November 30, 2004
Frontier Fieldhouse
Chicago Ridge, Illinois
Report By: Roy Walters

[This crowd here is hyped up tonight, when something hypes them even more. It's Crystal Planet by Joe Santriani, and you know what that means! John Iley is on his way. The first PWG Heavyweight Champion himself walks out, dressed in his wrestling attire with the PWG Title around his waist. The crowd is almost blowing the roof off this place as John, smiling broadly walks to the ring, slapping hands and pointing to people in the crowd. He get to the ring and climbs up onto the apron, then pulls back on the top rope and hops over into the ring. He goes to a corner and climbs up on the second turnbuckle, removes the title from around his waist and raises it up over his head for the crowd to the see. The crowd roars their approval and a few camera flashes go off. John does the same at all four corner then requests a mic and stands in the middle of the ring. He waits for the music (which can barely be heard anyway) and the fans to quieten down before he begins.]

John: "Whey, what a welcome!"

[The crowd cheers]

John: "I wanted to come out here because theres a couple of things I want to say and I think it's best I come out here and say them. Last month at Rise of a Champion, the moment the ref's hand slapped the mat for the third time... [He shakes his head] I just can't explain how I felt. The emotion that went through me was intense. I was exhausted in that match, but the moment I was awarded this very belt [He pats the PWG Title over his shoulder] I suddenly had a rush of energy, I felt alive again and I can't believe I'm standing here now, as the champion of PWG."

[The crowd cheers again and even applaude him]

John: "But now down to business for me and I want to start by saying I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving last week! [Cheering and whistling from the crowd seem to say "Yes"] And even though I'm from England and we don't celebrate Thanksgiving, I'm actually thankful for a few things, which I'd like to share with all of you! First off, I'm thankful, for a young lady backstage called Leigh Dominguez! [A few wolf whistles can be heard from the crowd as John smiles] I'm thankful for being the PWG Champion! [Yet more cheers] And most importantly, I'm thankful for the support you fans give me at each show! [The crowd roars its approval and start an "Iley, Iley" chant to which John starts to laugh and waves the crowd down] A'reet calm doon yee's lot, or I'll really lay on the geordie accent and you won't understand a single word!

But there is something else I'm thankful for, and thats the three men I faced last month on my way to winning this title. Bobby Skylark, Jon Collins and Josh Frampton. Now I wish Bobby a quick and good recovery, I'd love to give him a rematch somewhere down the line! [Crowd pops and John's face becomes serious as well as his voice] Collins? Well, let's say there was no love lost between us in that match, but I proved to him that I'm no longer the 'rookie' I used to be! And as for Frampton? Well, where do I begin?

He claims, I rode Collins' coat tails and never did anything on my own. Well let me ask you this Josh? Didn't you boast the fact that you were a student of Jon Collins? And wanted to bring him here to PWG to get at Masters? It seems to me that if anyone is riding Jon's coat tails, it's you! I came here, because it reminded me of home. Wrestling in front of crowds even smaller than this. To me, the PWG is what wrestling is all about. I've never had the need or the desire to bring in my teachers to wherever I'm wrestling, I've never had to prove myself to my teachers in that respect. I've worked long and hard to get here, and I've been in this business long enough Josh to know what I'm talking about! I know what respect is all about. Being the 'military child' that you are, you too should know what respect is. But instead, you act like a spoilt kid and whine that you were beaten by a man your teacher no longer has respect for!

What if it were Collins who won the final eh Josh? What if your teacher had beaten you? You would have been all nice and polite saying "Oh well, my teacher beat me, it just proves I have more to learn". Well that's just absolute twaddle to me Josh! Live it with kidda, I won, you lost, end of chapter! Because tonight, this is a new page in the book of PWG. You've got a chance to face me fresh, I'm primied and ready for you Josh. No other matches, just a plain and simple one on one match. Leave your attitude behind the curtain, just bring yourself and your respect with you, and if you lose, don't go crying to Collins, suck it up and live with it. These fans have come here to see wrestling, and you and I are two of the best this fed has to offer, the PWG is all about wrestling tradition, something very close to my heart and it better be with you too bonnie lad. Because if I lose this belt tonight, I won't be doing so without a fight and if I'm sucessful against you again, I think I'll have proven my worthy and you better learn to respect that before you go whinging on saying that you deserve better! I'll see you later tonight!"

[Crystal Planet blasts out as Iley throws the mic down and gives a four corner salute to the crowd who are cheering him. Iley's got himself pumped up for the match and after he salutes the crowd he leaves and returns backstage, slapping the hands of the fans. Cut to a shot of Ron Martin and Vincent Coltrane standing in front of a PWG banner.]

RM: The biggest night of that man's life is straight ahead, Vincent! He's already won the gold, but now he fights to keep it.

VC: You know, they always say that winning the title is easier than holding the title. John Iley may find that out today, Big Ron.

RM: Joshua Frampton could take it just a month after Iley was crowned the Champion; we'll see later tonight-

VC: C'mon, c'mon! Talk about my boys!

RM: Your boys?

VC: My boy-eees, in Too Hood, baby! They're gonna run over those other teams tonight!

RM: They are a top pick in that match, but lately anything that comes out of Jonathan Collins' school is looking very impressive.

VC: Pisshaw... nonsense.

RM: Folks, let's get this show underway! Brandon Williams and Mark Sherrick were the last two men remaining in last month's afternoon-showcase Battle Royal, and now they face one-on-one!

"Bad Little Doggie" by Gov't Mule starts in and out comes Mark Sherrick. Looking determined as he ever does, Sherrick is hoping to kick off the night very nicely with a check in the "W" column.

VC: You want intensity, baby, just look at this guy!

RM: Mark Sherrick certainly knows what he's doing in that ring, Vincent. Twice he has sent folks home with injuries... this guy leaves everyone in the office on edge everytime he wrestles!

VC: You think he leaves those guys on edge?? Think about his opponents; they know if they get nailed with that Tornado DDT, they're gonna be outta here!

Sherrick is in the ring as "Bring Me Down" by Pillar starts in. Out come Brandon Williams and his manager, Aimee Harper. They pause at the entrance then start down, slapping hands along the way.

RM: Here's a kid with a future, Vincent.

VC: A kid with a future?

RM: Yeah!

VC: How prophetic... that's like saying, "Hey man, here's a tree with some roots." What the Hell does that even mean? Kid with a future??

RM: Alright, fine... a kid with a bright future.

VC: 'Suppose that's better...

RM: Good gravy....

Both men are in the center, as we send it up to Troy Griffin.

This contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, to my left... weighing in this evening at 205 pound and hailing from Hartford, Connecticut: Mark Sherrick! *the crowd boos Sherrick who just eyeballs Williams from across the ring* And his opponent, accompanied by Aimme Harper... he weighs in tonight at 195 pounds and hails from San Diego, California: Brandon Williams! *the crowd cheers loudly for Williams who raises his hands in the air to acknoweldge them*

Aimee leaves the ring and now the two men come into the center to shake hands. The bell now sounds and we're ready for action!

Lock it up in the center and Sherrick quick to snap on a headlock. Williams reaches for an escape, but Sherrick has him locked in pretty tightly. He grinds down on the hold a bit and Williams drops to a knee for a second. He pops back up to his feet and backs into the ropes. He shoves Sherrick off - no, Mark hangs onto the hold!

VC: Technical excellence, baby, he's got it all!

RM: He certainly knows his way around that ring.

Sherrick grinds the hold down again and now quickly spins around into a full nelson. Williams is again looking for an escape, but this hold isn't an easy one to sneak out of. Sherrick pushes down on the neck of Williams with his grip locked tightly.

RM: I remember the days when this move was a finisher, Vincent! If you get those fingers locked-

VC: And he does!

RM: -Yes, and if you get them locked, this move is deadly!

VC: *aghast* You saw people die in the full nelson?

RM: Well.. no.. it's a figure of speech! Watch the match!

Sherrick shakes Williams back and forth while the referee checks in, asking Brandon if he wants to give it up. A definitive "NO" from Williams, who is trying to power out of the hold! He's trying to pull his arms down, attempting to break the grip of Sherrick. Sherrick has the hold locked and he's trying to counteract Williams' attempts... but he's doing it!

RM: That's one way to do it!

The fingers are slipping behind Williams' neck! Sherrick is losing his grip! Williams shoots his hips backwards, driving himself into Sherrick's stomach. The hold is broken!

Williams charges the ropes and comes running back - oh, sleeper hold from Sherrick!

VC: And that's one way to counter that cra-

RM: OH! Back suplex from Williams! Sherrick got dumped high and hard, Vincent.

Williams gets back to his feet, shaking the effects of that full nelson away. He pulls Mark up and connects with a forearm shot to the face. Whip to the far side, but Sherrick reverses it. He puts his head down and Brandon leapfrogs over him, running through to the ropes behind him. He rebounds as Sherrick stands and turns around - flying forearm from Williams! He kips up from the mat as Sherrick rolls to his feet as well. Mark charges at him but gets met with a boot to the stomach for his efforts. Williams backs into the ropes and comes running back.. flipping side neckbreaker on Sherrick!

RM: Nice variation of a Blockbuster-neckbreaker from Williams.

VC: That ain't nothin'!

RM: Only enough for a two count, as Williams pulls Sherrick back up.

Sherrick gets backed into the corner. Williams lifts him up, sitting him on the top rope. An aerial attack coming up? Williams is climbing the ropes now, setting up for something from the top!

RM: They're going into dangerous territory, Vincent!

No! Sherrick nails him in the chest with a forearm. Now once in the stomach. European uppercut and Williams flies off of the second rope!

VC: HAHA! Suck on that, loser!

RM: Sherrick is climbing to the top rope!

VC: What's he thinking?!

RM: Williams is up down there - Sherrick leaps! Cross body block!

VC: Yeah! Wait - no!

RM: Williams rolls it over! Too much momentum! One! Two! NO!! Sherrick gets outta there!

Williams is kicked off with authority and Sherrick is up before his opponent. He pulls Brandon up - oh! Knee strike to the chest!

VC: Now we'll get some fun! Sherrick is P.O.'ed!

Williams tries to reel back in pain but Sherrick grabs him by the hair, pulls him in - overhead belly to belly suplex! Williams gets flipped halfway across the ring as Sherrick gets to his feet once again. He moves over to Williams but this time he grabs his left leg. He places the foot on the bottom rope; steps on the foot, bounces into the air... spins and - WHAM! Elbow drop to the leg! Williams screams in pain but Sherrick gets up quickly... and does it again! Another big elbow to the leg and it's obvious what Sherrick is doing here. A two-pronged method; first, set up for the Hunter Breaker while at the same time taking Williams' high-flying abilities out of the picture.

RM; If this keeps up, snapping on that Hunter Breaker will be a breeze for Sherrick.

VC: He's working on injuring the legs, but come on, man! Dump this fool on his head like Summers!

RM: Oh, come on!

VC: Yeah, come on, Mark!

Sherrick grabs the leg now and drags Williams into the center of the ring. Brandon is sitting up, reaching for his knee - Sherrick kicks him in the chest! He hits the canvas hard and now Mark hits the ropes. He comes back; leaps into the air... kneedrop to Williams' leg! Williams sits up in pain again but Sherrick shoves him back down. He plants his shin on the knee of Williams - oh, God! He's pulling Williams' foot up, just trying to snap that knee!

RM: Well there's nothing technical about this - he's just trying to snap his leg in half!

Williams shoots up in absolute agony and nails Sherrick with a forearm or perhaps an elbow right behind the ear. Sherrick falls forward, crawling over Williams to get out of dodge. He's getting up kind of slow; that shot must have been a brutal one!

RM: He looks a little off... the force Williams must have had behind that shot, who knows how hard Sherrick got hit!

VC: He's fine, he's just toying with him...

RM: Both men up now and here comes Sherrick.

Sherrick gets nailed with a forearm blast! He takes a couple steps back, shaking it off, then comes back with a roundhouse swing! Williams ducks it and Sherrick spins around. Brandon grabs Sherrick's legs from behind. Sherrick eats canvas and now he's getting hooked up for something. Williams has Sherrick's legs around his waists and lifts - wheelbarrow suplex!! Sherrick gets planted on the back of his head and Williams limps back to his feet.

RM: A tremendous show of strength, but he's favoring that leg, Vincent.

VC: Well, duh. Sherrick knows what he's doing in there.

He pulls Sherrick up and shoves him into the ropes. Palm strike to the jaw! Sherrick lets some spit fly from that shot, trying to walk it off. Williams grabs him, though, and whips him to the far side. Williams bounces off of the near ropes and leaps at Sherrick - OH! He went for a cross body block or maybe another forearm, but Sherrick thought quick - he nailed Williams in mid-air with a dropkick!

VC: Yeah, baby! Break him down!

Sherrick gets up quick and moves towards Williams. He pulls him up and he's going for a back suplex? No, he's positioning that left leg... he lifts him up - bam! Drops his leg down once again over his own knee! Williams hits the mat but Sherrick keeps the hold locked - figure four leg lock! He spins it... Williams kicks it off! Sherrick hits the ropes and Williams kips up.

RM: Oh, no! That knee just... he shouldn't have done that, Vincent!

Sherrick comes in and grabs the legs - kneestrike from Williams! Sherrick stumbles back and Williams hits the ropes... no!

VC: Hah! There it is again! He can't even run!

Sherrick comes forward - spinning forearm blast rockets Williams back into the ropes! He comes flying back and Sherrick boots him in the ribs. He bends over to grab that leg again - Hunter Breaker coming up? No! Williams kneestrikes him again! Wait, he hooks the arms... THE INFERNO!! He just planted Sherrick face-first!

RM: Oh, outta nowhere! He nails him and covers-

VC: Ain't no thing, homie!

RM: -One!

VC: He's gonna kick out...

RM: Two!

VC: C'MON, MARK!

RM: Three! It's over! Williams wins it!

VC: Awww, horsesh-

RM: Watch it, pal!

Troy Griffin: *the crowd is erupting with applause as Griffin announces* Here is your winner: Brandon Williams!

RM: The crowd is certainly happy to see Williams take it here tonight, Vincent.

VC: Yeah? Well screw 'em! Buncha nerds...

RM: Oh, relax. It's not like you were in there and lost that match!

VC: No, but my hundred and twenty bucks were!

RM: You're a sad, sad man, Vincent.

Aimee Harper is in there, helping Brandon to his feet while Sherrick gets up on his own. That knee could be injured and Williams knows it; he's walking very gingerly on it. Sherrick is up and eyes Williams, who extends his hand. Sherrick has no choice; he may have lost, but he is a man of at least some honor. He shakes the hand and gets outta the ring, leaving Williams to celebrate.

RM: Normally this would be the part where Williams celebrates his win around the ring, but he's hurt!

VC: Good!

RM: He's being helped back by Aimee and the referee... hopefully this young man is alright.

(Fade in backstage, where we find ourselves watching Lena D. enter the arena through the back entrance. She's dressed in a short black dress with stiletto heels, and looking - rather exsec. for her team's big night. She has a clipboard in hand as she walks down the hallway, heading toward the Too Hood assigned locker room. As she gets there, and enters the locker room, Adrian and Mac are already there, and Adrian stands up quickly.)

Adrian Lauderdale: Where in the fu-

Lena D: *Puts up her finger, cutting him off* Shush. Are you two ready for only the BIGGEST night of your career?

Mac Diaz: *Slowly standing* You know it, baby g. What's up with the Paris Hilton wear?

Lena D: I'm not as sleezy as she is. It's Lena D. wear, learn it. *She glanced at Adrian* Are you ready? You need to help lead this team.

Adrian Lauderdale: First and foremost, I wanna know what crawled up your ass, girl.

Mac Diaz: *Mocks a gasp* You mean it wasn't you?!

Lena D: Shut up, Mac... *Looks at Adrian* I'm just trying to get you to do something you're clearly not. And that's FOCUSING. *She tapped her clipboard* You guys are the team with hands DOWN, the best record. What are you thinking about right now? Before you speak there is a right and a wrong answer...

Adrian Lauderdale: *Smirking* That short black dress...

Lena D: THAT does it... *She turns toward the door* I'm going to tell Corey Collins to take you losers off the card...

(She turned, and it looked like she was seriously contemplating walking off to talk to the owner of PWG, Corey Collins! But Adrian stepped in front of the door, looking incredibly confused.)

Adrian Lauderdale: Damn baby, calm your puppet strings a tad won'tcha? We're both thinking about this match. We want those titles.

Lena D: HOW bad?

Mac Diaz: Bad, D... believe me.

Adrian Lauderdale: We've worked our asses off, and it ain't gonna be for nothin'. We're the most consistantly winning combo in the fed's history! We're going to win those titles, and bring noteriaty and respect to the tag team division...

Lena D: It's about time you start thinking with the head on your shoulders...

Adrian Lauderdale: We're gonna win those titles tonight, it doesn't matter what has to be done, but we're gonna...

Mac Diaz: And check it, you can carry them if you want, because you're shippin' our asses in shape.

Lena D: *Slowly smiles* I like the sound of Lena D. and gold...

(Adrian looked at Mac with a "What?" look, as he just gave Adrian a 'chill' look. Lena slowly sat down on the sofa in the locker room, as things seemed to verbally calm down in the Too Hood locker room.)

RM: Too Hood certianly seem ready for action tonight, Vincent.

VC: You just keep hitting us with the obvious, don't you? "Kid's got a future," "He knows his way around the ring," "They're ready for action..."

RM: Okay, okay! Enough!

VC: You need your pills, man. You're losing it...

"Superstar II" by Saliva kicks in and "The Prodigy" makes his entrance to a chorus of boos and jeers from this crowd. They could do without seeing Alex Hudson and "Priness" Candace Ford! The cocky duo make their way to the ring... but tonight, they seem a bit more serious.

RM: If only this kid went under an attitude adjustment, he's be a star!

VC: Would be? He already is! Watch him tear this chump Collins apart!

RM: Vincent, I don't think that's going to happen. Collins has a wealth of knowledge and experience, this one is going to be a classic!

VC: Everything's a classic to you, man. I guess it gets like that when you survive through a couple centuries of wrestling...

Enough of that... back in the ring, Hudson is enjoying the response from the crowd - a negative response. Just then, "So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin starts in. Jonathan Collins emerges from the back with Hilary Bennett by his side, and this crowd explodes! Collins pauses a second, looking across the crowd with... well, let's just say it - with Alex Hudson's cocky grin! He starts to make his way to the ring, slapping hands along the way.

VC: He should be slapping their faces, not their hands for the way they welcomed Alex Hudson!

RM: Oh, give it a rest! He's a cocky, arrogant little punk and Jonathan Collins is going to show him exactly what discipline is!

VC: I'd like to see him try it...

This looks like a serious role reversal; Collins playing the role of the cocky and brash and Hudson playing the role of the deadly serious. Either way, these two come into the center and shake - we're under way!

They lock it up in the center and Collins with a quick go-behind... then slaps Hudson on the back of the head! Collins backs up with a skip in his step, grinning at Hudson who turns around infuriated.

RM: What's gotten into Collins tonight??

Hudson shakes it off and calls Collins on, who obliges. They lock it up again... back-legsweep from Collins and Hudson lands on his back - Collins steps on Hudson's chest and walks right over him! He turns around, again with a cocky grin on his face, eyeing Hudson.

VC: Hey, he better quit that! Hudson will only take so much!

Alex gets up again and he's not very happy. Hudson pounds the mat and calls Collins on. He comes in to lock up - OH! Hudson just nailed him in the face with a forearm! Another! A third - grabs the arm... crossface!!

RM: You said it, Vincent; Hudson has Collins locked in tight!

VC: Break him apart!

RM: Collins gets the ropes - Hudson won't release!

VC: He's using his five count! He knows what he's doing, and he's sending a warning to that jerk!

He lays a boot in on the back of Collins before lifting him back up. European uppercut and Collins falls against the ropes. Whip to the ropes from Hudson; Collins comes back and feels a drop-toehold from Hudson, who rolls over and into an STF submission!

RM: Hudson is quick so far, wrestling a smart mat-game against Collins.

VC: It won't be long if he keeps this up, baby... he's "The Prodigy!"

He's having a harder time reaching the ropes this time, but he's slowly inching his way over. Hudson knows he's going to have to break it soon, so he's putting on as much pressure as possible! Collins is crawling over... there it is, he's got the ropes!

RM: Like it or not, Hudson is smart. He's utilizing all five extra seconds you get in those ropes.

VC: He's a genius, Ronny!

RM:Smart, yes... genius may be pushing it.

Hudson pulls him up again and twists him into an armbar. High-wristlock from Hudson, now he steps on the back of Collins' knee to gain more leverage. He puts the pressure on and Collins reaches out, trying to get to the ropes. Hudson has his foot planted on the back of Collins' knee, though, making it hard for him to move.

VC: How can you say he's not a genius?? Look at that move, Ron - it's brilliant!

RM: Well, he certainly is showing a great deal of skill here against Collins.

Collins reaches up and grabs Hudson by the head - Hudson shakes his head and Collins loses his grip. Collins tries to move towards the ropes again, but still, that foot on the back of the leg is immobilizing. Collins plants his free foot on the mat, trying to stand back up. He's using it to stand up completely!

RM: Will he have a counter for this?? He could be in trouble!

That second leg is coming off of the mat, Hudson's foot still on the back of the leg. Collins straightens it out, planting his second food on the mat. Backflip! Collins backflips and now he turns the armbar back onto Hudson! Into a hammerlock - half nelson... suplex!!

RM: Oh, man! Blink and you'd miss it, a hammerlock/half nelson suplex!

VC: He coulda hurt him, man! That's not cool!

RM: Oh, give it up!

Collins gets back to his feet, shaking out that left arm - the focus of two submission holds thus far from Hudson. He pulls Alex up and nails him with a forearm shiver to the face. Another one and now Jon runs to the ropes - Hudson with a hair-pull!

RM: Now look, what's that about? We were having a good, clean match and Hudson just mucks it up with a hair-pull!

VC: Suck it up, old man.

The referee is quick to get in Hudson's face but he brushes him away. Hudson moves to Collins, reaching down to pick him up - palm strike from Collins on the mat! Hudson stumbles back... Collins kips up and Hudson comes toward him - PELE!

RM: Oh, tremendous backflip-kick from Collins! Outstanding!

Hudson collapses to the mat and Collins is up, charging the ropes. He leaps to the top and looks down at Hudson... Anaheim Jam! A big, top-rope legdrop from Collins crushes Hudson! He neglects a cover, electing to take it to Hudson some more.

VC: M-I-S-take, Ronny. You don't let a guy like Hudson recover!

RM: I think you could be right on this one.

He yanks him up and nails him with the top of his forearm right along the side of the head. Hudson stumbles off, clutching at his skull. Collins is right behind him, though, and whips him into the far corner. Hudson hits hard and stumbles out. Collins charges - charging hurricanrana??

VC: There ya go!

RM: No, Collins landed on the second rope!

Hudson stand back up - Collins jumps backwards... hurricanrana!! Amazing! This crowd explodes with applause as Collins pops back to his feet, spreading his arms out and soaking in the admiration.

VC: Look at this cocky jerk!

RM: You'd be cocky, and rightfully so, if you just nailed that move!

VC: But look at the big goof - not even covering!

He turns back to Hudson, pulling him up once again. Kick to the stomach, then a forearm shot. Collins backs into the ropes and comes back - discuss clothesline! NO! Hudson grabs the arm again, he's trying for a second crossface!

RM: There it is, that crossface again!

Collins grabs his wrist with his other hand, pulling away from Hudson, who remains persistent. Hudson with a back-kick to Collins' knee! Collins clutches at it - crossface!

VC: GIVE UP!

RM: No, Collins is at the ropes in a heartbeat this time.

Hudson lets go quicker and pulls Collins up. Whip to the far side but Hudson is right behind... knee to the stomach in the ropes. Collins doubles over in agony and Hudson grabs him - running bulldog! Collins eats the canvas and Hudson rolls him onto his back. He charges at the ropes - SUPER STARDOM!! Asai Moonsault - no, Collins is up and rolls towards the ropes! Hudson lands on his feet and Collins leaps onto the second rope... BULLET TIME!! He leaps back with an Asai DDT and catches Hudson - WHAM! And lands it inverted-style!

RM: Tremendous serious - NOW he covers!

VC: Kickout, baby!

RM: Only a two count; Hudson just gets out!

Collins pounds the mat, then lifts Hudson back to his feet. Short European uppercut, and then Hudson returns with an eye gouge. The ref is in his face again, but Hudson reaches for Collins. Whip to the far side and Collins returns... ducks under a clothesline. He charges through to the ropes and Hudson spins around. Collins leaps at him - flying hurricanrana!! And Hudson gets spun right out to the arena floor!

RM: Hudson hits the arena floor... and Collins isn't through with him yet!

VC: He's gonna kill himself, man!

He's getting up to his feet and Collins hits the ropes... charges at Hudson - SOMERSAULT PLAAAAAANCHA!! Collins decimates Hudson!

VC: Sweet Jesus! It looks like these two just got hit by a car!

RM: A tangled couple of bodies, these two are out!

Both men are on the floor, clutching various body parts and are also being encouraged by their female counterparts. Collins is up first and grabs Hudson by the hair, pulling him to his feet... whip into the steel railing! Hudson hits hard back-first and Collins charges in - OHH!! Hudson picks him up and nails a Hot Shot on the railing!

RM: Oh, that could cause some problems...

Collins clutches at his chest and throat while Hudson sits on the floor, trying to get himself back in this one. He shakes the effects of that hurricanrana and plancha off, then moves towards Collins. He spins him around - forearm to the face. Collins returns the favor! Now two rapid-fire shots from Hudson. Collins returns that as well! Hudson grabs Collins arm and whips him towards the railing... reversal! Hudson stops himself short and Collins charges at him - HIPTOSS!!

VC: He dumps the jerk in the crowd! Step on his face, people! STEP ON HIS FACE!

RM: Will you stop?!

Collins hits the floor and Hudson leaps over the railing. Collins struggles to get to his feet - forearm blast from Hudson! Collins retaliates again! Hudson! *DING DING DING* Wait.. what?!

RM: They're still brawling! The bell rang... what? A double countout??

VC: Oh, garbage! Hudson had it!

RM: No one had it - oh! Collins gets whipped into a row of chairs!

VC: Yeah, who has it now??

RM: OOF! Hudson gets it, that's who - tackled by Collins!

These two are going nuts! They're on the ground, trading shots in the crowd! They're oblivious to the end of the match! Agents and Referees are down there pulling them apart... these two are insane!

(The scene opens up with The Vipers and a couple of chairs in front of a wall.)

Payne: Welcome to the very first edition of The Viper's Pit. Every month we bring you a new guest and hopefully an exciting interview. Tonight's guest is the one and only...Lena D: valet, escort, tramp, whatever you want to call her, of Too Hood.

(Bane goes behind the wall and comes back with a blow up doll. The doll is wearing a piece of lingerie.)

Payne: How ya doing tonight? Looks like you're wearing a little more than usual, huh?

(Payne puts the microphone up to the doll's mouth.)

Payne: Don't wanna talk, huh? Ok, how will you feel when your team loses the scramble relay match to us?

(Payne puts the microphone up to the doll's mouth,again.)

Payne: Still not talking. Well, your team of.....Hold on here?

(Payne grabs something out of it's mouth.)

Payne: What's this? A little bread, meat, and special sauce?

Bane: It looks like she had a "little" Mac in her mouth all along.

Payne: At least now I know why, for once Lena, you actually shut your mouth during an interview. As I was saying, your team of "Pain'n" Diaz & Lauderdale will go down tonight. Thank you for coming, but you've worn out your welcome. Oh, by the way, it looks like you had a little too much on turkey day, chubby.

(Bane throws the doll to the side.)

Bane: Tonight, we are leaving with tag team gold. Sainthood, Rebellious Youth, I don't know why you're here. You guys have never won a match, yet your first win could win you the tag team titles.

Payne: Iconoclasm, you and your teacher have something in common. You choke when your opportunity arrives for gold.

Bane: Too Hood, if either one of us wins tonight, that will just escalate our feud. Tonight we will be at our best. We will fulfill our destiny and become the first ever PWG tag team champions. You have not seen our full potential yet.

Payne: Thank you for joining us tonight on The Viper's Pit. Next month, our guest may include a tag team rival, along with our tag team titles.

(Scene fades to black.)

RM: Those two men were a little off for my taste, Vincent.

VC: Everything's probably off for your taste by now... haven't your taste buds dried up already?

RM: Tastebuds dried... you're ridiculous!

VC: And you're old. Deal with it.

Troy Griffin: The following contest is a Scramble Relay Elimination for the Pro Wrestling Glory Tag Team Titles! *the crowd pops big for that one* The rules are as follows: two men start in the ring. These two teams must wrestle for five minutes; at the end of the five minute period, a member of a new team will enter the ring. He must eliminate one competitor by throwing him over the top rope and onto the arena floor. Each team drew straws numbers earlier in the evening to determine their entry into the match.

Introducing first - *"Breaking All The Rules" by Peter Frampton starts in and out come Rebellious Youth to a lukewarm response* - weighing in at a combined weight of 517 pounds: Harry and Jeff Kewell, Rebellious Youth!

RM: Hopefully, these two guys can show us something special tonight.

VC: I doubt it.

RM: You would...

Troy Griffin: Team number two... *"Bathory's Sainthood" by Boysetsfire begins as The Sainthood come to the ring* Weighing in at a combined weight of 600 pounds... accompanied to the ring by Drena Fury: Julian Cross and Kade, The Sainthood!

RM: These are two other guys getting lost in the shuffle.

VC: Maybe they'll pick it up and destroy those Kewell brats tonight.

RM: Who knows, Vincent; however, they need to step it up soon here in PWG if they want to survive with the next three teams.

Troy Griffin: Team number three... *"Now Or Never" by Dope starts in as Iconoclasm appear to a nice response* Weighing in at a combined weight of 395 pounds: Jason McNeill and "The Bitter Star" Chris Jameson, Iconoclasm!

RM: Now these two, trained by Jonathan Collins, they've got everything to gain tonight!

VC: That group of kids trained by Collins could all walk out with gold tonight!

RM: Good point, Vincent! Will it happen? Only time will tell.

Troy Griffin: Team number four... *"Soldier" by Eminem kicks in as the Vipers appear to a negative response* Weighing in at a combined weight of 528 pounds: Justin Payne and Bane, The Vipers!

RM: These two guys are on the cusp, Vincent. They're so close to being one of the great teams here, they just need to reach up and grab their chance.

VC: Hey, no better time than the present.

RM: Absolutely right.

Troy Griffin: And team number five... *"Gasoline Dreams" by Outkast starts in and the crowd erupts in boos* Weighing in at a combined weight of 473 pounds and accompanied to the ring by Lena D.: "The Original Gangster" Adrian Lauderdale and Mac Diaz, Too Hood!

RM: The odds on favorite?

VC: They're my pick!

RM: I'm sticking with Iconoclasm.

VC: Of course you are...

The five teams are in the ring now, getting a rebriefing session on the rules. They break off into separate sections of the ring and now... well, let's find out who we'll be starting off with!

RM: Iconoclasm and The Sainthood starting it off here, Vincent.

VC: Like it matters. We all know Too Hood is walking out fifteen pounds heavier tonight.

RM: According to The Vipers, Lena D will anyway...

VC: That's not funny, man... that's not funny.

A rather uneven pairing here, as Cross has a clear advantage with height and weight. Jameson doesn't seem to care, though. A shake of the hands, and here we go! They circle around the center and lock it up... Cross immediately shoves Jameson to the mat! He rolls through and charges right back - another lockup, but Cross shoves him down again. Jameson rolls through and charges again - oh! Dropkick to the knee!

RM: Jameson using his ring-smarts to take down the bigger foe already.

VC: Man, that's gotta hurt...

RM: If you want, I can have him come up here and demonstrate on you after the match?

VC: Yeah... yeah, no thanks.

Cross hits stomach-first and now Jameson hits the ropes. Blind tag from his partner, Jason McNeill. Jameson lands a leaping legdrop to the neck of Cross. McNeill springs up to the top rope! Jameson rolls away - 450 splash from McNeill!

RM: These kids aren't wasting any time, Vincent!

VC: Certainly not... regardless of my personal feelings, that was pretty sweet.

He's pulling Cross to his feet but having some trouble due to the size difference. Cross is at a knee and McNeill runs to the ropes. He charges back - shining wizard!

RM: MAN! A knee right into the kisser; Cross has to be out cold!

Cross flies onto his back and McNeill charges into the corner... he springs to the top rope right from the mat! Moonsault to Cross! He lands hard on Cross and covers! One! Two! Three?! They're outta here!

VC: WHOA!

RM: Iconoclasm came to fight! They've eliminated the first team in just minutes!

VC: Just, uh, just wait! Too Hood won't have any of that crap from these two punks!

Troy Griffin: The Sainthood have been eliminated!

Wait - Jeff Kewell just came in and tossed McNeill over the top rope! He hits the floor hard and now he leaps to the second rope... he's jawing down at McNeill on the floor. He better look out, though... Bane comes in and charges - big boot to Harry, sends him flying to the arena floor!

RM: These teams are taking quick advantage of these Scramble Relay rules, busting in at the first chance!

VC: That idiot Jeff better look out - Bane's got him goozled!

He looks around the arena and lifts him - WHAM!! The Bane of Humanity, from the second rope! Bane slams his hand onto the chest of Kewell for a cover - one... two... three! Rebellious Youth are gone!

VC: What the crap?!

RM: Rebelious Youth, The Sainthood... unbelievable, already out!

VC: This isn't going to take long, Ron... these teams all came with one thing in mind, and that's complete destruction!

RM: Who's going to be next??

Troy Griffin: Rebellious Youth have been eliminated!

Bane is up and waiting for an opponent... and here comes the cocky Mac Diaz! He pauses to whisper something to Lena D at ringside who, for whatever reason, is taking notes on a clipboard.

RM: Like him or not, this guy has all of the confidence in the world... look at him, ready to square off with Bane!

OH! He just shoved Bane! Bane barely moves but he grabs Diaz by the head... throws him into the corner! He charges in - Diaz slips out between the ropes and Bane hits the corner chest-first. Diaz jumps onto the second rope from the outside and leaps toward Bane - somersault neckbreaker!

VC: That's it, Mac! Take that big freak down!

RM: He very well is, Vincent.

Diaz is quickly up as Bane clutches his neck. He runs to the ropes and comes charging back - hiiiiiiiigh leaping knee drop! Bane catches a knee to the face and now Diaz is up again. He sits Bane up and stomps him on the shoulder. Another one and now Bane turns away, grabbing at the ropes to help him to his feet. Diaz charges the far ropes again, but now Bane gets up! He runs at the rebounding Diaz - Mac slides underneath his legs and pops to his feet. He shoves Bane from behind and he stumbles forward. Diaz turns and runs to the ropes... leap to the second rope - twisting cross body block! He hits Bane in the back, and he flies into the ropes!

RM: It might not be pretty, but it's pretty effective!

VC: It's not about how it looks, it's about getting the job done, and Bane is sprawled on those ropes.

Diaz gets up and runs towards Bane - 619, and he catches him right in the stomach!

RM: A unique variation, Diaz is quick to follow up.

Bane flies backwards and now Diaz reenters the ring. He leaps up to the second rope and pauses, waiting for his opportunity. He leaps at Bane... he gets caught! Bane has Diaz caught in a bear hug, and this could spell trouble for Too Hood!

VC: Well this is no good...

RM: Not for Too Hood, but very good for The Vipers.

Bane is tossing Diaz around like a rag doll here... serious trouble for arguably the cockiest duo in PWG! Diaz is trying to find a way out of it... wait - he bit him!

VC: *surprised laughter* Fantastic! He just bit his face!

RM: Diaz has a case of Tysonitis here - that's just sick!

Not even the forehead or the nose, he just bit his cheek! Bane drops him down to his feet and clutches at his face. Forearm blast to the damaged cheek! Another one! A third and now Diaz shoves Bane again! Bane swings wildly and Diaz ducks it. Bane swings around... standing dropkick from Diaz! Bane hits the ropes and Diaz gets back up. He charges at Bane in the ropes - enziguiri kick! Bane hits the canvas! Diaz charges into the ropes now - BZZZZZZZZZZZ!

RM: Uh oh... there's the buzzer!

VC: Who's it...

RM: Chris Jameson hammers Diaz with a forearm!

VC: He throws him out!

RM: Jameson and Bane are the legal two now, and Jameson looks primed!

Bane is getting up as Jameson advances towards him. He connects with an elbow to the top of the head, keeping the big man slow. Forearm blast to the side of the head now, wobbling Bane on his knees. Bane continues to fight through it, though, getting up to his feet. Jameson chops him across the chest! Another! Three - but those chops just seem to anger Bane!

RM: I'm thinking he shouldn't have done that...

He grabs Jameson by the face... headbutt! He shoves Jameson into The Vipers' corner, then tags in his partner, Justin Payne.

RM: Payne in for the first time tonight.

Payne enters and grabs Jameson, connecting with a kneelift to the face. Jameson stumbles away, bringing a hand up to his face. Payne advances, though, turning him around with a hair pull. Admonishment from the ref, but Payne brushes it off. He whips Jameson to the ropes and charges at him. Jameson pops off - clothesline almost immediately after coming off of the ropes! Elbow drop from Payne, and now Jameson sits up, clutching his chest.

RM: Now it's Payne with the quick moves, stealing pages from the book of Iconoclasm.

VC: What does that word even mean? "Iclono... Iconol..." I can't even say the damn thing!

RM: Whatever it means, Vincent, is irrelevant right now; what Jameson needs to know is that he's in trouble right now.

Payne moves to his feet behind Jameson... drives a knee into the base of his neck! Jameson immediately rolls to the corner and Jason McNeill tags in. He leaps over the top rope and Payne charges - McNeill dodges and Payne hits the ropes. He spins around but gets met with a forearm from McNeill. Another one, and now he's whipped to the far side.

RM: Payne coming on the rebound...

Flying leg lariat to his opponent! McNeill pops to his feet almost immediately after landing on the canvas, then pulls Payne up once again. He shoves Payne backwards and he hits the ropes. Payne bounces off and McNeill spins - rolling elbow!

VC: Holy crap!

RM: That could be a KO shot!

He drops like a sack of bricks and McNeill covers - one! Two! No, there's Bane to break it up. He kicks McNeill from the apron, then gets a word or two from the referee.

RM: Not the cleanest of tactics, but effective in this tag-team warfare.

McNeill is up, pulling Payne with him once again. He backs him into the corner then nails a stiff European uppercut, leaving Payne with nowhere to go but spine-first into the turnbuckles. McNeill whips him to the far corner and Payne hits hard! McNeill charges towards Payne - running tiger wall flip! BZZZZZZZZZ!

VC: Buzzer time - in comes Adrian!

RM: He's completely fresh, and that could mean a world of trouble for either man!

Lauderdale jumps into the ring... McNeill lands on his feet - WHAM!! Lauderdale takes him down with a VICIOUS double-forearm shot to the face! McNeill lands on the back of his neck and flips over to his stomach, where Lauderdale is unleashing with boot after boot to the back! Payne is getting up in the ropes... Lauderdale spins around and charges - clotheslines him over the top rope!

VC: Yeah, beat the punk down!

RM: We get Lauderdale and McNeill now, one on one!

He rips McNeill to his feet and nails a hard forearm. Another one, and a third - blink and you'd miss it! Lauderdale takes McNeill by the head and spins around - OHH! Shoulder-first into the corner! Adrian quickly grabs him from behind and yanks him out of the corner... release German suplex! Lauderdale is a machine, connecting with these hard-hitting moves in speedy fashion! He's immediately up and charges the corner - he nails Jameson in the face with a forearm! Jameson jumps in - the ref holds him back!

RM: Jameson is really hurting his partner more than helping him-

VC: Especially because Too Hood is setting up a double team move!

Lauderdale lifts McNeill up... powerbomb?? No, he hangs him over his shoulder - Mac leaps to the top rope! LEGDROP!! Into a Dominator!

RM: OHH! That's gotta be it!

Diaz exits and Lauderdale covers; only a two count. Lauderdale pulls McNeill up, again moving quickly and harshly. Tag to Diaz who jumps in over the top. Double Irish whip to the far side. McNeill comes back and Too Hood is waiting - flapjack! Wait... they both grab McNeill and pull him up - double backdrop suplex!

RM: Working very well as a team, here, definitely with those belts in their sights.

VC: Well, duh. I already told you they're gonna win.

Lauderdale slides out of the ring as Diaz nails a stomp into the chest of Jason. He sits him up and runs to the ropes. He charges back - dropkick to the face! He snaps back, hitting the back of his head on the canvas hard. Diaz goes for a cover but here comes Jameson - he breaks it up before a one count is even laid down!

RM: And just as speedy as Too Hood were, Jameson bolts in to break up the count.

He nails Diaz with a boot to the back of the head, but the referee gets up quickly to push him out of the ring.

Diaz pulls McNeill up and holds him in front of Adrian - WHAM! Open-hand slap to the face! Uh oh - look at the eyes of McNeill! That woke something inside!

RM: I'm not so sure they wanna play this game with McNeill!

He breaks the armlock from Diaz and reaches up... stunner coming?? He leaps into the air... headscissors locked on Adrian! McNeill pauses in mid-air... then the bottom drops out! OHH! He nails a stunner on Diaz, and chokes Adrian on the top rope at the same time!

RM: Look at that innovation, Vincent!

VC: Look at that illegality! TWO shots to the throat at one time - that's awful!

Diaz is down in the ring as well, clutching at his throat. McNeill is making his way towards his corner - BZZZZZZZZZZ!

Bane comes in! OHH! Vicious clothesline completely flips McNeill around, landing him on his stomach! He drags him to his feet and... hiptoss to the arena floor!

RM: Bane tosses McNeill out, and now he's left with Diaz.

VC: Again, taking full advantage of a big move; these guys all know what they're doing tonight.

Bane is in this one once again and now he pulls Diaz to his feet. Knee to the ribs and now a whip to the far side. Diaz comes back - cross body block! No! OHH!! Bane swings it into a Black Hole Slam over the knee! OH! He grabs Diaz around the throat! He's standing up and pulling Mac with him!

RM: He's gonna finish him off with that chokeslam already!

VC: He's up!

RM: Bane of Humma-

Adrian out of nowhere just clipped Bane! The monster falls to his knees and Diaz is free from the clutch. Adrian rolls out as Diaz charges the ropes. He comes running back... OHH! Double-flying knees to the face of Bane! He flies onto the canvas and now Mac scrambles to his feet. A quick cover attempt from Diaz, but Bane kicks him out with authority.

RM: I think that knee only temporarily stunned Bane... he looks just plain angry now!

Diaz is up to his feet and is struggling to pull Bane up. Adrian is up on the apron and asks for the tag; Mac obliges. Adrian steps in now and both men lift Bane to his feet. Double boot to the ribs and now they whip him to the far corner. He hits hard and they charge in - Bane runs out for a double clothesline - they duck it! Diaz slides out of the ring but Adrian shoves Bane! He stumbles forward then spins around and charges at Adrian! Adrian holds his ground - Bane closes in... OHHH!! Adrian just powerslammed him into the corner!

VC: WHOA!!

RM: He just powerslammed that man!?

VC: What a show of strength! That guy is JACKED!

Lauderdale gets back to his feet, favoring his back a little. Perhaps that slam took a bit out of himself as well. He's pulling Bane up, who right now is pretty much putty in Adrian's hands. Lauderdale shoves him into the corner and whips him to the far corner. Bane hits hard and stumbles out. Lauderdale charges in - clothesline rumbles the big man. Adrian backs up a few steps and charges in - another rough clothesline! Bane hits the corner again and now Lauderdale runs to the side ropes. He comes back, charging at Bane - flying forearm in the corner! Lauderdale bounces off and into the center of the ring... Bane is stumbling out towards him. Lauderdale is waiting for him for some reason - wait... WHOA! He's got him lifted for the B-Unit! BZZZZZZZZZZZ!

RM: Oh, he's gonna hit it anyway!!

VC: Jameson's on top!

RM: FALL FROM GRACE!!!

HOLY CRAP!! FALL FROM GRACE!! He nails that Shooting Star Legdrop to the back of Bane's head, as Lauderdale drops the B-Unit! Jameson quickly grabs Adrian... and throws him out of the ring! Jameson charges at Payne and nails him off of the apron! He runs back to Bane - big splash! He hooks the leg... one! Two! THREE!! He got him!

RM: That was amazing! Absolutely amazing!

VC: I saw it, but I don't believe it!

RM: That kid is NUTS!

VC: He's about to be DEAD! It's down to two - the winning team gets the belts!

Troy Griffin: The Vipers have been eliminated!

Lauderdale is quick to charge back in at Jameson who is just getting to his feet. Lauderdale's forearm attempt is blocked, and Jameson connects with his own. He nails another then runs to the ropes. He comes back - Lauderdale ducks his big boot attempt. Waistlock from Adrian but Jameson breaks it and runs to the ropes. He leaps to the second rope as Adrian runs behind him... Asai moonsault! Adrian runs underneath him and to the ropes, but Jameson lands on his feet. Adrian bounces off of the ropes - Jameson catches his arm in a clothesline attempt. Twists into an armbar and now a hammerlock. Lauderdale reverses it quickly then shoves Jameson away. Jameson spins around and Lauderdale turns to his side - superkick! No! Jameson catches the foot and spins him around. Boot to the stomach... Adrian catches it! He throws Jameson's leg into the air - backflip from Chris and he lands on a knee. He pops back up to his feet, right by the ropes, and Adrian charges at him. Jameson leapfrogs him - OHH! Lauderdale ran right into Jason McNeill and got popped with a forearm blast! Jameson grabs Adrian, plants the top of his head in the back of his neck; he pulls his forehead back then drops to his knees! A unique neckbreaker, but effective as Adrian slumps to the canvas!

RM: Listen to the crowd!

VC: It's pandemonium!

RM: An insane series of moves, capped off with that crushing neckbreaker variation. Outstanding!

Jameson gets back to his feet and tags in McNeill who pops in over the top rope. He pulls Adrian to his feet, turning him to face in the opposite direction. Forearm shot to the neck sends Adrian sprawling in the corner. McNeill runs a half-circle in the ring then charges at Adrian... dropkick to the neck!

RM: That has got to hurt...

Lauderdale gets a double negative there - the dropkick to the neck and the force driving his throat into the corner! Jason is back up and grabs Adrian, spinning him around. Boot to the stomach and now a whip to the far corner. He charges in - flying kneelift to the face! He lands on his feet and grabs Adrian in a bulldog headlock. He runs out - Adrian shoves him off! He runs towards Mac - tags him in!

RM: A desparation move, but a brilliant and necessary one!

VC: These guys are great, Ronny!

McNeill charges towards Diaz who leaps into the ring and ducks a clothesline attempt. McNeill spins a 180 and Diaz lifts him up... sitout spinebuster!

Mac is going to the top! He's gonna finish off with the Mac Attack once again! THERE IT IS!! NO!! McNeill rolls away! Mac just crashed and burned HARD!

RM: He went to finish it with that Mac Attack, but this time he was not successful!

VC: C'mon, Mac! Recover!

McNeill is getting up quickly, he knows this is Iconoclasm's chance! Mac has bounced to his feet, clutching at his chest. McNeill is poised, waiting for something... Mac turns around - High Tide! Mac flies back - Adrian with a blind tag. Mac hits the ropes then collapses to the mat. McNeill is going up! He's at the top and he leaps - THE SPINOUT!!

RM: 450 splash!!

VC: Adrian jumps in! What's he- WHOA!! He just caught McNeill on his shoulders! He's gonna drop him with the B-Unit! Here it comes - no, McNeill on his feet! Half nelson... The Cure! No, Adrian puts on the breaks... he spins to the side - lifts him up... B-UNIT!!

VC: There it is!

RM: He covers him up!

VC: Jameson charges-

RM: Mac nails him!

VC: One!

RM: Two!

VC: THREE!!! YES!! YES!! THEY DID IT!! THEY DID IT!!

Troy Griffin: Here are your winners... and undisputed Pro Wrestling Glory Tag Team Champions: Too Hood! *the crowd is mixed - applause for the effort and excitement of the finish, and booing for the fact that Too Hood has reigned supreme this evening*

VC: Yes! I told you! I told you so!!

RM: They have done it indeed; Too Hood are the first-ever PWG Tag Team Champions!

VC: And there's their girl, Lena D taking the belts from that grubby timekeeper... she looks so good with them!

RM: And there they are - Too Hood with the belts high in the air!

VC: This is outstanding! Outstanding!

Iconoclasm is getting to their feet, looking upset at the outcome of the match. Nonetheless, they know the Pillars - they shake hands with Too Hood and exit the ring. Too Hood is having an insane celebration in the ring, and this crowd is finally on one side - complete and utter disdain at their new Tag Team Champions.

The fans came here to see an example of pure wrestling, and I think they're going to get it in this main event. John Iley is coming off of becoming the first-ever Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Champion at Rise of a Champion. He did so by defeating Joshua Frampton, who now challenges Iley for the belt. One thing stands out in this match which could make all of the difference - in tonight's match, both men are completely fresh.

"At the end of August" by 36 Crazyfists starts in as Joshua Frampton and Hilary Bennett make their way to the ring, serious looks on their faces in light of the importance of the match at hand.

RM: This is going to be great, Vincent.

VC: I'll agree there. These two rarely disappoint in that ring.

RM: Frampton is ready for action, too. He's in serious mode tonight against Iley!

VC: Well, they're both gonna need it!

"Crystal Planet" by Joe Satriani kicks in over the PA as the crowd bursts into applause for the Champion, as well as the challenger. PWG Heavyweight Champion, John Iley, steps out from the back with Leigh Dominguez by his side and one new feature - the Heavyweight Title around his waist. Serious as well, Iley makes his way to the ring.

RM: There he is, folks! The PWG Heavyweight Champion!

VC: But for how long?

RM: That, my friend, is the question of the night.

VC: Don't call me that.

RM: Call you what?

VC: "Friend," you old cook. If they were paying me to sit by a tree stump all night, I'd talk to that, too. I only do this with you because they pay me. I don't need another friend.

RM: You're a bitter, bitter man...

Troy Griffin: The following contest is the main event of the evening! *a BIG crowd pop* It has a sixty minute time limit and is for the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Title! *another big pop* Introducing first, to my left... last month at "Rise of a Champion," he made it to the finals of the Heavyweight Title Tournament, falling just short of becoming Champion. Tonight, he looks for a second chance. He is wrestling out of San Luis Obispo, California and weighs in at 240 pounds; accompanied to the ring this evening by Hilary Bennett, this is the challenger: Joshua "The Purist" Frampton! *the crowd explodes, while a section of fans boos at Frampton, trying to throw him off of his game* And his opponent, to my right. He became the first-ever PWG Heavyweight Champion last month at "Rise of a Champion" and tonight, he will defend his prize for the first time ever. He is wrestling out of Newcastle upon Tyne, England; he weighs in at 240 pounds... accompanied to the ring tonight by Leigh Dominguez, this is your Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Champion: John Iley! *the crowd goes NUTS as Iley lifts the Title in the air, showing it off to the crowd*

RM: These two are deadly serious, Vincent.

VC: Wouldn't you be? Look at what they're fighting for!

RM: Of course! A stern handshake... Iley pulls him in!

VC: They're nose to nose... he just nods at him?? C'mon, sucker punch the nerd!

RM: That's not the kind of man John Iley is!

Standard collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring with Frampton quickly snapping Iley down in a STO. He rolls John onto his stomach and plants a knee into the back - immediately into a surboard! No, Iley wiggles away and rolls to the ropes. He grabs the ropes and pulls himself quickly as Frampton spins to his feet as well.

RM: Frampton going for a surfboard early on?

VC: Don't ask me, man...

Both men keep a serious look on their faces. Another lockup - now Iley with an armdrag! Both men up and Frampton charges - Japanese armdrag! Both men up and Frampton charges again - Yakuza kick! NO! Iley catches the foot... Dragon Screw legwhip! Frampton hits the mat hard but Iley hangs onto the leg and stands up... Geordie Factor! NO! This time it's Frampton who wiggles free and gets to the ropes.

RM: And Iley going for the Factor?? These two aren't toying around - Frampton wants to tweak that back and Iley wants to snap Frampton's knees!

VC: Well, let's see it, then! Let the blood spill!

Joshua is up and Iley looks toward him with a wry grin upon his face. Frampton, however, still looks deadly serious. Iley calls him on and the two lockup once more in the center. Another armdrag from Iley! NO! Frampton pulls with all of his weight and neither man goes anywhere - but Iley lets go and walks away gingerly... he may have pulled too hard and tweaked that back!

RM: Mistake - don't let your opponent know you're hurt!

Frampton charges behind him - knee to the small of the back!

VC: There ya go! Snap the man in half!

Iley lands on his knees and Frampton charges the ropes behind him. He comes back - dropkick to the mid-back of Iley, and now he eats canvas. Frampton quickly and harshly rips Iley to his feet and sends him to the far ropes. He comes back - sidewalk slam... into a backbreaker across the knee!

RM: Frampton taking the route Iley has left open for all of his opponents - that back which everyone knows has been a problem for him in the past.

VC: No one's ever gonna leave that thing alone, man! His career is gonna be full of guys trying to break his spine!

Frampton keeps Iley planted there, bending him backwards over his leg. Iley screams in pain as Frampton shows even further signs of agression, trying to rip Iley's body in two. John grabs ahold of Frampton's face - an iron claw! With that, Frampton immediately shoves Iley off and he crashes to the mat.

RM: That's a move from yesteryear; Iley uses it this time to break a hold.

Frampton to his feet and he connects with a boot to Iley's spine. Iley arches and now Frampton grabs him by the head and neck, again ripping him to his feet. Boot to the stomach and Iley is doubled over. Frampton charges into the ropes and comes back fast - kick to the side of the head! Iley spins halfway - Frampton catches him around the waist... spinning backdrop driver!

RM: Frampton is intense early on, not letting up on Iley for a moment.

VC: Why should he?? The PWG Heavyweight Title is on the line, and Frampton's already been beaten by Iley once!

Iley gets slammed right onto his back and Frampton spins over onto his stomach. He grabs Iley's legs and stands up, spins again - Boston Crab!

RM: There it is again - more work on that back!

VC: He's right in the center of the ring, too! Iley's gonna have to do some work to get out of this one.

RM: If he can even move - Frampton is bending back pretty harshly.

The crowd is on their feet; this one could end earlier than anyone expected! Iley is beginning to crawl towards the ropes, but Frampton continues to put on the pressure. Iley is somehow managing to crawl some more! He's digging his fingernails into the canvas and ripping his way towards the ropes! The crowd is getting behind him while Frampton continues to bend back further and further, having to start again as Iley moves.

RM: With each inch Iley crawls to the ropes, Frampton pulls back two more!

VC: He's... wait, he lets go? Elbow to the back!

RM: Frampton's not about to allow Iley a chance for a break - he's staying on the offensive.

John again lets out a grunt of pain as Frampton lays in with a hard forearm to the spine. He lifts him up now, pushing him into the ropes. Iley hits awkward, favoring that lower back early on here. Frampton nails a forearm blast to the face, sending Iley reeling along the ropes. He grabs him by the head again, spinning him around into a fabulous European uppercut. Iley falls backwards into the ropes this time, throwing his arms over the top rope to keep himself up.

RM: Iley is in some serious trouble here, Vincent.

VC: Should I care? I want both of these guys to tear each other apart!

Frampton whips him to the ropes quickly. Iley hits the far side and as he comes back, Frampton charges - charging clothesline from the challenger! Iley hits hard and sits up immediately after, arching his back in pain. Frampton charges the ropes and comes back - swift kick along Iley's spine!

RM: And it's fancy, eye-catching moves out the window. Frampton is relying on what he knows will injure the back: clotheslines upon impact, Boston Crabs, back suplexes, and right there, just plain kicking!

VC: There's no time to worry about wowing the crowd with flips and dives when the Heavyweight Title is on the line!

Frampton shoves Iley onto his stomach with a foot and now he's... setting up for another surfboard! He's got the feet in the back of Iley's knees and now he grabs the arms. He's pulling Iley up, stretching that back in a most un-natural way.

RM: There's that surfboard he was looking for earlier...

VC: Oh, man.. this isn't just a surfboard!

RM: No, you're right! He lifts a foot up... OHH! He stomps on the back of his head!

VC: Curbstomp! Curbstomp, baby! Check the mat for teeth, I don't think Iley's got any left in his head!

A move we saw used by Jonathan Collins last month! The teacher has taught his student well, as Iley has been immediately busted open! He's bleeding from the mouth; that could either be cut lips, a cut tongue, or worse yet, teeth ripped out of the gums! Frampton is vicious!

RM: And now look at him... just watching Iley squirm on the mat!

VC: This kid's got a sick intensity... I think I'm starting to like it!

He pulls him back up to his feet and connects with an open-palm strike to the front of the face! Iley bounces into the ropes and stumbles toward Frampton again... boot to the stomach! Frampton lifts him up... powerbomb! NO! Iley's kicking his legs! He's trying to get out! He slides down - wait, Frampton catches him by the throat - OHH! Widow's Peak!

RM: Frampton's got a counter for everything, even Iley's counters!

VC: I think this is it, Ron, I think this is his night!

Iley's spine just got tingled! He falls on the canvas, Frampton covers! One! Two! NO! Iley gets a foot on the bottom rope! Frampton looks up, raising his hand... the referee tells him, though - Iley got a foot on the rope at the last possible moment! Frampton looks over and sees the foot... and he is none too happy! He just turned from overjoyed to furious in about half a second!

RM: Oh, Lord... that moodswing can't mean anything good for the Champion!

He rips Iley to his feet... forearm to the face! Another! Another! He's got Iley's head locked with one hand and he's nailing him with the other - blood keeps flying out of Iley's mouth with every shot! He keeps going! Six! Seven! He stops and hooks Iley up - snap suplex with a roll-through. He pulls Iley up again... Fisherman buster!

VC: God, this is great! He's gotta have some kinda brain damage by now!

He maintains the hold and lifts Iley up once again - suplex... no! Iley falls behind Frampton and runs to the corner. He collapses against the turnbuckles, trying to catch his breath. Frampton charges in - Iley gets a foot up and Frampton eats boot leather! He's only startled for a second before reaching for Iley... kick to the stomach!

RM: Iley's making a comeback! He's coming back!

Headbutt!! Iley headbutts him, and Frampton wobbles backwards. He shakes it off again and charges - LOOKOUT!!! Back body drop, and Frampton lands on the hard floors outside! Iley stumbles to the center of the ring - and collapses to his knees!

RM: Oh, man! Iley is down - possibly out??

VC: Frampton, too! He just got dumped on the arena floor from, what, ten, twelve feet up??

RM: Could we see yet another countout here tonight??

Iley is getting a chance to recover and this opportunity is much needed. Up to five and Iley wipes the blood off of his face. Hilary is helping Joshua to his feet while Leigh yells words of encouragement to her man, The Champion. Eight and Frampton is getting up outside while Iley takes notice. John starts to get up as well, trying to shake away the effects of a horrendous beating. Eleven and now Frampton rolls in.

RM: There we go, and Iley is immediately on the offensive.

Iley makes his way over to him and grabs him by the head, lifting him to his feet... Frampton grabs him and spins him into the corner! He whips Iley to the far side... Iley reverses - wait, he pulls Frampton in... exploder suplex, into the corner! Frampton hits the turnbuckles and crumbles hard!

VC: Man! Frampton almost had the swing of things in his favor again!

RM: These two just know each other so well, Vincent.

VC: I guess so...

RM: Iley's getting up slowly, dragging Frampton with him.

He whips him to the far corner himself now and the challenger hits hard and sticks. Iley charges in.. Frampton dives out, rolling through to his feet! Iley managed to stop short, though, saving himself from hitting the corner. Frampton is up and charges at Iley - boot to the stomach doubles Frampton over. Iley hooks him up in a front chancery and spins... hangman's neckbreaker!

RM: That neck just snapped! Iley just hung him out hard!

It hits hard and Frampton sprawls stomach-first on the mat. Iley is sitting in between his legs, facing away... he hooks Frampton's feet over his thighs... and reaches back, grabbing Frampton's arms. Iley rolls over to his stomach and he's... he's standing up?? The Hell's he doing?

VC: What in the...

RM: He's lifting him right up! That back seems fine right now!

VC: Look how high he's got him-

RM: Black Tiger Bomb!!

VC: HOLY MOSES!!!

RM: He folds up like nobody's business - cover!

VC: No! Only a two count!

Frampton shoots a shoulder up and Iley rolls to his side. He's getting to his feet again, this time a little bit quicker than before. He yanks Frampton to his feet again and shoves him into the corner. Iley lifts him up, sitting him on the top rope... forearm blast to the face! Frampton nearly flies back and out of the ring, but Iley grabs a hold of him. He takes his leg now.... what... OH! Dragon screw legwhip from the top rope!

RM: What a vicious varia-

VC: NO!!!

RM: GEORDIE FACTOR!! This time, he locks it in! Frampton is locked in!

Iley has the Sharpshooter finisher locked in TIGHT! Iley is facing the corner, too - this has Frampton in a bad position, nowhere near the ropes!

RM: Frampton is in a horrible spot!

VC: C'mon! Spin it over! Flip out!

The crowd is on their feet, excitement in the air! Frampton is trying to claw his way out, but he's not having as much luck as Iley did earlier with the Boston Crab. Iley torques it some more! Frampton screams in pain! Iley pulls back! Frampton screams - HE GIVES!! Frampton gives up! He's given up! Iley gets the win, and he makes Frampton submit!

VC: NOOOOOO!!

RM: Yes!! Iley is victorious in his first defense!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner... and still Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Champion - *the crowd EXPLODES* - John Iley!

RM: And there's sportsmanship! Letting go of the hold-

VC: Yeah, and collapsing into the corner. Sportsmanship, or exhaustion??

Iley and Frampton are both out of it, but both being checked on by their valets. What an outstanding match! Iley stands up now - and there it is, the Heavyweight Title handed to him after his first defense! Iley raises it up, sending this crowd into a frenzy.

RM: What a match, Vincent... what a night!

VC: Yeah, yeah, give him credit... he wrestled a good match.

RM: A great match! Both of them deserve all of the credit in the world!

Frampton has recovered to his feet... and although he doesn't want to, he knows he must - there it is! Shaking hands and... well, an immediate departure.