AOWF Honor Bound Night 3

We cut right into the ring, no fancy intro, just some damn Rebel Pro Action!

JENNY JERSEY: In the left corner, we have The Millennium Game Justin Case!

Booooooooo!

JENNY JERSEY: And in this corner we have The Show Chad Kurtis!

Roof… well its gone… not really but it could have been.

DING DING

Chad comes off firing a right forearm into Case’s face, but Justin ducks under sending Chad over with a hiptoss to the canvas. Chad rolls up to his feet kicking out with a superkick in the early going. Justin ducks to the side, catching the ankle and dragging Chad down to the canvas in an ankle lock. Chad rolls over quickly kicking out with his free foot to connect with air as Justin releases the hold as he ducks out of the kick’s path. Chad kips up to his feet, ala Shawn Michaels, just as Justin rolls up to his feet as well. Chad ducks under a clothesline kicking backwards but Justin spins out of the way and into the ropes coming off with a running forearm. Chad catches the wrist going up behind Justin in a crucifix position bringing Justin over to smash his head into the canvas. Justin rolls back up to his feet a bit slower than before but Chad is already there whipping Justin into the ropes with an Irish whip. Justin with a reversal sends Chad into the ropes instead and lowers his head for a back body drop. Chad with a swinging neckbreaker! No wait, Justin counters with a neckbreaker of his own and Show is down. Chad rolls over slower than before but is getting back up to his feet as Justin does the same.

BUBBA J: Chad and Justin putting on a clinic here in the early going.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back and forth technical wrestling, not something we are used to seeing from a Rebel Pro match.

Chad with a sweeping roundhouse kick, Justin ducking under slamming Chad in the back of the head with his forearm, grabbing a side headlock. Chad with an elbow into the side of Case, a second, and a third doesn’t break the hold. Chad wraps his arms around Case’s waist, lifting up, falling back sending Case’s head into the canvas hard. Chad back up to his feet, coming at Justin as Case sits up slowly. Chad leaps over Case, bouncing off the ropes with a dropkick, but Case lays back down and Show flies over missing his target. Case up quickly, pulling Chad up to his feet. Chad with a right hand, breaking out of the front facelock into an arm wrench into a wristlock. Chad with a swift kick to the ribs, a second, and going for a third when Case grabs the foot shoving Chad down before locking on a single legged Boston Crab. Chad crawls for the ropes.

BUBBA J: No safety in the ropes in Rebel Pro Chaddy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But we’ve seen Chad get out of this hold before, different wrestler, same hold.

Chad is about a foot from the ropes when Justin drags him back to the center of the ring. Chad twists and pushes himself up and to the side breaking the hold temporarily. Case spins around, Chad plants both feet right into his gut doubling the former Rebel Pro Champion over at the waist. Chad kips back up, off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker. Case shoves him away just before he finishes the move preventing it for a second time. Chad uses the momentum to spring off the middle rope catching Case in the temple with a spinning toe kick causing him to hit the ropes. Case bounces back right into a snap Northern Lights suplex that gets the crowd’s big pop. Chad rolls over dropping a leg drop across Case’s neck before he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Case gets up to his feet, his back to Chad. Case turns, Chad flies off with a front flipping dropkick. Case catches the feet, falling backwards and catapulting Chad face first into the opposite corner!

BUBBA J: What a counter there from Case!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I tend to agree, Chad is feeling the effects of that one.

Chad slowly pulls himself out of the corner as Justin stalks over. Chad turns around, not focusing on anything but throwing a wild haymaker in hopes of connecting. Case grabs the wrist, bringing it into his chest before hooking Chad up, allowing him to spring from the middle ropes and twist slamming the top of Chad’s skull into the canvas with a loud thunking sound.

BUBBA J: He kilt him!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I doubt that.

BUBBA J: After years, Case just kilt my worstest enemy!

Case makes the cover, a bit nonchalantly.

One…

Two…

Chad with a shoulder up has the crowd shocked, but cheering; however Justin can’t believe it.

BUBBA J: Great! I still got a chance.

Case pulls Chad up, whipping his dazed form into the corner, following it up with a stinging chop to the chest, a second, and a third. Chad fires back with a wild right hand, but Justin catches the wrist nailing Chad in the ribs with his knee for good measure. Case lifts Show up onto the top t urnbuckle, hooking his head for a superplex. Justin lifts…

Show counters with a twist catching Case and bringing him down with an inverted DDT from the top rope!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn!

BUBBA J: Another great counter, he had to steal that from someone.

Chad lays on the canvas breathing heavily, panting, and trying to regain his composure; Justin lays there still unmoving. Chad shoves up to his knees, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs from his attic. Chad up to his feet, off the ropes as Justin reaches a knee.

Shining Wizard!

Chad back in the ropes, springing backwards with a knee into Case’s chest before hopping back up to his feet. Chad twists a finger around in the air, palying to the crowd, before climbing up to the top turnbuckle, his back to Case.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Best! Moonsault! Ever!

BUBBA J: Shut up you Kurtis mark!

Chad hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

Case with a shoulder up gets the match to continue; Chad looks a bit stunned. Chad pulls Case up to his feet, whip into the corner. Chad rushes in.

Bluegrass Breeze! From Justin Case!

BUBBA J: Way to use his own move against him, Case is my pick to win here tonight!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As if there was any doubt.

Chad lays on the canvas as Justin climbs to the top turnbuckle leaping off with a shooting star press! Case hooks the leg

One…

Two…

Three!

No wait, Chad shoves his shoulder up just in the last possible moment!

BUBBA J: Holy shit that was close!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Do you care that you aren’t supposed to cuss on television?

BUBBA J: Not really, it seems to bother others like I give wrestlers a bad name… but fuck them is what I say.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Mmmmm hmmmm.

Case can’t believe it, but he pulls Show up to his feet anyways, whipping him into the corner. Case follows in with a shoulderblock, Chad leaps up to the middle turnbuckle avoiding the shoulder. Chad comes down with both feet into Justin’s back sending him to kiss the bottom turnbuckle with his entire face. Chad leaps off Case’s body and to the other side before running back and leaping into the air for a reverse bronco buster type move. Case falls at the last second, but Chad is able to catch himself and prevent any injury. Chad turns around right into The Benchmark!(roll th edice) Justin makes the cover!

One…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who does that hand belong to?

Two…

BUBBA J: You got me.

Chad tries to put his foot on the rope, but the hand prevents him from reaching the rope.

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and receiving the Rebel Pro World Title shot at Barbed Wire Massacre 2011… “The Millennium Game”… Justin Case!

Justin steps out of the ring as “Victory” blares to life in the speakers, the fans pleased with the match, but most of them wanting Chad Kurtis to have won instead. Justin steps back through the curtain as Chad just stares at his retreating back, so close but so far away. Chad goes to stand.

“Judith” hits up in the speakers as Chad’s facial features torque in disgust for the man that this song represents. Chad stares at the curtain waiting on his newest nemesis to come forth from the backstage, but Jason Christopher comes from under the ring instead, staring and laughing at “The Show” sitting in the ring.

JASON CHRISTOPHER: You wanted a Holy War Chad, a Holy War you shall receive. This…

He motions to the ring, idicating the previous match and thus Chad’s loss.

JASON CHRISTOPHER: Is only the beginning.”

Chad just stares, now knowing that Jason is the one that cost him a shot at the Rebel Pro World Title.

BUBBA J: Kid’s got spunk Mikey and Ilike him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Only because he cost Chad a title match or a possible title match.

BUBBA J: I need no other reason.

Jason walks backwards up the entrance ramp, just staring cold daggers at Chad Kurtis inside the ring, smiling and laughing with cold humorless eyes.

Just as the next bout is about to start….
“No More Nice Guy” by Alice Cooper blasts from the speakers in the arena…
The spotlight turns to the curtain leading from the back…and the curtain parts and a large man dressed in a blue jean jacket, red lumberjack shirt and faded blue jeans emerges. This is one of the newest members of REBEL PRO Kris Klondike. He walks straight to the ring, ignoring outstretched hands and enters grabbing the mic.

“Cut the music…!! Hey ya all, I am Kris Klondike, and it is my first appearance here in REBEL, yeah I know I was supposed to be on the card last week, but here is the story…
As most of ya know.. I just moved from the west coast and wells I guess I forgots to reset my watch, to your time. I decided to grabs a nap before the match..and wells I guess to tells ya the truth I slept thru my match. So I gots to apologize to all yas who boughts a ticket to see me, and wells I guess I gots to reschedule my first match here. As well, I am sure that I will gets another crack at Ace Olen, and this time I will shows for sure”

“Now here is bit about me.. I been just about everywheres in North America, Florida, Washington, across Canada and California… but ya knows I never been one to win any popularity contest. In any of them places… seems the fans just never gots behind me. But ya knows what.. I don’t cares if ya does or not.. I aint here to be a nice guy and makes ya all loves me, but I tells ya that every times I gets in here, the ring, I will give ya my all. If ya likes that good and if ya don’t…well too bad. Simple as that. I been in every kind of match ya can imagine, and well I march to my own drummer..so I does as I like… sometimes it don’t win me any friends, but as well I thinks I gains the respect of the other wrestlers….heck I got lots of guys that don’t likes that I does as I please. So now all I can do is waits for the guys upstairs to give me match.. and then ya will see where I really does my talking.. inside these here ropes…!!”

Kris Klondike walks over and hands the mic back…he spreads the ropes, climbs out and walks directly to the back.. again avoiding all the outstretched hands and cheers. Not acknowledging anything the crowd did…. And he disappears behind the black curtain…

A waterfall of black and red pyro cascades at the top of the ramp as the first chords of “Walk Away” by Five Finger Death Punch sounds over th P.A.

“I’m sorry, for the demon I’ve become, You should be sorry, for the angel you are not, I apologize, for the cruel things that I did, But I don’t regret, one single word I said,”

The pyro clears to reveal “The Jersey City Demon” Hostile standing center stage; a close up to his face shows his trademark sardonic smirk on his lips and a gleam of pure malevolence in his baby blue eyes.

“Just walk away make it easy on yourself, Just walk away please release me from this hell, Just walk away there’s just nothing left to feel, Just walk away pretend that none of this is real,”

Announcer: And introducing, originally from Jersey City, New Jersey, now fighting out of Edmonton Alberta, Canada, he is the Jersey City Demon, Hostile!

“Could you forgive me, if I told you that I cared, Would you be sorry, if I swore that I’d be there, Please forgive me, for laughing when you fall, I’m so sorry, but I never cared at all,”

Hostile slowly, methodically begins walking towards the ring. He stops at the ring steps and slowly surveys the crowd.

“Just walk away make it easy on yourself, Just walk away please release me from this hell, Just walk away there’s just nothing left to feel, Just walk away pretend that none of this is none of this is,”

He walks up the stairs with slow, deliberate steps and ducks under the top rope into the ring. He walks over to the far corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle to again survey the crowd.

“Just walk away make it easy on us both, Just walk away there was never any hope, Just walk away you already know the deal, Just walk away pretend that none of this was …none of this was real.”

Hostile steps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the corner waiting for the bell as the music fades away.

The arena goes dark. The crowd goes silent, and the sound of hooves echoes through the arena. A spotlight goes on over the stage, as a man rides a white horse out of the entranceway. He brings his animal to a stop at the far right of the stage, and holds a bow across his lap. Another spotlight goes on, bathing the area to his left in red light.

A second horse emerges, and its rider unsheathes a sword. It stands under the red spotlight, and its coat appears to take on a red hue to match. A third light comes on, to the left of the ramp.

The third horse is a black one, and its rider holds a pair of old-fashioned scales. As he brings his animal to a stop on the left-hand side of the ramp, a fourth spotlight illuminates the far left of the stage.

The fourth horse is a pale gray, a sickly color, and it holds its head low. Its rider carries a scythe, and wears a black robe. The four horses stand on the stage, and a man emerges through the stage curtain. No spotlight heralds his arrival, but his flowing white robes are bright enough to be seen by everyone in the darkness.

He walks forward, standing at the top of the ramp. He lifts his arms out to his sides, and throws his head back, facing the heavens. As he does this, a peal of thunder rings out, and lightning strikes the ringposts.

The opening riff of The Four Horsemen by Metallica blasts through the arena sound system, and the horses on stage nearly buck their riders. The lights in the arena come back on in a blinding flash, and the man throws off his robes to reveal wrestling gear. White tights with “Second Coming” written down the left leg, black boots and elbow pads, and taped wrists.

Jason Christopher walks to the ring amid a hail of boos. One fan throws a bottle of water at him, and it barely misses. The next fan doesn’t miss with a cup of beer. Christopher merely keeps walking. He stands at the top of the ring stairs, blesses himself with the sign of the cross, and steps into the ring.

DING DING

Hostile starts
out with a right hand that’s blocked and countered with a right hand from Jason. Jason has the Crimson Cup Finalist reeling, Hostile’s backed into a corner. He
starts exchanging with Jason now and lands one flush on Jason’s jaw. Jason goes down like a cupcake down Vicky Guererro’s throat. Jason tries to get
up but Hostile starts wailing on the back of Jason. Shot after shot. Hostile picks the Wrestling World’s Savior up and SLAMS HIM. No cover, what’s the point this
early. Hostile turns Jason over, and slaps the back of his head several times. The crowd lets him have it, and aren’t very happy with that type of treatment
Jason is getting. Jason is picked up from behind… Jason swings his leg back, nailing Hostile in the balls! Stunner on Hostile! Jason gets up as fast as he can.
He turns Hostile over and mounts him. CROSSFACE FOREARMS LAND… ONE AFTER ANOTHER. The crowd goes crazy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Those cross face blows had to hurt. Hostile got hit with a dirty tactic, but it is REBEL so, all is fair.

BUBBA J: Hostile is one tough person, don’t count him out just yet.

Jason gets up and quickly heads outside the ring. Hostile rolls to the outside, following slowly behind Jason. Jason picks up a chair, but as he turns around,
he gets booted in the stomach. Jason is picked up for a POWERBOMB! Jason grabs the nearby ring post and hangs on for dear life. Jason hangs on with one hand,
using the other to nail Hostile in his head. Hostile eases his grip and Jason gets on the turnbuckle. He kicks Hostile in the side of the head. Hostile staggers
around, turning towards Jason. TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE ON Hostile! Jason rolls toward the railing as the crowd EXPLODES! Jason is up and pumped up. He grabs
a glass table from underneath the ring and slides it in the ring. He also grabs a barbed wire covered steel chair. It gets thrown in the ring as well.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason is littering the ring with Weapons of Hostile’s Destruction.

BUBBA J: Thought he didn’t go in for the hardcore?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guess he is going to show Hostile the error of his ways.

Jason grabs up Hostile and is quickly punched in the stomach. Jason doubles over, and attempts a knee lift, to retaliate. Hostile counters and has him
in a high cradle position… HIGH CRADLE SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR!

BUBBA J: High angle suplex puts Jason’s head into the concrete.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Does that hurt by the way?

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey.

Jason isn’t moving at all. Hostile gets up, holding his back as he hit the cement floor as well. Hostile sees Jason turn over and takes the time to lay
the boots to him. Hostile sets up Jason on the floor… SHARPSHOOTER! Jason’s back just landed hard and NOW has to survive this. No rope breaks in REBEL,
and besides that, THEY’RE OUTSIDE THE RING! Jason yells in pain. The crowd is chanting Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! and Jason can’t get out. Hostile is near Bubba J and starts

BUBBA J: Break his back, that’ll be something to brag about!

Hostile flips Mikey off, as the crowd cheers that for pure shock maybe. Hostile turns around and Jason SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF Hostile’S MOUTH! Hostile reels back but charges forward with a clothesline.. but it gets ducked. Hostile turns around
and Jason charges with his own clothesline… THEY TOPPLE OVER THE RAILING! Hard to tell who got hurt worse as the front row is moved back by security. Jimmy Johnson
just stands in the ring, watching the match unfold. Jason is up first, favoring his back still. He gets a chair from the crowd. WHAAAM! ACROSS THE BACK OF
Hostile! WHAM! AGAIN!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason taking control here.

BUBBA J: But Hostile is building up his energy, just wait.

Hostile struggles to his feet. Jason lands an uppercut. Jason picks up his chair and Big boot from Hostile! Jason is down. Hostile gets a chair of his own. Jason gets up
and WHAM! Jason is BUSTED WIDE OPEN. Hostile sees the blood and changes. He gets on top of the downed Jason driving a crown of barbed wire into his skull! LEFT… RIGHT…LEFT… RIGHT… NOW SOME SLAPS!
Jason is bleeding like a stuck pig, and Hostile is rubbing the blood all over the fans.
“THIS IS supposed to be the “Wrestling Savior?” spews from the mouth of Hostile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason looks in bad shape.

BUBBA J: Damn right he does.

Hostile throws Jason over the railing and then climbs over it as well.
He gets Jason up and lays in a few boxer style punches. Jason covers up. Hostile backs up and looks to be going to nail Jason again… He charges and DROP
TOE HOLD… Hostile’s head into the ring steps. Jason is losing blood fast. Hostile is down, and Jason goes over to the announcers table. He grabs a first aid kit
and a towel. He wipes the blood off, and applies some Vaseline to the cut.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What is Jason doing?

BUBBA J: Preening I reckon, but he’s still uglier than you and that’s saying something.

Hostile is rising… Jason staggers and rolls into the ring, on the opposite side
of the ring. Hostile isn’t bleeding but looks super pissed. Hostile gets into the ring, and Jason is on the opposite side. Glass table and a chair in the ring.
Both laying flat down, and on the side of the ring. Jason and Hostile are getting an ovation. Hostile looks at the crowd as they have lost their fucking minds.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The crowd giving both men a standing applause.

BUBBA J: Not sure why, I’ve had hardcorer times with your girlfriend.

Jason and Hostile both motion for the other one to “bring it”. Jason and Hostile charge at the same time and begin to land punches everywhere. Hostile pushes Jason down, and Jason’s adrenaline kicks in as he gets up quickly, and STO! STO on Hostile. Jason covers.

One…

BUBBA J: Not even a two count.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn! I thought that might end it, and we don’t even get a second slap on the mat.

Jason looks perturbed for sure. Hostile is getting up slowly, and Jason aims a punch at his head. BLOCKED! Hostile boots Jason in the gut and DDT! Hostile covers instinctual.

One…

Tw- NOT QUITE OVER YET!

Hostile doesn’t care. He begins to lay in elbows to the midsection of Jason. Jason gouges the eyes of Hostile trying to get him to stop. Hostile holds his eyes and rolls
off for a second. That second is enough for Hostile. Jason clubs Hostile in the head, then in the middle of the ring.. hooks in The Rings of Saturn!

BUBBA J: Hostile will never submit, just not in his vocabulary.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anyone will submit given enough pain.

BUBBA J: Not Hostile.

Hostile is struggling with it. Jason has both arms locked in the move that Perry Saturn made famous. Jason and Hostile are moving toward the ropes. Hostile is growling
in pain, but doesn’t stop trying to inch toward the ropes. Hostile is trying to go from the side to get his legs close to the ropes. After another surge,
Hostile has the foot on the ropes. The match will not end with a submission. But when will Jason let go of the move?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason isn’t letting go. He seems content with punishing the Victory and Rebel star.

BUBBA J: He’d better let go.

Jason FINALLY lets Hostile go. Jason gets up and smiles at the crowd. The crowd is cheering heavy for both men. Jason brings the man from New Jersey to the middle
of the ring. Cover.

One…
Two…

NO CIGAR!
Jason buries his now not so bloody face into his hands. Hostile is still alive and even a few cheers let out as the kick out occurred. Jason then gets on
Hostile, slapping him several times. Jason gets up and drops a leg on Hostile’s head. Jason leaves Hostile for the moment and goes over to set up the table. Hostile,
slowly gets up, and eyeballs Jason. Jason turns around receives a huge SPINE BUSTER! Jason isn’t pinned however. Hostile gets the chair and Jason tries his best to
get up. Jason finally does, then Hostile swings and misses. Jason kicks Hostile in the stomach, and… Hostile punches Jason in the balls getting the advantage back!

BUBBA J: Hold on a sec, nearly forgot something.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What are you doing?

Bubba J tosses something to Hostile, actually two somethings before nodding his thanks to The Ragin’ Redneck.
Hostile pours some lighter fluid on the barbed wire and tack covered table before holding up the can and lighter, much to the pleasure of the crowd here in the Osaka Joe Hall. Jason comes to, pulling himself up and holding at his manhood, Hostile facing away from this. CChad Kurtis, fresh from a shower and his the previous match, kips to the apron as Jason begins jawing at him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad Kurtis with a superkick nearly takes Jason Christopher’s head off!

BUBBA J: I guess instead of an eye for an eye its a loss for a loss!

Jason falls back onto the table, out cold as Chad Kurtis walks backwards up the ramp, his revenge done. Hostile stares at Kurtis not sure what to make of this development and then stares down at Jason Christopher. Hostile catches the crown of barbed wire from a fan who decided to toss it into the match instead of selling it on Ebay.

BUBBA J: Burn his ass!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh no, not another one.

Hostile places the crown on Jason’s head before pouring lighter fluid all over his unconscious body. Hostile slides out of the ring and pulls a nail gun from under the ring as well, gee wonder what that was doing there. Hostile steps back into the ring, driving the nails into the palms of Christopher before holding up the now lit lighter.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

Jason goes up like a crispy critter as Hostile leaps off the top rope, driving down with the New Jersey Headshot!

Hostile makes the cover in the burning wreckage.

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Security immediately rush in and put the flames out as Hostile stands up, his hand held high over the wreckage.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Hostile!

BUBBA J: That is the man right there Massacre, the fucking man!

MIKEY MASSACRE: If you say so, but what is going to happen next in this Holy War between Jason Christopher and Chad Kurtis?

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen… the following match is set for one fall and… is for the Rebel Pro Aggression Championship!

The crowd explodes!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger…

“Good Day To Die” by Godsmack begins to play in the arena. The red and white lights above the ring begin to search around in the crowd as the sound of 50 Roman candles above the entranceway go off in rapid fire, shooting towards the ring. The lights above the ring all come to form a Japanese flag on the wall above the entranceway, where Ace Olen appears with a white shirt on, with a red dot on the chest and the number “50” in etched in white.

– Cuz I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— Its time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die –

– Lived by the rules you that you gave me and fell apart –
— All the wrong turns down a dead end street so far –
— I stretch my wings and breathe in different day –
— Alone and broken is the price I pay –
— But that’s ok –

Ace holds his arms out, giving the fans reaching out ‘fives’ as he makes his way to the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, staring down Emily Corlen.

– I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— It’s time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die –

Ace finally enters the ring, walking from one turnbuckle to the next, calling on the fans to cheer and they respond.

– Never fought out alive –
— Taking all I can take –
— It’s time to say goodbye –
— It’s a good day to die –

– Cuz I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— Its time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die —

Ace finally jumps off the last turnbuckle, pulling his tribute shirt over his head and hanging it up on the turnbuckle post, “50” side facing the crowd.

Top of Form 1
The crowd cheers loudly as a military sounding march begins playing and two rows of soldiers pour out from the back; to the left, American soldiers and to the right, Japanese soldiers. They form two single file lines heading down the ramp, with the two in front stopping at the very bottom of the ramp. As all of the soldiers reach their designated positions, they turn to face the inside of the ramp, then all raises their rifles up, American soldiers crossing their weapons with Japanese soldiers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Look at that!

The military match goes silent as the soldiers stand along both sides of the ramp, unmoving. The lights in the arena then cut to black and the crowd cheers as a loud wolves’ howl penetrates the sound system. The voice of Shakira, sans music, blares across the arena.

THERE’S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET
OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE
THERE’S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET
LET IT OUT SO IT CAN BREATHE

The last word echoes throughout the arena, and moments after ringing out, the stage literally ERUPTS with pyro! One massive wave of bright red flames washes across the stage in an instant, and as the words “CRIMSON WOLF” stamp themselves onto the big screen, “Indestructible” by Disturbed kicks in!

ANOTHER MISSION
THE POWERS HAVE CALLED ME AWAY
ANOTHER TIME
TO CARRY THE COLORS AGAIN
MY MOTIVATION
AN OATH I’VE SWORN TO DEFEND
TO WIN THE HONOR
OF COMING BACK HOME AGAIN

As the soldiers still stand at attention, the crowd roars as “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen walks onto the ramp, REBEL Pro Aggression Championship in her hands! She steps to the middle of the stage and holds the Championship high in the air, posing as a red-tinted pyro shower rains down from the big screen behind her.

NO EXPLANATION
WILL MATTER AFTER WE BEGIN
UNLOCK THE DARK DESTROYER
THAT’S BURIED WITHIN
MY TRUE VOCATION
AND NOW MY UNFORTUNATE FRIEND
YOU WILL DISCOVER
A WAR YOU’RE UNABLE TO WIN

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing your REBEL Pro Aggression Champion… hailing from Rockford, Illinois… weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty-five pounds of brute force…

I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW
THAT I’VE BECOME
INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION
THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION
WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE

Emily grins sadistically, envisioning the beat down that is inevitably in store for her opponent tonight, Ace Olen, then slowly begins making her way down the ramp, still holding the Championship high, passing underneath the crossed rifles of the American and Japanese military men and women in place.

EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT
HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND
WHILE YOU’RE ALIVE
I’M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

JENNY JERSEY: She is The Crimson Wolf… SHE IS EMILY… CORLEN!!!

INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION
THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION
WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE

Emily reaches the bottom of the ramp, and as she does, she kneels down, then quickly rises back up, thrusting the Aggression Championship high in the air, setting three more blasts of bright red pyro off on the stage. The soldiers then uncross their rifles and turn at the same time to face Emily, who has turned back to face them. The soldiers all salute the Crimson Wolf, then turn back towards the stage and make their way back up through the curtain.

EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT
HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND
WHILE YOU’RE ALIVE
I’M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

Emily turns back towards the ring, and then slides the Aggression Championship inside before rolling into the ring. She grabs the title off the mat as she rises to her feet, then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and hoists the Championship high into the air again as the crowd cheers loudly.

BUBBA J: That’s a damn hell of an entrance, I’ll tell you that right now, and if her match with Kalis last week has anything to say about it, she just might BE indestructible!

Emily finally steps down from the corner and hands the Aggression Championship off to the referee, who passes it off to the timekeeper. The song slowly fades as Emily focuses on the match at hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There were serious words exchanged this week, and I’m betting they’ll be ready to back it up. Don’t you think, Bubba?

BUBBA J: Mmm… Emily.

DING DING DING

Emily and Ace lock up, with Ace twisting her arm into an armbar before whipping her into the ropes. Emily comes flying back with a body splash that takes Olen down quickly. Olen pushes her off of him and rolls away, getting to his feet as does The Crimson Wolf. Emily rushes Ace and brings her knee up into his gut, but Ace twists his body as he falls forward and throws out a stiff mule kick into the back of Emily’s head, sending her over the top rope as he hits the canvas inside of the ring. Corlen immediately gets back up and rummages under the ring for a weapon as Ace Olen climbs up to the top turnbuckle near her. As she comes back out and up, fans at ringside point up for her to watch out. She swings to turn around as Ace jumps off the top rope with a dropkick, the chair in her hands gets pushed forward into her face as they both hit the ground hard.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good anticipation by the wrestling veteran, Ace Olen.

BUBBA J: I think Emily still looks pretty, even with blood gurgling down her face.

Corlen’s immediately cut open across her face from the impact and crawls away as Olen gets to his feet. Olen stalks her and picks the dented chair back up, smashing it across her back. Not once! Not twice! Not thrice! But four times in quick succession before chucking it aside and pulling her up by her hair. Corlen’s tough though, and she immediately throws out an errant elbow that catches Ace in the chin. He stumbles back, dizzy and confused momentarily as Olen grabs his head and jumps back, dropping him face first into the chair. Emily gets onto the barricade, keeping her balance and as Ace pushes himself up with his hands on all fours, she jumps off the barricade, crushing his face between the chair and her feet as she double stomps him straight to hell. The crowd cheers!

BUBBA J: Sick!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Certainly that was a pretty crazy move!

Emily lifts Ace up by his hair now and whips him into the Japanese announcers table. She chases after him and grabs him by the throat, her veins popping as she lifts him up with both hands and hits a chokeslam- Seventh Heaven!- on Ace Olen, onto the Japanese announcers table. The table doesn’t break though and Ace wraps his legs around Emily’s head, twisting her to the ground. She rolls onto her shoulders, wrapping her legs around Ace’s waist from behind and they both look awkward in what could be a kama sutra sex hold, but isn’t- don’t worry. Emily uses her leg strength to take Ace down, but at the same time Ace maintains his grip with his ankles around her neck and it pushes her up and onto the japanese announcers table. Olen gets to his feet as Corlen sits up and they begin brawling, Emily seated on top of the Japanese announcer table while Olen stands. Finally Ace headbutts Emily and climbs up onto the table with her. He picks her up, locks her in and crashes her head first through the table with an evenflow DDT that rocks the arena in Osaka!

BUBBA J: DAAAAAAMN!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know what our friends at the Japanese announcers booth are saying but I’m sure it’s not something we can repeat.

BUBBA J: Like fuck we can’t.

OSAKA FANS: HORY SHIT! HORY SHIT! HORY SHIT!

BUBBA J: Hahaha.

Olen and Corlen are hurt in the wreckage of the Japanese announce table, Emily moreso obviously as her blonde hair is tinged with blood red. Ace rolls out of the wreck and holds his ribs, using the apron to get to his feet. Emily grabs onto one of the Japanese announcers and uses him as leverage to pull herself to her feet. She quickly pushes him aside and grabs a glass beer bottle from a fan at ringside, and turns to find Ace coming for her. She smashes the bottle over his face! It doesn’t break, but it hurts like a bitch! She hits him again with it, this time across the face and it still doesn’t break. Finally the third whack cracks it over his head, shards of glass and beer flowing out over and past Ace’s face. He’s bleeding now, the alcohol burning the cut a bit as well as Emily knees him in the gut and puts him between her legs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No way! No WAY she pulls this off!

BUBBA J: Sexy and strong, how sweet.

Emily pulls up with ALL her strength possible, quickly swinging with Olen in the air, his eyes wide with shock as she hits the CRIMSON PLUNGE him into the debris of the announcers table. Corlen falls to her knees, holding her arms in rotation in pain as she breathes heavily. Ace Olen is still stirring with life though, and he begins getting to his feet. Emily Corlen isn’t going to waste time as she climbs up onto the ring apron and watches him get to his feet. Olen sees her as she jumps off, trying the dropkick onto him this time but Olen steps out of the way, except at the last second she pulls her arm out and awkwardly clotheslines him down with her.

BUBBA J: That’s how you do it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily with a last minute effort to get Olen any way she could pays off.

Emily is back on her feet and she goes back under the ring to search for weapons. Olen picks up that dented chair and slides it into the ring, climbing up onto the ring apron. As Corlen crawls out from beneath the ring, falls onto her with a leg drop that pushes her neck into the barbed wire bat she found under the ring. Emily tugs it off her throat and chokes as Olen rolls off of her to get away. She quickly swings from her prone position, whacking it into Olen’s back and tearing flesh off of him. Ace stumbles to his knees and she gets to her knees, swinging the bat and cracking Olen in the side of the head like a coat hanger on a fetus.

BUBBA J: I think Emily just Fukashima’d Ace’s head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: … Dear lord.

BUBBA J: Too soon?

Emily rolls back into the ring and kicks the chair aside, as Ace climbs to his feet completely bloodied and groggy at this point as well. He slides in after her and Emily still has that barbed wire baseball bat. She swings as Ace gets up, but he puts his arms up to block it from hitting his head. It still hurts as it rips his flesh off his arms as she pulls back. Ace stumbles forward, Emily drops the bat and runs behind him! She lifts him up in stunning fashion- THE CATALYST ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The first pinfall attempt of this match finally, and Ace Olen doesn’t give out!

BUBBA J: Tough son of a bitch, I’ll give him that.

Corlen breathes heavily in disbelief as Ace refuses to go down. She picks him back up by the hair and sets him up- M.D.K!!!! RIGHT ON THE FUCKING CHAIR!!! Ace’s face is smashed in, undenting the chair he originally dented with Corlen’s face as she rolls him over and covers once again.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, by pinfall… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… THE CRIMSON WOLF…. EMILY CORLEN!

BUBBA J: What a win for the Aggression Champion!

MIKEY MASSACRE: This time she did it on her own too!

BUBBA J: Pfffft!

Ace and Emily, on their feet in the ring shake hands to the cheers of the crowd and a clear display of showmanship and respect. Corlen heads backstage, holding her Aggression title high in the air as Ace leans against the ropes shaking his head.. But she walks up the ramp backwards and as she turns around, she walks right into Simon Kalis. Kalis simply ignores her as he stares coldly at Ace, who finally notices his half brother. Simon stares at Ace with disgust, before following Emily Corlen backstage.

BUBBA J: What was all that about?

MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s some bad blood brewing beneath the surface, but either way! Emily Corlen with a huge, convincing win here tonight at Honor Bound NIGHT 3!

BUBBA J: REBEL Pro, FUCK YEAH!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is going to feature a special guest commentator… he hails from Hollywood, California…

A trio of drumrolls cue up Slayer’s “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida,” and the guitars ring as the bass carries the main melody. Chug-chug-chug-chug goes both guitars before going into the main melody along with the bass, and, at the 27-second mark, Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain sipping on a bottle of Aquafina. Laz’s eyes, as usual, stay hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban’s, and he hangs his arms at his sides after he runs his fingers over his moustache and goatee. The crowd goes crazy.

JENNY JERSEY: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and former PWA World Champion… “THE PREMIERE ATTRACTION”… COREY LAZARUS!!!

Corey looks presentable tonight in a black business suit. He makes his way around the ring and joins BUBBA J and MIKEY MASSACRE at the announcer’s table. We hear a faint click, signaling Corey has his headset on and is ready to go as his music dies down – thank God.

COREY LAZARUS: Gentlemen, it’s good to be here tonight.

BUBBA J: Thanks for joining us Corey, but why are you here tonight?

COREY LAZARUS: You think I’m going to miss this match, Bubba? Sure I could have acquired front row seats, or even bought out one of the entire front rows for me and my entourage, but I felt like going a step further.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well Corey, it’s an honor to have you here on REBEL Pro’s edition of Honor Bound.

COREY LAZARUS: Thank you Mikey.

JENNY JERSEY: And now, the following match up will be decided under LADDER MATCH rules and is for the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first…

The sound of the mighty Atlantic crashing into one of the many shores of Bermuda purges through the sound system, and with that comes the sound of a single seagull… The lights begin melding into a beautiful aqua blue, and as most of the fans divert their attention to the screen above the scaffold to see what’s going on, a simple drum tap and bassline begin to kick into gear – a number of fans from this promotion, at least some of them, and especially those of the old school AOWF persuasion, should all ready know what to expect….

“Now or Never”. Dope. The fans that get it are automatically launching out fanfare, and while it’s meshed inbetween a number of cheer’s, but mostly boo’s for tonight’s match up, it comes across loud and clear in what could be described as at least somewhat of a massive cult roar, especially from those faithfuls….

### What’d you go and do that for? ###
### I see the way you’re Looking at me… ###
### …And I don’t know why ###

COREY LAZARUS: Have I ever said how much I loathe this song?

BUBBA J: No, you haven’t.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t mind it.

### I don’t know and I’m not sure… ###
### …Have you lost your way? ###
### …Did You Lose Your Mind? ###
### …Are You Out of Time? ###

The last note of the aforementioned song seems to catch, right on the 30 second mark as aqua-toned fountains of sulfur pour down from the scaffold – which in turn cues a dimly lit spot light on the entry way as former AOWF alumni, Dustin “Thunderwolf” Kelser, and his lovely companion for the evening in the way of Enika Engel, stroll out from the back, hand in hand, with ironically no out-dated, retired gold lining the former’s waist. He finally got the memo. Nonetheless the screen above the couple begins ticking off various moments from Wolf’s career

as the camera gets a close up on the video, but doesn’t last for long as the camera tilts back down to catch the two passing under an aqua sulfuric storm from the scaffold.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Tucker’s Town, Bermuda…and is being accompanied tonight by Victory Wrestling superstar Enika Engel…

### You say goodbye… ###
### Like everything’s all right. ###

### You say goodbye…. ###
### Like everything’s all right… ###

Thunderwolf’s attire consists of camel colored cargos, an open, short sleeve, button down silk shirt (cadet blue in color), black and blue K-Swiss classics (laced up in blue), and a pair of super thin, black, finger tip gloves. He adjusts his color before leading Enika to the center of the entry way. His wife & escort for the evening has on a diagonally-cut, faded denim skirt and a tucked in, shoulderless, blue tee bearing little more than a Rolling Stones Lips & Tongue logo – a throw back to the old days. A pair of pink and white Candies (with ankle socks jutting up out of each) cover each foot so delicately, and it can be dually noted that her legs are oiled to the nines. Her hair is flipped outwards at the ends, cut since the last time she was on camera to just above shoulder-length now. A dangling emerald adorns each ear and her ocean blue eyes sparkle under the house lights. That crimson smile speaks volumes…

BUBBA J: I don’t think Enika is right in the head, guys.

COREY LAZARUS: I enjoy this rather vicious side of her, to be honest. Not to mention, her palpable hue is just glowing fantastically.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Her what is how and where was I?

BUBBA J: Calm down, Mikey.

For one of the first times in his career the technicians finally get it right as the couple embraces at the end of the aforementioned entrance ramp to trigger off the ‘artificial rain’ kissing portion of Thunderwolf’s entrance (the rain is basically just very small openings from the pipes over head in the rafters being opened to give off this watery illusion), The two lock lips for what seems like an eternity, but only results in nothing more than couple of seconds for everyone else. There’s a certain ex-wife probably not giving a damn right now.

### If we go on it’s now or never ###
### If we go on… ###

Thunderwolf swipes a loose strand of hair that dangles in front of Enika’s eyes, behind her ear, and whispers something into her ear that gets at least a giggle, before he sets her back down and they head for the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and former two-time AoWF Intercontinental Champion… standing in tonight at 5’11″ and weighing in at 194 pounds…

### If we go on it’s now or never ###
### If we go on… ###

JENNY JERSEY: He is… DUSTIN… “THUNDERWOLF”…. KELSER!

Thunderwolf and Enika split ways for a single moment as they walk around opposite sides of the single ladder that stands ten feet up the rampway away from the ring. Upon reaching the main floor, and instead of diving in immediately, he instead decides to circle the ring, and finally hop up onto the apron after grabbing the bottom on the opposite side from where he started. Dustin then leapfrogs the ropes and does a couple of hops from toe to toe to keep the blood flowing. His knee, underneath his pants, his noticeably braced. He backs up into his neutral corner and awaits the opening bell…
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

“Please allow me to introduce myself..
I’m a man of wealth and taste.

I’ve been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man’s soul and faith.”

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are booing the PWA’s World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring, the World Title strapped around his waist and shining brighter than ever.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds…

“Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game.”

Engel passes right underneath the ladder, stopping for a moment to look at it. He looks back at the ring at Wolf. Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

“I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made.”

JENNY JERSEY: He is the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion… a PWA Hall of Famer… MATTHEW… “THE VIRUS” … ENGEL!!!

“Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
’cause I’m in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I’ll lay your soul to waste.”

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He hands his belt to the referee, and the referee straps the belt on the hook. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

COREY LAZARUS: And now the most coveted World Title in the community, one that eluded me for several years but inevitably came within my grasp, will be decided in a gruesome ladder match that will shake the foundation of this arena, boys.

BUBBA J: The title is being hoisted up, and it sits 15 feet above the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We have a ladder that is that tall, right?

BUBBA J: Yes Mikey, this isn’t our first ladder match.

DING DING DING!

Wolf and Matthew circle each other in the center of the ring, neither wanting to make the first mistake. Engel begins to taunt Wolf with some words as Wolf jaws back at his former tag team partner. Collar and elbow, but Matthew ducks under to deliver a swift kick to Wolf’s back sending the PWA legend stumbling forward. Wolf spins around and Engel is there with a forearm to the face, but Wolf counters it with a wristlock turning it into a hammerlock. Wolf changes into a side headlock, but Engel counters with a punch to the back of Wolf’s left knee. Wolf releases the hold, Engel with a spinning fist right into Wolf’s temple. Engel off the ropes, running bulldog takes Wolf down to the canvas.

Matthew off the ropes, baseball slide into Wolf’s face, but Wolf is up out of the way. Matthew slides on out of the ring, springing up on the apron to leap to the top rope. Matthew dives off the top with a springboard dropkick, but Wolf catches him, spinning around with a wheelbarrow slam in center ring. Wolf rushes over, knee drop to the head, but Matthew rolls out of the way as well, but he is unable to avoid the entire move. Part of Wolf’s boot catches him but it as though Matthew didn’t even feel it. Matthew uses his speed to slam a shoulder into the ribs of the rising Wolf. Wolf rolls over onto his back, Engel is there and connects with the baseball slide. Matthew up again, pulling Wolf into a seated position, fist to the face, a second fist to the face, and a spinning elbow shot to the temple has Wolf reeling already. Wolf shoves Engel backwards, shoving up to his feet quickly, he charges at Engel. Drop toe hold sends Wolf’s throat across the middle rope. Engel quickly running to the near turnbuckle, diving off with a knee drop that drives the rope deeper into Wolf’s throat and causes Thunderwolf to gasp for breath.

BUBBA J: cut off his air supply, ideal tactic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Too early for a pin, but a sound strategy if you can’t get your breath, you can’t fight at one hundred percent.

Engel off the ropes, running punt kick right to Wolf’s chin rolls him off the ropes where Engel lays into Wolf with the foot stomps. Engel goes after a stomp to the throat of Wolf, but Wolf manages to catch the foot pulling Engel off balance. Matthew’s face slams into the top turnbuckle and he falls backwards from the impact. Wolf up quickly, slamming a shoulder into Engel’s midsection before quickly wrapping his arms around Engel’s waist and slams Engel to the might with a big-time

COREY LAZARUS: Picture perfect spinebuster there.
spinebuster.

Engel must be hurting after that, but he valiantly tries to get back up to his feet, Wolf kindly helps him out with that task. Wolf pounds a fist into Engel’s face before tucking his head under Engel’s arm. Northern Lights Suplex from Wolf has Engel down again. Wolf rolls up to his feet, but Engel is there already too. Engel charges at Wolf, leap frog from Wolf catches Matthew off his guard, allowing Wolf to spin around and kick him in the gut. Wolf tries for a DDT, but Engel rains down right and lefts breaking Wolf’s concentration. Engel shoves his weight towards Wolf’s head causing him to stumble backwards. Engel flips over the back of Wolf causing him to fall down and Engel drives his entire body weight down on Wolf taking him by surprise. Engel up, Wolf up. Engel with a running knee and Wolf is prepared, but it is a fake by Engel as he drives a right hand into the face of Wolf sending him into the corner. Matthew with a body splash on Wolf before climbing to mount Wolf in the corner.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Wolf shakes his head, but Engel had it scouted as he rolls backwards to avoid most of the impact. He slams into Wolf as he is shaking his head driving his left knee right into Wolf’s mouth but no blood yet. Engel keeps on the attack with another lifted knee, then a third. Engel is tenacious in his attack of Wolf, taking the fight to him and keeping it there. Engel sets him up in the center of the ring for a piledriver, he yells something out to the crowd. Wolf reverses with a back body sending Engel back first on the canvas. Wolf stumbles forward, deciding to use the momentum to his advantage. Wolf bounces off the ropes, Engel is sitting up, Wolf slams a boot right into the back of his skull folding him up like a package. Wolf pulls Engel up, forearm to the face. Chop to the chest.

BUBBA J: Wooooo!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Idiot.

COREY LAZARUS: I agree there Mikey.

Woooooooo!

Yeah the crowd is into it. Chop again and it is followed by a third and the woos fill the arena. Wolf looks behind him, Irish whip. Engel runs towards the turnbuckle, Wolf spins charging in after him. Engel runs up the turnbuckle, Wolf slams into the corner. Engel lands on his feet behind Wolf, Wolf spins. Superkick from Wolf takes Engel by surprise and right on the chin taking Engel out on the canvas. Wolf points to his temple. Wolf pulls him up, lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Wolf spins as he tosses Engel.
Engel catches Wolf by the hair on his head, dragging him down into a quick DDT from nearly six feet in the air! Matthew doesn’t show any expression as he pounds fists into Wolf’s face from his prone position. Matthew is bringing the violence and Wolf is bringing the speed and agility. Matthew looks up at the crowd, smirking at them. Wolf slams a fist into Engel’s chin rocking him back on his heels. Wolf shoves up to his feet, side headlock. Matthew with an elbow into Wolf’s ribs a second, and a third breaks the side headlock. Engel off the ropes, knee into the ribs sends Wolf stumbling. Matthew springs off the ropes with a flying fist to the back of Wolf’s skull sending him forward again.

COREY LAZARUS: Here comes the Shining Wizard.

BUBBA J: Lets see some damn blood!

Wolf falls to one knee, Shining Wizard from Engel takes Wolf down on the canvas, he slams Wolf’s knee into the canvas to try and weaken his vertical base. Engel is tenacious in his attack with stomp after stomp on the left knee now. Engel off the ropes, dropkick into the left knee before he locks on a leg lock to weaken it further. Wolf sits up, fist to the face, but Engel sways out of the way as he avoids the punch and drops the submission. Engel up to his feet, but so is Wolf, both showing resilience early. Engel flies with a forearm, Wolf avoids. Engel catches his forward progress with a hand on each side of the turnbuckle. Looking while upside down, Engel grabs Wolf on each side of his head with his feet. Wolf smiles as he pulls Engel out of the corner, but Engel wanted just that. Engel spins around twisting his body to flip Wolf over in the center ring to land on his shoulder and side of the head. Engel walks over, knowing that he must stay on the attack here. Engel drops a knee onto Wolf’s forehead before leaping into the air with a second one as well. Engel climbs to the top turnbuckle, measuring Wolf as he dives from the top with a double foot stomp right onto Wolf’s face and sending him out cold. Engel rolls through the impact, springing up to his feet to bounce off the ropes, spring to the middle, and come off with a back flip into a leg drop across his throat.
Engel helps him up to his feet, Wolf slams a fist into Engel’s gut, a second, and a third, swinging neckbreaker takes Engel down. Wolf is down too, and this match is less than ten minutes old. Wolf crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up with their assistance, but Engel is doing the same, showing that reserve and determination to end Wolf; but Wolf is showing the same. The crowd is definitely into this match even if no hardcore elements have come into play. Wolf runs at Engel, but Matthew ducks under the clothesline. Wolf with a back kick takes Matthew by surprise sending him into the ropes. Matthew rebounds right into a rear waistlock from Wolf. Belly to belly suplex slams Engel down on his head. Wolf pulls Engel to a seated position, placing his knee in between Matthew’s shoulder blades before yanking his arms back in a submission hold. Engel grunts out in pain, his eyes closed to block out anything else and give him concentration. Engel rolls to the right, to the left, to the right but Wolf follows him with every sway of his body. Engel rolls to the left, but Wolf lets him loose, choosing instead to follow him with stomps to the back and kicks to the ribs. Engel rolls onto the apron, Wolf pushes him on out to the floor.

BUBBA J: There we go, stomps and kicks.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thought you were for Engel?

BUBBA J: I’m for violence Mikey.

Wolf hits the ropes once again as Engel gets up to a kneeling position then to a standing position. Wolf dives over the top rope with a suicide plancha as he flips over Engel catching him in a over the shoulder three quarter facelock into a stunner!
The crowd explodes because Wolf is taking all the chances he can here to keep Engel on the attack. Even Enika looks impressed with Wolf’s agility, giving her husband proper praise on the outside of the ring. But the move cost Wolf as he slammed down hard on his left knee, causing him to wince in pain. Wolf gets up, slowly, but he does manage it turning around to find Engel getting up as well, his back turned to him. Wolf stomps forward, but Engel drops down, tripping Wolf up slamming him face first into the ring apron and causing him to bounce back from the impact. Wolf holds at his mouth as Engel springs to the apron, flying off with a toe kick right to Wolf’s temple driving Wolf to the ground. Wolf’s head slams into the railing, but Matthew is far from finished as he pulls himself back up, a wide and evil smirk on his face. He pulls Wolf up, grabbing him in a wristlock. Engel uses all of his weight behind the move as he drops down to whip Wolf into the steps and send the steps flying to the railing that is protecting the fans.
Engel walks over, calmly and methodically stalking Wolf as he waits for him to stand back up, which he is trying to do here. Wolf is on his hands and knees, but Engel delivers a vicious kick right to his ass sending him head first into the disassembled steps. Wolf pulls himself up on his knees, a hand on both sides of the steps as Engel stalks forward. Enika is right there, however, and Matthew turns toward her. No words are exchanged, simply a look of disgust from Enika and a look of despair from Matt. Brother and sister, one hates the other and the other is full of regret. Engel turns around meeting the steel steps right in the face. Engel drops like a sack of rocks as he just falls limply right there in the spot. Engel’s head is up against the railing and Wolf looks at the steps.

COREY LAZARUS: Wolf spotting those steps behind Engel’ head can only mean a catastrophy is about to be born.

BUBBA J: Maybe some blood too.

Wolf looks back at the crowd once again, the steps slam into Engel’s face for a second time. Something seems to have unlocked in Wolf as he backs up, tossing the steps at Engel and they land in his lap. Wolf jumps into the air, driving the steps into Matthew’s sternum with a high impact dropkick. The air rushes right out of Engel’s lungs before Wolf rolls back up to his feet, the distaste of Engel evident on his face. Wolf pulls the nearly unconscious form of Matthew up and tries for a Cry of the Wolf on the outside, but Engel struggles out of the headlock and gives Wolf a kick to his bad knee. Engel shoves his doubled fists upward right into Wolf’s manhood causing him to groan in pain and the men in the crowd to agree with him. Engel shoves upwards with a brass knuckle assisted uppercut to the chin that rocks Wolf backward on his haunches.
Matthew rolls Wolf back inside the ring where he can use the ropes to his advantage and out wrestle Wolf. He pulls himself onto the apron, crawling to the top turnbuckle, diving off while twisting his body in mid air, but Wolf rolls back onto the apron. Engel hits nothing but canvas.

BUBBA J: And he misses.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

COREY LAZARUS: Are you always this obvious when calling a match?

Wolf gets himself up, as Engel clutches at his midsection in pain he turns around. Right fist from Wolf, a second, and a third has Engel reeling but he’s still holding onto the ropes. Wolf shoves his shoulder through the ropes connecting with Engel’s sore sternum which causes him to let go of the top rope’s support. Wolf steps through, delivering a big knee into Engel’s face before whipping him into the ropes. Wolf bounces off as well, clothesline ducked by Engel. Wolf spins around, kick right to his face sends him down on one knee, Engel off the ropes. Springboard heel kick to the temple sends Wolf onto the other knee. Engel hits the ropes again, dropkick right to the face, but Wolf can’t bend that way so Engel hits the ropes behind him catching Wolf with a running bulldog and down to the canvas. Engel gets in Wolf’s face and begins to trash talk his former partner. Engel with a closed right hand to Wolf’s face and a second rocks Wolf’s jaw in the prone position. Engel pulls Wolf up to a kneeling position so the crowd can watch him pound away at his flesh and his head with all the closed rights and lefts he wants to. Matthew rears back, delivering a stinging knife edge chop right to Wolf’s Adam’s apple that causes him to begin gagging. Engel sticks his hands on either side of Wolf’s mouth and pulls his cheeks apart as though he is trying to make his smile look like The Joker. Wolf seems to be out on his knees though but the pain brings him around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looking like the Dark Knight’s Joker.

COREY LAZARUS: This match is going to only increase in the violence and withheld feelings.

Wolf fires a weak right, but Engel is able to easily avoid the blow instead kicking Wolf in the gut with his boot before slamming the point of his elbow into Wolf’s mouth. Engel slams the elbow into Wolf’s cheek before spitting right in his face. The wad of spit runs down Wolf’s face humiliating him a bit further before Engel mockingly wipes the spit all over PWA legend’s face.
Engel rushes at Wolf and nails him with a front dropkick to the chest! Wolf cringes and begins to gasp for air. Engel is up to his feet. He lands a few stomps, and gets Wolf up to his feet. Engel drags him over to the corner, accidentally giving Wolf enough time to catch his breath. Wolf slams his elbow into Engel’s stomach and then hooks up Engel with a front facelock. He puts Engel’s arm over his head and then cradles Engel’s left leg. He hits Engel with a big-time fisherman’s suplex.
Wolf is to his feet. Engel gets to a knee, but not before Wolf slaps on a sleeper hold. Engel tries his hardest to fight it, but eventually falls to the mat. The referee is down in Engel’s face, asking if he wants to give up. Engel shakes his head, and tries to fight back with elbow shots to Wolf. Wolf just tightens the grip, and Engel’s face begins to turn red. Engel manages to reach for a piece of broken glass that Wolf plucked out of his leg and stabs Wolf in the arm with it!
Wolf screams out in pain and lets the sleeper hold go. Engel starts coughing and gasping for air himself. Wolf is back up to his feet however, and pulls the glass out of his arm. He screams out in anger and then Wolf hits a soccer kick on Engel, and gets him to his feet. Wolf sends him into the ropes and telegraphs a clothesline. He connects this time and sends Engel to the canvas. Wolf climbs to the top rope. He gets a cheap pop from the crowd. He flies off and connects with a legdrop over Engel’s throat.

BUBBA J: Leg drop there nearly decapitates Engel.

COREY LAZARUS: So elequant with your words Bubba.

Engel is up to his feet as Wolf grins. Wolf lashes out, but Engel dodges it and wraps Wolf up in a hammerlock. Engel dishes out some brutal forearm shots to Wolf’s back and neck and then kicks out the back of his knee. Wolf is down to one knee and Engel steps back and unleashes a really hard kick into Wolf’ neck. Wolf falls to the mat and Engel is on the attack. He hits Wolf with multiple forearm shots and punches. He gets Wolf up to his feet and lands a huge ace cutter.
Engel slams the mat in frustration and gets in The referee’s face. He’s claiming he had the three count before Wolf got his shoulder up. The referee stands her ground, but Engel reminds her of the importance of the match. The referee kindly replies with a “I don’t give a fuck, Wolf got his shoulder up”. Engel just gives The referee a smile and meanwhile, Wolf regroups and knocks Engel down. Engel to his feet, but he’s met with a devastating big boot from Wolf. Engel flies into the corner. Wolf mounts and unchambers lefts and rights. He finishes it off with an ice-cold headbutt, and Engel falls to the canvas. Engel to a knee and Wolf grabs him by the hair. Wolf rushes to the corner and hits a big-time tornado DDT.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf with a big time tornado DDT.

COREY LAZARUS: Back and forth here tonight, both men want the illustrious prize above the ring and willing to do damn near anything to get it.

Engel shakes it off and tries to get to his feet. Wolf drops an elbow on his back and follows it up with some stiff kicks to the back of the head. Wolf gets Engel to his feet and works his arm again. Engel falls to a knee, but looks up into Wolf’ eyes and gets an adrenaline shot. Engel muscles back up to his feet and flips out of the arm bar. Still holding onto Wolf, Engel nails Wolf with a roundhouse he’ll never forget. Engel climbs the top rope – five star frog splash. Perfect.
Engel to his feet and Wolf uses the ropes to get up. Wolf rushes at Engel and locks up with him. Engel shoves Wolf out of his grips and into the ropes. Wolf rebounds looking to connect a lariat on Engel, but Engel ducks and Wolf stops on a dime, kicks Engel low. Wolf tries for the Planter, but Engel slams the back of his head into Wolf’ groin. Wolf cowers away in a lot of pain. Engel slams a roundhouse kick into Wolf’ face and Wolf is against the ropes. Engel gets an idea and locks Wolf arms between the top and middle ropes. Wolf can’t go anywhere now. Engel slides out of the ring and grabs a fire extinguisher. Engel climbs back in the ring and nails Wolf in the gut with the fire extinguisher, and finishes off the attack with a shot to the head. Wolf screams out in pain.. and Engel drops the fire extinguisher to the mat.
However, Engel isn’t done yet. Engel uses whatever strength he has left to also lock Wolf’ neck between the top and middle ropes. The pressure from the ropes is giving Wolf a mild choke, but not life threatening. However, Engel climbs out to the apron and underhooks Wolf’s arms and shoulders. Engel also has both the top and middle ropes hooked as well, and if Engel were to pull down on Wolf, it would choke him even more.

BUBBA J: Now here we go, choke that bitch.

COREY LAZARUS: Thunderwolf is not a bitch Bubba J.

BUBBA J: No disrespect meant, he’s been around a long time; but if it were Engel being choked he’d be a bitch too.

COREY LAZARUS: Your vocabulary never ceases to amaze me with its shallowness.

And that’s exactly what he does. Engel purposefully loses his footing on the apron, but holds onto Wolf and the ropes as best as he can. The result chokes Wolf incredibly with the ropes and Engel’s weight, and Wolf’s life begins to dwindle away. Engel is dangling on the side of the ring, holding onto Wolf for another submission. Engel slips off, unable to maintain the position as blood rushes to his head as well. Engel’s had enough though and gets a ladder from under the ring. Engel slides the ladder into the ring, following in after the twenty feet of steel. Thunderwolf lays there, out cold and unmoving. Engel lifts the ladder, suplexing it onto the unmoving form of Thunderwolf for good measure. Engel sets the ladder up, beginning his climb to the top, smirking down at Thunderwolf below him. Engel reaches up for the gold… the ladder goes sailing over sending Engel flying out of the ring and crashing into the announcer’s table!

Thunderwolf crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up with agonizing slowness as Engel is now the one unmoving in the debris of the Announcer’s table. Thunderwolf shakes his head from side to side trying to get blood back into his head before he spots the ladder leaning on the top rope and spies Engel still unmoving on the remains of the table. Thunderwolf hits the ropes with all he’s got bringing the ladder out of the ring with him corkscrewing with the ladder before he lands on top of Engel. The move cost Thundeerwold though as he is gasping for breath, the match having taken its toll on the wrestling veteran. Thunderwolf once again pulls himself up, this time with the aid of the railing and looks to the fans in the building nodding and it gives him enough to pull himself up to his full height and stomp down on the ladder driving it into Engel’s broken body.

BUBBA J: Are we on?

MIKEY MASSACRE: It appears to be so.

Thunderwolf slides th ladder back into the ring, going in after it and sets it up right under the belt. Thunderwolf looks up to the belt as he climbs, but Engel is stirring and Thunderwolf is moving excrutiatingly slow up the twenty feet. Thunderwolf is about ten feet up when Engel manages to somehow slide into the ring, bleeding from his back to stare up at Thunderwolf touching the belt. Engel charges at the ladder, sending Thunderwolf falling from the top, almost hooking his hand in the belt, but not quite fast enough. Thunderwolf lands on the top rope, back flipping to catch Engel right in the mouth with a dropkick sending him into the ropes. Engel bounces back right into a drop toe hold slamming his face into the steel.
Thunderwolf off the ropes, leaping over Engel, springing backwards with a springboard moon stault onto Engel’s head driving him face first onto the steel. Thunderwolf springs back up the adrenaline now flowing through his body the pain and match somewhat forgotten. Wolf lifts Engel up whipping him into the ropes, tossing him over the side of the ring and to the concrete floor below. Thunderwolf with a head of steam runs up the incline that is the ladder launching himself off with a scissorskick connecting with Engel as he tries to get up. Thunderwolf pulls Matthew back up, pissed of f and looking for some retribution of pain and past wrongs that he wants to make right through pain.

BUBBA J: Did we lose Corey?

COREY LAZARUS: Nope, I am still here probably much to your irritation.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I like him, puts you in your place.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey.

In the aisle! Matthew! Thunderwolf! Going at each other! The Virus has the advantage in brawling but Thunderwolf is bringing the heat, he wants the World title badly. Thunderwolf stuns Matthew, then clotheslines him right over the guardrail into the first row! Matthew gets up, Thunderwolf charges and dives over the guardrail into him, laying in right hands on the ground. Chairs are scattered everywhere! Thunderwolf gets up and hollers, pointing up high to where the belt dangles. He grabs Matthew by the hair and dumps him back into the aisle, following suit. Thunderwolf pulls Matthew along with him, smashing his face into the ring apron and propping him up against it. Chop! Now irish whip into another ladder on the outside.

Reversed!

Thunderwolf skids to a stop right before crashing into the ladder, then pops and locks. Matthew charges him, sidestep, wham into the ladder! Matthew lands on top of the metal device and rolls off into the aisle in some pain. Thunderwolf takes the opportunity to pick the ladder up and slide it into the ring. He begins to set it up, could he climb already? No, Matthew slides into the ring and attacks before Thunderwolf can get anywhere. They’re going at it again! Thunderwolf blocks Engel’s right hand, fires with his own! Matthew right, blocked, fires again. Thunderwolf punches the man into the ropes, irish whip, reversed, Matthew with a STO! Just laid the man out. Not Laid Out, just laid him out. Matthew throws down on his man with the trash-talk, and then… looks at the ladder.

BUBBA J: And now Virus grabbing the ladder with evil intentions… Thunderwolf getting to his feet, Matthew has the ladder over his shoulder like a weapon! The ladder RIGHT TO THE FACE, good God!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He got his hand up to try to block, but it didn’t do him much good!

CORY LAZARUS: How do you block a man driving a 20 foot ladder into your face?

Indeed. And Thunderwolf has got the juice going, red streaming down his forehead. Matthew looks cocky, brushing himself off like it ain’t no thing. Crowd hates him. Matthew takes the ladder and props it up in a corner? What’s he intending here? He grabs Thunderwolf by the legs and holds him, no, catapult into the ladder! Thunderwolf collides with the steel, head and body, and then crashes to the canvas and rolls outside. Matthew grabs the ladder and takes it to the center, setting it up. And he is climbing!

BUBBA J: Here we go! The World Champion is steps away from being crowned!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Matthew ascending the steps, he’s only a few away… Wait! Thunderwolf is back in the ring! He’s climbing up after Matthew, he’s got a leg!

COREY LAZARUS: These two are very intense here tonight, as they are inclined to be each time either man steps into the ring.

Matthew tries to kick Thunderwolf away, Thunderwolf falls off… rebounds off the ropes and shoves the ladder over! It goes sideways, but Matthew manages to jump off and land on his feet. He thinks he’s so damn smart -

Bitch Slap!

Matthew gets ROCKED by the big backhand slam of Thunderwolf! Matthew reels, and Thunderwolf throws some right hands his way! Irish whip, Matthew comes off, HIP TOSS Matthew GOES INTO THE LADDER! The ladder leaned on the ropes after falling and Matthew crashed right into it courtesy of the Thunderwolf hip toss! Matthew writhes in pain from the impact of his body against metal. Thunderwolf follows it up by grabbing the ladder away and driving it down into the mid-section of his foe! A brutal side shown from Thunderwolf here, slamming it down once, twice… then holding the ladder and choking Matthew out with the top of it. Wow.

BUBBA J: Intensity doesn’t describe these two here tonight.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Such hatred boiling out from both men here.

COREY LAZARUS: What do you expect, these two are rivals of the purest source.

Thunderwolf lays off Matthew for a minute, pondering his options. What exactly is he doing here? Thunderwolf doesn’t want to climb yet, he knows he won’t make it. He takes the ladder, puts it on the canvas… and slides it partly out of the ring. About a third of the ladder is sticking out in mid-air. Thunderwolf picks up Engel, holding him by the hair, what’s he doing here? Oh my god, you’ve got to be kidding! Thunderwolf hooks Matthew, he’s trying a suplex… he’s going to suplex Matthew over the ropes onto the ladder! No! Matthew flips out of the suplex at the top, lands on the ring apron! Thunderwolf turns around
Matthew DROPS TO THE FLOOR AND LEVERS THE LADDER
CRASH
The ladder levers up like a shotgun into Thunderwolf’s jaw! Good God!
Thunderwolf kicks the canvas in huge pain, rolling around as Matthew sits down on the concrete, leaning back against the ring apron to catch his breath. He’s pretty damn pleased with himself. Finally he gets up, grabbing the top of the ladder
BASEBALL SLIDE Thunderwolf
WHAM into the chest of Virus again, sending him sprawling back down the aisle! Thunderwolf in clear pain, but he’s trying to fight through it! TO THE TOP ROPE! Matthew gets up and looks up only to see Thunderwolf FLYING RIGHT AT HIM! BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! The crowd is cheering as both men lay on the concrete, Thunderwolf holding his jaw, Matthew his chest, the match is already taking it’s toll.

BUBBA J: What are these two going to do next?

COREY LAZARUS: Anything they can, possible even career homicide.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No, Bubba J, what AREN’T these men willing to do? Nothing is out of bounds! Nothing is too crazy! This is all about the World title!, Bill Hewson!

Thunderwolf rolls into the ring, grabbing the ladder and pulling it back in. He sets it up in the middle of the ring, Matthew seems to be having a hard time breathing. Thunderwolf is climbing. He’s getting up the ladder… he’s getting close to the top!
Two more steps!
One more step! He reaches out to touch the World title belt…
But Matthew is there, grabbing his leg. Thunderwolf tries to take the belt down to end this, but Matthew is climbing up after him. Wham, hammers the man in the back. Wait a minute! Thunderwolf… turned around… Matthew has him! NO! He can’t!
A fall into High Voltage from Engel! COMPLETE SHOT OFF THE LADDER TO THE CANVAS BELOW!
Both men hit the canvas hard, but the bloody Thunderwolf takes the worst of it. Matthew forces himself it, face a mask of pain (what you can see of it), and begins to climb the ladder! He’s going up, crowd booing his ass, but Thunderwolf is trying to get up. He’s grabbing the rungs to pull himself up on the other side. Matthew is near the top! He’s grabbing for the belt, but Thunderwolf is climbing… Thunderwolf reaches over the top of the ladder and slugs Matthew in the face. Matthew fires back! Thunderwolf shoots a shot, then wipes his face and bashes Virus’ face into the top of the ladder!
CLIMB
ONE
TWO
FLY
OH MY GOD!

BUBBA J: HOLY HELLLLLL!

MIKEY MASSACRE: MY GOD! MY GOD! AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, Matthew MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF! Thunderwolf WITH A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

COREY LAZARUS: What a move to put Virus away!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

The crowd is STANDING as both men are down, Matthew looks damn near dead! sunset flip Powerbomb allll the way from the top, and finally Thunderwolf SPIN-A-ROONIES TO HIS FEET! He’s in pain, but he’s got enough in him to climb! And he’s SO CLOSE! Matthew isn’t moving, Matthew can’t stop him! Thunderwolf climbing up, almost there!
Reaches out!
Matthew SHOVES THE LADDER OVER WITH HIS FOOT!
Thunderwolf can’t stop his momentum and flies off the ladder landing crotch-first on the top rope! OH NO!
Wait just a damn second…
Thunderwolf bounces off the ropes and knocks his cock. Matthew, getting up, looks on in disgust. But there’s no denying balls of steel!! or the preventive cup!
Thunderwolf with a discus clothesline puts Matthew over the top rope. Now he’s climbing again!
Matthew grabs a chair from a front-row fan and comes into the ring

WHAM

RIGHT TO THE BACK OF Thunderwolf!
Thunderwolf sags, but holds onto the ladder. Matthew doesn’t want that, he climbs up a step or two and pulls Thunderwolf’s head backwards. Oh no…
HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER FROM HALF-WAY UP THE LADDER.

Oh my God, Thunderwolf just got killed. And Engel… Matthew looks on. But wait a minute. He looks at Thunderwolf… and his eyes flash. Matthew grabs the ladder and moves it out of the center of the ring…? You can’t reach the title belt from the corner… what is he doing? Thunderwolf is laying prone in the center of the ring, and Virus climbs to the top turnbuckle. Then he climbs the ladder up… he’s near the top! WAIT A MINUTE!
LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER THE TOP
Another High Voltage! FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDERRRRRRR!

MIKEY MASSACRE: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Matthew – FROM 15 FEET IN THE AIR!

BUBBA J: Some times they pay off, some times they don’t.

COREY LAZARUS: Brillint words, obvioius words, but well you stole them from someone I’m sure.

The crowd is again chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” as Matthew and Thunderwolf lay on the canvas, neither man looking like they ever want to get up again. Matthew sacrificed his own body to keep Thunderwolf down though, and finally he drags himself up. He takes the ladder and brings it to the center of the ring, Thunderwolf laying near the edge of the canvas. Matthew has to climb, he can’t wait any longer.
He’s going up.
Five rungs left.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Matthew is at the TOP OF THE LADDER… he’s got his hands on the title belt! He just needs to take it off the ring -
When the ladder is no longer underneath him.
Matthew dangles in mid-air on the ring holding the belt as Thunderwolf takes the ladder to a corner where Matthew can’t get it! Still Virus Matthew trying to get the belt off the ring, but Thunderwolf on the top rope!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf fixing to…

BUBBA J: Send the ladder into Matthew like a lawn dart!

COREY LAZARUS: Damn! That is some destruction to a body there!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wait a minute, Engel’s got the belt!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIIILL Pioneer Wrestling Association World Champion… Matthew Virus Engel!

Thunderwolf steps through the ropes, murder in his eyes as Enika rushes around to prevent Thunderwolf from doinging anything he may regret later.

BUBBA J: This was a hard fought match between two tough ass people, both should be proud.

COREY LAZARUS: You dumb cunt, the loser in a match is never proud, especially when a World Title is on the line. No wonder you never made much out of your career.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Laz.

EMTs rush down to the ring, checking on both men as we fade away into an advertisement for Night 4 on April 24 featuring the PWA talent of the AOWF.

The lights dim down until there is no more than a small flicker of light upon the crowd. A red spotlight shines down upon the top of the entrance ramp as a light fog brushes across the stage. Bob Seger’s “Turn The Page” hits the PA, the crowd anxious in waiting.

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin’ out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before

A figure steps out on the ramp, his face veiled by a cloak as he stands in the middle of the spotlight. His head is raised as he scans the audience, dropping back down before anyone can see his face.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you’re ridin’ sixteen hours
And there’s nothin’ much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’,
You just wish the trip was through

The figure slowly begins walking down the ramp, the fans silent as they watch him pace to the ring.

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Pyros shoot out either side of the ramp, lighting the place like daylight. The figure throws his cloak to the floor, revealing himself as Lucious Starr. The Untamed Fury points to each side, drawing in the mixed emotion of the crowd. He paces towards the ring once more, passion in his eyes.

Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you’re shakin’ off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you
But you just want to explode

Lucious stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking up at the ring. He lowers his head, shaking it each way before looking back up, jumping up to the apron. He slides in under the top rope, heading for the nearest turnbuckle.

Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
“Is that a woman or a man?”
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don’t dare make a stand

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Lucious holds his arms out wide, curling his fingers up to draw the crowd. He waits there for a moment, taking in the emotions, then drops as he heads across the ring to do so again.

Out there in the spotlight
You’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen… your Pioneer Wrestling Association Representative… LUCIOUS STARR!

The music begins to fade away as Lucious hops down, heading to ring center. He drops to one knee, glancing around the ring.

The opening chords of “Better Off Dead” by Death From Above 1979 cue up and as soon as the song really kicks in pyro explodes with a blinding white flash on the stage. Purple and green lights lay down over the crowd and everyone’s attention is to the stage. By the time the smoke settles Finale is at the top of the ramp with Ramona Holiday at his side. He walks down to the ring with a focused expression as Ramona slaps hands with the fans. Finale enters the ring and jogs around a bit while looking into the crowd, focused on the task at hand.

JENNY JERSEY: I give you, the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation Representative… FINALE!

Today… my name… is pain…
The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened big screen show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages… A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR… The guitar stops it’s long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the Big screen… Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, Viktor Stone, Matthew Engel, Raizzor, and Marxx…
Tonight… Tonight…
Tonight…
A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red….
GO!
“The New Ministry” from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your passion
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your heart
Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose, the Intercontinental Championship flinging out in her left arm, as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring, slinging the title onto her shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing… she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at one hundred, forty two pounds…
Tonight… is… ours…
Now and forever
Tonight… is… ours…
WE BLEED TONIGHT!
Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.
Live out your dream
With everything you have inside you
This world can’t hold us back forever!
forever… FOREVER…
FORVER… FOREVER…

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this is…. RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.
We Bleed Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your passion
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your heart
Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.
Tonight is ours
Now and forever
Tonight is ours
WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT…
Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

An eerie quiet comes over the arena, as smoke fills the stage area. The opening two notes to “Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain play, and a huge explosion of red and yellow fireworks explodes from the stage as Carbomb continues to play. From the smoke walks Vincent Black, a sneer on his face, standing tall. He is wearing a red “Extreme Elite” t-shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: From Glens Falls, New York; he stands at six feet eleven inches while weighing in at three hundred and thirty-one pounds… representing Extreme Elite… VINCENT BLACK!

He walks to the ring, stopping to talk shit to fans once or twice, and steps up on the apron, before stepping over the top rope.

DING DING

BUBBA J: Here we go with some fucking hardcore!

MIKEY MASSACRE: How’s your head, by the way.

BUBBA J: See those light tubes over there?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah…

BUBBA J: You are going to get real up close and personal with them if you mention my head again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Okay then, lets head to the ring for the headlining match.

Vincent with a punch to Lucious Starr gets the match underway as Finale and Riona lock up in a collar and elbow. Riona with a quick wristlock kicks the BWF wrestler in the ribs before leaping up and kicking him right in the face. Lucious pounds a fist back into Vincent’s face doubling with a second and tripling with a third. Vincent charges back with a running knee into Starr’s midsection doubling him over. Vincent brings down an elbow into Lucious’ back sending him to one knee. Lucious comes up with a double fist right i nto Vincent’s balls causing Black to turn green from the pain. Lucious with a running boot off the ropes sends Black over the top, still holding at his balls in pain. Lucious turns his attention to Finale and Riona, but Finale comes through with a flying kick sending Lucious over the top and on top of Black. Riona gets back up to her feet as Finale spins around, Riona with a roaring elbow smash to Finale, but he ducks under sending her face first into the barbed wire covered corner with a drop toe hold. Finale is up, stomping down on Riona’s head that drives her face deeper into the barbed wire and he is the first to draw blood here in this hardcore match. Finale pulls Riona up, but she is far from done as she slams her fist into his thigh sending him howling in pain as a little blood trickles from the spot. Riona holds a piece of barbed wire in her fist, bringing it down into Finale’s face before whipping him into the ropes. Finale rebounds right into a spinning heel kick taking him down to the canvas. Riona off the ropes, but Lucious slams a bw wrapped chair into her back and she stumbles forward from the impact. Vincent is rolling back up to his feet, still limping slightly as he heads over to Lucious Starr on the other side of the ring now. Vincent slams a big boot into the face of Lucious Starr before picking him up and tossing him into the bank of light tubes set aside for just such a purpose.

BUBBA J: It didn’t take long to get violent, I love it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sure didn’t they headed right into it.

BUBBA J: Mikey!

Vincent leans over, pulling Starr out of the glass tube fragments, but Lucious stabs him in the gut with a long piece causing blood to flow from the wound. Black pounds down into Lucious’ face with a vicious right, but Lucious just jabs the fragment back in towards Vincent’s gut. Vincent with a big knee rocks Starr’s head back then he lifts him up onto his shoulders in a powerslam position heading towrads another section of lights that are unbroken. Vincent charges in, Starr slips off his back driving his knees into Vincent’s chest and face into the light tubes… they explode everywhere.

BUBBA J: Plastic surgery, curtosey of Lucille Starr PhD.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, he headed right into it.

Back in the ring Riona has Finale in a side headlock, but Finale is fighting through with a series of elbow shots. Riona tightens the hold, but Finale shoves her into the corner where she slams into the bw covered pads, if you can even call bw covered pads… pads. Riona releases the hold, Finale lifting her up placing her on the top turnbuckle. Finale up behind her wraps his arms around her body, legs as well and falls forward off the top turnbuckle(out of the ring) right on top of a table that smashes into a hundred little pieces!

BUBBA J: Damn!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bold move there by the BWF United States Champion.

Finale rolls up, a bit worse for the move, but still able to get up to his feet. Finale digs under the ring pulling out a trash can of plunder that he tosses the contents of into the ring. Finale lifts the trashcan high, bringing it down solidly on Riona’s back causing her to twitch from the impact. Finale turns to repeat the gesture, but Lucious Starr comes flying off the ring apron slammiing a staple gun into Finale’s face and that along with the impact of his body slam them both into the railing protecting the fans. Lucious lifts the gun up high, before bringing it down and stapling Finale in the cheek.

CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk

Finale with a howl of pain fights up, slamming his elbow into Starr’s groin area before lifting him up, dropping him throat first across the raling. Lucious drops the staple gun, holding at his throat, as Finale slams a shard of table right into his face sending him over the railing and into the fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They head into the crowd.

BUBBA J: Damn it Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What?! Oh… my bad…(he laughs)

Finale lifts Lucious back up, dropping him face first onto the seat of a vacated steel chair before folding it up. Vincent steals the chair from Finale, bringing it down on top of his head. Finale goes to one knee, but Vincent winds up for a homerun swing and connects!

BUBBA J: And its… outta here!

Vincent lifts the chair back up, all three men are covered in blood, but Vincent is looking the more worse for wear so far. Vincent brings the chair down… beer bottle to Vincent’s ass causes him to instinctively drop the chair. Vincent spins around, Riona up onto the seat of a chair quickly flying off with a kick right to Vincent’s face, the barbed wire covering her boot adding to the pain the Rebel Pro… I mean Extreme Elite representative feels. Riona is the only standing tall right now, but she isn’t exactly the picture of someone who has been lying around she too is covered in crimson, looking like the saddistic person one of her personalities is.

BUBBA J: She is one tough bitch, got to give her that. And I mean bitch as a compliment.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She has to be to survive in this type of environment.

Riona pulls Black up, whipping him into the railing and picking up the staple gun with a glint in her eyes. She dives at Vincent, but her aim is off, and she lands on the raling balancing precariously; she did that on purpose. Riona staples Vincent on the top of his skull before tossing it back to land on Finale. Riona grabs Vincent around the head, wrapping her left leg(knee) right at his throat and spinning around to drive her knee right into his throat, Vincent coughing up a bit of blood as he lands.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a move, she may have just destroyed Vincent’s Adam’s Apple.

BUBBA J: Vincent and all the others knew what they were getting into here tonight, but don’t count Vincent out just yet.

Finale grabs the staple gun, and a similar gleam comes into his eyes that Riona had earlier. Finale places the gun right on Starr’s crotch and the men in the crowd get very silent after a large groan.

CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk

BUBBA J: That hurts me and I’m sitting here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Me too.

BUBBA J: But then I realize that its Lucille Starr and doubt he feels anything the pussy that he is.

Lucious rolls around in pain, trying desperately to fight Finale off from the pain he is causing to his manhood. Finale goes for another staple, but the gun is all out so he picks up the bottle instead. Finale places the bottle on the ground in the perfect position before pulling Lucious up and driving him head first onto the bottle with a DDT. Finale isn’t finished though, he pulls Lucious up to his feet, whipping him into the railing. Finale leaps off a chair’s seat driving both feet right into Lucious’ face sending them both over the railing. Riona grabs Finale as he gets back up sending him back into the railing with a bloody chop to the chest. Fi nale fights back with one of his own, but Riona returns the favor; Finale returns in kind.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A bloody chop fest!

BUBBA J: How much blood have these people lost?

Riona with a third chop, but Finale ducks under the blow shoving Riona back with a shove. Riona stumbles over Starr and Vincent slamming her head on the ring apron. Finale darts forward as Riona rights herself slamming a knee into her face and then rolling her up onto the apron. Finale leans there catching his breath before tossing a trashcan into the ring for good measure. Finale opens a bag of thumbtacks, tossing many of them onto the trashcan before lifting Riona up to her feet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Goddamnit right onto the trashcan!

BUBBA J: This guy is proving that BWF may have had bad history in the past, but he is a true competitor.

Finale lays there catching his breath, Riona laying there bleeding, but Finale unable to cover for the pin. On the outside of the ring Lucious has picked himself up, Vincent having done the same as well. Lucious turns around receiving a brass knuckles shot from Vincent, causing him to fall back against the railing. Lucious smiles as he points to his head and fires a brass knuckles shot back at Vincent. Vincent with a shot, Lucious with a shot, Vincent, Lucious, Vincent, Lucious!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Its Brass Knuckle warfare!

BUBBA J: Not many can go toe to toe with Vincent, Lucious must be on some kind of drugs, speed, heroine, or something like that.

Vincent stumbles back, blood pouring from his multiple wounds on his face, but Starr is bleeding heavily too. Vincent charges at Lucious, Starr with a snap Northern Lights suplex out of either desperation or desing; doesn’t matter he nailed it right onto a piece of C4 in the matting!

Boooooom!

Vincent grunts from the pain of his body making contact with the special surprise placed around the ring.

BUBBA J: We got C4?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Obviously, but no one mentioned it to me.

BUBBA J: I fucking love C4!

Lucious is shocked and stumbles back, having received a bit of pain from that as well. He pulls Vincent up nailing him in the face with a knee once, twice, and a third time. Vincent falls back pouring blood and probably out cold. Finale comes flying over the top rope with a kendo stick slamming it into Starr’s back on his way down Starr turns around, the barbed wire wrapped stick ripping his flesh even more. Finale swings the stick, Lucious sways out of the way. Lucious darts in nailing Finale in the face with a forearm and an elbow combination that has the BWF US Champion on the ropes(not literally because the two of them are outside the ring but you get the metaphor.) Finale fires back with a shot of his own, but Lucious hip tosses him onto some broken light tubes, the sharp points digging into Finale’s back and front as he rolls around trying to get up. Lucious stalks over to Finale, pulling him up and slamming him face first onto the ring apron before mouthing off to Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Fuck you too Starr.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is not the way to get a head in this business Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey, fuck you right in the fucking ear!

Lucious laughs as he lifts Finale up, slamming him onto the table where Bubba J and Mikey Massacre are sitting. Lucious digs under the ring pulling a ladder from under the vast open space that is a Rebel Pro ring because I swear there is probably a car under there too. Lucious speedily sets up the ladder before reaching into the ring and pulling out a stop sign wich he places on top of Finale’s face.

“Your chances stop here Finale!”

Starr climbs up the ladder, before leaping out with a front flip cannonball type move that will use his entire body weight to hurt if he lands on top of Finale… which he doesn’t. Finale rolls out of the way just before Starr slams through the table and sign, but he rolls into Bubba J and Mikey’s lap.

BUBBA J: Get off!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale is right in our laps folks.

Finale gets up, holding something he pulls from his boot… a box cutter! Lucious is out cold in the debris of the table and Finale leans over him… slicing a seven inch gash on Lucioius’ forehead!

BUBBA J: Scalp wounds always bleed more, but I swear I see bone.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale showing he is willing to do anything to win this AOWF title!

Back in the ring Riona is simply watching and resting, allowing all the others to kill themselves when she spots Black lumbering up to his feet. Riona looks down at her feet, at all of the plunder from the trashcan and spies… a cheese grater along with a pizza cutter; she smiles. Vincent leans over the railing, trying to gather himself for the rest of the fight. Riona comes flying off the top turnbuckle driving her right foot into his face sending the back of his head into the railing. Riona wastes no time in showboating instead dragging the grater across his face and chest bringing rivelets of blood to the surface as though we can tell there are anymore wounds on his already blood coated body. Riona holds up the pizza cutter and happily slices up his chest and cheek before digging her nails into the wounds and pulling them apart for added pain and torture. Vincent shoves Riona off, holding at his cheek that is pouring blood down his face. Riona rolls over to the apron and digs under the ring… coming out with rubbing alcohol and salt!

BUBBA J: That… is fixing to fucking hurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Like rubbing salt in a wound.

Riona opens the box, dumping salt all over Black’s body, the white salt turning red instantly as it makes contact with Black’s body. Riona then opens up the alcohol, pouring it into Vincent’s wounds as well. Black grunts from the pain, but it does something to focus him. Black kicks right out connecting with Riona’s womanhood, causing her to swear in pain. Black slams a fist up into her down turned face before shoving up and whipping her into the post. Black takes the grater, dragging it down her face and exposed cleavage for good measure. Black grabs the salt, throwing it into her face as well as pouring the alcohol into her eyes effectively blinding her; at least temporarily anyways. Riona swings out wildly hoping to connect with Vincent, but he easily side steps her. Black trips her up but spins her around nailing her with The New Hope!

BUBBA J: This one is over!

MIKEY MASSACRE: May be!

One…

Two…

Finale lands on top of the pin with the stop sign onto Black’s skull. Black rolls out, still running on adrenalline and slams a fist into Finale’s face busting his nose and or possibly breaking it. Finale holds at his nose in pain, but lets go when Black comes charging at him. Finale ducks out of the way, but Vincent is agile enough to change course and slam an elbow into Finale’s face. Finale goes down, but Black picks him right back up.

New Hope!

Countered!

Finale pounds a fist down into Black’s face, but it has little to no effect, but the box cutter does as Finale opens Black up at what appears to be temple to temple! Black drops the hold, but Finale brings him down to the mat with a facebuster! Finale rolls over to the ring, pulling out something he sees shining from under the cloth. Finale has a long strand of barbed wire and spins around smiling as he spots Black there still not moving.

BUBBA J: Black, as tough as he is, may be in for a world of hurt here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d say you can bank on it.

Finale wraps the strand around Black’s throat before wrapping one end around his own wrist and locking Black in the liontamer portion of his Drawn and Quartered.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He calls that part of his Drawn and Quartered.

BUBBA J: Yeah, Vincent a bit too big for Finale to powerbomb there, may have saved him some damage.

Vincent crawls for under the apron, pulling out a ring wrench after about five minutes of being in the hold; or waht probably feels like five minutes anyways. Vincent swings backwards nailing Finale in the head just enough to break the hold. Vincent is coughing up even more blood and struggles up to his feet. Vincent turns around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Berserker from Finale!

Finale grabs Vincent’s head and mimicks Black giving him a very sensual blowjob.

BUBBA J: Come on, this is bullshit!

Finale slaps the spit right out of Vincent’s mouth as he turns around to confront Riona again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is just the person and type of wrestler that Finale is.

BUBBA J: Vincent is going to make him pay for that one thoh, I’ve got a feeling.

Riona flies through with a bw covered knee pad right into Finale’s face spinning him around and she catches him on the way down with a bulldog onto the floor!

BUBBA J: Now, that was impressive.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It seems that Riona does want this belt, proving that she will fight through any kind of adversity to win it.

Riona pulls Finale back up, nailing him in the face with a stiff five knuckles once, twice, three, four, and a fifth time splitting his cheek open with the force of the blows. Riona slams a knee into his face for good measure before pulling him up and tripping him so that his throat lands across the railing. Riona leaps up to the top turnbuckle, with Finale leaning across the railing and she leaps.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think she ripped off his head!

BUBBA J: Mikey, I fucking told you about that shit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Couldn’t resist.

Finale is gagging as we see Lucious Starr pick Black up rolling him into the ring as the second referee gets into position near Riona and Finale.

One…

Two…

Finale gets a shoulder up, barely, but he still fights through to get a shoulder up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Got to admire the guts of that kid.

BUBBA J: No I don’t.

Lucious places a table up in the ring with broken glass covering its surface; he digs around in the plunder tossing up a few tacks for good measure and a couple strands of barbed wire as Vincent is still trying to get his breath.

BUBBA J: Lucille better kick Vincent while he’s down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I agree, he isn’t one to take lightly as Lucious thinks.

Lucious slides the table concoction over to the corner before pulling Black up and shoving him back first into the corner. Lucious with a right hand rocks Black’s head back on his neck and Starr gets Black ready for The Grim Reaper!

BUBBA J: He’ll never get Black up, won’t happen.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Only time will tell, a person can do amazing things with something to fight for.

On the outside Riona lifts Finale up to his feet, but he slams a beer bottle into her groin; willing to do whatever it takes to finish this match with a win. Finale shatters the beer bottle right into Riona’s face sending glass flying and her holding at her face. Finale shatters six beer bottles from a fan who was definitely into Japanese beer while watching this match or this night of Honor Bound. Riona is picking glass out of her face when…

BUBBA J: Vincent with a back drop sends Lucious through the table of doom!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale with his Maximum Powerbomb!

Finale and Black both make the cover.

One… One…

Two… Two…

Three. Three

DING DING DING

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale with the win!

BUBBA J: Hell no you bearded bitch it was Vincent!

No one is sure, but what is sure is that none of the people are moving here in this match, all knowing that it is over one way or another. The referees rush over to the televisions in front of Bubba J and Mikey peering at them closely watching both pins before conferring. They nod in agreement before walking over to Jenny, covering their mouths, they tell her their decision.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEWWWW AOWF King Of Extreme Champion…. Finale!

The scene fades into the Rebel Pro logo with Finale holding his AOWF King Of Extreme Title high in the air.