[We see this small, but energetic crowd cheering loudly here at Smashed Into Peices when all of a sudden, a guitar riff begins to play. It's the opening to "Crystal Planet" by Joe Santriani and then from behind the curtain steps... England's own... John Iley!

As he makes his way to the ring, John is smiling broadly, slapping the hands of the fans on his way. His face almost seems to be in nostalgic thought as he makes his way around the ring and finally up the steps to the apron. He looks out around the crowd and pulls on the top rope, to which he then jumps over and into the ring.

He goes to each corner and salutes the crowd. His face still with that nostalgic look in it. He finally takes a mic and waits for the crowd to die down with their cheers.]

Iley: Thank you so much for that! [The crowd gives one more cheer as Iley looks around, shakes his head and gives a little laugh] You know, this isn't too dissimillar to my first night back home in England. The crowd wasn't much bigger than this, [Puts a hand on his stomach] I've got the same nervous excitement I had for my first match. But I'm not facing some fat bloke from Bolton, pretending to be from 'Parts Unknown' while wearing a dodgy mask!

[The crowd laugh, they may not know where Bolton is, but they understand where Iley is coming from]

Iley: Tonight, I'm facing any combonation of three guys! Maybe I'll just fight one, maybe I'll take on two! Either way I'm leaving the gauntlet match tonight, a winner! [The crowd cheer, they like the sound of it] I mean, look at these guys... Dune, the guys a nut! [His voice gains a little agression, but his face tells us he's having fun saying this] He thought his oppoenents were his old doctors! Hell, what sort of nuthouse did you come from? Lads like you Dune, don't deserve to be in an organisation like this! This is a WRESTLING promotion! Not some minimum security home for whacked out psycho's!

[Harsh words, but the crowd like them!]

Iley: And at Legends are born, you couldn't even handle three blokes in the same match! What makes you think, you'll handle three men in a gauntlet match? I'll tell you what your chancesare, slim and none! [The crowd whoop it up] Then you've Emo Kid Joe. Ol' blubber bear! [The crowd laughs] Here's a bloke who wins a match, then goes crying home to his mother! [He looks into the crowd] And after he's beaten tonight, I hope you've all brought your snorkel and flippers! [He smirks as the crowd laugh again] And finally, Chip Masters!

[The crowd boo at his name, Iley shakes his head]

Iley: Nah, Nah, come on, haway, give 'em a chance, because after tonight he'll be zero for three! [Crowd cheers and laughs as John shrugs] But that doesn't make him a bad person. It makes him a VERY bad person! Even more so, to the fact he, at one time, made disparging remarks about me! [The crowd boo at this, and John sounds a bit miffed off] A long time ago, Masters, made comments that I shouldn't be in this business. That I shouldn't even be in the same federation that he is! Well that is just so wrong Chip! You see, I'm a wrestler, a pure wrestler! Wrestling is my life! I'm only 28 years old and I dont want to give up just yet! Sure, I've never held a major, no pun intended, title. But the fact remains that I'm what PWG is all about! To me, PWG isn't just short for Pro Wrestling Glory, it stands for Pure Wrestling Greatness! And that Chip is why I'm here. My back injuries have finally healed up! I can wrestle again without any worries to my back giving out and putting me in a wheelchair for the rest of my life! I'm a damn good wrestler and proud of it. I don't need to get these people to stand up and give me respect. They know that I'm here not just for me, and personal glory, but for these people too.

[The crowd cheer once again]

Iley: So Dune, Joe, get ready for some Technical Brilliance in John Iley tonight, and Chip you better be prepared for me. Because tonight, you'll see what I'm all about. Remember our tag match Chip, and remember who got the pin! I'm confident even after not being an active competitor for 18 months, that I can win this match here tonight! And Chip, you're going to get the worst of it. Haway the lads!

[With that Iley drops the mic and leaves the ring as Crystal Planet blasts out over the PA. He makes his way back to the backstage area, slapping hands, but still looking intense and focused.]

Dune has anxiously been awaiting Joe's entrance to conclude, and now finds him across the ring from himself. Both men are brought to the center and accept one another's handshakes; the bell rings, and we're ready to go!

Joe starts circling around his troubled foe, who is just turning in his spot, keeping an eye on his opponent. Joe lunges at Dune - Dune grabs him by the throat! He's got a tight grip on the throat of Joe and now he's shoving him back into the corner. The referee is in there to try and break it up - wait - Dune just throws Joe across the ring! He crashes and burns halfway across, and Dune stalks towards him. Joe gets to his feet, wobbly and thrown off, but Dune grabs him quickly. He rocks him with a big elbow to the top of the head, sending Joe back into the ropes. Dune nails another, and now Joe is trying to walk it off. Dune doesn't allow it, though, as he grabs Joe by the arm and whips him into the far ropes. Joe comes charging back - he ducks under Dune's clothesline! He bounces off of the far ropes and Dune spins around - cross body block from Joe, but Dune catches him! He swings Joe up onto his shoulder - OH! Running powerslam into the corner! He ties Joe's legs up in the Tree of Woe, and now Dune runs to the opposite side. He comes charging back - WHAM! Diving dropkick, he nearly took Joe's face off! Joe immediately becomes dislodged from the corner, as Dune gets to his feet. Dune is standing in the center of the ring, looming over Joe. Joe is barely able to get up, but is using the ropes for leverage. He lets go once he's to his feet and spins around - OH! Right into Dunesday! Dune just hammered Joe into the canvas! He hooks the leg and covers - one! Two! Three! Dune defeats the first man in this Gauntlet!

Winner: Dune

Joe is up to his feet now, weeping at his loss, and Dune extends his hand. Joe accepts the shake before exiting to the arena floor.

John Iley made his entrance next, with his valet Leigh Dominguez at his side. He took a moment to soak up the crowd's response, and then set his sights on Dune.

Iley is staring down Dune in the center, yet to officially get this one underway. They're moving towards a handshake - wait... oh! What the... Emo Kid Joe just came back in and waffled Dune in the back of the head with a steel chair! He shoves Iley away and sits Dune up - OH! Another shot, right to the top of the head! Officials are rushing from the back - whooooa! It looks like they don't need to! John Iley just kicked that chair out of Joe's hand and hiptossed him over the top, and to the arena floor! He's screaming at Joe now, who is motionless at the moment.

Iley turns back around, seeing Dune laid out in the center of the ring. He's stirring, but just clutching at his head and his neck. Iley is asking the referee what to do, and I guess we're just going to have to continue the match! Iley reaches down and shakes Dune's hand, at the official's request, and the bell rings to start it up. Iley stomps on the chest of Dune, who is almost completely unresponsive. He stomps him again, this time causing Dune to roll to his side. Iley grabs him by the head, rolling him over to his stomach and pulling him to his feet. Dune is on rubber legs, here, and that sharp European uppercut from Iley won't help at all! Dune stumbles backwards, dropping to a knee, and now Iley charges the far side. He comes running back - OH! Outta nowhere! A desparation move, as Dune lunges up and clotheslines Iley out of his boots! Iley's companion, Leigh Dominguez, was just as shocked at that one as the rest of us, and now she's trying to call John to his feet.

Both men are down at the moment, though, in a move that could prove to be a deciding factor. Dune desperately needed to regain his composure after that attack from Joe, and this could do it. The referee's count is at six, as Iley rolls to his stomach. Dune is slowly starting to move, while Iley is at his knees at eight. Dune is propping himself up on his elbows at the same time, but now Iley is up and still has control. He cautiously advances towards Dune, trying not to put himself in the same position once again. He drags Dune to his feet and connects with a forearm blast. Dune stumbles back again, but this time Iley stays on his man. He backs Dune into the corner and whips him into the far side. Dune hits hard and Iley charges in - a big clothesline! Dune stumbles out but Iley grabs him by the head. John jumps to the second rope and locks a front chancery on Dune - he leaps... tornado DDT! Iley spikes Dune into the canvas!

Iley neglects a pin attempt, and instead pulls Dune back up. He twists him into an armbar, and now quickly to a hammerlock. Up into a side headlock from Iley, now, and a quick step over toe hold. Dune hits face first into the mat as Iley rolls over him, locking on a front face lock on the mat. Iley hooks Dune's right arm with his own free arm, and he flips Dune onto his back. In a snap, Iley spins over and around, locking a cross armbreaker on Dune! A nice display of wrestling skill from Iley, who has grounded the big man in the center.

Dune is struggling to get out of the hold, but Iley is not budging. Dune is reaching with his free arm - and Iley responds by slamming the back of his leg across Dune's face! Dune flattens out, and now Iley wrenches back on the hold once more. I'm not quite sure of Iley's gameplan here, but he could be focusing on that arm to weaken any attempt Dune may make towards hitting his urinage finisher, Dunesday. Dune swiftly rolls himself backwards, placing himself and Iley on their stomachs. Dune plants his feet onto the canvas while Iley continues the arm breaker. Dune locks his arms together now and pulls - he lifts Iley up - and falls back! He breaks out of the hold, and hits a hard slam on Iley at the same time!

Dune sits up, shaking his arm out before placing a hand on the top of his head. He gets to his feet - whoa... a little wobbly there. I'm not sure if he just slipped on a sweat spot on the mat, or if the effects of two chairshots and a later tornado DDT are showing through. Nonetheless, Dune is up to his feet and he pulls Iley up as well. He slams a big forearm over Iley's back and shoves him into the corner. He lifts Iley up, sitting him on the top rope. Dune grabs Iley by the face, holding him in position. He leans back with the other side of his body - BAM! A big, open-hand uppercut to the chest of Iley! The hand slid up and grazed Iley's jaw, nearly sending the Newcastle native spilling onto the floor.

Dune is climbing up to the second rope, now... and hooking both arms of Iley's! Dune's not known to go to the ropes for much more than his spectacular diving headbutt, but he's breaking new ground to win this Gauntlet! He steps up to the top now, with Iley still hooked... whoa, baby! WHAM! In the center of the ring, Dune lands with a crushing double underhook superplex! I swear, the entire building must have shaken on that one! Dune rolls over and covers - but he only gets a two count. Iley barely shot his shoulder up, and now he's trying to roll to the ropes. Dune sits up, again clutching his head and neck. He gets to his feet.. oh, this is bad. Dune just stumbled getting up again, and now he's breathing heavily on his knees. This has got to be from those chairshots from Emo Kid Joe earlier.

Dune slowly gets to his feet, brushing off the referee, and continuing towards Iley. He pulls him up to his feet and connects with a forearm shot. Iley turns and walks away, clutching at his jaw. Dune spins him around again, nailing him once more with a shot to the jaw. Iley falls into the corner, and now Dune grabs him by the arm. He whips him to the far side - and Iley hits hard! Dune charges in... clothesline! He shoves Iley out of the corner, and he falls to the mat. Dune glances out to the crowd, and now he steps onto the apron... he's going to the top! Dune climbs to the top rope, a bit hesistant.. but now he leaps! ILEY MOVES! Dune just bit the dust! He misses his headbutt, and he hits hard! Iley quickly rolls over to Dune - STF... wait - Geordie Aggro! He's got it locked on! But... but Dune's not responding! He's out! He's totally out! The referee calls for the bell, and the second match in this Gauntlet is over!

Winner: John Iley

Iley gets up to his feet as officials once again pour out from the back. They're attending to Dune now, trying to bring him back. Dune eventually comes to, and is helped to the back by two referees. Iley remains in the ring, not celebrating his win, just waiting for Chip Masters.

Chip Masters took his sweet time coming to the ring, letting Iley wonder just what was going on. Masters may have also been trying to force John to lose any momentum he had built. He makes his slow entrance to the ring, while Iley is frothing inside, just waiting to get a piece of Masters. The crowd is really letting "The American Champion" have it here, showing him that they are behind Iley 100%.

Iley is standing in the ring, staring down Chip Masters as he slowly enters. He's taking his time here, perhaps hoping that Iley will overthink his opponent, and be thrown off of his game. Masters saunters into the center of the ring and calls Iley forward. John moves towards Chip and quickly extends his hand, to which Chip replies with a big grin. He shakes his hand back, and this one is under-armdrag takedown from Masters!

He kept the handshake locked, and takes down Iley! He stays on the man, wrenching back on John's arm. Iley quickly rolls backwards, to his feet, and reverses the lock, placing an armbar on Masters. Masters quickly reverses, and then goes behind into a back waistlock. Iley is frantically trying to escape; he bends over and grabs the leg of Masters... and Masters raises his other knee into the side of Iley's face! John gets rocked hard with that one, stumbling away from Chip. Chip slowly comes after Iley, grabbing him by the head and rocking him with a forearm. Iley is in the ropes now, but Masters whips him to the far side. Iley comes back, met with a boot to the ribs. He's doubled over as Masters backs up - and nails Iley with a driving elbow to the side of the head. Masters definitely came in with a gameplan to offset Iley early on, and it has worked thus far.

Iley is down on his knees and Masters stands above him, applying a top wristlock. Iley is once again trying to escape, but Masters is perfectly positioned. He's got all of his weight on the body of Iley, not giving him any breathing room at all. Leigh Dominguez, at ringside, is trying to get this crowd behind Iley. She is successful, but Iley is still struggling to get free. Masters puts more torque on the hold, forcing a loud groan. The referee is right in there, though, and Iley is definitely not giving this one up without a fight. He's waving his free arm around, trying to grab onto something, to no avail. Iley suddenly spins on his knees - and takes Masters over with a fireman's carry takeover! He pops back up to his feet, shaking off the effects of that hold, and Masters is up charging at him. Iley sidesteps and sends Masters into the ropes. Chip comes back and Iley leapfrogs him. Back again and this time, Iley drops down and Masters leaps over his body, into the ropes once more. Iley quickly pops up and Masters comes back - a thunderous powerslam! Iley is up again and Masters hurries to his feet, charging once more - hiptoss! Masters once again gets up - and he's met with an immediate standing dropkick! Masters flies out of the ring, and this crowd comes alive for John Iley!

Masters is trying to shake off that flurry from Iley, but he's not going to have much time! John slides out of the ring and comes up behind Masters, connecting with a running forearm blast! Masters gets sent right into the steel railing, hitting hard. Iley immediately grabs him, though, rolling him back inside. He follows right thereafter, stalking Masters who is now crawling on his knees. Iley grabs him by the head, picking him up and twisting him around. He shoves Masters into the corner hard and connects with an open-hand chop to the chest. Masters barely has time to react, as Iley connects again! And again! A fourth! And a fifth! Masters shoves Iley away quickly, and walks along the ropes clutching at his chest. Iley charges at him, though - and kicks him in the back of the legs! Masters gets sent to his back, and Iley drops a snapping elbow to his chest. He pulls Chip to his feet again and lifts him up - atomic drop! Not a move seen very often, but Iley shoves Masters right into the corner. Chip stumbles out backwards, into a waistlock takedown from Iley! Iley is on top of him now - and he's spinning around on the back of Masters! OH! And a slap to the back of the head, before getting to his feet! Iley is trying to show up and anger "The American Champion!"

Chip quickly gets up to his knees, glaring at the grinning Englishman. Iley calls him on, and Masters obliges, getting up to his feet. The two lock up and Iley goes behind again. He breaks the hold, and he kicks Masters in the, to put it nicely, hind quarters. Masters whips around and shoves Iley, who again grins as he reels back. Masters screams for Iley to bring it on once more, and once again, the two lock up. This time Iley slaps on a side headlock. Into a step over toe hold, bringing Masters down. Iley stands up - and he walks up the back of Masters! He's infuriating The Chipper, but delighting this crowd! Masters is immediately up and spins Iley around - a slap to the face! The grin is wiped off of Iley's mug, and he shoves Masters. Masters comes running back - he tackles him to the arena floor! They flew right out of the ring!

Masters pulls Iley to his feet - he whips him into the steel railing! He charges in - Iley gets a foot up! Masters goes reeling back and Iley charges - overhead belly to belly suplex, on the floor! Masters wastes no time in picking him back up, this time connecting with a HUGE backdrop driver on the floor! Masters is on his feet now, screaming into the face of Iley. Leigh is looking on concerned, but Masters is relentless. He pulls Iley back up and connects with a hard knee strike to the chest. Iley stumbles away and Chip charges at him - clothesline! Iley strikes the railing hard once again, and now Masters dumps him right over! He jumps the railing and now he's picking up Iley... HOME GLORY! A release version of Home Glory, and Iley just crashed onto the crowd's chairs! Those steel chairs were open, obviously, and Iley hit back-first! He's squirming in pain - and now Masters locks on a single leg Boston Crab! Wait - the bell just rang! This one's over! It's a double countout!

Winner: Draw

Masters still has the hold locked on, and now officials are pulling him off of Iley. Masters is being dragged away, while other officials, and wrestlers, have come to the aid of Iley. Leigh Dominguez is by his side, as Iley rolls around in pain on the arena floor.

Post match, Iley was helped up to his feet and over the railing. Officials tried helping him to the back, but Iley shoved them off, demanding that he leave the arena on his own two feet. The crowd gave him a standing ovation, and we prepared for our next contest.

Both men have made their entrances, with the crowd favoring Frampton heavily. Joshua seems to be acting a little more cocky at the moment. Braxton, on the other hand, has his game face on. The two shake in the center of the ring, and there's the bell!

Collar and elbow tie up in the center, with each man struggling for position. Braxton twists out of it, and into and armbar! Joshua has a look of shock on his face, but he reverses the hold quickly. Shawn gets over to the ropes, and Frampton has to break the hold. He holds the armbar up to the four count, and then lets go and backs off. Braxton shakes the arm and joins Joshua in the center once again. They lock up, and Braxton goes behind! He goes from a waistlock into a full nelson, and Joshua looks surprised again! He's twisting around, trying to break the hold, but finally drops to his back... and hits a double thrust-kick into the chest of Braxton! Shawn flies back into the corner and Joshua jumps to his feet. He's getting angry here, and that cocky demeanor is gone. He may have been planning on taking Braxton way too lightly.

The two of them are in the center once more, for another lock up. Braxton AGAIN takes control, this time with a standard side headlock. Frampton lets out an aggrevated grunt, and then backs into the ropes. Braxton is tossed to the far side and comes back - oh! Frampton just caught him with a HORRENDOUS forearm driver! He knocks Braxton right onto the mat! He pulls Shawn up immediately, and connects with another hard forearm. Braxton is wobbly here, definitely caught off guard by this sudden blast. Before Braxton falls into the corner, Joshua grabs him by the head and pulls him in... European uppercut! Braxton flies into the corner, but not for long, as Frampton whips him to the far side. Braxton hits hard chest-first and Frampton runs into the ropes. Braxton is stumbling out backwards and Frampton catches him - OH! A devastating move! He clotheslines Braxton, but goes down to one knee, forcing Shawn to fall back-first across his knee! Braxton rolls around on the mat, and now Frampton is back up.

Look at that face, though - Frampton is grinning again! He spreads his arms out, getting a warm response, before very slowly coming over towards Braxton. He pulls him up to his feet and shoves him into the ropes. Braxton comes back, and Frampton slaps him across the face! Braxton hits the ropes again, bouncing back, and this time Frampton connects with a palm-strike to the chest! Braxton bounces into the ropes again and clutches his chest. He comes bouncing back - he ducks under a discus clothesline! Frampton his the ropes now and when he comes back - WHAM! He's met with a Samoan drop! Frampton goes down hard, and he deserves it - he was just toying with Braxton, and he needs to take him seriously!

Braxton pulls Frampton to his feet and whips him into the far side. He hits hard and stays, and Braxton charges - clothesline into the corner! He spins Frampton around, now, shoving him chest-first in the corner. Braxton runs back to the center of the ring and spins back, charging - flying knee, right along the spine! Frampton had nowhere to go there, taking all of the pain in his back. Braxton lands on his feet and drives his shoulder into the lower back! He drives it in again and now he locks his arms around the waist. He lifts Joshua out of the corner - backdrop suplex! Frampton rolls to his stomach, clutching his back. Braxton yanks him up to his feet and nails a forearm to the back. Frampton drops to his knees and Braxton runs to the ropes behind him. He charges back - basement dropkick, right into the spine! Braxton is trying to prevent Frampton from lifting him up for that Purity finisher.

Braxton is going out to the apron, and he's climbing to the top rope. Frampton is getting up in the ring, and he's up to his feet, but bent over with his hands on the mat. Braxton jumps off of the top - OH MY! He just jumped and landed FEET FIRST on the lower back of Frampton! He bounces off and lands on his feet, getting an appreciative applause from the crowd, while Frampton crumbles to the mat. Braxton has really turned it up here, and he's showing us something special tonight. Braxton turns back to Frampton again and pulls him to his feet. He hoists him up - Canadian backbreaker! He's got a submission hold locked on Frampton in the center of the ring, and he may take the win right in front of us! He's shaking Frampton up and down, putting some serious punishment on his back. The ref is in there asking, but Frampton is still saying no. He's just dangling there, folks, and it does not look good if you're a Frampton fan.

Frampton is kicking his legs now, and Braxton is trying to hold onto him. Frampton is kicking violently now - and he lands on his feet behind Braxton! He slumps down but quickly straightens up - hangman's neckbreaker! Frampton just took back this match! Both men are down on the canvas, trying to be the first one to get control. Frampton is sitting, holding his back, before slowly starting to get to his feet. Braxton is slowly moving as well, but Frampton is up first. Braxton moves towards him - kick to the stomach from Frampton. He nails a forearm blast to the side of the head, sending Braxton spinning. He grabs him again and whips him into the ropes. Braxton comes back - Yakuza kick! Frampton rocks him hard, and he flies into the ropes. He comes charging back, though, and Frampton leapfrogs him. He lands - oh! He's holding his back! He must have jarred it on the landing! Braxton spins around and shoves Frampton in the back. He flies into the ropes and comes back - The Ripoff! NO! Frampton catches Braxton's leg and sweeps the other one. He's hooking him up... The Purifier! He's got The Purifier locked on, a variation of the Texas Cloverleaf! Braxton is locked up in the center of the ring, and Frampton is really wrenching back on it! The referee is asking Braxton, but he's saying no. Frampton is continuing the hold, but Braxton it still denying... no! There it is! He gives it up! Frampton wins!

Winner: Joshua Frampton

After Frampton released the hold, both men stayed on the mat for a couple of minutes, struggling with the pain running through their bodies. Once they got to their feet, Frampton extended his hand to Braxton, who accepted immediately. Braxton left the ring, allowing Frampton to soak this victory up.

(The crowd starts booing as The Vipers make their way to the ring.)

Bane: You guys should be standing up and applauding, not booing us. We are the only undefeated tag team in PWG.

(Crowd boos louder.)

Payne: Can you believe our luck, Bane? Our first two matches in PWG are both triple tag team matches. And because Kruel Intent are quitters, tonight is a triple team elimination match.

Bane: Those quitters don't even have the balls to stay here.

Payne: One of our opponents tonight proved last month that they are too young to even have balls and the other team has theirs kept in a jar by their manager. And since you're probably too stupid to realize it, I'm talking about you Too Hood. Also, from what we heard, that little lady ringside isn't a lady at all. You nasty freaks. Tonight, your first match will also be your first loss. Last month we started our PWG legacy with an unbelievable win against not one, but two teams. Tonight we will have an unbelievable win against two teams again. Well, Rebellious Youth, you got you're rematch that you badly wanted and you know the saying, be careful what you wish for, because yo---

(Bane taps Payne's shoulder.)

Bane: I have an apology to make.

Payne: You do?

Bane (in a somber voice): Yes. Rebellious Youth, last month, I called you Britney and Christina. I was mistaken and I am sorry Harry and Jeff.

Payne (a puzzled look on his face): Am I hearing this right?

Bane (still in a somber voice): Yes Justin, I am sorry for calling Rebellious Youth, Britney and Christina. I should have called them by their real name...(smiles)Hanson.

(Payne laughs hysterically!)

Payne: Now ya got it Bane. They sure do remind me of those long haired boys, because The Youth ARE boys. And tonight, we're gonna "mmbop" you into pieces.

Bane: And after tonight, we will still be undefeated and on our way to tag team gold. Last month, we started our road to glory. Tonight, this is just a pit stop on the road of glory. And in a month, two months, whenever the tag team titles will be on the line, we will walk out as the undefeated Pro Wrestling Glory tag team champions.

Payne: Last month, neither of you felt the Viper Bite. Tonight, both of you will be bit, and you will realize that viper bites are venomous.

(The Vipers leave the ring.)

Wreck and Mark Sherrick have both made their entrances here, and the crowd is solidly against Sherrick, but split for Wreck. Perhaps they remember the way Wreck reacted at Legends Are Born, and aren't quite sure how to take him. Nonetheless, the two shake hands in the center and we're off!

This match was setup through an open challenge offered by Mark Sherrick, answered by Wreck, and both men have got something to prove tonight. They lock it up in the center, and Wreck easily takes control. He's got ten inches and over a hundred pounds on Sherrick, and backs him right into the corner. He releases with a clean break - but Sherrick shoves him. Wreck has a grin across his face - and now he grabs Sherrick by the head with both hands! He pulls him out into the center of the ring - boot to the stomach! Sherrick gets lifted right off of his feet and now Wreck nails him with a knee strike! Another, and he lets go of Sherrick. Mark stumbles away, but Wreck stalks after him. He grabs him, spinning him around - but Sherrick breaks Wreck's grip and kicks him in the leg! Wreck reaches down to his leg - and now Sherrick nails him with a running knee lift! Wreck flies backwards and Sherrick comes off of the ropes - clothesline! Wreck stumbles some more, but doesn't go down. Sherrick runs back into the ropes and connects with another clothesline! Wreck remains on his feet, and Sherrick returns to the ropes. He comes back - clothesli-no! Black Hole Slam from Wreck! He got some insane velocity on that one, spiking Sherrick down on his upper-back.

Wreck yanks Sherrick to his feet with ease and nails him with a quick kick to the small of the back. Sherrick arches, and now Wreck grabs him in an inverted chancery. He lifts him into the air - inverted suplex! Sherrick gets hit hard once more on the mat, and Wreck covers, only to get a two count. He wastes no time in picking Sherrick up again, this time whipping him into the far corner. Wreck waits for Sherrick to hit, then charges in... and gets met with a pair of boots to the chest! Wreck flies backwards, but charges back in - this time nobody's home! Wreck hits hard chest-first and Sherrick is behind him - legsweep! Wreck is flat on his back - oh! Senton backsplash from Sherrick onto Wreck's knees! Obviously prepping Wreck for the Hunter Breaker.

Wreck sits up in pain, but Sherrick pushes him back down. He straightens out his leg and holds it down; he handstands into the air... and comes down with his own knees across the knee of Wreck! Wreck sits up, trying to clutch his knee in agony, but Sherrick shoves him down once again. Sherrick stands up, placing Wreck's foot on the bottom rope. He bounces off of the rope and comes down, sitting right along the leg of Wreck! He stands and now he grabs Wreck - and he's got a figure four leg lock on! Sherrick is right by the ropes in the corner, too, which means Wreck is completely out of reach of those ropes! If he wants a rope break, he's either going to have to flip this move over to reach the side ropes, or drag himself the entire length across the ring.

Sherrick applies more pressure to the hold, while the "Thailand Murderer" screams in agony. Sherrick is taking away most of Wreck's ability here; not only will the big man not be able to support himself as well on those legs, but he's also known to rely on his kickboxing background. Without those kicks, especially his Wrecking Ball finisher, Wreck may already be a beaten man! Sherrick continues the hold, and now Wreck is trying to rock to his side. Mark is attempting to keep him from moving, but he can't for long - Wreck flips it over! He keeps rolling, though, and now he finds himself on the apron, with Mark on the inside. The referee is forcing a break quickly. Sherrick lets go and rolls into the ring, while Wreck is trying to pull himself up on the apron. Waitaminute... look at the look in Sherrick's eyes! He's got a devilish grin on his face; Wreck stands on the apron and Sherrick charges the ropes. Springboard and a twist - TORNADO DDT! NO!!! Wreck spins all the way around, letting Sherrick's feet touch the apron for a moment. He lifts him back into the air - OHH! He just threw Sherrick into the air, and he lands chest and stomach-first on the ground outside of the ring!

Sherrick was trying to go for that tornado DDT that took Bryan Summers out of PWG last month, but Wreck was able to stay away from it. Wreck enters the ring again, trying to walk off the effects of that figure four leg lock. Mark is rolling around, clutching at his abdomen on the outside, though. The refere is laying down the count, at a six while Sherrick rolls into the steel railing. He's trying to pull himself up, while Wreck rubs his knee inside of the ring. An eleven count, and Sherrick is up, he stumbles back right into the ring apron. Wreck sees him and hobbles over, grabbing him by the head. He lifts him onto the apron and hooks him up... suplex into the ring! Wreck sits up, pulling hismelf up with the ropes. He's still favoring that leg, while Sherrick continues to clutch at his chest in the ring. Wreck walks a semi-circle in the ring before coming back, lifting Mark to his feet.

He shoves Mark into the ropes and nails him with a high kick to the side of the head! Wreck kicks his leg out a couple of times, again trying to work off Sherrick's attack earlier. He nails a palm strike, nearly sending Sherrick out of the ring again. He whips Sherrick into the far ropes and he comes back, met with a leaping knee to the face! Sherrick slumps down to his knees, but as Wreck lands on his feet, he clutches at that knee again. Sherrick shakes his head after seeing this, and he clips Wreck from behind! Wreck falls to his knees as well, and now Sherrick uses him as a crutch to get back up. He pulls Wreck up and shoves him into the corner. He grabs his leg, holding it up... Dragon Screw Legwhip coming - no! Wreck grabs Sherrick by the throat!

He turns the tables, putting Sherrick in the corner. He nails him with a chop to the chest, and now he whips him into the far corner. Sherrick is stumbling out and Wreck charges - Wrecking Ball! NO! Sherrick ducks it and goes behind... German suplex coming! No! He can't lift Wreck! Wreck elbows Sherrick in the head, and he flies into the corner. Sherrick lifts himself into the air on the top rope - and he kicks Wreck in the back! Wreck flies across the ring and now Sherrick leaps to the second rope. Wreck spins around and charges the corner; Sherrick leaps - tornado DDT! He hits it in the ring! Now he grabs Wreck's legs, and he's locking him up... Hunter Breaker! He's got Wreck wrapped up in the center of the ring! The big man is struggling, but he can't escape! Sherrick has him trapped! Wreck isn't giving up, though; Sherrick sits back on the move further - and there it is! Wreck gives it up! Sherrick wins it!

Winner: Mark Sherrick

After the match, Sherrick gloated to the crowd, while Wreck writhed in pain on the canvas. Wreck got to his feet and offered his hand, which Sherrick accepted. He then motioned for Wreck to leave the ring, so he could continue to celebrate his victory.

(From the backstage area as "Gasoline Dreams" by Outkast played, from the backstage area walked Lena D., leading Mac Diaz and Adrian Lauderdale, "Too Hood", out to the ring. Both Adrian and Mac taunted the crowd, but their egotistical ways didn't seem to impress the crowd. They made their way down to the ring, with Adrian holding his arm around Lena's waist, a smirk on his face. Mac took the microphone first, grinning to himself. The music cut out as he started to talk.)

Mas Diaz: I can't believe we actually have to come out here and entertain you people. I mean, come on, don't ya'll respect talent when you see it? *Booing* It's only inevitable that all you people should be bowing before Adrian and myself. We're gonna show you guys what it's all about tonight.

Adrian Lauderdale: *Taking the microphone* Ya see... we ain't gettin' the respect we deserve. We should be worshiped, just because of my woman! *he gestured to Lena, who just smirked* But for real, the team Too Hood is already makin' an impact. It's just sad these chumps, the Vipers, and the Olsen Twins are gonna beat us.

Lena D: Actually Adrian... *She spoke up* They're called Rebelious Youth, Jeff and Harry.

Adrian Lauderdale: Who cares, woman!? *Booing, as Lena looked shocked* You should know better than to correct me of all people! I'm Adrian Lauderdale! The Original F'n Gangster! YOUR fiancee! You got a lot of nerve...

Mac Diaz: Yo, man. Don't drift from the match... you can deal with her later...

Adrian Lauderdale: *Glaring at Lena* You can bet I'll deal with you later... *Lena frowned as Adrian went back to his talking* But once we beat these suckers like only we know how to? It's gonna be all over but awarding Too Hood their rightful gold. It's only RIGHT that we hold those titles! We're the franchise! So bring those boys out, it's time for us to clean this mess up straight thug! What!? Bring it on out!

Each team has made their entrances, with Rebellious Youth clearly garnering the fan acceptance. Too Hood are coming off of Adrian's big win at Legends Are Born, and they'll be the first to remind you of that. The Vipers, on the other hand, are primed for this contest and are looking even further ahead, towards tag team gold. The six participants exchange hand shakes, and then it breaks down to Justin Payne and Harry Kewell.

The two men come into the center, and Kewell is looking to lock it up. Payne moves towards him - and slaps him across the face! A blatant show of disrespect for the eldest Kewell - and it's responded by with a slap from Harry! Payne is taken back by it, but he charges back towards Harry, but gets side-stepped. He spins around quick and Kewell connects with a forearm blast. Another, and Payne is in the ropes. Whip to the far side and a kick to the ribs from Kewell. He runs to the ropes - blind tag from his brother Jeff, and Harry returns with a dropkick to the side of Payne's head. He falls to his back just as Jeff gets to the top rope - flying elbow drop! He covers Payne, but only gets a two count. Jeff picks him up and connects with a forearm. Payne swings wildly, but he's not even facing Jeff at the moment. Jeff grabs him, shoving him into the corner. He's laying the boots into Payne's stomach, working over his unrefined foe. He whips him quick into the far side and charges in right in behind him. Jeff connects with a flying forearm, and Justin falls to the mat. Jeff is climbing the ropes now... and he's stopping to pose for the crowd! He's calling out to them, and they respond; Jeff's brother Harry, though, is yelling at Jeff to look out... because Payne just knocked him onto the arena floor! He hits hard on the steel guard rail, and now Payne is climbing to the top?! He's up on the top rope and Harry is draped throat-first over the railing... LOOK OUT BELOW!! OHH! Oh my! Payne just came flying off with a double axe handle to the neck of Jeff! He hits throat-first on the railing, and now he's squirming on the floor! Payne rolls back inside, and now the referee is restarting his count. Harry is coming over to check on his brother - but he's behind the referee's back, and gets grabbed by Bane - boot to the stomach, and a DDT on the ground! Bane hops back into his place; if the ref had turned to see that, the count would have surely been restarted again. Smart move from Bane, becaue the referee's count is up to 16! 17! Jeff is crawling towards the ring. 18! He grabs the ring skirt. 19! He's got a hold of the bottom rope.... 20! Rebellious Youth take their first lost in this match-up!

Payne tags out to Bane wisely, while Mac Diaz enters to make his Pro Wrestling Glory in-ring debut. Mac walks straight into the chest of Bane - look at the attitude! Diaz has to believe he's ten feet tall if he's a foot, because he's not backing down at all. Bane is looking around, kind of grinning - and gets caught by a kneelift to the midsection! Forearm from Mac, and another. He runs into the ropes and returns - Bane grabs him by the throat! He's gonna finish him off - Bane Of Hummani-no! Bane lifted Mac up for the chokeslam, but instead receives a stiff kick to the chest! Mac falls to his feet and kicks high, connecting with Bane's right elbow! Bane clutches his elbow and spins around; he turns back towards Diaz, and gets dropkicked in the knees! He falls to his face, and now Mac tags in Adrian.

Mac pulls Bane's arm, locking on an armbar. Bane is on his knees and Adrian comes in, running to the ropes. He comes back - dropkick to the elbow! Bane lets out a scream, staying on his knees, while Diaz exits. Adrian connects with a stomp to Bane's upper arm, hoping to disable any chance Bane will have of hitting his Bane of Hummanity chokeslam. He locks fingers with Bane and steps on his neck, shoving his face into the mat. Another quick tag to Diaz, who enters at warp speed. Adrian continues the grip and lifts the arm up - and Mac kicks Bane in the crook of his elbow.

Too Hood are definitely wrestling the smart team's match here thus far. On the other side of things, the Kewell brothers have now regained their spots on the apron, with Jeff continuing to favor his neck and throat. Back in the ring, Mac nails a kick to the back of Bane's head. Bane has been stuck on his knees in the ring for a few minutes now, and it doesn't look like Too Hood have any intentions of letting him up. Mac charges across the ring - he nails Payne! Justin charges in now - and in comes Adrian! Mac is holding the arm up in an armbar, and now Adrian is just laying in the kicks to the arm! Rapid-fire blows to Bane, and these two are relentless. Adrian keeps his eyes on Payne, and exits at the same time. The referee turns back around and sees nothing more than Mac with Bane in an armbar. He reaches out now, though, and tags in to Adrian yet again.

Adrian comes back in and Diaz grabs Bane's wrist. He slides out under the bottom rope, pulling Bane's arm down. Adrian leaps into the air - and he stomps on the top of Bane's shoulder! Bane rolls away now, clutching at his arm while Adrian makes sure to get in between The Vipers. Bane is crawling towards Bane, but Adrian connects with a boot to the top of his head. Bane stumbles back and now Adrian charges to the ropes. He comes back - Bane pops up! He swings, but Adrian slides underneath his legs. Bane turns around - and Adrian slaps him! Bane looks away and slowly turns his head back... look at the anger in his eyes! He lunges towards Adrian - who dives away, and tags in Harry Kewell! Brilliant!

Bane doesn't seem to care now, as he grabs Harry with his left arm and drags him over the top rope. He whips him to the ropes with his good arm and connects with a big boot on the rebound. With Kewell down, Bane tags in Payne to take over.

Payne enters and drops a knee across the forehead of Harry. Harry sits up, clutching his face, and Payne backs into the ropes. He comes back, nailing a kick to his spine. Harry arches his back - and now Justin drops down with an elbow to the forehead! Payne stands back up, dragging Kewell with him. He nails him with an open-palm uppercut, chattering Harry's teeth together. Kewell backs into the ropes, holding his jaw, but Payne quickly grabs him and whips him to the far side. Harry comes back and gets rocked with a clothesline, taking him to the mat hard. Payne backs into the ropes, measuring Harry - and nails him with another elbow. The ball is in The Vipers' court, here, as Payne drags Harry to the corner, tagging in Bane.

Bane looks refreshed at the moment, shaking off the effects of the arm attack earlier on. Payne holds Harry open, and Bane nails him with a kick to the chest. Harry doubles over, allowing Bane to nail him across the spine with a hammering right hand. Bane quickly pulls back, still feeling the effects of Too Hood's offense. Harry is whipped to the ropes again, this time Bane catches him on the side - sidewalk slam! Bane quickly gets to his feet, dragging Harry by the leg with his left hand, and tagging out to Payne quickly.

Justin enters the ring, pulling Harry to his feet. He drives hi shoulder into his stomach and backs him into a neutral corner. Payne lifts Harry up, sitting him on the top rope. Payne is climbing up - Harry nails him in the ribs. Payne staggers, and then gets nailed again! Harry reaches back - forearm to the face, and Payne hits the canvas! He gets up quick, though, and charges at Harry - he gets a boot to the face, and lands on the mat once more! Harry is standing up on the top, now... and leaps! Shooting Star Press - NO!! Justin got the knees up, and now he rolls Harry over! One! Jeff charges in! Two! He gets cut off by Bane! Three!! Rebellious Youth are out of here!

The crowd is a bit surprised here, seeing one team take two falls consecutively to lose, but as Rebellious Youth exit, Adrian jumps Payne frmo behind! Forearm to the neck and Payne flies into the ropes. He turns around and Adrian connects once again, this time the forearm hits flush against the jaw. He nails another hard shot, and then whips him to the far side. Payne comes back - kneelift to the ribs from Adrian. He hooks up the arms... pumphandle slam! Adrian drives Payne into the mat and covers - only a two count. Payne kicks out on his own, and now Adrian is back to his feet. He drives a boot into the neck, sending Bane to his hands and knees. He grabs him in a quick armbar, dragging him over to Diaz for the tag. Mac jumps to the top rope and comes down - elbow to the head of Payne. Lauderdale leaves the ring, while Diaz hits a palm thrust into the throat. He gets a warning from the official, and then follows up with a forearm blow. Payne returns the favor with a forearm of his own! Diaz comes back with another. Payne goes for a second of his own - but Mac grabs his arm, twists behind him - release German suplex! Mac spikes Payne down on the back of his neck, rolling his body into a ball. He's quick to his feet and makes the tag to Adrian. He pulls Payne up and whips him to the far side. He charges back - Mac lifts Payne into the air and Adrian catches him on his shoulders... B-Unit! He drives Payne into the mat! Mac charges at Bane, knocking him to the floor - and Adrian picks up the three count on Payne! Too Hood have the advantage now!

Adrian lifts Payne to his feet and whips him to the far ropes, with Mac's assist. He comes charging back - Street Smart! A double team finisher, and Adrian covers! One! Two! Th... no! Bane breaks up the pin! They almost bit it there, but Bane made the save just in time. He grabs Mac by the head and throws him right over the top rope! He lands hard on the floor, and now he turns around to grab Adrian. He grabs him by the throat - WHAM! Bane of Hummanity! Bane nails his own version of the chokeslam, and now he rolls Payne on top of him. He exits the ring, and the referee has no choice - he HAS to count! One... two... three! It's all tied up again!

Both men are on their back at the moment, though, with neither team really having a clear advantage right now. Bane is on his feet on the apron, though, while Lena D tries to help Mac to his feet. Payne is starting to show signs of life before Adrian, and that could spell trouble for Too Hood. He's crawling towards his corner, while Adrian is barely starting to roll. Mac is up on the apron now, shaking that toss from the ring off, and calling Adrian to his feet. Payne is inching closer to Bane, and now Adrian rolls towards Mac. Bane gets the tag - and so does Mac! Mac bursts into the ring and catches Bane stepping over the top rope! He just runs right into him, and now he's rocking him with forearm blasts! Bane is stuck on the top rope and now Mac leaps to the second rope. He jumps back towards Bane - neckbreaker off of the ropes! Bane hits sharply - Mac covers... only a two count! Bane sits up and Mac connects with a swift kick to the neck. He quickly grabs the arm again, going back to what helped Too Hood earlier on. He twists it into an armbar... forearm to the elbow! And now an elbow! Forearm! Elbow! Forearm! Elbow! He twists into a hammerlock now and grabs Bane by the chin from behind - he pulls him back, and Bane's hammerlocked arm lands on the knees of Mac! That could cause some serious damage, folks! Adrian is getting himself back together on the apron, while Mac kicks Bane towards the corner. Bane is rolling away from the blows, and now Mac runs to the ropes. He comes charging back - flying knee to the face! Bane falls back into the ropes, and Mac covers again! One... two... no! Payne stops it! In comes Adrian!

Adrian is hammering Payne with forearm shots to the jaw, right back to the ropes. Adrian backs up - Yakuza kick, and Payne flies to the floor! Mac just got thrown into the corner by Bane, who charges at Adrian. Mac yells to Adrian, and he ducks! Bane hits the ropes as Adrian rebounds off of the opposite side. He comes flying back - WHOA! Back body drop from Bane, and Adrian crashes onto Payne outside! Bane spins around to see what he just caused, but turns back around - enziguiri from Mac! He goes to a knee... and a second one! Bane is on his knees and now Mac runs back, charges forward - dropkick to the back of the head! Bane hits face first on the canvas, and Mac quickly jumps up to the top rope. Bane is rolling over - Mac leaps... MAC ATTACK! He hits it perfectly! He covers - one! Two! Three!! It's over! Too Hood get the victory!

Winners: Too Hood

Post match, these four spent athletes exchange bitter sweet handshakes. The Vipers exit the arena, maintaining eye contact with Too Hood, who then proceed to celebrate their victory.

(The crowd is patiently awaiting their next contest, when suddenly an unfamiliar song begins to play. An organ is playing over the speakers, while the crowd rises to their feet, looking around quite confused. Murmers begin circulating around the building and then suddenly the song kicks in harder. "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA system, and out from behind the curtain steps PWG Owner, Corey Collins. He's wearing a huge grin across his face, while carrying a black, velvet back at his side. He's dressed to the nines, soaking in a decent applause from this crowd. Most of them know who he is from his previous work, and are anxious to hear what he has to say tonight. He strolls around the ring, still grinning and looking across the crowd. As he circles the ring once completely, he leaps up onto the apron. He wipes his feet on the apron and then steps inside, walking over to Ring Announcer, Troy Griffin. The two exchange pleasantries with one another, and then Collins is handed the microphone, while Griffin exits the ring. Collins stands in the center of the ring, still grinning, as his music fades out. The crowd continues to applaud him, and he soaks it in for a moment before raising his hand to the crowd as a signal for quiet. They comply, and Collins brings the microphone up to his lips.)

PWG Owner Corey Collins: Well, well, well... here we are! I never thought I would see the day when I would be standing in a ring, looking across a crowd like this. I never thought I would ever be running a wrestling promotion again, but here I am. This night, however, and Pro Wrestling Glory is not about me. Unlike my past endeavors, I have made concious efforts to take myself away from in-ring positions, and let the athletes soak up the adulation that all of you people give to them. I do, however, have a couple of things to touch on before I get out of here, and you folks get to see some more great wrestling action.

First of all, *Collins situates the bag in his hand* I hold here the Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Title! This belt has only been seen by a select few, and now tonight, all of you will get your first glimpses at the belt as well. So, without further ado...

(Collins places the microphone on the ground and gets down to one knee. He drapes the bag over his other leg, unzipping it. He slowly and carefully pulls the belt out of the bag, face down. He keeps it face down and tosses the bag aside. He picks up the microphone with his other hand, and then stands up. He raises the belt into the air, marching around the ring, showing it off to the audience. Collins also poses with the belt for the ringside photographers before getting back on topic.)

PWG Owner Corey Collins: This, *he thrusts the belt into the air* is what Pro Wrestling Glory is all about, and it is what the athletes in this promotion will begin fighting for next month at Road to Glory! *applause* More details on that event will come out as they develop, but right now, I need to make a second announcement. A name has been signed not only to compete in that tournament, but also to a Pro Wrestling Glory contract. This is a wrestler who I have a very detailed past with, but we have put all of that behind us. From this moment on, it is strictly professional for us, and I know from the bottom of my heart, that this performer will give you fans the quality matches you all deserve when you pay your hard-earned money to see Pro Wrestling Glory. Ladies and gentlemen... I give you the very first name entered into the PWG Heavyweight Title tournament....














JONATHAN COLLINS!

("So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin begins to play, and Hilary Bennett makes her way out first, as she smiles and claps happily, before pointing to the entrance way, and in his street clothes, walks out JONATHAN COLLINS! Jonathan screams to hype up the fans, before slapping hands all the way down the aisle to the ring. As he steps in, he looks at his older brother before shaking his head, smiling, and giving him a brotherly hug! The brothers shake hands, as Hilary raises his hand in victory, before Corey offers him a microphone.)

Jonathan Collins: I've had a hard string of luck, I won't lie. I've had some surgeries, I've had some tough losses, but I think I hit the jackpot here. I struggled to keep myself afloat, and now I'm here in Pro Wrestling Glory, the epitome of everything I've ever stood for in my career. I didn't want a moment like this to be in a big arena or an ampitheater. I wanted it to be in a bingo hall, a small ballroom, a high school gym. I wanted to come full circle, and here I am. This is where I want to be, and I'd be honored to be the first PWG champion and establish it as the title to--

(...Suddenly, from through the crowd comes Chip Masters, with a steel chair in tow, and just as Collins is about to finish talking, Chip enters the ring, raises the chair high, and smashes Jonathan across the back of the head with the chair. The shot echoes all throughout the arena, the fans booing in response. Master's face is beetroot red, as he throws the chair down to his side, and then glares over at Corey Collins, who has backed himself up into a corner. Masters then applies his ferocious submission hold Seein' Stars n Stripes, wearing and tearing away at Collins' joints. Chip continues to rear back, as Jonathan Collins screams in pain. Chip Masters is tenacious as he is cunning, and he will not let go of this hold for anyone or anything. Some PWG officials swarm towards the ring, to try and break it up, but Masters will have none of it. All the while, Collins is screaming, and is tapping the mat, as a sign of begging the American Champion to break the hold. Finally however, Masters lets go of Collins, who rolls around on the mat, clutching his arm and his neck. The crowd is throwing projectiles into the ring, directed at Chip Masters, but he does not seem to care. Chip then picks up the microphone that Collins had dropped, after his sneak attack, and then puts it to his lips aggressively...)

'The American Champion' Chip Masters - ...Congratulations, you just graduated with honors, Collins!

(Masters throws the microphone at Jonathan Collins' head as Chip rolls out underneath the bottom rope, hearing the venemous jeers from the crowd. The officials are checking on Collins to make sure he isn't hurt, but Chip Masters couldn't give a damn...before JOSHUA FRAMPTON storms out from the back, clubbing Masters with lefts and rights. He's taking his anger out on Masters from the last show, and now this! Brandon Williams and Aimee Harper rush over the guardrail to check on their fallen teacher with Hilary Bennett, and Frampton gets back to the ring and picks up the microphone!)

Joshua Frampton: Masters! That's it! I want the PWG Title as much as anyone else, but I want that road through you! Hell boy...I'll even wrestle TWICE at the next show just to get my hands on you! *looking at Corey Collins* You're the boss around here...do something about that.

(Frampton, Williams, Harper, and Bennett check Jonathan Collins out as they start to roll him out of the ring to prepare for the next match!)

Troy Fenix made his entrance first, and the crowd was all over him. They really let him have it on the way to the ring, and he couldn't be happier with the response. As he waited in the ring, Bobby Skylark made his entrance to a thunderous ovation. He played to the crowd, who ate it up the entire time, before putting his gameface on and entering the ring. The two warriors stared each other down with fierce intent before slowly coming towards each other in the center. They shook hands, and the referee called for the bell, starting off what is sure to be a PWG classic!

They're circling each other in the center of the ring, and I don't think either man has even blinked since getting in the ring. Troy extends his hand into the air, challenging Skylark to test his strength. Bobby accepts, and now Troy offers his other hand up. Bobby reaches - but Troy spins around, trapping Skylark in a hammerlock! He quickly lets go and moves in front of Bobby - snapmare takeover. He kicks at Bobby's chest - he ducks it, then spins and sweeps the legs of Fenix. Bobby gets up and goes for a knee drop - Fenix moves as well. He gets up and lifts his leg into the air... Skylark is on his knees and the boot is coming right towards his face! No! He catches it with both hands, and now he's standing to his feet. He keeps the grip on his one foot, and sweeps the other, taking Fenix down again. Bobby wrenches on the foot - but Fenix kicks him in the lower back from the ground! Bobby flies into the ropes chest-first, and Troy spins up to his feet. He grabs Bobby by the legs and lifts him off of the ropes - wheelbarrow suplex? No, he drops Bobby onto the top rope! No! Skylark catches himself with his hands and springs into the air. He spins backwards, and flings Fenix across the ring! Skylark gets up to his feet quickly, while Fenix rolls through to his knees in the opposite corner. The crowd gives a nice applause to the abilities of both men, but they're quick to mix it up once more.

A standard lock up in the center this time, and Fenix immediately spins around, locking Skylark in a standing Dragon Sleeper! Skylark is in trouble early - but he's not gonna be in it for long. He swings up, connecting with the inside of his elbow and forearm against Fenix's head. He's not letting go, though. Bobby wraps his free arm around Fenix's head and now lifts himself up - knee to the face! Fenix flies backwards, letting go of the hold, and Skylark falls to the mat. He's up quickly, and Fenix charges at him. Drop toe hold from Skylark, and he's immediately up, locking Troy up for a surfboard submission! He grabs his arms and leans back - and he's got Troy elevated into the air! Skylark has got Fenix in a submission situation of his own, now, but I don't think this will do it for Troy. Skylark suddenly lets go of the hold, shoving Fenix forward, forcing him into a face-first landing on the canvas. Skylark gets up to his feet and nails Fenix with a forearm blow before he can get to his feet.

Skylark nails him again, and then whips him into the corner. Skylark charges in - Fenix catches him with a quick rising elbow blow! Skylark stumbles back and now Fenix hits him with a forearm shot of his own. A boot to the stomach - oh! And he throws Bobby shoulder-first into the corner! Skylark stumbles out and Fenix locks him up for a back suplex. He lifts, but Skylark flips onto his feet behind Fenix! He waistlocks Fenix - German suplex... but Fenix lands on his feet as well! Skylark gets up and charges at Troy... and gets a boot to the gut! Vertical suplex coming up - Skylark lands on his feet behind Troy, retaining the hold around his neck! He spins around and lifts Troy up - OHH! A vertical suplex, and Fenix lands right against the corner! These two had a counter for every counter, but Skylark takes control.

He pulls Troy up, connecting with a stiff European uppercut. Fenix slumps into the corner, and now Bobby lifts him up to the top rope. He's climbing up in front of Troy now... he signals to the crowd - hurricanrana! No! Fenix puts the breaks on, and Skylark crashes to the canvas! He's getting up, keeled over, and Troy leaps - legdrop to the back of the neck! Bobby eats canvas once more, and the ball is back in Troy's court.

He yanks Skylark to his feet by the hair, garnering a warning from the official. Forearm blow to the jaw, and Skylark stumbles backwards. Fenix charges and swings for the fences with a harsh clothesline! Skylark ducks it, though, catching Fenix's arm. He's on the side of him - Russian legsweep! Skylark kips up and grabs Troy by the legs... slingshot into the corner! He's up again and Fenix stumbles out, turning around - Side Effect from Skylark! He calls that sequence of moves the Laws of Gravity, and he's gonna use it to get the pin! One! Two! No! Troy inches his shoulder up at the last second. Bobby gets to his feet, laying a stomp into the chest of Fenix. Fenix jolts in pain, and now Bobby pulls him to his feet. He backs him into the ropes and whips him to the far side. Fenix returns - WHAM! Back elbow smash from Skylark! Fenix stumbles backwards and Skylark rushes to grab him... backbreaker across the knee! He lets Fenix fall to the mat, and rolls him over to his stomach. Bobby backs up - headbutt to the lower back! Fenix arches his back in pain before rolling away, to the safety of the ropes. Skylark moves towards him, but the referee keeps him back, allowing for Fenix's hold of the ropes to give him a breather.

Fenix pulls himself up to his knees and Bobby moves back in. He nails him across the back with a forearm shot, then grabs him by the arm and swings him to his feet. European uppercut echoes through the arena, causing Fenix to clutch his chest in pain. Skylark doesn't give him time to think about it, though, as he whips him into the far corner. Skylark charges in - leg lariat, sandwiching Fenix in the corner! Bobby bounces off and rolls onto his knees. Fenix is dazed, walking towards Skylark... who drives a shoulder into his stomach, lifts him - BAM! And he hits a spinebuster that shakes the ring! He covers - only a two count for "Skyhigh." He yanks Fenix up again, backing him into the corner. He sits him up top again, and he's climbing up once more. He's not going for the hurricanrana, though - he's setting up for a superplex! He elevates Fenix up - oh! Kneestrike from Fenix to the top of the head! Another one! A third! WHOA! Fenix gets dropped back onto the top rope, and Skylark falls into the ring!

Fenix is standing up on the top rope now, and Skylark is getting up on wobbly legs. Fenix leaps towards him - Skylark has no idea! OH!! From The Ashes! Fenix just nailed Skylark with that breathtaking kick-combo, right off of the top rope! Both men land in a heap, and it looks like Fenix's own velocity may have hurt him there. He appears to have knocked the wind out of himself, but he may have knocked Skylark out completely!

At the referee's six count, it is Fenix who gets up, while Bobby is still struggling to get to his feet. Fenix isn't waiting for him, though - snap kick to the chest! It knocks Skylark into a sitting position and there he gets rocked with a basement dropkick to the face! Fenix covers quickly, but only gets two this time. He muscles Skylark up, connecting with a standing knee strike to the abdomen. Skylark is in a bad way here, folks, and Fenix is on the attack big time. Skylark is trying to walk it off, but Fenix follows right behind him. Mongolian chop to the back of the neck, and Skylark's nerves get a shock! He tilts his neck back as a reflex from that shot, and Fenix kicks him with the bottom of his boot, right in the spine! Skylark flies forward, crashing to his knees.

The crowd is trying to get Skylark back into this one, and Fenix soaks it all up while he slowly makes his way towards Bobby. He moves in front of him, grabbing him by the head... Skylark nails him in the ribs! Another! A third! Oh! Elbow to the head from Fenix. Skylark's shots didn't have enough power behind them, and he's still on the receiving end. Fenix pulls him to his feet and backs him into the corner. He throws Bobby's arms over the ropes and leans back - a big time open-hand chop to the chest! Skylark leans forward, but Fenix shoves him back and connects again! And again! Again! Skylark's chest becomes a new shade of red with each shot! Another! Oh, he's had enough! He spins Fenix around and into the corner - chop! A second! Third! He backs up a step and swings hard with a fourth - oh! Fenix kicked him in the arm! Bobby gets spun all the way around, crouched in pain - and Fenix plants him with a DDT! Another cover - and this time, Skylark gets his foot on the rope.

Fenix pulls Skylark to his knees and nails a hard kick right across the face! He hits a second one, and Bobby falls back into the ropes. Fenix charges the far ropes and comes running back - 619, to Bobby's neck... no! Skylark ducks out of the way, and Fenix crashes inside of the ring! Bobby leaps up and runs to the ropes. He jumps on the second rope - Asai moonsault on the rising Fenix - no, Skylark catches him for an inverted DDT! Wait - Fenix jumps backwards, and now he's got Skylark locked up! He lifts him into the air - OH MY LORD! Inverted brainbuster! That's a career ender right there, this one is completely over!

The crowd let out a collective gasp, while Fenix sits up and enjoys his handywork. There is a smattering of applause for Fenix - but he's yelling out towards them, and they aren't terms of endearment! Fenix turns back to Skylark and spreads over him with a cocky pin. He gets one - two! Thre... no! No! Skylark gets his shoulder up! Maybe if Fenix had hooked the leg, he would have had the three, but the nonchalant cover may have cost him!

Fenix looks enraged now, but he needs to stay calm or he may lose his focus in the match. He yanks Skylark up violently; forearm to the face! A kneestrike as well! Forearm! Knee! And now he just shoves Bobby away. Fenix pounds the mat and lets out a scream - charging clothesline! No! Skylark ducks it! He spins around and ducks a second one as well! Fenix runs through to the ropes - leg lariat from Skylark! Fenix goes down, and now Bobby needs to get back in this thing!

The crowd is chanting for Skylark, and he seems to be responding to it! He shakes the cobwebs loose, and now he's getting up to his feet! Fenix is up as well, and Bobby hammers him with a forearm shiver! Another! Whip to the far side - boot to the ribs. Skylark runs to the ropes and comes back... flipping neckbreaker! He covers, but only gets a two. He pulls Fenix back up again and whips him into the corner. Troy hits hard and stays put; Bobby charges in... running tiger wall flip! Fenix comes out of the corner as Skylark lands - into a reverse Russian legsweep! Bobby has this crowd solidly behind him, but only picks up a two count after that move. He pulls Troy up and nails him with a forearm. He drives his shoulder into Fenix's stomach, and lifts him up. He runs him into the corner, sitting Troy on the top... and now he's calling for the Skycrusher! OH! That split second of hesitation allowed Troy to nail a palm strike to Skylark's face! Bobby stumbles back and Fenix stands on the top rope. Bobby comes back towards him - leaping forearm blast from Fenix! Skylark flies backwards, stumbling all the way into the far corner! Fenix is up and Skylark charges at him - Fenix moves out of the way! Skylark hits chest first and bounces back out. Full nelson from Fenix! He lifts Skylark up - no! He wraps his legs around Fenix's waist, putting a halt to his attempted suplex. Skylark gets dropped to his feet, and now he breaks the full nelson! Elbow to the jaw sends Fenix back. Bobby leaps onto the second rope - twisting cross body block, but Fenix catches him! He swings him over his shoulder - running powerslam... Skylark drops behind him! He grabs Fenix from behind, spinning him around. Boot to the stomach - powerbomb coming from Skylark! He lifts Fenix up - no, Troy lands on his feet! Boot to Skylark's stomach - Fisherman suplex coming up! He lifts Bobby up - he's kicking his legs... and pulls Fenix down into a small package! He's got him wrapped up - one! Two! Three!! He got him!

Winner: Bobby Skylark

The crowd erupts into cheers as Skylark takes the victory. Fenix immediately is to his feet, jawing at the referee. He is not a happy camper whatsoever, but Bobby Skylark certainly is. He's on the ropes, looking out to the crowd who are giving him a nice round of applause. Wait - Fenix pulls Skylark off of the ropes. Skylark spins around, ready to fight, but Fenix puts his hands up to calm him down. Skylark slowly lowers his guard, and now Fenix extends his hand. Skylark looks a bit confused here, but straightens up, keeping his eyes on Fenix. He looks across the crowd for a moment, and then slowly brings his hand up... and they shake! Fenix lets go of the grip, and Skylark continues looking at him. Fenix slaps his hand on Skylark's shoulder, as if to tell him that he has earned his respect. Skylark lets a small grin appear on his own face, and returns the shoulder-slap to Fenix. Wait - Fenix grabs Skylark's arm and pulls it down - OHH! That son of a... he just kicked Skylark right in the face, right on the nose! Skylark snaps down to the mat, clutching at his face... he's starting to bleed. The crowd's mood has suddenly changed, and now they're hurling trash at Fenix! What a coward!