The scene opens to Eli Storm sitting in his office at the arena. Storm seems pissed as he is yelling on the phone.  

Eli Storm: “Listen, I don’t give two shits if you are the president now, you don’t fuck with my matches!!”  

Eli Storm: “You don’t want this war…I’m not your brother!!!”  

All of a sudden Storm stops with a shocked look on his face. He slams the phone down.  

Eli Storm: “Son of a bitch hung up on me!! Damn him!!”  

Storm hits the button on his intercom.  

Eli Storm: “Michelle, get my lawyers on the phone and give me a copy of my PWA contract.”  

A very well endowed woman comes into the office and hands Storm a stack of papers as the scene fades, then 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.    


Live on from the San Diego Sports Arena - San Diego, CA
Air date: August 22nd, 2008

' The world is lost and blown…'    

The letters crumble away to the image of Viktor Stone 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 switch to the announce table.   

Rayne: “It looks like the President Chamelion is throwing his weight around.”   

McDaniel: “And Eli Storm is none too happy about that.”   

Rayne: “I wonder what Storm is planning to do?”   

McDaniel: “While we are gonna have to wait to find out…let’s start the show!!!”  

Jamie Flynn vs. Derek Stephen Taylor  

Rayne: "A treat for tonight, the PWA Intercontinental Champion is in
the house to take on Derek Stephen Taylor."

McDaniel: "We have a chaotic highflyer against a technically sound wrestler."

Eric Emerson: “Introducing first all the way from
London England ; he
stands at 6 feet 2 inches and weighed in this morning at  235
pounds.... Derek Stephen Taylor!"

The arena lights dim and a giant Union Jack appears on the jumbo-tron.
Two golden spotlights point toward the stage where Derek Stephen
Taylor has just appeared. DST walks to the ring casually, as if he's
headed to a garden party. Once he gets to the ring, he calmly walks up
the ring steps
and wipes his feet on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes.

Eric Emerson: “Introducing next, from
Seattle , Washington ...”

The house lights dim, as the image of a red ouroboros flashes on the monitor...

Amidst the cheering, "The Pot" subtly begins to play over the arena.

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been... high
You must have been... high

Eric Emerson: “Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...”

As the sounds of Tool kick up and the bass begins to resonate, Jamie
Flynn appears at the top of the ramp to the ovation of his fans.
Wearing his trademark
Aviators and a black hoodie, he raises his arm to them and begins his
walk to the ring.

Foot in mouth and head up ass
So whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out. boy,

You must have been... so high
You must have been... so high

Eric Emerson: “He is the PWA Intercontinental champion... JAMIE FLYNN!!”

He slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. He walks
briskly to a corner and hops up, throwing his Intercontinental Title
high into the air
with one arm and soaking in a few more moments of the crowds' admiration.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Musta got lemon juice up in your... eye!
When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must have been... high! high!
You must have been... high! high!

Removing his shades and sweater, he hands them off - along with the IC
title - to an official outside the ring and moves to his corner, where
he stretches
out a few last-minute kinks and waits for the match to begin.

Rayne: "Here we go John."

DING! DING! DING!

The two stare each other down and walk towards each other for their
tie up. Derek is fast and quickly behind Jamie wrapping his hands
around the IC champion's waist. DST hits a perfectly executed atomic
drop to Jamie, he followws up with a quick charging clothesline to the
back of Flynn's head and a quick hard knee drop to the back of Jamie.
Grabbing Jamie's arm, he locks in an arm scissor lock; Jamie begins to
crawl immediately to the ropes to break the hold. Jamie reaches the
ropes and after a 4 count, the hold is forceably broken by Derek.

Rayne: "Quick action from the
England native."

McDaniel: "
Taylor showing some quick technical wrestling."

The two tie up in the middle of the ring with Jamie getting the
advantage this time with a behind the back wristlock into a headlock.
Derek pushes Flynn into the ropes, trying to break the hold, but Jamie
synches in the headlock firmly using the momentum off the ropes he
executes a bulldog to the mat. Derek rolls over and Jamie hits the
ropes with a springboard reverse 360 degrees leg drop onto the throat
of
Taylor .

Rayne: What a move from Jamie there."

McDaniel: "Jamie can be a tremendous high flyer."

Jamie goes for the pin but only gets a 2 count. He bends down and
pulls
Taylor to his feet and Derek executes a low blow to Jamie's
jewels.

McDaniel: "Low blow, c'mon ref watch for stuff like that."

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

McDaniel: "Of course you didn't see anything."

DST snarls a few obscenities at Jamie, but the ring mics don't pick up
what he is saying to the Intercontinental Champion. Derek plants the
IC champion with an even flow ddt; he picks Jamie back up and nails
him with a backbreaker in the middle of the ring. Grabbing the leg,
DST goes for a cover. The ref hits his knees for the cover...

one... two... Jamie gets his shoulder up, breaking the count.

Rayne: "close call for the champion there."

McDaniel: "Close? it was barely a two count."

DST is up after the count is stopped andplaces his boot over the face
of Jamie, who grabs DST's ankle pulling him down. Jamie flips up to
his feet and hits the ropes with a springboard moonsault onto the
prone body of DST. Jamie is through the ropes and jumps to the top
rope with another 360 degree flip this time driving an elbow into the
throat of DST. He goes for the cover.

one... two... DST is raises his shoulder just in the nick of time and
is pulled roughly to his feet.

McDaniel: "Close call there for
Taylor ."

Rayne: "Close? it was barely a two count."

Jamie whips
Taylor into the ropes and charges with a clothesline,
Taylor ducks the clothesline and stops. He delivers a mule kick to the
back of Jamie's knee Jamie falls to his wounded knee and is quickly
planted with an inverted DDT. DST is breathing hard and that allows
Jamie to get to his feet wearily, but DST is ready with a backslide
into a pin.

one... two... Jamie kicks so hard that he rolls on through the pin
after the two count.

McDaniel: "The champ in trouble here in this non title matchup."

Rayne: "He sure is."

Jamie charges with the clothesline and Derek is taken down with the
force of the blow. Jamie climbs to the top rope behind Derek, allowing
the Englishman to reach his feet. Jamie dives...

McDaniel: "Suicide Devil's Plancha."

Rayne: "No, he can kick out."

one... two... three

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match.... your PWA Intercontinental Champion... Jamie Flynn!"  

Riona Langly vs. Jethro Hayes  

McDaniel: "This match should be very interesting, the former Grizzly
Beer champion versus the current Grizzly Beer champion."

Rayne: "But Riona never was pinned or submitted in that match."

McDaniel: "But she didn't show up on time either, so she lost it by default."

DING! DING! DING!
The cranking of a tractor is heard throughout the arena and the video
entrance of Jethro Hayes begins playing over the big screen. Cows moo,
on the screen cows are shown in a green pasture. Pigs are oinking, on
the screen pigs run around in mud within a fence. The scene on the
screen goes to rolling hills, showing combines in the field harvesting
crops, tractors harrowing the ground preparing for the new crop; semi
trucks are hauling off the harvested crop. A man walks up the 3 steps
and opens the door on the cab of his John Deere tractor, he is wearing
a John Deere trucker hat, and is missing a few teeth, evident by the
grinning face he turns to the camera, he waves at the camera; it is
part of a family video. He climbs on into the cab of the tractor;
along with the cranking of the tractor on the screen, the beginning of
Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver begins to play over the
speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John
Deere 4720 tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up
from the muffler.

~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy

When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving
forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an
hour.

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at
6' 7"... he is the current PWA Grizzly Beer champion...Jethro Hayes!"

With the mentioning of his name, Jethro toots the tractor's horn
inside the cab and waves to the crowd, he revs the tractor's engine
slightly in response to the crowd.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the
tractor, toots the horn while reving the tractor to full power; then
he shuts the tractor off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge
pop, he waves and climbs down. Jethro is wearing overalls with a
yellow John Deere shirt underneath, brown Wolverine boots, and a John
Deere hat.

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up
the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to
those fans.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with
the music.

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in
the air, still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a
fiddle.

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into
the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles
into silence.

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 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.

Rayne: "I've been waiting on this match all week John."

McDaniel: "I think nearly everyone else has been too."

DING! DING! DING!

Jethro and Riona size each other up and tie up in the middle of the
ring; Riona places a leg between Jethro's and pushes him down causing
him to trip. Riona wastes no time in getting on top of Jethro placing
right and left fists into the temples of Jethro Hayes. Jethro gets his
bearings while getting pounded and throws Riona half-way across the
ring.

McDaniel: "Tremendous strength shown by Jethro there."

Rayne: "Steroids."

Riona is quickly back up and charges at Jethro delivering kicks to the
head of Jethro who is still on the mat. Riona changes tactics and goes
after the knees of the man who stole the belt from her. She pulls
Jethro to his feet and whips him backwards into the corner where she
delivers a running high knee. Jethro catches his bearings again and
ducks the high knee, catching Riona, he sits her up on the top rope
delivering a few shots to her head. He climbs up after her and hits a
top rope superplex to the Celestial Trigger who hits the mat hard.

Rayne: "She had to be 70 feet in the air."

McDaniel: "Come on, more like 10 or so."

Rayne: "A long drop anyways."

Jethro is up and charging out of the corner with a running diving
elbow drop to the chest of Riona, driving even more wind out of her.
Jethro is up again and at the feet of Langly, he grabs both ankles and
prepares for the Combine Seat. Riona kicks out connecting with the
knee of Jethro before he can secure the ankle of Riona in his right
hand. Jethro falls to his wounded knee and Riona is up charging
delivering a vicious clothesline to the Country Boy; it causes him to
lean backwards on his knee, but he doesn't go down. Riona is
unbothered as she hits the ropes behind Jethro and grabbing his head
on the way by, delivers a running bulldog driving them both to the
mat. Riona goes for the cover and the ref is in position.

one... two...

McDaniel: "Jethro barely kicks out there."

Rayne: "Slow count."

Riona hits the ropes again with a body splash onto Jethro, who is
still laying on the mat. As Riona is coming down for the splash,
Jethro raises a knee into the midsection of Riona, winding her again.
Riona is winded, but still remains on her feet, Jethro is up to his
quickly and forcing Riona back into the corner with rights and lefts
of his own. Whipping her into the ropes, Jethro catches her with a
fireman's carry toss slam. Jethro catches his breath and is down in
the position for the Plow; Riona up and Jethro plows towards her.
Riona uses his momentum against him and plants him with a over the
head suplex.

McDaniel: "Both wrestlers are down."

Rayne: "They have both came out here running and now it has caught up
to them. Great desperation move by Riona there."

Ref: "one... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine..."

Both wrestlers reach their feet and Riona is on top of Jethro with
closed right and left fists; which back the big man into the corner.
Jethro is dazed in the corner and Riona delivers knife edged chop
after knife edge chop to the country boy; the force so hard, it splits
his shirt open. Riona is a ball of fire as she whips Jethro out of the
corner to reverse him back into it front first. Riona climbs up behind
Jethro and nails him withmultiple elbow and forearm shots to the back
of his head.

Rayne: "That guy has one thick head."

McDaniel: "Bet a headbutt from him would hurt."

Rayne: "No kidding."

Riona jumps down bringing the back of Jethro's head with her with a
back to back neck breaker. She goes for the cover, but Jethro is under
the ropes. She climbs to the top rope, but Jethro crotches her there.
Riona just laughs at Jethro and points down between her legs shaking
her head. Jethro delivers a standing dropkick and Riona looks shocked
as she tumbles backwards to the floor. Jethro climbs to the top rope
and dives to the floor towards Riona, who plants two boots into the
midsection of Jethro.

McDaniel: "He goes for a high risk move."

Rayne: "And gets two boots in the gut for his effort. Leave the high
flying to those who understand it."

Riona is up slowly, but alot quicker than someone should be after
falling that distance; she whips Jethro into the ring steps, but he
reverses it throwing her into them instead. She hits them with such
force that the steps go flying to the guardrail. The ref's count
reaches nine before Jethro rolls in to break the countout. Jethro
rolls back out and begins to stomp away on Riona's back. He lifts her
up in a gorilla press slam and drops her half way across the guard
rail; the ref's count is back up to six so Jethro goes and stops the
count again. He walks back to the railing and bends over to get Riona
up, but is caught with a hard European uppercut to the tip of his jaw
driving him backwards into the ring apron back first.

Rayne: "Rookie mistake by Jethro there."

McDaniel: "But he is learning and quickly."

Riona is up and balancing on the railing, she dives with a body splash she connects causing even more pain to the lower back of Jethro. She rolls him before the ref can count to nine and immediately hooks him up in a Indian Deathlock.

Rayne: "Riona going to make the big man tap out."

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: "The referee has stopped this match; winner as a result
of that... Riona... Langly!"

McDaniel: "Somehow Jethro did not tap out, nor did he submit."

Rayne: "He passed out from the pain, wimp."

 PWA World Title Match
Mark McNasty (C) vs. Project X

Special Guest Referee: The
Phoenix
Special Guest Enforcer: Nightmare
Special Guest Time Keeper: Chamelion

 

Eric Emerson: "Introducing first, the guest timekeeper…."

The lights dim… and the music of Puff Daddy’s “Come with Me” hits the Big Screen. Strobe lights begin flickering through out the arena… and from the backstage steps Chamelion. He stands in profile to us, head low and his hair covering his face…. As the music picks up… the lyrics begin…

Hear my cries - Hear my calls
Lend me your ears - See my falls
See my error - Know my faults
Time halts - See my loss

Chamelion turns to face us and walks purposely down the ramp as the song continues.

Know I'm lacking - Back tracking
Where I met you - Pistol packing
Itchy finger - Trigger-happy
Try to trap me - Bad rap

Eric Emerson: "Weighing in at 245lbs, he hails from
Las Vegas Nevada and is the PWA President.... CHAMELION!"

Wire tap me - Back stab me
Break the faith - Fall from grace
Tell me lies - Time flies
Close your eyes - Come with me.    

Chamelion makes his way to the timerkeeper’s table. He takes his sit and smiles as if he has something on his mind. As Chamelion “inspects” the bell and hammer Eric announces the next player in this game.  

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: “He is the special ringside enforcer and one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions…NIGHTMARE!!”    

The lights return as the music dies, and Wehali hands his Gargoyles off to a ringside attendant and leans against the guard railing.  

Eric Emerson: "Now, for tonight's guest referee."

Europe 's "The Final Countdown" starts.

Eric Emerson: “He is a former two time PWA World champion, the co-founder and former President of the PWA, as well as the host of PWA Radio. Fighting out of Orlando, Florida by way of St. Louis, Missouri, he is 6 feet tall and weighs in at 240 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, the self-proclaimed Main Event and Iron Man of the PWA... the Phoenix, Rob Robinson!”

The
Phoenix makes his way down to the ring and poses for the fans a bit. He slides into the ring and hops up on the turnbuckle. He brushes off his Zerba stripes and flexes for the fans. He hops off the turnbuckle and leans in the corner .

"Hysteria" by Muse begins to play. The fans all stand, staring up at the entrance way as PX walks out.

Eric Emerson: “And, making his way to the ring, the challenger weighting in at 352, Project X!”

PX makes his way to the ring. He walks up the stairs, and enters the ring.
 

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

Eric Emerson: “And the Champion…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." And our WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!”

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.  

Rob Robinson explains the rules to both men and asks for the championship belt, but McNasty does him one better. He lays the belt down between them, as stands nose to nose with Project X. The two men glare at one another with raging contempt, neither one of them flinching. “The Phoenix ” senses this is going to explode any minute and he is right.

McDaniel: “RIGHT HAND BY MCNASTY!“

Rayne: “RIGHT BACK TO HIM FROM PX!”

*DING* *DING*

The two men continue to rapidly exchange punches “The Phoenix” flies in there and grabs the title tossing it to the ringhand. McNasty and PX continue to trade blows back and forth. PX blocks! Right hand by PX! Again! And Again! McNasty is backed up against the ropes PX clotheslines him over the rope!

McDaniel: “That a boy, let’s get this going!”

McNasty lands hard but is quick to get up and yanks PX off his feet and pulls him out of the ring as well.

Rayne: “That a boy!?!”

The two men begin exchanging blows again now, as McNasty jabs his opponent in the eye and then throws him hard into the barricade. PX arches his back in pain, but PX doesn’t give him much time to catch his breath as he rushes in and spears him hard into the barricade again! PX again arches his back in pain, as some fans pat him on the back trying to urge him on. Mark rips PX up by his hear and throws him hard into the steel post, as his heads bounces off it like a bebe off a Buick.
PING ! McNasty waits for his opponent to get to his feet SNAP SUPLEX!!!

McDaniel: “Come on, get it back in the ring damn it!”

Rayne: “Go ahead McNasty be the champ you are and get the count out.”

McNasty grabs PX by the hair again and attempts to throw him into the steps, but PX reverses! McNasty smashes into the steps hard now, as PX catches him staggering and hits a big boot sending McNasty into the audience!

McDaniel: “The champ just ended up in the lap of a handful of PWA patrons!”

Rayne: “The gift that keeps on giving! A lap dance from the World Champ. “

McNasty tries to climb back over the barricade and into the ring side area but PX hits him hard in the temple with a roundhouse! McNasty slumps over and falls into the mat as PX puts the boots to him hard. Nightmare tries to get them to bring it back in the ring, but PX apparently has completely tuned him out. PX hauls his opponent up now and finally throws him back into the ring. While McNasty is flat on his back, PX springs off the ropes and drives a fist into the forehead of McNasty!

McDaniel: “There are those brutal moves that are apart of the Project X offense we have got accustomed to seeing!”

Rayne: “That should leave a wicked dent! “

PX covers with “The Phoenix” already in place

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

McDaniel: “Quick count by “The Phoenix”.”

PX pounds the mat and drips another fist into Mark’s face. Project X with another quick cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

Rayne: “Another quick count and we can see that Rob will not be fair in this one!“

McDaniel: “What about the way this match has been set up is fair?”

Project X growls, picks up McNasty and hits the Probe!  Due to the impact, "The Phoenix" grins and counts fairly.

ONE!

TWO!

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

Rayne: "X WINS!"

McDaniel: "Wait, look! The ref is confused, he's over at the ropes asking Chamelion what's going on!"

Rayne: "Project X has his arm up, insisting he's won!  But wait!"

McDaniel: "Chamelion rang the bell early!"

The ref informs Project X the match hasn't ended yet.  PX looks over to Chamelion and screams at him.  Chamelion shares his Cheshire Grin and a middle finger with Project X, when Nightmare motions security over, pointing to Chamelion.

McDaniel: “Security is removing Chamelion from ringside.”

Rayne: ”WHAT!!! Storm can’t be allowing this!!”

Chamelion is arguing viciously as he is being dragged up the ramp way. The cameras switch back to the action in the ring. PX lifts McNasty off the mat and throws him to the ropes, but McNasty reverses the whip sending the big man to the lengths. PX bounces back and right into a kick to the gut by McNasty, who nails a Jumping Piledriver! The fans are on their feet again, but McNasty decides against going for a pin here, and proceeds to punch the living hell out of the face of his opponent. PX tries to block beneath his foe, trying his best to cover up his mug, but McNasty then begins to hit shots on the body. There is a good amount of McNasty fans in the audience as well who are ranting and raving, but champ is still garnering a lot of boos for some of his recent actions.

Rayne: “It seems the fans aren’t liking what they are seeing!”

McDaniel: “PX is being pummeled and he has to do something to stop this assault.”

Rayne: “Yeah, because blocking with his face isn’t really panning out at this particular juncture!”

McNasty swings again with a wild haymaker on PX, but PX shows his strength and grabs the arm and fire a vicious looking elbow directly up into the jaw of the champ! McNasty’s head snaps back on impact as he lifts up slightly and rolls off the big man. PX stands up and spits the blood from his now busted lip onto the outside. “The
Phoenix ” bends down and starts “tying” his shoes, while PX is in the corner exposing the top turnbuckle.

McDaniel: “Hey…hey….Rob, look up!”

Rayne: “Excuse me, the man is tying his shoes, let him be!“

PX reaches down and grabs McNasty and lifts him up in the air over  his head. He slowly walks over to the exposed turnbuckle and drops Mark face first onto it. As Mark bounces off the steel and staggers backwards, he is wrapped up by PX who German suplexes him into the mat. Mark crumples against the mat as PX starts to toy with him. As Mark tries to get to his feet using the ropes, PX takes his time and picks his shots.

McDaniel: “Look at PX picking at our champion…like some vulture.”

PX waits til Mark has pulled himself up and takes him up and over the top rope with a big time clothesline. PX drops down and rolls out of the ring, only to be greeted by McNasty and a superkick that nails PX in the side of the head. PX rolls off the ring apron and hits the floor as “The Phoenix” yells at Mark to get back in the ring. Mark flips Rob the bird and lifts PX up and fires him into the guard railing. Mark reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair, he goes to slam it down to where PX is supposed to be, but PX is no longer there. What McNasty does find is Nightmare standing there instead after pushing PX out of the why. McNasty gets right into Nightmare’s face and is yelling out him, but Nightmare isn’t moving.

Rayne: “McNasty is getting upset and is jawing at our guest ringside enforcer. He would be wise to forget about Nightmare and focus on the big man.”

McDaniel: “Pissing off Nightmare while fighting PX would not be a very good look for our champion.”

Mark throws the chair down and walks away from Nightmare. He grabs PX and fires him into the ring apron. Mark starts to fire shots into the ribs of the big man before stepping back. Project X slumps a little against the ring apron as McNasty gets a running start and nails a crossbody on PX. PX drops down to his knees as Mark kips up. McNasty starts to fire shots, but stops as he notices Rob’s fast count. McNasty quickly rolls in the ring and now gets into “The Phoenix’s” face. The crowd is buzzing…this confrontation is what they have been waiting for.

McDaniel: “You knew that is would eventually come to this one. These two do not like each other one bit.”

Rayne: “Duh! That’s what I have been saying all along. I don’t know why Mark took this match.”

McDaniel: “He took this match because he wanted to prove that he is a fighting champion.”

Rayne: “yeah…but I’ve always said being a smart champion is a lot better than being a fighting one.”

McNasty cocks his hand back, but Rob points at his shirt and reminds him that he can’t touch a ref. McNasty goes to brush Rob off and turns around, only to be greeted by a hand wrapped around his neck. Mark starts to fire shots at the big man, trying to get him to let go, but PX hand stays firm. The champ is lifted up in the air and is slammed back down with amazing force! The impact causes “The
Phoenix ” to lift in the air a little bit.

McDaniel: “Eventually the odds were gonna get to McNasty. And he is going to pay for that right now.”

Rayne: “Yeah, did you see that impact. Forget paying for it…I think he just paid for it. If he was put down any harder, he would be at the bottom of the ring.”

PX gets to his feet, and he pulls Mark up to his feet by his hair. Then, taking an arm, he Irish whips the champion towards the turnbuckle…McNasty hits chest first and comes out of the corner. PX rushes in and with a full head of steam nearly takes Mark’s head off with a clothesline. Mark crumbles to one knee as PX hovers over him. PX comes in and nails the champion with a huge boot, right to the head. With Mark under his control, he looks behind him, moving the champ to the side a bit, setting the stage for his next move.

McDaniel: “This does not bode well for the champion.”

Rayne: “Shit get my camera! Get my damn camera!”

PX lifts Mark up in a belly to belly and throws him right towards the exposed steel turnbuckle. Mark hits the steel forehead first with a lot of speed. Mark hits the buckle and is busted open as he falls to the mat. PX turns around and looks at Mark with a grin on his face!

McDaniel: “GOD IN HEAVEN! Did you see the way his neck snapped back from that impact! He could of broken McNasty’s neck!!!”

Rayne: “SAWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEET!”

“The Phoenix” is going crazy on the inside of the ring, yelling at Project X to go for the pin. PX shakes his head and starts to put the boots to McNasty. PX backs away and starts to taunt the champ. McNasty is a little slow to get up, but finally does. PX grabs McNasty and fires him into the ropes! PX drops down to go for a back body drop, Mark quickly leaps in the air and brings down both knees, driving PX’s face into the mat.

McDaniel: “Signs of life! Thank God!”

Rayne: “But how much does he have left?!”

Mark grabs PX and fires PX into the ropes, but PX counter and goes to whip Mark into the ropes. McNasty at the last moment, drops down and flings with all his might, sending PX into the exposed turnbuckle. PX staggers out of the corner backwards and McNasty fires a forearm to the back of his head.

Rayne: “LIGHTS OUT!!!”

McDaniel: “MCNASTY FOR THE PIN!!!”

Rayne: “Come on PX.”

McNasty covers and “The Phoenix” drops down for the slow pin.

ONE…    

TWO…    

THREE!!!!

McDaniel: “HE’S DONE IT!!”

Rayne: “I can’t believe I’m saying this but winner and still PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…MARK MCNASTY!!!!!”

The scene slowly fades with a bloody McNasty holding the title resting against the ropes.

(C) PWA 2008