(We start the video outside the arena as the snow gently falls down. There, standing with Hilary Bennett at his side, is Jonathan Collins. He keeps his head down as he begins to speak.)

Jonathan Collins: You know, at the age of twenty-seven, I've done things most men could only dream of doing. I've wrestled across the world, won countless titles, and I've seen heights of success I dreamed of having as a little boy growing up in Southern California. Before I turned thirty, I set the standard for North American aerial wrestling, and I did it on my own terms, in my own time.

But now, I've given it all up, but for what? What would convince someone like me to give up fame and glory to start all over?

The answer is simple. The answer is I want to prove myself all over again. For years, all I've ever heard is that I'm a flash in the pan. I've heard that underneath the moonsaults, flips, and planchas, I'm nothing. That motivates me. I walk into this locker room full of teens and twenty somethings, and all I ever hear is how this sport passed me by. This sport hasn't passed me by, because in case you haven't noticed, the rankings are full of my students. Every PWG title match has had my kids involved. Say what you will about (R)Evolution, but you cannot deny that we have been incredibly effective. The fact of the matter is this. We are not as weak as you think we are.

Tonight, I get into the ring and I stare down Alex Hudson. All things considered, I'm going to do pretty well. Do you know why? Because I know you, Alex. Young. Impetuous. All the things I was eight or nine years ago. Everything you are is everything I've ever been, so I know where you're going. You'll make it to the top someday, but for every wannabe Jonathan Collins, there's a veteran like Grady Smith to humble them. So while you play my role, I'll step into the veteran's shoes and I will teach you what it means to be great.

You want to be a winner? Let me show you how it's done, Hudson...because tonight, I won't lose.

(Collins looks up at the camera and looks visibly angry as we fade to Ron Martin and Vincent Coltrane standing in front of the famous PWG backdrop.)

Ron Martin: It appears that tonight, Vincent, Jonathan Collins is deadly serious!

Vincent Coltrane: He can be as serious as he wants to be, "Rugged" Ronny, the fact remains: tonight, Alex Hudson claims his rightful spot as the number one contender to John Iley!

RM: That one is going to be wild. Last month, Collins and Hudson went to a countout, brawling all throughout the arena! What's going to happen when those two go at it again?

VC: Hudson wins, that's what.

RM: Perhaps, Vincent. Another big one tonight sees Too Hood defending the PWG Tag Team Titles for the first time against Iconoclasm!

VC: Pisshaw... a walk in the part! Those Iconoclasm kids are good at two things, Ron...

RM: And what would that be?

VC: Ring crew duty, and losing matches.

RM: Oh, come on! Those kids have got what it takes to be stars-

VC: Then why aren't they?? Huh?? They had a chance last month and they blew it! Tonight it's gonna be the same game, pal.

RM: Well, nonetheless, we're also going to be seeing John Iley face off with Mark Sherrick in non-title action.

VC: Title or not, it doesn't matter; Iley's leaving on a stretcher if Sherrick nails that Tornado DDT!

RM: Quite possibly the most-feared move in Pro Wrestling Glory, Mark Sherrick's devastating Tornado DDT! Folks, let's get right up to the ring! It's Chip Masters and Brandon Williams to kick things off!

Down to the ring and "Keep Away" by Godsmack starts in. The crowd realizes what this means and begin their ritualistic booing of "The American Champion" Chip Masters. Chip makes his way to the ring, his usual grimmace upon his face for not being adored by this crowd.

RM: Chip Masters has been on a steady decline as of late, Vincent.

VC: What do you expect?? Listen to the way these people treat him - he's probably depressed.

RM: Depressed??

VC: Well, wouldn't you be? Booed night in and night out by a bunch of mongoloids??

RM: Hey, if he doesn't like it, he can change his attitude. This is the way he chose to li-... I can't believe I'm having this discussion!

"Bring Me Down" by Pillar starts up and the crowd starts to cheer for Brandon Williams and his valet, Aimee Harper. Williams makes his way to the ring, slapping hands along the way.

RM: Brandon Williams has been here in PWG for quite some time, but as of yet, he just hasn't been able to break out into the spotlight.

VC: No crap, he was trained by Jonathan Collins. It's a shock he's even booked to wrestle at all with such shoddy training!

RM: Shoddy training?? Collins has trained not only the previous number one contender to the PWG Heavyweight Title, Joshua Frampton, but tonight's challengers for the PWG Tag Team Titles, Iconoclasm!

VC: Yeah? So? Challengers, Ronny... not Champions. Big difference.

RM: Well, after tonight, that could change.

VC: Not likely, pal.

Troy Griffin: Tonight's opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, to my left: weighing in at 215 pounds and hailing from Greenwich, Connecticut: "The American Champion" Chip Masters! *the crowd boos Chip heavily, as he attempts one more time to garner their admiration* And his opponent, to my right: weighing in at 195 pounds and hailing from San Diego, California... he is accompanied to the ring by Aimee Harper - this is Brandon Williams! *the crowd pops decently for Williams, who leaps to the second rope, playing to this packed house*

Harper steps out of the ring and both men come to the center. Clean hand shake and break and the first match of the night begins!

Lock up in the center, but a quick knee lift from Masters. That one takes the wind out of Williams quickly, who then gets rocked with a forearm shiver to the side of the head. Chip grabs him - whip to the corner. Williams hits and Masters charges in - clothesline in the corner. Chip rocks him hard with that one, folks. Whip to the opposite corner now and Masters charges in right behind; Williams grabs the top rope and leaps into the air! Masters runs under him - but stops short and catches Williams on his shoulder. He turns around... running powerslam coming up! He charges - Williams drops down behind Masters and shoves him off - Masters hits the corner! He spins around, holding his chest - standing dropkick from Williams! Masters rolls out of the ring, continuing to hold his chest. Williams sees an opportunity and hits the far ropes; he comes charging back, top speed! HIIIIIIGH cross body block, over the top and onto Masters outside! Williams crushes Masters, and this crowd lets him know that they approve!

RM: This kid isn't wasting any time, Vincent! He could have easily let Masters regroup on the arena floor after that dropkick, but he took to the air and drops "The American Champion!"

VC: That's no way to treat a legend like Chip Masters!

RM: Chip Masters is a legend in his own mind, Vincent-

VC: You take that back! No, no - know what? I'm telling Chip!

Williams is starting to get up out there, an arm on his stomach; perhaps he came down at a wrong angle and took another shot to the stomach. Aimee Harper comes to ask Williams if he's okay - he waves her off and picks Masters up. Whip from the (R)Evolution Dojo trainee, and Masters hits the barricade.

RM: Masters hits hard, but a mistake from Williams - don't stop to play to the crowd, keep on him!

VC: See? Stupidity, courtesy of Jonathan Collins and the (R)Evolution Dojo!

RM: He charges at Chip-

VC: OH YEAH! Suck on it, Williams!

Masters dropkicks Williams in the leg as he charges in, and not only does it take Williams down, but he hits face-first against the railing! That's gonna spell trouble, folks! Masters is starting to get up, shaking off the previous series of Williams. Brandon, however, is clutching at his face on the arena floor.

Masters picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. He follows behind as Williams begins to get up. Masters grabs him, helping him up the rest of the way; knife edge chop to Williams! A second one and Williams falls into the ropes, hooking his arm over the top to stay on his feet.

RM: That shot into the barricade could have knocked him for a loop, Vincent.

VC: Of course it did - Masters is brilliant, in AND out of the ring!

Masters quickly whips him to the ropes - no, pulls him back in - OHHH!! Belly to belly suplex over the top rope!

VC: Oh, baby! How sweet it is!

RM: Brandon Williams didn't come to play around, and folks, neither did Chip Masters! These two are tearing it up very early on!

Williams just splattered all over the arena floor! Tremendous move from Masters! Harper rushes over to Williams, and this time, he's definitely not waving her off.

RM: He hit real hard, Vincent... right on his hip!

VC: Could've bruised it, and that could be a problem.

RM: A problem Chip is ready to capitalize on right now!

Chip drops down to the arena floor, scaring Harper off. He drags Williams up to his feet... rams him back-first into the apron. Williams arches his back in agony and Masters grabs his arm - whips him into the steel railing!

RM: Not a lot of room to run for Brandon on that whip; it was all Chip's momentum, and he had a lot of it!

He grabs Williams again and this time, he whips him back into the ring. Williams is fighting to his feet, trying to scurry away. Masters slides in the ring... Williams is up to his feet and charges the far ropes! He comes running back, Masters stands up - oh! Masters must have known it was coming, as he just rocked Williams with a clothesline! Williams almost flips completely over in mid-air, and Masters just grins at his work.

VC: Man, Chip is just great! He's a step ahead of this snot-nosed punk!

RM: Snot-nosed...? Give it a rest!

He's dragging Williams to his feet - a handful of hair, come on! Get in there, ref! Masters just tosses Williams in the corner now and lays in a boot to the stomach. What's he... he's just walking around the ring? Showboating to this crowd who is just showering him with hate!

RM: Look at this - Masters doing the same thing Williams did earlier: taking his concentration off of his opponent and placing it on the crowd!

VC: At this point, Ronny, he can afford it.

Masters is soaking it in, but he's trying to get this crowd up to pay respect to him; he doesn't deserve it at all! Chip comes back to Williams... Williams grabs him and flings him into the corner! Forearm blast! Another! Three! Boot to the stomach! Another! Williams is stomping away on Chip!

RM: Afford it?? I don't think so, Vincent - Williams is tearing him apart!

VC: He's got it under control, it's gotta be some sorta ploy!

Whip to the far corner and Chip hits hard! He stumbles out and Williams charges - running dropkick to the chest and Masters flies back into the corner! He hangs on as to not fall to the mat, and Williams gets right back up. He drives a shoulder into Masters ribs - a second one... handspring backflip, and he charges for a third - Masters gets a knee up! No, wait - Williams grabs a hold of the knee! He's pulling Masters out of the corner on one foot; Dragon screw legwhip! He's locking Masters up! Chip is trying to wiggle free, but Williams turns him over - AFTERBURN!!

RM: He's got him locked in! Devil Lock submission hold, and Masters-

VC: STAY STRONG!

RM: He gives it up!!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner: Brandon Williams! *the crowd pops nicely for Williams, who releases the hold and has his hand raised by the referee*

RM: Man, Chip gave up fast!

VC: Wouldn't you?? He had no place to go, he's not gonna be stupid and risk injury!

RM: Hey, if he's as good as you say he is, he would have had a counter!

VC: I oughta slap you in the face...

Chip hobbles to his feet and unhappily accepts a handshake from Williams. The Chipper leaves the ring, letting Williams and Harper celebrate what is surely a big win for both of them.

RM: A great victory for Williams, overcoming "The American Champion" in short order!

VC: Pssh... Williams got lucky tonight, Ronny.

(Fade in backstage, where we find Alex Hudson and Princess Candace Ford in the parking lot of the USA Sports Center in Springfield, Illinois. Alex has his bag over his shoulder as the pair are walking toward the building, with Candace looking a little worried about something.)

Princess Candace: Alex?

Alex Hudson: *no reply*

Princess Candace: *sighs* The least you can do is talk to me...

Alex Hudson: What? What do you want to talk about, Candace?

Princess Candace: Maybe the fact your silent treatment isn't working for me...

(Alex actually, rolled his eyes. They made their way inside, and to their reserved locker room. Alex put his bag down, and then slowly sat down, with Candace sitting on the coffee table in front of him.)

Princess Candace: What is your problem?

Alex Hudson: I'm Alex Hudson, I don't have problems.

Princess Candace: Well apparently you do.

Alex Hudson: No, I don't. The only thing on my mind, is my match tonight. So hard to believe? I'm actually contemplating winning or losing. It's a real pickle, Princess.

Princess Candace: Why are you worried?

Alex Hudson: Worried? No. I'm just thinking about the probably outcomes of it. Winning is what I'm going to do, it's what I'm out to do. *Candace went to say something, but Alex stopped her* Just listen. You saw how things got the last time that jackass Collins and I fought.

Princess Candace: Yes. I did.

Alex Hudson: Do me a favor, Candace.

Princess Candace: Anything... what?

Alex Hudson: Just stay backstage.

Princess Candace: *looks shocked* What? B-but I'm your manager! I can't likely guide you and manage you if I'm sitting here!

Alex Hudson: Listen to a voice of reason, will you? I don't want YOU getting hurt, or dragged into the middle of anything again. Don't you get that? I want you to stay back here and safe, that's it. When I win, you can come out and celebrate with me. I promise.

Princess Candace: *pouts softly* Really?

Alex Hudson: Like I'd have it any other way?

Princess Candace: *She slowly shakes her head* Okay...I'll stay back here... JUST because you asked me to...

Alex Hudson: Good girl.

(Candace moved, sitting down beside Alex, as Alex just looks unbelievably serious for "The Prodigy". As Alex leans back against the sofa, his facial expression somber, as we fade out on these two.)

RM: How about that?? Alex Hudson asking Candace Ford to stay backstage!

VC: That's probably for the best... no one needs that rat Bennett coming after an angel like Candace!

RM: I think you've got your managers mixed up, Vincent-

VC: You calling Candace a rat??

RM: Well, no, but I surely wouldn't consider her an angel!

VC: Man, you are just asking for a walloping tonight. Masters, Hudson... you wanna insult Stevie Erickson before his match, too?

RM: No, I've got no problem with Erickson... Frampton, on the other hand, has been a little bit out of hand as of late.

VC: Out of hand?? He's finally got the attitude he needs, Ron! He's out for himself, no one else.

RM: Kinda like yourself?

VC: Sure, why not!

RM: Yeah, just great... as if one of you wasn't bad enough...

VC: Ronny, I'm telling you, you're really gonna get it tonight!

"Exile" by Slayer starts up as the crowd starts to boo. Stevie Erickson makes his way to the ring, having a little fun on his way at the expense of some ringside fans, who respond with jeers-a-plenty.

RM: This guy, another one not trying to win over any fans.

VC: What would be the point? They ever get in the ring and help you win a match? They ever drive you car, carry your bags, pay the travel expenses to get to and from each show?? Who needs 'em!

RM: They offer moral support, Vincent... but morals aren't really something I'd expect you to know about.

VC: Hey, Old Man River, zip it or I'll break your hip.

RM: *under his breath* I'd like to see ya try it...

VC: EXCUSE ME?!

RM: Here comes Joshua Frampton!

"At the end of August" by 36 Crazyfists starts up and here comes Joshua "The Purist" Frampton, en route and angry! Hilary Bennett is kind of struggling to keep up with Frampon, who looks determined tonight.

RM: Frampton looks dangerous tonight, Vincent.

VC: Daaaaaaaangerous!

RM: Ye... yeah, that's what I said...

VC: He's gonna get crushed, though. This guy, Erickson, he's a beast!

RM: We'll see... wait... Frampton's stomping over to Erickson!

VC: What's he, gonna hug him??

RM: No, a hand shake - OH!! Forearm shot!

Troy Griffin doesn't even get the introductions out, and we're under way!

Another forearm shot! A third, still with the hand shake! He spins Erickson around - Regal neckbreaker on Erickson! Frampton drags him toward the center of the ring and hits the ropes. He comes back - hiiiiiigh jumping kneelift, right to the face. Erickson is rolling away but Frampton quickly stops him with a stomp to the back. Peels him to his feet and connects with a European uppercut. Erickson wobbles back, he's visibly been taken off of his game by Frampton's approach here tonight.

RM: Man, Frampton found the key to taking down this muscle-bound maniac, Stevie Erickson!

VC: I feel dirty saying this, Ron... but I enjoy watching Frampton more with each show!

RM: He is just vicious lately!

Frampton whips him to the far side. Erickson comes back - standing dropkick rocks Stevie right in the face! He flies into the ropes and comes bouncing back, totally off balance; Frampton is up and boots him in the gut. Bends him over... what's he - OHHH!! J-Driller takes Erickson down and steals a collective gasp from this crowd!

VC: JESUS!!

RM: Oh, it's over! Just cover him-

VC: *ERUPTS with laughter* Oh, man! He pulled him up! He pulled him up at two!!

RM: Joshua Frampton has lost it!

He drags him to his feet and shoves him into the corner, chest first. Frampton runs back and charges at Erickson; dropkick to the neck! Erickson gets flattened in the corner and Frampton is again up immediately.

He grabs Erickson and sits him on the top rope, facing the crowd. Frampton is climbing up as well and he slaps a waistlock on Erickson. The crowd is starting to stand... they're not sure what he's doing, but it's not gonna be pretty!

RM: Frampton's out to maim, Vincent!

VC: He's pulling Erickson up... I wouldn't be surprised to see him just shove him onto his face on the arena floor!

RM: No, he's going the other direction!

OH MY GOD!!! GERMAN SUPERPLEX!! Erickson hits high-angle and flips over onto his stomach, while Frampton had the ingenuity to hook his foot under the top rope to keep himself from falling!

RM: This kid is brilliant! Like his new, hard-hitting style or not, Frampton is just brilliant!

VC: And Erickson is just DEAD!

He pulls himself up on the rope now and... moonsault onto Erickson! Wait - he waistlocks him on the mat, and he's pulling him back up! OH! Another German suplex! Frampton's not done, though; he's struggling to pull the dead weight of Stevie Erickson to his feet! Struggling, actually, would be an understatement. Frampton has his limp opponent up and raises him into the air; backdrop driver! And he spikes him hard! The crowd is applauding Frampton, who just rocked Erickson with the most devastating variation of Frampton Comes Alive that I think we'll ever see!

RM: The referee should really consider just stopping this right now-

VC: Screw that! I haven't seen something this cool since Mark Sherrick injured Bryan Summers!

RM: Oh, that's just sick!

He's not going for the cover, though?? He's pulling him to his feet again... well, to his knees, at least. He's hooking him up for... powerbomb?? WHAM! Purity! Into an Ace Crusher, and he just connected with Purity on Erickson!

RM: There it is! It's all ove-

VC: Liar! It's not over at all, he's lifting him up again!

RM: What in that-

VC: WHA-HA-HAAAAAM!!

RM: A SECOND Purity!?

Frampton shoves Erickson onto his back and covers - one! Two! Three! There it is! Joshua Frampton just DESTROYED Stevie Erickson!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner: Joshua "The Purist" Frampton!

RM: Man, Frampton just killed Erickson!

VC: That was the most impressive performance I've seen in the six months of PWG, Ron!

RM: This crowd thinks so, too, appluading nicely as Frampton grabs Erickson's limp arm and shakes his hand.

VC: This kid's going places, man, he's going places!

A quick glance to Hilary from Frampton let her know that he was ready to leave, and the duo did so to rounds of applause for this showing against Erickson.

[We go backstage and find the PWG Heavyweight champion, John Iley, dressed in his wrestling attire, standing infront of a full length mirror. The PWG Title wrapped around his waist, he's trying different poses. Standing in different ways, with different looks on his face. He then removes the belt from his waist and tries different poses and looks. Just then a hand slinks into his view and goes over the back of his shoulders and into shot comes Leigh Dominguez]

Leigh: Why are you more concerned with how you look and posing than getting ready for your match? *She giggles* I mean, you already know you look good...

John: I know, but, I'm just not used to having gold around my waist! Titles eluded me in my career, I never won that many, and this title means a lot to me! Anyway, who said I'm not ready for match? *He looks at Leigh with a smirk* I'm always ready, regardless of my opppoent. I've faced Sherrick before remember!

Leigh: Yeah, I remember. Mr. "I'm too good to talk, only in my own mind", right? You'll be just fine, don't worry. I was only kidding. *She smiles* The title looks good around your waist, and that's where it'll be staying.

John: Of course it will, this is non-title! But this the man who threatened you during our last match. *John runs his thumb across his neck* Remember?

Leigh: How could I forget?

John: So this match may not be for the title, but it's about getting revenge for the threat he made to you. I don't just defend honour and titles, I defend my... fair maiden too! *He places a hand on Leigh's cheek*

Leigh: *Smiles* Well, don't worry about me.... just worry about beating him and all will be right, you know? Oh, and John?

John: *Removing his hand from her cheek and adjusting the title on his shoulder* Yeah?

Leigh: If you fake another injury against him, I'm going to hurt you.

John: *Smirking* Leigh, its called pysching out your opponent, I used this *points to his head* to beat him. I made him over confident, and that was his downfall! I'll find another weakness in him tonight as well, and I'll exploit that, just as much!

Leigh: Yeah...well... I was worried! I don't want to have that happen again, just... beat him? And let that be that...

John: *Nodding sharply* Sure, but regardless of how it pans out this evening, I'm still walking out champion, and Sherrick will not be able to handle that, one... little... bit!

Leigh: That's because losers can't stand truth. *She smirks* So come on then, champ, you ready?

John: As I said before.. *putting the title comfortably on his shoulder and giving Leigh a quick kiss on the lips* I'm always ready.

[He puts his arm around Leigh as she turns and as they walk off, we return to Vincent and Ron]

RM: John Iley, getting ready for his non-title match with Mark Sherrick later on tonight.

VC: THAT'S getting prepared?? He's just sittin' around!

RM: Well he doesn't need to train twenty four hours a day! He's the Heavyweight Champion, I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

VC: Yeah... gearin' up for a big ole loss.

RM: Pressing onward... this next match is a big one, Vincent. The winner will face John Iley next month for the PWG Heavyweight Title!

VC: And that man will be none other than Alex Hudson! I can't wait!

RM: This should be one for the ages. Let's head to the ring!

"Superstar II" by Saliva starts in and the crowd immediately rise to their feet, jeers resonating from them. "The Prodigy" Alex Hudson steps out from behind the curtain, without "Princess" Candace Ford, and begins his trek to the ring for one of the most important matches of his career.

RM: You can dislike his cocky attitude if you'd like - I know I do - but you can not deny the fact that once in that ring, Hudson is a master.

VC: It's good to finally see you come around, Ronny.

RM: I've always been a believer in Hudson's abilities, just not his attitude or methods.

VC: Well, you're gonna have to believe in all of those things when he walks outta here #1 contender!

"So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin starts and the crowd pulls a 180 - complete and utter satisfaction as Jonathan Collins and Hilary Bennett come to the ring. Collins slaps some hands on the way to the ring, looking serious, with Hilary behind him.

RM: Now Jonathan Collins is what Alex Hudson could be. All the talent, and his head on straight.

VC: Yeah, his head's on straight, and he's got it lodged-

RM: Watch it...! Vincent... watch it.

VC: Yeah yeah yeah... stupid family entertainment...

Troy Griffin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. The winner of this match will become the #1 Contender and challenge John Iley for the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Championship next month! *the crowd applauds lightly* Introducing first, to my left... he weights in this evening at 230 pounds. He hails from Minneapolis, Minnesota. This is "The Prodigy" Alex Hudson! *the crowd boos Hudson heavily, who remains focused on his opponent* His opponent weighs in at 200 pounds. He hails from Anaheim, California. Accompanied to the ring tonight by Hilary Bennett: Jonathan Collins! *the crowd pops HUGE for Collins, who gives them a smile and nod, remaining focused on Hudson as well*

RM: Vincent, these two are so ready for this match tonight! The feeling in the building is incredible!

VC: These two are great in that ring, Ron, no doubt about it. It'll just be a shame when Hudson shows Collins that his glory days are long behind him.

RM: Either way, both men come to the center and solemnly shake hands. They break back to their corners, the bell sounds, and we are ready for #1 Contender action!

These two are slowly circling right now. Keeping serious eyes locked with one another from across the ring. Sizing one another up, trying to see just when is the right moment to strike, and where. And there we go, a collar and elbow tie up in the center! Both men are jockeying for position, trying to push the other back. Right now, though, it's like pushing against a brick wall - neither man is going anywhere! And they break it up.

RM: So evenly matched, Vincent.

VC: Hudson's jacked! He's just toying with him right now.

RM: He may be "jacked," as you put it, but Collins has a large height advantage that he can use just as well as Hudson can use his strength.

Another lock up, again struggling for dominance. Collins is pushing down on Hudson here, who is keeping... no, he drops to a knee! Oh, fireman's carry takeover on Collins! Hudson spins around to his feet as Collins spins to a knee; the two lock eyes and Hudson grins at the veteran.

RM: Hudson makes the first move!

VC: A sign of things to come, baby!

Collins dusts himself off and gets up, trying not to let this kid get under his skin. Lock up in the center again and now Collins wastes no time in driving Hudson into a corner! The referee is calling for a break and Collins is slowly letting up and stepping back... oh! Hudson just slapped him in the face!

VC: HOOHOO! And he strikes again!

RM: Then dives out of the ring! A classless move from Hudson!

VC: Hey, he shook the man's hand - he's done being classy until the match is over and they shake again! It's go time now, Ronny, so buck up and deal with it!

Collins calls Hudson back into the ring, but Hudson is telling the referee to back Collins up first. He obliges and Hudson gets onto the apron... here comes Collins - WHAM! Slap to the face! That one knocked Hudson for a loop!

RM: There ya go! Payback is a you-know-what!

Collins boots him in the ribs as he hangs over the top rope and now he hooks him up... suplex to the inside! Collins spins to his knees and sits Hudson up in a split second, applying a chinlock on the mat.

RM: A knee between the blades and Collins takes the control with a ground-based attack.

VC: Look at Hudson's face! You could read Collins' palm by looking at Alex's cheek!

RM: Well he deserves it!

Collins keeps his fingers locked under Hudson's jaw but stands up a bit... and drives a knee into his back! Hudson arches and his arms fly out to the side as Collins yanks back on his head again.

RM: Not sure what the technique is here, but Collins has Hudson in a vulnerable spot.

VC: Collins has no technique! He's lived on luck his entire career, Ronny, but tonight he's facing a brick wall and his luck is gonna run right out on him!

Jonathan quickly lets go and slides around in front of Hudson, locking on a front facelock, perhaps trying to choke him out! The ref is in there to check the legality of the hold, though, and it passes his inspection. Collins hooks Hudson's left arm into the facelock as well, and Hudson is driving a shoulder into Collins, pushing him back.

RM: Hudson staging a comeback?

VC: It's only a matter of time before he's got Collins' body sprawled all over that canvas, Ron, depleted of any life whatsoever. Your next Heavyweight Champion is getting to his feet, Ron!

RM: Hudson is up, yes-oh! Just as Hudson breaks out of the hold, Collins connects with a kneelift to the chest!

VC: Yeah, but those shots to the side of Collins took their toll! He's walking off Hudson's forearm blows right now.

He turns back to Hudson, reaches for him - Hudson connects with a forearm to the jaw! Collins is shocked and rocked, then nailed with another one!

VC: Here comes the punishment, Ronny!

Hudson grabs him, whip to the far ropes. He puts his head down and Collins leapfrogs over him. Charges the ropes and comes back; Hudson stands up and turns around... ducks a Collins clothesline attempt. Jon stops short behind Hudson; Hudson spins around - superkick from Jon! No! Hudson catches his foot! He spins Collins around then grabs him in mid-spin - exploder suplex!

RM: Collins gets rocked by the Minneapolis native!

VC: That sentence right there should tell you just who is going to win, Ronny. Minnesota is a state of champions and legends, and you're looking at the next one right now!

Collins gets dumped on the back of his head and Hudson goes for a quick cover - only gets a two. Hudson pulls Collins to his feet and connects with a big European uppercut. Collins is rocked back but Hudson grabs him again, this time whipping him to the corner. Collins hits and stays; Hudson charges in. Collins slides out of the way and Hudson misses his back-elbow attempt, hitting back-first in the corner! Collins boots Hudson in the ribs as he stumbles out... powerbomb coming up?? OHHH!! Oh, have mercy! He just powerbombed Hudson into the corner!

RM: MAN! What a move! Collins just throws Hudson right into the corner!

VC: Did you see his head bounce? His neck jolt?? He could be hurt, someone get him some help!

RM: They'll be able to if Collins gets the three - one! Two! No!

VC: That's right, baby!

Collins rolls him over onto his stomach and sits on his back - single arm Camel Clutch applied. Collins has Hudson locked in right here, pulling back on him pretty nicely. Hudson, however, refuses to give in to the pain and pressure of the Clutch. Oh, look at this! Collins is pulling back hard on Hudson - oh!

RM: A slingshot effect, just letting Hudson's face boune off of the mat.

VC: Good thing he let go when he did - Hudson would have countered and had Collins rolled up like a pretzel, for sure!

Collins pops to his feet and runs to the ropes... WHAM! Muta-esque elbow drop to the spine of Hudson, calling the youngster to scream in agony. He's back up now, pulling a reluctant Hudson up as well. He connects with a forearm blast, sending Hudson scrambling backwards. He falls into the ropes, hooking the top one with his arm in an attempt to stay vertical.

RM: Hudson looks out of it since that brutal powerbomb, Vincent.

VC: Well who wouldn't be out of it?? Did you see the way he landed in there?!

Collins with a Yakuza-style kick to the face! Hudson sprawls onto the ropes with both arms hooked over it, facing the crowd. Collins charges to the far ropes and comes back... dropkick to the small of Hudson's back! Hudson bounces into the ropes and flies back - wham! A double-impact move from Collins, not only hitting the kick but also forcing Hudson to crash back-first onto the canvas.

RM: Nice maneuvering there, putting double-pressure on the already worked-over neck of Hudson.

VC: Just wait, Ron; Alex Hudson always has a plan up his sleeve.

He gets to his feet and endulges in the applause this crowd is giving him after that pretty vicious-looking dropkick. Hudson is crawling towards the ropes, grabbing the middle one with both hands. He's resting on the ropes and Collins stays on the offensive! He charges the far ropes once again and comes back - 619! NO!! My word! As Collins began to swing around, Hudson thought on a split-second of initiative and forearmed his foe right in the face!

VC: Ha-HAH! Outta left-field, that forearm takes down the punk Collins!

RM: Jonathan would have been well-advised to refrain from playing to the crowd for that moment.

VC: He's gonna be well-advised to just lay on that floor for the twenty count, otherwise Hudson is gonna rip him to shreds!

Hudson is pulling himself up in the ring while Hilary rushes to Jonathan and the referee lays down the count. Hudson is up now, trying to walk off the effects of Collins' offense. He's stretching his back, trying to work out the kinks, while Collins is aided to his feet outside. At the nine count, he rolls back into the ring. Hudson stomps towards him - kick to the chest! Another one! A third! Collins is in trouble - oh! Repeated knees driven right into Collins' chest!

VC: Oh, this takes my breath away... Collins' too, hah!

RM: Great, Vincent... hilarious.

He pulls Collins up to his feet and shoves him into the corner... European uppercut! And now a forearm blast - right into the chest! Another! Whip to the far side, but Hudson runs right behind Collins. Collins tries to turn to break the impact - OHH!! Hudson shoves him from behind and forces Collins chest-first into the corner!

VC: Oh, screw the kids - DAAAYYYYYUUUUUUUMMMMM, that was the shizzle!

RM: The what??

VC: I've never seen that before! Usually you whip a guy to the corner, he hits with his back to try and take less damage rather than crushing his chest. But pal, Hudson just nixed that idea!

RM: I still don't understand this attack on Collins' chest...

VC: Think about it - if Collins can't breathe, he can't wrestle! And if he's locked in The Bona Fide Prodigy, those chest muscles are gonna be stretched and torn! He's gonna choke him out!

RM: I think you've got a point, Vincent!

Back to action as Hudson yanks Collins to his feet. Another European uppercut, concentrating on the sternum of Jonathan. Oof! Just a shove that time, nothing fancy whatsoever; a shove into the chest sending Collins into the ropes.

VC: This is what I like! Brutal, rough and tough, no-nonsense fighting! Just injure him and take your paycheck, Alex!

Forearm shiver to the jawline of Collins, and now a whip to the far side. Reversal from Collins! Hudson goes into the ropes and charges back - shoulderblock takes Collins down! Hudson runs to the side ropes. He comes back - Collins rolls to his stomach... ohh!! Senton backsplash on the back of Collins!

RM: Hudson remains a step ahead yet again!

VC: The whip in the corner earlier, the senton here... Hudson is just taking Collins out of his game!

Collins rolls towards the ropes, trying to catch a second to himself. Hudson is up, though, and follows after him. He drags him to the center of the ring... elbow to the chest! And now some sort of reverse headlock, pulling Collins head toward his chest.

VC: This one's gonna be over any minute, Ronny. Collins' chest isn't gonna be able to take too much damage like this!

RM: Unfortunately for Collins, I think you may be right.

Collins reaches for Alex's face, but he shakes it off. Oh! Knee to the back from Collins! Another! That third one catches him in the base of the neck and Hudson quickly lets go!

RM: I suppose there's a counter for everything, though!

Hudson's up to his feet, shaking off the effects of those knees. Collins is rolling to his feet as well, but Hudson sees this and advances towards him. Forearm to the stomach from Collins! Hudson is stunned and Collins nails another - forearm to the back of the head from Hudson sends Collins back down.

VC: There ya go, keep him down!

RM: And a vicious stomp to the back of the neck. Collins pulled up, now, and pushed into the ropes.

VC: OHHHH! Yeah, Alex! Hard chop to the chest! He's gonna wind up with his hand right through Collins' chest!

Another! A third and now Collins stumbles away, clutching his chest. Hudson is really laying it into Collins' chest here. He advances towards Collins and spins him around - another chop! OHH! Collins grabs him by the head and spins around, tossing Hudson into the corner! He pulls him out head first... oh! Jumping knee strike! Another, with the other knee! And now a double-jumping knee strike to the face!

RM: Collins with a burst of energy, and Hudson goes down in the corner!

VC: Where did that come from?!

RM: I think that last chop woke him up!

Hudson flies back into the corner and Collins runs a half-circle to the center of the ring. He charges back in - running tiger wall flip! He lands perfectly and charges in - high knee to the side of the head! Hudson falls to the mat, sitting in the corner, while Collins' momentum takes him to the ring apron.

VC: Where's this idiot going??

RM: To... to the other corner??

VC: What in the...

RM: He's insane! What's he gonna-

VC: HOLY SH-

RM: HOLY MACKERAL!!!

THAT WAS AMAZING!! Jonathan Collins just leapt across the ring, somersaulted in mid-air, and dropkicked the fallen Hudson in the face! This crowd just exploded!

RM: I can't beli... I... what the....!?

VC: I don't even know!

RM: Jonathan Collins just risked his life, and it may pay off! This crowd is going nuts - here comes the cover!

VC: Come on, Alex!

RM: One - two -

VC: YES!! YES!! He's still alive!!

RM: HOW?!

VC: Who cares how, he is!

Hudson is bleeding from the face, folks - he could have a broken nose, missing teeth - who knows! All we know is he's got some light bleeding right now and like a shark smelling blood in the water, Jonathan Collins just noticed it! He rips Hudson to his feet - Hudson is just out! OH! European-style uppercut, modified to connect right with the front of Hudson's face!

RM: Oh, Collins is gonna make Hudson bleed all over the ring!

VC: Now that's just not fair!

Collins has a grip on the back of his head, though, and nails two more! Hudson drops to a knee and Collins runs to the ropes. He charges back - SHINING WIZARD!

VC: OH!

RM: Knee right into Hudson's face, and he's bleeding a lot heavier than he was just mere seconds ago!

VC: Get him a towel!

RM: The whole momentum of this match has shifted, and now it's Jonathan Collins who is on top!

Collins decides to pull Hudson back up rather than going for a pin. He shoves Hudson into the corner... lifts him up, sitting him on the top rope.

RM: And that momentum could take both men down from great heights in a moment!

VC: No, what?? He just shoved him over the top rope!

RM: Hudson's foot gets hooked on the rope... he's just dangling there.

Collins steps out onto the apron... the few members of the crowd who weren't already standing are now! Collins eyes Hudson and charges - OH, GOD!! Dropkick to the face, and I think the back of Hudson's head banged off of that ring post!

VC: Jesus, he's out cold!

RM: I think he may be! Hudson's head walloped that ring post, he could be injured badly!

VC: This guy Collins, he needs to get a grip!

RM: I think YOU need to get a grip! If this was Hudson on the offense, you'd be all for it!

VC: I have no comment. No, wait, I do. Shut the Hell up.

Collins quickly rolls inside and pulls Hudson to a sitting position on the top rope. Collins scales the ropes quickly - hurricanrana from the top! Hudson crashes and burns inside and Collins rushes over to him! One! Two! WHAT?! Hudson gets a shoulder up!

VC: There it is, baby! Keep hope alive!

Collins is up again, pulling Hudson back to his feet. Hudson can barely stand here, folks... this looks bad! He's donning the crimson mask tonight, and Collins isn't through with him yet! Wait - Collins is signalling for the end!

RM: Collins is gonna put him away!

He double underhooks Hudson... here comes the Wingless Angel! OHH! Son of a! OH! The ref didn't see that at all, he was on the opposite side of Collins - Hudson was double underhooked and knew he was in trouble; he just kneed Collins in the groin then took him over with a modified Northern Lights Suplex!

VC: Hooo-daddy! Nice counter!

RM: WHAT?! He just kneed the man in the groin!

VC: What?? Where?? From my vantage point, all I could see was a TREMENDOUS Northern Lights Suplex!

RM: Oh, you make me ill...

Both men are down on the canvas here while the referee administers the count. Hudson is a bloody mess and has to take this time to recover, but what a low-down way to do it! Seven count and both men are still down.

RM: These guys need this time to recover, Hudson more than Collins, but I just can't get over it! Such a great match going on and Hudson has to fall to those cheap depths and hit a low blow.

VC: I'm not saying I saw him hit a low blow, but if I saw what you say you saw then I'd have to say that, baby, all's fair in love and war!

RM: Of course.... ridiculous...

Hudson is just laying there with his gaze fixed on Collins. Jonathan is starting to recover here, but that was a nasty shot he took downstairs. Eleven and now Collins is starting to get up to a knee... and there goes Hudson! He's getting up to his feet, fighting through the blood and pain he must be going through. Up to his feet and he's on rubber legs, folks. He may have a concussion! He grabs Collins by the hair - and he's raining down forearm blasts to the bridge of Collins' nose!

VC: That's it! Bust him open like he did to you!

The ref is in there about the hair-grab, but Hudson is nailing these rapid-fire blows! He finally lets go and stops nailing Collins - Jonathan falls back to the mat. Hudson stumbles over to the ropes, collapsing in the corner to try and recover some more.

RM: A rather smart approach there, taking Collins down just as he was recovering, allowing himself more time to recover.

VC: Of course it was smart! It's Alex freakin' Hudson!

Hudson is wiping the blood away from his eyes while Collins crawls towards the ropes. Hudson starts after him, taking it slow and unsteady once again. Collins is on all fours - Hudson kicks him over onto his back. Kneedrop to the chest!

RM: Going right back to what took him to his advantage earlier.

Hudson pulls him back up to his feet, connects with a sharp European uppercut. Whips Collins to the ropes and stays still in the center; Collins returns - boot to the gut from Hudson. He hooks him up and turns him around... neckbreaker in the center! Hudson gets up quickly - wobbles a moment - charges at the ropes.

VC: OH, HE'S GONNA FINISH IT!

RM: Super Stardom connects!

VC: Magnificant! it's all over!

RM: The cover! One!

VC: Two! Thr... OH! COME ON!

RM: Collins is able to get a shoulder up!

Hudson is slowly getting to his feet, still trying to rid the effects of Collins brutal assault earlier on. Wait, he charges the ropes again! Second rope - Super Stardom! NO!!

VC: Damn it! Right in the face!

RM: Collins gets his leg straight-up and Hudson comes down on the boot face-first!

Collins rolls over and starts getting to his feet; all that time Hudson was laying down and then attempting the move a second time allowed him ample time to recover. He stomps towards Hudson, sitting against the ropes. Reaches down - Hudson grabs the tights - oh! He pulls Collins forward and he falls right on the arena floor!

VC: Yes! Another nice move, baby, you can't deny the brains this kid has!

RM: He certainly knows how to take advantage to recover from a beating...

VC: You watch your tone, old man, or you'll be the one recovering from a beating.

Hudson leaps over the top - Collins drops - Hudson lands on the apron! OH! Collins pulls his legs back and Hudson hits face-first on the apron!

RM: These two are going right back and forth, it's like watching a tennis match!

Collins slides inside now. He charges the far ropes - Hudson looks up - SOMERSAULT PLAAAAAAAAANCHA!!

RM: Jonathan Collins just risked life and limb to take Alex Hudson out!

VC: God, I don't think I can watch any more!

Both men are sprawled on the arena floor, shades of their battle last month! These two tore the place down last time they met, this time they're tearing each other down! They're both victim to the referee's count right now, but Collins is clearly head and shoulders above Hudson at the moment. At the five count, he's up on his feet!

RM: Collins may be getting a second, third, fourth - who knows how many winds this kid will get tonight!

VC: Alex is just waiting for the right time to strike! He's lulling him into a false sense of security, that's all!

He pulls Hudson up, who looks like dead weight, and rolls him into the ring. Collins slides in right behind and pops to his feet... he looks fairly content at the moment. He's pulling Hudson up again and now backing into a corner with him. Collins leaps up, sitting on the top rope.

RM: Collins is setting up for that Glasseating Smile move!

VC: Hudson can't even stand! Collins tried hooking him up and he just falls to the mat!

Collins reaches down and lifts him back up... he hooks him! No, Hudson collapses to his knees again! He doesn't even have the energy to stand!

RM: This is bad for Hudson, he could just be completely out...

Collins looks frustrated now and pulls Hudson up with force; he hooks him up and leaps quickly - Glasseating Smile! NO!!

VC: OH! Lookit that! Always, ALWAYS on top!

RM: Collins flipped for that move and Hudson planted a foot, forcing Collins to land spine-first on the knee!

VC: This kid just sees things where no one else sees them! He's the future of this sport, Ron, and he's about to put the past in its grave!

Collins sprawls to the mat in agony and Hudson again uses the time to recover and plan out a method of attack. Hudson is just on his knees in the corner, breathing deeply and trying to shake away the cobwebs. Collins is up already, though, hobbling towards Hudson! He reaches at him - Hudson sweeps his legs down! Collins lands on his back and... Hudson rolls him up, but he's got his feet on the ropes for leverage!

RM: No, not like this!!

One! Two! Thre... NO!! Collins kicks out!

RM: Doesn't he have any pride?? Any self-worth? Doesn't he want to win it cleanly?

VC: Quit gripin', old man! A win's a win!

Hudson falls to his side, almost taking out the ref. He gets up, as does Collins. Jonathan connects with a forearm! Hudson responds with one, then whips Jonathan to the far ropes... reversal! Hudson charges back - hurricanrana from Collins! NO! Hudson puts on the breaks and hangs onto Collins!

VC: Atta boy!

RM: Powerbomb on the way? No, he's not going for that...

VC: Oh, a Gory Special! He's got Collins locked up tighter than Fort Knox!

Collins is stuck here, folks. This isn't something you can easily break out of. Usually, to break this hold, the attacker just drops the opponent face-first on the canvas! Hudson is really stretching Collins, but it looks like he's not in the mood to give up! He just keeps screaming, "NO!" when the referee asks if he wants to give in.

RM: Collins is adamant in surviving not only this hold, but this match as well!

Wait, Hudson's unhooking him... he's not dropping him - he's lifting him into the air! Splash Mountain on the way! Here it - WHOA! Counter from Collins into a hurricanrana, and a cradle!

RM: There's the hurricanrana! One! Two! THREE!!!

VC: NO!! Alex reversed it!!

One! Two! Collins rolls out backwards! He grabs Hudson's legs - flips over him and covers! Two count, and Hudson is bridging up! He spins it around once at his feet... backslide on Collins! One! Two! No! Collins flips out of it! Both men up - small package from Collins! Two count only and Hudson breaks it! Collins is up and Hudson sweeps his legs out. Two count and Collins kicks out. Hudson is up and Collins legsweeps him, then into a cover! Another two count! Collins gets to his feet - Hudson from behind, he rolls him up! One! Two! YE-NO!! Collins kicks out and rolls backwards, while Hudson falls backwards, rolling towards a corner as well.

RM: They just can't pin each other!

VC: And they're furious!

RM: Hudson screams and pounds the mat... and Collins calls him on!

VC: What the Hell??

RM: They're charging into the center of the ring!!

They're just exploding in the center! Forearm from Hudson! Collins! Hudson! Collins! Hudson! Collins... they're just beating each other senseless! This crowd is going nuts, I've never seen anything like this - just charging in and attacking! Neither man is giving an inch - now two shots in a row from Collins! Two from Hudson! Collins! Hudson! They're just wrecking each oth-what the?! The bell just rang! These two didn't hear it, or didn't care! They're still going at it!

VC: Why did the bell ring??

RM: I don't know, but-

VC: *laughing* Hoooo, boy! That ref just got sandwiched in the middle of two forearm shots!

RM: There's nothing funny about that! And now Collins tackles Hudson!

He's nailing him with forearms - Hudson reverses it! Officials are swarming the ring... these two just can't get enough of beating one another like this!

RM: Here comes a cavalcade of officials and referees, finally getting this thing broken up.

VC: I think they DQ'ed Collins! I think I saw him throw a fist!

RM: Oh, you're delusional!

VC: Give it up, Ron! Your little pretty boy Collins, he's not as perfect as you think! He threw a fist, I saw it with my-

RM: Just shut up! Troy Griffin is in the ring, he's about to announce the winner!

Troy Griffin: Ladies and gentlemen... after conferring with the original official of the match as well as the timekeeper at ringside, it has been determined... that this match has gone to a thirty minute, time limit draw!

VC: WHAT?!

RM: Another draw!?

VC: Oh, look how angry these two are! They want to get back into it!

RM: So does this crowd! This is a volatile situation! These two are going to kill each other!

Hudson and Collins are still being separated by officials as we cut to a video backstage...

(We find ourselves with Too Hood's Mac Diaz and Adrian Lauderdale, who are at the refreshment table. Both have grabbed something to drink, while of course, the two men are talking. A certain diva named Lena D. however, is no where in sight.)

Mac Diaz: So where did you say she was?

Adrian Lauderdale: She's on her way. That woman takes forever to get ready....

Mac Diaz: What's the word on her attitude tonight, though?

Adrian Lauderdale: All she wants is a win. It's nothing we can't give her.

Voice: All I want for the New Year is a Too Hood win.

(Adrian and Mac turned around, and there stood Lena D. with a smirk on her face. Adrian just smirked to himself, as Mac chuckled.)

Mac Diaz: Well girl, look who we're facin'...

Adrian Lauderdale: And like I said, a win is nothing we can't give you. It's inevitable by now we can.

Lena D.: And that's that I love about you guys. Just one of the man things, o'course. *Smiles* Are you both ready for tonight?

Mac Diaz: As ever.

Adrian Lauderdale: As if there's any doubt, boo. I mean come on, the boys we're facin' take everything as a learning experience. They should take loss like a loss, wins like a champ, and draws like punks. Too bad everything in their life seems like a draw...

Mac Diaz: Don't worry D., we got it under control.

Lena D.: I do like hearing that. Well good then, let's get moving.

(The scene fades on the three heading toward their locker room, with Adrian putting a protective arm around his fiancee's shoulder. We're heading back to ringside.)

RM: Too Hood are confident as always about their first PWG Tag Team Title defense tonight!

VC: And why not? They're facing Iconoclasm! They ain't nothin', yo!

RM: They're impressive tag team graduates from Jonathan Collins' (R)Evolu-

VC: Blah blah blah. Hey, Collins hasn't been able to get the job done against Alex Hudson twice in a row! Some *said with sarcasm* "great legend" can't beat a newcomer to the sport - how are two of Collins' rookies gonna beat the powerhouse of Too Hood??

RM: I don't know what your personal problem is with Jonathan Collins, but you should really let it go... anyway, we've got a match coming up here, so can we get on with it?

VC: Oh, it'll be my pleasure to see Mark Sherrick tear John Iley apart! The only thing that would make it sweeter is if it were for the Heavyweight Title.

RM: Iley and Sherrick, one on one! Let's go to the ring.

"Bad Little Doggie" by Gov't Mule starts in and the crowd begins to boo Mark Sherrick. Sherrick is looking to get back on a winning track as of late, and perhaps he can do that tonight against PWG Heavyweight Champion John Iley. Sherrick is in the ring... he's grabbing the mic away from Troy Griffin?? He's got something to say - but I don't think this crowd wants to hear it!

Sherrick: Ya know.... it's been so long since I've been able to speak my mind. I'll bet you've all been missing me dearly, haven't you. Well, I'm out here, on the most important day of the year... the day I face the PWG Heavyweight Champion- title on the line or not -, and the powers that be finally decided to end their censorship. I've been in contact with the offices every week since I disappeared, and nobody knows it, because they refused to air my promos. They threw me out here for matches without allowing me any prep time. Well, now... their reign is over. It's now my time. I'll be leaving here tonight with a win over their precious Champion, and there's not a thing they can do about it.

[Sherrick smiles proudly, and pauses, as if to remember past events]

Sherrick: I've had some fun times here, crippling people, and just plain beating on them. Bryan Summers was my opponent a good SIX MONTHS AGO, and he's STILL a ghost in PWG. One more inch to the left, and that useless bastard wouldn't be in traction - he'd be in a grave. If you notice, I'm one of the few left, from the group of people who stood before you at the creation of Pro Wrestling Glory, those months back... and nobody, especially me... can understand why I'm not featured more prominently. I know why... it's because I'm a veteran, and not a wrestler who got his start here. I'm being censored and held back because I'm not a PWG creation. But tonight, everything changes.... tonight, it's time for Jon Iley to come out here, and do his duty, and get his ass kicked...and probably tornado DDT'd into a coma while he's at it. Lets go, Jon...time to do the right thing.

[Sherrick drops the mic and finishes his prematch preparations]

Strong words from Mark Sherrick; "Crystal Planet" by Joe Satriani starts in and this crowd goes WILD. PWG Heavyweight Champion John Iley steps out from behind the curtain, Leigh Dominguez at his side. John looks to be in great spirits tonight as he slaps the fans' hands on the way to the ring.

RM: I can't believe those comments from Mark Sherrick!

VC: Why not?? They're probably true, how else do you explain his absence in the PWG spotlight??

RM: Well, I don't know, but no one plays favorites around here.

VC: Right, right... well after this match, there's gonna be no choice but to put him in the spotlight - after he cripples John Iley!

Troy Griffin: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, to my left... he weighs in this evening at 205 pounds and hails from Hartford, Connecticut: this is Mark Sherrick! *the crowd boos Sherrick, who raises a hand in the air while staring Iley down across the ring* And his opponent, to my right... he weighs in this evening at 240 pounds and hails from Newcastle upon Tyne, England. Accompanied to the ring by Leigh Dominguez: this is YOUR PWG Heavyweight Champion, John Iley! *the crowd pops HUGE for Iley, who raises the belt into the air, looking across this appreciative crowd*

VC: They can boo Sherrick all they want, man... he's gonna make himself a star all over again tonight.

RM: All personal opinions aside, this will be a great match, Vincent.

VC: Of course! We're gonna see a crippled Brit, what could be better??

RM: You are disgusting... anywyay, in the ring with a hand shake.

VC: Hey, Iley won't let go!

RM: Ooohh, a little bit of a mind game with Sherrick! Iley runs his hand over his throat, the same way Sherrick did to Iley the last time they met!

VC: Oh, now he's REALLY gonna get it!

They break the hand shake now and begin circling each other. Collar and elbow tie up in the center, John with a quick go-behind and into a waistlock takedown. He floats over Sherrick into a front face lock, but Sherrick is already getting back to his feet. He nails Iley in the stomach with a forearm shot, then a second one that breaks the hold. Whip to the ropes from Sherrick. Iley hits then comes back - shoulder block and nobody moves! Sherrick hits the ropes this time - a second shoulder block, and still, nobody goes anywhere. Both men hit the ropes now. They come back - shoulder block from Sherrick, but Iley baseball slid right by him! Sherrick stumbles forward as Iley gets to his feet. He charges at Sherrick, who turns around - WHAM! Clothesline takes Sherrick down hard!

RM: Tremendous move from John Iley, baseball sliding right by Sherrick as he stepped in for another shoulder block!

VC: He got lucky, Ron!

RM: Iley's letting Sherrick get to his feet, so maybe we'll see just that, Vincent; whether or not Iley was lucky.

Lock up in the center once again, this time Sherrick goes behind. Not for long, though - Iley with a back elbow and now he charges to the ropes. He comes back and Sherrick leapfrogs him. Iley stops right behind him - catches him in mid-air on the landing; back suplex!

RM: Oh, man! Caught him in mid-air with a back suplex!

VC: Luck! Pure luck again!

RM: Again, Iley is letting Sherrick get to his feet. Iley has countered two of Sherrick's attempts thus far, but it looks like they're going in for another round.

Iley is calling Sherrick on for another tie up; Sherrick obliges and moves in... knee lift from Sherrick catches Iley off-guard! Forearm blow to the side of the head now, sending Iley walking away.

VC: There ya go! That's the way to do it!

Sherrick grabs him, though, and spins him around, shoving him into the ropes. OH! Open-hand slap to the chest! And another! Iley reaches to clutch his chest but Sherrick pushes him again, then slaps right in the middle of the chest! Whips Iley to the far side and pauses for a moment, then follows him. Iley hits the rope, Sherrick right behind him - knee lift to the stomach and Iley flips over onto the canvas. He lands in a seated position - SMACK!

RM: A vicious kick to Iley's back!

VC: See?? Iley may get one move in out of nowhere, but look at this - Mark Sherrick in complete control!

Iley arches his back and Mark grabs him by the head, pulling him up to his feet. Big forearm shot to the head rocks Iley again, but Sherrick doesn't let him walk it off this time. He turns John around and connects with a forearm, driving it right into John's back... wait - WHOA! Iley spins around instantly and nails Sherrick with a hard forearm to the face! Now an elbow! European uppercut! Forearm! He whips Sherrick to the far ropes and stomps to the center; Sherrick returns: powerslam from Iley!

VC: Where the Hell did that come from?!

RM: Iley lets out a scream - he's not gonna take that punishment to his back any more!

VC: Well he could have just asked him to stop, why's he gotta hit him in the face!?

He pulls Sherrick to his feet quickly and boots him in the stomach. He tosses Sherrick's arm over his head and looks across the crowd. He points to the ceiling... and lifts Sherrick high over head!

RM: Look at the strength!

VC: Come on, let him down!

RM: Iley is just holding Sherrick way up there! I think it's safe to say that Iley's back is in tip-top shape!

VC: His back may be, but his neck won't be after this one! COME ON, DROP HIM!

RM: DOWN he goes! You got your wish, as Sherrick feels that stalled-suplex hard!

Iley neglects a pin attempt and instead pulls Sherrick up to his feet once again. He turns Sherrick around - abdominal stretch... no, an Octopus Hold!

RM: Iley going for a submission win here, locking Sherrick up tightly.

VC: Just a temporary lapse in control, Ronny... Sherrick'll be on top again soon.

Iley takes the foot off of Sherrick's head, planting on the mat and returning to a standard abdominal stretch now. Yanks back on the arm of Sherrick, pulling his midsection apart. Sherrick isn't giving in here, though; he's fighting through Iley's submission attack. Iley suddenly lets go of the hold, spinning Sherrick away. He maintains a grip on the arm, though, and turns into an armbar on Sherrick.

RM: Nice move from Iley, going into that armbar right out of the stretch. Great technical skills being shown right here.

Sherrick pats his shoulder, feeling the effects of the hold quickly. He charges towards the ropes - oh! He baseball slides under the bottom rope and Iley faceplants on the canvas!

VC: There ya go! Iley's gotta remember, he's not in there with some green rookie! Mark Sherrick knows his way around that ring!

RM: He certainly does, shaking off the effects of that armbar before coming back inside to capitalize.

He measures Iley, clutching the side of his face on the mat, and plants a boot into his side. Iley cringes, but Sherrick peels him up to his feet. He shoves Iley chest-first against the ropes and rams a forearm into his neck. Sherrick flings Iley's arms over the top rope now; he grabs his wrists from under the rope and... oh, just pulling back on Iley's arms!

RM: Oh, what a unique move!

VC: I don't even want to imagine how that feels!

RM: Wait, what's he... oh, he plants a foot on Iley's neck!

VC: Ma-haaaaaan! He is tearing Iley apart!

RM: That he is, but he must release the hold before the referee's five count.

Sherrick does release the hold at four, spinning Iley back-first against the ropes. Whip to the far side and he waits for Iley to return. Boot to Iley's stomach upon the return and now he places the Heavyweight Champion's head between his legs. Sherrick is motioning... no, don't do that! A piledriver??

RM: Oh, he'll kill him if he hits this!

VC: So do it! Spike that loser!

He's going for it! He lifts Iley up - no! Iley kicks his legs and falls to his knees! He grabs a hold of Sherrick's leg; Mark tries lifting him again, but he can't break Iley's grip. Oh! He's just wailing away on Iley's back with forearms!

VC: That's the way to do it!

RM: You can't condone this, can you?? This move has put so many people out of the business, he'll sideline Iley for good!

Iley lets go and now Sherrick lifts him up! He's got him totally vertical - no, Iley kicks down to his knees again! He lifts up - baaaack body drop! NO! Sherrick lands on his feet! He charges through to the ropes and Iley stands up; he spins around as Sherrick rebounds - flying neckbreaker! Iley gets dropped hard on the mat and Sherrick covers! One! Two! No, just a two count.

RM: A near fall for Sherrick, and boy, Iley just barely escaped possible early retirement!

VC: If it's not the piledriver that does it, it'll be the Tornado DDT!

RM: Sherrick sits Iley up now, slapping a nerve hold onto his neck. It's clear that Sherrick is targeting that neck, softening it up for that vicious DDT.

Sherrick stands up here, pulling Iley up with him. Shoves Iley into the corner and stomps him in the stomach, kicking Iley right down to a sitting position on the mat! Sherrick places a boot against the face of Iley... oh, and just shoves it along his face! Just a disrespectful move! Sherrick charges the opposite corner now; he stops short and turns back around, running at Iley. He's going full speed ahead, folks! WHAM! Double knees, right into Iley's head!

VC: He just knocked him loopy!

RM: Iley is in a bad way here, folks.

Sherrick pulls Iley out of the corner, now, yanking him to his feet by the neck; he doesn't have a hold of Iley's head, he's got his hands right around his neck! Suplex coming up? No, he places Iley on the top rope. Sherrick climbing up with him now, hooking Iley up. Sherrick looks across the crowd this time and lifts Iley up - suuuuuuuperplex!!

VC: Look at him - no stalling, no signalling, no nonsense! He just lifts him up and murders him with a superplex!

RM: That he did, and Iley's neck took a big hit on that one.

Sherrick sits up too; he's gloating at the moment, however. He gets up to his feet, and look at him - just enjoying the fact that he's got the Heavyweight Champion down! He saunters over to Iley, just taking his sweet time with it, too.

RM: Well now he's stalling, Vincent!

VC: After that last shot, I think he has a right to it.

Sherrick pulls him up to his feet and pushes him back into the ropes. Sherrick has a bit of a smirk on his face as he grabs Iley, whipping him to the ropes. Iley comes back - Sherrick lifts him up... spinebuster?? No!! Iley begins to take shots at Sherrick's head, forearms and elbows!

RM: Iley with a lightning-quick counter, and Sherrick drops him to his feet!

VC: Aren't those elbows illegal?!

RM: Not one bit!

Iley rocks him with a HUGE elbow to the face! Sherrick stumbles back but Iley quickly grabs him - waita... WHOA! Gorilla press! He presses Sherrick right over his head! OH!! Juts him into the air and lets him fall stomach-first over his knee!

RM: And how's that for a bad back?? How's that??

VC: Whatever, Ron! He's getting lucky in there!

RM: He's not getting lucky at all - that back is 100% and he's showing everyone!

Iley shoves Sherrick off, then stands up and begins to rub his neck. Stomp to the body of Sherrick while continuing to rub his neck.

VC: Yeah, his back may be fine, but that neck is still bothering him.

Iley reaches down now and pulls Sherrick up to his feet. Authentic European uppercut from Iley, sending Sherrick sprawling into the corner. He whips Sherrick to the far side and charges behind him - clothesline against the corner! He shoves Sherrick out a couple of steps and drives a shoulder into his back! He lifts Sherrick up - Torture Rack Suple-no! He drops him! Iley winces in pain, clutching his neck!

VC: HAH! There it is! Sherrick is a genius!

RM: And a Yakuza kick! He just took Iley down!

VC: Oh, here it comes! It's all over!

Sherrick grabs him - wait... he's going to the corner! He hooks Iley up, front chancery! He leaps and spins - NOO!! OHH!! Iley shoves him off!! Sherrick lands on his hands and knees - Iley charges at him with lightning speed! Stottie Roll!! He's got him hooked up - one! Two! THREE!! Iley pins Sherrick!

VC: WHAT?!?!

RM: John Iley wins it with an old standby, the Stottie Roll! Out of nowhere, Iley picks up the win!

VC: Where did that even come from?!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner: the PWG Heavyweight Champion, John Iley!

The crowd is applauding Iley here, who just snuck one out on Sherrick with a terrific move.

RM: Now is Sherrick going to accept the hand shake or what?

VC: Of course he is, he's never not shaken hands here..

RM: Yes, there it is. A hand shake from Sherrick and Iley is the victor! What a tremendous match up we've seen tonight, and we've got one more left!

VC: Tonight, Ronny, all of the champions are gonna be leaving the same way they walked in - with the gold around their waists!

(We cut backstage and we start with a ticking clock. As the camera moves down, we finally lower down to Jason McNeill and Chris Jameson, the team known as Iconoclasm. The two look at the camera as Jameson begins to speak.)

Chris Jameson: In a few hours, that clock will strike midnight, and a new year will begin. 2005 is going to be a brave new world for professional wrestling as a whole, because it's going to be the year of the (R)Evolution. Four kids, two valets, and one trainer, hungry for victory and ready to take this industry by storm. As the new year steps in, we will see only bigger and better things for those who want it bad enough.

Brandon Williams wants it bad enough. Joshua Frampton wants it bad enough, but tonight, in front of this live audience, the team of Iconoclasm will prove that we want those tag team titles bad enough! Ever since we stepped into Pro Wrestling Glory, we've been underestimated! We've put together and taken apart that ring! We've been laughed at, and we've been denied our right to have the respect we deserve! Every time we step into that ring, we exceed your expectations, because we know the truth! We know that those belts are laying in wait for us, and we will take what is rightfully ours tonight! Too Hood, you have mocked us and you have insulted us for one straight month, because you are running scared! You fear the fact that there is a team that can match you move for move, and you fear the tag team that has a bond stronger than a two dollar whore.

Tonight...a new year begins, Too Hood.

Tonight...a new title reign begins...because those belts will leave this venue tonight with Jason McNeill and Chris Jameson.

(The scene fades as we climb back up to the clock. We cut hard to the arena, no intro from Ron and Vincent. Right up to the ring to the entrances for this huge PWG Tag Team Title Match.)

"Now or Never" by Dope starts in and the crowd begins to cheer for tonight's challengers. Iconoclasm step out from behind the curtain, slapping hands on their way to the ring. Both look ready and focused for tonight's battle.

RM: These two kids are about to wrestle the most important match of their lives!

VC: Too bad they're gonna lose, then...

RM: Vincent, there's no doubt that they've been scouting Too Hood since they heard about this match. Tonight, it's anyone's game!

VC: Yeah... if by "anyone's" you mean "Too Hood's."

"Gasoline Dreams" by Outkast starts up and this crowd is ready to burst! Not with joy, though. Too Hood and Lena D. step out from behind the curtain to a sea of jeers from this packed house. Lauderdale and Diaz don't look as stonefaced as Iconoclasm, but with Too Hood, you never know what they've got up their sleeves.

VC: I said it before and I'll say it again - all of the PWG Champions are coming in with the gold and leaving with the gold.

RM: They very well could do that. Since the inception of Pro Wrestling Glory, Too Hood has been the most dominate team we have seen.

VC: And tonight, the World Domination Tour makes one more stop on the faces of Iconoclasm!

Troy Griffin: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is your main event of the evening - and is for the Pro Wrestling Glory Tag Team Titles! It is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit. Introducing first, to my left: they weigh in at a total combined weight of 395 pounds and are the challengers... Jason McNeill and "The Bitter Star" Chris Jameson: Iconoclasm! *the crowd pops big for the two youngsters who raise their hands to the crowd, accepting their support* Their opponents, to my right... they weigh in tonight at a total combined weight of 473 pounds. They are accompanied to the ring by Lena D. and they are your Pro Wrestling Glory Tag Team Champions... Mac Diaz and "The Original Gangster" Adrian Lauderdale: Too Hood! *and another chorus of boos for Adrian and Mac, who seem to just endulge in it*

RM: This has the potential to be one of the great tag team encounters in this business' history, Vincent.

VC: Of course it'll be great - Too Hood's gonna snap some necks like chicken bones!

RM: Right... all four men exchanging hand shakes and it looks like we're starting off with Adrian and Jameson!

They lock it up - no, wait... Adrian puts on the breaks and he's taunting Jameson!

RM: Already, Adrian is disrespecting his opponent!

VC: Why do you have to respect the guy you're about to pummel into oblivion? I never understood that...

Jameson isn't putting up with it, though! He charges right in and WALLOPS Adrian in the face with a forearm and this crowd loves it! Jameson nails him again, then whips him to the far side. Lauderdale returns and meets a boot to the ribs from Jameson. Jameson hits the ropes and comes charging straight at Adrian - OHH! He just hit him with a running knee strike to the top of the head! Lauderdale falls back into the ropes and Jameson follows him, staying on the co-holder of the richest prize a tag team can own. He drags Adrian to the corner and tags in his partner, Jason McNeill.

RM: Jameson isn't settling for being mocked, and neither will McNeill!

VC: Come on, ref! This double teaming is ridiculous!

RM: They've got a five count! And they use it to nail a double suplex!

VC: That sucks!

RM: Like your pals in Too Hood wouldn't do it?? Cover!

VC: Ha-haaaah... only a two for those rubes.

Jason pulls Adrian up again and backs him into the corner. Quick tag to Jameson. They whip Adrian to the far corner and he hits hard. Jameson grabs McNeill now and whips him in - no, McNeill turns it and whips Jameson in - WHAM! Flying forearm in the corner! Jameson whips Adrian back out and towards McNeill - dropsault!

RM: So far, these two young men are using their teamwork very well!

VC: Yeah, and the ability to manipulate the referee! Get that guy outta there!

Another cover, but only a two count for Jameson. Adrian is pulled back up and gets rocked with a European uppercut. That one looks like it may have come out of England, maybe even Ireland. A second one, perhaps of Danish origin. Jameson drags Adrian to the center and slaps on a hard side headlock, wearing down the neck and head of the Champion.

RM: Allowing Adrian to think about the beating he's taking, perhaps?

VC: Shut up, Ron...

RM: Oh, you don't like it when it gets turned around on you, do you?

VC: I'm serious, I will break your nose right here.

RM: Oh, get off it and call the match.

Lena is calling to Adrian to fight back, while Mac looks on attentively. Jameson, however, just grinds down on the hold even more. He pulls Adrian over and tags in McNeill. Jameson quickly goes behind Adrian into a hammerlock, then into an armbar on the other arm. He holds the arm up, pushing down on Adrian; McNeill scales the top rope and leaps - double axe handle to the head of Adrian.

RM: More great double team action, then right back into the armbar. These kids know what they're doing in there!

Adrian is down on his knees now, giving up a lot of leverage to McNeill. McNeill pushes up on the arm while Mac begins to stomp the apron, trying to rally behind his partner. Adrian glances over to Mac - it looks like he's getting the message! He swings and connects with a forearm to Chris' stomach! Another, and now he's standing - no, McNeill steps on the back of Adrian's knee and forces him down to the mat again! He quickly reaches out and tags in Jameson once more.

RM: That right there, that's what these kids have been taught by Jonathan Collins - they're isolating Adrian, forcing him to fight a two on one match!

VC: Collins taught them that? HAH! They probably learned this by watching tapes of Too Hood!

RM: The only tapes you'll find of Too Hood here in PWG would have them involved in multi-team matches. Iconoclasm definitely has an advantage over Too Hood, who are facing their first real, straight up tag team opponents right now.

VC: Hey, that's right! This is unfair! I cry foul!

Jameson hurries in as McNeill hangs onto the armbar - stomp right to the chest of Adrian! McNeill lets go and exits as Jameson rains down a forearm blast to the face. He pulls him up and nails one to a vertical Lauderdale, knocking him into the ropes. Whip to the far side; Adrian about to rebound and Jameson is winding up! Adrian returns - discus clothesline! No! Adrian ducks under and glides towards the ropes! He comes flying back - BAM! Flying forearm to Jameson takes him down! Adrian is getting up slowly, but Jameson is already up and coming toward him. He reaches down to Adrian - Adrian stands up and hooks him... belly to belly suplex!

VC: Yes! There ya go! Take him down!

RM: Adrian needs that tag, Vincent...

VC: YEEEEEEEAH! There it is! C'mon, Mac, wipe the floor with these pukes!

Mac jumps in over the top and hurries to pull Jameson to his feet. Adrian exits and Mac connects with a wild and high boot to the sternum. Jameson is caught off guard by that one, and Mac rocks him with a forearm shiver. Whip to the far side, not giving Jameson a chance to breathe! Jameson comes back and Mac nails him with a flying leg lariat, derailing the challenger. Mac crawls over to Jameson and mounts him - continuous forearms to the face!

RM: Doing what he knows best - just brutality and fighting!

VC: It got them to the belts, didn't it?? Hey, get him outta here!

Jason McNeill is getting in the ring! The referee stops him, holding him back. Wait, in comes Adrian! Mac pulls Jameson up... Too Hood grab Jameson and - OHH! Double powerbomb!

RM: Oh, now come on!

VC: That's the same thing your boys did earlier!

RM: They made a clean, legal exchange and used their five count. These two are doing it behind the referee's back!

VC: Point being? It still works, and there's a cover!

RM: Only a two, and thankfully, Iconoclasm continues on.

Mac pulls Jameson up to his feet, and he is in bad shape, people. Tag to Adrian who quickly enters as Mac lifts Jameson up to the top rope. Leaping palmstrike from Diaz! Jameson gets rocked and now Adrian is scaling the top! He hooks up Jameson - and another tag to Diaz? Adrian lifts Jameson up - superplex!! Diaz springs up to the top rope immediately - OHH! Frog splash to Jameson connects with perfection!

VC: How's that for teamwork?? That was just plain awesome!

RM: A cover, this could be all she wrote!

VC: Get him out!

RM: McNeill in again, this time stomping on the head of Diaz to break the count.

Diaz pulls Jameson up - forearm blast to the face. Oh, and look at this - taunting McNeill! Another shot to Jameson... and now he calls McNeill on! McNeill is really heating up on the apron. Another hard shot from Mac, this time taking Jameson down to a knee. OH! He just spit at McNeill - and that's the last straw! McNeill charges in... again, the referee holds him back!

RM: This kid has to learn how to stop stepping in like this, he's just hurting his partner!

VC: No, you know what's hurting his partner? WHAM! That double brainbuster! HAHA!

The referee turns back around in time to see Diaz rolling over Jameson; one! Two! Oh, Jameson barely gets a shoulder up. Diaz sits Jameson up now, facing the Too Hood corner. A tag to Adrian and now Mac runs behind Jameson. He charges at him - OH! Dropkick to the base of the neck! Jameson flies forward, clutching his neck. Adrian steps in and Jameson sits up a bit - SMACK! Adrian with a kick right to the chest!

VC: How's that for a double whammy?

RM: It looks to be effective - only a two count, though, as McNeill once again makes the save!

McNeill is in and he drags Adrian to his feet! Boot to the stomach... DDT coming?? OH! Diaz charges in and just shoves McNeill out of there! He flies to the mat but pops back up - the ref holds him back again!

RM: Come on, you gotta get Diaz outta there, too!

VC: No chance! They're gonna brainbust this fool aga-

RM: No way, here comes McNeill!

McNeill pushes the ref aside! He charges at Too Hood - WHAM! Spear to Diaz! He takes Diaz down! Adrian is off-balance now with Jameson in the air - OH! Chris with a kneestrike, upside down, to the top of Adrian's head!

RM: Yeah, there ya go!

Adrian drops him now and Jameson lands on his feet. McNeill kicks Diaz out of the ring, then exits to his own corner. Adrian and Chris are shaking off their injuries - Adrian recovers first, though... hard lariat to Jameson takes him back down!

VC: And there you go, Ronny... right back down to the canvas.

Adrian is getting up a bit slowly too, though, feeling the effects of that harsh kneestrike to the head. He looks back to tag Mac - but he's recovering on the ground outside from McNeill's spear! Adrian turns back to Jameson, who is starting to get to his feet. He grabs him - WHAM! Forearm to the back of the head as he tries to get to his feet. He pulls Chris up and shoves him into a neutral corner. Whip to the far side and he hits hard. Adrian charges in - he gets a foot up and "The Original Gangster" eats boot leather! He flies backwards and Jameson leaps backwards, sitting on the top rope. Adrian charges in again - he catches another kick to the chops, this time spinning him in a 180. Jameson stands up on the second rope - flying bulldog takes Adrian down!

RM: This is the chance! Jameson has been trapped in there for some time, and he needs to get this big tag!

VC: No chance! Too Hood is gonna keep him isolated the way they've been doing the whole match!

RM: Well, this crowd is certainly behind Iconoclasm, chanting Jameson's name!

VC: He'll never make it!

McNeill is going ape on the apron, trying to reach out to his partner. Mac is up too, though, and Adrian is crawling towards him. Adrian is moving a bit faster right now. There it is, Adrian tags in Mac! Mac jumps over the top and charges over - WHAM! He nails McNeill!

VC: Yes! Advantage: Too Hood!

RM: Right you are, as McNeill nearly flies to the arena floor.

Mac pulls Jameson up and drags him away from McNeill. Hard elbow shot to maybe the temple or the ear? Now a driving elbow to the top of the head, sending Jameson falling into the ropes. Mac grabs him, whip to the ropes; reversal from Jameson. Mac hits the ropes and charges back - leapfrog from Jameson.. wait - OHH! Brilliant! He lands, charges, and dives into his corner to tag McNeill!

RM: AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!

VC: MAC, LOOK OUT!

Jason springs up to the top rope as Mac hits the far ropes and comes flying back - MISSILE DROPKICK! McNeill kips up and Adrian charges in - right into a hurricanrana!

RM: Jason McNeill is tearing it up in there!

Mac is getting up, crawling on his hands and knees; Adrian is charging at McNeill from behind! Jason charges at Mac - jumps on his back... OHH! Moonsault off of Diaz onto Lauderdale!

RM: What a move! He uses Mac as a step to moonsault onto Adrian!

VC: C'mon, Mac! Get him!

Diaz is up and Jason charges at him. He plants a foot on his thigh - WHAM! Enziguiri! Diaz doesn't drop, he's just wobbling on his feet. Jason is back up and grabs him - T-Bone suplex ONTO LAUDERDALE!

VC: NO, NO, NO!

RM: Yes! Iconoclasm is cleaning house and Too Hood is feeling the effects!

McNeill pulls Diaz up, then nudges Adrian out of the ring. Forearm blow to the face of Diaz. Mac is visibly caught off guard here, not expecting this flurry from McNeill, especially when he thought he was in the ring with Jameson before that hot tag! Whip to the far side from McNeill; Diaz comes flying back - oh! Spinning crescent kick from Jason, and Mac hits the canvas hard! Jason charges the ropes and springs over to the apron.

RM: McNeill is gonna fly again, Vincent.

VC: Yeah, I picked that up, genius...

He leaps up to the top rope - somersault senton backsplash on Diaz, and he rolls through to his feet! He charges at the ropes and leaps to the second... Asai Moonsault!

RM: Shades of Japanese legend Hayabusa with that senton/Asai moonsault combination!

VC: It won't be enough to put Diaz away, no way!

RM: He's got the cover, but only a two count.

VC: Told ya...

McNeill pulls Diaz to his feet and now Jameson wants the tag?? Jason drags Mac to the corner and tags in his partner. Whip to the ropes from McNeill... spinebuster for Diaz?? No, wait... he's holding him up in the air. Jameson charges into the ropes - Hart Attack!

RM: Tremendous double team move... but McNeill is still holding Mac, elevating him inches from the mat.

VC: Where's Jameson going??

Jameson rolls out to the apron and quickly springs up to the top rope - flying legdrop to Diaz, and now he hits the canvas HARD!

RM: Right to a legdrop, that's where! Jameson with a cover-

VC: Come on!

RM: Two and - no! Mac gets the shoulder up.

VC: There's no quit in this team, Ronny, they're leaving with those belts!

Jameson drags him to his feet, another quick tag to his partner. Side suplex - into a backbreaker across the knee. McNeill steps inside and hops up to the second rope... drops the elbow! Demolition Decapitation on Diaz!

RM: More great double-team wrestling here, and a cover... only a two count.

VC: Mac with a foot on the rope - he knows where he is at all times in that ring, Ronny!

RM: I never discouned Mac's or Adrian's brains and talent, it's their attitudes that need help.

McNeill pulls Diaz to his feet and nails a stiff forearm blow to the head. Diaz stumbles into the ropes and shakes his head, trying to get himself together. Whip to the far ropes... Diaz reverses! McNeill hits the ropes - oh! Adrian just clubbed him in the back of the neck!

RM: And there it is, the cheap shot from Lauderdale!

VC: Cheap?? What's cheap about-

RM: Backflip kick!

VC: What the-

RM: A standing backflip, coming down with a kick on top of Adrian's head!

VC: Yeah, he better look out, baby, 'cause here comes Mac!

McNeill is up and Mac charges at him - McNeill ducks a clothesline... backflip kick! NOOO!!! MAN! He went for the kick again, but this time Mac expected it and dropkicked him in mid-air, right in the face!

VC: *laughing, and enjoying* Oh, man! That was gruesome!

RM: That move right there could spell the end for this young team, and that tag to Lauderdale will not help.

VC: Here we go, Ron - time to finish it off.

Adrian in and he pulls Jason to his feet. Hard forearm shot from Lauderdale. McNeill stumbles backwards and drops to a knee. Adrian yanks him up and shoves him into the corner. Elbow from Adrian! Another one! Now a boot to the stomach. Oh, come on! He's got his foot right in Jason's throat, choking him in the corner!

RM: Can't these guys follow the rules at all??

VC: Hey, he lets go before the five count - he's got that right!

Another hard elbow shot to McNeill. Whip to the far corner now. McNeill hits hard and Adrian taunts Jameson the apron! Jameson teases stepping in but only as a means to threaten Adrian. Adrian waves him off then charges into the corner - OHHH!! McNeill got BOTH KNEES in the face of Adrian!

RM: There's the cocky attitude of Lauderdale coming back to haunt him - that taunting allowed McNeill to recover!

Lauderdale hits the canvas and FAST! Wait - McNeill leaps up to the top rope! Jameson is watching on from the apron, he knows what's coming - The Spinout once McNeill is in position! He stands up straight - wait - oh! Adrian got back up and knocked the legs out from under McNeill!

VC: Yes! Adrian takes it right back!

RM: Lucky for Lauderdale that McNeill is still a bit out of it, otherwise that move would have been hit and this match would be over!

VC: Shut up and watch what Lauderdale does here... he's hooking him up on top!

RM: No, don't-!

VC: YEEEEEEEES!! B-Town Meltdown! Stick a fork in him, "Rugged" Ronny, he is DONE!

RM: I wouldn't be so sure... Adrian's down on the mat, too!

Both men hit the mat hard there, though. Adrian just lifted him into the air, leapt backwards, and man, both guys are down and out on the canvas! The referee is counting them out while the crowd is showing their support with a chant of, "Let's go Jason! *clap clap clap clap clap* Let's go Jason!" They're both crawling towards their corners, now at an eleven count.

RM: This tag is crucial, Vincent! Whoever gets it first has a huge advantage!

VC: I think I'm gonna be sick! I can't take this!

They look about dead even here... what a tremendous move from Lauderdale! They both get up to all fours simultaneously and they reach out... double tags at the sixteen count! In come Jameson and Diaz! They charge the center - Diaz ducks under a running boot. Jameson spins around - forearm shot from Diaz - dropkick to the leg! Jameson hits the canvas and Diaz charges into the ropes. He comes back - Jameson pops up - sleeper hold locked on! OHH!! Sleeping neck breaker! He pulls Mac right back up and kicks him in the stomach. He charges back into the ropes and flies at Mac - lookout! Mac pops up this time and nails a spinning back-elbow on Jameson! It dazes him, but doesn't take him down. Diaz grabs him by the head and spins him around... going for a piledriver?? No, a powerbomb! Jameson lands on his feet! Boot to Diaz's stomach, and now he's going up! Wait - Diaz starts peppering Jameson with forearm blows once up in the powerbomb position! He spins around on Jameson's shoulders - Victory Roll! NO! Jameson puts on the breaks once Diaz is between his legs; he's regripping Diaz... Showstealer coming up!

RM: Here it is, here it comes!!

VC: NO! Adrian, from behind!

Lauderdale out of nowhere nails Jameson in the back! He drops Diaz! Adrian spins Jameson around - picks him up on his shoulders! Diaz is scaling the top - B-Unit!!

VC: This is the end! Retaining Champions!

RM: NO! Jameson drops behind and shoves Adrian into the corner -

VC: Oh, God!

RM: Mac gets crotched on the top! Inverted DDT to Adrian, and Jameson shoves him outside!

Wait, he's calling in McNeill?? Jason charges in... they're climbing the top rope with Diaz! The crowd is on their feet! This could be it! Iconoclasm has him locked up - REMEMBERANCE!!!

RM: THEY NAILED IT!! THEY NAILED IT!!

VC: NO!! NO!! GET UP!!

RM: ONE! TWO! THREE!! THREE!! THEY'VE DONE IT, THEY'VE WON THE TAG TEAM TITLES!!!

VC: NOOOOOO!!!

Troy Griffin: *announcing over a DEAFENING crowd* Here are your winners... and NEW Pro Wrestling Glory Tag Team Champions... Jason McNeill and Chris Jameson: Iconoclasm!

RM: This place is going bananas!

VC: What a travesty of justice!

RM: There was no travesty whatsoever! These four went to the limit and Iconoclasm has done it - they have won the Tag Team Titles and dealt Too Hood their very first loss!

Iconoclasm is celebrating in the ring, this jam-packed crowd just going insane! This crowd can't believe they've done it, and I think the shock of it all is running through Jason and Chris, too! Too Hood are getting to their feet, though... this could be interesting.

RM: Are they gonna do the right thing?? Are they gonna shake hands?

VC: Of course they will!