"Not Your Average Joe"
Live on from the New Orleans Arena in New Orleans, LA on 
August 1st, 2008

The scene slowly opens to a bar somewhere in America . Patrons gather in as the bartender picks up the remote control and points it towards the huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall. As the TV comes to life you see the image of an old wrestler standing in front of an old wrestling logo. The wrestler looks up and stares into the screen.  

Wrestler: “This isn’t the beginning of the end…yet the end of the beginning…”  

Suddenly you can hear the dragging drums and samples of Smashing Pumpkins’ “The Beginning IS The End Is The Beginning”.  

' Send a heartbeat to…'  

Project X is shown in the back pacing back and forth somewhere in a dark corner of the arena.  

' The void that cries through you…'  

The M.O.A is shown rushing the ring as the fans react to them.  

‘ Relive the pictures that have come to pass…'  

The LUNATIC FRINGE are shown warming up in the dressing room as a picture of them wearing the PWA Tag Team straps is hanging in the mirror.  

' For now we stand alone…'  

The song picks up, the camera returns to normal, and a steady drumbeat plays. Letters slowly begin to display themselves on the black screen.  

C. H. A. O. S.  

' The world is lost and blown…'  

The letters crumble away to the image of Deacon Frost leaving the ring, his hands bloody.  

' And we are flesh and blood disintegrate…'  

Nightmare and Ledge are shown grinning from behind the entrance curtains.  

' With no more to hate…'  

The picture of each PWA Champion flashes before the screen and rest on the picture of Mark McNasty holding the PWA World Title as the last line of the first verse echoes and the PWA Logo appears. The screen switches to the announce table and shoots all over the arena as the crowd goes nuts. Pyros shoot all over the arena as the cameras focus on the middle of the ring. In the middle of the ring is Eric Emerson, waiting to start the show.

 

UFT Match #1
Malcolm West & Riona Langly vs. Lunatic Fringe



Eric Emerson: "The following contest is set for one fall with a 30 minute time limit; it is a second round United Forces Tournament with a special guest referee."

The arena slowly darkens as "World Falls Away" by Seether begins to play over the PA system. Blue and silver smoke emanate from the sides of the entranceway as Nightstryker steps through onto the ramp.

He takes a moment to view his surroundings before proceeding towards the ring.

Upon entering, he takes his shades off and hands them to the ring announcer before heading to the middle of the ring to stretch and wait for the bell.

"West up" hits the PWA Chaos sound system and Malcom West walks out from the backstage area.

Eric Emerson: "Standing 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 250 pounds... Malcom... West!"

Malcom walks down to the ring with a smirk on his face. He slides under the bottom rope, pulling himself up and standing in a corner to await the match.

A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights flicker along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the
arena shut off completely, and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd doesn't really know what to think as images of angels and
death flash across the screen, superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning,
the music stops and a massive explosion of red pyro goes off on both sides of the entrance ramp as the the guitars kick in most mightily, the lights coming
back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala begins singing.

### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front
of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, bangs at the front
hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing first/next/his opponent, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 142 pounds..."

### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###

The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her
arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face.  A huge pop occurs as
a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out.  She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would
be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers
to switch back to blue.

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###

Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little
bounce.

Eric Emerson: "She comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennslyvania and is the Celestial Trigger..."

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance
ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards
the crowd.  The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets
through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before
walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose as silver pyro shoots up from the other three
turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

Eric Emerson: "RIOOOONA... LANGLLLYYYY!!"

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some
last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.
Eric Emerson: "Introducing their opponents at a total combined weight of 469 pounds... Lunatic Fringe!"

More Human Than Human by White Zombie blares over the Chaos speaker system as Lunatic Fringe walks down to the entrance ramp with cameras flashing, fans screaming, and whoops of joy can be heard amongst the assembled crowd. The two make their way under the top rope and stand in the corner.

DING DING DING

Sirus and Malcom meet in the middle of the ring, Sirus plants a boot to Malcom's midsection before the two can tie up.Spinning around Malcom, Sirus lifts him up and connects with a atomic drop that sends Malcom to the ropes. Catching a returning Malcom West, Sirus is keeping the offense fast and lively with a belly to belly suplex.

McDaniel: "Sirus with quick striking offense."

Rayne: "The hardcoreian West is not used to being dominated so early."

McDaniel: "Hardcorean? but he is managing well being off his game."

Rayne: "Yes, I have superior intelligence."

Sirus lifts the ailing West up high over head, driving the top of his head into the mat with a huge brainbuster. Sirus is up again, concentrating, for the meantime, on the task at hand; he stands Malcom on his feet delivering a few stiff blows to his jaw.

McDaniel: "Sirus with an inside cradle."

one slap... two slaps...

Rayne: "Near fall there, 2 and 3/4 count."

McDaniel: "Malcom West able to kick out there."

Elbow drop to the chest of Malcom West, another pin attempt.

one... two... Malcom kicks out again, getting the bear toting Sirus off of him barely before the third count. Sirus is shocked, not believing that he can't put away this man. Malcom is up to his knees, Sirus places the man in a frontface lock, wrenching the hold in deeply. Malcom is thrown into the ropes, but is quickly driven down to the mat with a huge spinebuster from Sirus Moran. Grabbing the leg of West, Sirus goes for the pin.

McDaniel: "One... two..."

Rayne: "West kicks out again, give it to him John, the man's got resiliency."

Malcom is shoved into a neutral corner; Sirus back up and charges aiming for a high knee to West's throat. Malcom ducks down, effectively dodging the move, but grasping onto the legs of Sirus Moran, delivering a spinning spinebuster of his own. The ref hits his knees

Rayne: "Here we go.. one... two..."

McDaniel: "And Sirus kicks out right after the 2 count."

Sirus is bounced off the ropes into a Malcom West hiptoss, Sirus is down to the mat. Malcom drops down onto one knee; he drapes that single knee across Sirus' throat, choking him. The ref rushes over as Sirus begins to flail his legs, his face is turning red from lack of oxygen

Ref: "Come on West, break the hold. Break it I said. One... two... three... four..."

Rayne: "And West there with a blatent choke on the veteran Sirus Moron."

McDaniel: "I'm sure you meant Moran."

West pulls the still red faced Sirus into the middle of the ring where the hardcore fighter grabs the ankles; he thrusts them apart and Sirus grabs the upper part of his thighs in pain.

McDaniel: "Another low and dirty move there by Malcom West."

Rayne: "Huh? I didn't see anything; what are you talking about?"

Lifting Sirus to his feet, he reverses him to where he is back to back with himself, Malcom drops Sirus with a swinging neckbreaker; Sirus hits the mat grabbing the back of his neck. Up again, Sirus is put into a wristlock and dragged to the corner where West tags in the Grizzley Beer Champion Riona Langly.

McDaniel: "Tag into Riona."

Rayne: "Lets see what the 7 and 2 Riona can do with Sirus here."

Riona throws Sirus into the corner where she runs in delivering a stiff high knee to Sirus' chest. She follows with a volley of sharp knife edge chops, turning the former tag team champion's chest blood red.

Rayne: "Riona's chops are so sharp, a trickle of blood is running down his chest."

McDaniel: "I hadn't seen that until you pointed it out, good observation."

Riona faces Sirus in the corner holding his chin in her hand, she delivers 3 hard European uppercuts, each driving the man's head back. Riona has a slight smile on her face as she pulls Sirus out from the corner, but whips him back in backwards just as quickly; she delivers multiple elbows to the neck area of Sirus.

McDaniel: "Riona and West holding nothing back here."

Rayne: "Because the next round is the finals."

Riona takes a few steps back, leaping into the air, she places a spinning roundhouse kick to the exposed neck of her opponent. Sirus stumbles bac slightly from the force of the impact where Riona takes the man down to the mat with a back to back neckbreaker.

McDaniel: "Both working as a team on the neck of Sirus Moran here."

Rayne: "Teamwork, just what the United Forces in United Forces Tournament means."

McDaniel: "Riona going for the pin..."

Rayne: "But only a 2 count, Moron had his foot on the ropes."

McDaniel: "Moran."

Riona climbs to the top turnbuckle diving, she connects to the forehead of Sirus with a knee drop. Riona again climbs to the top rop and leaps; Sirus sits up grabbing and planting Riona's head into the mat with an effective DDT.

McDaniel: "Desperation move there by Sirus."

Rayne: "Yeah, but it did pay off, not even I can discount its effectiveness."

Sirus pulls himself to his feet with the help of the ropes, but Malcom nails him with a stiff right hook causing Sirus to stumble across the ring.

Nightstryker: "Watch it West."
Sirus makes it about half-way before his legs give out and he stumbles to the mat.. winded. He raises his head to look at Randall standing on the bottom rope in their corner, his arm is outstretched towards Sirus. Randal begins slapping the turnbuckle, getting Sirus some momentum; similtaneously getting the crowd involved.

McDaniel: "Both wrstlers are down here, whoever makes it to their feet first may gain a huge advantage."

Randall: "Come on Sirus(clap, clap, clap clap clap) Come on Sirus(clap, clap, clap clap clap)"

The crowd gets into the chant and take over for Randall. Sirus begins crawling again, but feels a tug on his ankle, looking back he sees Riona holding his right ankle. The two reach their feet and tie up, Riona takes the weary Sirus down to the mat with a armbar into a facebuster. Both are down again, but Sirus is now closer to his corner, his struggle resumes. Inch by inch he crawls towards Randall, reaching to make the tag, he stumbles falling belly first on the mat again. He shakes his head and struggles back to his feet, he lunges and slaps the hand of his tag team partner and rolls onto the ring apron.

McDaniel: "Sirus makes the tag and Rayne, listen to this crowd going wild."

Rayne: "Yeah... I hear them."

Randall is through the ropes, fists ablaze; Riona has gained her feet, but is taken down with rights and lefts to her temple, she is rocked by the vigor at which this man is fighting.  Riona bounces back to her feet under a haymaker by Randall, but is caught off-guard by another haymaker from Randall, Riona is dazed again. Randall lands a kick to Riona's stomach, Randall bouncing off the ropes lands on the back of Riona's head with a leg drop; Riona's face is driven deeply into the mat.

Rayne: "Moran going for a pin."

McDaniel: "One... two... and Riona barely kicks out before the three count."

Rayne: "Fast count there by Nightstryker."

Randall is up after the count and delivers 3 straight German Suplexes to Riona, releasing her on the third suplex. Riona lands hard and is gasping for breath when Randall whips her into the ropes shebounces back, Randall bends down and has Riona is an inside cradle pinning position. Nightstryker hits the mat.

one... two... Riona manages to kick her legs flipping out of the inside cradle.

Rayne: "Close call there, another fast count."

McDaniel: "Let me guess, if it had been Riona pinning Randall there... fast count?"

Rayne: "Obviously."

Randall sets Riona up for an over the head toss; he tosses her, but she lands on her feet behind his back, she backs the back of Randall's knee. . She dazedly walks to Malcom where she tags him in, climbing through the ropes, she takes a seat on the apron.

Rayne: "She didn't seem too keen to tag in Malcom there."

Eric Emerson: "2 minutes remaining in the initial tag period."

McDaniel: "True, all might not be well in this camp."

Randall's left arm is put into an arm lock, and West is applying pressure to the elbow, forcing the joint to bend the wrong way. Having been unsuccessful in making Randall submit, he whips him into the ropes where Randall jumps and lands on Malcom West.

McDaniel: "Suicide Scherzo!"

Nightstryker hits the mat and makes the count.

one... two... three

Eric Emerson: "Malcom West has been eliminated"

Over the speakers a loud buzzing noise sounds signaling the tag period has ended. Riona aims a spinning heel kick to Randall's head, having only grazed him, she goes for a haymaker punch of her own, but Randall catches the punch. He takes her down to the mat with an armbar; looking up he signals for Sirus to leap down on her. Sirus lands a top rope knee drop onto Riona, they roll her over for the cover; both are on top of her. Stryker hits the mat.

Rayne: "A double pin? Is this legal?"

McDaniel: "No DQs in this portion of the match."

one... two.. Stryker looks up and sees Riona's foot on the bottom rope. At the same instant, both Sirus and Randall notice the foot. The two Morans stand up and discuss strategy while Riona is prone on the mat. Randall has his back to the Grizzly Beer champion and is  concentrating on strategy talk with Sirus. Sirus walks over to Al and chats strategy, Randall is rolled up by Riona; Nightstryker hits the mat...

one... two... three

Eric Emerson: "Randall Moran has been eliminated"

McDaniel: "Down to the last two in the match."

Rayne: "Great observation there... captain obvious."

The two hook up in the middle of the squared circle with a traditional collar and elbow tie up.

Riona loses her advantage in the tie up with Sirus, who gets her is a side headlock. Riona punches feebly at the sides of Sirus, who is looking extremely confident. His eyes widen as her arms entangle themselves around his side, Nightstryker hits the mat.

Rayne: "Tourniquet!"

 one... two... three

ding ding ding

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match the team of Malcom West and Riona Langly!"

McDaniel: "These two unlikely wrestlers heading towards the finals."

Rayne: "And we'll be right back with another exciting match here on the new and improved Friday Night Chaos."  

Backstage at Chaos, the cameras pick up on Sean O'Connor walking through the iron gray door that allows the PWA talent into the building. Sean is adorned in a white t-shirt, black denim jeans, and a Boston Red Sox baseball hat. He appears to be looking for something, but the focus of his hunt is as of yet, unknown. He is walking with a purpose towards some destination, some point of focus. All of a sudden, his light upon something, unseen, and he begins his trek towards it. The camera follows his progress, panning and he walks up on Lean Bean Miller talking with some backstage help. Lean Bean and his conversation partner are deep into conversation with their heads together. Sean walks up and taps Lean Bean on the shoulder; he looks up startled.

LBM: "Yeah... uh... can I help you?"

Sean: "Miller, I want an interview when you get the time. I've got something to say."

LBM: "Ok, give me a few minutes and I'll be right with you."

Lean Bean and the guy go back to their conversation; Sean stands off on the side away and awaits his moment with Lean Bean. Momentarily, LBM finishes up and walks over to Sean, mic in hand.

LBM: "Sean, are you ready? I've got a camera man coming here; he should be here shortly."

Sean nods and the man that LBM had been conversing with returns with a camera in hand. The camera is set up and he motions that he is ready for recording.

LBM: "PWA fans, we are backstage here with Sean O'Connor, one half of the so far, not so successful tag team O'Connor Boys."

Sean clears his throat gently, looking annoyed; LBM looks a tad bit nervous.

LBM: "Sean, what has brought you here tonight, neither you or your brother are set to wrestle."

Sean: "Well Miller, I've been back home for the past two weeks, not being scheduled because of this damn United Forces Tournament. In all actuality, I should be here this week cheering on Seamus; but that jerk West had to attack him."

LBM: "So, how is Seamus doing after the attack?"

Sean: "Sore as hell, but he'll live."

LBM: "Some attack huh?"

Sean: "Yeah it was, unprovoked; Seamus is not a racist as he has said. He did go back and watch his promo, it did sound racist and he apologized for that misunderstanding. But that son of a bitch West didn't seem to understand apologies, or didn't give a damn for it. But Miller, I'm not here for that. I'm here for one thing and one thing only. As I've said, I haven't been booked for the past two weeks, I want in a match, whatever kind of match doesn't really matter. I'd prefer a regular match, but whoever accepts the challenge can decide on the match type."

LBM: "So, you are here for a challenge?"

Sean: "Are you daft man? That is almost word for word what I just said. You see PWA Superstars, I want a match. I've learned, I've trained, I've studied old matches, old techniques I want to try them out on someone... on anyone. It can range from Scottie Snow to my mentor Chamelion... doesn't really matter. I just want in a match, I guess I just really want to prove to the fans, other wrestlers, and mainly to myself that I do have what it takes to make it in this business."

LBM: "Well you and your brother have won a few matches; but lost many too."

Sean glares at LBM before speaking to the camera again.

Sean: "Well, however true that is, the challenge is out there. PWA Execs, Board of Directors, do whatever it takes, allow my challenge or deny it. Just know that I am here and will be at Rampage or Chaos next week if anyone has the gumption to take me on in a match. As everyone knows, we love to fight... but know this... I want to wrestle."

LBM: "There's a difference?"

Sean: "Yeah, fighting has no thinking involved; just protect yourself and attack. Wrestling... think, strategy, cunning is all part of the game. Miller, I'm ready to play the game, I'm ready to hit that reset button and begin my career."

LBM: "But you've wrestled before."

Sean: "It is a metaphor Miller, I'm ready to give this my all to concentrate on it more, ready to really start my wrestling career... you know?"

LBM: "Gotcha... well that does it for now... back to you guys at ringside."

Second Time Is A Charm…  

McDaniel: “We are having a big night tonight and it’s only going to get bigger.”  

Rayne: “Bigger? No, the better word would be brutal, especially with this next match coming up. Hold up, something is going on in the back.”  

The camera switches to the back and you see Bronx Williams, lying in a pool of blood and shattered pieces of wood. Bronx is screaming in pain as the camera focuses on his left arm. Its wedged between a chair and looks to be broken. EMTs stabilize the arm and get ready to check the rest of Bronx as...  

McDaniel: “For the second week in a row, Bronx is on the business end of a brutal beating. This time it looks like it’ll take more than a week for him to heal up this time.”  

The fans quiet down in the arena as the lights go purple. Smoke slowly rises from the entrance. A rain like mist floats through the arena as the opening guitar riff of Saliva’s “I Walk Alone” blares through the speakers.

“I walk alone
I walk for miles inside this of pit of danger
A place where no one follows me
I walk alone”  

Rayne: “Looks like someone is coming out here looking for answers”


UFT Match #2
The Deadpool vs. El Rey de Corazones & Fire

Eric Emerson: “Ladies The following contest has a 20-minute time limit, and an initial tag period of 5 minutes, and is a second round match-up of the United Forces Tournament! Introducing first, Weighting in at 350, standing 7 feet tall, and hailing from the Bowery.”

“Yeah
I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads
I've never understood a damn thing that they said
From words to actions
Never knowing what they're about
I guess I'll have to chew them up and spit them out
And I'll say yeah”

Eric Emerson:  “DEACON FROST!”

Pyros explodes and out walks Deacon Frost. He is wearing a black leather duster. He has on black baggy jeans and black boots. Frost’s fist and forearms are covered in white tape. Frost stands in the middle of the pyros going off around him. He slowly makes his way down to the ring. Frost steps up onto the ring apron and over the top rope.

“I walked for miles inside this pit of danger
I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger
The weight of the world has fallen on me
I walk alone”

The fans go wild as the big man tosses his leather duster over the top rope and calls for a mic. But before he can say anything...  

Eric Emerson: “And now, his opponent… Introducing first, from Villahermosa , Tobasco , Mexico ... he is The King of Hearts... EL REY DE CORIZONES!”  

As "Baila Casanova" by Paulina Rubino hits the arena speakers, the stage lights up with flickering flame-colored lighting. A red spotlight hits the stage as El Rey de Corazones steps out onto the stage. The King of Hearts is wearing black-and-silver wrestling tights, black wrestling boots, a black ombrero and a Toreador jacket. The sombrero is banded in silver with red hearts, while his jacket is black with red and silver trim and bears an appliqué of a large red heart encircled bandoleer style with a gold crown.

El Rey bears a bouquet of roses in his hand. As he walks to the ring he tosses flowers to the female fans in attendance. He walks up the ringsteps and waits patiently in the center of the ring for his tag team partner.  

Eric Emerson: “His partner hails from Hollywood , California ...”  

The arena goes black and as red skull and crossbones appears all over the arena.  

Eric Emerson: “She is the fiery vixen Jessica Asai... FIRE!”  

Then the sound of This Fire by Franz Ferdinand hits the PA. Fire comes out wearing a black tank top with a red skull and cross bones on the middle, tight fitting black spandex pants, pigtails pulled back with red and black ribbon, and a devilish smile to boot. Wasting no time with the fans she runs quickly down to the ring and slides in under the ropes. Once inside the ring, El Rey de Corazones presents her with the remaining dozen roses, causing her to smile.  

Rayne: “I think they should of let the man have his airtime, because now Frost looks like he is going to seriously cost us our license.”  

Before the ref can call for the bell, the lights go out. As the lights come back on, in the middle of the ring is none other than “The Original PWA Monster” Project X. The crowd explodes as PX raises up the chair he has in his hand, waiting for Frost to turn around.  

McDaniel: “What the Hell!?! Why is he out here, he has a match later on that he needs to worry about.”  

Rayne: “You gotta remember, Frost took PX out of the game. It looks like PX is just trying to return the favor.”  

Frost turns around and his head is nearly taken clean off by a brutal looking swing from Project X. The big man crumbles to the ground as PX stands over him. PX bends down and whispers to Frost.

PX: “Never forgive…never forget.”  

PX drops the chair and looks at the ref and tells him to ring the bell. As the bell rings, Fire, who is standing in shock, regains her senses and drops down to cover a fallen Frost.  

McDaniel: “What is she doing?”  

Rayne: “Hey, the bell has rung and there is still a match to be rung and since the attack happened before the bell was rung, this is legal.”  

PX grabs the ref by the collar.  

PX: “Count the pin!!!”  

The ref nervously drops down and begins the count.  

ONE…  

TWO…  

THREE…  

Emerson looks to step into the ring to announce the winner but stops as PX picks up the chair. El Rey and Fire quickly make their way out of the ring and up the rampway, shocked, but winners in this match up. PX grabs Frost by the leg and drags him to the corner.  

Rayne: “Looks like payback isn’t over.”  

McDaniel: “This isn’t right, security needs to be down here right now.”  

PX puts Frost’s ankle in between the chair and rest it against the second and third turnbuckle. The crowd is on their feet, fearing what may happen next. PX grins, before running full speed and nailing a Yakuza kick right into the chair, crushing Frost’s ankle between the steel from the force. Frost screams out in pain.  

McDaniel: “OH MY GOD!!!!”  

Rayne: “Damn you could hear the snap from here.”  

EMTs rush down  and hit the ring as PX slowly backs away smiling. Shutting the words…  

PX: “Enjoy your time off, punk.”  

PX drops down and rolls out of the ring. He back peddles up the rampway as the crowd boos at his actions. PX soaks in the boos as he disappears through the curtain. The cameras quickly cut to the backstage as McDaniel yells for security to make sure PX doesn’t try to harm Frost anymore then he has already.  

Business Gets Personal  

McDaniel: "Fans, we have a disturbance backstage involving Malcom West and Seamus O'Connor."

A camera is cut on backstage where blood is splattered on the floor and Seamus is standing over a bloody and proned Malcom West. Seamus takes a barbed wire wrapped steel chair and drags it over the carcass of Malcom West, digging rivets into his flesh. Malcom screams in pain and the blood pours heavier from the newly opened wounds. Seamus has a bloody grin across his face, swinging the chair he it lands across the face of Malcom West, busting his nose and knocking his gold tooth out from his mouth.

Seamus: "Malcom, like I told you last week and I'm fixing to tell you again; I am not racist, never have been and never will be. Listen to me and listen good, this was just merely business last week, but your attack provoked or not has made it very personal. You see, not only did you cost me a chance at tag team gold, you cost Nightstryker a chance to have gold around his waist. See, I couldn't give two shits about Stryker now, but you.... are an entirely different story. You claimed to be hardcore and while you gave me an ass whooping I won't soon forget, you and me Toyota Center August 8th. Either on Chaos or Rampage, I'll give you a big ole Texas ass whooping; that is, if you got the balls to accept. Oh wait Malcom, let me give you a little helping hand so to speak, don't accept and each week until you do I'll come from behind or from the front kicking your ass attacking you when you least expect it until you decide to accept. Listen to me Malcom, can you hear me? Well if you can't you'll watch the replay of this for the next week, I'm going to turn you every way but loose. You see Malcom, while I may not be a great technical wrestler, in fact I pretty much suck at it, I'm one hell of a fighter and brawler. Ask Moke and Dragon, they've felt me fight in a match. Yeah we only won one match against them, but ask how they felt the next day, garantee they didn't feel their best."

Riona: "Get some security back there to stop this, this is totally uncalled for."

Seamus looks up at the running footsteps, seeing security guards, he ducks through a side door. Security gives chase, but when the door is opened a dark green Mazda Miata pulls away, tires screeching.

UFT Match #3
Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Corey Lazarus & The Kumquat Kid

Eric Emerson: ”The following contest is a second round match in the United Forces tournament!”  

Disturbed's "Meaning of Life" blasts over the PA system, and an explosion of pyro temporarily deafens the crowd. The smoke dissipates as Jason Jones emerges from behind the curtain, shaking out his arms and walking down the ramp to the ring, focused.  

Eric Emerson: ”Introducing first, he weighs in tonight at 265 pounds, and stands at 6 feet, 6 inches tall...”  

Jones stops halfway down the ramp, crossing his arms over his chest, and scouts the arena before letting out a loud yell and jumping up onto the ring apron. He grabs the top rope, pulling it down and stepping over it, and then stands in his corner, his arms out in a crucifix position.  

Eric Emerson: ”From New Haven , Connecticut ...JASON JONES!!”  

"Meaning of Life" dies, killing the houselights as it does so, all the while smoke beings pouring out from behind the curtain.  

Eric Emerson: ”Next, hailing from Los Angeles , California ...”  

A pulsing beat hits the air as "The Great American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie begins to play as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and cropped halter tops rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the music. The arena lights begin to strobe in synchronicity to the music as the opening guitar riff hits its crescendo, the huge monitors flashing in counterpoint.  

~Dig deep down from Planet X, yeah~
~Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head~
~Step right up and feel the fire~
~Hardcore love of the never dead~

Nightmare steps out from behind the entrance curtain, his eyes hidden behind his trademark Gargoyle sunglasses, and his face covered in red warpaint. A blast from the rafters unleashes a rain of red pyro onto the stage as Nightmare holds his arms to the side, turning his face to the sky.  

Eric Emerson: ”Weighing in tonight at 280 pounds...”  

~Call me the American nightmare~
~Call me the American dream~
~Call me your soul corrupted~
~Call me everything you need~

Nightmare marches his way down the ramp, spotlights cutting through the audience before the brightest one settling on him. He slides under the bottom rope, rising to a knee as he slides off his Gargoyles, his eyes scanning the ring around him.  

Eric Emerson: ”And stands at 6 feet, 8 inches tall...”  

Nightmare jumps up to his feet in the center of the ring, pumping his fist into the air as red pyro shoots from all four corner posts.  

~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Who do you love, yeah~


Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!“  

The lights return as the music dies, and Wehali hands his Gargoyles off to a ringside attendant. As Nightmare does this the houselights go down. An old fashioned, black and white film countdown scrolls on the ADC-Tron, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.
 
!!BOOM!!

A single blast of pyro shakes the arena, setting off the 11 snare hits that leads into the heavy part of "The Ecstasy of Gold," as covered by Metallica. A spotlight shines on the entrance curtain, and out walks Corey Lazarus, with his white towel draped over his shoulder.  

Eric Emerson: ”Introducing at this time...”  

Corey's eyes remain hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, his fingers pointing up to the ADC-Tron above him. Clips of his various achievements throughout his career scroll, including his Superkicking of Jimmy Ultros off of the ring apron into a C2 charge-filled dumpster from Rumble in the Bronx '01, nailing a somersault dropkick to a chair placed in front of Silverback's head from a Rampage in the summer of '01, and dropping Tommy Riley on his head with the Mercury Driver from Genesis 6 to claim the Tempest title for the second time.  

Eric Emerson: ”He weighs in tonight at 230 pounds...”  

Lazarus jogs in place at the end of the stage, shaking out his limbs, and then begins walking solemnly down the ramp. He points out to the crowd, nodding at the various signs for him scattered about, and then turns around, focusing his attention to more images of his glory on ADCTron: dropping Phoenix on his head with the Mercury Driver to win the 2008 Who's The Man tournament; kicking out after being drilled with Raizzor's Tombstone Shoulderbreaker at Revolutions Per Minute; rolling out of the way of Sean Moro's Near Death Experience and kipping up to his feet, lifting Moro up and dropping him head-first to the mat with the Mercury Driver to capture the DRWF Eternal title.  

Eric Emerson: ”And standing at 6-foot-1...”  

Corey turns around to face the ring as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again.  

Eric Emerson: ”Hailing from Hollywood , California ...”  

Lazarus steps into the ring, shoo'ing away both Nightmare and Jones, and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. The guitars ring out as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.  

Eric Emerson: ”He is "The Premiere Attraction"...”  

The snare drum comes back in, keeping a faster pace, and then the guitars and bass return as well, playing a more high tempo variation of the main theme at 1:52 mark. Corey leaps to his feet, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban's off, turning his body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere.  

Eric Emerson: ”...COREY LAZARUS!!”  

The last image on the ADCTron before "The Ecstasy of Gold" fades into silence, the house lights returning, is that of Corey Lazarus being held up on the shoulders of Jesse White and Malcolm West, the PWA World title held up high above his bloodied head while Cliff Young, Tina Young, Hiro Takawa, Andrew Crow, and Emma O'Reilly look on behind him, applauding. Just as soon as the image is focused on, it is replaced by a lime green screen. A floating kumquat bounces into the center of the frame, and, suddenly, the eyes and mouth of one Ryan Lewis appear on it, screaming in his shrill voice... 

“HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAY!!!”

Orange pyro shoots off from the four corner posts, startling the three men waiting in the ring, and the Aquabats' "Look at Me, I'm a Winner" cues up as Ryan Lewis jumps out from behind the curtain, running in place and looking from side to side with a wide, goofy smile. He points down to the ring, and then charges forth, slapping a few high-five's along the way.  

Eric Emerson: ”Introducing last, he hails from Dade City , Florida , and weighs in tonight at 200 pounds...”  

Lewis leaps up onto the apron, holding the top rope, and then paces back and forth, trying to decide between the post with the ringsteps or the one without. He stops in the middle, shrugs, and then looks all around, his smile never fading.  

Kumquat Kid: “VIVA LA KUMQUAT!!”  

Fans: “VIVA LA KUMQUAT!!!”  

Eric Emerson: ”Standing at 6 feet even, he is a former PWA Grizzly Beer champion, he is...”  

Lewis springboards onto the top rope, turning himself around so that his back is to the ring in the process, and then backflips off, landing on his feet in the center of the ring. Corey has to jump out of the way to avoid being hit by Lewis, but KK doesn't care, and just holds his arms up into the air as he jumps up and down, turning to all sides of the crowd.  

Eric Emerson: ”"THE KUMQUAT KID" RYAN LEWIS!!!”  

"Look at Me, I'm a Winner" dies down, and the referee calmly explains the rules to Lewis, Lazarus, Nightmare, and Jones, and then directs all four men to their respective corners. The ref signals for the bell, and Emerson takes a seat in his position, tapping the timekeeper on the shoulder before pointing to the ref.  

**DING DING DING**

Corey steps into the center of the ring as Kumquat looks on, a little confused, but he then shrugs his shoulders and steps onto the apron. Corey tosses the white towel into his corner and stretches his limbs out, jogging in place. Jones steps to the middle of the ring and jaws a minute with The Laz. The former World Champion hauls off and slaps the taste out of Jones mouth. The big man takes a step back, not from the pressure of the blow but from the shock.  

Rayne: “And our former World Champion is letting Jones know that size isn’t going to put fear in him.”  

McDaniel: “That maybe a mistake on his part.”  

Jones smiles and fires a hard left shot to the jaw of The Laz. And the two are off pounding away on one another, neither man giving an inch. Right hand from Jones. Right hand from Lazarus. Right. Left. Right. Left. The two traded blows until Jones began to get the upper hand, whipping Corey into the ropes and running against the ropes himself. And as The Laz come out the corner, JJ nails a vicious clothesline sending Lazarus to the mat.  

McDaniel: “What a big-time clothesline. And I bet you Corey is regretting that slap right now.”  

Jones mounted Lazarus, pounding away with successive lefts and rights as the crowd grew to a feverish intensity. The ref starts to count and JJ backs off and lifts Corey up. The big man whips The Laz to the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but the former World Champion leap frogs over Jones, landing behind him. Jones turns around and is met with a loud knife edge chop.  

Crowd: “WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”  

Rayne: “Must be old wrestler country.”  

Corey starts to unload with some brutal chops as the crowd reacts. Jones pushes Lazarus out the way and tries to give himself some room, but the former World Champion comes off the ropes with a picture perfect spinning wheel kick in the back taking the big man down to one knee. As Jones goes to stand up, Lazarus runs towards his back and jumps up grabbing Jason’s neck and bringing him down with a backstabber. Jones hits the mat holding his back as Corey pops up dusting his shoulder off.  

Rayne: “The former champ is in rare form tonight.”  

McDaniel: “He better stay on him.”  

 Corey plays to the crowd a little bit before getting back to work with vicious stomps. The Laz picks up the big man and fires him into the corner. Corey rushes in and goes for a clothesline but with a quick burst of power, Jones grabs him. JJ lifts Corey up in the air and plants him in the middle of the ring with a powerful spinebuster.  

McDaniel: “WOW, and the big man nearly pops back up on his feet from the impact. The Laz just got all the air pushed out of him.”  

Nightmare yells at Jones to go for the cover and JJ drops down.  

One…

 

Two…

 

Corey kicks out and Jones doesn’t give him any breathing space and drops an elbow to his neck. Jones helps up Lazarus before lifting him for a vertical suplex. Corey, however, has other ideas, slipping out of the hold and flipping, landing on his feet behind Jones. Lazarus grabs JJ. Corey sets his feet and lifts upwards and sends JJ soaring with a release German suplex. Corey pauses for a moment to catch his breath before continuing. Lazarus picks Jones up and tossed him into the corner. He slowly walked over and repeatedly jammed his shoulder into Jones’ midsection. The ref forced the break, which Lazarus gave, before standing in front of JJ and slamming an elbow back, connecting with the side of Jones’s face and getting quite a reaction from the crowd.  

McDaniel: “The Laz showing why he held that World Championship by dictating the match.”  

Rayne: “As long as Laz stay in control like this, the match should be over quick.”  

McDaniel: “Hopefully Lazarus doesn’t get too cocky…underestimating people is an easy way to end up with a mark in the loss column.”  

Rayne: “Whatever… “  

Corey gets more reaction from the crowd as his knife edge chops pound at JJ’s chest. Corey goes to whip Jones out of the corner, but at the last minute, Jones reverses and fires The Laz back into the corner. Jones is quickly in and mounts The Laz. Jones raises his fist and starts firing right hands into the head of Lazarus.  

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

THREE…

 

FOUR…

 

FIVE…

 

SIX…

 

Jones fires Cory into his corner. Corey bounces off and is greeted with a right hand flooring him. Jones tags in Nightmare, who quickly grabs Corey and pushes him into the corner. Nightmare begins fire some very stiff looking kicks into the legs and ribs or Corey Lazarus. As Corey staggers out, Jon grabs him by the neck and drops down, placing his knees in Laz’s chest.  

McDaniel: “That move there is called the Lung Stabber.”  

Rayne: “I just call it painful.”  

Nightmare picks up Corey and fires him quickly into the ropes. As he comes off, Kumquat Kid slaps Corey on the back as he flings off the ropes towards a waiting Nightmare. Nightmare catches Corey in a vicious looking Exploder Suplex. Meanwhile, Kumquat Kid has climbed the top rope. Nightmare turns around and is greeted by a flying headscissors takedown by Lewis. Nightmare rolls with it and pops up on his feet as Corey rolls over to the floor. As Jon pops up, Ryan stands there and claps his hands. Corey pulls himself up on the apron on his side of the ring and yells at KK to get serious. Ryan sticks out his hands and extends it to Nightmare. Nightmare looks out into the crowd then back to Lewis. Corey shakes his head as the two shake hands.  

McDaniel: “What a great show of sportsmenship.”  

Rayne: “I think I’m gonna be sick.”  

KK and Nightmare circle each other for a moment before locking up. The much larger nightmare starts to back Kumquat up into the corner. Nightmare backs Ryan all the way into the corner. The ref steps in and the two do a clean break. Nightmare waves for Kumquat come on. Ryan runs and hits the ropes and comes off going for a clothesline. KK bounces off Nightmare. Jon smiles and tells him to try again. KK goes off the ropes for another clothesline but once again bounces off the big man. Nightmare tells him one more time. Kumquat puts his finger up before slide under the ropes and reaching under the bottom of the ring apron.  

Rayne: “What the Hell is that fool looking for now?”  

Kumquat pulls out two cans of Kumquat Juice. The crowd explodes as Ryan slides back into the ring with the two cans. He pops the top of both cans and drinks them. Kumquat starts to hulk up as the crowd explodes in laughter. Kumquat hits the ropes and comes off with a head full of steam. Kumquat stretches his arm out for the clothesline, but this time Nightmare side steps and Ryan goes past and crushing through the ropes.    

McDaniel: “I guess Nightmare wasn’t willing to take a chance this time.”  

The crowd laughs louder as Ryan stands up and applauds Nightmare for the sidestep. Ryan rolls back in and the two lock up again. This time as Nightmare starts to back Lewis up; KK drops down and nails a dropkick to the knee. Nightmare drops down to one knee and Kumquat nails a flipping dropkick that nails Jon right on the chin.  

McDaniel: “Kumquat showing why he isn’t all jokes and laughs.”  

Rayne: “Yeah, yeah…he has some skill.”  

Nightmare rolls back onto his shoulders and kips up, rubbing his jaw. The two lock up again, this time, Kumquat quickly sinks behind Jon with a waistlock. Ryan tries to lift the big man, but Jon is locking his legs, keeping him from going up. Nightmare with a quick elbow to the face, he then drops down and trips up Lewis! Jon grabs Lewis and goes to whip him to the rope, but Ryan reverses. As Nightmare hits the far side ropes, Lazarus pulls down the top rope. Nightmare goes right over the ropes and hits the floor hard. Corey waits for Jon to get up to one knee; Corey leaps off with crossbody, smashing Jon against the guard railing. Ryan looks to the ref then looks to the outside.  

Kumquat Kid: “VIVA LA KUMQUAT!”  

Lewis runs to the ropes at top speed and hops on the top rope and springboards off with a shooting star press like splash onto both Nightmare and Corey! Jones is now looking at the pile of flesh on the outside and smiles.  

Rayne: “I don’t like the look in his eyes.”  

Jones runs to the turnbuckle nearest the pile up. Jason leaps off and looks like a 747 come down to land as he crash onto the three men below. Nightmare is the first one up and grabs KK and rolls him into the ring. As he does that, Jones grabs Lazarus and goes to fire him into the steel steps, but The Laz reverses. Nightmare lifts Ryan up and plants him with the STO and goes for the pin.

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

Save by Lazarus. The ref turned his back to escort Lazarus outside and check on Jones on the outside. Corey yells at the ref to let Jones stay on the outside. As soon as he says this, Jones reaches up and yanks Corey off the ring apron. Lazarus’ head bounces off the ring apron as Jones looks like he has had enough.  

McDaniel: “There is only so much disrespect a man will take.”  

Rayne: “Well I’m waiting to see him do something.”  

Jones grabs The Laz and lifts him up for a suplex and holds him there for a second before dropping him ribs first across the guard railing. Jones steps back and places a boot right into the side of Corey’s face. Jones follows Corey over the guard railing into the crowd, while Nightmare is in the ring sizing Ryan up. Wehali lifts Kumquat Kid up and plants him to the mat again. STORM CRADLE DRIVER!!!!  

Rayne: “WOW…that was some impact!!!”  

Nightmare lifts KK up and fires him to the ropes. Jon goes for that roundhouse kick of his, but Kumquat Kid ducks! Into the other ropes! Kumquat Kid flying back elbow. Wehali catches. Wehali lifts up Lewis and plants him with a surprise release German suplex that puts Kumquat Kid on the top of his head.  

Crowd: “OWWWWWWW…”  

Jon drops down for a cover.  

ONE…  

TWO…  

Kumquat uses his last burst of energy to kick up as Nightmare looks down at him. Nightmare sets up in the middle of the ring, waiting for KK to get up again. On the outside, we can see Lazarus getting thrown back onto the ringside area. Jones steps over the guard railing and goes to grab Corey, but The Laz pulls himself up onto the ring apron and calls for the ref. The ref yells at Jones to get to his side of the ring as KK begins to get up. But before Nightmare can do anything, Corey jumps off the ropes at Nightmare and wraps him up in a front facelock. Wehali balances himself and fires some stiff shots to The Laz’s ribs. Corey loosens the hold and Nightmare is able to twist Laz around and lift him up in a firemen’s carry. Lazarus’ back is on Nightmare’s shoulders.  

Rayne: “The is not the place, The Laz wants to be right now.”  

McDaniel: “Nightmare is going for that Navajo Driver.”  

Lazarus gets planted into the mat before quickly rolling to the outside. Wehali turns around, quick enough to see KK go for a flipping dropkick. Nightmare quickly backs up and Kumquat, showing his amazing agility, lands back on his feet. As soon as he lands Nightmare gets the kick to the midsection. He has Ryan locked up in that double arm butterfly hold and lifts.  

McDaniel:THE BROKEN ARROW!!!! NIGHTMARE FOR THE COVER…”  

ONE...


TWO...


Jones hits the ring and cuts off Lazarus, keeping him from breaking the count.
 

THREE!!!  

It was over as the ref called for the bell and Nightmare rolls off of Lewis. He pumped his fist in the air before rolling out the ring, with Jones following soon after.  


UFT Match #4
Mark McNasty & Jamie Flynn vs. Project X & Psycho Sandra  

Eric Emerson: "The following is another United Forces Tournament second round match. Introducing first..."

As the ring clears and all is made ready for the next contest, the stadium lights go out for a moment, allowing the crowd to talk
amongst themselves. After a while, a few sparks erupt near the top of the ramp. The continue to grow in size until it looks like an accidental electrical
fire has gone off, and finally...

BAM!!!

An explosion sounds off throughout the entire stadium! A heavy guitar intro plays through the speakers, and the televisions begin to display motorcycles,
beer, cigars, and finally...

Buried deep inside; and fighting to survive!
My own dying breath is anticipating death!!

Eric Emerson: "Standing 5 foot 8 inches and weighing in at 125 pounds, all the way from Washington D.C. .. Psycho Sandra!"

Sandra runs down the ramp. She's wearing a pair of black leather shorts, a leather halter top, knee-high boots covered in thick buckles, and fishnet pantyhose.
Her hair is done up into two curly pigtails, and there is a heavy looking crowbar in her hands.

Decompose! A corpse; to feed the crows!
Out of sight and mind! They buried me.. they buried me alive!!

Sandra is stopped by the referee, who makes her put the baseball bat on the announcer's table. She
finally agrees and runs back into the ring, rotating her shoulders and neck in between waving to the crowd as her song dies down.

Eric Emerson: "Her tag team partner... from Parts Unknown standing at an even 7 feet tall and weighing 352 pounds... Project X!"

The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of red strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Hysteria" by Muse
hits the PA system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the outline of Project X can be made as he jogs on the spot, preparing
himself for the task ahead. When the music reaches it's peak, he bursts forth in a rush of energy and launches his chokeslamming arm up into the air as
a jet of pyro launches up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing their opponents for this match..."

Eric Emerson: "6 foot and a quarter inches and weighing in at 205 pounds.... Intercontinental Champion... Jamie Flynn"

The house lights dim, and he enters the ring to Breathe by Taproot.

Eric Emerson: "His tag team partner and your PWA Heavyweight Champion..."

The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Atlanta , Gerogia. Weighting in at 255, and standing at 6 foot 3 inches,

Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back.

Eric Emerson: He's "The Main Event."

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience.

Eric Emerson: MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp. He slaps
hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving
another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left,
then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes
his way to his corner as the music fades.

McDaniel: "A lopsided team if there ever was one in this tournament."

Rayne: "Lopsided? Whatever do you mean John?"

DING DING DING

In the corner of PX and Sandra, we can hear their conversation.

PX: "I'll get this one sweetie, don't worry your pretty little head."

Sandra: "I can take care of myself, and don't call me sweetie!"

PX shrugs and turns to the inside of the ring and Sandra steps to the apron, not looking pleased.

McDaniel: "PX taking the first part of this match."

Rayne: "Yeah, and hitting on Chamelion's woman at the same time."

McNasty and Flynn decide that Mark will start this match, but he turns around to find PX standing in the ring awaiting him; Flynn stands on the ring apron chuckling. McNasty points at Sandra and nods his head, PX shakes his head no.

Rayne: "Mark wanting Sandra in the contest here."

McDaniel: "And Project X having none of it."

The two stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring and Mark looks up into the face of PX; McNasty jumps and slaps PX in the face, smirking. As Mark lands, PX connects with a huge uppercut causing Mark to fly slightly up in the air and land on his ass, the smirk is gone from Mark's face. Mark is quickly back to his feet and is caught by a temple shot from PX. The blow staggers Mark, who charges and quickly tossed face first into the turnbuckle. PX grabs the back of Mark's head, slamming it repeatedly into the turnbuckle. Pulling the Champion out of the corner, PX performs a picture perfect vertical suplex.

McDaniel: "Mark's feet nearly touched the lights."

Rayne: "Woulda been lights out then, huh?"

The force of the landing brings Mark back to his feet where PX is waiting with a body slam, driving the Main Event back to the mat back first. Mark rolls over grabbing his back in pain. PX is in complete control and picks up McNasty, lifting him over his head, he throws him across the mat into a neutral corner where again McNasty lands back first.

McDaniel: "The champ being over powered now."

Rayne: "Bet Phoenix is loving this."

PX waits on Mark to gain his feet again where upon he is whipped into the ropes, McNasty baseball slides out of the ring, under the bottom rope and grabs his back wincing in pain.

Rayne: "Smart move there to take a breather so soon into the match."

McDaniel: " A furious high powered offense from PX here, he has come back and with a vengence."

Rayne: "Definitely something to prove."

PX steps over the top rope in hot pursuit of Mark, the ref begins his count.

Ref: "One... two... three..."

McDaniel: "PX is outside after the world champ."

Rayne: "No rest for the weary."

Ref: "Four... Five... Six..."

McNasty stops at the sight of Sandra, and he turns noticing a charging PX.

Ref: "Seven... eight.."

McNasty slides back into the ring and is up on his feet, awaiting PX. PX tries to follow but is hit with an elbow drop on to the back of his head. Mark back up and delivering a knee drop to the same spot on PX's skull. PX is writhing in pain, grabbing the back of his skull. Mark taking the oppurtunity given runs jumping onto the top turnbuckle, diving with a moonsault onto the back of PX. Mark rolls his large body over and goes for the pin.

one... two... two three quarters and the ref notices the foot on the bottom rope.

McDaniel: "Quick attack and cover."

Rayne: "Too early for that though."

Whipping PX into the corner, Mark delivers a elbow and forearm combo to the bigger opponent. Mark plants a boot into the man's stomach and delivers a quick uppercut to the face of PX, throwing the man backwards over the turnbuckle, but PX falls back down in the corner. Mark climbs up stradling PX and reigns down on his head with stiff right hands.

Crowd: "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine..."

Mark rears back aiming the 10th blow, but is caught under his armpits by PX who tosses the man across the ring. A grunt can be heard from behind the mask of PX with the effort it took. PX shakes his head as he stumbles out of the corner; his hand goes to his temple. Mark looks up from the mat and sees an oppurtunity, gaining his feet quickly, he leaps with a huge spear sending both men into the corner turnbuckles, both men go down in a heap.

Rayne: "Did you see that spear from McNasty?"

McDaniel: "It was huge and from out of nowhere."

Rayne: "Took both men down and that is no easy task."

Both men begin their long journy to their respective corners, no pretense of trying to stop the other. PX is inching his way along to Sandra and Mark has sweat pouring from under his hair, down his face as he inches his way towards Flynn. Sandra reaches as far down and across as her arms will allow trying to reach PX first before McNasty reaches Jamie Flynn.

Eric Emerson: "30 seconds remain in the initial tag period."

Both PX and McNasty are half way to their respective corners, gaining distance inch by agonizing inch.

Rayne: "Can either team make the initial tag in the time remaining?"

McDaniel: "If they don't, both are disqualified."

The camera is picking up Flynn's arm stretched out as far as it can stretch; across the ring, Sandra is on the bottom rope reaching and encouraging PX closer, both are about 5 inches away from their partner.

Eric Emerson: "15 seconds remaining."

Both PX and McNasty seem to have run out of gas.

McDaniel: "It looks like whoever gets the tag will win the match, but who has the energy left?"

Rayne: "I think their tanks are completely empty."

Eric Emerson: "5 seconds."

Both reach out but their arm falls to the mat helpless. The crowd begins to count down the time remaining on the big screen. The two make one last ditch effort and tag their respective partners similtaneously.

Both Jamie and Sandra rush into the ring eager to prove themselves; Sandra takes down Flynn with a drop toe hold and is quickly on the attack with a crossface. Just as quickly she is back up dropping an elbow onto the pronounced shoulder of Flynn, she repeats her actions another 3 times before turning to stomping away at the shoulder socket. Grabbing Flynn's wrist in a wristlock, she jumps over the back of Flynn nearly popping his shoulder out of its socket. Maintaining her hold on the wrist, she brings Flynn to his feet to whip him into the ropes, Jamie comes back with a cross body block, both are down on the mat.

McDaniel: "Again both members are down."

Rayne: "I don't think McNasty nor PX have gained their feet yet."

McDaniel: "that was one hell of a spear by Mark."

Flynn crawls to the neutral corner and uses the corner to pull himself to his feet, on the opposite side of the ring, Sandra is doing the same. The two charge at each other, Flynn tries to deliver a clothesline, but Sandra ducks underneath and positions Jamie in a belly to back suplex. She has her arms locked around him and lifts, but Flynn sensing danger plants himself, he backfists her in the mouth; she breaks the hold. Flynn takes a step back and charges with an elbow smash to Sandra, both are outside the ring and the ref begins the count.

Ref: "one... two... three... four... five... six..."

Both crawl back into the ring Sandra reaches her feet first, but is kneed in the gut by Flynn who plants her with an even flow DDT. Flynn covers

McDaniel: "One... two... Sandra kicks out an inch away from three."

Rayne: "Close call there, but a little fast of a count for my liking."

Flynn is behind Sandra as she reaches her feet he applies a full nelson pushing down on the back of the neck. He lifts her and totes her to his corner where McNasty takes the hint and tags himself in. PX is stomping on the ring apron, livid, he wants in. McNasty smirks over at PX and hits Sandra with a few short jabs in the ribs. The ref warns Flynn to get out, but before crawling through the ropes, he lifts Sandra up and slams her down with a full nelson slam. McNasty springboards from the middle rope with a moonsault.. cover...

one... two... Sandra's foot is on the ropes.

McNasty looks at PX across the ring and climbs to the top rope, he dives with a 360 degree splash, grabbing both legs, he covers for a pin.

Rayne: "One... two... Sandra's hand shoots out thumbing McNasty in the eyes, breaking the pin."

McDaniel: "Smart move, illegal but smart."

Mark reaches up blindly and Flynn tags his hand; Mark clears his eyes and locks Sandra in a Full Nelson.

Rayne: "Here we go again."

McDaniel: "It was effective last time."

Mark slams down Sandra and motions for Flynn to fly.

Mark: "Do that 630 Senton."

Flynn nods and leaps he nails his 630 splash, cover.

one... two... PX breaks up the pin. The ref gets him out of the ring and back to his corner.

McDaniel: "Near fall there, but PX saves the day."

Rayne: "He did indeed do that."

Flynn is back up glaring across the ring at PX, he reaches behind him and tags Mark.

McDaniel: "The two champs utilizing the quick tags and are working well together."

Rayne: "They aren't champs for nothing."

McNasty begins to stomp away at Sandra, all the while glaring at PX across the ring. PX is yelling for the timer to hurry up and buzz. Sandra's eyes show the obvious pain that her body is racked with; she looks longly at her corner. McNasty allows her to make it near her corner before whipping her back into his corner; he smirks at PX.

Rayne: "The champ taunting PX, not a smart move."

Sandra is on her feet and Mark hits the ropes, hitting a swinging neckbreaker on Sandra, who seems to be out cold. Mark stands on his feet and reaches to tag Flynn, but PX nails him from behind with a forearm shot to the back of his skull; Mark goes down. The ref forces PX back across the ring and into his own corner. PX walks back over to Sandra before leaving the ring and totes her back to their corner; she looks relieved and tags in PX.

McDaniel: "PX had enough, he saves the day again."

Rayne: "Smart move by PX there, if you partner can't make it to you, you make it to your partner."

PX is a fired up animal, dealing out rights and lefts on both McNasty and Flynn, dropping both men to the mat. He throws Flynn outside the ring and throws McNasty into their corner. He delivers huge chops, kicks, punches to McNasty who is looking weary from the exchange. PX grabs the head of McNasty and delivers a huge headbutt that can be heard 10 rows deep into the crowd. McNasty is placed on the top turnbuckle and PX delivers a big top rope suplex, McNasty slides across the ring, nearly into his own corner. PX glares down Flynn who has returned to the apron, he drags Mark near the middle of the ring, bouncing off the ropes, he lands with a leg across Mark's throat.

one... two... thr Mark kicks out before Jamie can save him. PX is pissed and goes after Flynn.

McDaniel: "Close fall there I thought he had it."

Rayne: "Me too."

PX turns around and narrowly avoids a punch from McNasty, using his own momentum against him, PX locks in a headlock on Mark. While in the headlock, PX uses his huge meaty right fist to punch away at every exposed surface of Mark's face. McNasty sensing the end throws himself and PX into the ropes in an effort to break the hold, PX holds on dragging Mark down to the mat with a large bulldog.

McDaniel: "Counter by PX into a bulldog."

Rayne: "2 minutes remaining of until no DQ action."

Eric Emerson: "2 minutes remain until there will be no Disqualifications."

The crowd goes wild as Eric mentions that, up on the big screen it shows a clock counting down from 2 m inutes. The ref grabs the wrist of Mark and lifts it into the air, it drops. He tries a second time and when he lets go, the hand falls to the mat.

Rayne: "Mark may be out cold here."

The hand is up in the air again and drops, but is stopped less than an inch before hitting the mat.

McDaniel: "I thought he was out."

Rayne: "PX did too."

Mark works himself back to his feet, he pushes the surprised PX into the ropes. PX bounces back aiming for a running punch, but Mark delivers a back body drop out of desperation, both hit the mat; PX from the move and Mark from exhaustion.

Eric Emerson: "One minute remaining."

Mark is up on his hands and knees, crawling towards the intercontinental champion.

Eric Emerson: "30 seconds remaining."

Mark reaches his corner and tags in the fresh Flynn, exhausted Mark rolls onto the ring apron breathing heavily.

Rayne: "Look at the utter exhaustion of Mark McNasty."

McDaniel: "He has been in this match for a long time."

Flynn climbs to the top turnbuckle, staring down at the slowly moving form of PX, he dives.

Rayne: "Suicide Devil's Plancha, its over."

McDaniel: "He goes for the pin. One... two.."

Buzzer sounds over the system and Sandra is on top of Jamie Flynn using both the heels and toes of her wrestling boots as weapons. McNasty slowly rises to his feet and climbs through the ropes, he dives at Sandra with a spear; she catches him with a superkick.

McDaniel: "Shades of Chamelion there."

Rayne: "Good thing she has learned it, saved her ass there."

PX who has been ignored during this small scurmish stands up and picks up the groggy Flynn. Placing his hand around his throat, plants him with the Probe. Mark and Sandra fall out of the ring battling amongst each other; he nails her with a kick to the gut and a DDT. Mark looks up at the huge sound of someone hitting the mat, he grabs a chair, the ref begins the pinfall count.

one...

Mark dives into the ring.

two...

Thwack, McNasty lands the chair shot onto the back of PX's skull. McNasty places the chair on the mat and hits PX with a jumping piledriver; he prepares to do it again after finishing the move. PX's feet are barely off the ground when from behind Sandra hits Mark in the balls with a strategically placed soccer kick; the color drains from Mark's face he lets go of PX and grabs his ailing balls.

Men in the crowd: "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH"

Rayne: "My sentiments exactly."

McDaniel: "Mine too."

Flynn sneaks around Sandra and grabs her in a full nelson; she smiles and mule kicks Flynn right in his balls.

Men in the crowd: "DAMN!"

Rayne: "Damn, she has kicked more goals than that famous soccer guy."

Rayne: "and hit more homeruns than Barry Bonds."

Flynn grabs his balls in pain and Sandra short arm clotheslines him, then nails him with the Lobotomy.

Rayne: "Lobotomy! another ball buster."

The ref hits the mat. One... two... three

Eric Emerson: "Jamie Flynn has been eliminated."

McDaniel: "Flynn too worried about his balls to bother kicking out."

Rayne: "Too true."

McNasty hears the slapping of the mat, but is moving too slowly to do anything about it, as Sandra rises up, Mark tackles her back down to the mat. He delivers forearm shots to her face and throat, along with a barrage of right and left jabs. Mark has her up and connects with his Sault Slam. He covers, breathing heavily and a greenish tint to his skin.

one... two... three

Eric Emerson: "Sandra has been eliminated."

McDaniel: "I knew when he hit taht, it was over."

Rayne: "So did Sandra the ball buster."

PX and Mark are back up in each other's faces, trading punches; Mark is holding his own against the larger foe. A knee to the stomach stops any advancement of Mark, PX nails him with a gutwrench powerbomb and goes for a pin.

one... two... Mark kicks out barely before the three count.

McDaniel: "Both wrestlers here giving it their extreme all."

Rayne: "Busted balls and all."

Mark is in the ropes and gets thrown to the mat with a spinning spinebuster.  PX goes for the pin again.

one... two... thr McNasty again kicks out.

McDaniel: "I thought it was over, where is Mark getting the energy from?"

Rayne: "Only he knows."

PX places McNasty into a corner and begins delivering high knee after high knee; backing up he charges. Mark's energy has left him and he falls to the ground; PX's body splash misses and his forehead connects with the metal ring post.

PX stumbles backwards out of the corner hand to his forehead, McNasty rolls him up.

one... two... two three quarters and PX kicks out.

Rayne: "Another close fall in this match."

McDaniel: "Again, they are giving it their all."

PX is up on his feet and charges at McNasty, who uses the man's own momentum along with the tights, to throw PX int the corner; PX is stunned. Stumbling backwards from the corner, Mark leaps with the Lights Out; he goes for the pin.

one... two... the ref notices that PX's foot is on the bottom rope, stopping the pinfall.

Rayne: "The crowd and myself included are deeply into this match."

McDaniel: "Who is going to pull out the victory?"

Mark looks at the ref as if to say, "You got to be kidding me." PX is up and grabbing his shoulder and the back of his head.  He sees Mark looking at the referee  he taps Mark on the shoulder and Mark spins around right into the Probe.

The ref makes the count

one... two... three

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match, the team of Psycho Sandra and Project X!"

McDaniel: "Wow!"

Rayne: "Yeah... wow."

Project X gets his arm raised and grins under his mask. He turns, finding Sandra in the corner who is also grinning madly as she realized they've won.  PX moves over and holds out his hand to offer a hand shake and Sandra obliges.  As she grasps his hand, he pulls her into a tight embrace, and the crowd gasps and Sandra squirms.

McDaniel: Hey now, X is going a bit too far in celebrating with Sandra!

Rayne: She doesnt seem to like the close encounter!  And neither does this man!

Chamelion races from the back and comes down the ramp at full tilt.  Project X looks over Sandra's head to see the Devious one and he steps back three steps, as Chamelion slides into the ring and is quickly on his feet next to Sandra.  Project X holds his hands up, as if saying "Hey, alls cool man!" But Chamelion hops on his foot as if to deliver an SOS, but Sandra grabs his shoulder.

Rayne: Sandra stops Chamelion?  Why?

McDaniel: It was a bit close what PX did, but it wasn't an attack.  And Sandra knows they need to maintain the team if they're gonna go all the way!

Rayne: Heh, you said "all the way"!

Chamelion glares at Project X, who smiles back, and he takes his wife hand and guides her out of the ring, going up the ramp the two have words over what just happened.  Meanwhile, in the ring, as Project X waves to the retreating couple, he fails to pay attention to the recouperated team of McNasty and Flynn.

McDaniel: I sense a couple of unsatisfied individuals here.

The two nod to each other, and Flynn races past Project X to hit the ropes, allowing Project X to see him and go on the defensive. However, behind him, Mark McNasty hits the Lights Out on Project X, who stumbles forward into Flynn who drops him with a DDT! 

Rayne: Payback's a bitch!

The World and IC champ then glare at disgust at the fallen Project X and leave with their titles, talking up the ramp, leaving Project X laid out in the center of the ring.

McDaniel: You can be Project X will be looking for those two in the near future.  You don't enrage such a monster without expecting retribution!

Rayne: No, you don't! People, that's all for Chaos! We'll see you next week! Good night!

The scene switches to an old gym. Not old as in ruined and run down. But old as in there are no electronics in this gym. This gym was a throwback to the old days where you had to earn everything that the gym gave you. You see a bunch of men training, spilling their sweat and blood on the thin mats lacing the floor. The cameras zoom in on a long figure in the back. A towel over his head and his taped up fist bloody and bruised. You can’t make out his face but you can see his eyes as he slowly lifts his head.  

Man: “Hello, PWA. The place where warriors go to prove themselves. A place where rules only mark the guidelines that the roster continue to go past each and every week.”  

Behind the man you see various MMA fighters’ pictures on the wall. Many wrestlers’ poster also hang on the wall. In the middle over the man’s head you see a somewhat worn piece of paper. On the paper is the one simple rule that every person in that gym has come to live and train by.  

“1. Tap or Snap.”  

The man stand up and points towards the rules. The camera pans in on the words as you can hear the man say.  

Man: “In the land of no laws and no rules, I shall enforce a motto that will either make a man…or break a man.”  

The cameras focus back on the man.  

Man: “My name is Viktor “The Beast” Stone. And I WILL put the W back in P…W…A…”  

The scene fades from the man and as the Chaos logo appears on the screen.

(C) PWA 2008