World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick

All In

After the main theme for Chaos ends the cameras turn to Scottie Snow in the ring.

Bennett: “What now?”

Rayne: “My thoughts exactly- how in the hell did Scottie Snow get AIR time?!”

The crowd kind of dies down for a moment, then scottie brings the microphone to his mouth.

Scottie Snow: “I'd like to address a few things... first, I'd like to ask why I haven't gotten the proper praise for beating Moke at Manitoba Mayhem! And another thing-”

then the lights go out, the crowd screams as a chair smack is heard throughout the ring, then the lights come back on and Scottie is gone from the ring. Just like that.

Rayne: “Well- I...That was weird.”

Bennett: “Folks, if you're worried about Scottie Snow... Which I doubt you are... We'll see if we can find out whats going on- For now lets get to the next match!”

Hunter Sullivan vs Jacob Collins

Eric Emerson: The following match is to a single pinfall or submission. Entering first from Corner Brook, Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN!

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

### 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 to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter’s artier shows off as he starts moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflect and glimmer off his body. A cool, calculating smirk seems steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through.

### Counting bodies like sheep ###
### To the rhythm of the war drums ###

### Pay no mind to the rabble ###
### Pay no mind to the rabble ###

### Head down, go to sleep ###
### To the rhythm of the war drums ###

Sullivan walks calmly and professionally down the ramp. Soon Sullivan arrives at the matting surrounding the ring. He quickly rolls into the ring and heads towards the turnbuckle. Climbing up it he looks around and gives a smirking 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. ###

As the music dies off, Sullivan drops back to the mat, looking around the ring while making a few last mental notes.

Eric Emerson: And now his opponent. Hailing from El Paso, Texas... JACOB COLLIIINNNSSS!

As "Cells" by The Servant hits the speakers, Jacob comes out dressed in solid black wrestling shorts and boots and both of his hands are taped. He strides to the ring, slapping hands with fans on both sides before quick stepping up the metal stairs and into the ring. He spins once in the middle, basking in the roar of the crowd before going to his corner to await the start of the match.

As the bell rings to begin the match, both men step into the center of the ring. They lock up, and Sullivan quickly applies an armwringer to Jacob's left arm before whipping him to the mat with a Japanese arm drag. Jacob Collins kips up to his feet only to get nailed by a stiff European uppercut. Hunter Sullivan whips Collins into the ropes then sends him flying overhead to crash backfirst onto the mat with a monkey flip.

The Viper quickly moves in on his rising opponent, going for a single-leg takedown. Jacob Collins flips into the air to drive an enzuigiri into the side of Sullivan's head. Jacob Collins fires knife-edge chop after knife-edge chop into his adversary's chest, slowly forcing Hunter back into the corner. Jacob backs up then charges the corner with a splash. Grabbing the ropes, Hunter Sullivan brings both of his knees up, causing Collins to crash and burn. The Viper hooks his opponent's right leg and hoists him up, bringing him down into a knee breaker.

Rayne: This Hunter Sullivan is really dominating this match.

Bennett: So far this is proving to be an auspicious debut for The Viper.

Hunter takes his adversary down to the mat and locks in a single-leg Boston crab, wrenching back to further damage Jacob's knee. Collins shouts in pain but refuses to submit. Sullivan smirks and rolls through the move, shifting it into a Mexican surfboard. Jacob Collins writhes in pain but still refuses to surrender. The Viper rolls through once again, this time moving to a bow-and-arrow hold. Jacob's eyes begin to close. The official checks on his condition. The ref is about to call for the bell when Collins' eyes snap open. Beads of sweat standing out on his brow from the tortuous pain, Jacob summons the power to lurch into the ropes and get the break.

Jacob Collins slowly pulls himself to his feet with use of the ropes. Hunter Sullivan swoops in with a chop block to his opponent's injured leg then grabs hold of the leg while spinning in place. Jacob attempts to hop fast enough to stay on his feet, but he is soon swept off his feet and tossed across the ring. Hunter runs into the ropes and rushes Collins from behind, targeting him for the SAF. Jacob manages to roll out of the way and take The Viper down with a drop toehold, however, causing Sullivan to fall across the middle rope. Jacob Collins hits a guillotine legdrop across his adversary's back, sending him to the mat.

Rayne: Unbelievably Jacob Collins has taken control of the match!

Bennett: It won't last.

Jacob pulls his opponent to his feet and positions him for a DDT. Sullivan blocks, however, and locks his arms around Collins, trapping him in a bearhug before driving his back into the turnbuckles. Hunter executes a backbreaker across his knee then presses Jacob Collins across his knee, seeking to further injure his adversary's back. Jacob manages to get hold of the ropes with ease. With a smirk, the Viper tosses his opponent to the mat, breaking the hold. Hunter Sullivan then picks up Collins, setting him on the top turnbuckle. Jacob Collins drives fists into Hunter's face, forcing him back. Collins stands on the second turnbuckle, ready to dive off with an axe-handle smash, when Sullivan dashes in to plant the springboard shin kick, knocking Jacob back down to his perch. The Viper pops to his feet and charges up the turnbuckles, sending his adversary crashlanding into the canvas with a sky high snap suplex.

Bennett: Told you. This match is all but over now.

Rayne: It's not over until the bell ring. Until then anything could happen.

Bennett: Yeah, right.

As Jacob Collins rolls on the mat in pain, Hunter merely watches, measuring his adversary. Finally, slowly, Jacob begins dragging himself to his feet through use of the ropes. Hunter Sullivan sprints forward, looking for the Viper Snap. Collins prevents this, however, as he ducks and lifts the Viper onto his shoulders in an electric chair. Before he can drop, though, Hunter executes a victory roll.



Jacob Collins reverses into a small package.


Hunter reverses the pin.



Collins counters once more.


Sullivan rolls the pin over. Instead of going for another pinfall he catches Jacob's legs in an inverted Texas cloverleaf. The Viper applies a bodyscissors to lock in the gorilla clutch, torquing back on the hold to increase the damage dealt. Jacob Collins taps out without hesitation, pounding the canvas and crying out in pain.

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by submission... HUNTER SULLIVAN!!!

Rayne: A valiant effort by Jacob Collins tonight, but it's the Viper who walks away with the victory.

Bennett: I expect great things from this man in the near future. We could be seeing a future PWA champion in the form of Hunter Sullivan.

Chaos comes back from commercial.

Bennett: “Ladies and Gentlemen welcome back. We're just about ready to start the next match- this one is a doozy folks-”

Rayne: “Hey, what the hell is that?”

The cameras change to someone standing in the middle of the seats a couple rows up so he is clearly visible.

Rayne: “Is that what I think it is?”

The man wearing a shirt with “SNOW PLOW” plastered across its maroon fabric in bright yellow lettering, is seen- His face is covered by what looks like a “Guy Fawkes mask” and in his hands is a large piece of poster board with “THE TALENT IS A LIE” printed across it!

Bennett: “Not this again! That must be the guy who hacked our site last week!”

Rayne: “Someone call security! That man has to pay for his crimes!!”

A camera crew rushes up to the higher seats to get a better look at the scene. Security just reaches the man and pull him to the ground, ripping off the mask to reveal Scottie Snow!

Bennett: “Wait, Scottie Snow was the orchestrator of all this?”

Rayne: “No Way!!”

The security guards pick scottie snow up and carry him away, the camera crew follows.

Nightmare vs. Duff Cote d'iVoire


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and has a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first...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.

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 insidde out--
--This vigil burns--
--Until the date our fires overtake you--
Eric Emerson: On the way to the ring: from New York City, New York, he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs., Duff Côte d'Ivoiiire!

He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments.


Duff jumps down from his perch and waits impatiently for the match to begin.


Nightmare and Duff dance around each other. Nightmare charges in, but Duff is quick with a hiptoss. Nightmare gets up and is met by a stiff kick to the face. Nightmare staggers back and falls into the corner. Duff slams his knees into Nightmare's midsection. he backs up to the middle of the ring, and sprints. He leaps and catches Nightmare in the face with a high knee strike, and Nightmare staggers forward. Duff hops up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps forward off the turnbuckle, shooting his legs out in front of him, and catches Nightmare with a massive bulldog! He hooks the leg...



Kick out!

Duff is frustrated and gets Nightmare to his feet. He sends him into the ropes, but Nightmare comes back and nails him with a dropkick! Duff looks out of it, and Nightmare covers.



Shoulder up!

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



Kick out!

Rayne: A close fall thme, but Duff is showing his resiliency.

Bennett: Duff has proven time after time that he is one of the toughest wrestlers today.

Rayne: Nightmare has a clear size advantage, and doesn't mean showing that off.

Bennett: Showing it.. off? What?

They are cut off when Nightmare lifts up Duff in a powerbomb position, but Duff counters with lefts and rights, trying to bring the big man down. He staggers back a bit, but keeps his balance. Duff hooks his legs together and hits a beautiful hurricanrana on Nightmare.

Rayne: Nice reversal by Duff!

Duff gets to his feet, as does Nightmare. He hits him with a right, but that doesn't do much. He kicks him low, which makes him double over, and He hooks both arms. He tries to drive him to the mat with a DDT, but Nightmare doesn't budge. Except, he picks his up in a bear hug position and slams him down with a spinebuster. He covers...



Kick out!

Rayne: Duff is definitely making this difficult for Nightmare!

Bennett: Duff and Nightmare have proven to be some of the best the PWA has to offer.

Rayne: Nightmare with a big-time powerbomb!

Bennett: Duff looks in some serious pain!

Duff gets picked up to his feet and sent into the ropes by Nightmare. He comes back and tries for a cross body press, but Nightmare catches him. He smiles at the crowd, and leans back while throwing Duff over his head for a huge release fallaway slam. Duff hits the mat hard and rolls up into the ropes. Nightmare grabs him by his feet and drags him into the middle of the ring. Nightmare quickly goes into the ropes and comes down with a huge elbow drop. He tries for a second one, but Nightmare moves out of the way just in time. He goes to his feet and connects with a roundhouse kick!

Rayne: And Nightmare is met by a huge kick to the face!

Bennett: That only pissed him off!

Rayne: Nightmare runs at Duff, but Duff counters with a schoolboy!

Duff holds Nightmare together and the ref hits the mat.



Kick out!

Bennett: Close call there. Duff almost had Nightmare by surprise.

Duff and Nightmare get up to their feet. Duff reaches back and tries to nail a punch, but Nightmare dodges and counters with a hard knee to Duff's stomach. Duff doubles over and Nightmare is the one who plants Duff in the mat with a double-arm DDT. Nightmare quickly hooks a leg.



3 -- No! KICK OUT!

Rayne: WOW! Duff was milliseconds away from only his FOURTH loss in his PWA tenure.

Bennett: I've got faith that Nightmare can definitely tack on another loss for Duff.

Rayne: It seems as if the sky is the limit for him. Nightmare gets Duff up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. He comes back and Nightmare gets Duff up in a fireman's carry.

Bennett: And bam! Huge rib-breaker from the shoulders of Nightmare. Duff looks hurt.

Duff is grabbing his ribs as Nightmare ascends to the top rope. Duff is still down and Nightmare comes flying off with a huge cannonball splash. He hangs on top of Duff for the cover.



Kick out!

Rayne: And Duff's perseverence shines again! Another close call as Nightmare is desperately trying to find the answer to putting Duff away.

Bennett: Not many people have, Jon.


Nightmare doubles Duff over, placing his head between his thighs and wrapping his arms around his waist in a reverse rear waistlock. Wehali then lifts Duff up and onto his shoulder, the bottom of his ribcage directly over Wehali's shoulder via Duff's back, and then drops to a seated position, driving Duff forward and onto the back of his head and neck.


Rayne: Nightmare quickly makes the cover!





Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... NIGHTMARE!!!!

Nightmare rises to his feet and is presented his Tag Team Championship. He raises his hands into the air, and then slaps his title over his shoulder. He walks up the rampway as Duff collects himself in the ring.

Rayne: A damn fine match here on Chaos.

Bennett: What do you expect? We're all about great matches here on Chaos..

Duff rolls out of the ring and heads up the rampway, a look of disappointment. He disappears backstage.

Riona Langly/Viktor Stone vs Jamie Flynn/Jethro Hayes

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall, introducing first...

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the
entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled
up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the rampway as Red lights flicker throuhout the arena.
On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed
body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights flicker along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the
arena shut off completely, and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd doesn't really know what to think as images of angels and
death flash across the screen, superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning,
the music stops and a massive explosion of red pyro goes off on both sides of the entrance ramp as the the guitars kick in most mightily, the lights coming
back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala begins singing.

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

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, bangs at the front
hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing first/next/his opponent, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 142 pounds..."

### 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.

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

Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little

Eric Emerson: "She comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennslyvania and is the Celestial Trigger..."

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

Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance
ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards
the crowd. The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets
through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops 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 as silver pyro shoots up from the other three
turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.


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

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some
last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

Rayne: The IC champ and true #1 contender to the Heavyweight belt, looking ready for this easy match.

Bennett: But you've got to wonder if Riona is still feeling the effects of the ladder match with Flynn.

Rayne: She's tough, but probably yeah.

Bennett: And is Viktor still upset at losing the belt? Is he upset at the comments made by Jethro?

Rayne: Of course he is to both questions. You used to sound smart.

Bennett: You used to have hair.

Eric Emerson: Introducing their opponents...

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.

Rayne: Did you see the way Jamie stared at Riona?

Bennett: Not quite the way you were staring at her, but yeah I saw it.


Bennett: Jamie still possibly feeling the effects of the ladder match as well as him and Riona step in the ring to start this one off.

Rayne: They almost have as much animosity as does Phoenix and McNasty.

Immediately these two tie up in the middle of the r ing with Riona quickly locking Jamie's left arm into a wristlock behind his back; Jamie slaps at his left shoulder trying to keep feeling in it. Jamie ducks, jives, and twists up behind Riona; having successfully locked her into a behind the back wristlock as well; she begins to slap her shoulder as Jamie wrenches up on the hold. Jamie uses his right foot and sweeps the legs right out from under Riona, causing the IC champion to hit the mat face first. Jamie, not one to slow down a pace that is working, quickly gets Riona to her feet, whipping her into the ropes and following up with a leap frog. Jamie having set Riona up for something else turns to be met with a massive clothesline from Riona.

Bennett: Jamie didn't see that one coming.

Rayne: Oh he saw it, but just couldn't duck it.

Riona places her elbow over Jamie's left shoulder and drops delivering the hardest part of her elbow onto the still healing shoulder; she quickly follows up with a side headlock while on the mat. Jamie manages to crawl to the ropes quickly and after a count of five, from the referee, the hold is broken.

Rayne: Riona using the five count to her advantage.

Bennett: Dirty tactic, but smart.

Both Riona and Jamie stand up and face off at each other; their fued having been reignited. They lock up in the collar and elbow tie up and Riona quickly with the advantage again putting Jamie into another side headlock, this time in the standing position. She manages to get in a few stiff right hands before she is pushed into the ropes, effectively breaking the hold. Riona hits the opposite ropes with force and rebounds heading straight for Jamie. As she comes back Jamie charges and delivers a running boot to her gut, following up with a running high knee lift to her face.

Rayne: He could have knocked out some teeth with that move.

Bennett: That was nothing compared to what went on in that ladder match.

Again, Jamie is in the ropes andhitting the now vertical Riona with a reverse bulldog, taking the IC champion down to the mat. Jamie, trying to keep the match fast paced, drags Riona to her feet and whips her into his and Jethro's corner. Making the tag to Jethro, the big man comes in delivering meaty knife edge chops to the now reddening chest of Riona. Jethro grabs the wrist of Riona, whipping her into the ropes, but Riona reverses the whip and now Jethro is into the ropes. He is hitting the ropes as from the side Viktor Stone delivers a big back elbow to the back of Jethro's head, the farmer turned wrestler stumbles forward from the impact. As Jethro is stumbling forward, Riona leaps into the air, bringing the former Grizzly Beer champion to the mat with a modified facebuster; she lays back winded. She turns to her front and begins to make the journey to her and Viktor's corner; she is about a foot away when Jethro reaches and grabs her foot preventing the tag.Pulling her free leg up to her stomach, she releases a kick that would have made a mule happy, right into Jethro's face, he lets go of her foot and grabs at his mouth.

Rayne: That had to hurt!

Bennett: Perfectly executed mule kick there from Riona.

Rayne: Bet it ain't the first time he has been kicked like that.

Riona leaps up and makes the tag to Viktor, who comes in and is a fist of fire; he is fixing to get his revenge on Jethro fro the words he said in his promo. Viktor delivers a knee drop, checks his position and delivers another knee drop. The pleasure of his actions are evident on Viktor's face as he delivers an elbow drop to the throat of Hayes, followed up quickly by another elbow drop. Viktor now stands up leaping into the air with a leg drop across the exposed throat of Jethro; followed up by a naked choke on the man fron Georgia.

Rayne: Viktor taking out his frustrations on Jethro here; just as he said he would.

Bennett: But he is choking him, literally choking him.

Rayne: I don't see anything, my screen is a little fuzzy.

In his corner, Jamie is tapping the turnbuckle, trying to get the adrenaline flowing into Jethro's system, Viktor looks up at Flynn and shakes his head. Viktor reaches his knees and plants his shin across the throat of Jethro, using his shin to try and choke the life out of Jethro.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE-- The ref gets Viktor to finally break the hold and Jethro gasps for air, his face as red as blood. The ref points at Viktor and shakes his head, Viktor shrugs and performs the shin choke again, taking the five count to the maximum length. The ref now has Viktor standing and is yelling at him that if he does it again, he will disqualify them. Meanwhile, Jethro rolls onto his hands and knees, shaking the hairy head, trying to clear out his brain. His face is red and sweat is pouring from under his hair line, he continues to try and remove the cobwebs from inside his skull as he crawls for Jamie. Jamie stands on the ring apron, continuing to tap on the turnbuckle, guiding Jethro and getting the crowd into the match. Jethro is nearly there when Viktor runs around the ref delivering a short dropkick to Jethro's ass, causing Jethro's skull to smack into Jamie's boot. Viktor quickly follows up the dropkick to Jethro with a forearm shot to his tag team partner Jamie; He pulls Jethro to his feet, not realizing that Jamie is actually now the legal man. As Jethro is dragged to his feet, Viktor unleashes forearm shot after forearm shot to the still red face of Jethro Hayes. He pushes Jethro into the ropes just to follow up with a high leg clothesline to the worked over throat of Jethro, who lands on the mat gasping for air and clutching at his throat. Viktor makes the cover, but the ref refuses to count, signaling that Jamie is the legal man. Jamie is up on the top turnbuckle as Viktor turns his attention to the legal man in the ring, he dives with a missile dropkick causing the former TV champion to hit the mat hard.

Bennett: What a turn of events, when did Jamie tag Jethro?

Rayne: He didn't, what is this ref playing at?

Bennett: Oh ok, I just saw the replay, when Viktor dropkicked Jethro, Jethro's head met Jamie's boot, a legal tag was made.

Rayne: Ridiculous.

Jethro rolls out of the ring as Jamie mounts Viktor with fierce rights and lefts, in a mma position; the ref begins his five count, but Jamie releases his position. Jamie lifts Viktor to his feet and drops his throat across the ropes, the force of the blow causes Viktor to fly backwards and land on his back. Jamie, taking advantage of the prone Viktor, scurries up the turnbuckle and dives with a 360 degree splash onto his still body; he makes the cover.

ONE! TWO! THR-- Riona is in to make the save for her team, by delivering a knee drop to the back of Jamie's skull.

Bennett: That was a close call.

Rayne: Riona with the save to keep her team in it.

Jamie, knowing it was Riona, slowly stands and faces off at his long time enemy; the fire glows in his eyes as the two come face to face once again. The two begin to trade blows, rights, rights, lefts, more lefts, a few boots; fists and feet are flying as the two superstars try to take the other out with one punch. Viktor gains his feet as he looks across the ring at the two going at it tooth and nail; he grins, on the apron Jethro is still ytrying to get a lung full of air. Jethro manages to stand up on the apron, he watches as Riona and Jamie go at it, he stares right at Viktor, but doesn't see the spinning back elbow until it catches him in the mouth and causes him to sway backwards on the apron. Holding onto the ropes is all that keeps Jethro from falling as Viktor continues spinning, delivering a fisted right hand into Jethro's mouth, causing the redneck to land back first on the mat outside the ring.

Bennett: Jethro could be out from that blow.

Rayne: It doesn't look good for their first match as now it is literally 2 on 1.

Viktor turns to find Jamie getting a slight upper hand on Riona. Jamie swings back intending to hit a huge right hand, but it is stopped by Viktor who now has Jamie into a full nelson. The camera picks up both Riona and Viktor's grins of triumph. Riona rears back delivering hard and stiff purposeful punches to Jamie's face she hits each one with deliberate slowness; she is obviously savoring the blows. The ref, who has momentarily lost control, gets Riona out of the ring and for once, she does what she is told. As quickly as she is out of the ring and onto the apron, Viktor tags her back in and the double team continues. As Viktor gets out of the ring, Riona backs Jamie into the corner and hits sharp stinging knife edge chops to the exposed chest of Jamie Flynn. Riona steps back placing her right boot firmly into Jamie's midsection, doubling him over. As he bends over gasping for breath, she delivers a kneeling uppercut to his mouth causing his to stand vertical again; she repeats this combination until Jamie can no longer stand and slumps to the canvas exhausted from the brutality of the team of Viktor and Riona. She stands Jamie back up and quickly tags in Viktor before Jamie can fall back down; they hit jamie with two identical knife edge chops. They quickly follow the chops with a double boot to the gut, they fall to their knees, and deliver two massive well aimed uppercuts to Jamie's jaw. The force is so great behind these blows that Jamie is momentarily lifted from the canvas, but quickly slumps back down to the mat in a seated position. The look on his eyes is one of being dazed beyond belief and he looks longly at his empty corner, not having known what has happened to Jethro.

Bennett: Come on, end this already! This is inhumane.

Rayne: It is... Chaos!

Viktor backs up aiming for a charge on the seated Flynn, but Jethro has slipped into the ring behind him. Jethro charges delivering a massive spear to the side of Viktor causing the man to flip up and over Jethro to land in a heap on the mat.

Bennett: The Plow!

Jethro stands in the ring, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth; Riona charges in. Jethro charges at the charging Riona with a clothesline, knocking her to the mat; Jethro is the only one standing. Viktor has slipped out of the ring and now slides back in with two steel chairs, he hands one to Riona as Jethro bends to check on Jamie. Sensing something is going wrong, Jethro stands back up.

*THWACK!*- Both Viktor and Riona nail Jethro in the back with the steel chairs, they throw the chairs out of the ring as Jethro stumbles forward. Viktor, showing amazing strength, hits Jethro with the Verge of Sanity. Pulling the nearly unconscious Jethro to his feet, nails him with his finisher the Whipper Snapper, before rolling him out of the ring.

Rayne: Pin him! Pin him!

Bennett: He can't Jethro isn't the legal man.

Riona and Viktor move the ref to the side and begin to double team Jamie again; Jamie, to his credit tries to fight back, but to little avail. It is two on one and eventually the numbers game got to him. Jethro has climbed back into the ring behind the double teaming of his partner; the look on his face is not happiness. He grabs Viktor and whips him hard into the opposite corner, Jamie pushes Riona out and then forces her back first into the corner delivering a forearm shot to her face. Jamie and Jethro look at each other and nod, Jethro whips Jamie into Riona. Jamie lands on the IC champion with a body splash; he turns and whips Jethro into Viktor; Jethro lands with a huge body splash onto Viktor. Both Riona and Viktor stumble out into the middle of the ring, they are dazed and groggy. Jamie crawls up to the top turnbuckle, slowly, but surefooted; he dives. Jethro catches him and tosses him higher up into the air to land on top of both Riona and Viktor with a Suicide Devil's Plancha. Jamie covers them both.

Bennett: Did you see that?

Rayne: Yeah, some cheating double team move.



The Cameras go backstage as the Security guards have Scottie Snow handcuffed to a chair, his eye black as the night and his nose bleeding a little. From off the screen comes Rob Robinson, nodding off the security guys.

President Robinson: “Well Scottie, I thought you had a little more integrity than this... A couple lost matches... and you fly off the handle... hacking an innocent site... I'm not mad... I'm just disappointed..”

Scottie Snow is silent.

President Robinson: “Well... do you have anything to say for your self young man?”

Scottie goes to open his mouth then closes it.

President Robinson: “Fine... You're fired...Security, get him out of my sight...”

Scottie looks crushed, the guards heave him up again and as he's walking away Scottie Screams “I DIDN'T DO IT! WAIT WAIT! DON'T FIRE ME!”

Rob turns around, grinning a little bit.

President Robinson: “Figures... Put him down... What happened Snow...”

Scottie Snow: “He had me at Gun Point... he was wearing a mask just like the one he put on me... he told me if I didn't do it, he'd paint the walls with my brains... It was the guy who did it... and he's still in the building!”

President Robinson: “Where? Where is he!”

Scottie Snow: “I don't know, but he's planning something big... the only thing I remember before he knocked me out was being dragged out to an unmarked white van...”

Rob Nods and then looks to the two security guards, they take the handcuffs off Scottie Snow and Rob walks off with the two guards.

President Robinson: “I want you to call all the security guards you have that aren't watching the fans... Get them out to the parking lot and start searching for this van!”

The security guard says something into his walkie-talkie and all three of them begin to head out for the parking lot.

Eric Emerson: Winners of the match the team of Jethro Hayes and Jamie Flynn!

Showtime vs "The Celtic Fury" Jacob Figgins

Television Title 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:"This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PWA television title. Introducing first. Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 267 pounds, Making his PWA Debut.. He is the Celtic Fury...JACOB FIGGINS! "

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 leaned against the ropes outstretching his arms once more and spraying a light mist onto the floor outside the ring.

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

Finally entering the ring, via the top and middle ropes, 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.

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


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: “From Marina Del Rey, California, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is the PWA Television Champion Marcus “Showtime” Ambrose.”

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

Bennett: This looks to be a rather exciting match I wish to see what this new guy has.
Rayne: I’d like to know what makes this guy so special for him to get a T.V title shot on his debut match. I already don’t like him, I hope Marcus flattens him.

Figgins clapped his hands together and went into his wrestling stance while he raised his right hand, challenging Marcus for a grapple. Marcus mirrored Figgins and raised his hand as well, and accepted the tie-up .Marcus quickly wrenched Figgins’ arm behind him and applied an overhead wristlock. Figgins ducked down straightening his arm and with his free arm gripped onto Marcus’ . Figgins then slipped behind Marcus and applied a basic hammerlock. Marcus tried to struggle out of this for a little while before finally Marcus rolled forward and with his own momentum rolled Figgins into a grounded arm bar. Figgins’ legs shot up and he back-rolled onto his feet, Marcus still having a hold of his arm. Figgins knelt down and with his left arm punched the back of Marcus’ knee causing them to give in making him hit the mat back first. At that Figgins was able to get his arm free from Marcus’ grasp. Smirking Figgins made an attempt to drop an elbow on Marcus, but Marcus rolled to his feet avoiding this as he then attempted a standing moonsault on Figgins. Figgins also got to his feet just in time to avoid this maneuver. Both men stood in the center of the ring staring at each other as the crowd began to cheer that little display of wrestling, even though both men were acting as if they were just warming up.

Bennett: What a way to start off a match, great show of skill from both men
Rayne: Skill? Marcus is just toying with the poor rookie.

Figgins was the first one to get back into offense by landing a knee square in Marcus’ gut and then a back hand across the cheek for good measure. Marcus a bit annoyed by this struck Figgins in the chest with a forearm and then to emulate Figgins back handed him across the face. This made a smirk come across the face of Figgins as he turned his head to Marcus, as if asking for another one. Marcus looked at him strangely but didn’t turn it down, he raised his hand for another backhand to the face of Figgins. This time Figgins ducked under it and hooked his arms around Marcus’ torso before hauling him up and flipping him over his head landing a NORTHERNLIGHTS SUPLEX making him land neck and shoulders first on the canvas before he bridges going for a pin.


Bennett: Quick two count by Figgins after an impressive suplex.
Rayne: Fancy suplexes don’t win you the match.

It was nay but a quick two count as Figgins sat back up and smirked, Marcus quickly got to his feet as Figgins was still taking his sweet time. Marcus this time didn’t let Figgins mount an offensive as he landed a few low kicks to the face before he got up, putting him in a daze for a while. As Figgins reached a vertical base Marcus kneed Figgins in the gut multiple times as he tried to whip Figgins into the ropes, but Figgins shot up an elbow to the temple making Marcus lean against the ropes dazed. Not waiting for his opponent to snap out of it Figgins spun in place, and then used the momentum to hit a discus lariat hard enough to knock Marcus over the ropes and onto the floor on the outside. Figgins smirked as he saw Marcus getting up, the exact moment he got to his feet Figgins flew out of the ring and attempted a FOREARM SUICID---NO! Marcus managed to sidestep Figgins allowing him to crash and burn, falling short of the steel barricade only by inches. Figgins managed to pull himself up by the barricade even though he was in some pain from the last maneuver. Marcus walked up to Figgins and pushed him against the barricade and much to the liking of the crowd began to attack Figgins’ chest with machine gun slaps, for those in the front row it was happening right in front of them. Soon rapid fire slaps hit Figgins’ chest and the audience began to chant “1,2,3,4,5,6” upon each impact. Finally to end it all off Marcus leaped high, extending both legs and landing a dropkick across Figgins’ chest causing him to slump down against the barricade. Figgins once again started to pull himself up to his feet as Marcus went for more strikes to Figgins, but Figgins managed to grab a hold of Marcus’ left arm and whirl him around to where his back was to Figgins BITE OF ----MARCUSGRABSTHEBARRIER! Figgins was about to land his signature move, but Marcus managed to get his arms around the barrier, causing the Celtic Fury to slip off and land back first.

Bennett: Ouch, what a nice counter from Showtime
Rayne: Can I get a replay of that spill Figgins just took? That was hilarious!

Marcus finally decided to take this madness back into the ring, as he slid under the rope and waited for Figgins to enter. Figgins sat up as he slid back into the ring and got to his feet. Even though Figgins was wearing a shirt, it was still obvious that his chest was red from beating that Marcus applied to it. Before Marcus could mount the offensive Figgins landed a backchop across Marcus’ chest. Figgins’ hands then clutched both sides of Marcus’ head as he then dropped left arm and landed a European uppercut right to the chin of Marcus causing him to stumble to the mat. Figgins then dropped to the ground and applied a sleeper on to Marcus and wrapped his legs around his abdomen in order to try and rob the air from his opponent. Upon seeing the hold applied the ref knelt down to monitor the hold better to see if Marcus looks to be passing out or tapping out. Marcus’ face was starting to change color as the oxygen was getting sapped out of him each second that the hold was applied. But Marcus was not going down without a fight, and with the fans willing him on it was quite soon that Marcus was able to wrench one of his arms free and elbow Figgins in the ribs. A couple more well placed elbows landed on Figgins’ ribs finally making him let go of the hold. Figgins held his ribs as Marcus had time to regain oxygen.

Jacob rolls over to his feet, shaking off the strikes to the ribs and suddenly gets hold of Marcus by the waist, looking to go for a lift. Figgins stabilizes himself to get his balance and then whirls him in a torture rack position, starting to sway left and right, swinging him for a power bomb, but Show Time suddenly pulls a headscissors takedown. The crowd in the arena is suddenly cheering loudly, Marcus calling for Figgins to “Bring it” from his knees. Looking to catch him by surprise again, Marcus goes for a hip toss but Jacob stiffens his arms to block and drives a boot to the gut, stunning him. Marcus throws an arm around Marcus’ neck and attempts an exploder suplex, all of the sudden Marcus breaks the hold and hooks a leg around Jacob’s leg, grabbing his body and sweeping him off the mat with a body drop sumo throw. Seeing the ceiling of the arena, Jacob thoughts of how Showtime is pulling his moves off, are drained out by the raging cheers from the crowd, turning to see Marcus waiting for him to get up. Figgins pulls himself up and goes for a grapple, but gets caught in a Manhattan drop by Marcus, sending excruciating pain to his groin. Marcus steps right up to the stunned Jacob, firing off a couple right forearm smashes to the head, soften him up to allow him to head the ropes for a running ddt attempt, but Figgins takes the upper hand with a Rotating Spear counter. Marcus pulls up to a seated position as he begins gasping for air and clutching his midsection. Jacob sees his chance, he rushes to Marcus and pulls him to his feet. He Marcus was still doubled over, gasping for breath. Jacob took Marcus’ arms and crossed them over his throat, he jumped back and landed a straight jacket DDT. Marcus looked out of it, Figgins took his oppertunity by rolling his opponent over and hooking a leg.

1… 2… TH-Marcus KICKS OUT!!!

Jacob immediately turns over to the referee shouting, “THAT WAS THREE, DAMMIT!” Taking a moment to argue with the ref, the Celtic Fury realizes that he can finish off Marcus instead of possibly getting DQed over a pin count. Approaching the slowly recovering Showtime, Figgins pulls Marcus by his hair, bending him over and lifts him in the Canadian backbreaker hold, wanting to deal some punishment. Out of nowhere, Marcus manages to hook Figgins’ arm in the flip from the backbreaker hold and snaps off an amazing armdrag that gets the crowd back in support for Showtime. Jacob looks around wondering what just happened, turning over and seeing Marcus back on his feet, prompting him to rise back up fast. Figgins immediately steps up to Marcus and pushes him to the ropes with a shoulder block, spacing both men a distance to allow Jacob to run off the ropes and at Marcus with a running elbow smash, but Showtime stays one step ahead of him with a back brain kick, leaving him stunned. Marcus looks for the advantage in the opening with an irish whip into the corner, but Figgins steps up the ropes and comes flying back at Marcus with a reverse leg Lariat, only for Marcus to duck under the leg lariat. Jacob rolls back to his feet and leans back for an elbow smash attempt, swinging and missing as Marcus pulls a boxing type dodge backwards and strikes back with a rolling solebutt kick to the midsection. The Celtic Fury freezes in his tracks for a moment, allowing Marcus to fire off two big slaps and a spinning backhand chop to the head to knock him back a little, Showtime takes a quick moment to allow Figgins to plant his feet and thrusts a right palm at his chest with a sumo palm thrust. Jacob stumbles backwards from the strike, leaving his guard open for Marcus to strike again with a left sumo palm, firing off more right and left sumo strikes as the crowd begins to chant “HAH!” with each sumo strike, driving Figgins into the corner. Getting him slumped into the corner, Marcus grabs both of Figgins’ arms, crossing them across his neck while Marcus climbs up the turnbuckle, keeping hold from behind Jacob. Showtime pulls the Celtic Fury towards him to get his knees against Figgins’ head and neck, Marcus leans back a little and pushes off the turnbuckle using the weight of his body to crush Figgins with a vicious face buster. Jacob looks knocked out cold after taking that last vicious move while the crowd is still “Ooooing” in seeing what Marcus did. Marcus rolls back to his feet, dragging Jacob’s body towards the center of the ring and flipping his body, having him see the lights. Showtime rushes over to the corner, leaping up to the top and crouches down, begins slowly rising to a standing position, soaring across the ring like a hawk and crushes his knees on Figgins’ midsection and chest with a DANGEROUSSSKNEEDROP! The crowd goes wild for Marcus ‘aerial strike, turning his attention over to Jacob and throws himself on top of Figgy for the pin.


Figgins managed to recover and got to his feet along with Marcus. For his troubles, Figgins hit Marcus in the chin with a EUROCUTTO, Marcus retaliated with a chop. And it went on like that. EUROCUT, CHOP, EUROCUT, CHOPEUROCHOP, EUROCUT EUROCUT EUROCUT. Figgins was now bludgeoning Marcus with consecutive eurocuts until he bounced off the ropes and attempted a grand Finale with a RUNNINGEURONO! Marcus sidestepped, but failed to see the Figgins stopped dead in his tracks, Figgins turned on his heel. He got behind Marcus and crossed his arms over his throat. Figgins jumped up and drove both knees into Marcus’ back hitting the BITE OF FENRIS.

Bennett: Oh my god, this might be the end of the match.
Rayne: Get up Marcus, I got money riding on you!

Besides going for the pin, Figgins flipped Marcus onto his stomach. Once again, Figgins crossed the man’s arms over his throat and then sat down on the mat. Figgins pulled back on Marcus’ arms causing the oxygen to be cut off from Marcus, successfully applying the Binds of Gliphnir. The ref went down to check on Showtime. Marcus was still fighting it pretty hard, but after a minute into the hold, Marcus finally succumbed and the light faded from his eyes. The bell rings and Figgins releases Showtime and begins to celebrate.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this match was reached the television time limit and has been declared a draw!

Bennett: A draw?

Rayne: That means Showtime is still TV champ!

Chamelion (C) vs. Matthew Engel

PWA World Title Match


Eric Emerson: Introducing first, 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. 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: A former PWA Intercontinental and Tag Champion...he is "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. Engel takes off his jacket, tie, and shirt to reveal a white beater underneath. He begins to stretch in the ring.

The lights dim… and the music of Puff Daddy’s “Come with Me” hits the ADCTron. Strobe lights begin flickering through out the arena… and from the backstage steps Chamelion. He stands in profile to us, head low and his hair covering his face. As the music picks up… the lyrics begin…

Hear my cries - Hear my calls
Lend me your ears - See my falls
See my error - Know my faults
Time halts - See my loss

Chamelion turns to face us and walks purposely down the ramp as the song continues.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at two hundred and forty five pounds. He is the former owner, former boss and former over all controller of the PWA. He hails from Las Vegas , Nevada and the Most Devious SOB in the business today…. I give you…the PWA's World Champion... CHAMELION!!!!

Know I'm lacking - Back tracking
Where I met you - Pistol packing
Itchy finger - Trigger-happy
Try to trap me - Bad rap

He stops at the bottom as his World Title glistens in the lights. Chamelion turns and walks to the steel steps and climbs them.

Wire tap me - Back stab me
Break the faith - Fall from grace
Tell me lies - Time flies
Close your eyes - Come with me.

He then stands there, outside the ring and raises his fists to the sky. Pyros explode in the rafters as Chamelion walks the apron to the middle and steps through the ropes. He heads straight to the other side and climbs the turnbuckles and again raises his fists and the crowd responds loudly, jeering and booing him, which makes him smile.. Jumping down, Chamelion shoots straight kitty corner and repeats his playing to the crowd. Back on the canvas, Chamelion turns, faces the entrance ramp and smiles wickedly… his music fading and the roar of the crowd taking over.


Bennett: Matt and Chamelion are both ready to go in what should be a great match!

Rayne: Any time you get these two guys in the ring, you're in for something special.

Bennett: Let's rumble!

Engel and Chamelion circle each other in the ring. Chamelion dives in first and lands a sharp punch to Engel's head, and follows it up with a multiple knee strikes. Chamelion slams Engel into the corner and rushes in. Chamelion tries for a clothesline, but Engel dodges at the last second. Chamelion turns around only to be met by a spinning heel kick. Chamelion stumbles backwards and Engel takes him down with a dropkick. Chamelion gets to his feet and Engel is ready with another dropkick. Chamelion is up to his feet again and Engel tries for a superkick, but Chamelion barely dodges it.

Rayne: Engel trying with that superkick and barely missing!

Bennett: And Chamelion slams his forearm into Engel's back!

Engel drops to a knee and Chamelion continues to slam his fist into Engel's back. Chamelion gets Engel to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Engel comes back and Chamelion hits a big-time tilt-a-whirl slam on Engel. Chamelion covers.



Kick out!

Rayne: And Engel kicks out right after the two count!

Bennett: Chamelion needs a lot more than that to keep Engel down!

Engel gets picked up to his feet and Chamelion scoops him up and slams him to the mat. Chamelion goes into the ropes and comes back with a big knee drop, landing on Engel's chest. Chamelion stomps on Engel a few times and then gets down on the mat and begins to lay into Engel with wild punches. The ref waits a few seconds and then breaks them up.

Rayne: Chamelion certainly bringing his best tonight.

Bennett: He looks in great shape Rayne!

Rayne: And perhaps more devious than ever!

Bennett: Indeed.

Engel gets to his feet, a little dazed. Chamelion comes at him with some more punches. Engel manages to dodge and block a few, but gets caught in the stomach. Chamelion wraps Engel up in a front facelock and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Chamelion covers.



Kick out!

Rayne: Engel not quite phased yet, but Chamelion is sure wearing him down early.

Bennett: Chamelion is just being a relentless SOB!

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

Bennett: The elevation! It's unreal! These two are pulling out all the stops!

Rayne: And neither look like they're quitting any time soon.

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

Bennett: Engel hit the outside violently that time!

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

Bennett: Ya think?

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


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


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


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

Rayne: I think I know what's coming next!

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

Bennett: THE T.K.T! Chamelion collapses to the mat and Engel hooks the leg...



Kick out!

Rayne: Chamelion barely got out of that one! What a close call!

Bennett: Engel is still on the offensive as he gets Chamelion to his feet. Engel tries for a double-arm DDT, but Chamelion fights his way out of it!

Chamelion slams his elbow into Engel's stomach multiple times. Engel lets go and Chamelion hits a perfect russian legsweep on Engel. Chamelion gets to his feet immediately as Engel tries to get back up. As Engel is down and about to get back up, Chamelion readies himself. With Engel standing, Chamelion positions himself so that his right side is to him a few feet away. Chamelion then shuffles his feet to the right, jetting out his right leg and smacks Engel off of the jaw with his foot.


Bennett: Out of no where! Where the hell was Engel's awareness there?!

Chamelion covers.



3 -- No! Engel's foot was on the ropes.

Rayne: The ref signals towards Engel's foot and Chamelion doesn't like that one bit. He gets Engel to his feet and hits a huge piledriver!

Bennett: Chamelion covers again!



Kick out!

Bennett: Matt was being smart by using the ropes before... conserving energy.

Rayne: Yes, because he saved so much energy by putting his foot on a rope than lifting up his shoulders.

Bennett: It sounds good, in theory.

Rayne: Uh-huh.

Chamelion gets into the ref's face and begins to argue with him. They exchange back and forth vulgarity. Chamelion throws his arms into the air and turns his back, but in a quick flash he hits the Sweet Sound of Success on the referee!

Bennett: What the hell!?

Rayne: Remember Big Rich, some of the refs and Chamelion don't get along very well, namely this one!

Chamelion begins to stomp the referee for extra measure. He begins to yell in his face as another referee comes flying down the rampway.

Bennett: Thank God we have more than one referee on staff tonight.

Rayne: Chamelion takes his sweet time to step away from the beaten down ref for a moment and concentrates on Engel.

Chamelion gets Engel to his feet. Chamelion sends Engel into the ropes and tries for a clothesline. Engel ducks and hits a reverse DDT on Chamelion. Both men are lying on the mat, Chamelion grabbing his head. Engel gets to his feet and stomps on Chamelion a few times. Engel goes into the ropes and hits a senton bomb. He tries for a cover.



Kick out!

Bennett: You need more than that Matt! Top turnbuckle!

Rayne: I think that's where he's going Rich!

Engel wastes no time and hops up to the top turnbuckle. With his back to the ring, he then jumps off, corkscrewing his body around while somersaulting, and lands with a body splash across Chamelion's mid-section.

Bennett: There it is, ladies and gentlemen! The finest move in all of sports! EUTHANASIA!

Rayne: Engel remains on top of Chamelion for the cover... we could have a new World Champion!





Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen... the winner of this match and NEW World Champion... MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL!!!

Engel throws his arms up into the air and begins to jump around the ring. Some of the crowd is applauding, some are booing. The new referee gives Engel the World Title and Engel raises it in the air.

Bennett: He did it! He did it! I KNEW IT!

Rayne: Chamelion does not look pleased one bit.

Bennett: It was a great match and the better man came out on top, just like it should always be when the World Title's on the line!

Rayne:I couldn't agree with you more, but Chamelion has proven he is a legend in this sport and it was simply the better man this week.

Chamelion rolls out of the ring, very disappointed. He ignores Matt's celebration and disappears backstage. The ref raises Engel's arm in the air, and Engel slides out of the ring holding onto his new title.

Rayne: So after a third chance, Matt finally did it and has become the PWA's new champion. How do you like that Big Rich?

Bennett: I like it a lot, Rayne. Granted he's had multiple tries, but he finally did it and against a PWA legend. He's climbing his own way to legendary status here in the PWA, Jon. He's captured three out of the five active titles.

Rayne: Indeed he is. Well that's about it for us tonight here on Chaos. I'm Mr. Rayne.

Sabotage by the Beastie Boys starts playing and out walks President Robinson.

President Robinson: Well, well, well. Congrats, Matthew. You know, I've been saying for weeks now that you're the true champion in the PWA, that you got robbed time and again. So good for you that you've got the belt now. As a former World champion myself, let me give you a little advice, Matt. When you wear the belt, you're also wearing a target on your back. You're the face of the PWA now and that means the whole world is gunning for you. But more importantly, you're going to be carrying the financial weight of the PWA on your shoulders. What I'm getting at is our next pay per view event, your first main event as champion. I've decided we're going to go one tour again, to remind the world of how Rob Robinson does business. So for the rest of the month, we're going to Europe. That's all going to culminate in one of my all time favorite events, London's Burning in London, England!

The crowd cheers.

President Robinson: Oh, that's right, folks. You all know, it wouldn't be London's Burning without my all time favorite match, the London's Burning cage match! That's right, Matt. Your biggest title defense will take place inside a flaming steel cage!

A security guard runs onto the stage and starts whispering in Robinson's ear. As that happens, Viktor Stone comes from out of the crowd behind Engel and locks him into a rear naked choke. Robinson looks up from his conversation with the guard.

President Robinson: Oh, I see you've met your opponent for the match! You two have fun, I have to go take care of some business.

An army of referees rush the ring to break up the fight as Robinson and the security guard leave.

The cameras go outside and are already following Rob Robinson and a troop of security guards towards a fairly large white van.

President Robinson: “There it is, pry open the back and see if the guy were looking for is in there!”

The security guard nods and grabs a crowbrow from another one of his men, he wedges it into the back doors of the van and begins to try his hands at pulling open the door. There is much heaving and grunting until the guard gives up.

President Robinson: “Oh for Christ sake, give me that!”

Rob grabs the crow-bar out of his hands and walks over to the driver side window, with a flick of the crow-bar he smashes in the window and unlocks the door, the guards look alittle stunned but shrug their shoulders and open the back doors, then their faces go white as their eyes go wide.

President Robinson: “What? What is it?”

Slowly the guards back up, then, like scared cats they run away, faster than anything alive to date. Rob walks to the back of the van and watches them run, then turns around. Then his own eyes go wide... in the back of the van, a cluster of wires and devices are hooked together, and the only thing completely visible is a red timer... slowly counting down...



The crowd screams!


The lights go out again... and a video flips up onto the ADC tron.

Rob looks at the van as if he saw his whole life flash before his eyes...

President Robinson: “I'm getting to the bottom of this... this is the last straw...”

(C) PWA 2008