, no music what so ever plays.
No Pyros, no smoke, instead Raizzor just walks out from the back and
makes his way down to the ring. He
stops and looks into the ring, where
leans against the far corner and Raizzor nods once.
He turns and climbs the corner stairs, stepping over the top rope and
into the ring.
An odd sort of entrance for the Soul-Taker, here.
Out of left field, I’ll take a shot that he is just not interested in letting
any of the fan fair for this match to fall on him, that it should all be saved
for the Grimms entrance.
Rather profound insight there, Brian.
Not really, it’s in the script.
Rentfro holds up a notebook that reads Manitoba Mayhem
Script and McDaniel blinks and sighs heavily.
Back in the ring, Raizzor stands near but not with
and both men look up the ramp.
Emerson: And now, their opponents.
Together, they have been PWA’s Tag-Team Champions on twelve occasions.
Separately, each has held multiple championships, totaling an astonishing
26 title reigns, not counting the rest of the family.
Known as the Chosen One, Sirus Moran has stood by everyone at one time or
another and showcased some of the greatest matches in PWA History.
With Grifter, they are the consummate tag team and tonight, together,
they go out in style against two men they respect among all others.. Ladies and
Gentlemen, hailing from
.. I give you.. THE BROTHERS GRIMM!
“More Human Then Human’ By White Zombie riles up the
fans as on the ADC-Tron, visions of Sirus and Grifter play, showcasing some of
their matches. The roar from the
crowd becomes earth shattering as Grifter and Sirus, who is carrying ‘Al’
dressed in a Canada Flag shirt, run onto the stage.
Grifter has a Canadian Flag in his hands, waving it back and forth and
Sirus has ‘Al’ up over his head, dancing around!
The two make their way down to the ring, high fiving the fans on the
other side of the fences and soaking up the feel of the energy of the stadium.
As they reach the ring, Grifter hands off the flag to a tech and slips
into the ring. Sirus runs around to
the announcers table and sets ‘Al’ down between Brian and Jon and shakes
each of the hands before he slips into the ring.
The crowd is incredibly loud, chanting ‘GRIMMS’ “GRIMM”
“GRIMMS” over and over, to which Sirus and Grifter play back to the crowd.
In the meantime, both Raizzor and
have left the ring and stand in the corner by the ring bell, waiting.
Listen to the crowd, Brian! I can
hardly hear myself think!
They love the Grimms here, Jon! It’s
incredible the amount of energy this stadium is generating!
I agree! We’re in for a hell of a
I can’t wait for it to start, but will hate when it’s over!
and Raizzor step back into the ring and the four men meet in the center.
The ref joins them to go over the rules of the contest.
As he finishes, the four men shake hands heartedly.
Sirus and Grifter go to their corner as does Raizzor and
. After some consultation, we
discover that Sirus and
will begin the match!
All the fan fare has come down to this. It’s
time, everyone. The Grimms final
(In Joe from Family Guy’s Voice): LET’S GET IT ON!!
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell rings, Sirus and
step to the center and nod to each other, and then lock up with
pushing the advantage. As Sirus is getting pushed back into the corner, he
quickly drops down throw a deep Arm drag on
, sending him into the corner. Sirus pops up and smiles at The Phoenix, who in
return, gets up and applauds Sirus.
A quick acknowledgement of respect.
Normally that would not be the case, but this is a special moment for all four
men. I bet ‘Al’ agrees with me.
‘Al’ just sits there, while in the ring the two lock up
again, this time Sirus is able to get Phoenix in a Headlock and starts to move
over to his corner. Sirus with the quick tag to Grifter. Grifter hops in and
nails a fist to
’s exposed rib, as Sirus slides to the outside. Grifter fires a few Elbows
and whips him in to the ropes. Razzior slaps Robinson on the back as he comes
off the ropes.
Quick tag from Raizzor!
Both teams showing good tag team continuity very early in this match.
comes off the ropes and ducks the Yakuza Kick. He quickly stops and grabs
Grifter and sends him to the ropes.
lowers his head for the back body drop. Grifter wisely stops and goes to kick
, but is blindsided by Razzior, who flips him inside out with a running
steps out of the ring as Razzior picks up Grifter and fires him into the
That is a good power showing right there.
I can’t argue with that.
Of course not.
Razzior goes to smash Grifter in the corner with a running
splash. But at the last moment, Grifter moves and Razzior goes smashing
into the turnbuckle. As Razzior staggers out, Grifter wraps him up and nails a
Over The Head Belly to Back suplex. Razzior
hits the mat rolling as Grifter stays on him and starts to fire shot after shot.
But Razzior having the big strength advantage pushes Grifter off of him. Grifter
tags Sirus and the crowd erupts as the two best friends now stand in the center
of the ring.
I’ve been waiting for this!
Raizzor and Sirus step so close they are chest to chest,
with Raizzor having the four or five inch height advantage.
Some words are said, which come across as ‘don’t hold anything
back’. They both nod and lock up.
Raizzor whips Sirus into the ropes, but Sirus is able to reverse it,
sending Raizzor careening into the ropes and as the Soul-Taker comes off them,
Sirus trips up Razzior before nailing a quick dropkick to the side.
Smart thinking, using the speed to offset the power!
Sirus may act odd, but we know he’s a thinking man’s wrestler, right
Al just sits there. In
the ring, Raizzor is back on his feet and side steps Sirus and hooks him up from
behind and flips his up and over with a belly to back suplex.
Raizzor comes off the ropes and adds a sit down pile driver and hooks
Raizzor scores the first pin attempt of the match!
That’s a psychological advantage right there!
He means for Sirus to earn this retirement, the hard way!
pushes Sirus back into the corner and elbows him across the chin. Sirus fights
back with right hands, stunning Raizzor. Sirus reverse Raizzor and puts him in
the corner and begins to lay in chops to the chest of Raizzor. He then whips
Raizzor into the other neutral corner and follows up with a stiff clothesline.
Sirus drags Raizzor into the Grimms corner and tags in Grifter. Grifter starts
by winding up the arm of Raizzor with a standing wristlock...and then he tries
to pull the shoulder out of the socket by pulling at the locked arm. Raizzor
bounces off the ropes to try and escape, but Grifter pulls back and Raizzor
winds up flat on his back.
Grifter has a solid lock on Raizzor’s arm!
Excellent tactical advantage!
releases the hold and then begins to drop knees across the face of Raizzor.
Grifter picks up Raizzor and whips him into the ropes but Raizzor
reverses...eventually nailing Grifter with an overhead belly to belly suplex.
Raizzor collects himself and goes over to make the tag to
. Raizzor and
both pick up Grifter and whip him into the corner, nailing him with a double
flapjack when he comes back. Raizzor goes to the ring apron, and
nails the fallen Grifter with a fist drop. He picks up Grifter and hooks him in
a suplex position, then drops him with a snap suplex.
Now the tables have turned and Grifter desperately needs to make a tag.
I’m stunned at how well both Raizzor and
are working as a unit.
carries Grifter over to his corner and tags in Raizzor. Raizzor clobbers
Grifter across the back and backs him into the ropes. He whips Grifter into the
opposite rope and catches him with a knee as he returns. Raizzor then bounces
off the ropes perpendicular to Grifter and then catches Grifter with a swinging neck breaker. He goes for the cover.
slaps on a reverse chin lock designed to wear down Grifter, maybe even put him
Raizzor with another near fall, and now he maybe buying some time here...trying
to plan his next few moves.
Grifter won’t go out like this, but it allows Raizzor a few moments to breath,
while simultaneously wearing down his opponent.
ref checks to see if the hold is a choke and it checks out. Grifter seems to be
out cold. The ref lifts Grifter'’ hand once, and it slumps down. He lifts it a
second time...and it again falls to the ground.
One more and it’s all over for the Morans!
ref lifts Grifter’s arm one last time, and it falls back down halfway. Grifter
starts shaking his fist as a sign of his growing energy and he suddenly gets to
his feet. He turns into the pressure of the reverse chin lock and picks up
Raizzor, bringing him back down with a hard back suplex.
Whoever can make the tag first has got the tremendous advantage.
stirs first, moving towards his corner. Raizzor sits up a second later and heads
for his corner...making the tag to
hurries to stop Grifter from making the tag to Sirus, but does not make it
time. Sirus jumps in and clotheslines
down to the canvas. Raizzor rushes in to help his partner but he finds himself
the recipient of another clothesline.
gets back up and Sirus drops him with a scoop slam. Raizzor gets back up and he
nails Raizzor with a scoop slam. Raizzor rolls to the outside. Sirus grabs
and throws him into the ropes, catching him with a big power slam as he returns.
He then tags in Grifter...who climbs to the top rope.
Grifter’s going for the Buzz bomb!
Grifter rights himself, Raizzor slides in and hits a big boot to the side of
Sirus’s head! As Sirus falls,
Raizzor twists 90 degrees and as Grifter comes down, Raizzor catches him by the
throat and choke slams Grifter into he canvas!
Before Raizzor can do anything else, the referee gets in his way,
ordering him to the outside.
Oh my! Raizzor with the save for
, but he can’t get past the referee to finish the job and haul
on top of Grifter for the pin!
the ref hustles Raizzor out of the ring, Sirus gets up and sees both men down.
He looks left, right and the crowd eats it up.
Sirus jumps to the head of
and pulls off his elbow pad. He
then swings his arms in and out twice, runs to the ropes, bounces off.. and
comes back to
. He brushes off his elbow, winks to
the crowd and delivers an Electrifying People’s Elbow!
He then hurries and tosses Grifter over
’s prone form and slides out of the ring!
breaks up the pin by diving in!
slides back in and the ref has to get him and Raizzor both out of the ring. They
follow the ref’s rule, as
and Grifter begin crawling earnestly for their own respective corners.
Here we go again!
crowd is solidly behind Grifter, and
pulls himself up, trying to reach Raizzor.
He falls, slapping Raizzor’s hand and as the Soul-Taker begins to step
through the ropes, Grifter makes the hot tag to Sirus.
Without preamble, both men launch at each other, and everyone in the
entire stadium stands on their feet as the Franchise and the Chosen One throw
caution to the wind and begin duking it out!
reels Sirus to the ropes and sends him across the ring.
Sirus bounces off and Raizzor goes for the big boot!
Sirus ducks it and Raizzor stumbles as he finds purchase with the canvas.
Raizzor turns as the shout of
as Sirus comes off the ropes and hits a Lou Threz Press! Sirus
punches Raizzor a half dozen times to reel the larger man, then gets up, goes
off the ropes again and comes down with a knee to Raizzor’s throat.
Raizzor said go all out, and Sirus is!
picks up Raizzor and throws him against a neutral corner. Raizzor sets against
it and Sirus comes in for a splash, but
rips Raizzor away and Sirus hits the corner, his head slapping against the
wastes no time and bounces off the ropes and hits his flying clothesline on
Sirus! Scooping Sirus up right
after, Raizzor turns him over and delivers the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!
This is it!!!
comes in for the save, but
meets him and delivers the Flame as the ref slaps the mat.
it’s OVER, I don’t believe it! The Grimms lose their retirement match!
NO!! The ref is waving it off! Sirus got his foot on the bottom rope!!
OH MY GOD! He DID!
can’t believe it, and he’s in the ref’s face about it.
Raizzor stands, and points for
to go keep Grifter occupied instead.
agrees as Raizzor pulls Sirus up and turns him over in the center of the ring
for another TBS! However, Sirus
reverses it and plants Raizzor with his own Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!
Shades of Raizzor’s retirement match years ago!!
ref drops and the crowd chants as he counts.
! Raizzor got out this time!
As if an error repaid!
pulls Raizzor up and holds the big man steady and bounces off the ropes and goes
for the Wrong Hand of Doom! However,
Raizzor ducks and Sirus has to turn and gets caught by the throat. Raizzor lifts
Sirus up to choke slam him, but Sirus somehow breaks free and lands to the side
of Raizzor and wraps his arms up and proceeds to connect with three mind numbing
Here it comes!
and Grifter are too caught up to see!
Raizzor staggers from the blows, Sirus whips Raizzor into the ropes and on his
return, picks the big man up, spins him around 180 degrees into a sit down power
bomb, and the entire stadium roars ‘NAMELESS KNOCKOUT!’
Sirus hooks the leg and the ref is there.
THEY DID IT! THE GRIMMS WIN!
My God, what a match!!!!
Emerson: The winners of the match… THE BROTHERS GRIMM!
It’s over… it’s actually over.
In the ring, Sirus has his hand raised as Grifter slides in
and the two men embrace! Raizzor
leans against the ropes, shaking his head as
comes over to ask what happened. They
converse for a moment, before Sirus calls them into the center of the ring.
The four men come together and to the delight of the crowd, they all
shake! Raizzor and
then step to the outside of the Grimms and raise their hands to the approval of
the sold out arena.
These four men put on a hell of a match tonight, and have proven to all of us
how awesome the Brothers Grimm really are!
Look! Here comes the entire Moran Clan as well as Chamelion, Sandra and Jasmine!
Mack, Fletcher, Samantha, Prisoner, Sirus’ wife and their
child, and other Morans we may not
have been properly introduced too yet, come out.
They all climb into the ring while Chamelion scurries around and scoops
up ‘Al’. He brings him to the
center and passes him off to Sirus who clutches the little bear gleefully.
Balloons and streamers begin shooting out from cannons around the stadium
and not one fan has even left from their seats.
Hugs and hand shakes continue as More Human then Human plays loudly and
the party atmosphere is amazing!
Everyone, we have been witness to an incredible evening of entertainment and
action, capped off with what has to be one of the greatest match contests in
I hate that it had to be these two men’s final hour for such a performance,
but it was a perfect ending to a great career.
Raizzor comes up to Sirus in the center of the ring, and
the two men nod once more and embrace as everyone throws up their hands and
That duo has been through it all…
That they have! Everyone, our time
here is over… for Brian Rentfro… this is Jon McDaniel saying fare well to
the Brothers Grimm, but we’ll see you in one week for Rampage! Good Night!
As the scene fades, the full ring of Morans and Sommers
continue to celebrate along with the packed Canad Inns Stadium.
© PWA 2008