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World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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London's Burning
10-17-2008


Showtime v. Nuke Fusion v. Scottie Snow

Television Title Match


DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match up is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and is for the PWA Television Title! Introducing first, the champion hailing from Marina Del Rey, California...

The arena lights dim as indigo stage lights face toward the entrance... The 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

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin

You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right



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 and medium pace walk down the aisle. He doesn't touch any of the fans hands as he comes down, but he knows they are there.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet two inches and weighs two hundred and eighteen pounds... he is the PWA Television Champion... SHOWTIME!!!
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 gets into the ring, throws his shirt into the crowd, takes his hair and combs it behind his ears with his hands, and exhales.
Eric Emerson: And one of his opponents, hailing from Memphis, Tennessee...

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.

Eric Emerson: He stands five feet ten inches and weighs two hundred and ten pounds... he is Scottie "The Panther" Snow!!

Scottie does a flip inside the ring and raises his arms out to the crowd. He respond due to his recent success.

Eric Emerson: And finally, the remaining opponent, hailing from London, United Kingdom...

Trumpets blared around the arena, as the crowd went ballistic!

Something's tearing me down and down
And I can't but feel it's coming from you
She's a gunshot bride, With a trigger cries
I just wonder what we've gotten our selves into...


The arena was then plunged into darkness and green spotlights turned on around the arena, randomly turning, seemingly looking for something or someone. Strobe lighting flickered around the arena..

In a trail of fire I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun


The lights started to flicker around the arena, the green spotlights still 'looking' around.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet two inches and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds... he is.. "THE PRODIGY" NUKE FUSION!

Nuke Fusion rose from the floor, his arms crossed and eyes closed. As he opened his eyes, he threw his arms up as Green Pyro's shot off in a ring around him. He then started to walk down the ramp, towards the ring, looking around the Arena.

Mind is willing, Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Mind is willing, Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Anything to bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home


Sliding in to the ring, he then took a leap and landed on top of a turnbuckle, raising his fist in the air. The crowd jeered Nuke quite serverely, but that didn't bother him one bit.

Jon McDaniel: We've all anticipated the debut of Nuke Fusion and it's finally here. Robinson has said some promising things about this young man.

Brian Rentfro: Indeed he has, let's hope he can deliver!

DING DING DING

Snow immediately goes after Showtime with some big punches. Snow corners Showtime and slams his knee a few times into Showtime's stomach. A big hip toss from Snow out of the corner. Snow hops up to the top turnbuckle and comes down with a senton bomb!

Jon McDaniel: And the Panther is taking it right to the champ!

Brian Rentfro: And Nuke finally gets involved and clotheslines Snow to the mat!

Snow gets up and Nuke hits him with a big-time right hook. Snow staggers back and Nuke locks Snow up with a snap suplex. Showtime gets to his feet and nails Nuke in the back with his forearm. Showtime grabs Nuke by the head and takes him down to the mat with a bulldog.

Jon McDaniel: Showtime personally introduced Nuke to the mat that time!

Brian Rentfro: Nuke didn't like that one bit.

Snow gets to his feet, but is immediately sent back down with a dropkick from Showtime. Showtime gets Nuke up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Showtime tries to telegraph a back drop, but Nuke counters with a sharp kick to Showtime's chest. Nuke goes into the ropes and hits a flying cross body on Showtime! He hangs on for the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Nuke is showing some good awareness out there! He almost had Showtime by surprise!

Brian Rentfro: Which is hard to believe that Showtime can be surprised by anyone.

Nuke gets Showtime to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Nuke goes to the opposite corner and then sprints towards Showtime. Nuke reaches the middle of the ring about a second later and gets brutally speared by Scottie Snow!

Jon McDaniel: THE SNOW PLOW from no where!! Nuke looks like he got all the wind knocked out of him!

Brian Rentfro: Snow covers, we could have a new TV Champ!

1...

2...

Showtime breaks it up!

Jon McDaniel: And a good save there by the current TV Champion... the crowd is giving these guys all the applause, especially Snow for that spear out of no where.

Brian Rentfro: He's been surprisingly.. not horrible as of late, Jon!

Showtime gets Snow up to his feet and hits a big-time jawbreaker. Snow falls to the mat. Nuke is up to his feet now and hits a leaping roundhouse that connects with Showtime's jaw! Nuke hops up to the top rope and comes down with a four-fifty cannonball splash!

Brian Rentfro: WOW! What a move from the new guy! This could be over!

Nuke stays on top for the cover.

1...

2..

3 -- No! Snow broke it up just in time.

Jon McDaniel: Luckily Snow didn't get rocked too hard by that jawbreaker or else he wouldn't have been able to make that save.

Brian Rentfro: Who says Showtime needed the save?

Jon McDaniel: Me!

Snow gets Nuke up to his feet and nails him with a right hook. Snow sends Nuke into the corner and follows it up with a big time clothesline. Showtime is up to his feet and goes after Snow, but Snow dodges and Showtime crashes into Nuke! Nuke falls to the mat and Snow gets behind Showtime and nails him with the Panther Bomb!

Jon McDaniel: PANTHER BOMB! PANTHER BOMB! This could be it!

Brian Rentfro: HOLY CRAP! I can't believe this is happening! Nuke looks out of it!

Snow covers...

1...

2..

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match.. and NEW Television Champion... SCOTTIE "THE PANTHER" SNOW!!!

Snow begins to jump up and down in the ring as the excitement comes over him from winning the title. Nuke and Showtime clear the ring and head backstage. Snow is handed his Television Title, and the ref raises his arms in the air.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe it! Scottie Snow is our Television Champion!

Brian Rentfro: Is that his first title ever, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: I think it is! If not, it sure feels like it for him!

Snow continues to jump up and down as the crowd is on their feet, supporting the tough-luck loser that is Scottie Snow. Scottie slides out of the ring and races up the rampway, probably to celebrate with his mentor Rob Robinson.

Backstage...


We move backstage to find Toshi Yang standing in front of the London’s Burning graphic on a large 50 inch HD LCD TV.

Toshi: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Chamelion!

The camera pans wide to include Chamelion in the picture. He nods once to Toshi who smiles back.

Toshi: Thanks for taking this moment to talk to us, Chamelion. Tonight you’re going to go one on one with a man who has been causing you problems in the last few months, the referee known as Daniel Davis. What are your thoughts?

Chamelion offers a small smile, as he scratches his chin.

Chamelion: Toshi, my thoughts lately have been on why this Davis kiddo has seen to it to be a thorn in my side. He says it’s personal, but for whatever reason I have not been able to discern. I mean, I know I can be quite the asshole on occasion, but I’m at a loss.

Toshi: Well, you got your wish to have a match with him tonight, and it’s no disqualification. What are your intentions?

Chamelion: Intentions? Toshi, let me be clear. What Davis did to me is unforgivable. He was instrumental in me losing my world title to Matthew Engel two weeks ago… and that’s not something I can let go easily. Tonight, Davis is going to pay for his grievous errors, and pay big time.

Toshi: And then what? After you extract your revenge, which seems very likely considering that Davis is not a wrestler, what are you going to do?

Chamelion: Simple, whether its Viktor Stone, Scott Nash Strader or Matthew Engel I am going to challenge the winner to a world title match, and take back what’s mine. The PWA BOD decided to take my power away as the President, and that just opens the door for me to climb the proverbial ladder and be champion here again, fair and justly and that is exactly what I’m going to do.

Before Toshi can respond, Chamelion looks past her and his smile fades. The camera pans back more and into the shot comes Hunter Sullivan. Chamelion tilts his head.

Chamelion: Something I can do for you, kiddo?

Toshi turns the mic over to Hunter and he just stands there for a moment, his expression rather blank. After a couple of beats, Hunter turns and walks off. Toshi looks at Chamelion, who just shrugs. The scene then switches back to ringside.

Duff Cote d'Ivoire v. 'The Celtic Fury' Jacob Figgins

Grizzly Beer Title Match
Blind Man's Bluff Match


The lights in the venue dim as a hand becomes visible throwing the entrance curtain open. And out comes the Celtic Fury receiving a mixed reaction from the audience as "Battle Song" blares into the speakers.


Hear the sound of swords fulfill the night
Feel the winds of death on your skin
See the arrows fly, flaming in the sky
Hear the screams of men, as they die



At the top of the entrance aisle, Figgins turns his back to the audience outstretching both of his arms and leaning back. Finally he spins on one foot and spits energy drink onto the aisle infront of him. Letting his arms fall back down to his side he began his trek towards the squared circle.

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
We returned with our glory


Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 267 pounds...He is the Celtic Fury...JACOOOB FIIIIGGIIINS!

Silence now falls upon this blood red field
Vultures feasting with the flesh of dead bodies
"This is a great moment for all of us
but now its time to head back home victorious"



The lights returned to normal and Figgins raised his head letting the audience's eyes grace him. Looking from left to right, a smirk crawled across the features of Figgins as he runs up the ring steps and walks along the apron taking a swig of his energy drink before putting the bottle down next to the southeast turnbuckle. He works his way carefully into the ring, and walks to the centre. He outstretches his arms and leans back, spraying a fine mist into the air by spitting the drink.


We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory



Figgins looks around the ring, cautiously, carefully taking in where everything is placed. Figgins turns on one foot and extends his arms for a final time acting as if it was a privilege to the audience to watch him perform in the squared circle and within the venue itself. Dropping his arms he takes off his ring jacket and throws it outside of the ring to get prepared for his upcoming bout.

Jon McDaniel: There's a lot at stake in this match. You know, Duff said he's been concocting all of these weird stipulations ever since he lost the CWA Platinum belt.

Brian Rentfro: Thanks, Captain Obvious. He only said all of that last week. I only hope this match delivers, because it looks interesting on paper.

[An old nylon-string guitar begins playing lonely notes over the loudspeakers and the sound echoes as if it's residing deep inside 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 growling vocals.]

--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 surrounding the curtain flicker in a constant strobe and Duff Côte d'Ivoire 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 grin.]

--Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out--
--This vigil burns--
--Until the date our fires overtake you--


Eric Emerson: On the way to the ring: from Chicago, Illinois, he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs., he is the PWA Grizzly Beer champion... Duff Côôôte d'Ivoiiire!

[He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again. He looks at the ring ropes, runs a finger along them and, judging by the blood on his fingers, he is satisfied with the way things are set up. At the same time, he also has a hint of worry on him. He, too, rolls into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd in the far corner for a few moments.]

--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--


[Duff turns and waits impatiently for the match to begin. Weapons have already been scattered around the ring. Duff smirks at his opponent across the ring and the referee stands in between them. Duff hands the referee the belt. He shows it to Duff, who nods, nonchalantly. The referee then takes the belt over to Figgins, who surveys it with the eyes of a man crazed, and wanting it more than anything else in his world. The referee passes the belt to the timekeeper on the outside. He then takes a pair of blindfolds from the timekeeper, inspects them, and applies them to both of the men. The bell rings.]

DING! DING! DING!

[Both men begin approaching the center of the ring, cautiously, hands outstretched like a pair of Frankenstein monsters, or zombies. They finally reach each other, and lock hands, and begin a sort of test of strength. The larger Duff gets the advantage, and begins to bend Figgins back at the knees. Figgins lets loose with an armdrag out of nowhere, flinging Duff on top of a metal folding chair on the far side of the ring. Duff arches his back in pain and gets to his feet from his knees.]

Jon McDaniel: Very smart move by Figgins there, no doubt he saw that chair before he was blindfolded and decided to take advantage of it.

Brian Rentfro: Or maybe he just got lucky, who knows.

[Duff finds his hands on the chair and lifts it awkwardly, feeling around until he can properly grip the weapon. Figgins is still facing in the direction of which he tossed Duff, but has no idea that Duff has taken up the weapon. Duff holds out his hand, with the chair behind his back, and links fingers with Figgins again. He pulls Figgins in, kicks him in the gut, and wails on his approximation of Figgins' location. Little does Duff know, he only grazed Figgins' side. Figgins has stumbled back, and fallen to one knee. He feels around the ring, and finds a kendo stick. Gripping it tightly, he moves around the ring in the direction opposite of Duff. The fans try giving the wrestlers some directions, but it is of very little use.]

Brian Rentfro: This is the most chaotic match I have seen that didn't involve any kind of action at all.

Jon McDaniel: I'd really like to see you wrestle blindfolded.

[The two men bump into one another, back-to-back, and rapidly swing around. They both go for strikes with their chosen weapons. Duff hits Figgins in the head with a chair, and Figgins catches Duff's ribs with the cane. Duff is doubled over, and left on one knee, using the chair to prop himself up. Figgins stumbles backwards again, and right into the barbed wire. He yelps in pain, and drops the kendo stick. Duff hears this and begins to sneak around the ring, still holding onto his chair, but he trips over an ill-placed bat, laced in barbed wire. His body hitting the mat causes Figgins to look around wildly, and Duff to quickly pull himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for the former 'Silent Assassin', he grabbed the ring ropes, and his hand has started to bleed. He covers his mouth with his other hand, dropping the chair and making some more noise. He curses under his breath.]

Jon McDaniel: Duff is seeming to have some bad luck in the ring tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and that's pretty bad when you consider he thought up the match type.

[Duff stands up and bends down at a 90-degree angle, and picks up the barbed wire bat. In his haste, he grabs the wrong end first, though, and blood gushes faster from his wounded hand. He yells and Figgins charges in the direction of the cry, and swings at Duff, just as he gets a grip on the bat and holds it up, blocking the blow from Figgins. Duff makes his way back up to his feet as he and his opponent continue the stalemate, and eventually begin to hack away at each other in a way similar to a sword fight.]

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is this, Lord of the Rings?!

Jon McDaniel: I was reminded more of Robin Hood: Men in Tights. 'EY, BLINKIN'!

[Eventually, Figgins gets a bat to the gut for his troubles. While he's doubled over, Duff moves over him and begins smashing his back with the barbed wire. Figgins yowls and Duff eventually relents. He tosses the barbed wire bat to the side and moves in the general direction of Figgins' heavy breaths. He grabs for Figgins' hair, and gets it, but Figgins swings around and hits Duff in the head with a frying pan! Duff is stunned, and falls to his back, while Figgins begins to pick himself up, using the ring ropes with little or no problems, considering the tape on his hands and forearms, guarding him from the barbs.]

Jon McDaniel: Very resourceful move there by Figgins.

Brian Rentfro: Pretty lucky, too. But he might make this an early night for Duff.

[The referee begins the count.]

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

[Duff gets to his feet slowly. Figgins, meanwhile, has been feeling around the mat, until he finds the barbed wire bat. He smirks arrogantly, and picks it up. He takes the butt-end of it, the one not covered in barbed wire, and, with a lucky guess, thrusts it into Duff's gut. Duff let's out an 'oof' that's audible from all over the arena and goes down on all fours. Figgins works his way around Duff's back. He smiles sadistically. Figgins moves the barbed wire bat in front of Duff's chin, and begins to pull back in a camel clutch, jamming the barbed wire into Duff's forehead. Duff claws at the barbed wire, which is doing nothing but causing more damage than good. The referee orders Figgins break the hold, and reminds him that he can only win by KO, but Figgins doesn't much care, he wants to inflict as much damage as he can.]

Jon McDaniel: You know, for someone who called this match 'garbage', Figgins sure is taking advantage of the rules, or lack thereof.

Brian Rentfro: Can you blame him? Duff is a tough customer, you have to do a lot to incapacitate him. He probably should have done his best to wear some of that fake skin that Jethro Hayes wore last month.

[Duff finally positions himself to grab onto the bat and fight Figgins for it. He gets to his knees, fighting on pure adrenaline, and then to his feet. Duff puts some elbows into Figgins' gut, causing him to slip a few times, cutting even more into Duff's skull. Finally, Figgins breaks the hold and stumbles backwards. He winds up and goes to hit Duff again with the bat, but Duff is quick to spin around and take his opponent out with a vicious lariat. Figgins' head bounces off of a steel chair. Duff bends down and searches for something... anything to fight back against Figgins. He finds a brown bag. He smiles, knowing just what's in it.]

Jon McDaniel: I have a baaad feeling about this.

Brian Rentfro: I don't. C'mon, Duff, make him wear the crimson mask!

[Duff spills the bag full of thumbtacks, smiling all the while. He calls something out at Figgins, who has since risen to his feet, and Figgins turns towards Duff. Figgins throws a right haymaker in the direction the voice, and then another, hitting only air in the process, and Duff grabs his foe by the head and delivers a nasty knee-lift to Figgins' midsection. He then puts Figgins' head in between his legs, and lifts him up, before spinning around and slamming Figgins onto the thumbtacks, with authority, as they say.]

Jon McDaniel: Both of them got the worst of that, I think Duff ended up sitting on some of the tacks.

Brian Rentfro: With how many tacks were in the bag? I wouldn't be surprised. That was a mountain right up until Figgins was used as a method of destruction.

[Duff stands up, and sure enough, he brushes some tacks from his butt. The referee counts.]

1...

2...

3...

4...

[Figgins gets to one knee. Duff is kicking around the ring like a rooster, without the necessary clucking or 'wings', for some reason.]
5...

6...

7...

[Figgins reaches his feet, and lurches in the direction of the noises that are being caused by Duff's kicking around the ring. Figgins grabs one of Duff's arms and begins running it across the barbed wire. Duff screams in pain, and throws wild punches at his opponent, catching him at least once, and making Figgins bleed from the nose. Figgins clutches his nose, and Duff continues to punch at his opponent, until he comes up with a devious plan. He throws Figgins into the ropes, and Figgins flips over the top, getting his neck caught between the top and middle ropes. Figgins grips the ropes, and tenses up his neck. The fans scream out in shock and horror.]

Jon McDaniel: Oh, my God! This is absolutely horrible! We need some help out here or something!

Brian Rentfro: Now, now. He can fight his way out of it, I'm sure.

[Figgins' face turn sickening shades of red, and then blue. The referee helps him out of the vice of the ropes. Figgins crawls towards the announcer's table, and Duff manages to navigate himself outside of the ring, and follows the choking sounds of Figgins. When he reaches Figgins, he slams his head into the commentator's table after feeling around for it. Figgins crumbles to the floor. The referee follows the two to the outside, and tells them to get back into the ring, despite the fact there is no rule against being outside of the ring. Duff won't have any of it, though, and he scoops up Figgins. He turns around and, with the commentator's table -- and the referee -- directly behind him, throws Figgins back with a fallaway slam! The referee is knocked down, and out, and Figgins rolls into the laps of Rentfro and McDaniel.]

Jon McDaniel: This is pure chaos! Now the referee is down as well! When will it end?!

Brian Rentfro: I dunno, but I hope they shut you up before it's all done.

[Duff overhears all of this, and smirks. He rushes over to the ropes and, risking a lot, cuts a slit into the blindfold, so he can see. He laughs maniacally, and finds Figgins behind the announcer's table, pushing the commentators out of the way. He takes Figgins and introduces him to the barbed wire again, running his forehead along the wires, and cutting his forehead open as well. Both men's blindfolds are now soaked in blood. Duff throws Figgins into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle, taking special care not to slip, or it would surely mean something horrible for potential future generations of Duffies. Figgins reaches his feet, and Duff leaps, going for a flying clothesline, only to be met with a face full of... baby powder?]

Jon McDaniel: Well, that's what Duff gets for trying to cheat!

Brian Rentfro: The glove is certainly on the other foot now. I guess Figgins is trying to give Duff a feel of what it was like to have that talcum powder in his eyes some years ago.

[Duff slams into the thumbtacks in the centre of the ring, and yells in pain, while closing his eyes tighter than leather pants on Rob Halford. Figgins stands in the ring and stomps where he hears Duff's yells, driving more thumbtacks deeper into his body. He lifts Duff up, and while his opponent is standing in a slightly doubled, pained position, Figgins delivers a nasty European uppercut that sends Duff back down onto the tacks. Figgins picks Duff up again and whips him into the corner. Duff is winded in the corner, and Figgins grabs onto Duff's arm, putting it over, and pulling it through the top rope, cutting it up badly. Duff yells and grabs at his arm.]

Jon McDaniel: This match keeps getting even more ridiculous and brutal by the minute!

Brian Rentfro: It's a hardcore match, did you expect there to be a lot of clean, crisp moves?

[Duff eventually escapes the move by jabbing a thumb into where Figgins' eye would be by his estimate. Figgins staggers, and Duff bends down, clutching at his arm, and moving his arm around slowly, trying to find a weapon. He finds Figgins' can of energy drink. Duff pours out its contents outside of the ring and turns around. He leans back into the corner. Figgins returns to attempt the same move again, but Duff takes the opportunity and smashes the can against Figgins' gushing forehead. Figgins falls flat on his back and holds his forehead, feeling the obvious pangs that would come from such a shot. Duff grabs Figgins' legs and puts on a sharpshooter!]

Brian Rentfro: What a stupid move. Duff must have forgotten that this is a KO match.

Jon McDaniel: That, or he just wants to inflict a ton of damage on Figgins. Payback for the modified camel clutch earlier?

[A new referee enters the ring and demands that Duff break the hold, and he does after a few moments. He balances himself against the turnbuckle and begins wiping his eyes, trying to get rid of that awful sting from the baby powder in his eyes. After a while of trying to unblind himself, Duff notices something: the referee hasn't been counting Jacob Figgins down. He turns and yells something at the referee, demanding an explanation, but all he gets is a knee-lift into the corner with a folding chair from his opponent. Duff wanders around like the town drunk before dropping down to one knee. Figgins works his way around Duff's body, clumsily, and applies a hammerlock before dropping Duff on his head with a devastating hammerlock DDT! The referee begins the count as both men are down.]

1...

2...

3...

4...

[Figgins begins to stir, and gets to a knee.]

5...

6...

[Duff also begins to move, and finds himself propped up against a turnbuckle. Figgins finds his chair and begins to stand, slowly, and unsteadily. His legs wobble beneath him.]

7...

8...

[Duff also reaches his feet, and, when Figgins lunges at Duff with a burst of strength, Duff narrowly avoids the shot, having regained a little bit of his vision, and delivers a nasty knee to Figgins' gut. Duff puts Figgins' head in between his legs, and begins to lift his opponent in a piledriver, but Figgins won't have any of it. He spins Duff around and puts him in a similar position, and tries lifting Duff, but Duff won't go over, either. Duff, however, lifts Figgins onto his shoulder, and throws him down in a watermill slam. He quickly rises to one knee and grabs the barbed wire bat again. He rolls out of the ring and goes searching, and finds a tank of gas. He smiles, wraps the shirt he's wearing around the bat, since it's already been torn by the barbed wire, and douses it in the gasoline. He then throws the container across the floor and rolls into the ring. Digging in his pocket, he pulls out a book of matches, and lights the pyre.]

Jon McDaniel: This cannot end well.

Brian Rentfro: Augh, I think he got some of it on my shoes. These were expensive!

[Duff shows off his modified toy to the crowd, and turns around only to be met by a trash can thrown by Jacob Figgins. Duff stumbles and his bare back is ripped at by the barbed wire, causing him to drop the bat to the outside of the ring, igniting the rest of the gasoline and starting a fire that just narrowly avoids the announcers' table. Figgins rushes in the direction of Duff's screams and throws a forearm at him. A forearm covered in what was commonly referred to as the 'barbed wire gauntlet' back in the day. With barbed wire now cutting into both sides of Duff's torso, Duff begins to fight back desperately, and kicks Figgins in the front of the knee, causing it to buckle.]

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Can we get someone out here to put this fire out?!

Brian Rentfro: Seriously! These shoes were like... $500!

[Duff grabs a hold of Figgins' arm and attempts to whip him across the ring, into the corner, but Figgins reverses it. He keeps Duff's arm firmly gripped, and grabs the other. Crossing them in front of Duff's body, Figgins bends a weakened Duff down and traps Duff's head in one of his arm pits, similar to a facelock. Figgins releases one of Duff's arms and reaches through his legs. Figgins lifts his victim up so he is upside down. Figgins falls to the ground and drops Duff on the top of his head. The crowd erupts in a sea of cheers. The referee begins the count.]

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

[Duff begins to stand, but fails to do so. Figgins is also stirring, and begins to crawl towards the ropes.]

6...

7...

8...

[Figgins stands up as quickly as he can, hobbling and grabbing onto the ropes for balance, despite the pain surging through his hand. Duff also begins to stand, but can't find the support of the ropes.]

9...

10!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this bout and NEEEEW PWA Grizzly Beer champion... Jacoooob Fiiiiigiiiiins!

Jon McDaniel: What a brutal match. And here we still have to wait for the main event! If this is a sign of anything, it's that tonight will certainly be one of the most intense nights of action the PWA has seen in recent months.

Brian Rentfro: About damn time they finished. I've had enough of barbed wire for a while. AND CAN WE GET SOMEONE TO PUT THIS FIRE OUT BEFORE IT GETS TO MY SHOES? PLEASE?!

Backstage...


Showtime is walking in the backstage area, punching random items he comes across. He turns a corner and see President Robinson standing in front of him.

President Robinson: Well Showtime, things didn't go so well out there, did they?

Showtime: Shut up, Rob, I'm not in the mood for your shit tonight.

President Robinson: Is that any way to talk to an old friend, Marcus? Look, we've known each other for years and I know what it is like to be down on your luck, so how about I help you out here?

Robinson offers his hand to Showtime, but Showtime slaps it away.

President Robinson: Really? Is that your final word on the matter?

Showtime just glares at him.

President Robinson: Your loss.

Showtime shoves Robinson to the side as he continues walking, but Derek Stephen Taylor and Scottie Snow run up behind him and attack him, beating Showtime to the ground. The attack continues until Showtime is no longer moving.

President Robinson: Marcus, you never were the smartest guy around, but anyone should have been taught a lesson from that.

Robinson, Taylor, and Snow all walk away.

Chamelion v. 'Referee' Daniel Davis

Grudge Match - No Disqualification


DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a No Disqualification Match!

The crowd’s reaction electrifies the arena, as they are anticipating a blood bath and eager for it.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, weighing in at 162lbs, he hails from Boston, Massachusetts… he is one of the PWA’s referees, here is Daniel Davis!

The PWA’s theme, Into The Unknown By Blood Corps, plays and Davis, adorned in plain black wrestling tights with a striped shirt, staggers out from backstage, as if pushed by unseen hands. He glares to whomever did it, and looks down to the ring with fear. Cautiously and tentatively, he moves down to the ring but once there, he stops short and bites his lip. A few moments pass before he walks up the steel steps, and slips into the ring. Defiant he poses for the crowd, only to get booed massively.

Jon McDaniel: I did some research, and this referee has been with the PWA almost it’s entire existence, and while never known by name.. he has been involved in many Chamelion matches over the years. Whatever his beef is with Chamelion, he made a grave error in taking it out in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t care, Sommers has no right to force Davis into a match. Especially one so brutal as no-dq.

Jon McDaniel: Davis should have considered that before pissing off the Most Devious SOB in the Business.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent….

“Come with Me” by Puff Daddy hits the speakers and the fans roar out their cheers, mixed with some boos, as Chamelion steps out onto the stage, bathed in strobe lights and pulsing music. His head is down, his hands held together down at his lower chest and he lets the music flow over him.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at 245lbs and hails from Las Vegas Nevada…….

Chamelion lifts his head, grins wickedly and clenches his fists as he begins the short walk down to the ring, his eyes never leaving Davis, who has already scurried to the far side of the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is a former PWA World Champion, and owner of the Pioneer Wrestling Association…. CHAMELION!

Reaching the ring apron, Chamelion slides in on his stomach, his eyes raised to Davis, like a predator stalking his prey. Jumping to his feet, Chamelion mounts the closest turn buckle and plays to the crowd. As his music dies down, Chamelion jumps back down and turns, his smile gone and a look of dark disdain replaces it.

Brian Rentfro: I do not like the look in his eyes.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion is ready to dish out some major pain, and Davis is his only target.

Brian Rentfro: This should have at least been a handicap match, dammit!

Jon McDaniel: Would you like to volunteer to tag with Davis?

Brian Rentfro: Uh, I said it should be.. not that I’d do it!

Back in the ring, the assigned senior referee Lance Weston invites both men to the center, to go over the rules. He basically instructs them both, that there are no rules, to which Davis swallows his tongue and Chamelion’s devious grin reappears. Lance then orders both men to step back and prepare for battle.

Jon McDaniel: And we’re under way!

Brian Rentfro: Nice knowing you, Davis.

DING DING DING!

Immediately Davis turns and tries to fly out between the ropes, but Chamelion, anticipating this, races up and grabs Davis by his lower tights! He clicks his tongue and pulls Davis back in, and throws him into the corner. Davis holds his arms up over his face, hiding and Chamelion chuckles, backing up. Davis lowers his arms a bit, and Chamelion motions for a standard lock up.

Jon McDaniel: Strange, even after all that has happened, Chamelion is trying to get Davis to wrestle a straight forward match.

Brian Rentfro: You speak as if you don’t know Chamelion, Jon. You know he has something up his sleeve.

Davis, tentatively, steps forward, and the two men indeed lock up in a classic collar and elbow tie-up. Davis then pulls Chamelion into a headlock and begins wrenching away.

Jon McDaniel: And Davis takes advantage.

Brian Rentfro: Wha?

Davis wrenches a couple more times and then sloppily tries to take Chamelion’s arm behind him into a arm bar, but he loses grip and jumps back as Chamelion comes free. Turning, Chamelion applauds Davis.

Brian Rentfro: I’m confused.

Chamelion then motions for another lock up, and more confidently, Davis steps in and again both men lock up. Again, Davis takes control with a headlock and with more assuredness, Davis locks Chamelion’s arm up behind him. In this position, he actually looks confused as to what to do next. Chamelion, meanwhile, seems to be grimacing in pain from the hold. Davis, thinking a move, trips Chamelion’s leg out from under him and the Devious one drops down stomach first to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Nice move by Davis, he now has Chamelion at a solid disadvantage.

Brian Rentfro: I have to say, this surprises me a lot.

With Chamelion on his stomach, Davis finally gets the courage and stomps viciously on Chamelion’s lower back! Chamelion grunts in pain and Davis then goes running into the ropes, a grin on his face as he races back to drop his body on Chamelion’s lower back. As he hits the ropes, however, Chamelion quickly rolls over and nips up and as Davis comes in, shock on his face, Chamelion connects with the Sweet Sound of Success!

Jon McDaniel: A quick strike from Chamelion, who obviously was playing with Davis this whole time.

Brian Rentfro: Now that makes more sense!

Staring down at Davis, who now lays on his back completely unconscious, Chamelion’s expression has become very dark. Turning, he slides out of the ring and grabs one of the steel chairs away from a technician and shoves it into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Oh no.

Brian Rentfro: See, this is what I was talking about. Just cover Davis and be done with it, Chamelion!

Standing over the prone man, Chamelion looks left and then right, as the crowd roars its approval. Taking a single deep breath, Chamelion heaves the chair over his head and brings it down over Davis’s chest!

**SMACK**

A second, third and fourth time and the arena yells and screams each time their blood thirsty cries as Chamelion decimates Davis with the chair shots. After the fourth one, Chamelion drops to one knee and lifts Davis’s head. Slipping the chair over his head, Chamelion sets it up so that the rim of the chair sets against Davis’s throat.

Jon McDaniel: Ok, this is going too far.

Brian Rentfro: I told you!!!

Spitting on the chair, Chamelion turns and points to the corner turn buckle. He then steps outside, and begins to climb. Suddenly, the crowd roars louder as Hunter Sullivan comes running down the entrance ramp.

Jon McDaniel: Wait, here comes Hunter Sullivan!!

Brian Rentfro: What the hell does he want!?

As Chamelion gets perched on the top rope to fly, Hunter jumps up and shoves Chamelion, who goes crashing into the ring. Sullivan then slips through the ropes and pulls the steel chair off of Davis’s neck. As Chamelion rolls to his feet and turns violently towards Sullivan, Hunter swings and Chamelion quickly ducks the shot attempt. As Sullivan spins from the momentum, Chamelion takes two quick steps forward and goes for the SOS again. However, Hunter senses the move and ducks and as Chamelion drops to his feet and turns, Hunter connects with the steel chair square to Chamelion’s forehead.

Brian Rentfro: Direct hit!

Chamelion falls sprawled out onto the canvas and Hunter holds the chair with one hand and scoops Chamelion up, who’s forehead is now bleeding and then hits a vicious Viper Snap, crashing the chair into Chamelion’s face! As Chamelion lays in a heap on the canvas, Hunter pulls Daniel Davis over Chamelion’s prone body and points to the referee to make the count. Having no choice, Lance drops and counts.

1

2

3!

DING DING DING!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t believe it.

Brian Rentfro: Believe if, Jon. Chamelion just got pinned by a referee!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, “Referee” Daniel Davis!

The crowd’s reaction is a roar of boos and hisses, directed less to Davis and more to Hunter Sullivan. Hunter stares down at Chamelion’s bloodied body and then turns, and exits the ring without so much as a backwards glance.

Jon McDaniel: What was Sullivan’s purpose for coming down here and interfering in the first place?

Brian Rentfro: Ya know, I couldn’t tell you, but it seems the Hunter has found himself some new prey in the form of our esteemed resident lizard, Chamelion.

Jon McDaniel: One thing I do know, is when Chamelion comes too, there is going to be hell to pay, and Hunter may not have a large enough wallet.

Brian Rentfro: Ok, I think we can dispense with the cliché’s now. Davis is being helped backstage by the other referees, who actually seem rather pleased their comrade came through, as much as he did anyway.

Jon McDaniel: And here comes Sandra, checking on her husband and helping him to sit up. His face looks terrible from the chair shots, and I’m sure he’s going to need stitches.

Brian Rentfro: In the end, Chamelion’s plan failed big time.. but what’s to come now, should be most interesting.

Jon McDaniel: We need to move on, the ring is clear as Chamelion is being helped up the ramp by Sandra, and we gotta get to our next match.

Sex & Violence v. Farm and Harm Express

Tag Team Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is for the PWA Tag Team Championship... Introducing first the team of Jamie Flynn and Jethro Hayes... the Farm and Harm Express!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

Introducing next his tag team partner, from Seattle, Washington...

The house lights dim, as the image of a red ouroboros flashes on the monitor...

Amidst the cheering, "The Pot" subtly begins to play over the arena.

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been... high
You must have been... high

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...

As 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.

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: JAMIE FLYNN!!

He slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. He walks briskly to a corner and hops up, throwing his hands high into the air and soaking in a few more moments of the crowds' admiration.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Musta got lemon juice up in your... eye!
When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must have been... high! high!
You must have been... high! high!

Removing his shades and sweater, he hands them off to an official outside the ring and moves to his corner, where he stretches out a few last-minute kinks and waits for the match to begin.

Jon McDaniel: This matches promises to be a great one Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Indeed it does John.

Eric Emerson: Now introducing the team of Nightmare and El Rey... Sex and Violence... your tag team champions!

The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway.

Eric Emerson: 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 cropped 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 counterpoint.

~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~

Eric Emerson: 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 highlights 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~

Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!

As a shower of red pyros rains down upon the stage, Nightmare steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face.

~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Yeah, motherfucker~
~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 the back.

~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Yeah, motherfucker~
~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.

Eric Emerson: 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).

Eric Emerson: Introducing his tag team partner all the way from Villahermosa , Tabasco , Mexico , 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.

DING! DING!

Jamie is in first to start the match as across the other side of the ring, El Rey takes the first leg of this journey. The two high risk takers meet in the middle of the ring and lock up; El Rey is quickly at a disadvantage as Jamie nails a right hand to the temple of the King of Hearts. El Rey stumbles backwards and is immediately whipped into the ropes by Flynn. As El Rey bounces off the ropes Jamie aims for a clothesline, but the King of Hearts ducks under the attempt and bounces back aiming for a clothesline of his own. Jamie leap frogs El Rey, planting his feet, Jamie delivers a spinning roundhouse kick that El Rey barely manages to avoid.

Brian Rentfro: It appears that these two have scouted each other fairly well.

Jon McDaniel: It would appear so.

Jamie and El Rey nod at each other and lock up once again with El Rey now getting an advantage with a side headlock. Jamie places his hands around the waist of El Rey and lifts up throwing El Rey backwards. The King of Hearts lands on his feet charging at the back of Jamie both men hit the ropes but Jamie holds onto the top rope as El Rey rolls back having attempted a roll up pin. El Rey is back on his feet quickly as Jamie turns around to a massive clothesline from El Rey nearly toppling Jamie over the top. Jamie is stunned quickly going on the defensive as El Rey delivers a few sharp knife edged chops to Jamie's chest. The force of the repeated blows backs Jamie into a neutral corner and the King of Hearts places a well aimed shoulder block into the midsection of Flynn. Jamie doubles over, but is quickly lifted back to a vertical position by El Rey's uppercut. El Rey begins to back up going for a running start and leaps up into the air with a short running body splash that causes Jamie to stumble forward and onto the mat. Taking advantage of their offense, El Rey drags Jamie over to his corner and tags in Jonathon Wehali to bring in the fresher man. The two double team Jamie, until the ref reaches his mandatory five count at which El Rey climbs through the ropes to stand in the corner. Wehali backs Jamie up into their corner with vicious forearm shots to the chest and face of Flynn, causing the chaotic high flyer to be pressed into the wrong corner. Wehali rears back with his right hand delivering a punch to the temple of Flynn. Pulling him out of the corner, for more damage, Jamie is whipped into the ropes and rebounds and both men deliver a clothesline; they are both on the mat.

ONE! TWO!

Jethro taps the turnbuckle trying to get Jamie's adrenaline pumping. The crowd is confused who to cheer for and go along with the beat for the present time.

THREE! FOUR!

Jon McDaniel: Both men down, but who will regain their feet first?

Brian Rentfro: It appears that both will.

Both Jamie get to their feet, Jonathon having gained his vertical base just slightly ahead of Jamie, but is facing away from Flynn. As Jonathon turns, he is met with a closed right hand followed by forearm shots then a barrage of fist, chop, and forearm combos until Wehali is now in their corner. Jamie reaches out tagging his partner theFarm in Farm and Harm Express. Jamie and Jethro take their turn double teaming Wehali until their own five count at which Jamie obliges the ref's order and climbs through the ropes. Jethro, showing his power, lifts Nightmare up onto the top turnbuckle, climbing up after him. He hooks Wehali's head under his arm and lifts Wehali skyward with a top rope superplex and Jonathon is down to the mat on his back. Jethro quickly makes a cover.

ONE! TWO! THR-- No, El Rey in to make the save as the ref admonsihes the King of Hearts. Having the ref distracted, Jamie and Jethro take advantage and use another few double team moves until the ref turns his back and is back with his mandatory five count at which Jamie climbs back through the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Jamie and Jethro taking advantage of the mandatory five count.

Jon McDaniel: You have to use everything you can against a team as formidable as Sex and Violence.

Jethro whips Wehali into the ropes, but he reverses the move and now Jethro is bouncing off the ropes right into a boot from Wehali who hits the mat. Jethro is now on his back as is Jonathon Wehali. Across the ring, El Rey begins his own adrenaline maker and slaps the turnbuckle for Jonathon who begins to use the ropes to get to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: This crowd has no idea who to pull for here as they are now going along with Sex and Violence.

Jon McDaniel: Two fan favorites here, should be a clean hard fought matchup.

Wehali makes his feet as Jethro is on his hands and knees; Wehali delivers another boot, this time to the side of Jethro's head. The blow causes Jethro to shake his head, but he does not go back to lying face down on the mat; Jonathon bounces off the ropes nearest Jethro's head with a leg drop across the back of Jethro's neck. This time, Jethro goes down and Wehali wastes no time in attacking the right knee of Jethro.

Jon McDaniel: Smart move, if he can't stand, he can't deliver his Planter finishing maneuver.

Brian Rentfro: Wehali and El Rey aren't champions just by chance. They both have experience and it is now paying off tremendously.

Jonathon lifts the right leg of Jethro and plants it back into the mat with a jarring shake of the ring. Sweat is pouring from Nightmare as the right leg is lifted again, just to be driven back down to the mat. Taking the leg that he is concentrating on, Wehali pulls Jethro from his and Jamie's corner and into the middle of the ring, where he hooks on a modified half crab, paying special attention to the right leg of Jethro. On the ring apron, Jamie is yelling for Jethro to fight through the pain, he can do it, but the actual words are drowned out by the crowd's cheering. Jethro looks up and notices how far away from the ropes he is, he tries to crawl towards the ropes and the relief they will bring. Jonathon lets Jethro get about an agonizing inch for every minute he is in the hold, and just as Jethro reaches out for the ropes, Wehali yanks him back into the middle of the ring and applies the hold again. The ref gets down to one knee and asks Jethro something, Jethro just shakes his head in denial and the match continues. Jethro begins his trek towards the ropes again, but Jonathon stops him prematurely dragging his body to their corner where he tags in El Rey who immediately goes to work on the leg, continuing the work of his partner. El Rey places the right leg across the bottom rope and using the same rope, he bounces up into the air, driving his full weight onto the injured leg; Jethro screams out in pain and frustration. The look on Jethro's face is one of pain and longing as he looks at his corner and his tag team partner, Jamie Flynn. Jamie is looking like any minute he is going to enter in this match, tagged in or not. El Rey jumps back into the air and once again comes down on the right leg of Jethro Hayes. Pulling the much bigger man away from the ropes slightly, El Rey wraps the right leg of Jethro around his own and falls backwards, causing the right knee to hyperextend itsself, making Jethro endure even more pain. El Rey bounces back up from the mat, to hit the move once more.

Jon McDaniel: They are trying to break his leg.

Brian Rentfro: Nah, just make sure he can't hit his finisher.

El Rey pulls Jethro to his feet, but somehow Jethro back body drops El Rey over the top rope and to the outside apron. The King of Hearts stumbles and falls to the floor outside, but lands on his feet. Spinning around, he quickly leaps back to the apron as Jethro is falling back to the mat, not being able to stand on his injured leg for long. Leaping from the apron to the top rope, El Rey dives with a knee drop to the leg of Jethro, who manages just at the last instant to raise his uninjured foot catching El Rey in under the chin. Jamie begins to slap on the turnbuckle giving Jethro a much needed adrenaline boost, Jethro raises his head and begins to crawl towards the sound

Brian Rentfro: What did I tell you, the crowd cheering now with Farm and Harm.

Jon McDaniel: It is about fifty fifty, they like both teams.

Jamie is still slapping the turnbuckle as El Rey makes the tag and Jethro reaches out for the tag to Jamie. He lunges, but is stopped short when Jonathon grabs the injured leg, yanking him back into the middle of the ring; Jamie has had enough and is in the ring, but the ref gets in his way blocking his advance. Wehali slams the knee down into the mat repeatedly, illiciting moans of pain from Jethro. Jamie finally is convinced and climbs back through the ropes to stand beside the corner post. Nightmare turns Jethro hooking on a figure four leglock; Jethro sits up and grabs the head of Wehali and has him in a small package pin.

ONE! TWO! THR--No! Nightmare manages to kick out just in time but is up against the ropes and can barely stand up. He walks over to Jethro, who nearly got a surprise pin over him, and lifts him to his feet. Jethro sweeps the legs out from under Wehali, and lands on top of his opponent in a mma style ground and pound hold

Brian Rentfro: Jethro with a MMA takedown?

Jon McDaniel: Out of desperation Brian, only out of desperation.

Jethro rolls out of the takedown position and is nearly in his corner, but he doesn't realize it. He is lying on his back, staring up at the lights and breathing heavily the sweat is covering his face and soaking into the t-shirt he is wearing. He looks to the left of him at the sound of something slapping, to realize Jamie is just about a foot and a half away from him. Jethro grunts as he rolls over and is up to his left knee, the right one still causing pain when any amount of pressure is put on it and reaches out.

*SLAP!*, the tag from Jamie to Jethro is heard through the arena. Jamie climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with an Asai Moonsault Double-Stomp, hitting Jonathon squarely in the midsection. Pulling him from near the easy pin stopper in the ropes, Jamie makes a cover.

ONE! TWO! THR--No, El Rey is in to make the quick save for his team and to save the belts for the meantime. Jamie stands up, having been pulled off of Jonathon by El Rey and begins to trade punches with the King of Hearts. Both trade blows evenly until El Rey slips in a quick leg kick to the side of Jamie. Jamie grabs his ribcage, but continues to trade punches with El Rey as on the other side of the ring, Wehali is getting to his feet slowly. Doing a sort of stumble walk, Jonathon makes his way over to where Jamie and El Rey are trading blows back and forth and aims for a well placed right hand to the back of Jamie's head, but is stopped. He turns his head and there stands a slightly winded Jethro Hayes who begins to shake his head and wave his finger in Jonathon's face.

Brian Rentfro: Pandimonium!

Jon McDaniel: All four men trading blows in the ring, the ref has to regain some sort of order here.

The ref tries his best to sepearate the four men and restore the legal men to the match, but these four superstars are having none of it. Wehali has Jethro backed up into his and Jamie's corner as on the other side of the ring, Jamie has El Rey backed up into the corner. As Jethro turns Jonathon into the corner, El Rey turns Jamie around as well and the blows continue to be thrown. Jethro is throwing rights into the face of Wehali who manages to hit a desperation kick to Jethro's right leg, buckling the man to the ground and he begins to stomp away at the leg, making sure Jethro can't interfere with is plan. On the other side of the ring, Jamie has gained control of El Rey once more andis now pounding El Rey into the corner. Not knowing what is going on across the ring, he whips El Rey towards his and Jethro's corner.

El Rey runs towards his partner, who stops him, as Jamie climbs to the top turnbuckle. Both men turn around and Jamie leaps.

Jon McDaniel: Suicide Devil's Plancha

Jamie kicks El Rey out of the ring and covers Jonathon for the pin.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winners of the match and NEW PWA tag team champions... Jamie Flynn, Jethro Hayes... Farm and Harm Express!

The crowd erupts in cheers and clapping as Jamie's music begins to play over the arena's speakers.

The lights in the arena die, replaced by the soft glow of the ADC-Tron. The PWA logo appears...only to catch fire and fall off-screen, replaced by a slow-motion clip of Matthew Engel soaring off of the top rope, crashing down across Chamelion with the Euthanasia. A man's voice...raspy, distorted...comes over the PA system.

Man: ...the talent is not a lie...the talent is there...telling the truth about themselves...

Engel holds the PWA World title up high above his head as bits of garbage pelt him from the front rows. A close-up of Engel's face fills the ADC-Tron, the color draining until the image is black and white.

RAMPAGE. SEPTEMBER 5, 2008.


It then cuts immediately to Mark McNasty crushing Engel beneath him with the Sault Slam, covering him for the 3.

Man: ...the talent is wicked...undeserving of their delusions of grandeur, of superiority...

Viktor Stone folds Engel up with a jacknife pin as the referee counts three from last week's Chaos. He rises to his feet, the referee raising his hand. As with Engel, a close-up of Viktor's face fills the Tron, the color draining to black and white.

Man: ...not champion...not challenger...

SUMMER SIZZLER. AUGUST 15, 2008.


Corey Lazarus lifts Stone up high and then drops him to the mat on the back of his neck with the Box Office Bomb. 1. 2. 3.

Man: ...neither of them...

Scott Nash Strader lifts Jacob Figgins up high above his head, and then drops him back-first across his knee with the Memory Remains. Close-up of SNS's face, and the color drains as with Engel and Stone.

RAMPAGE. SEPTEMBER 12, 2008.


Matthew Engel nails the Euthanasia on Strader, knocking the wind out of the big man for the 3-count.

Man: ...I'll be watching...waiting...

A silhouette of a man wearing a trenchcoat and a Capone hat walks over the fading image of Engel pinning Strader.

Man: ...fear not, children...rapture is near...

The ADC-Tron dies again, a quick flash of the man's masked face: white, blank, with symmetrical black patches along the face. The lights come back to life, and the ADC-Tron focuses on the ring.

Riona Langly v. Hunter 'the Viper' Sullivan

Intercontinental Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest will be contested for the PIONEER WRESTLING ALLIANCE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP, and it's scheduled for ONE FALL with a 30 MINUTE TIME LIMIT!

Brian Rentfro: This could be the sleeper of the night... Both of these wrestlers bring to the table an interesting style, with Riona and her strong style and Hunter's submission based attack.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter's hungry for the title, don't get me wrong, but this is not Riona's first go around in title matches. She's got the experience...

Brian Rentfro: But can that experience overcome Hunter's greed?

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

Eric Emerson: Entering first, the Challenger! He comes to us tonight from Corner Brook Newfoundland, Canada!

The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. The London fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of jeers.

### Don't fret precious I'm here ###
### Step away from the window ###
### Go back to sleep... ###
### Lay your head down child ###
### I won't let the boogeyman come ###



With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter flicks the crowd off as he starts moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflect and cause glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seems steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp is laid out before him, en route to his goal.

### Pay no mind to the rabble ###
### Pay no mind to the rabble... ###
### Head down go to sleep ###
### To the rhythm of the war drums ###


Eric Emerson: He is THE VIPER... Ladies and Gentlemen, this is HUNTER... SULLIVAN!!!!

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

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


Brian Rentfro: As Riona's alluded to over the last couple of weeks, Hunter has bad luck in matches where titles are on the line.

Jon McDaniel: Well, he certainly looks determined. And you know what we say here in the PWA... everyone has a fresh start. If it didn't happen here, it just didn't happen.

Brian Rentfro: A policy that I don't really agree with on my honor as a stats geek.

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

Eric Emerson: Introducing next... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches. She is the current, reigning, defending... UNCONTESTED, UNDEFEATED, AND UNDISPUTED... PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!!

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###


Riona unstraps the PWA Intercontinental Championship from her waist and raises it high with one arm, pacing across the entrance ramp and showing everyone what she's got as the lasers turn back to red with Tajra's voice returning.

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###


Eric Emerson: This is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona lowers her arm and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd. The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose with the Intercontinental Championship in her right hand as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###


Brian Rentfro: As opposed to Hunter, Riona's success in first defenses is VERY good. She's only lost once before in a first title defense, and that was 4 years ago.

Jon McDaniel: Yes, but can Riona pull through the pain and win here?

Brian Rentfro: I've got money on her, so she better!

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal. The referee for this match, Andrew Jansen, is handed the IC Championship from Riona and holds it up for the crowd to see. Finally, Jansen hands the title off to the timekeeper and calls for the bell as both Riona and Hunter stare each other down from their respective corners.


* * * DING DING DING * * *

The referee for this match, Andrew Jansen, moves back and keeps his eyes on both wrestlers as they move into the center of the ring. Riona steps out of her corner cautiously, waiting for Hunter to make the first strike. Sullivan, contrary to her expectations, walks in calmly, extending his hand for a seemingly calm handshake. Riona looks bemused at such a cliché’ and overused tactic. The IC champion, however, makes a movement as if she would fall pray for such a thing, only to slap the hand away… and Hunter replies with a bitch slap! Riona turns with a stagger holding her face and Sullivan takes the advantage hitting a harsh knee clip. Riona falls roughly onto her back and Hunter presses his early advantage by gripping her right leg by the knee, hooking it for a submission attempt. Riona quickly regains her sense of mind, kicking Hunter off. Riona rolls to her feet but Sullivan however, still goes on the assault with some quick right hands. Using the match rules to her advantage, Riona backs into the ropes, causing Jansen to hold back Hunter. The Viper scoffs, seemingly intent on finishing Riona as quickly as possible. Riona, small amounts of panic on her face, suddenly smirks, giving Hunter a light clap for his efforts so far. The style of match hasn't determined as Langly moves away from the ropes, Hunter giving her the space she needs begrudgingly.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter getting out to a fast start.

Brian Rentfro: Yes, it's good for him, but Riona's an insane planner. She's probably got a strategy in mind for such an occassion.

Riona makes the first move attempting to lock up once again which Hunter accepts. Hunter, using his height and weight advantage, keeps to the early trend of the match as he is the first to gain the upper hand, breaking away from the left hand and getting behind Riona in a reverse waist lock. Riona quickly counters, sending harsh elbows back, pounding Sullivan’s temple. Hunter, to his credit as many would say, maintains his grip on the Champion, attempting to lift Riona into the air. Riona, however, doesn't let him get that far, using his weakening grip to turn around, changing the hold to a reverse waist lock of her own. Riona keeps steady ground and starts forcing Sullivan lower to the ground, pushing a boot into the back of his knee.

Jon McDaniel: We both knew this would happen, with both wrestlers well skilled technicians.

Brian Rentfro: These days, Riona is more well known for her striking ability and her stiffness, but make no mistake about it, Riona IS one of the finest technical wrestlers in the game, and she will punish anyone that fools themselves into thinking different.

Hunter starts to buckle forward but switches strategies as he reaches down and grips Riona’s boot, tripping the champion onto her back. Sullivan quickly returns to the knee hook he held in the previous exchange, trying to make a turn into a Single legged Boston crab. The champ holds herself steady on the mat as Hunter attempts to make the turn both ways, both unsuccessful. Tiring of Hunter having the advantage, Riona makes a change in movement, pulling her hooked leg, as well as Hunter, towards herself. This allows Riona to throw more hard elbow shots at Sullivan’s forehead, ending with a hard straight kick to the abdomen. Hunter staggers back holding his stomach, and Riona rolls back to her feet, shaking the leg out before rushing forward and slamming one of her patented stiff knees right into Hunter's chest. Hunter doubles over from the unexpected stiff move, and this allows the IC champion to lock Sullivan into a standing head scissors, quickly looking to hook the arms in a butterfly lock. However, Hunter only allows one arm to be hooked before dropping to his knees and twirling up, with his own arm still hooked. Sullivan grabs a hold of Riona's hair with his free hand and pulls Riona into a front face lock, seemingly ready to drop into a DDT. To his dismay, Langly reverses, locking in a waist lock, planting her feet and bringing Hunter down to the mat with a bridged northern lights suplex! ONE, TWO, Hunter rolls his shoulder from the mat. Riona keeps the hold in as she rolls to the side, attempting to bring both wrestlers back to their feet for a second go. The second Northern Lights is countered as Sullivan drives a harsh elbow into Riona’s spine. Hunter breaks the waist lock, hooking both the champ’s arms, twirling both wrestlers and sliding her down to the mat in a backslide pin. ONE TWO TH, Riona pushes herself out of the hold breaking the pin.

Jon McDaniel: Sweet mother this is some classical mat work here, truly some of the best.

Brian Rentfro: This is looking like it's going to be an endurance race for these two. It'll be interesting to see how Hunter's endurance stacks up to Riona's.

Hunter and Riona return to their feet at similar times, each ready for the other to strike. However, neither takes the bait and instead they settle for glaring at each other, with the London fans showing appriciation for this even start on the match. Riona grins at the small look of fustration on Hunter's face and begins to circle around the ring slowly, the crowd slowly starting to build up Riona's favorite chant of 'FUCK 'IM UP LANGLY, FUCK 'IM UP.' Hunter looks agitated at the chant, and holds out his hands for a test of strength, and Riona, to most people's surprise, agrees with a bit of a shrug. Riona and Sullivan interlock fingers on the right hand but as Langly lifts her left hand to accept the other arm Hunter seems to have other plans as he twirls, wrenching the locked arm. The IC champ doubles over holding at her shoulder as Sullivan drives a harsh elbow into it. Hunter follows up the elbow attack with a high knee assaulting the shoulder from below, repeating the combo of the knee and elbow a few times over to really work the pain in. Riona doesn’t take the assault long before using her small amount of leverage to Irish whip Sullivan to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes. Hunter ducks the attempt at one of Riona's stiff lariats, but he's unable to do the same when it comes to the stiff knee that cracks him right in the face.

Sullivan falls backwards to the mat, managing to fall into a seated position where Riona capitalizes by smashing her Reeboks into his face with a low-dropkick. Hunter falls onto his back and Riona wastes no time in heading to the closest set of ropes and rebounding off of them, hitting Hunter square in the chest with a flip senton. Riona gets back to her feet and takes a few seconds to roll her shoulder a bit to loosen it back up. Grabbing him with a full head of hair, Riona pulls Sullivan to his feet before delivering a quick and hard eurocut. Hunter staggers backwards and turns his back leaning into the turnbuckle, turning around afterwards. That turns out to be a severe mistake as Riona fires off her first knife-edge chop of the match, the impact being heard throughout the arena. Hunter tries to cover up his chest, but Riona is having none of that as she tucks his arms into the ropes and delivers another blistering knife-edge chop. Hunter screams, but that seems to motivate Riona as she throws knife-edge after knife-edge, the crowd chanting 'WOO' with each one. After 5 of them, Riona grabs his wrist and whips the competitor across the ring towards the parallel turnbuckle. Riona charges after him, but Sullivan regains his wits and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle for a springboard spinning heel kick... but Riona ducks the attempt! Sullivan makes an odd landing but still rolls, pushing himself to his feet. Riona gives him no quarter as she charges in ready to hit a lariat but it's ducked! In fact, Hunter hooks the attacking arm and brings Riona into a Half-Nelson, but Riona is able to engage a standing switch! Riona leaps with the momentum bringing her legs up for a crucifix, rolling the challenger to the mat, but it only gets a two count.

Jon McDaniel: Neither wrestler really seems to be able to get the advantage here.

Brian Rentfro: Riona seems to be bringing out the best in Hunter this week... This sort of technical duel can change in one more though, remember that.

Hunter and Riona each return to their feet, both quickly moving in and grabbing each other in a collar and elbow tie-up. Sullivan attempts to break out of the hold, but Riona keeps him and throws him to the mat judo-style. Riona follows up on her advantage, dropping down and hooking Sullivan’s arm and head in a front face-lock. Sullivan doesn't let Riona hold the move too long as he rolls to where Riona's on her back and pushes out of the hold. Before Riona can get back to her feet and retaliate, Sullivan locks Riona in an armbar. Langly wastes no time as she twists herself to her feet, bringing Hunter up while still in the hold. Riona slaps her arm a bit to ger the blood pumping while in the hold, and then counters as she pulls her arm back while sweeping Hunter's legs. As Sullivan falls however, he switches up his grip, pulling Riona overhead with an arm wringer. Riona hits the mat with a roll, returning to her feet and rushing forward for a clothesline attempt, but Sullivan counters again right back into the half nelson again! Hunter is unable to hit the suplex as Riona's got Sullivan's propencity for half-nelsons well scouted and she performs another standing switch into a reverse waist-lock. Sullivan widens his base attempting to break the hold, but Riona still lifts off the ground and drops him onto his side with a takedown. Riona moves around attempting to get a good lock on the arm, but a speedy Hunter rolls and twists, getting away and back to his feet and in a stance, while Riona rolls to a vertical stance as well, as the crowd cheers for what is classically known as the INDY FACE-OFF!

Brian Rentfro: I gotta say, Hunter's game plan of working over Riona's knee ain't going so well so far. Hell, it barely even looks as though Riona's missed a step!

Jon McDaniel: So far, he just has not been able to mount a long string of offense to do just that. Each of them has switched the momentum, leading to a draw so far.

Sullivan moves back in for another lock up which Riona agrees to, but once again, his size advantage allows him to push Riona against the ropes. Riona, not liking the cut of this jib, shoves Hunter out of the lockup and right to the mat. Hunter makes a slight back roll returning to his feet. Riona pushes off the ropes and reconnects the lock up with Hunter fiercely, pushing Sullivan back a bit. However, the Viper makes a crafty left arm break, leading Riona right into a textbook arm wrench. Sullivan jerks the arm once before Riona makes a forward roll, moving to her feet, and locking in an arm wrench of her own. Langly wrenches the hold onto him for a few seconds before Sullivan mounts his own counter, returning to the original position. Sullivan this time, however, grabs Riona at her waist and launches him back in another Northern Lights Suplex, except with the arm still gripped. Riona lands on her back as Sullivan attempts to apply some sort of actual submission to the arm. However, Riona prevents this as she swings her legs a bit and grabs Hunter in a head scissors. Sullivan merely kips up and out of the hold, with Riona rolling to her feet almost as quickly. Riona is the first to make a move, charging Hunter, only to get caught with a side headlock takedown. Riona swings her legs again into another head scissors, and yet again Hunter kips up out of it. This time, Riona doesn't roll to her feet, instead going for a kick right at Hunter's knee from the mat. Hunter catches the leg and rolls over Riona's body before locking in the side headlock once again. Riona makes another go at the head scissors, but Hunter holds the side headlock in hard, restricting the flow of blood to Riona's head. Riona grabs a handful of Hunter's head to try and break the hold, but Andrew Jansen won't allow it. Riona goes for another avenue, rolling Hunter over for a pinfall but only getting a two count out of it. Hunter pushes himself back to the headlock, and Riona grabs the hair again, returning to the roll up once again, and still only getting a two out of it. Riona attempts a new strategy in terms of escape, bringing both of them back to a vertical bas before going for a back suplex. Hunter kicks, regaining his balance, planting his feet back on the mat before sending both him and Riona back down to the mat with yet another side headlock takedown!

Brian Rentfro: This is an excellent strategy by Hunter. Not only does it wear down Riona, but it also means that Riona CAN'T hit any of her signiture stiff offense if she's on the ground.

Jon McDaniel: I'd be careful if I was him though, Riona's a student of the game. If there's anyone who can get out, it's her.

Brian Rentfro: But at the same time, look at how the match has been going so far. Each counter of Riona's is met with a reverse by Hunter. I think he's definately proving that he belongs here in PWA.

Jon McDaniel: Well, he may not be around too much longer when Chamelion gets his hands on him.

Brian Rentfro: Totally, that was a stupid move on Hunter's part costing him that match. He's new, but still, everyone KNOWS to never cross either of the Sommers brothers.

Jon McDaniel: Well, the time for that will come later...

This time, it's Riona's shoulder's that are down on the mat, but Hunter only gets a one count before Riona shifts, bringing her shoulder up. Langly brings both back to their feet once more before shoving Hunter into the ropes. Hunter rebounds and is locked quickly into a reverse waist lock. Hunter jerks himself forward still in a running momentum, being pulled to a stop before he can reach the ropes. The Viper quickly attempts to break the lock, hooking one arm in under Riona's gripping arms. Hunter manages a break, pulling the arms away and twirling into an arm wrench yet again. Sullivan jerks the arm twice before Riona twirls into her own arm wrench. Langly modifies the move however, over hooking the arm, Langly sends up a calf kick to Sullivan’s sternum, but Hunter uses his free arm to catch the leg. The two wrestlers stand in an awkward position, Hunter‘s arm slightly over hooked, holding Riona's leg, but Riona doesn't keep them there like that for too long as she drops from her one foot, placing it behind the legs, gripping and rolling Sullivan onto the mat and to the side slightly, planting Sullivan in a pinfall, but she still only gets a two count!

Jon McDaniel: Unorthadox cover by Riona there...

Brian Rentfro: Can't question how effective it was though. If Sullivan hadn't been as aware as he was, Riona might have snuck out of this match early.

After both getting to their feet, Riona calls for a test of strength. Hunter, having won the last one and feeling confident based on the look on his face accepts the hold, both hands locked in. This turns out to be a trap of Riona's, as she quickly drops to the mat, kicking away one of Sullivan’s hands, back rolling and holding Hunter in another arm wrench. This doesn’t last long as Riona pulls him up into a harsh knee and Irish whip to the turnbuckle. Hunter slams into the turnbuckle back first and arches a bit from the attack, but he doesn't have much time to worry about that as Riona rushes in an crushes his stomach with a nasty running knee. Sullivan doubles over in agony, but isn’t given any time to recover as Riona shoves him to a straight position before blistering him with another of her stiff chops... and another... another... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! The London faithful count along with Riona's assault in glee as Hunter's chest starts to look like a tomato. Riona yanks Hunter from the turnbuckle, only to toss him back and nail him with another of her stiff knees. She pulls him out once more and then grabs him around the neck and legs before sending him to the mat with a T-Bone suplex! Sullivan holds his back from the move, but Riona jumps down on him in a pin attempt... One, Two, Kickout. Riona returns to a vertical base and waits as Hunter rolls over and works himself to his knees before she charges in with an OKLAHOMA ROLL! TWO COUNT! Both Riona and Hunter move back to their feet, but Riona is first to capitalize, crashing her knee into Hunter's chin. Hunter staggers back but keeps his ground, backing into the corner for balance. Riona follows him in, interested in keeping an advantage, but Hunter keeps her at bay with a swift straight kick to the thigh. Sullivan follows up with a quick left hand, staggering Langly backwards as he gets out of the corner. Riona seems ready for more after the left hand only for Hunter to bring her to a knee with another swift kick to the thigh. Sullivan ready to gain an advantage pulls Riona fully to her feet, scooping her up for what seems to be a body slam. However, Riona counters it with a hard elbow to the head that causes him to fall to the mat in a perfect lateral press, but it only gets a one count before Hunter kicks out. Hunter is first back to his feet, looking agitated and a little worn out from all the pinfall attempts. He pulls Riona to her feet, getting away with a handful of hair himself, and pulls her into a suplex position. Hunter lifts Riona, but gets another knee to the abdomen that causes him to drop Riona to the mat, and she pulls him into an inside cradle! ONE TWO THRE-NO!

Jon McDaniel: Pin after pin after Pin, one of these pinfall attempts has got to work! I mean, Sullivan can only kick out of so much.

Brian Rentfro: On the contrary, I don't think getting the pin is really Riona's plan here.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, how so?

Brian Rentfro: Well, it's simple. All of these rapid pinfall attempts are slowly wearing down on Hunter, and if he's tired, that opens him up for Riona to start unloading.

Sullivan returns to his feet first, again attempting to regain an advantage as he grasps for Riona's head, only to be swept off his feet with a jackknife pin! TWO COUNT! Both Riona and Hunter roll back to their feet, and Hunter is the first to attack, landing in a stiff left uppercut. The shot staggers the champ back and into the turnbuckle. An angry, rage-filled Sullivan grabs Riona by the neck pressing back in force, choking the woman out. Andrew Jansen quickly moves in and breaks it up, not even using a count for fear of Riona's safety. Riona leans out of the corner holding her throat and making a slight cough after the illegal maneuver. Hunter, feeling content now it seems, pulls Riona out of the corner, bringing her to the center of the ring lifts her up, hitting a back-breaker. Seeing Riona's position parallel to the ropes, Hunter rushes over to the nearest turnbuckle and quickly climbs the ropes. Hunter stands ready and makes the dive with a picture perfect moonsault… and he hits nothing but canvas! After rolling out of the way of Hunter's aireal attempt, the IC champ pulls Hunter to his feet, the man holding his chest slightly in pain. Riona Irish whips him into the ropes, Sullivan makes a rebound, and Riona meets him on his return with a sleeper hold! Sullivan immediately starts fighting in it, attempting to go for the ropes, but Riona holds in the move tight, standing her ground and pressuring Hunter to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Well, that didn't work very well for Hunter, now did it Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Not only that, but he totally gave up the advantage he was starting to gain.

Riona holds a strong leverage advantage, keeping Sullivan down on the mat. The move is held in a little longer before Hunter manages to return to his feet, moving around. Finally Hunter seems to break the hold by shifting backwards and lifting Riona up in a nice back suplex, but even through the impact, Riona manages to hold on! Hunter looks out of it as Jansen brings up his arm, dropping it... 1. The second time, dropping it... 2. Andrew doesn’t get a chance for a third go round as Sullivan reaches around and rakes Riona's eyes! Riona releases the hold to cover her face a bit, which allows Hunter to escape.

Hunter rolls from the ring quickly after the escape, needing some breath. Riona quickly follows him, nailing him with a hard forearm to the bag as Sullivan was turning the corner around the ringpost. Hunter falls to his knees after staggering forward, but the IC champ grabs another handful of hair and rolls him into the ring. Riona follows him into the ring as Sullivan starts moving to his feet and shifting to the corner, resting with his face looking directly at Riona. This is exactly where Riona wants Sullivan as she grabs the top rope and starts to unload with harsh knee strikes right into Hunter's skull. Adding insult to injury from earlier, Riona then takes her foot and starts to choke Hunter out. She doesn't get to do this for very long before Hunter grips the leg and pulls it away from his neck. Riona tries to hit some more knees, but Sullivan stops that with a well placed elbow before sweeping her other leg and bringing Riona down to the mat. Grabbing ahold of Riona's leg and placing it on the bottom rope, Sullivan smirks as he jumps up and drops his knee on the leg. Hunter repeats the move before Riona cradles her knee rolls away from the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: See, here we go. Hunter going right after Riona's knee just like he said he would.

Brian Rentfro: That's good, but I wonder if it's a little too late for Sullivan. I mean, Riona's already weakened him quite a bit.

Riona tries pushing herself to her feet, making it to her knees when Hunter grabs her right foot. Nothing, however, is done as Hunter watches her get to her feet mockingly. Riona takes no offence in it as she is standing on one leg, hopping up and down before smacking him in the back of the head with a nasty Enziguri! Both wrestlers drop back to the mat, and take about the same about of time to return to thier feet. Sullivan attacks first as he lands a wicked right hand that staggers Riona into the ropes. Hunter sees this as an opprotunity and drops an elbow on top of her head. Riona drops to her knees looking a little dazed, but this is a mistake as Sullivan takes her upper body and presses it against the ropes, using them for a choke. Andrew Jansen moves in and pulls Hunter off the assault before it gets too bad. Hunter lets off but pushes the him back in his own annoyance, turning right into a shoulder thrust from Riona. Hunter doubles over from the shot, and tries to land one his own, but he eats one of Riona's straight kicks right to the gut. Riona moves to a full vertical base whallops Hunter with an elbow. Hunter turns towards the turnbuckle and holds his face, only to be charged from behind, his face getting rammed right into the top turnbuckle. Riona wastes no motion as she pulls Hunter back towards her and into a suplex position. She lifts him up, and just as quickly deposits him onto the top turnbuckle in a seated position. Riona doesn’t climb after him but rather backs up and charges the ropes next to him, jumping to the second rope and springboarding up to deliver a STIFF KNEE RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF THE SKULL!

Brian Rentfro: YES! THERE'S THE RIONA LANGLY I LOVE!

Jon McDaniel: Well, we were wondering about a gamebreaker, and I think that Riona just delivered one. Great googly moogly that was a hit.

Brian Rentfro: Sullivan's going to be super loopy from that hit, so Riona needs to press her advantage and pound on him now!

Sullivan is knocked hard in the side of the head, dropping first onto the apron and then hard to the outside. Fans cheer the shot, impressed with its stiffness as a rejuvenated Riona rolls from the ring to retrieve her fallen opponent. Hunter is dazed and a little out of it as he is pulled to his feet and rolled back into the ring. Riona follows him in, quickly driving her Reeboks into Hunter's abdomen with a series of stomps. She follows this up with a wicked stiff soccer kick to the kidneys that turns Hunter onto his back before she drives another knee to the back. Riona roughly brings Hunter to his feet, whipping him to the ropes and attempting kitchen sink on his rebound. However, Sullivan makes a dive over the leg, pulling up into a school boy! One- Hunter doesn’t make the pin as he straightens out and crosses Riona’s legs into the Texas Cloverleaf! The move is turned and locked in; however, it doesn’t last long as Riona reaches out and grabs the close ropes. Hunter doesn't allow Riona out of the hold, instead having Andrew Jansen to push him out of it. As Riona mends her knee a bit, Hunter shouts at Jansen "I'VE GOT 'TILL FIVE!" Even as Andrew attempts to argue about the rope count, Hunter ignores him as he heads to the ropes, looking back at Riona only once before climbing to the top. This is a mistake as he gets to the top rope, Riona kicks it, crotching Hunter on the top turnbuckle facing away from hher. Riona rushes to her feet looking to take advantage in the move, climbing up behind Hunter and grabbing Sullivan by his waist, using her legs to hook over the third rope and ankles to hook the second rope. SPIDER SUPLEX!!!!! BUT HUNTER LANDS ON HIS FEET!!! Riona sits back up trying to get out of the bad position, but it's too late as The Viper runs up the ropes, grabbing Riona in a Half-Nelson and throwing her off the top and right onto her head!

Hunter gingerly rolls over to his knees and starts to crawl over to Riona, locking his arm around her neck and slowly rolling him over into a Half-Nelson shoot, trying to pick up the pinfall. ONE, TWO, TH-KICKOUT! Andrew moves to his feet holding up a mere two fingers as the London faithful cheer Riona's resiliance. Sullivan slams the mat a bit in fustration before moving to his feet and staring at Jansen. Hunter was absolutely sure the move had gotten him a 3 count, and he starts to make his case against Jansen. A few fans in the front row started a 'CRYBABY' chant, which Hunter ignores as he continues to argue with Jansen, his focus completely off of Riona. Hunter's fustration comes to a head as he turns and CLOCKS JANSEN RIGHT IN THE FACE!

Jon McDaniel: NOW THAT WAS JUST UNCALLED FOR!

Brian Rentfro: See, Riona's prediction is coming true. Hunter's becoming unhinged, and without focus, that's going to make him erratic.

Jon McDaniel: Yes, but I think Hunter doesn't realize that he need Jansen to win this match!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, I think he knows. I just don't think he cares right now.

As the crowd sends jeers and curses towards Hunter, The Viper takes stock of the situation. Riona's still down from the Suplex, and now Andrew has joined her on dream street. This gives Hunter an idea, which he grins wickedly at. Sullivan turns and slides to the outside of the ring, turning around as he gets to the floor and pushing aside the timekeeper and grabbing ahold of his steel folding chair. Sliding into the ring, he bangs the chair against the mat a few times as Riona crawls to her feet... AND CHAMELION RUNS IN FROM THE CROWD!!! Hunter turns and swings the chair at Chamelion, but he ducks and WHACKS HIM WITH THE SOS SUPERKICK! The chair flies out of his hands and to the outside as Chamelion stands over him, smirking before motioning to Riona that he's all hers. Riona takes a moment to flick Chamelion off as he leaves the ring, but then, looking at Hunter on the ground, she smirks and delivers a soccer kick to his kidneys again, turning him onto his stomach before she locks his leg in hers and locks in the PAINKILLER OVERDOSE!!! Hunter has nowhere to go, being in the smack dab in the middle of the ring. Hunter tries to hold out, but with Jansen in position, he has no choice but to tap!!!

* * * DING DING DING * * *

Jon McDaniel: And Riona retains her PWA Intercontinental Championship with an assist from the former President Chamelion.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, Riona's going to take the win, but you could just tell she wasn't too happy about it.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, but you know what, Hunter had it coming eventually.

Brian Rentfro: Exactly, you just don't cross the Sommers brothers and live to tell about it.

Riona rolls off of Hunter and to her feet, snapping off a crux pose to the crowd's delight. Jansen hands her the IC Championship belt and holds it up high as Eric Emerson makes the announcement!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match... AND STILL PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... RIIIIOOOONNNNAAAA... LAAAAAANNNNGGGGLLLLYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fans in attendance give out a cheer as Riona has her hand raised by a woozy Andrew Jansen. She climbs the turnbuckle and raises the title high as we throw it to the back.

Backstage...


The scene is the backstage area of the arena. As the cameras pan in we see Viktor Stone making his way in dressed in street clothes. As he walks through the hallway, he is stopped by rarely seen “Head of Chaos” Eli Storm. Storm steps in front of Stone.


Storm: And where are you going?


Stone: To handle some business, Eli…get out of my way.


Storm doesn’t move, but flashes a grin.


Storm: I know what you are going to do. But let me put another idea in your mind. You want out of the match…I can do that for you. You want what you deserve, I can make it happen. But what I need from you is a promise that you shall remain calm and let me do what I do best.


Stone: Ok, then what do I do?


Storm: Grab a chair and watch the show from the rampway and don’t get involved.


Stone: Fine, I’ll play it your way. But Storm…if you screw me over. You won’t be around long enough to regret it.


Stone turns around and matches away as Storm leans up against the wall.


Storm: Damn, Robinson owes me one.


The scene fades to black as Eli heads towards the office area.

Matthew 'The Virus' Engel v. Viktor 'The Beast' Stone v. Scott Nash Strader

World Title Match
London's Burning Cage Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for the PWA World Championship! Two men will compete inside the infamous London's Burning cage and one of them will leave as the Heavyweight Champion of the World! And now, the lighting of the cage.

On cue, an army of referees around the ring turn valves on the floor and hurriedly back away as the time keeper presses a button on his table and the entire cage erupts into flame!

Jon McDaniel: The PWA has seen some brutal, classic matches, Brian, but for my money nothing is worse than the London's Burning match!

Brian Rentfro: I've got to agree, Jon. It is a cliche to say this, but this is the type of match that won't just shorten a career, it'll end it!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger...

The arena lights dim, as noise starts erupting over the p.a. . A voice booms through the arena.

"Why don't you ask me what its like to feel like a freak?"

At that the front entrance erupts in pyro's and fire as Scott Nash Strader and his sister/manager Vanessa Strader step out from behind the curtain.

~ Hey, do ya love me. I'm untouchable darkness
A dirty black river to get you through this
Hey, do ya love me I'm a devil machine
Get into my world all american dream ~

Eric Emerson: Hailing from London, Ontario, Canada...Scott Nash Strader!

Strader looks around as the crowd starts pumping to the rhythm of the music.

~ In the mouth of madness
down in the darkness
no more tomorrow
down in the hollow ~

SNS begins his descent down to the ring, slapping a few of the fans hands on the way. Vanessa Strader follows Scott closely behind.

~ In the mouth of madness
down in the darkness
no more tomorrow
down in the hollow ~

Strader walks around the cage, giving it as wide a berth as possible before entering through the open cage door as Vanessa stands ringside.

~ i'm demon speeding
i'm demon speeding
i'm demon speeding
i'm demon speeding ~

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda ...

"Nutshell" by Alice in 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...

The vocals of none other than Layne Staley kick in. His voice is unique, his tone is melancholy, but his message is pure.

We 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...

Matthew Engel appears from backstage on the ramp way, the PWA World Title thrown over his right shoulder. 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 alone.

Eric Emerson: Your PWA World Champion..."THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

My 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

Matthew 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. Engle takes a moment to stare at the burning cage as he hands the World title belt to a referee.

Jon McDaniel: Look at the strategy by the champ, taking his time while Strader cooks inside that cage.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, that's just beautiful if you ask me. Hey, what the hell is Coatdiver doing out here?

Jon McDaniel: What?

Duff Cote d'Ivoire runs down the ramp behind Engle and grabs the champ by the jacket and tosses him into the burning cage. Engle's jacket catches fire and the champion is quickly engulfed.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god!

Brian Rentfro: I'm not sure if I should be horrified or impressed.

The referee army converge on Engle with fire extinguishers, quickly putting out the fire. The tuxedo jacket is ruined and Engle's exposed skin is red and already blistering. The referees slowly help him to his feet and try to lead him up the ramp, but as Engle realizes their intentions, he shakes them off and heads toward the cage as the crowd roars it's approval.

Jon McDaniel: Engel is going to continue the match? He was just burned alive!

Brian Rentfro: I think it is obvious that Joe Boxer got all the brains in that family, Jon.

Engel enters the ring and Strader rushes him, slamming him into the cage door just as it clicks shut. Both men bounce off the door just before the flames shoot up it. Engel lands on top of SNS and starts to hammer him with punches, but Strader grabs his head and knocks him off with a headbutt. Strader rushes over and keeps Engel down with a knee to the face, bloodying his nose. Strader wraps his arms around Engel's head with a chin lock to keep the champion grounded.

Jon McDaniel: That's good strategy from Strader, he's making it hard for Engel to breathe and air is already going to be hard to come by in that cage. Plus, he gets a bit of a breather himself and is conserving his energy.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, look at at the stage area.

Viktor Stone has come out with a folding chair and a beer to watch the action.

Jon McDaniel: Well, that's the damnest thing. Stone was supposed to be taking part in this match tonight but apparently decided at the last minute to withdraw. What kind of man gives up a shot at the World title?

Brian Rentfro: Would you want to get in that cage, Jon?

Inside the cage, Engel manages to squirm around and start hitting Strader in the ribs with his elbow. Strader rakes Engel across the eyes but rolls away and gets to his feet. SNS delivers two hard kicks to the ribs of the champion, then backs up several steps and takes a running start. As SNS starts to kick, Engel sweeps his leg out from under him. Strader crashes down hard on his back and head. Engel bends down to pull Strader to his feet, but SNS punches back. Engel steps back and nails Strader in the throat with a roundhouse kick. Strader collapses to the mat clutching his throat and now Engel pulls him to his feet. Engel scoops him up and throws him backwards with a t-bone suplex. Strader crashes into the cage and falls to the mat and rolls back toward the middle of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: That was a brutal suplex and Engel isn't even trying to pin him!

Brian Rentfro: The champ is smart, Jon. He saw that Strader had the presence of mind to roll on the mat in case he was on fire, and a man that aware, he's not getting pinned just yet.

Engel picks Strader up and drops him down with a sidewalk slam, with Engel's elbow driving into Strader's throat. Engel hooks a leg...
1...
2...
Kickout!

Jon McDaniel: Look at that, the first pinfall attempt and it was a near fall! That is proof positive that this match can take the fight out of anybody!

Brian Rentfro: Notice how Engel is targeting Strader's throat? It is real hard to put up a fight if you can't breathe!

Engel stands up and measures his opponent, then hits him with a knee drop to the throat. Engel gets back up and grinds his heel into Strader's face. Strader tries to pull himself to his feet using Engel, but the champion laughs and shoves him away. Engel delivers another knee drop and makes the cover.
1...
2...
kickout!

Engel pulls Strader to his feet, but SNS droops down to his knees. Engel locks his arms around Strader's waist and flips him up for a powerbomb and covers.

1...
2...
kickout!

Jon McDaniel: Engel has to be wondering what it is gonna take to put Strader away.

Engel slaps the mat in frustration. Engel steps back, waiting for Strader to get to his feet. SNS struggles and only makes it up to one knee and stops, trying to catch his breath. Engel rushes forward, launches himself off of Strader's knee and goes for a shining wizard. Strader ducks his head under the kick and Engel goes flying from the momentum. Strader rolls over and locks Engel in an ankle lock.

Brian Rentfro: Strader is trying to take away Engel's speed advantage and buy himself a little recovery time, great plan. Even better, it will be all up to Engel to break the hold, because there's no rope break in a London's Burning match!

Jon McDaniel: And he'd better hurry up and do it, he's laying dangerously close to the flames.

Engel starts kicking at the back of Strader's head and SNS is forced to release the hold. Strader rolls away and gets to his feet, taking his time and keeping his eyes on Engel. The champion gets to his feet, but a combination of injured ankle and a pool of sweat on the mat sending him crashing back down. Strader pounces on him , locking his arms around the champ's waist and flinging him up off the mat in a german suplex.

1...
2...
kickout!

Strader pulls Engel to his feet by the hair and drags him towards the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: What is Strader doing?

SNS pushes Engel into the ropes and hits him with a high knee to the midsection. The champ slumps against the ropes and Strader twists Engel's arms into the ropes, trapping him there.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is just inches from the wall of flames! You can literally see him cooking alive!

Strader steps back and then charges Engel, spearing him right into the side of the cage and holding him there. There is an audible sizzle as Engel's back is held against the flaming bars. After several long seconds, Strader backs up as Engel screams, then Strader rushes forward and does it again. Another few seconds pass before Strader backs up and runs forward for a third time. Engel uses the ropes to pivot up, and Strader runs underneath Engel, hitting the cage with his head. Strader falls backwards, his hair on fire and flails at his head to extinguish the flames. Strader gets up and heads toward Engel, but Engel again uses the ropes to pivot and kicks Strader in the face. SNS falls backwards and Engel starts trying to get loose from the ropes. Strader gets to one knee and stops, panting, as Engel gets loose and charges Strader. Strader sees him coming and scoops Engel up in a fireman's carry and the crowd can clearly see Engel's blistered, cracked back. Strader surges up to his feet and dumps Engel down with the SVD!

1...
2...
3!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...the winner and NEW PWA World Heavyweight Champion...Scott Nash Strader!

The flames on the cage are turned off and EMTs rush in to tend to both Strader and Engel. Jamie Flynn runs down the ramp past Stone and helps Engel to his feet. On the stage area, Stone stands up and starts a slow, sarcastic applause. Stone turns and heads backstage, but has he reaches the entrance, a leg comes out from behind the curtain and kicks him in the stomach. Stone staggers backwards, bend double as a tall man dressed in black pants, a black button up shirt and a Guy Fawkes mask steps out onto the stage. The man steps forward and nails Stone with a Canadian Destroyer on the steel stage, then walks away.