September 26, 2004
Frontier Fieldhouse
Chicago Ridge, Illinois

(We open up in the wonderful Frontier Fieldhouse, where a nicely packed crowd is ready for some action! We cut from the crowd to Ron Martin and Vincent Coltrane standing in front of a PWG backdrop, kicking off tonight's show.)

Ron Martin: Tonight is when it all starts, Vincent!

Vincent Coltrane: Yes - tonight is when Mark Sherrick's journey to becoming the first Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Champion begins! I can't wait to see him decimate John Iley!

RM: That's just one of eight big matches tonight, Vincent; seven first round tournament matches, and the main event of the evening pitting Chip Masters against Joshua Frampton.

VC: That's total crap and you know it! Masters is wrestling once before that match, and Frampton gets a bye in the first round! Favoritism at its lowest!

RM: Your opinion, Vincent, and I'm sure yours' alone. Let's head up to the ring to start things off - it's the match Vincent wants to see, folks; John Iley and Mark Sherrick!

"Crystal Planet" by Joe Satriani begins to play, and the crowd immediately riles up. They want to see John Iley out here and fast! The song warms up for a bit, and then Iley bursts through the curtain with Leigh Dominguez by his side. They tandem stop at the entrance to survey the crowd in attendance. After that brief pause, Iley begins walking down the aisle, slapping hands along the way.

VC: God, he makes me sick! Buttering up the fans like that, it's disgraceful!

RM: Buttering up? What do you mean??

VC: Look close, Ronny - he's slapping fives and tens into those people's hands! He's paying off this crowd to cheer for him!

RM: Oh, you're just ridiculous, Vincent! Ridiculous!

VC: Am I?? Or am I just onto John Iley's evil foreign plot for U.S. domination?

RM: The only thing you're going to be onto, Vincent, is a one-way train to getting your clock cleaned by Iley after he views this tape!

(Cut to the lockerroom area, where Mark Sherrick is standing by, clad in his wrestling tights, loosening up for his match.)

Sherrick: So, tonight it really begins. The Pro Wrestling Glory title tournament is on. Of course the tournament is a mere excercise in formality, since I know, and everyone all the way up to Corey Collins knows that I am the rightful champion here, and will win the tournament. Of course everyone else has a different opinion, but theirs is of course, incorrect. Just look at what I've done here in PWG. I nearly crippled Bryan Summers, and nobody's seen him again. I took down Dune, and he's twice my size! Now, someone like John Iley thinks he can come close to competing with me? It makes me laugh. Iley, you couldnt even beat me if I gave you a two count. I don't care one bit about the things you say you've done or will do in professional wrestling...because guess what...I've already done anything you think you can do. I've been everywhere, I've fought every way, and won everything along the way...and I don't plan on letting a punk like you stop me here. Ask Bryan Summers how it feels to think you can beat me...if you're lucky, you'll end up next door in the same hospital, so you two can talk about how badly you were beaten by the one true veteran of the PWG.

(Cut back to the arena, for Sherrick's entrance)

Back to the action, "Bad Little Doggie" by Gov't Mule kicks in and the crowd's demeanor immediately changes. Mark Sherrick slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain; the crowd is just letting him have it! He's focused on the ring and his opponent, John Iley, but this crowd has definitely picked their favorite in this one, and it is most certainly not Mark Sherrick!

VC: See, and now a great technical wrestler like Mark Sherrick, he comes to the ring with no slapping hands, no bribing... this crowd hates him! Iley's ruined everyone here!

RM: You know darn well the reason Sherrick receives this sort of reaction is because of the way he handled the Bryan Summers situation.

VC: There was a situation? What situation?? Sherrick snapped the wimp's neck - end of story!

RM: And then he bragged about it! Not even so much as a check-up on the man!

VC: Look, Ronny, this is professional wrestling. You don't get to the top by taking a guy out, then sending him a gift basket and a bouquet of flowers! You've gotta be ruthless, and that's exactly what Mark Sherrick is!

Both men in the ring, and Troy Griffin is ready to start us off!

Troy Griffin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Title Tournament! *crowd pops* Introducing first, to my right... all the way from Newcastle upon Tyne, England - he weighs in at 240 pounds... *the crowd starts to cheer already* Accompanied by Leigh Dominguez, this is John Iley! *the crowd continues to cheer, as Iley salutes them* His opponent, to my left... *and now the crowd begins to boo* From Hartford, Connecticut, weighing 205 pounds - Mark Sherrick! *Sherrick keeps his eyes focused on Iley, as the crowd lets him have it*

Iley comes into the center of the ring now, while Leigh exits. He extends the hand to Sherrick, who is still in his corner. He's coming out now, still keeping his eyes deadlocked on John. Sherrick slowly brings up his hand and he accepts the hand shake! Oh, and he's sending a message to Iley! He just dragged his thumb across his throat before letting go of the shake! Sherrick wants to finish Iley for good tonight! The bell sounds, and we're ready to go!

They're circling each other in the center, and now they lock it up. Quick go-behind from Sherrick - oh! Knee to the back! Iley jolts forward and spins quickly, clutching at his back and eyeing Sherrick. Sherrick spreads his arms out, calling Iley on again.

VC: That's m'boy, starting off strong already!

He obliges and they tangle once more; armbar from Sherrick - oh! He swings his leg up and kicks Iley in the upper back! Iley again gets out of dodge, while Sherrick maintains a cocky grin.

VC: Two for two!

Iley looks a little more than annoyed now, and Sherrick tells him to bring it once more. Iley charges in and they lock up - this time it's Iley who goes behind! Full nelson applied - Sherrick reverses quickly and nails a huge forearm to the base of Iley's neck! John wobbles a bit, and now Sherrick nails another one. Iley drops to a knee and Mark runs to the ropes behind him. He comes charging back - clothesline, no! Iley ducks it and Sherrick runs through to the ropes. He comes back - dropkick from Iley! Sherrick flies backwards, and right out of the ring!

RM: And the third time proves the charm for John Iley!

VC: That was an illegal hold!

RM: Illegal?!

VC: That dropkick could have injured Sherrick's throat! What a careless individual!

Iley gets to a knee, rubbing the back of his neck, while Sherrick pulls himself onto the apron. He enters the ring again, as Iley allows him that luxury. They begin circling in the center again, and now Sherrick wants a test of strength. Iley obliges, but quickly spins it around into a hammer lock. Sherrick looks for a way to get out, grabbing Iley from behind. He flips him over with a snapmare - Iley maintains the grip on the arm, though, and as he lands on his back he nails Sherrick in the forehead with a kneestrike!

RM: John sticks with the hold and combats Sherrick nicely!

Sherrick flies backwards, and Iley jumps to his feet. He charges at him, missing a clothesline. He spins, right into a Sherrick forearm. He connects again, and Iley stumbles backwards. He shakes it off and swings one of his own, connecting flush on the jaw line! Sherrick with his own, and Iley again! Sherrick swings - no, he balks it and Iley ducks... knee strike to the face!

VC: *chuckling* Oh, mercy me! That was beautiful! Knock out a few more of that dirty Brit's teeth!

RM: Oh, show some respect!

Iley flies back from that attack, clutching at his mouth. Sherrick maintains his assault, coming right towards Iley. He grabs him from behind and swings him, right into a side headlock.

VC: There ya go, baby! Work that neck!

RM: Sherrick going back to the days of yore, applying a headlock as a stand alone move, not a transitional move.

VC: Just another reason he's gonna be PWG Champ someday!

RM: Perhaps sooner than later, Vincent.

Iley drops to a single knee, while Sherrick stays on his feet, retaining that leverage. Iley is trying to pry Sherrick's arms off of him, while the ref checks to ensure that it is indeed not a choke. Iley nails a forearm to the small of Sherrick's back! Another! Oh, but Mark puts the pressure right on the neck once more, halting Iley's progress.

VC: You know what he's doing, Ron - he's softening him up to spike him down with that Tornado DDT!

RM: You may be right! That Tornado DDT has become one of the most feared moves here in PWG, and if Sherrick hits it there's no telling what may happen!

VC: What'll happen, is John Iley'll go outta here motionless on a stretcher!

John is getting back to his feet here, and now he's backing Sherrick into the ropes. He pushes him to the far side - no, Sherrick keeps the hold on! Iley stomps his foot on the mat, perhaps out of frustra-no! He was snapping back with leverage, pulling Sherrick over with a snapping-back suplex!

RM: OH! Terrific suplex!

VC: Terrific?? You mean horrific! Sherrick could be hurt!

RM: He did land sharply, and we'll see how things go here...

Iley's up, rolling his neck as he gets to his feet. Leigh looks on from ringside, clapping for her man. Iley advances towards Sherrick, who sends a forearm into the stomach. Another, but Iley connects with a forearm down onto Sherrick's head to stop his momentum. He pulls him to his feet - European uppercut!

RM: And those ones are authentic, Vincent - all the way from England!

VC: Authentic?? I oughta authenticate you...

RM: What does that even mean?

VC: Shut up, Ron...

Sherrick turns around, clutching at his chest. Iley follows him as he stumbles away, shoving him chest-first into the corner. Sherrick turns himself around, and now Iley whips him to the far side. Sherrick crashes hard and Iley charges in - back elbow in the corner! Iley sticks to Sherrick and hooks him up - Ace Crusher!

RM: Magnificant chain move, and a cover!

VC: NO! He's outta there, no way you're gonna beat Sherrick that easy!

Iley is quickly up and drops a knee across his chest. Sherrick sits up, holding his sternum, and Iley is to his feet behind him... oh! Just a straight stomp on the base of his neck! Sherrick rolls into the ropes, and now right out to the floor.

VC: Good, Mark, take a breather!

RM: He won't be able to - here comes Iley!

VC: Oh, leave him alone!

He grabs Sherrick from behind and rolls him back into the ring. Iley rolls in as well - but Sherrick catches him coming in, stomping him on the back!

VC: That's what ya get! Ohhh, look at the smile on Sherrick's face!

RM: He just realized-

VC: -that he's about to break Iley's spine! Do it! DO IT!

Another stomp to the back! Another! He's relentless! He won't stop! Iley is trying to squirm away, but Sherrick grabs him by the arm and pulls him into the center of the ring. He spins around him - single arm Camel Clutch! He's got Iley trapped!

VC: YES! He's gonna give it up! It's all over!

RM: Can Iley stay in it??

John's free arm is waving furiously in the air, while Leigh looks on, appearing to be in almost as much agony as Iley himself! Sherrick isn't holding back, either, he's bending John like a pretzel! The ref is in there, but Iley isn't giving it up. That free arm, though, looks like it's losing some life. Sherrick yanks back some more, and now Iley's arm is moving even less. Leigh Dominguez looks close to tears! Iley isn't giving up - he's passing out! Sherrick pulls back again, and oh no! Iley's arm, which was just waving in the air, dropped right down to the canvas! Wait - Sherrick releases the hold! The ref is checking - no, Sherrick tells him to back off! Sherrick.. oh no, he's going over towards Leigh!

VC: Yeah, snap her back, too!

RM: What?! Sherrick is making a HUGE mistake! He could have it won if he left the hold on!

VC: Shut up, Ron, he knows what he's doing!

RM: He just gave Leigh the same signal he gave Iley at the start - he's gonna finish Iley off for good!

Sherrick, he's going to the top rope! What's he got in mind?? He's taking his time, but it doesn't matter - Iley hasn't moved a muscle! Sherrick is jawing at the fans, and now he steps to the top rope. He leaps off - frog splash! ILEY MOVES!!! HE ROLLS AWAY, and right to his feet!

VC: THAT LOW DOWN DIRTY-

RM: Brilliant! Sherrick wasted too much time, and Iley recovers enough to get out of the way!

Sherrick crashes to the canvas, and HARD! He hops up to his feet and - OH! Iley just nailed him with a palm strike to the side of the head! Sherrick spins around from the force - full nelson slam from Iley! He's back up - GEORDIE AGGRO!! He's got Sherrick locked up in the center of the ring!

RM: Oh, look at the torque from Iley - he must be telling the truth in his interviews, his back has to be at 100%!

VC: What a fiend!

RM: Sherrick is stuck, Vincent! He's got no choice - yes! He gives it up!

Troy Griffin: The winner, and advancing to the next round of the tournament: John Iley! *the crowd gives a nice round of applause for Iley, who is getting up to his feet*

RM: Iley played Sherrick to perfection, Vincent!

VC: He needs to be repremanded! There's no place for lying in wrestling!

Iley is up, and in comes Leigh. She doesn't look too happy with the fact that Iley played up that back injury, but all is forgiven as Iley is one step closer to glory!

VC: Lookit her! Miserable because he fakes an injury, but happy because he advances in the tournament; what a gold digger!

Iley is allowing Sherrick the opportunity to get to his feet, and as he does, he extends the hand. Sherrick slowly accepts...

RM: Wait, what's he doing??

VC: Just some parting words, Ron... calm yourself down.

Sherrick releases the hand and Iley leaves the ring, celebrating on his way back!

There is a loud clamor inside of the showground here in Chicago Ridge, Illinois... an amalgamation of parallel emotions. Anticipation, excitement, enthusiasm- and for what? To see the great heroes who have climbed so far, so courageously, exhibit their God given abilities at their finest hour? Indeed. And that hour? It's at Road To Glory. It's TONIGHT.

It's NOW.

"Every man has a moment he wishes to experience...

...a light he wishes to see...

...a pinnacle he wishes to reach."

There is a familiar voice that fills the air with its utmost significance. This implicit power to gain attention on a whim- and it has succeeded.

"There is a mark of distinction for every human being in this sometimes poignant and unforgiving world. Whether you're black, white, red, or yellow... blind, deaf, muted, or limbless... we all have our certain qualities that we take great pride in having. Whether we like to admit it or not, we're all similar to each other- just submerged in different levels of gusto and, on the same token, held back with different shades of mental constrain."

Your eyes narrow, listening to the words. Not being able to help a sense of awareness come over your bodies. A sense of reality being spoken to you.

"We're all just one of God's creatures, when we look in the mirror at the end of the day. But... there's more to it than just that. There's more to it in life than just the simple reality that we're all just one of His children. In certain parts of this world, there are worlds inside of it. For instance, you have the underground Mafia or Yakuza stealing their money and cigarettes, living the rich life in the fast line.

Then there's professional wrestling.

A world inside of a world.

MY WORLD."

Suddenly, a face is seen to go along with the voice- it is Bobby Skylark. Intensified to a premier degree... this was undoubtedly going to be the biggest night of his life.

"In this world, I do not find the disheartening truths about my country- where my President is sending my brothers and sisters overseas like lambs to the slaughter, day by day. I do not worry about someone walking into my home one night, and stealing every piece of property I own within the blink of an eye simply because I forgot to lock the front door. I do not worry about being politically correct and lying to myself and others in order to get ahead of everyone else to make a few extra bucks.

The only place MY president sends me to is the ring, where I have a fighting chance of survival and where I know I'm going to return from once the night is over. The only person I have to worry about walking into MY home, is the new guy with that big fan following who might be so damn good he could steal my thunder right out from under me.

You know what the worst thing is that I have to worry about in MY world? The worst thing I have to worry about is being on the receiving end of a top rope piledriver- and I'd take three of those consecutively before I bend over and kowtow to the falseness of the other world.

To me, that's a blessing. A blessing to be a part of something so unique and exclusive as professional wrestling."

Standing up from the locker room bench, the focused Bobby Skylark looks keeps his body facing the doorway leading out ahead, but turns his neck sideways, looking directly into a standing full-sized body mirror placed against the white coated concrete wall. Skylark nods, and points at himself.

That's what -I- see when I look into the mirror every night.

I see the opportunities I have been given to escape the wounds that wait for me in the other world.

I see the face of a man who's allowed to be HUMAN.

I see the face of a man who, one day, will rightfully claim his place as the best of both worlds."

Looking straight ahead once again he begins walking slowly to the exiting door.

"Whether that time is at Road To Glory or not is irrelevant to me. Sure, it would be nice to be crowned as the PWG Heavyweight Champion... but if there's one important thing I've learned through out my life as a human being, it's that it is the first step that counts."

Opening the door, he stops, and looks directly at the camera before heading out to the ringside area.

"So you best believe in me, gentlemen. Because I'm sure as HELL ready to make it count."

Back to ringside and "Around The Fur" by The Deftones starts up. The crowd IMMEDIATELY leap to their feet, going nuts for PWG poster boy, Bobby Skylark. He comes out with a grin on his face; he's still got the happy go lucky attitude, but you can tell he's all business tonight.

RM: Bobby Skylark is intense tonight, Vincent. He's isolated himself all day, keeping to himself and preparing mentally for the start of this tournament.

VC: He's not isolated by choice, Ron.

RM: How so?

VC: You get close to the kid... kinda smells. I'm pretty sure he doesn't use a shower. Isolated, yes, but because no one wants to hang around the stinky punk.

RM: You just get more and more ridiculous as the show goes on, Vincent...

"Bring Me Down" by Pillar starts up, and here comes Brandon Williams! He's accompanied by Aimee Harper, and the duo slap hands every so often on the way to the ring. Brandon is definitely focused here and should be a tough challenge for Skylark!

RM: This guy is just as focused, Vincent, and may have even more to gain.

VC: Of course he does! Look at what's standing next to him; the after-match party is gonna be way more fun if he leaves a winner!

RM: VINCENT!! That was out of line! Just out of line!

VC: Get over it, gramps! She's probably in it for the same reason Dominguez is with Iley: big paychecks and fast cars.

RM: You need to be taught a lesson in respect, and soon!

Troy Griffin: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is a first round match in the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Title Tournament! Introducing first, to my right... he hails from Ocean City, Maryland - *crowd pops BIG* - and weighs in at 199 pounds... this is "Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark! *the crowd continues to cheer as Skylark climbs to the ropes, acknowledging them* And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Aimee Harper; from San Diego, California, weighing in at 195 pounds: Brandon Williams! *another crowd pop, not quite as large as Skylark's, but respectable nonetheless*

Both men come together in the center for a cordial hand shake. This should be a good, clean bout!

RM: Get ready for some high-speed action, folks!

They lock it up, and Skylark quickly spins around Williams, from a quick armbar into a side headlock, back around to a hammerlock, and now a full nelson! A nice chain from Bobby, but Williams neatly slides down and out of the move, giving Skylark a double kick to the chest! "Skyhigh" flies into the ropes, and Williams gets to his feet, ready for an attack.

RM: Williams showing that he can hang with Skylark early on.

VC: We'll see how long that lasts. This kid was trained by, who? Jon Collins?

RM: Correct.

VC: *chuckles* He won't last long at all, then, Ronny! Skylark'll waste him quick and simple.

Skylark grins at him, and the two lock it up again. Williams goes into a high wristlock, running towards the corner. Skylark has no choice but to follow, and now Williams jumps to the second, now to the top rope. He jumps again, spinning around on the top rope, and now bounces off towards Skylark - releases the wristlock, and snaps Skylark over with a hurricanrana!

RM: Tremendous ability from Williams yet again!

Both men get up and Bobby charges - clothesline from Williams! Skylark up again and runs at him - leap frog from Williams. Skylark runs through to the ropes and comes back - baaaaack body drop! NO! Skylark lands on his feet and runs towards the ropes - spring to the middle and an Asai moonsault! Williams turns around just in time to see him - Skylark half connects, locking Williams with an inverted chancery... OH! Inverted DDT onto the knee! Williams rolls away, arching his back and getting to his knees, sort of glaring at Skylark.

RM: The crowd is loving it, Vincent! These two have such bright futures in PWG, and they're showing why tonight!

VC: But as I said - Williams doesn't last long; Skylark just spiked him hard, Ronny!

Brandon snaps out of it and gets back to his feet - charges right at Skylark! Bobby dropkicks him in the ankles, nose-planting Williams. Skylark up and to the ropes, as Williams rolls to his stomach. Skylark comes back - drops down with an elbow on the neck of Williams! A wise move, catching the youngster off-guard. Williams rolls to his stomach, where Skylark sits him up, slapping on a keylock.

RM: A strange move from Skylark, deviating from his high-flying attack.

VC: He should do some more flips or some crap. Maybe he'd snap his neck like Summers and we'd never have to see him again...

RM: Vincent, remain professional!

Williams spins, attempting to get to his feet; as he does, though, Skylark maintains the hold. Both men standing now - backflip from Williams! He lands on his feet, breaking the hold - oh! He just pulled Skylark's arm, sending him flying to the arena floor! Skylark hits hard, and now Williams needs to take advantage.

RM: Another nice counter from Williams, showing that contrary to your beliefs, Vincent, Jonathan Collins has been a great teacher.

VC: He pulled the guy's arm, Ron! That's nothing special. Let's you and me go down to the ring, ten to one I can pull your arm, too.

Williams shakes off the effects of that arm hold while Skylark is slowly getting up outside. Williams is eyeing him from the ropes, and he looks like he's ready to let loose! Skylark gets up and Williams charges to the far side.

RM: Whatever happens next, Vincent, you'll never be able to imitate!

He comes back - he leaps to the top... Skylark ducks! Wait - Williams is still balancing on the top rope! Skylark ducked, but Williams didn't jump yet! He jumps, turning a 180 on the top rope and Skylark looks back up - MOONSAULT!

RM: OH, SWEET SASSY MOLASSY!! What a move!

VC: Count 'em out, ref! Count 'em both out!

RM: Both men are down outside of the ring, but man, what a risk from Williams! He's pulling out all of the stops!

The crowd is giving an appreciative applause for that effort, while Brandon starts to get back up. He grabs Skylark and rolls him into the ring. Williams enters behind and covers - only gets a two count.

Williams pulls him up again, connecting with a big forearm shot. Skylark stumbles back, winding up in the corner. Williams doesn't give him any time to rest, though, and whips him into the far side. Skylark hits hard and Williams charges - Bobby gets a foot up!

RM: Skylark still has it in him to somehow counteract the attack!

He leaps to the second rope. Skylark leaps at Williams - hurricanrana! No! Williams catches him - OH!! He falls back, and Skylark lands throat-first on the top rope!

VC: Ha-HAH! There ya go! More stuff like that, baby!

RM: Bobby hits throat-first on the top rope, and he could be seriously injured...

VC: Well it's about time!

Skylark is writhing in pain on the canvas and Williams leaps - flying legdrop, right across the throat! He covers; only a two count. He seems a little ticked that Bobby got out there, but he wastes no time in harshly ripping him off of the canvas and back to his feet.

RM: Williams needs to calm down, Vincent. If he lets his anger take over, he'll wind up blowing this one!

Williams whips Skylark into the ropes and moves in - off of the rebound, Brandon dropkicks him in the chest! Bobby flies back into the ropes, Williams is up, Skylark rebounds again - OH! Leaping stunner on Skylark, with a slight variation; instead of dropping Bobby's throat over his shoulder, Williams leapt into the air and drove his throat down into his knee!

VC: I think you're wrong, old man... that intensity has lit a fire under Williams!

RM: You are correct; he's a lot more vicious right now.

VC: Hopefully he'll hit some huge move and injure himself AND Skylark!

He again yanks Bobby to his feet, shoving him into the corner... palm strike to the bottom of his chin! He grabs him by the arm and whips him - no, he spins around... chest first into the corner! Bobby stumbles into a hangman's neckbreaker from Williams!

RM: Skylark isn't gonna be able to take much more of this neck-damage, Vincent...

VC: Ron... those are the most beautiful words I've heard in weeks!

He whips Bobby into the far ropes again - Skylark comes right back with a flying forearm! Williams gets rocked waaaaaay back, and Skylark gets to his feet. Brandon charges in - clothesline from Bobby, and he goes down! He charges in again, and a standing leg lariat! Williams up once more - leap frog from Skylark... no, Williams catches him in an atomic drop! Now a European uppercut! Hiptoss for a trifecta of moves - no, Skylark puts on the breaks. He spins it around - hiptoss for Williams! No, another reverse! And again - wait, Skylark tosses Williams right over the top rope! OHH!! Williams hung onto Skylark, and he hit throat-first on the top rope!

RM: Goll-leeeeee! That throat takes ANOTHER hard shot!

Skylark snaps back into the center of the ring, and Williams is up on the apron. He's priming himself for something... he leaps when Skylark turns around - SUNBURN DDT!! NO!!! Skylark manages to do a handstand on the mat as Williams hits back-first!

VC: What the!?

Skylark flips to his feet - standing moonsault on Williams! He runs over to the corner and springs up - a quick signal to the fans... FALLING SKIES!!!

RM: Outta nowhere!

VC: What just happened?!

Skylark hooks him up and covers... one! Two! Three! It's over!

RM: Skylark wins it! He wins it out of nowhere!

VC: I don't even know what just happened!

Troy Griffin: Your winner, advancing to face John Iley in the next round... "Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark!

The crowd is giving a standing ovation right now; what a shocker of a finish from Skylark! Both men are down, but trying to get to their feet.

RM: That was just outstanding, Vincent - even YOU have to admit that!

VC: Maybe I would if I saw it! I blink for a second and I miss everything!

Both men are slowly up, and they stumble into the center of the ring. They're staring one another down... and each man extends their hand simultaneously! A hand shake, and now Williams raises Skylark's hand into the air!

RM: A nice show of respect, and you've got to think that Williams has still got a lot to prove in the future. A wonderful display here, but he's got an untapped potential in him.

VC: *as Williams joins Aimee and exits...* I see some potential I'd like to tap into, too, Ron!

RM: Hey, quit that! You're gonna lose your job!

Skylark is in the ring celebrating to a much appreciative crowd. He slowly begins making his exit, while the crowd chants his name. The first second round match is set: John Iley versus Bobby Skylark!

Back to ringside, and "Elevation" by U2 kicks in for James Halford to make his entrance to the arena! The crowd is giving him a pretty nice reaction here, showing respect for the veteran star as he makes his way to the ring.

VC: This guy needs to just throw in the towel, Ron.

RM: Why's that?

VC: Well lookit 'im! I mean, lookit you! You two should be playing shuffleboard somewhere in Florida, not hanging around Pro Wrestling Glory!

RM: 1974 Hernando County Champ, right here, Vincent!

VC: Sweet Jesus... I need to find a new cohost...

Halford is in the ring, and here comes the hate! "Invincible" by Skillet starts up and the crowd immediately begins to boo. Troy Fenix jolts out from behind the curtain with his arms spread out and a grin across his face. The crowd wants to see Fenix dead and they're letting him know it!

VC: Now THIS is a guy I can respect!

RM: Respect? What respect? He lost to Bobby Skylark last month and then kicked him right in the face after the match! That's not respect at all!

VC: Yes, which is why *I* respect him. Screw Skylark and his cookie cutter image; Troy Fenix is the guy all the cool kids like!

RM: Well, then, judging by this crowd reaction, there must be no "cool kids" in the audience tonight.

VC: *chuckling* Your words, not mine, old man.

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Title Tournament! Introducing first, to my right; wrestling out of Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in at 205 pounds: this is the "White Phoenix" James Halford! *the crowd pops, and Halford acknowledges them by raising his arms in his corner* And his opponent... *the crowd immediately turns* From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 187 pounds... Troy Fenix! *the boo's only get louder as Fenix gleefully extends his arms to the crowd, welcoming their disgust*

Halford comes to the center of the ring and extends a hand. He's waiting for Fenix, who is still playing up this crowd. He turns to Halford and now he's walking toward him with a cocky grin on his face. Fenix stares at Halford here... James wants the shake so the match can begin! There we go - Fenix accepts it.

VC: See? He's got *some* respect.

They turn back to their corners - oh! Fenix just turned back and dropkicked Halford in the back!

VC: BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! Sucker!

RM: What a no good coward!

He hits the canvas hard, and now Fenix is back up... relentlessly stomping on the back and neck! He stops, walking over to the ropes and yelling out to the crowd.

RM: He's got the advantage, by hook or by crook, and he STILL can't keep his mind in the match!

VC: Like he needs to, Ron? The second Halford tries to make a quick move that replacement hip is gonna pop right outta place! He's easy pickings!

Fenix turns back to Halford, picking him up to his feet. Strong open hand slap to the chest, sending Halford reeling to the ropes. Fenix nails another one and now whips him into the far side. Boot to the chest! Halford flies back again and Fenix charges at him - modified STO!

VC: Nice move! Take that prune out!

He sits him up and walks behind him - SMACK! A big kick to the neck! Right in the base of the neck, Fenix connects hard with a kick. Halford rolls to his side, trying to get away and shake the cobwebs out, but Fenix advances towards him again. A stomp to the chest as he tries to roll away, and Halford gets stopped in his tracks.

RM: This is what Fenix needs to start doing; stay on the man, not play to the crowd.

VC: Hey, when you're as good as Fenix, you can afford to play to the crowd

Troy pulls him to his feet, this time hitting him with a brutal forearm shiver to the side of the head. Halford stumbles away, and I think he may be out of it a little bit.

VC: What'd I tell you? Easy pickings! Halford can't even walk, must've forgotten his pills earlier or something.

RM: What has happened, Vincent, is that forearm shot possibly knocked Halford for a loop.

Fenix whips Halford into the far side - Halford hangs onto the ropes. Fenix runs towards him - back body drop! No! Fenix lands on his feet on the apron! Halford spins around - Fenix ducks a forearm attack, and nails a shoulder into Halford's stomach. Halford doubles over, and now Fenix pulls him out between the top and middle ropes. Elbow to the neck and now he backs up along the apron - OHH!! Good Lord! He comes forward and kicks Halford right in the side of the face!

VC: MY GOD! Just when I thought Troy Fenix couldn't get any cooler, BAM! Right in the face! He is a God, Ronny!

RM: Halford is in trouble! He just falls to the arena floor, and now Fenix is back inside.

VC: He musta killed him, Ron! He's gotta be dead!

The referee is laying the count down on Halford, who is struggling to get to his feet. In the ring, though, Fenix is on the ropes, yelling out towards the crowd. He's not even paying attention! Halford is getting up now, leaning on the apron. Fenix turns around to see this and charges - baseball slide, Halford moves! Fenix slides out, landing on his feet outside... Halford clotheslines him!

RM: He's making a come back!

VC: He just fell to his knees, Ron; there's no hope in site for this chump!

RM: He's on his knees, Vincent, because of the force that clothesline had behind it.

VC: He's on his knees, Ron-

RM: No. I don't even want to hear it.

Halford shakes his head then clutches his neck, getting back to his feet. Fenix is still getting up quicker, though, and grabs Halford by the head as he gets up. Halford breaks the grip! BAM! Forearm shot! Another! Another! No, a knee lift from Fenix - OH! He just through Halford head-first into the steel railing!

VC: There it is! No gas in the tank for Halford!

RM: Fenix playing it smart, rolling him back inside.. but he needs to go for the cover!

VC: Cover shmover - these fans are irate and Fenix needs to tell them how it is!

Halford is pulling himself up on the ropes now, while Fenix slowly makes his way back over to him. He grabs him by the head - shot to the gut from Halford! Another! A third, and Fenix backs off! Halford is up and Troy comes back with a forearm - James bats it away and nails one of his own! Again! Halford is fighting back! He's backing Troy into the ropes, and now he whips him to the far side. Fenix comes back - flying kneelift from Halford, and Fenix goes down!

RM: Maybe this is his chance, Vincent! The chance Halford needed to break loose!

VC: Give it up, Ron - Troy won't fall to this guy!

Fenix is up again and gets rocked with a forearm shot. Halford backs him into the corner, then whips him to the far side. Fenix hits chest first and Halford follows up with a devastating clothesline to the back! He backs up, and now he grabs Fenix, sitting him on the top rope. Halford is climbing up as well... my God, this could end it!

VC: NO! NO! Illegal! Make him stop!

RM: That's not illegal at all-

VC: NOOOOOOO!!!

RM: YES!! That's a super backdrop suplex, and my word, both men are down! What a devastating move!

The count is being laid down once again, and now both men are motionless. At a six count, they both begin to stir. Seven, and Halford is rolling to the ropes.

VC: C'monn, Troy, get up!

RM: If Halford had been able to attempt a cover, you've got to believe it would have been over, Vincent.

VC: If, if, if... it's all arbitrary, Ronny.

Fenix is getting up now, but Halford is somehow up first! He grabs Fenix to his feet and rocks him with a boot to the stomach. Forearm to the side of the head, and now he whips him to the ropes. Fenix comes back - ducks under a Halford clothesline, then stops dead in his tracks! Halford turns around - WHOA!! From The Ashes!!

VC: YEAH! Just like that, outta nowhere!

Halford is down and now Fenix is back up. He goes to the ropes - leaps up and springs off... Fenix Twist... he connects!

VC: Oh, it's gotta be over!

RM: He's got the cover!

VC: One! Two! Three - yes! Fenix beats him!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner, advancing to the next round of the tournament: Troy Fenix!

As Fenix is announced the winner, the crowd begins to jeer him once more. Fenix is back to his feet and this crowd doesn't like it at all! Wait, he's going back to Halford!

RM: Leave him alone, Troy - it's over!

Fenix reaches down... and shakes the limp hand of Halford! Disrespectful!

VC: *laughing* Oh, you're right, Ronny - it's COMPLETELY over!

Fenix is kicking him out of the ring! Look at this!

RM: Just leave him alone!

VC: Why?? He's a carcass in the ring - get him out so Troy can celebrate!

And celebrate he does! Fenix is working this crowd into a frenzy while Halford is helped to the back. What a brash young man!

(We cut backstage, and Joshua Frampton is pacing around his locker room. He turns around defensively as soon as the door is heard opening, and he softens his stance as soon as he sees his trainer, Jonathan Collins.)

Joshua Frampton: Hey Jon.

Jonathan Collins: Look...I'm not going to beat around the bush, Josh. I'm going to shoot straight with you. I know you're worried about tonight. It's your first main event. I don't blame you. I had butterflies in my first one too. Just go out there and be the wrestler you always are. Don't change your game plan just because it's the last match. Just do your thing and you'll be fine.

Joshua Frampton: *nodding* Thanks, Jon.

Jonathan Collins: No, Josh...thank you. Thank you for showing me that I've done good with you kids. You, Brandon, Chris, Jason, and even Hilary...you've all shown me that I've accomplished something as a teacher and a mentor.

Joshua Frampton: You've done more than accomplished something. You've changed lives. Thanks, Jon.

(Frampton shakes Jon's hand in respect before he heads out of the locker room, and we cut back to the ring.)

We're back at ringside where "More Human Than Human (NIN Remix)" by Rob Zombie kicks in. The crowd jump to their feet, giving a mixed reaction as Omega makes his way out from the back. He slowly walks to the ring, looking completely focused, while Dr. Natalie Morgan follows behind.

RM: I'm not sure what to make of this young man, Vincent.

VC: He's not a man, Ronny, he's a machine! He was born into this sport and raised to become the most elite athlete in all of professional wrestling.

RM: Well, he's certainly going to be tested tonight!

VC: What?? By Jonathan Collins?! You gotta be jokin' me!

Joking or not, Omega is in the ring awaiting his opponent. "So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin kicks in, and the crowd erupts! Out from the back comes Jonathan Collins with Hilary Bennett by his side. The two look across the crowd and then start their way down the aisle, completely focused.

RM: This young man, Vincent, has such a great shot of winning it all!

VC: And Omega doesn't?!

RM: Collins is a world-renowned Champion; it would be a feather in his cap to become the first PWG Heavyweight title holder.

VC: A feather in his cap, and a kick in the stomach for guys like me. Collins isn't getting anywhere near that belt!

Both men are in the ring, and Troy Griffin is ready with the intros!

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Title Tournament! Introducing first, to my right... from Oak Park, Illinois and weighing in at 230 pounds; he is accompanied to the ring by Dr. Natalie Morgan, PhD: Omega! *the crowd gives a mixed reaction for Omega; most of them have not seen this young man in action* And his opponent... *as is the case with the previous intros, the crowd pops big in anticipation* From Anaheim, California, he weighs in at 200 pounds and is accompanied to the ring by Hilary Bennett; this is Jonathan Collins! *the crowd pops yet again as Collins plays it up*

Both men agree to the pre-match hand shake with no incident, starting this one off well already! Collar and elbow in the center, Collins gains quick control with a go-behind waistlock. Quick reversal from Omega, but Collins just as quickly spins it around once more, then slaps on a side headlock. Into a front chancery from Collins, but Omega grabs his leg. Jon's on one foot here, but he's also still got Omega's head locked. Dragon screw legwhip from Omega, but Collins retains the front facelock! Almost an inverted Dragon sleeper here, with Collins continuing to work the submission hold from his back. Omega plants his feet, but can't get back up completely as of yet. He's trying to squeeze his hands underneath Jon's back - and he's doing so slowly but successfully. He's got his hands gripped now, and he lifts Jon into the air - overhead toss!

RM: Nice counters from both men, with Omega taking the lead!

VC: You know, that hold was probably a choke anyway! Good thing Omega was able to break it.

RM: A choke?! Collins is a respectable athlete - he doesn't need to go to those depths to pick up a win.

The two lock it up once again, this time Omega spins around Collins and pulls his legs out from behind. Collins hits face-first, and now Omega twists the legs up, locking on a STF submission. Collins quickly rolls to his side, making the move almost ineffective, and Omega breaks it. He stays on Collins, though, rolling him back to his stomach. He connects with a boot to the small of the back, and now he's standing on the backs of Jon's legs. He smacks him on the side and Collins' arms shoot back from the reflex, and now Omega locks him up for a surfboard submission. He's pulling Jon back - rocking back once... twice... third time's a charm!

RM: The leg strength this move takes is just outstanding! Omega is really showing his skill right here.

Omega extends Collins above himself in the air, torquing the spine. He quickly lets go of his arms - oh! Inverted chancery with the legs still locked!

VC: Oh, man! He's gonna snap his spine right in half! PULL HARDER!!

RM: Almost like a Dragon Sleeper Surfboard, Omega is really controlling this one so far.

Hilary is calling on Jon from ringside, getting this crowd behind him. This seems to just drive Omega more, and he pulls Jon back even further! Wait, his shoulders are down!

RM: Omega's got himself pinned!

VC: What?! Garbage! That'll be the only way Collins can win - Omega beating himself!

RM: We'll see about that, Vincent. He lets Collins go - oh, face first onto the canvas!

Omega gets to his feet and pulls Jonathan up, nailing a forearm to the back. Collins stumbles forward, arching his back, and now Omega hits the far ropes. He charges back - OHH! Nasty move! A spear to the back, and Collins flies out of the ring!

VC: This guy is a brute! I like his style...

RM: Born to be a wrestling machine, Vincent, and that is exactly what he has become.

He's getting to his feet, as Hilary comes towards him. She quickly backs away as she sees Omega charging - OHH! Twisting puh-LANCHA!

VC: Even high-risks! This guy does it all!

He quickly gets up, but then grabs for his stomach, clutching at his ribs. He walks it off for a moment, while this crowd begins to warm up to him. A yank of the head and Collins is up, then rolled back into the ring. Omega clutches at himself once more, then slides in.

RM: It's possible that Omega could have injured himself there... hopefully it won't slow him down in the ring.

VC: Like it matters? He's got this thing in the bag!

Up to his feet, and he pulls Collins up as well. He's backed into the corner and met with a big right forearm blast. Collins' head snaps back, but Omega pulls it back down and nails him again! Whip to the far side and Collins hits hard. He stumbles out and Omega hits the rope - bulldo... OHH! Collins turns and clotheslines Omega out of the air! He flips right over, landing on his chest!

RM: No outcome is ever concrete in PWG, Vincent! Just when you think Collins is down and out of it, he comes right back and rocks Omega!

Collins backs off, taking a breather while Omega pushes himself to his feet. Boot to the side of the head from Collins, now another. Omega is up, but stumbles away. Collins charges - just a running charge, sending Omega into the ropes! He hangs onto them, and Collins connects with a forearm. He nails another then whips him to the far side. Omega comes back - leg lariat from Collins! Jon pops right back up, and now he yanks Omega to his feet. Whip into the corner and Jon charges in with a cross body block in the corner! He flips over to the apron as Omega stumbles down the length of the ropes. Collins runs down the apron, jumps onto the second rope outside and springs in - twisting DDT!

RM: Jon is going for the gold here, Vincent! He's not holding back!

He plants Omega hard, but kips right back up! He spins around, letting out a yell to the crowd who are right behind him. He pulls Omega to his feet and whips him into the corner. Omega is stumbling out and Collins charges - headfirst in between Omega's legs, and he flips up his entire body! Collins pushes off the top of Omega's head and jumps onto the second rope behind him... amazing! He jumps in the air and turns around, landing on the second rope, now he leaps off - BULLET TIME!!

RM: What on Earth was all of that?!

VC: He just nailed him, Ron! All that flipping and jumping, and now Omega gets snapped!

RM: Collins covers, could it be?? One... two... yes! He got him!

VC: Oh, bologna! Collins just got lucky!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner, advancing to the next round to face Troy Fenix, Jonathan Collins!

The crowd gives a huge reaction for Collins, who celebrates in the ring with Hilary. Omega is getting up and now conversing with Dr. Morgan...

RM: What's she saying to him, Vincent??

VC: Hopefully something that involves ripping the skin off of Jonathan Collins!

Collins extends his hand and Omega is pausing... no, here he comes - and he shakes it! Omega leaves the ring with Dr. Morgan now, as Collins continues to celebrate.

RM: Omega comes up just short tonight, but who knows what may happen next time, Vincent.

VC: Next time, whoever it is, I think Omega is gonna tear 'em apart!

RM: He very well could...

(Cameras show backstage, where we find ourselves near the entrance. The door slowly opened, and a pair of female legs were apparent to the camera. Moving up, black leather pants clad legs, to an exposed stomach, and a "The Prodigy Has Come" baby tee, was none other than Candace Ford! She smirked, as she stepped aside, allowing Alex Hudson to walk in behind her, in a black button up shirt and black leather pants. They looked like a real item there.)

"Princess" Candace Ford: So are you in the mood to wrestle, Alex? As if I even need to ask...

"The Prodigy" Alex Hudson: You bet your knickers, babycakes. *Smirks* I've never been more ready! Well maybe that one time in Vegas when we were on vacation..

"Princess" Candace Ford: Alex!

"The Prodigy" Alex Hudson: *Laughs* Easy, chickaroo. I'm messing with you! Of course I'm ready. Has anyone even heard from fe-fi-fo-fum Stevie Erickson?

"Princess" Candace Ford: Not that I know of, but don't you worry Alex. You get your chance to shine already, and it's going to just be all that much more easy!

"The Prodigy" Alex Hudson: About as easy as Dominguez on Black Velvet. *he laughs coldly, putting his arm around Candace's shoulder* I like it. Let's do this!

(The nerve of this guy! Candace and Alex walk off, chuckling to themselves, as we fade to ringside.)

Back to the ring once more and the beginnings of "Keep Away" by Godsmack begin to play; this crowd is stirring up into a frenzy! "The American Champion" Chip Masters is making his first of two appearances tonight. This match is a tournament bout, while the second is all about pride. Masters is making his way to the ring, playing up this crowd the whole way.

VC: C'mon, Ronny, stand up and clap!

RM: I will not! This guy's just as bad as Sherrick and Fenix!

VC: What are you, nuts?! He's a ring general! Watch him stretch this big freak all over the ring!

RM: We'll see, Vincent; I have a feeling Wreck is going to catch Masters off guard!

Whether or not that happens remains to be seen. Nonetheless, while Masters screams at the crowd from the ring, Wreck makes his entrance. No music, no light show, nothing - just the big man making his way toward the ring, with the crowd giving a somewhat mixed reaction.

RM: Wreck is a big man, Vincent, and I'm not so sure Masters will be able to toy with him like he tends to do.

VC: Wreck isn't anything, man! All talk, no action-

RM: He barely EVER speaks!

VC: Well, then, no talk, no action! He's gonna get snuffed out!

RM: That big boot is gonna be looking for Masters' shiny head, Vincent, and if it connects, it'll be all she wrote!

Troy hasn't had a chance for intros - Masters is shoving Wreck around the ring!

RM: What blatant disrespect!

Wreck is trying to brush it off and wait for the bell... Masters shoves him again; oh! Wreck grabs him by the throat!

VC: Hey, let him go!

RM: He deserves this!

He's got him wrapped up with his left hand - oh, and he's making Masters shake! He does so and now shoves him away. There's the bell!

RM: A unique way to get a hand shake, indeed.

They come back into the center, ready to go! Wreck goes to lock up - Masters darts down into a single-leg takedown! He spins around the leg of Wreck, and he's got a spinning toe hold on him! He spins it again, then drops an elbow into the knee.

VC: There ya go, exactly what I'm saying; Masters is taking complete control right away!

Masters gets back to his feet, then drives a foot into the knee of Wreck. Another, and now he's dragging Wreck towards the corner. He places his foot on the bottom turnbuckle, then steps on it to hold it into place. OH! He's just stomping on the knee!

RM: A highly effective game plan; take out the kickboxer's legs, and he's got no offense!

VC: Brilliant, I tell ya... he's just oozing brilliance!

RM: The ref breaks it up, since they're in the ropes, and Masters has to back off.

Wreck is trying to get back up, but Masters moves past the ref and grabs him by the leg, pulling him to his back again. A swift kick to the knee and now Masters spins around the leg, sandwiching Wreck's shin in between both of his legs. Masters leaps into the air - oh! He just crushed Wreck's leg in between his own knee and shin!

VC: He is relentless, and it's fantastic!

Wreck is rolling around, clutching his leg, but Masters comes right after him. He's not letting him rest at all; Masters wants to end this one early so he's ready for Frampton later on, who lucked out in getting a bye in the first round. Masters once again pulls Wreck to the center of the ring on his back. He's holding his leg up, just taunting Wreck. The big man sits up and lunges at him - OH! That's what Masters wanted; as soon as he sat up, The Chipper kicked him in the top of the head!

RM: I'm not sure Wreck even had a chance, Vincent... Masters went right for that leg and hasn't stopped since.

VC: No one has a chance against Chip Masters; first Heavyweight Champ, right there.

Wreck flies back, and now Masters moves on; he went from taking out his leg to inhibit his walking abilities to working over the rest of the man, to wear him out completely. Once again, brilliant wrestling from Chip Masters. Another stomp to the head, and now Chip backs towards the ropes. A light bounce off of them and he comes forward - driving elbow into the sternum! Wreck sits up, but Masters throws him back down, covering for a two count.

RM: I don't think that pin attempt was so much Chip trying to win it as it was Chip trying to throw Wreck off of his game even more.

VC: Do I even have to say it? The Chipper is the best, Ron!

"The American Champion" is pulling him up to his feet now. Wreck is limping, barely putting any weight on that leg at all! Masters shoves him into the corner with no respect for the man at all - oh! And he slaps him across the face!

RM: Oh, he just made a BIG mistake!

VC: Mistake?! He knows what he's doing, he ALWAYS knows! He's got a plan somewhere in here...

RM: If that plan consists of Wreck snapping him like a twig now, you might be right!

Masters is backing off, and Wreck moves forward - oh! He just collapsed to a knee!

VC: HAHAAA! There it is! Lookit how weak that leg is!

RM: It's almost like he was just testing him!

Masters grins wide and charges - dropkick to the head! Wreck flies into the corner and now Chip grabs that leg again, rolling to the outside. He twists Wreck around and lifts the leg high - WHAM! Down on the edge of the canvas. Wreck lets out a scream and reaches for it - Masters forearms him in the face, knocking him back down. Masters backs up now... he charges forward - man! Just a straight kick to the side of Wreck's knee!

VC: Wreck's not gonna be able to walk at all after this, man, let alone wrestle next month!

Masters rolls back in, and he's just basking in his handy work. He just slaps Wreck on the back of the head as he clutches his knee! Again! He swings once more - WHAT THE!?!? Wreck grabs his arm and BITES HIM!!

VC: WHAT THE HELL!?!?! Disqualify him!

RM: I have never... my word, Wreck BIT HIM!

VC: That's ridiculous!

RM: The referee is offering a stern warning - but here comes Masters already as Wreck gets up!

Shoulder block into the corner! Wreck hits awkwardly, and Masters picks up that injured leg. He's dragging Wreck into the center, forcing him again to stand on one leg. He's taunting Wreck now! Wreck swings for a slap - Masters ducks it, and he sweeps the other leg out! He rolls Wreck over - STF... oh! Wreck's Seein' Stars & Stripes!

VC: Yes! There it is! He's got him!

RM: Wreck is trapped - he gives it up! He gives up fast!

VC: Yeah, baby! There ya go!

Troy Griffin: Your winner, advancing to the next round of the tournament, "The American Champion" Chip Masters!

The crowd doesn't seem too happy with this outcome, but nontheless, Masters advances. Chip is going to a corner... he's just sitting there. Oh, wait - oh, come on! He's telling the ref to make Wreck come to him!

VC: Oh, oh this guy is too much! What a gem!

RM: This is just wrong! He's going to make Wreck walk, or at least TRY to walk over to him and shake his hand!

The referee has Wreck up now, the big man leaning on the ref. They're making their way over to Masters, his hand extended and a grin on his face. Wreck reaches up and shakes - oh, Masters isn't liking that! Wreck is crushing his hand!

VC: Hey, let go ya big ape!

RM: That's what he gets! Masters is full of disrespect once again, and he's getting what he deserves!

The ref breaks the shake, and now Masters bolts from the ring. He's got one more appearance tonight folks, and it should be a classic!

RM: Wreck is being helped to the back now, and once he's good to go, we're ready for our next match!

VC: C'mon, ya big slow oaf! We've got a show to do!

RM: Ahh, Vincent... always so pleasant to be around.

As Wreck makes his exit from the arena, "Exile" by Slayer starts up. Stevie Erickson, making his PWG debut, jogs out to the ring. He's trying to start something with the fans now... obviously Erickson isn't looking to make friends here.

RM: This guy could be a force, Vincent; look at the size of him!

VC: Yeah, he's pretty beefed up... I'd like to see him come up here and put the squeeze on you, gramps.

RM: No way, no how!

VC: I don't think you'll have much say in the matter. Especially when I'm wearing your stomach for a hat.

Erickson is waiting in the ring while "Superstar II" by Saliva kicks in. The crowd turns to see "The Prodigy" Alex Hudson and his second, "Princess" Candace Ford making their entrances.

VC: I've heard some great things about this guy, Ron.

RM: From the great state of Minnesota; so many greats have come from there in the past, Vincent. Could we see the emergence of another tonight?

VC: I think it's quite possible, unless Erickson over there decides to snap him in half before he gets a chance.

RM: This could be quite an interesting battle. Let's send it up to Troy for the intros!

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Title Tournament! Introducing first, to my right; from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 260 pounds: Stevie Erickson! *a less-than warm welcome for Erickson, who glares out at the crowd* His opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 230 pounds; he is accompanied to the ring by "Princess" Candace Ford: this is "The Prodigy" Alex Hudson! *another ill-received wrestler, but Hudson is playing to this crowd with his "Princess" right by his side*

The bell sounds and Candace exits the ring; these two are ready to go! They're looking to lock it up - waitasecond... Hudson is telling Erickson to stop? What's this??

RM: What is he doing here, Vincent?

VC: Maybe he's got some sort of grand plan we don't know about.

The two are talking in the center of the ring and they're both smiling pretty largely! They turn to the crowd and they're telling them to kiss their behinds!

VC: My sentiments exactly!

Wait - they're leaving! They're leaving together! Hudson is holding the ropes open for Erickson, who gladly exits first. He's starting to make his way out and... what the?? Hudson jumps to the top rope! OHH!! Flying attack on the back of Erickson!!

RM: He was deceiving him the whole time!

VC: That was great! Hudson is a genius!

RM: He just out-witted Erickson, and now he rolls him back inside.

Hudson reenters as well, getting up and quickly landing a knee to the shoulder of Stevie. Back to his feet, and now a driving forearm to the side of his head. Erickson is on his back now, but Hudson gets up and plays to the crowd.

RM: He needs to stay on a guy like Erickson; one wrong move and he'll knock your block off!

Hudson turns back to Stevie, pulling him up to his feet. Forearm blow, and now a knife edge chop! Uh oh! That one just angered Stevie, and he rocks Hudson with a chop of his own! Another, and a third quickly follows! Forearm shot, now a boot to the ribs. Another chop, and a forearm! Boot to the ribs, chop to the chest! Forearm, and now Stevie whips him to the far side. He backs off of the near ropes and charges towards the center... high elbow to the top of Hudson's head!

RM: And just like that, the tide has turned!

Alex rolls up to his feet quickly, but gets nabbed by the hair and feels the effects of another forearm shot. The ref warns Erickson of the hair pull, and he releases his grip; but Hudson uses that moment to drive a knee to the stomach!

VC: And it changes again, Ron! Hudson sees a chance and he takes it!

RM: And now he just whips Erickson to the arena floor! Hudson is gonna take some time to recover from that spurt of energy just now.

VC: Think again, Ron - he's going right out after him!

Hudson picks up Erickson and grabs him by the arm - whip into the ring apron, back-first! Now a whip into the steel railing! Then back into the apron! Hudson is working on that back, perhaps to do more damage when he applies his Bona Fide Prodigy elevated crab submission. Hudson rolls into the ring first this time, and now he's pulling Erickson into the ring by the head. He turns him around, shoving him chest-first into the ropes. Forearm shot to the back from Hudson, and Erickson falls against the ropes. Kick to the spine, and now Hudson spins him around. Whip to the far side, but a reversal from Erickson! Hudson comes back - spinebu... no! Erickson drops him! He couldn't hold him up!

RM: Hudson's attacks have already started to take effect, Vincent!

VC: He's gonna be up there with the ranks of Chip Masters if he keeps this up; just an amazing athlete!

RM: Hudson lands on his feet from the grip and rocks Erickson with a running bulldog! And you may be right, Vincent; Hudson is golden so far!

A two count for Hudson, who picks Erickson back to his feet and connects with a kick to the stomach. Forearm shot across the jaw, and Erickson stumbles away, holding his chin. Hudson with another shot, then he shoves Stevie into the corner. Knife edge chop! Whip to the far side, another reversal from Erickson. Hudson leaps in the corner, but Erickson runs underneath him. Hudson lands on his feet, and Erickson stops short of hitting the corner. Erickson spins around - boot to Hudson's stomach! He bends him over - powerbomb coming up! NO! Facebuster from Hudson! Erickson is wobbling, and now a back legsweep brings him down! Hudson is back up... he's hooking up the legs - Bona Fide Prodigy!

RM: There it is! His submission finisher is locked!

VC: Erickson's gonna snap like a twig!

RM: He's pulling him back - there we go! Erickson gives it up!

VC: You're looking at the next champ, Ronny! I'm calling it right now!

Troy Griffin: Your winner, advancing in the tournament and facing Chip Masters in the next round: "The Prodigy" Alex Hudson!

Hudson takes the big win, but he's gonna have even bigger competition next month in Chip Masters! Erickson is getting up to his feet while Hudson and Candace celebrate to an unaccepting crowd. Hudson turns back to Erickson, are we gonna see a hand shake? Yes, there it is! Erickson pats him on the back and leaves the arena, no incident here.

RM: A nice show of sportsmanship, but what about that announcement, Vincent - Masters and Hudson next month!

VC: I don't like it! It's some sort of conspiracy to pit the two best in this tournament against one another! Ridiculous!

RM: Well, whether or not that's the case is debateable, but up next we've got the final match in the first round - Shawn Braxton and Adam Jenkins with the winner facing Joshua Frampton in the next round!

(Backstage, we find ourselves with Too Hood's Mac Diaz and Lena D. Lena has her arms crossed, looking a little annoyed, as Mac was just leaning against the wall. Adrian Lauderdale was no where in sight.)

Lena D: You know what? As much as I hate to admit it, the Vipers are right about ONE thing. The fact, that it's stupid we were left off the card.

Mac Diaz: What about the, you layin' down part? *Mac chuckles as Lena glares at him* I'm kidding, baby girl, relax.

Lena D: I don't get it! How could they leave us off the card?! Do you see the type of matches they have tonight? It's stupid!

(As they talked, who should walk up, but Adrian Lauderdale. He looked awfully serene for the matter at hand, as he put an arm around Lena's waist. She turned toward him, as he just smirked.)

Lena D: Where have you been?

Adrian Lauderdale: Dealin' with business, woman. Don't worry... nothin' else to do around here tonight, anyway. In case you haven't noticed.

Lena D: See?! It's not right. We should storm the offices!

Mac Diaz: No need to be hasty, girl. We'll get our justs.

Adrian Lauderdale: Sooner than they all think...

Lena D: Well, it better happen. You guys deserve to be claiming tag team gold, and shutting people up, like the Vipers!

Mac Diaz: I thought you sai-

Lena D: Shut up, Mac!

(We fade, with Too Hood walking into their locker room, with Mac and Adrian chuckling wickedly at Lena's attitude.)

To the ring once more for the final first round match, and "The Getaway" by High Holy Days starts in. Adam Jenkins steps out from behind the curtain, a virtual unknown to the PWG fans. He takes a moment to look across the crowd before making his way to the ring, slapping the hands of ringside fans along the way.

RM: He's endearing himself to the crowd here, Vincent.

VC: Endearing? You mean kissing up.

RM: He's not kissing up at all! He's just showing these fans some respect, just like they've shown the guys tonight.

VC: These fans don't deserve any respect, old man - the only guys that deserve any respect right now are me and the next guy coming out!

And as "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benetar starts up, Shawn Braxton makes his arrival. The crowd is on Braxton heavy tonight, and he lets the crowd know how he feels about them as he makes his way to the ring.

VC: Now this guy, he doesn't show these people ANY respect because they don't deserve it, and he knows it!

RM: That's just ludicrous!

VC: What's ludicrous is that Braxton is gonna have to fight here tonight! Clearly he's going to waste Jenkins, but then he has to take on Frampton in the next round... he didn't even have to fight a first round match!

RM: Luck of the draw, Vincent.

VC: Yeah, you keep beleiving that...

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall and is the final first round match in the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Title Tournament! Introducing first, to my right; fighting out of Vancouver, British Columbia and weighing in at 212 pounds: Adam Jenkins! *a moderate crowd-pop for the yet unknown Jenkins* And his opponent, to my left... hailing from Midland, Texas and weighing 232 pounds: Shawn "The Beauty" Braxton! *the crowd begins to boo for Braxton, who just grins and soaks it all in*

Both men come to the center for the hand shake, and we're ready to go!

They're in the center and lock it... no, Braxton side steps Jenkins, and he's strutting around the ring!

RM: He's already taking Jenkins lightly!

VC: No, Ronny, this is smart! He's gonna get Jenkins angry, then he'll be thrown off.

RM: If that is his strategy, it's a good one; personally, I think he's just a little too cocky.

Braxton comes back to the center now, ready to lock it up again. Again, he side steps, and he walks right to the ropes, climbing up and taunting the crowd once again.

VC: Look at Jenkins! He's pissed!

RM: That he is, Vincent. Your idea may be taking effect here.

Braxton hops back inside... okay, he just assured Jenkins that they'd get going for real this time. Here we go! Collar and el... Braxton backs off and runs his hands along the side of his head, then starts strutting once more!

RM: There he goes again - but here comes Jenkins from behind!

Cross face! He snaps him down into a Crippler Crossface! Braxton is screaming in pain, but he quickly shoots his legs out to the ropes.

RM: That's what's gonna happen here if Braxton stays in the mode; Jenkins is just going to take him apart!

Braxton gets up quickly, as does Jenkins. Shawn comes forward - he shoves Jenkins! And Jenkins replies with one of his own! Another shove, and Jenkins shoves him twice as hard! Shawn comes back - oh! He just slapped him across the face! And Jenkins tackles him to the mat!! He floats over him - cross arm breaker! Braxton once again gets to the ropes quickly, and he looks pretty angry right now.

VC: C'mon, give him a chance to recover!

RM: There are no chances for recovery - this is Pro Wrestling Glory!

Jenkins gets to his feet - and now he's strutting his stuff! The crowd erupts with applause, and Braxton hops to his feet. He charges Jenkins - hip toss! Braxton up - drop toe hold! He's up again... Jenkins lifts him up for a spinebuster - OHH! And drops him right across his knee! Braxton flips over onto his stomach - Fujiwara armbar!

RM: Jenkins is just disecting Braxton! He's not going to play "The Beauty's" mind games.

VC: No worries, Ron - Shawn gets right to the ropes again and the hold is broken.

He rolls out of the ring now, but Jenkins is behind him. Shawn is running from him now, Jenkins in hot pursuit! Once around the ring, and Shawn is still running! He slides in now, and Jenkins slides in behind him - elbow drop from Shawn! NO! Jenkins knew it was coming and ducked back out!

RM: Jenkins once again takes a lead over Braxton, outsmarting him here.

He rolls back in, this time with no attack coming. Shawn is lifted to his feet, then gets nailed with a stiff forearm. He tries to walk away but Jenkins grabs him by the arm... into an armbar - hammerlock... OHH! Hammerlock suplex! Braxton got spiked on the back of his head, and now he's wisely rolling to the floor.

VC: Now, come on! Let him have a second!

RM: Well the referee must agree; he's telling Jenkins to back off so he can check on Braxton.

VC: At least he didn't land on his face - thank God he saved his face!

He appears okay, though, so this one continues. Jenkins, however, is looking for a fair fight - he's gonna let Braxton get to his feet and back inside. Braxton rolls back inside at the sixteen count, and Jenkins pursues him. He pulls him up to his feet - oh! Uppercut from Braxton!

VC: There ya go! How's that for outsmarting someone!

Another! Legsweep - elbow drop! Braxton with rapid-fire moves! He gets to his feet and runs to the ropes, Jenkins getting up... high cross body block! Braxton rolls off and Jenkins is back up. Standing dropkick! Braxton is back up and runs to the ropes, Jenkins getting up on rubber legs... OHH! Kneed To Know!

VC: That's what you get, sucka! You can't let a guy recover like that!

RM: But just before-

VC: Quiet, Ron!

Shawn pulls him back up quickly and nails him with an elbow to the top of the head. A second one, and Jenkins drops to his knee. Braxton backs up - comes back with a kick to the shoulder. Jenkins waves backwards, but Braxton catches him, pulling him up to his feet. Whip to the far corner from about the center of the ring. Jenkins hits and sticks, Braxton charges - monkey flip out of the corner! Braxton kips up and jumps to the second rope - twisting splash!

RM: Braxton is just overwhelming Jenkins with these quick moves.

Braxton covers for a two, and Jenkins is quick to sit up. Braxton is getting up, and now Jenkins is, too. Braxton catches him before he can launch an offensive, getting him with a knee to the ribs that doubles Adam over. Elbow to the neck, and Jenkins drops to his knees. Braxton quickly darts to the ropes - Jenkins leaps up on the rebound! He goes for a clothesline... no, Braxton speeds under it! He hits the far ropes and comes back... slides under the legs of Jenkins! He pops back up and Adam spins around - boot to the stomach... HEARTBREAKER!! He spikes him HARD!

VC: Yeah! There it is!

RM: Braxton covers!

One! Two! Three, it's over!

VC: That's right, Ronny! Braxton is going to the next round!

Troy Griffin: Your winner, advancing to the next round to face Joshua Frampton: Shawn "The Beauty" Braxton!

Wait - Braxton's leaving!

VC: Yeah, go party, man!

RM: No, he's got to shake hands!

VC: Ridiculous!

The referee is keeping Braxton in the ring, while Jenkins slowly gets to his feet.

VC: C'mon, he's got some ladies in the back he's gotta see! If he doesn't get back there soon, they may just leave... this guy isn't even coherent!

RM: Give him a second, Vincent, he just felt that vicious Heartbreaker finisher!

Jenkins is finally up, although wobbly. He extends the hand to Braxton... he just wants to leave! The ref tells him once more and now he finally accepts the hand shake. And look at that - telling Jenkins to leave the ring!

RM: Well there goes Jenkins, and Braxton gets to celebrate.

VC: He's gonna be celebrating next month, too, once he defeats Joshua Frampton!

RM: Those two have met once in the past with Frampton coming out on top; could the tables be turned when there's more on the line?

VC: You better believe it!

Braxton concludes his celebration, exiting the ringside area with a cocky grin upon his face. He makes it one step closer to becoming PWG Heavyweight Champion!

RM: This one is all about pride, Vincent.

VC: That's right, and it's gonna be Chip Masters reigning supreme at the end of the night!

RM: It all started last month at Smashed Into Pieces. Masters went on a rampage and took out Jonathan Collins, who was making his debut with the company. Now, Joshua Frampton is looking to avenge his trainer.

VC: Isn't it going to be sad when he crashes and burns?

RM: It could happen, Vincent, but there's only one way to find out; let's head up to the ring!

"Keep Away" by Godsmack hits the PA system for the third time tonight. Could we be hearing it a fourth before the night is over? Chip Masters makes his way to the ring and he does NOT look happy; he's already competed once, taking down the monster Wreck.

VC: This is just completely unfair!

RM: What is?

VC: Masters has to wrestle twice in one night! I mean, not that he can't do it, but come on! He already had to beat Wreck, and now he's wrestling a totally fresh Frampton!

RM: If Masters is as much of a supreme athlete that he claims to be, he'll be just fine.

Masters is in the ring, barely even acknowledging the crowd. He wants Frampton, and he wants him now! "At the end of August" by 36 Crazyfists kicks in, and he's gonna get his wish! Joshua Frampton and Hilary Bennett make their way to the ring, with this crowd on their feet!

RM: Here comes Frampton, and look at the intensity in his eyes!

VC: He better look out, man; if he tries to step to Masters, he's gonna get stretched like Wreck!

RM: I've never seen Frampton like this, Vincent... he's all business right now!

Both men are in the ring now, staring each other down from their corners. Troy Griffin tentatively makes his way to the center of the ring, ready to take care of the intros.

Troy Griffin: The following contest is your main event of the evening, and is a special challenge match! Introducing first, to my right; he hails from Greenwich, Connecticut... *booooo* ... and weighs in at 215 pounds! "The Greatest American Example Alive Today," this is: "The American Champion" Chip Masters! *Masters keeps his eyes locked on Frampton, while the crowd lets him have it verbally* His opponent, to my left; from San Luis Obispo, California, weighing in at 240 pounds... he is accompanied to the ring by Hilary Bennett; this is Joshua "The Purist" Frampton! *the crowd lets Frampton know they're squarely behind him, while Hilary exits. Frampton keeps his eyes on Masters*

Both men come to the center slowly while Griffin makes a hasty exit. A brief hand shake with their eyes still locked on one another, and we're set to go!

Masters goes back... no, wait. Masters is trying to go back to his corner, but Frampton won't let go of the handshake!

VC: Oh, you call this respectful??

RM: Masters deserves whatever he gets for what he did to Jonathan Collins last month!

The ref calls for the bell - Frampton kicks Masters in the arm! Into an armbar, and Frampton snags an early advantage! Masters looks shocked, he just got one upped here! Frampton has the arm locked tight, but Masters rolls forward then to his feet, reversing the hold. Frampton winces in pain and clutches his shoulder - standing backflip! He grabs Masters' arm and twists it around once more, then into a hammerlock with a chicken wing as well! Frampton's got Masters' arms locked, but "The American Champion" quickly rushes to the corner, forcing a rope break.

VC: Yeah, get him outta there! This match should never have started until he let go of the shake anyway.

Frampton lets go clean, keeping his eyes on Masters and keeping his guard up the entire time. Masters cautiously moves out of the corner, shaking off the effects of the arm holds.

RM: These two aren't taking any chances with each other, Vincent, and they can't afford to!

They lock it up in the center, and Masters goes behind quickly. Waistlock takedown from Chip, and now he floats over into a front facelock on Frampton. Frampton quickly wiggles up to his feet, but Masters still has the facelock applied. Frampton is trying to pull out of it, but Masters has a tight grip around his head and neck. Frampton swings his arm and connects with the side of Masters! Masters jolts to the side, and now Frampton nails him again. Masters applies more pressure - and he lifts a knee into the chest of Frampton! Another one! Now lifts Frampton into the air and begins spinning around! Twice, three, four... five rotations, and he lets him go!

RM: Wow! What a show of strength!

VC: He just scraped his face on the canvas; BEE-yootiful!

RM: Sort of a variation of a Giant Swing; Masters is a supreme mat technician!

Frampton rolls into the corner holding his face, while Masters saunters over to him. He drags the youngster up to his feet, and just the way he's acting, his whole demeanor, just shows that he has no respect for this kid! He's got him to his feet and shoves him into the corner. Masters grabs a hold of the top rope and lifts his leg - he's pushing on the chin of Frampton!

RM: Let him out of there, come on!

VC: There's no choke, chump! The ref says it's fine - it IS fine!

RM: Either way, the count is being laid down and Masters has to break it by five.

Masters lets go at four... and promptly begins again! The ref is right in there with the count, and Masters breaks it as late as possible once more. Masters receives a stern warning now... and he's arguing with the ref!

RM: Get your head in the game!

VC: His head is ALWAYS in the game; he eats, sleeps, breathes this sport!

He lifts the boot up again - no, Frampton grabs his leg! He moves a little bit in the corner... oh! A unique move right there; Frampton hits a dragon screw leg whip, whipping Masters right into the corner!

RM: Well, big shot, that little spat just cost him!

VC: He's just playing with him, just wait.

Frampton grabs Masters by the arm and drags him into the center of the ring by it... kneedrop to the inside of his elbow! Another, and a third! Frampton sticks and pivots on that last one, applying an arm lock to Masters.

RM: Here we go, Frampton trying to beat Masters at his own game.

Masters isn't too out of it, though, as he brings his leg up, kneeing Frampton in the side of the head. Frampton lets go quick then gets to his feet. Masters is up as well, but gets caught with a kneelift when rising. Frampton backs into the ropes and charges back - Masters blocks his clothesline with a double axe handle to the arm! Frampton spins right around and Masters catches him with a sidewalk slam!

RM: Nice chain of counters and shots from each man, with Masters taking this one.

VC: He's got a cover-

RM: But only a two count.

He peels Frampton back up to a sitting position, and drives a knee into his spine. He keeps it planted, and now he's pulling back on his arms! Masters quickly changes it up, wrapping the arms in a full nelson with the knee still jammed.

RM: Masters keeping this ground-based attack on, trying to take Frampton out on his own level.

VC: He'll do what he pleases, man; he's "The American Champion!"

Frampton is trying to get out of this one, but Masters has him locked up pretty tightly. He's trying to roll to each side, but Masters isn't letting him out of the hold. I don't think he's gonna get a submission win out of this, but he's certainly wearing Frampton down. He's pulling him up to his feet... and drives another knee into the small of his back! Masters puts more pressure on the hold, almost lifting Frampton off of his feet. He pushes Frampton down - pulls him back up; DRAGON SUPLEX!

RM: Watch out!

VC: No, he lands on his feet!

RM: Outstanding! He lands right at the head of Masters - double stomp to the face!

VC: Oh, that's horrible! Those were illegal stomps!

RM: Illegal sto-?! Give it a rest!

Frampton yanks Masters up and connects with a HARSH forearm blast to the front of the face. Masters wobbles back, going to a knee, but Frampton picks him back up. Whip into the far corner and Frampton follows behind, connecting with a big clothesline. He whips him to the far side, and nails another! A whip back to the other corner and he waits a second before charging. Masters hits and he's running - flying forearm!

RM: Frampton isn't giving Masters a chance to rest at all, Vincent.

VC: He doesn't need it! The Chipper'll make a comeback!

RM: He better start soon; Frampton leaps to the top from the apron...

Missile dropkick to the shoulder!! Masters lets out an unGodly scream, clutches his shoulder, and is shot right out of the ring!

VC: God, is he okay?!

RM: Frampton is going out toward him, but I don't think it's to check on his condition.

He picks Masters up and throws him inside. Frampton comes back in as well, while Masters clutches his hurt shoulder.

He rips Masters to his feet... he's locking him up - T-Bone suplex! And he made sure to dump Masters not on his head, but right on that shoulder! He quickly pulls Masters up to his feet again, burrying a boot in his stomach. He drapes a leg over his neck, tossing the arms of Masters over his leg. He looks across the crowd - holds his thumb in the air, and then flips it down. He leaps - Rocker Dropper! He spikes him hard - and now into a Nagata Lock!

RM: Look at this; Frampton is beating Masters at his own game!

VC: He's not beating no one!

RM: Masters is all locked up with no place to go!

Masters is trying to roll to the ropes, but Frampton isn't letting him budge at all! He's flailing his legs around... wait - he rolls back, and forces the move into a pin on Joshua! One - two - no!! He gets out from under Chip!

VC: Oh, what a brilliant man! He saw the only opening possible and took it.

RM: Indeed, a great move from Masters, who is no rolling into the ropes.

VC: He's gotta catch his breath!

Masters is pulling himself up with his good arm and Frampton can't wait any longer - he's stomping over to him! He reaches for him - Chip kicks him in the ribs! Another boot, now Frampton connects with a forearm. Masters with a knife edge chop with his good arm, and Frampton elbows him in the head. Masters shakes it off and chops again - oh! Frampton just nailed a forearm to the shoulder! Masters' arm shoots out straight and he turns around, in agonizing pain! He turns away - waistlock from Frampton! German suplex! He's rolling through, and another is coming - there it is! The multiple suplexes, Frampton Comes Alive! A third one! Frampton is pulling Masters up, and look at how he's doing it - WHAM! Number four! Each time he twists right at the last second, forcing Masters to land on his shoulder instead of his neck! He's pulling him back up... backdrop driver, again focusing on that shoulder area! Frampton is relentless!

RM: Listen to this crowd! Not only did Frampton just "Come Alive," this crowd did as well!

VC: C'MON, CHIP! KICK OUT!

RM: Masters isn't - oh, he does! He gets his shoulder up right before three.

VC: Can't we get a five minute rest period or something?? Give him a break!

Joshua pulls him to his feet, and Masters' arm is in bad shape. It's just hanging there, not even moving! Frampton whips Masters into the ropes... Frampton bounces off another side - OHHH!! He just Pounced that shoulder! Masters hits the canvas, and now Frampton pops up! He's pointing at the crowd, spinning around... he's got something in mind! He stops showboating and pulls Masters up, to the center. Powerbomb coming up?? NO! Into a shoulder breaker on the knee! He keeps a hold of Masters - double arm DDT, he plants him hard! Frampton spins around on the canvas - RINGS OF SATURN!!

RM: Another submission, this time Masters is so vulnerable!

VC: He's fine! He's fine, Ron, just wait and see!

RM: He's not giving up just yet; can Masters actually stay in it??

Masters is starting to droop! He's not giving it up! He keeps yelling "NO!!!" in the referee's face! Frampton pulls back harder, and Masters bellows in agony! This is insane! Masters isn't giving in! His eyes are starting to flicker!

VC: C'MON, CHIP! He's got something planned, just wait!

Frampton keeps pulling back on the arm, but Masters isn't... wait.. his head just dropped down! The referee is getting in there... he's checking on Chip, the hold still applied! He's yelling to him... wait - he calls for the bell! It's over! Masters is out - he just passed out!

VC: NOOOOOOOOO! No! That's a load of garbage!

RM: Joshua Frampton just made Chip pass out! Unbeleivable!

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

The crowd is on their feet, going CRAZY for Joshua Frampton. He just pulled out one of the biggest wins of his career against an amazing athlete.

RM: Frampton picks up the win, but the real story here may be Chip Masters' condition!

VC: He's out cold, Ron! What a fighter! Didn't even give up! What a man of honor, of courage!

RM: How much are you getting paid to say things like that??

VC: That's none of your business!

RM: Nonetheless, Masters is still down in the ring. The referee is having Frampton leave-

VC: That coward, he won't even shake his hand!

RM: How can he?? He rendered the man unconcious!

VC: A wrestler of TRUE glory would wait for the guy to get back up - but not Frampton, he's hightailing it out of here!

RM: Vincent, you really worry me sometimes...