August 23, 2004
Skate West
Cresthill, Illinois

[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. We cut away from ringside to see Ron Martin and Vincent Coltrane in front of a PWG logo backdrop.]

Vincent Coltrane: What a fool! That dirty Brit is gonna get schooled by Chip Masters, right here, tonight!

Ron Martin:That's if he makes it through either Dune or Emo Kid Joe, first, Vincent.

VC: Which he most certainly will not.

RM: That remains to be seen. Folks, we have a great night of action for you tonight, headlined by-

VC: Headlined by another dumb punk, Bobby Skylark, getting taught a lesson or two by Troy Fenix!

RM: Fenix and Skylark have built a rivalry since they both signed here, and it will culminate tonight.

VC: What I'm really looking forward to, though, is watching Mark Sherrick end another career!

RM: Oh, that's just sick!

VC: What??? He put Bryan Summers out of not just PWG, but of wrestling last month! Who knows what he'll do to Wreck!

RM: He is certainly a dangerous man, but the "Thailand Murderer" won't be stopped as easily as you think, Vincent. But without further ado, let's head up to the ring and get started - it's the Gauntlet Challenge!

"Brain Damage" by Green Day begins to play over the PA system, and the crowd quickly get to their feet. They wait, and Dune comes through the curtain, at which point they begin hurling insults and boos towards him. Dune is just completely shutting these fans out, making a determined walk to the ring.

RM: Well, he has the right attitude so far - he's not letting the fans here get under his skin.

VC: Ronny, all this guy thinks about is getting into that ring and ripping people's faces off - he's got no time to worry about what some building full of morons thinks of him.

RM: Yes, Vincent, that's it - insult our home fanbase. Great marketing strategy!

VC: Keep quiet, old man - here comes the Emo One himself!

"Song I Scream" by State of Shock bursts from the speakers, and out comes Emo Kid Joe. The crowd continues booing, maybe even more for Joe than they did for Dune, as he makes his way towards the ring.

RM: This kid, I still don't understand. I mean, what in the world is an "ee-mo" anyway?

VC: You're really out of touch with today's youth, aren't you, Ron?

RM: Well it isn't my generation! I've never heard this word before - I don't know what it means!

VC: I should just take you out back and shoot you like an old, crippled horse.... make some glue out of ya. Then at least you'd be useful.

Dune has anxiously been awaiting Joe's entrance to conclude, and now finds him across the ring from him.

Troy Griffin: The opening contest of Smashed Into Pieces in a special Gauntlet Challenge! Introducing first, to my left, from Hollywood, Florida and weighing in at 240 pounds: Dune! *the crowd boos, but Dune keeps his eyes focused on Joe* And his opponent, from Albuquerque, New Mexico, weighing in at 176 pounds: Emo Kid Joe! *Joe raises his hand to the crowd, and then brings it back to his face, weeping in the corner*

VC: I bet chicks dig this guy, Ronny. Maybe I should come out here crying every month.

RM: He had just better wipe away those tears and get ready for Dune, Vincent!

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.

VC: Man, he is strong!

RM: And that's what he'll have to rely on to take this one the whole way.

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.

VC: Yeah, baby! I love this move, Ronny! *yelling* KICK HIS FACE OFF!!

RM: Well, he's got something planned, and it's not going to be pretty!

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!

Troy Griffin: Emo Kid Joe has been eliminated! Dune will now face John Iley.

RM: Whoa! Dune just annhilated Emo Kid Joe!

VC: And he's gonna do the same to John Iley next!

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.

"Crystal Planet" by Joe Satriani begins to play, and the crowd leap to their feet. The song plays for about twenty seconds, and then John Iley and Leigh Dominguez burst out from behind the curtain. The crowd explodes, and Iley has a huge grin across his face.

RM: Oh, what a reaction! John Iley has returned to professional wrestling, right here in Pro Wrestling Glory!

VC: You've really got a penchant for stating the obvious, don't you? *mocking tone* John Iley is back to wrestle! John Iley is wrestling in Pro Wrestling Glory! John Iley comes from England, home of horrible dental hygeine!

RM: Oh, come on! Show some respect!

VC: For who?? This guy?! A guy who petered out before his 30's, confined to a wheel chair? Gimme a break!

RM: I can't believe what I'm hearing... look, he's in the ring - let's just get going!

Troy Griffin: Introducing, the second opponent for Dune... he is making his in-ring return to professional wrestling; *crowd pop* accompanied by Leigh Dominguez, from Newcastle upon Tyne, England, weighing in at 240 pounds: John Iley! *the crowd pops big AGAIN, as Iley soaks up this awesome ovation*

VC: These people are just as stupid as you, Ron - hey, come on! Sit down! Be objective like me!

RM: Objective my foot!

VC: I'm a respected journalist, and I call it right down the middle, Ronny, and you know it!

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!

RM: OH!! WHAT THE?!

VC: Emo Kid Joe has lost it!

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.

RM: Yeah! Get 'im, John!

VC: Again, zero objectivity! I need a new partner - I can't work like this!

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.

VC: What disrespect! I can't believe he's kicking a man who just got hit with a chair!

RM: He has to, Vincent - the referee is ordering it!

VC: Ordering, schmordering - if Iley really had any glory OR honor, he would forfeit this match right now!

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!

VC: HAH! That's what he gets! Stupid foreigner...

RM: Come on, Vincent! Clean up your act!

VC: The only cleaning we're gonna see is Dune mopping the floor with Iley...

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!

RM: Dune takes more damage to that head and neck, and that can't be a good thing.

VC: Your brilliance will never cease to amaze me, Ron... what else can you tell us that won't be good for ourselves? Smoking? Asbestos? Sitting next to you for three hours?

RM: I've got a good mind to-

VC: You don't have a good mind to do anything, Ronny.

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!

RM: There's that mat wrestling technique that Iley hopes to impress with, here in PWG.

VC: Well he's not impressing me - Chip Masters can do the same thing, twice as good!

RM: Maybe we'll find that out later on, Vincent.

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!

VC: With moves like that, Ron, Iley's gonna be lucky to wrestle at Road to Glory, let alone against Chip Masters tonight!

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.

RM: I think we're seeing the effects, Vincent, of Emo Kid Joe's attack from earlier...

VC: Dune's fine - he's just lulling Iley into a false sense of security. It's aaaaallll mind games, Ronny.

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.

VC: Man, he's just vicious!

RM: What's he got in store now?! He's climbing the ropes!

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!

RM: Oh man!! The crowd erupts with the crash, and Dune covers! One! Two!

VC: YES!

RM:No! Iley gets his shoulder up!

VC: What a slow count!

RM: The count was fine - Iley is still in this one! *expressing concern* Oh, this is certainly no good... Dune is up again, but he's stumbling and falls to his knees. This is not good, Vincent...

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!

Troy Griffin: Dune has been eliminated! John Iley will now face Chip Masters! *the crowd pops at the prospect of this showdown*

RM: Here come some officials yet again, rushing for Dune... this is a horrible situation, Vincent.

VC: And it's all Iley's fault! Fine him, and suspend him!

RM: What are you talking about?? It was Emo Kid Joe who hit those vicious chairshots earlier, taking Dune out!

VC: Nonsense - that no good Iley damaged Dune's brain!

RM: You can't even be serious, can you?? Pathetic!

"Keep Away" by Godsmack begins to play, as officials help Dune away from the ring. The crowd begin to boo immediately, and then Chip Masters appears from behind the curtain. He has a cocky, half-grin on his face, staring at Iley in the ring. He slowly steps towards the ring, taking the time to jaw with some fans on the way there.

RM: He sure is taking his time, Vincent.

VC: Of course he is! Look at Iley - he's ready to go! Masters is making him wait, he's gonna throw him off his game!

RM: You could be right, Vincent.

VC: I'm always right, pal...

RM: Well, he's finally in the ring now, so let's go!

Troy Griffin: Introducing, the third and final entrant into the Gauntlet... from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 215 pounds - "The Greatest American Athlete Today," this is "The American Champion" Chip Masters! *the crowd is really letting Masters have it, and he's furious! He's yelling out towards them, demanding they show respect*

RM: Masters wants respect, but he's going to have to earn it here in PWG!

VC: He's earned it all over the World, Ronny! He should have a red carpet rolled out here!

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!

VC: HAH! Great move!

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!

RM: OH! Brutal knee!

VC: Rearrange those filthy teeth, 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.

VC: That's my man! As soon as he steps in, he's in complete control!

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.

RM: The crowd is starting to chant for Iley, they're solidly behind him!

VC: They don't matter - look in the ring, Ronny - Masters is gonna break his arm!

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!

RM: Yes! He rocks him!

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!

VC: That was an illegal hold!

RM: What?!

VC: If Iley followed the laws and bylaws of British wrestling, which he so lovingly swears by, he would know that in page 1,093, section 612, paragraph 18 it states that any move in which a wrestler knocks another wrestler from the ring is grounds for immediate disqualification, and also stoning in the town square!

RM: Oh, that's ridiculous!

VC: Okay, I made up the stoning part - but the rest is true, I swear!

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!

RM: What fury from Iley! He certainly came to fight, Vincent!

VC: He's gotta let him out of that corner! That's a US rule I know he should follow!

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!"

VC: There's no place for that! No place! This is a stage for wrestling ability, not, not... not shameful antics and childish tom foolery!

RM: You're just sore because it's happening to Masters!

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.

VC: Come on - he's making a mockery of Pro Wrestling Glory!

RM: He's throwing him off of his game, is all, Vincent!

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!

VC: Alright, that's it - I'm going down there to stop this!

RM: I would LOVE to see that...

VC: You know... it's lucky I'm such a nice guy, and I'm not gonna leave you alone up here... otherwise, I'd be down there teaching Iley a thing or two about manners!

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!

VC: YEAH!! BREAK HIS BACK!!

RM: Now THIS is wrong! Get it in the ring!

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!

RM: This needs to stop! He's gonna - NO!!

VC: YES!

RM: Home Glory on the chairs in the crowd!

VC: He's finished, Martin! FINISHED!

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!

RM: Get off of him, Masters! You're gonna break his back!

VC: I may be wrong here, Ron, but I think that's the point.

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.

RM: This is just awful... awful!

VC: You pronounced it wrong - it's awesome... awesome, Ronny.

RM:Chip Masters has lost his mind!

Iley is being helped to his feet, and guided over the steel railing.

RM: Wait, Iley's shoving the officials away...

VC: Fine him!

RM: He's walking out on his own! And this crowd is giving him a great round of applause for it!

VC: For what?? I walk in and out of this place all the time, no one claps for me!

RM: You are pitiful...

VC: What's pitiful is all of the disrespect here in PWG. First, Iley tries to mock Chip Masters, and recently, Joshua Frampton hasn't so much as batted an eyelash at the challenge of Shawn Braxton!

RM: Frampton certainly feels that he has this one in the bag before it even begins.

VC: Well, he's about to be proven wrong.

"Heartbreaker" by Pat Benetar kicks in over the PA system, and the crowd begins to boo, as Shawn "The Beauty" Braxton makes his way out from behind the curtain. A cocky grin spreads across his face, as he begins to taunt the crowd down the aisle way.

VC: I can't wait for this guy to show up that punk Frampton!

RM: Well, Joshua Frampton, as we stated before, has been taking Braxton lightly...

VC: A little too lightly.

RM: Perhaps, Vincent. Frampton is going to have a challenge ahead of him, because Shawn Braxton is not a man to pass off.

Braxton is in the ring, standing on the middle rope and taunting the crowd some more. He leaps down with a grin on his face, awaiting his opponent.

The lights dim down, and "At the end of August" by 36 Crazyfists kicks in. The crowd pops at first, and then settles down, waiting for Frampton to make his arrival. Once the song kicks in heavier, Frampton emerges from the curtain and the crowd begins cheering once again. Frampton is going alone for this one, entering tonight without Hilary Bennett by his side.

VC: Hey, where's the broad??

RM: If you're referring to Hilary Bennett, it was made clear weeks ago that she would not be at ringside for this match.

VC: Why? She smarten up and get with someone like Troy Fenix?

RM: No, Vincent, she is and has been lobbying for Jonathan Storm to be granted a Pro Wrestling Glory contract...

VC: What a two-timing tramp!

RM: Put a sock in it, Vincent!

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, to my right - he weighs in at 232 pounds and comes from Midland, Texas: Shawn "The Beauty" Braxton! *the crowd boos, as Shawn stands in his place. He doesn't play to the crowd - he's remaining focused on Frampton* And his opponent, to my left... he weighs in at 240 pounds and comes from San Luis Obispo, California: Joshua "The Purist" Frampton! *the crowd cheers for Frampton, who is uncharacteristically acting a bit cocky at the moment*

Frampton is playing up to the crowd at the moment, and more than usual. He may still be taking Braxton lightly. Braxton is the complete opposite, though; since Frampton has been in the ring, he's been stone-faced and serious! The two come to the center and shake, getting this one underway.

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.

RM: Frampton utilizing the five count he gets in the corner very wisely.

VC: If Braxton did that, you'd be complaining!

RM: The only thing to complain about here in PWG, is having to listen to you!

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!

VC: Lookit that! Twice, my boy Braxton schools Frampton out of a lock up, and Joshy boy has to scramble to counter! He's owned!

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!

RM: MAN! He leveled him, Vincent!

VC: Just wait - Braxton'll recover... he's got crazy stamina - just ask the ladies in attendance!

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!

RM: Frampton is using not only technical prowess, but also a strong-style here, just pounding Braxton with forearms and uppercuts, then muscling him down.

VC: Frampton's gonna get his, Ronny - just you wait.

Frampton pauses to appreciate the applause he was getting, then pulls Shawn 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!

VC: There it is! Braxton is gonna put him away, Ronny!

RM: I certainly don't like the way Frampton is toying with Braxton here, and that may be a serious factor in deciding the outcome of this contest.

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!

VC: This guy is smart, Ron, real smart! He's gonna damage that spine of Braxton so he can't lift him for his finisher!

RM: Wise on the young man's part, Vincent.

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!

VC: *laughing* Oh, brother! That was brutal! Horrendous! BEAUTIFUL!

RM: What a unique move! Braxton is on top of his game 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.

RM: Once again, working on that back of Frampton, in what could spell the end for Frampton.

VC: I can't wait to hear him yell "I Quit!" Say it, you punk!

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!

RM: Just like that, outta nowhere, Frampton snaps it back into his own favor!

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!

VC: YES! That's it, Shawn! Go for the kill!

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!

VC: What the... get out of there, Shawn!

RM: Frampton knew the back was hurt, so instead of going for a power move to counter, he's got a submission! He's adapted to the situation, and Braxton is in trouble!

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!

Troy Griffin: The winner of the match... Joshua Frampton!

RM: Frampton just proved that he can go with any handicap, Vincent!

VC: Yeah, well Shawn Braxton MADE him prove that - Braxton deserves as much credit as Frampton does!

RM: That is true... well, Frampton is off of Braxton, but on the mat clutching his back.

Frampton's theme music is playing, as both men attempt to make their way to their feet. Braxton is struggling with some leg pain, while Frampton's back has been severely tweaked. They're both up now in the center, staring each other down... and it's Frampton who extends the hand. Braxton is barely standing on both legs and looks around the crowd... and there's the shake! The crowd gives a nice applause, as Braxton exits the ring, leaving Frampton in the ring.

VC: Frampton is lucky that Braxton is letting him stay on his feet!

RM: Unlike you, Vincent, Shawn Braxton obviously has at least an inkling of respect running through his body!

VC: Pssshhh... who needs respect when you're getting a fat paycheck?

RM: You're getting a fat paycheck???

VC: You better believe it, buddy.

RM: I need to speak with my agent...

(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.)

RM: Would it kill these guys to class it up and not come out here to try and make fools of their opponents?

VC: I'm sure they could do that, Ronny, but then, what fun would they have?

RM: The fun of putting on a great match with opponents you respect?

VC: Ridiculoy! These guys have been here since the beginning, Ronny - they don't have to respect any of these other teams!

RM: I guess I'll never understand the way your brain works, Vincent...

VC: That's because you're an idiot.... just like Wreck! He saw what Mark Sherrick did to Bryan Summers last month at Legends Are Born, and he STILL accepted the open contract challenge??

RM: He's testing the limits of Sherrick tonight, Vincent, and it should be a good one!

"Bad Little Doggie" by Gov't Mule begins to play, and the crowd begins to fire up for Mark Sherrick. He steps out from the back into a venemous arena.

RM: These folks here are on Sherrick's case for two reasons, I think...

VC: And what would those be, Ronny?

RM: Well first of all, he's got an attitude problem. Other than that, he injured Bryan Summers severely last month with that tornado DDT to the arena floor, and he doesn't even care!

VC: He does too care!

RM: Oh, really?

VC: Yeah! You go ask Sherrick if he cares, and he'll tell you how GREAT he feels about it!

RM: Oh, that's just sickening!

Sherrick is in the ring, and quietly, Wreck begins to make his entrance. The crowd is kind of divided for Wreck, still not knowing how exactly to take him based on his first appearance.

RM: Hopefully, this guy will teach Mark Sherrick a lesson!

VC: Or kill someone trying...

RM: Now, come on! That was an accident, and you know it!

VC: Accident or not, that giant goof murdered a guy, and he should be banned in the United States just like he's banned in Thailand!

RM: You should really seek some sort of mental help, Vincent...

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a special Open Contract Challenge! Introducing first, to my right... weighing in at 205 pounds and coming from Hartford, Connecticut: Mark Sherrick! *the negative reaction continues, and even loudens as Sherrick glares around the arena* And his opponent, weighing in at 309 pounds and coming from Port Arthur, Australia: Wreck!

The two men come to the center of the ring and shake hands, then the bell rings to start us off. 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!

RM: That shove from Sherrick must have snapped something in Wreck - these two are going at it like they're mortal enemies!

VC: May as well be, but after this one's done, the only mortal walking is gonna be Sherrick. I can't wait to see him break this goof's neck!

RM: Well, he may want to be able to get to his feet under his own power before that happens, because right now Wreck is dragging him to his feet!

Wreck 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.

VC: 'Atta boy, Mark! You got him!

RM: Got him?? Are you watching the same match?! Wreck has Sherrick in the palm of his hand!

Wreck sends Sherrick hard into the far corner. He waits for Sherrick to hit, then charges in... and gets met with a pair of boots to the chest!

VC: Right there, baby!

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!

VC: That's it! Take out his wheels!

RM: A very wise move from Sherrick, attacking the legs of Wreck.

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!

VC: Who's the murderer now, Ronny?? Sherrick is mauling Wreck!

RM: Well, he IS wrestling the smart match here, taking out Wreck's legs.

VC: He's not gonna be able to walk, let alone use those kicks!

RM: Very true, Vincent. Wreck is struggling to get out of the hold, but Sherrick has him positioned perfectly.

VC: Of course he does! Sherrick is a mastermind!

RM: Wait - Wreck is starting to roll back and forth!

VC: Those are just signs of pain - he's gonna give it up!

RM: I don't kn-he flips it!

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.

RM: Wait... look at Sherrick! What's he got planned??

VC: *laughing, excitedly* Oh, baby - he's gonna take out that chump like he did to Summers!

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!

VC: OH! For shame!

RM: What are you talking about?!

VC: He could have seriously injured Sherrick!

RM: He was trying to break Wreck's neck!

VC: Well that doesn't mean he should be allowed to throw the guy onto the floor like that!

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.

VC: This is just awful, Ron... Mark could have a bruised sternum, or a cracked rib!

RM: Compare that to the injury he was TRYING to cause, and I'd say he came off lightly!

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.

RM: These two guys are definitely going to be feeling the effects of this match for the next few days, maybe even weeks!

VC: Hey, if all goes as planned, Wreck won't be feeling anything - from the neck down, at least.

RM: I can't believe you can sit here and make jokes like that!

VC: It's no joke, baby - Sherrick is an animal!

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!

RM: He's using those legs great thus far-

VC: OH! Lookit that! His knee just buckled underneath his weight when he landed!

RM: He sure did... oh! And Sherrick takes advantage! He just clipped him!

VC: I got it - instead of breaking his neck, he's gonna tear some ligaments! Brilliance!

Wreck falls to his knees, 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!

VC: ILLEGAL! ILLEGAL!!

RM: He's got up to a five count, Vincent!

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!

VC: YES! There ya go!

RM: He just planted him! It's gotta be over!

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!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner... Mark Sherrick!

VC: What'd I tell you?? Sherrick just owned him! A guy, what, twice his size?? Sherrick is the REAL monster in PWG!

RM: He certainly showed that he has what it takes, and man, he made Wreck give up! Amazing!

VC: Uh-oh... he's getting up now - he better obey the Pillars!

RM: Wreck is a man of honor, of course he will!

Wreck is limping towards Sherrick, also holding the back of his head and neck. Sherrick looks a bit cautious - but Wreck offers the hand. A huge grin just spread across the face of Sherrick, and he happily takes the handshake.

RM: Oh, come on! He got the win, and the handshake, and he's motioning for Wreck to get out!

VC: Why not?? He deserves a victory lap!

RM: He could at least show some sportsmanship...

VC: Hey, he shook his hand - he could have stomped on the ogre's knee cap, but he chose not to!

Wreck is making his way to the back, while Sherrick remains in the ring to taunt this crowd. They're letting him have it, but he couldn't be happier with himself! Hes exiting the arena now, smile upon his face, knowing that he just took down the biggest man in PWG.

RM: I for one would love to see these two tangle again someday, Vincent.

VC: Why? You want him to break Wreck's other leg??

RM: I know, and I think these fans know, that these two just put on a great match, and it would be a delight to see them battle once more... that's all I wanna see!

VC: Well it doesn't matter what you want - Sherrick has taken down two guys here, and he's gonna take down the rest on his path to becoming the Heavyweight Champion!

RM: He's got just as good a chance as anyone else... but let us switch gears, here. It's time for some tag team actio-

Bobby Skylark was stretching lightly before the door to his lockerroom swung open. He stopped what he was doing and stood defensively. The shot widened out to see the intruder was Troy Fenix.

(Troy Fenix) "Easy there. I'm not here to attack you. I have no desire to break the Pillars. I just wanted to tell you. Out there, after we shake hands, I hope you're prepared. Prepared for the beating of a lifetime. Prepared to have some respect beaten into you. Because tonight, that's what we battle for. We battle for respect. We battle for a firm standing in the tournament for the gold. Bring the best you have. Because there will be no holding back."

With that, Troy turns and leaves the locker room. After a brief moment, Skylark goes back to stretching and preparing for his match, and we go back to the arena.

(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!

Too Hood are already out here, and suddenly "Soldier" by Eminem begins to play. The arena turns into a crimson red, as The Vipers make their way back out to the ring. The crowd is letting these guys have it as well, remembering their comments from earlier.

VC: This should be pretty good... just so long as all four guys down there team up to tear about those Kewell punks!

RM: Now what's your problem with them??

VC: I dunno... they just bug me.

RM: A little jealous, perhaps?

VC: Jealous?! ME?!

RM: Ha-hah! Vincent, you're green with envy at the way the women around here fall all over Rebellious Youth!

VC: I'm not jealous! Those guys don't have nothin' on me!

The lights goes on and off, and a siren blows. Then a voice is heard loud....

VOICE: THE REBELS ARE COMING! THE REBELS ARE COMING!

Smoke begins to fill the entrance - and here come Harry and Jeff! They fly through the smoke, and the crowd is on their feet for the tag team brothers.

VC: Look at 'em... with their long hair, and rock music, and -

RM: And the way everyone loves them?

VC: Not everyone! Not me! Not Too Hood! Not The Vipers!

RM: Well, those two teams will at least get to do something about it... all you do is sit here and complain!

We head up to the ring, where Troy Griffin is ready with the introductions.

Troy Griffin: The following contest is a special Double Elimination tag team bout! In order for a team to be eliminated from the match, they must be defeated twice. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 473 pounds... they are accompanied to the ring by Lena D - they are "The Original Gangster" Adrian Lauderdale and Mac Diaz: Too Hood! *the crowd boos the duo, who raise their hands, demanding respect* Second, weighing in at a combined weight of 528 pounds, the team of Justin Payne and Bane: The Vipers! *another round of boos for these guys, who merely glare at the third and final team to be introduced* The third and final team, at a combined weight of 517 pounds - Harry and Jeff Kewell: Rebellious Youth! *a big pop for the brothers, who climb the ropes and play to the crowd*

VC: Tell these guys to get in there and wrestle! This isn't a circus!

RM: They're going, Vincent... just calm yourself.

All six men come into the center of the ring, exchanging handshakes before the match breaks up into two men starting - Harry Kewell and Justin Payne.

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!

RM: Great team work! These two are starting of quickly!

VC: Yeah, well they're not gonna beat anyone that easily!

RM: True, Vincent. Payne kicks out at two, and Jeff picks him back up.

Jeff 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 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!

VC: Yeah, baby! There ya go!

RM: Jeff just came down throat-first on the steel railing! He could be severely injured!

VC: Which would be severely awesome...

RM: Wait - Payne is climbing to the top!

VC: This is gonna be messy!!

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!

RM: These guys aren't fighting fair at all!

VC: All's fair in love and war, and dude, this is war!

RM: He's being counted out on the ground! He can't even do anything about it!

VC: Well if he can't defend himself properly, maybe he shouldn't be in Pro Wrestling Glory!

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!

Troy Griffin: Rebellious Youth have lost their first match!

VC: What a way to start! I love this!

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!

VC: This Mac Diaz is fiery!

RM: He's certainly got an attitude about him, but we've got to see if he can back it up in the ring.

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.

RM: Quick tags could be the key in this one, to make sure a fresh man is kept in the ring at all times.

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.

RM: Diaz already felt the clutch of Bane's hand around his throat, and he's hoping not to feel it again!

VC: Well if they keep stomping on the elbow like that, they're not gonna have to worry about getting hit, let alone feel the Bane of Hummanity!

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!

RM: These two guys just couldn't wrestle a clean match! They're already breaking the rules, and double teaming!

VC: Get over it, old man - you gotta do what you gotta do!

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.

RM: THERE'S a clean tag... they couldn't have done that before??

VC: Hey, they're throwing their opponents off their game! It's a smart move!

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!

RM: Maybe they were watching that Sherrick match and taking notes; these guys are picking apart a single body part, and it could be causing permanent damage!

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!

VC: BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! Get him mad, then tag in another guy! Adrian Lauderdale isn't just Too Hood, he's too cool!

RM: Lauderdale is out of there - and Bane just dragged Harry into the ring!

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.

RM: That's what Bane needed to do - he gets the fresh member of his team in the ring so he can recover.

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.

VC: These guys are just brutal once they get started, Ron.

RM: That they are, Vincent, and hopefully for the Vipers, that arm-attack earlier won't hurt them too much.

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.

RM: Well, here's the real test, as Bane is back in there.

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.

RM: What do you make of that, Vincent?

VC: Uh... he tagged in his partner?

RM: Obviously, but just to make a quick tag, or because the arm is still injured?

VC: Well, he winced and pulled back after using it to nail Kewell, so who knows... I wouldn't worry too much about it, though - these two guys are tough!

Justin enters the ring, pulling Harry to his feet. He drives his 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!

Troy Griffin: Rebellious Youth have been eliminated!

VC: YEAH-HEEEEEH! Goodbye, pretty boys!

RM: What shocker! This crowd has no idea how to react... Rebellious Youth just fell in two straight falls!

VC: React like this... *Vincent begins to clap and cheer*

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!

RM: That's not a small man to pick up; a nice show of strength from Adrian.

VC: Only a two count, though... I have a feeling this is going to be a nice, rough fight, Ronny!

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!

VC: Whoa! These guys are giving it all they've got!

RM: Payne hits hard - and another quick tag by Too Hood.

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!

Troy Griffin: The Vipers have lost their first match!

RM: Just like that, outta nowhere, Too Hood take control!

VC: And look at this - they're keeping the punishment going - they're gonna win it right here!

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!

VC: Well, there go the doubts!

RM: Bane's arm looks at least partially recovered - hey.. he's rolling Payne on top of Lauderdale!

VC: NICE move!

He exits the ring, and the referee has no choice - he HAS to count! One... two... three! It's all tied up again!

Troy Griffin: Too Hood have lost their first match!

RM: We're all tied up again, but now the next win is going to take the whole match!

VC: They can't afford to mess up now... it's gonna be a full court press for both teams.

RM: At the moment, though, both Adrian and Payne are out on the mat!

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!

RM: Here come the somewhat fresh members of the teams!

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!

RM: This guy is good, Vincent, REAL good!

VC: Only good enough for a two count right now, though...

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!

RM: Move after move, Mac Diaz impresses! He's got a unique style, indeed.

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!

RM: It's all about to break down, Vincent!

VC: This is what I wanna see!

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!

RM: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY!

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!

Troy Griffin: Here are your winners: Too Hood!

RM: What a battle, and absolute battle!

VC: And what a feather in Mac's cap - he gets the big pinfall in his debut match!

RM: I'm sure we'll be hearing about that for weeks to come...

Adrian rolls into the ring, with Lena's help, joining Mac. The three begin a small celebration, until The Vipers get to their feet in the ring. Both teams are staring each other down, while Lena backs off to a corner. Almost simutaneously, all four men extend their hands and shake after an impressive bout!

RM: A nice show of respect by these two teams, Vincent.

VC: They, at least, deserve it. Those Kewell punks buckled tonight, and I for one couldn't be happier!

RM: Well, those young men will be back and I'm sure they'll be looking to make up for tonight's loss.

VC: Too bad they won't do it! Suckers...

RM Like everything you talk about, Vincent, that remains to be seen....

(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!)

RM: That no good coward! I can't believe he's ruining Pro Wrestling Glory like this! Someone needs to get him out of here!

VC: Yeah! Get that scum away from PWG! I can't stand him!

RM: Well I'm glad we can finally agree on something, Vincent.

VC: Well, this is something I care very deeply about, Ron, and I don't wanna see it tarnished!

RM: I'm very proud of you, Vincent.

VC: Yeah, me too! So come on! Let's start a petition or something - let's get Jonathan Collins OUT of PWG!

RM: WHAT?!

VC: Yeah, Ronny! That no good punk, antagonizing Chip Masters like that... where does he get off??

RM: Oh, my friend, I believe you've lost your marbles!

VC: I got ALL the marbles, Ron, all of 'em! And Jonathan Collins ain't gettin' none!

RM: What does that even mean?

VC: I don't know! But I don't like him!

RM: *sighs* Nevertheless... it's main event time here at Smashed Into Pieces, so let's head to the ring, and Troy Griffin!

"Invincible" by Skillet begins to play, and the crowd rises in unison to give a healthy unwelcome to Troy Fenix. He steps out from the back, his arms spread out, grinning cockily on his way to the ring. The fans are really getting in his face, letting him know just how they feel about him. Troy doesn't let it slide, though; he's getting right back in their faces!

RM: This guy is just a magnet for hate!

VC: These creeps are just sad because they know Troy is gonna break Skylark in half!

RM: This is outrageous! Look at this, security is having to restrain a fan!

VC: Let 'em go! Let's see Fenix start a little early!

Troy reaches the ring and leaps onto the apron, looking out towards the crowd. He enters and walks around it, by the ropes, letting this crowd know how he feels about them.

RM: He is definitely outspoken, I'll tell you that. We'll see how he fares tonight against Skylark, though.

VC: I told you already - gonna break him in half!

"Around the Fur" by the Deftones kicks in, and the crowd suddenly pulls a complete 180. They start chanting "Skylark! Skylark!" before he even comes out! Once he does, the chant dissolves into cheering for "Skyhigh," who makes his way to the ring with a bounce in his step.

RM: Skylark is definitely not showing any signs of intimidation from Fenix thus far.

VC: I'd give him credit for being a good actor, but it's not that... he's just stupid!

RM: Of course he is, Vincent...

Skylark's smile fades away once he gets onto the apron, peering over the ropes towards Fenix. He enters the ring and the referee has to physically push the two men back before the introductions are given.

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the main event of the evening! Introducing first, to my right... he weighs in at 187 pounds, and hails from Phoenix, Arizona; currently the number three ranked wrestler in PWG - this is Troy Fenix! *the crowd starts booing Fenix again, who keeps his eyes focused on Skylark* And his opponent, weighing in at 199 pounds, from Ocean City, Maryland; he is the number two ranked wrestler in PWG - "Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark! *the crowd pops HUGE for the intro, but Skylark also remains focused on his opponent*

Both men slowly move towards each other, and the referee demands a handshake. They oblige, and the bell sounds - we're ready to go!

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.

RM: What away to kick it off! These guys are matching each other move for move so far!

VC: Fenix'll take it soon, Ron, trust me.

RM: If it stays like this, Vincent, it's going to be any man's game. These two are just so evenly matched!

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!

RM: There we go, Skylark shifts the momentum and now he's got Troy trapped!

VC: C'mon, Troy! Let's go!

RM: Skylark just let go - and Fenix flies face-first to the mat!

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!

RM: That's going to spell trouble, if Fenix tries to capitalize on it further.

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!

RM: Another series of counters, and again, Skylark takes it!

VC: Beginner's luck!

RM: Whatever it is, every time these two lock up, Skylark is winning the battle! This has got to be throwing Fenix off of his game.

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!

VC: That's it, baby! Now it's Troy's chance to turn it up!

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!

VC: YES! Kickout! He's not gonna put him away so early, Ron!

RM: I think, more than anything, Skylark is still trying to throw Fenix off.

VC: What he's trying to do is win it early so he can escape a beating, and that's just not gonna happen!

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.

RM: A good, fair move from head referee, Andy Petersen.

VC: Probably the only time that guy will get praise from me, either, Ron.

RM: Fenix is being allowed to get to his feet on his own, but here comes Skylark!

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!

RM: Skylark goes for the cover again-

VC: No way! Not a chance!

RM: Fenix kicks out at two, and "Skyhigh" remains on the attack.

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!

VC: Genius move from Fenix!

RM: Skylark could be knocked for a loop... Fenix needs to capitalize big time here!

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!

VC: HOLY CRAP!! He just kicked his freakin' head off!

RM: My word, Troy Fenix just risked his own well-being and may have finished Skylark for good!

VC: C'mon, Troy! Pin him!

RM: Well right now, both men are down... whoever gets up first will have the distinct advantage, and that's gotta be Fenix!

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.

RM: Fenix is putting some big time pressure on Skylark right now, maybe making him pay for showing him up earlier on.

VC: He didn't show up anybody! They were matched move for move, and Skylark just got lucky!

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.

VC: Ma-haaaan, he is just BRUTAL!

RM: The crowd is beginning another "Skylark" chant, and Fenix seems to be feeding off of it more than Bobby!

VC: It's great, ain't it?

Fenix moves in front of Skylark, 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!

VC: Man, Fenix is just so good! He thinks so quickly, Ronny!

RM: That he does, and now he covers... but only for a two count.

VC: That's one place Fenix definitely has it over Skylark. You can debate their abilities physically, but Fenix is 10 steps ahead of Skylark at every point!

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!

In Unison: OHHH!!!

RM: Oh my Lord! He just broke his neck, he had to!

VC: Skylark just crumpled like a piece of paper, man! He's gotta be done for!

RM: This crowd is in shock, but a few of them are applauding that move-

VC: HAH! And Fenix doesn't want it! He's yelling at the morons!

RM: He should concentrate on the match - wait, there he goes... the cover!

VC: It's all over right here, daddy!

RM: NO! Bobby got 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!

RM: The kid's back in it!

VC: Troy's just playing possum! He's fine!

RM: He's not gonna be - the crowd is behind Bobby again, and he's gearing up for a fight!

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.

RM: Skylark is trying to end it any which way here, a smart move while he's on top!

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!

VC: That's what ya get, punk!

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!

Troy Griffin: The winner of the match... Bobby Skylark! *the crowd erupts as Skylark's name is announced, nearly blowing the roof off*

RM: Oh, what a finish! It came right back down to these two men matching up, move for move once more!

VC: I told you! I told you - pure luck from Skylark! I'd like to see him get Fenix down and hit his finisher, then maybe he'd earn my respect!

RM: He should have it already - he's pinned Fenix in the main event!

Fenix is backing the referee into the corner, screaming into his face. Skylark, though, is on the other side of the ring celebrating. Wait... Fenix is coming towards Skylark!

RM: Oh, now what's he doing??

VC: Payback!

Fenix yanks Skylark off of the ropes, and he's ready to fight! Fenix is trying to calm Bobby down, and it seems to be working. What's going on?? Wait - Fenix extends his hand!

VC: Even in losing, Fenix is a classy guy!

RM: I'll believe that when I see it...

Skylark is hesitant here.... but shakes! He shakes his hand! Fenix lets go and now he slaps a hand on Skylark's shoulder. What a show of respect!

RM: Well, Vincent, I guess you were right...

VC: Of course!

Skylark has a grin on his face, and now he slaps the shoulder of Fenix... no, Fenix grabs his arm! OH!! He just kicked him in the face!

RM: OH, THAT NO GOOD-

VC: HAH! YES! Look at the blood pour from Skylark's face!

RM: I knew it! I knew he couldn't just let it go!

VC: And why should he?? Skylark got lucky, he didn't deserve that win!

RM: Just get him out of here! Troy Fenix has ruined a classic encounter!!