“Rise from the Ashes”

February 1st, 2008

Live from the Conseco Field house - Indianapolis, IN

 Quick fade in with a 10 second spot of your local weatherman…

Weatherman: Six to twelve inches of snow due overnight! More at 11pm!

Spot ends, fades and a new scene appears, that of Rampage three weeks ago:

P-X then grabs Circa by back of the head, lifts her to her feet.  P-X goes for a choke slam, but Circa kicks him just below the crotch, enough to startle him and break the hold without getting herself disqualified!  Circa again bounces off the ropes and she spears P-X!! However, P-X doesn’t go down and she has to scramble behind him to keep from being caught!  She jumps, hits a drop kick to P-X’s back, and sends him stumbling forward.  Pumping her fist, she runs at him, but P-X turns, swiftly grabs her by the throat again  and sends her crashing down to the canvas with The Probe!  P-X drops and hooks the leg for good measure and the ref counts 1-2-3!

Fast forward to last week:

Collins gets his foot on the rope and the ref sees. The ref points, and X looks back to see this. X seems to get an idea, and walks over to the turnbuckle. He quickly manages to get the turnbuckle cover off, and throws the pad outside the ring. X then walks back over to Collins, and he puts his hand on Collin's head, and yanks him to his feet.

X reaches out for Collins with both hands, and grabs him around the neck. X then lifts, and throws Collins into the corner, and the exposed turnbuckle.

McDaniel: Collin's back is already messed up enough after that earlier crash and burn on the outside.

Collins comes stumbling back towards Project X. Even though we can't see it; you have to sense X has a smirk on his face under that mask, as he hits the Crop Circle! The fans are on their feet as X pins.

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DING DING DING

And then another quick fast forward, same night, end of show:

Chamelion: Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you, our PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION……………

A pause, a Cheshire like grin appears.

Chamelion: PROJECT X!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

McDaniel: Project X is the World Champion of the PWA!!!!!!!

Rayne: And that means Enika has to defend HER tag-team title against her own partner, next week!! Now I wonder who she's gonna choose!?

Enika quirks an eyebrow at the title, but shrugs and takes it anyway.  All six champions then raise their titles as 'Gonna Fly Now' plays again, and Chamelion politely claps for all of them as he exits the ring! Suddenly however, Project X roars and clobbers McNasty with his world title!! He twists before Gabe can react and does the same to him!

McDaniel: WHAT????

Project X hits a high boot on Enika, and she sprawls out of the ring.  Alex Wilkie runs at Project X, who drops his world title and sends Alex down with the Probe!  He turns ferociously on Kirlia, but she scrambles out from under the bottom rope and runs up the ring!  Project X kicks Alex out of the ring and grabs the mic lying on the canvas.

PROJECT X: Get the *BEEP* out of my ring!... You boys and girls are going to have to get used to this kind of thing around here from now on. I am the worst case scenario for world champion as far as the PWA roster is concerned. You see, I am not down with this whole becoming the world champion by way of lottery thing. It kind of cheapens the achievement for me. So, during my reign as champion, I am going to make all of your lives a living Hell from the bottom to the top rung of the PWA to make sure you hate me so much that you bring your A game every time!!!!

I'm going to be in your faces every week, getting in your business and making sure that you want me so bad that you can taste the title. Then, when you think you are ready and take your shot, I will crush you and destroy any self belief you once had in yourself. Then, and only then will I take satisfaction and start thinking of myself as champion. Think you have what it takes to take this away from me? Step right up, because you will only be getting knocked the *BEEP* back down!

Rayne: I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

McDaniel: X wins the world title, and this is the way he shows thanks!!!!???

Rayne: AS I SAID! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!

Project X lifts his world title up and roars again, declaring himself the king of all he surveys. Outside the ring, Chamelion does not look too pleased.  He backs up the ramp, staring at his new world champion and wonders.....what...has.. he... unleashed!?

The scene fades on Project X holding his title up high while in the background you can make out Enika Engel staring up into the ring with a murderous look….. and we cut to outside the Conseco Field House in the back entrance area.  

The sound of metal clanking against concrete was probably not a sound most of the fans filing into a parking lot off Georgia Street, en route to the Conseco Fieldhouse, were expecting to hear.  I mean, what kind of idiot stands out in the middle of a snow shower - with a chair in hand, and beats it against a concrete pillar of an open-aired, roofed parking lot?  The answer in this case would of course be Enika Engel, with her newly found pal Jojo standing next to her, providing a cheering section.  She of course lacks the booty shorts part of her outfit, instead trading it in for a pair of pink jogging pants courtesy of the cold weather.  She's bundled up well-enough, in her usual jacket, and a white skullcap.  There's no one but those two and a few wide-eyed pedestrians getting out of their cars...

Enika Engel: "Swear to God I'm gonna cave that motherf -BLEEP- ers skull in, Jojo.  Boot me out of the ring when I'm standing there minding MY own business?  I didn't do anything to that punk ass bitch. Oh just you wait 'til I get my hands on him..."

She starts to take notice of the camera crew creeping up on her, thanks to the efforts of a pointing Jojo.

Enika Engel: "Oh gee, great, can't even have my own privacy a quarter-mile outside of the arena.  And what do you guys want, hmm?  Sommers send you here?  Because I'm not cutting an interview or anything of the sort right now.  I'm preparing for my match later tonight.  So kindly f...."

She's cut off by someone in a nearby car opening their door...

"Not quite grasping that whole 'tone-down' your interviews concept, are you, Enika?"

In a fine, tailor-made business suit, Mr. Sommers makes his way out of his rental SUV.  Enika looks at him, disgusted.

Enika Engel: "Not quite grasping that whole, I had no f -BLEEPING- ing idea I was gonna be on camera concept either, did ya Mark?"

He smirks.

Chamelion: "I just figured you and the monkey would want some company before your big match-up tonight for the tag titles, give you a chance to vent some frustrations over the airwaves."

Enika Engel: "Thanks, but no thanks.  Doing just fine with my method."

Chamelion: "Fair enough..."

He stands around for a moment, as Enika goes back to work on the pillar - slamming the chair as hard as she can into it.  Gritting her teeth in the process.  She finally looks back over to President Sommers.

Enika Engel: "That generally means, go, ya know?"

Chamelion buttons up his jacket, looking at her a bit oddly as she keeps swinging.

Chamelion: "Anyone ever tell you that, well, you're a little bit off?"

Enika Engel: "Oh you're gonna think 'little bit' off later tonight.  Gonna mess some faces up, right and proper.  Just gimme time."

Chamelion: "As long as it's done in the ring - by all means - provide me with the entertainment."

He smiles, and walks past her.  He continues on for a moment, with the camera crew in tow.  After they get a little ways away from Enika, the man behind the video swings backwards to catch some parting words from Enika, who's talking to Jojo again.

Enika Engel: "We'll see."  

Chamelion, oblivious to this, heads into the arena where he is stopped inside the door by Bud Adams.

Bud: Mr. Sommers!  Word has it you've chosen Project X's challenger for Genesis!  Can you clue us in, on who it is!?

Chamelion raises one eyebrow, not much caring to get blind-sided like this, but shrugs.

Chamelion: A clue? Sure. It's a PWA Superstar.

Bud: No, a better clue! Come on, the fans are dying to know!

Chamelion: I have every intention of revealing whom it is that will main event Genesis against the current world champion Project X.  But it won't be right now! So, if you'd excuse me?

Bud moves aside, frowning he didn't get the scoop, and Chamelion continues into the building and the scene cuts sharply to inside the field house as the pyros shoot off to announce the start of another Friday Night Rampage!!  Ready to Die by Andrew W.K. pulses through the arena as the camera swings around the arena, showing off the sold out crowd which is abuzz for tonight’s tremendous show!  The camera then swoops down to come across Jon McDaniel and Rayne.

McDaniel: Welcome everyone to Friday Night Rampage!

Rayne: Can’t you ever come up with a different opening!?

McDaniel: Like what?

Rayne: It’s SHOWTIME!!!

McDaniel: That’s SO-MUCH better, sheesh.  But anyway, folks, we’re here with another great line up of matches!

Rayne: Two, count em, Two main events, both spectacular tag team encounters to highlight our show!

McDaniel: Yes, the Tag Team titles are on the line as one half of the champions, crowned last week, Kirlia Gardevoir, will try to ‘earn’ the other half off on her ‘partner’ Enika Engel to give to Kirlia’s partner, Icetank.

Rayne: In return, Enika wants Kirlia’s half to give to her brother, Matthew!! And more so, it’s a rockin street fight!!

McDaniel: And in the second main event, the PWA World Champion teams up with Phoenix to take on the current PWA Grizzly Beer and Intercontinental Champions, Alex Wilkie and Mark McNasty!

Rayne: And with Raizzor at ringside, things are bound to get ugly!

McDaniel: Let’s not wait around any longer, our first match of the night is coming right up!

 Singles Match
Kyle Malone vs. Jacob Collins

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 215lbs, from El Paso, Texas…. JACOB COLLINS!

Jacob comes out dressed in solid black wrestling shorts, boots and both of his hands are taped. He strides to the ring, slapping hands with fans on both sides before quick stepping up the metal stairs and into the ring. He spins once in the middle, basking in the roar of the crowd before going to his corner to await the start of the match.

Eric Emerson: Introducing…

The house lights dim as “The Elysium Fields” by Evita begins to blast out over the sound system, bringing to the crowd to its feet. On the big screen a video package highlights some choice moments from the early career of Kyle Malone – noticeable however is the absence of any footage featuring his mentor, Darren Ridel, or his former stable mates Vicious and Dead End.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Los Angeles, California…

As Evita’s brutal vocals kick in, the entrance curtain is swept aside and the crowd gives a loud pop as the young man in question makes his way out onto the entrance ramp. The house lights catch the sweat which glistens on his bare chest as he looks up and around at the crowd with a broad grin.

Eric Emerson: He is the self-proclaimed future of the wrestling business…

Pausing only for another moment to soak in the atmosphere of the arena, Kyle then sprints down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope – kipping to his feet in the middle of the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is – KYLE MALONE!

As his music begins to die away, Malone backs up into the far corner and waits patiently for the opening bell.

McDaniel: We heard from Malone earlier this week, how he did not appreciate the PWA booking him as an opener.

Rayne: Of course he shouldn’t be in this match!  Malone is a future world champion, you can tell just by looking at him!

DING! DING! DING!

Malone and Collins lock up in a classic collar-elbow tie-up! Malone, with his experience, takes control quickly. Malone locks Collin’s arm behind him and then switches to axe handles to the back. Malone pounds Collins to the canvas, then starts stomping him. Malone pulls Collins up and whips him into the ropes where he nails a vicious clothesline. Malone covers, but only gets 2.

McDaniel: The veteran is quickly putting the rookie in his place.

Rayne: Why hasn’t Collins given up and gone home!?

Malone locks on a rear chin lock to wear down Collins, but he fights to his feet, than lands a jawbreaker to break the hold. Both men are on their feet, Collins ducks a wild right hand and nails an atomic drop.  Collins follows up with a bulldog.

McDaniel: Quick succession of moves, and Collins is quickly taking control.

Rayne: It won’t last, it never does!

Collins pulls Malone up, whips him into the ropes and catches him with a well executed drop kick.

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Kick out.

McDaniel: The kid’s getting fired up, and Malone is wobbling!

Rayne: Hmm, maybe there’s something to this young man, after all!

Collins starts to pull Malone up, but Malone rolls Collins up into a small package.

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Kick out.

McDaniel: He’s gotta slow down the pace, Malone almost had him there.

Rayne: Malone can find a pinfall out of any situation!

Malone nods once, seeing Collins won’t just give in.  As Collins wobbles up, Malone collects him up and quickly, almost mercifully, applies For The Cognizance Leg Capture Suplex and securely wraps Collins up.

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3!

McDaniel: Damn!

Rayne: Figures!  Collins wraps up yet another mark in the loss column!  Oh well.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Kyle Malone!

McDaniel: Collins tried, and gave Malone a moment to think.

Rayne: Not enough, still, for the kid… you almost feel sorry for him!

McDaniel: Good opening contest….and our next match will begin momentarily.  


A flashback to the first Genesis!

Jon McDaniel - I think he may take your advice before much longer. EMT is up and ducks a clothesline. He hits an inverted DDT and covers. One....two....kickout! EMT is getting in Twist's face now. They are both yelling at each other. Rage is just now getting to his feet.

Brian Rentfro - It looks like Rage is smart enough to stay out of this. He needs to take his time and rest. Let EMT get on the ref's bad side, and it will make the match that much easier for Rage.

Jon McDaniel - EMT spits on Tony Twist! Twist hits EMT with a right hook! EMT is out cold! Rage dives in for the pin! One..two..kickout! I can't believe that he kicked out of that!

Brain Rentfro - The Practice is at the entry ramp. What are they up to?

Jon McDaniel - EMT just hit the 911! He starts to go for the pin, but he sees the Practice at the ramp. He's leaning over the rope yelling something to them. Rage is behind EMT, he rolls him up into a pin, one, two, three! Rage is the new PWA World Champion!

Moke Doshky - Your winner, and new Heavyweight Champion of the World, Rage!


We find ourselves in the locker room of Matthew "Virus" Engel, who's eating an apple and drinking some Gatorade. A boy scout, some would say, but we hear he likes to eat healthy before a match. Typical. Matt turns off the TV, as he was tuned into the last match, and leaves the room. He turns a corner, almost bumping into a familiar face. Corey Lazarus.


VIRUS: 
Well, what an unpleasant surprise.

Laz gives an unpleasant look, but doesn't retort.

VIRUS: This thing you think you have with my sister? Not happening. Are we clear on that? 

Laz doesn't even move, or respond. He looks Matt dead in the eyes; he's ready.

VIRUS: I'm fucking serious, Corey. If I even see you near her, I will lay you out.

He speaks.

Corey Lazarus: Fuck off, Matthew. She's a big girl. Don't you fucking threaten me.

VIRUS: Fuck off? You do not go near my sister, is that understood?

Clearly, for Corey, it's not. Corey shifts his feet, getting even more prepared for something explosive.

VIRUS: Would you like me to help you understand?

Matt and Corey are seconds from going at it when Enika Engel arrives on the scene to separate the two. She pushes Matt away as hard as she can while Corey backs off a bit, giving Matt the finger. Matt and Enika disappear down the hallway. Corey fixes his shirt and gives a look into the camera, a slight grin.

Singles Match

Jamie Flynn vs. Nick Mathews
 

Eric Emerson: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall or a thirty minute television time limit…

"Death Letter" by The White Stripes begins, and The lights go out, and a white spiral on a black background shows up on the ADCtron.  

Eric Emerson: Introducing first…

A medium paced guitar line plays two bars, and when the drums kick in, a spotlight hits the stage and Nick Matthews is standing in it.

Eric Emerson: From Huntington Beach, California and weighing in at 225-pounds…

 As the song continues, he walks quickly down the ramp, singing along with the words. He hesitates once he gets to the stairs, and climbs then slowly. He turns and faces the crowd while standing on the apron, very Jericho-esque.

Eric Emerson: This is – NICK MATHEWS!
 

When he climbs in, the lights go back on and he sits on the turnbuckle.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

"Breathe" by Taproot begins.  

Eric Emerson: From Seattle, Washington, and weighing in at 205lbs…  

Flynn steps out, non-descript, onto the stage.  

Eric Emerson: Here is…JAMIE FLYNN!  

Flynn walks calmly down to the ring and steps inside.  He looks out into the crowd for a moment, before turning and focusing his attention on Mathews.

McDaniel: Well, with the introductions now over, referee Shinobi Gannosuke is going to start things off here.

The referee waves the two competitors in to him and proceeds to run-down the rules of the contest… or at least try to. His incredibly broken English evidently proves to be an obstacle for both men as they frequently interject with “Huh?” and “Wait – what?”

Rayne: We really need a translator for this guy.

McDaniel: Well, what he lacks in communication he more than makes up for in experience and dedication.

After working himself up into a frenzy attempting to convey his instructions to the two wrestlers, Gannosuke at last gives up in disgust and shoves the two men apart before waving for the opening bell.

*DING, DING*

At the sound of the bell neither man budges; they remain stationary, staring each other down. Mathews fixes Flynn with a purposeful gaze, his face locked in an expression of pure concentration, while Flynn flashes back a cocky grin. This staring contest continues for a good minute or two, before finally the two men begin to circle one another – earning a small pop from the crowd. They weave in and out, drawing slowly closer to another before pulling quickly away.

McDaniel: Neither man seems to want to make the first move here…

At last it is Mathews who steps up, driving forwards into a collar and elbow tie-up with a surprising amount of force, which knocks Flynn back a step. Capitalizing on the momentum advantage, Nick powers through the lock-up and bars out Jamie’s left arm. The Seattle native struggles in this position for a moment or two before managing to roll his way out of it and slap on a surprise side headlock.

McDaniel: Both men breaking out the amateur holds for the early stages of this contest.

Rayne: Flynn wants to watch out here, he's not well known for his traditional wrestling ability.

Mathews struggles in the headlock, moving his hands around frantically looking for an opening to pry Flynn off of him. He finds none however and Jamie only proceeds to grind down harder with his hold. Finally accepting that he won't be able to claw his way out of the hold, Mathews tries a different approach and begins to force upwards, lifting Flynn's feet off the matt to try to deliver a back drop...

Rayne: THAT'S the kind of thing he's well known for!

Flynn shows his athleticism by flipping himself over Mathews's head and down into a standing base behind him. This maneuver earns Jamie a pop from the crowd... which is abruptly cut short as Nick fires backwards with an elbow which catches Jamie squarely on the jaw. The shot staggers him and gives Nick enough time to spin around and drive a boot into Flynn's gut before dropping him with a DDT.

McDaniel: And Nick spikes him on his head with that DDT.

Jamie rolls onto his back and stares up into the house lights, dazed, as Mathews kips to his feet and charges off into the ropes. He leaps up onto them and hurls himself backwards with a huge moonsault to the middle of the ring which connects squarely on Flynn. The crowd roars with approval, as Nick hooks the leg...

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Flynn kicks out before the three.

McDaniel: Not enough to put Flynn away - still, Mathews has got to be pretty happy that's he's scored the first near-fall of this bout.

Rayne: Jamie talked a big game going into this match, he wants to be careful that Mathews doesn't call his bluff right here.

Frustrated, but determined to retain control of the momentum of the match, Nick rolls off of Jamie and clambers to his feet, before reaching down to grab Flynn by the back of the neck and pull him up. He catches Jamie with a teasing left hook, before firing him off into the ropes. On the rebound, Mathews ducks down for the shoulder back toss, but telegraphs it and catches a searing kick to the chest from Flynn, which earns an "OH!" from the fans.

McDaniel: That Muay Thai background of Flynn's coming into play here!

No longer dazed, Jamie lets loose with a second buzz saw like kick, this time to the ribs, followed by another to the thigh. Nick does his best to try to fend off Flynn's strikes, but finds himself out paced as Jamie manages to deliver another kick to his side before powering in with a knee to the midsection which bends him double. Instead of following up his attack, Flynn instead grabs Mathews by the back of his head and throws him over the top rope and down to the floor below.

Rayne: Flynn takes out the trash.

McDaniel: Looks like he's doing more than that, I think we could be about to see something fool-hardy.

Inside the ring, Jamie waits patiently as Mathews makes his way to his feet before sprinting head-long at the ropes and catapulting between them with a huge suicide dive which connects hard with Nick, spearing him backwards and straight into the metal guard-rail. Unfortunately for Flynn the momentum of his dive also sends him face first into the guard-rail with a sickening smack. Both men collapse on the ringside mats in a heap, as chants of "YOU F*CKED UP!" spring up around the arena.

McDaniel: Oh my God! Did you hear that impact? Flynn must be out cold.

Rayne: I'm gonna have to agree with the fans on this one.

It is Mathews who moves first, and manages to shakily reach a standing base. A few seconds after him comes Flynn, who raises his head up off the matting, leaving a small pool of blood behind him and revealing a heavy gash above his right eye from his impact with the guard-rail. Nick shows him no mercy, however, a delivers a hard boot to the back of his head, driving his face back down into the ground.

Rayne: With the amount of brain cells that Flynn's losing in this match, I think we can expect his promos from now on to be a little less quick witted.

Not pausing, even for a second, Mathews drags Flynn to his feet and rolls him up under the bottom rope and back up into the ring, before following swiftly after him. Back on the canvas, he brings Jamie to his feet once again before whipping him across the ring to the turnbuckle, which he hits with a dull thump.

McDaniel: And things do not look good for poor Jamie Flynn.

Seemingly quite concussed, Flynn collapses against the turnbuckle, blood still trickling down from the cut above his eye. Mathews, now riding an adrenaline high, backs up across the ring and raises his fist to the crowd for a loud pop before sprinting across the canvas and delivering a brutal knee to the head of Flynn.

McDaniel: That Flynn is still even conscious at this point is a miracle.

Rayne: I don’t know if he will be after that knee strike, Jon.

Jamie staggers out of the turnbuckle, noticeably unsteady on his feet, desperately trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes. Mathews watches him, cat-like, waiting for his moment to strike, before letting loose with a savage round kick aimed at the back of Flynn’s head… which fails to connect as Jamie, operating on pure instinct, ducks down just in time, sending Mathews through a spin.

McDaniel: Flynn showing some incredible reflexes here, and Mathews wants to watch out, he’s got his back to his opponent…

Momentarily confused, it takes Nick a moment to realize what’s happened and by that time it’s too late as Jamie comes from behind and hurls Mathews over with a textbook tiger suplex.

McDaniel: OH! FLYNN DUMPS HIM RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!

He bridges for the pin…

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3!

*DING, DING!*

The crowd springs to its feet with a huge ovation as a paramedics rush to the ring to check on both men. Flynn shoves them away, however, as he clambers slowly to his feet, using the ropes. Mathews remains flat on the canvas, clutching the back of his neck, as the EMTs try to roll him over.

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner – JAMIE FLYNN!

Rayne: Mathews is going to be sore for a while, I'm sure!! Great match!! We'll be back after these commercial interuptions!


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We're brought to the backstage area yet again - this time with a camera-man hiding out in the corner, watching the rumblings of one little pissed off blond, who's looking to one of the backstage coordinators, already in mid-conversation...

"So which room is his then?"

Upon closer inspection, we're dealing with Enika Engel again.  The non-descript man before her, shakes his head.

Enika Engel: "What do you mean you don't know?  Aren't you in charge of this sort of thing?  You know, planning out who's going to be staying where in order to avoid conflict and such? Oh whatever, you're no fun.  Find that -BLEEP- on my own."

The FCC really loves her, trust me.  So do the people in charge of trying to edit her.  It can't be helped though, sometimes words just slip by.  It's a wrestling show, it happens.  Get over it.  As for her little mission on finding whoever, it continues as she stalks on down the hall way with something in her hand, wrapped up in a black garbage bag.  Jojo follows behind her.  She talks to him, much like before - knowing full well he can't verbally respond back - just to vent on the situation.

Enika Engel: "This is pointless.  What's this retard do, hide out in his car until it's game time?  Pussy.  I mean really, he hides behind a mask... and last time I checked, this isn't Japan or Mexico or nineteen ninety-nine.  -BLEEP- is played out."

She rounds the corridor, the camera-man in stealthy pursuit of her.  She knocks on another locker room door - only to see Sirus Moran peak his head out.  She blows at this and just walks on.

Enika Engel: "I mean, when did we start taking this guy seriously anyway?  Didn't he used to hang out with Rod Tidwell?"

Enika goes over to another locker room door and begins pounding on it, readying her bagged weapon.  Someone taps on her shoulder - which immediately cues her to turn around and swing, which she manages to whiff just before catching his face, her eyes go wide.

Chamelion: "And just what do you think you’re doing?"

Enika Engel: "Shit!  I thought you were him.  Don't do that."

Chamelion smirks again.  He's good at that sort of thing.  Enika stops and takes a deep breathe, regaining her composure.

Enika Engel: "So where's that big 'ole bitch Project-X hiding?  I have something of a 'message' for him."

Chamelion eyes the garbage-bagged weapon, securely in Enika’s hands and raises an eyebrow.

Chamelion: "I take it the message is ‘special delivery’?"

Enika rolls her eyes.

Enika Engel: "You some sort of comedian now?"

Chamelion smirks.  Yet again.  He should really stop.

Chamelion: "I certainly don’t live on other people’s opinions, kiddo. As for Project X, he has been put in a private dressing room to avoid…such messages."

Enika Engel: "You're protecting him?!"

She looks at him like Project-X is the biggest pussy on the planet.  She shakes her head, looking for the words, Chamelion jumps in.

Chamelion: "I am protecting my investment! I have a main event tonight that people have paid to see, so you’re just going to have to put a cap in your hunt… at least, for tonight."

Enika Engel: "What the hell do you mean!?  I had the main-event spot tonight!"

Chamelion:  "Maybe you should've inspired your opponents to keep interest up in the media this week.  But to make it up to you, I'll make you deal.  You keep your paws off of him for tonight, so he can compete… and you can have a match.. one on one.. next week, in the main event, with Project X!"

Enika hefts the bagged-up weapon over her shoulder, as she contemplates the offer.  She sighs.

Enika Engel: "Fine, Project X will make it through his match tonight, guaranteed.  But beyond that?  You get no promises."

Chamelion shrugs.

Chamelion: "With you, that’s about the best I can expect."

Enika stalks off, cursing to herself, and Chamelion slightly smirks as we return to ringside. The cameras cut to the ring, where Eric Emerson stands with the microphone to his mouth.

Contendership for the IC title at Genesis
Corey Lazarus vs. Tim Murphy



Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit, and is for the Number 1 contendership for the PWA Intercontinental title at Genesis!

Ireland's colors wave proudly on the PWA big screen as "The Warrior's Code" by the Dropkick Murphy’s hits the speakers. A montage of ghostly scenes of both military combat and clips from some of Tim Murphy's matches unfold on the ADCtron with the flag ever present in the background.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 20 and a half stone, and standing at 6 feet, 10 inches tall...

From somewhere in the audience we hear a commotion, the cameras pan to see what is happening and we see "Stench" Murphy standing up from his seat and finishing a can of Murphy's Irish Red Stout and picking another out of a cooler before wading through the crowd toward the ring.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Kilronan, Ireland...

As he climbs the ring steps he pops open the second can and steps over the top rope. In the ring he raises the can to the fans then drinks it down before flipping off some random fan and tossing the empty into the audience.

Eric Emerson: ...TIM MURPHY!!

"The Warrior's Code" dies down, and an old-fashioned, black and white film countdown rolls on the ADCtron, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.





A trio of drumrolls signals the start of Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida," and the lights in the arena go out save for a single spotlight focused on the entrance curtain.

McDaniel: Fans, I'm sorry, but we're being told we have to go to a commercial break. We'll be right back!


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A moment from Genesis 2

Jon McDaniel: The Dragon runs right for Sirus and the bell rings! Both men trade blows, but they refuse to go down. Finally, Sirus blocks the Dragon's punch. He whips the Dragon into the ropes and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. The Dragon gets up and is met with another clothesline. The Dragon rolls to his corner and tags in Moke. Moke charges Sirus, but gets a drop toe hold for his effort. Sirus tags in Grifter, who proceeds to suplex Moke. Moke gets sent to the ropes and Grifter executes a powerslam on him. One...two..kickout. Moke reverses an Irish whip and scoops up Grifter in a gorilla press slam! Dragon comes off the top with a leg drop on Grifter, and the ref gets in his face. Moke goes up top and hits the Turtle bomb on Grifter! One...two...the Dragon tell Moke to break the cover and he does!

Brian Rentfro: Most people are wondering why Dragon did that, but when you have the match in hand like this, you can afford to take chances.

Jon McDaniel: The Dragon whips Grifter to the ropes and Sirus tags himself in, but the Dragon doesn't see it. The Dragon clotheslines Grifter down and starts to gloat. Sirus taps him on the shoulder and as he turns around, Sirus hits him with the Nameless Knockout! One...two...three! The Brothers Grimm are the new tag team champions!

Brian Rentfro: They cheated! That wasn't a legal tag!

Jon McDaniel: The ref saw it, so it counts. It isn't my fault your monitor went out during the tag.



Rayne: We're back, and these two have waste no time at all going at it, Jon!

Lazarus and Murphy trade shots, with Murphy causing Laz to reel back with each punch and Lazarus coming close with each kick to the knee of bringing down the big man. Murphy catches Corey's leg on an attempt of a roundhouse kick to the head, and then tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring.

McDaniel: That was an AMAZING Dragon Screw Leg whip by Murphy!

Corey is quick to get to his feet, walking around ringside as Price runs over to him, checking on his client.

McDaniel: The ref stops Murphy from going after Corey, and it almost looks like Laz is trying to egg him on.

Rayne: Bad move by Lazarus, because Murphy is not the kind of guy you want aggravated with you in even the slightest.

McDaniel: You don't know Lazarus, Rayne. He thrives on annoying his opponents to get them to slip up, always looking for that opening.

Murphy's forced back by the ref, and Laz jumps up onto the apron. Tim shoves the ref out of the way and charges Corey, who springboards over the top rope, diving over Murphy, and lands on his feet in the center of the ring. He hits the ropes as Murphy turns around, ducks a lariat attempt, and jumps up to the top rope, moonsaulting onto Murphy's shoulder.

Rayne: Tim catches him, and he's going for the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker right now!

Murphy signals for it and drops to a knee, but Lazarus shoves himself off at the last second, landing on his feet at Murphy's side. A kick to the chest, then a kick to the back, and Corey hits the ropes.

McDaniel: He's going for the Coming Attractions...hey, what's he doing here?

Lazarus kicks off of Tim's knee, but, at the last second, lands on his feet rather than completing the combo, staring up the entrance ramp at Matthew Engel.

Rayne: We all saw what happened earlier tonight between these two men, how they almost got into a fistfight backstage over Matt's sister Enika...and Murphy takes advantage!

Murphy scoops Laz up into a Torture Rack, wrenching it in as Engel makes his way to ringside, jawing with Price before slapping the taste out of his mouth.

McDaniel: And Murphy hits the Argentine Backbreaker in the center of the ring. He covers!

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KICKOUT!

Engel hops onto the apron as Murphy gets to his feet and, sensing a possibility to get screwed over, hits the ropes and delivers a Yakuza Kick to Engel, sending him flying off of the apron and into the guardrail.

Rayne: Damn! Unprovoked!

McDaniel: Engel had every intention of interfering in the match, Rayne. You just know he did.

Engel gets up on the outside, holding his head and shaking off the cobwebs, and Murphy turns around to be met with the End Credits in the center of the ring.

McDaniel: END CREDITS! END CREDITS! COMPLETELY OUT OF NOWHERE!

Corey covers Murphy, hooking both legs, and leans back to put all of his weight across Murphy's shoulders. The ref drops for the count.

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McDaniel: SEE?! I TOLD YOU!

Engel pulls the ref out of the ring, sliding it immediately after, and kicks Corey in the groin, breaking the pinfall. He begins stomping away on Corey's head as Murphy uses the ropes to get to his feet. Murphy turns around and shoves Engel, jawing with him.

Murphy: Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?

Engel kicks Murphy low and begins decking him in the face. The ref - seeing it all - signals for the bell as he runs around the ring to the timekeeper's table, talking into Emerson's ear.

**DING, DING, DING**

Lazarus gets to his feet, holding his groin as he watches Virus taunt the now-downed Murphy, and charges at Engel, tackling him from behind. The two trade rights and lefts as security pounces on the ring.

Rayne: But...who's the number one contender?

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that due to the interference of Matthew Engel, this match has been ruled a draw!

The fans boo at the indecision, and Murphy joins the melee. The three men trade shots at each other as security tries to force them apart.

McDaniel: So, what does this mean for Genesis!?

In answer to McDaniel's question, Chamelion appears onstage, mic in hand and shakes his head.

Chamelion: Not sure exactly what THIS is all about, but I truly am not pleased that the IC title match at Genesis has to be so in doubt!  Engel, you have a match later, and I'd hate to see the same thing happen to you.  Anyway, a quick on the spot decision is this: Lazarus and Murphy will both go on to Genesis, to challenge Mark McNasty for his PWA Intercontinental Championship!  GOT IT!?

Chamelion walks off stage.

Rayne: Awesome, a triple threat at Genesis!!! I love it!!

McDaniel: Chamelion continues to astound us with major announcements! We'll be back for more action after these commercials!!


 

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Cut backstage, where Chris Cambell is currently trying to divulge important information out of Les Maroon!

Chris Cambell: Who is it?  

Les Maroon: Who's what?  

Chris Cambell: Who's my opponent tonight?  

Les Maroon: All will become apparent...  

Chris Cambell: I don't need this cryptic bulls**t. Just tell me. Now.  

Les Maroon: Just trust me, okay? All will become apparent. You want to showcase your talents, right? I talked to management and they agreed that you are far superior to all these low life thugs. I've got it all sorted, man. Seriously. Just have a little faith, okay? Christ! You've been doing this the whole way here. You're like a little kid.  

Chris Cambell: ...  

Les Maroon: Okay. I'll give you a clue. You know all those sideshow freaks I'm always talking about? You know. The princess who isn't a princess. The guy with the strip club. The guy who plays with homeless folks. The guy with the teddy bear. Tonight is about proving that you don't play their games! One of those monkeys is going to get Cabbaged. Or not. It could be someone else. Whatever happens, you'll deal with it because it's what you do best. All will become apparent.  

Chris Cambell: it sounds to me as if you don't know any more than I do. You haven't even got me a match, have you? This is all just a big charade-  

Les Maroon: Chris! Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris! I wouldn't lie to you! I'm your agent! If things go wrong for you then what'll happen to me, eh!? This is all about you! C'mon, Chris. Just trust me this one time... and quite possibly a lot of other times if this all goes to plan. Eh- Not if! When! When it all goes well. Which it will. And I may have lied about the whole match thing... But that's just- urg!  

Maroon is interrupted when Cambell shoves him against the wall, his forearm pressed against Maroon's throat. He leans in close.  

Chris Cambell: You give me one reason I should believe you, you lying, backstabbing piece of crap...  

Les Maroon: Ergh! Just give me until the end of the night, okay? I brought you into this company and I can end this before it even gets started. Don't you believe me? But it's not something I want to do. Don't do something you're going to regret and fuck everything up before you even get a chance to make your mark here.  

Cambell releases him with a grunt and then walks away out of camera shot. Maroon straightens out his shirt, shooting a condescending glare in the direction Cambell just headed and then shakes his head before walking away in the opposite direction.  

Singles Match
Psycho Sandra vs. Circa

Eric Emerson: The following contest is for one fall, introducing first Circa!!!

"Sleepless" by HellTrain hits and the strobe lights hit in quick fashion, they spin and twirl in a circle around the ring, before focusing in on the entrance way. Circa comes out of the entrance way and begins to head bang a few times to the music before stretching and jumping a bit. She dances to the ring and high fives fans on either side before jumping on the apron. She steps through the middle rope and goes to the closest turnbuckle, raising both of her arms up in the air. She jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the ring for her opponent.

Eric Emerson: And her opponent, Psycho Sandra!!!

Psycho Sandra comes out to the tune of "Sikamikanico" by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Sandra does a series of handsprings down the ramp and ends with a mid-air flip before sliding into the ring.

McDaniel: This match should be very interesting, as Circa has put in a lot of brave showings so far but has come up short against larger opposition. Psycho Sandra on the other hand is more in her size bracket.

Rayne: Who cares McDaniel!? Catfight!!

The bell rings and Circa is immediately caught off guard by Sandra who nails her with a vicious right hand that rocks her head back. Circa charges in to retaliate but Sandra takes her down with a drop toe hold.

McDaniel: Circa is finding out early that while the same size, Psycho Sandra is tougher than most men!

Rayne: She can pin me down anytime!

McDaniel: You do remember that she is the bosses wife right?

Rayne: ...

Circa bounces back to her feet before Sandra can capitalize but walks right into a boot in her eagerness to mount an offensive. Sandra follows this up by lifting a couple of hard knee's into the face of Circa and attempts a transition into a roaring elbow but Circa is still alert enough to duck under it and wrap her arms around Sandra's waist. She wrenches Sandra back and nails a German suplex, bridging for the cover.

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Kickout!

McDaniel: I think that's the first time Circa has been able to attempt a move like that since moving to the PWA.

Circa nails a dropkick on the rising Sandra that sends her staggering back into the corner. She gives her no time at all and attempts a high charging knee but Sandra anticipates and sidesteps it. Circa crashes into the turnbuckle and the top half of her body lurches forward, her momentum carrying her over the top rope and crashing to the floor with a hard thump.

Rayne: Ouch!

McDaniel: Circa was quick there but not quick enough for a former 2 time world champion!

The ref begins a 10 count as Circa starts to get to her feet on the outside. Sandra shows no intentions of waiting around and targets Circa with a baseball slide, but it is now Circa's turn to sidestep and Sandra simply slides into nothing but air and crashes to the floor outside. Circa seizes her opportunity and shows amazing agility by pouncing onto the ring apron in one leap. She then moonsaults herself off the apron and comes crashing down on Sandra.

McDaniel: Circa is starting to build momentum.

The ref shouts at Circa to take it back into the ring and she obliges. Circa rolls Sandra into centre ring and takes her legs up, tying them into a sharpshooter.

Rayne: Is she crazy!? This is what led to her losing to Gabe Shelley last week!

Circa finishes applying the hold, but unlike last week, she has enough weight to keep Sandra down. Sandra bites her lip to avoid screaming, silently going through some meditation techniques in her mind. Circa wrenches back to encourage Sandra to tap but she wrenches too far and leaves her hair dangling behind her. Sandra takes anything she can get to break the hold and reaches back to almost pull Circa's hair out of its roots. Circa yelps and breaks the hold. The ref admonishes Sandra.

Rayne: That was more like Chamelion than Psycho Sandra!

McDaniel: Maybe he's rubbing off on her.

Rayne: Oh, I bet he is alright!

McDaniel: Ewwwww!

Circa and Sandra get to their feet at the same time and Circa tries to keep her advantage by going for the spear, but Sandra spots it and smacks a vicious kick right into the dipping head of Circa to an "Ohhhh!" from the crowd. Circa slumps to the mat, a dazed look in her eyes. Sandra makes the cover.

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2...

2 3/4

Shoulder up!

McDaniel: If there is one thing that Circa does, it's make you work for your success. She's one tough cookie!

Rayne: And I've brought the milk!

McDaniel: I really should have gone into accounting like my mother wanted.

Sandra signals for the end and whips a limpish looking Circa into the corner. She props Circa up onto the top rope and climbs up with her.

McDaniel: This has bad intentions written all over it!

Sandra jumps up high and flings Circa down to the mat with a hurricanrana from the top rope, but instead of following her down, Sandra grips the middle rope and suspends herself in a hand stand position. She boosts herself back up to the top rope and finishes the job with a 420 splash on Circa, making the cover afterward.

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3/Kickout!!

Rayne: Did she??

McDaniel: No, the ref is waving it off!! Circa somehow pulled her shoulder up in time!

Sandra shakes her head, and pulls Circa to her feet. Circa wobbles, and Sandra grabs her by the hair. Circa suddenly snaps to life and starts pummeling Sandra with right hands right in her well toned stomach. Sandra blocks another hit, and whips Circa into the corner! Sandra rushes in, but Circa ducks and Sandra hits the turnbuckle! Circa comes in and perches Sandra onto the top rope. Circa then climbs up quickly, wraps her arms around Sandra's waist and executes the Fall From Grace (German suplex).  Sandra bounces off the canvas, and Circa rolls over on top, hooking the leg!

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3!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner by pinfall, CIRCA!!!

Rayne: How did she?? Circa with an amazing come back!

McDaniel: Sandra had the match in hand!! Both ladies were desperate for this victory, and Circa's heart and soul just INCHED Sandra in this contest!!

Rayne: No matter what, Sandra proved herself here, she just missed it by 1/10th of a second!!!

Circa and Sandra both stand, dazed and wobbly and look at each other.  Sandra swallows once, and nods, offering her hand to which Circa accepts and they shake, much to the delight of the crowd!

McDaniel: Excellent sportsmanship!! Give it up for the ladies!

Rayne: Bah, a cat-fight would have been better!!  Now, time for a commercial break before our next bout!


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Contendership for the GB Title at Genesis
Kyle Stevenson vs. BomberBen

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 187lbs, hailing from Portimão, Portugal, here is BOMBERBEN!

BomberBen enters the arena to follow the sound of music with his style gangster, enters the ring as a gangster rises to the corner in which opens and closes the arms making a gesture with the fingers as a gangster

Eric Emerson: And his opponent! Weighing in at 225lbs and coming from Huntington Beach, California, he is KYLE STEVENSON!

The familiar bass riff to "Schism" by Tool begins to play over the speakers. Smoke starts to billow from underneath the curtain down the ramp. As the drums pick up, the strobes begin to pulsate to the song. As the song hits the first verse, Kyle steps out from behind the curtain. He looks around for a moment before sprinting down the ramp. He slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring. He gets up and goes to his corner. "Schism" fading away.

McDaniel: Kyle looks ready for this encounter!

Rayne: Both these men have a lot riding on this match!  The PWA is watching very closely what these two men can do here tonight!

DING! DING! DING!

Both men circle each other, feeling each other out and then move in for a lock up! BomberBen starts it off with a side hammerlock and floats over to apply a headlock. He holds the headlock for a few seconds before Kyle Stevenson backs him into the ropes and sends him across the ring. BomberBen comes back and tries to slide between Kyle Stevenson's legs, but Kyle Stevenson drops to his knees above BomberBen's chest and starts hammering his face. The ref warns him and when he looks BomberBen kicks him in the back and he falls off. BomberBen picks him up, whips him into ropes. BomberBen bends over and hits a back body drop. BomberBen turns around and tries for a quick leg drop, but Kyle Stevenson rolls and he lands hard. Kyle Stevenson runs into the ropes, comes back and sit-out dropkicks BomberBen in the face and he falls back. Kyle Stevenson hooks the leg.

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kick. 

McDaniel Kyle’s taking Ben to school here!

Rayne: Yeah, and it’s fun as hell to watch!

 While he's still down Kyle Stevenson runs into the corner and climbs up to the second rope. He sets up for senton bomb, but BomberBen jumps up and charges Kyle Stevenson. He hits him in the back and Kyle Stevenson falls on the ropes. BomberBen gets Kyle Stevenson up on his shoulders and falls back for a belly-to-back type suplex. BomberBen goes for a pin.

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shoulder-up.

McDaniel: Quick float over for a pin, but he forgot to hook the leg.

BomberBen picks him up and sets him up for a powerbomb. He tries for the powerbomb but only gets him half way up. Kyle Stevenson kicks and comes back down, the back-body drops BomberBen who, in turn, holds on and goes for a sunset flip. Kyle Stevenson counters by dropping to his knees again for an axe-handle to BomberBen's face but BomberBen hits him in the inner thigh as he drops. Kyle Stevenson's knees buckle and BomberBen pulls him into the sunset flip anyway.

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Shoulder up!

McDaniel: Ben is starting to mount a comeback!

Rayne: Oh, he had him mounted alright!

McDaniel: Clean your mind, dammit!

BomberBen stands and lifts Kyle Stevenson up and whips him into the ropes. BomberBen bends over for the back-body drop but the Kyle Stevenson comes back and kicks him in the face. Kyle Stevenson whips him into the ropes. As BomberBen comes back Kyle Stevenson tries to gorilla press him but BomberBen kicks and comes down behind him but before his feet hit the mat Kyle Stevenson grabs his head and brings him down in a front neck breaker. He tries for the pin.

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thr-KICK!

McDaniel: Incredible move, turning a near failure into a high impact move!

Rayne: Kyle is awesome in that ring!

BomberBen barely gets the kick. BomberBen starts to get up but Kyle Stevenson pulls him up and DDTs him. Kyle Stevenson goes out onto the apron. He springs off the second, over the top, and leg drops BomberBen. He picks BomberBen up and whips him but BomberBen reverses it. Kyle Stevenson comes back and BomberBen tries to press him up. Kyle Stevenson kicks, comes down behind him and kicks him in the inner thigh yet again from behind. BomberBen bends over and Kyle Stevenson grabs him and hits The Lights Out! Kyle Stevenson makes the cover.

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3!

McDaniel: Strange move, but it got the job done!

Rayne: Quick, too!  Right out of the middle of a back and forth paced match, Kyle puts an exclamation mark on it and comes out the victor!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Kyle Stevenson!!!


A moment from Genesis 3

Lazarus and Metalhead both run for the chain saw. Metalhead spears Lazarus and shoves him to the edge of the cage and over. Lazarus falls and grabs the end of one of the poles of the bridge. He's hanging above the announcer's table.)

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD!

Brian Rentfro: This can't be safe! I think we're done for tonight!

(Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro both get up and run. Metalhead stands and walks back to the chainsaw. He wipes his face and then yanks the chainsaw down into his hands. As he revs it up the crowd goes nuts. He revs it a few times to work the crowd, then walks over to Lazarus, who is still dangling above the announcer table. Metalhead, in one clean cut, saws the end of the pole off. Lazarus falls off of the cage and onto the announcer table. Unfortunately he only his the end of it, cracking it about one of the legs, but not breaking the table, then rolls onto the floor, stunend after such a stiff landing. Metalhead waves the chain saw in the air, getting the crowd even more worked up. He gets down and starts trying to climb down the the outside of the cage with the chainsaw, which isn't really working. Lazarus starts to get up and grabs the cage for support. The shaking casuses Metalhead to loose his balance and drop the chainsaw into the cage. It hits, tears up a piece of the mat and turns off. Metalhead also falls over the edge through the body of the announcer table, smashing it, and getting another huge pop from the crowd. Lazarus, seeing what he's done, suddenly realizes that he's go the advantage. He picks up Metalhead and and walks him up to the door. One of the ring attendants runs up with bolt cutters and clips the chain, openning the door. Lazarus throws Metalhead into the cage and falls on  top of him. The ref runs up. 1...2... KICKOUT! Lazarus rolsl off, obviously pissed. Metalhead starts to recover, coughing. He uses the cage to stand up and stands next to the only lit heating lamp left. Lazarus has his back turned to him, picks up the chainsaw and revs it, making the crowd cheer. He doesn't care about the crowd anymore, though. Pissed as hell he turns and rushes Metalhead, sidesteps, grabs the Lazarus' forearms and smashes the end of the chainsaw into the lit lamp. It literally explodes, sending glass out of the cage and into the crowd and after a second or so of sparks, it blows the circuit and the lights go dead. In the darkness we hear something his the mat then a count. 1...2...3... There's a momment of hesititiation before the lights go back up and "Gods of Rapture" plays. Metalhead is covering an unconscious, twitching Lazarus, who has smoke comign off of him. The chainsaw is on the floor, burning and medics swarm the ring as Metalhead slowly stands
up and accepts his belt from the Ref)

Ring Announcer: The winner and still Hardcore Champion, Metalhead!


PWA Television Title Match
Gabe Shelly vs. Mr. Marcus


Eric Emerson: The following contest is for one fall and is for the PWA Television championship! Introducing the challenger, in his PWA debut, Mr. Marcus!!!

Mr. Marcus walks out wearing a black wife beater, LA fitted cap, black sean john jeans and black jordans. He has a smirk on his face, as if he knows something that the rest of us don’t. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, he is the reigning and defending PWA television champion, Gabe Shelley!!!

As "In Fate's Hands" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus begins to play, Gabe Shelley makes his way to the ramp with his hood up. He points to the crowd before making his way down. He slaps hands with fans on the ramp before walking up the stairs. He lifts his hood a bit to look out. Shelley then climbs in the ring and picks a turnbuckle. He climbs and in one swift motion, he tosses his hood back and throws his arms out. He smiles and jumps down.

McDaniel: This is a landmark occasion! This is the first PWA title to be defended since the revival. It also marks the debut for Mr. Marcus who has lucked into a title short here, or perhaps the PWA management knows something we don't.

Rayne: Quit yo jibba jabba fool, Mr. Marcus is gonna bust a cap in his ass, fo sheazy!

McDaniel: *sigh*

The bell rings and both men square up centre ring. Some trash talk is exchanged and Mr. Marcus shoves Gabe Shelley back and slaps him in the face. Gabe Shelley brings a hand to his jaw and smirks at Mr. Marcus before slapping him back. Mr. Marcus snarls and tackles Shelley to the mat, winging in left and rights. Shelley puts his legs around Marcus's waist and pushes back on his jaw to make leverage to get some shots of his own off.

McDaniel: Mr. Marcus is an accomplished street fighter, but he's taken this fight to the mat where Shelley excels.

After a few retaliation shots from Shelley, Mr. Marcus retreats off of him and gets back to his feet holding his jaw. Shelley rises and they stare each other down. Mr. Marcus then offers his hand in a test of strength which Shelley accepts but neither man budges and they cancel each other out.

McDaniel: Both Shelley and Mr. Marcus are the exact same height and weight, neither man has the physical advantage!

Rayne: That white bread don't stand a chance yo!

McDaniel: Just shut up.

Shelley gets a burst of energy and seems to get the upper hand in the test of strength as Mr. Marcus winces in pain. Marcus isn't having any of it though and cuts Shelley off with a boot to the gut followed by a clubbing forearm to the back. He then lines up a kick and whollops Shelley in the ribs, sending him rolling in pain.

McDaniel: Rumor has been flying around this week that Gabe Shelley wasn't happy about receiving the TV title and feels he should be competing at world title level, but he mustn’t under estimate the challenge of Mr. Marcus who is on top right now.

Rayne: Wouldn't you want to be in the title hunt if you were unbeaten and held a win over the present champion?

Mr. Marcus picks Shelley up and nails him with the "Ridin' High" sit down powerbomb and holds for a cover.

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Kickout!

Rayne: Some part of Shelley must want to keep hold of the title at least.

McDaniel: I think that's his natural competitive spirit, he wants to preserve his 0.

Mr. Marcus grunts and goes for the same move again, but this time Shelley spins out of it and boots him in the gut, nailing the "Junk Yard Jam" (Pedigree). He makes the cover.

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2 ¾

Foot on the ropes!

McDaniel: Unbelievable! Both men have now hit key moves in their arsenal that have failed to put the other away!

Shelley drops an elbow on Mr. Marcus and then moves to pick Mr. Marcus up but out of nowhere, Mr. Marcus nails the "Sho Nuff" (RKO) on Shelley. However, due to the massive moves both men have executed, they both lay there nearly knocked out!  The ref begins a double count, when a voice is heard over the arena speakers.

Les Maroon: Hey! HEY! I was just about to use the arena restroom and you literally just can't get in there. There must be at least... what...? Fifteen hundred people there? It's insane, I tells ya.

The camera pans around and zooms in to see Les Maroon walking down the arena stairs. The fans in the surrounding rows are pointing and tapping their neighbors. It appears they have spotted themselves on the video screen.

Les Maroon: There were children being crushed against the walls. Babies being trampled into the floor. Piss, vomit, sh*t, beer, coke and chips... going everywhere. Babies and children too. All over the place. Did I mention those? I think I did. All over the place. Pure anarchy. So I decided to give that a miss.

Les Maroon: So I decided to go get a burger. You know... like you do. I start heading around to this burger stand and then suddenly I have to stop. You know why I have to stop? Because there was no way around. When you're trying to get to a burger stand and there's fifty thousand people all shouting and throwing their drinks over everyone else you have to stop. It's inevitable.

Les Maroon: So I think to myself "what the heck is going on here?". It was bedlam, I tells ya. So I come out here only to find the root of the problem and oh boy, did I find it...

Maroon climbs over the guard rail and stands, watching the men in the ring.

Les Maroon: I don't know who they've got booking these so-called "matches" but I would really think about hiring someone who... I don't know... has an IQ that's LARGER than that of a pigmy rabbit? It looks to me like you've just plucked some random wannabe "gangsta" against your rather respectable Television Champion, there.

He points to Shelley, who has managed to crawl to the corner to get his bearings.  The ref, distracted by Maroon, has stopped counting.

Les Maroon: No WONDER people are leaving. I mean, look. I know it looks like there are quite a lot of people out here but... wait. Has anyone seen the Lord of the rings movies? They didn't REALLY get a hundred thousand people to dress up as orcs. It's all that computer jiggery pokery nonsense. I can count maybe a hundred fans out here, tops.

Les Maroon climbs up the stairs and stares at Mr. Marcus, now back on his feet, staring darkly at Maroon.

Les Maroon: You're not a wrestler. You're just a-

Marcus has had just about enough of Maroon's antics and slaps the microphone out of his hand. He lunges for Les but Maroon is ready and jumps down to the floor. Suddenly Chris Cambell is in the ring and he locks Mr. Marcus in a Cobra Clutch.

Les Maroon: Break him, Chris! Break him!! Nobody tries to take a shot at me and gets away with it! No-one!

The referee turns and waves, calling for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Cambell holds on the clutch for a good ten seconds before throwing him backwards in a release suplex. Marcus bounces hard on his neck and shoulder ending up face down in middle of the ring.

McDaniel: What was that all about!?

Rayne: I really don’t know! We had a good match going on here!!!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match by disqualification, MR. MARCUS!!!!!!  However, as the title cannot change hands on a count out or DQ, still your PWA Television Champion, GABE SHELLEY!!!

Shelley looks pissed, but Maroon smirks and raises his own mic.

Les Maroon: Ladies and gentleman, Chris Cambell!! And my name is Les Maroon - Hey!

Maroon is cut short when Cambell snatches the microphone from him!

Chris Cambell: SHELLEY! No matter what Les here says about you being a "respected" TV Champion, I beg to differ. I saw your face last week when you got handed that championship. You looked like you were about to cry. Sure, it's not the World title but what the hell does that matter!? Being a champion is about consistency, Gabe. If the World Heavyweight Title changes hands every week but you can keep a hold of that Television Championship week in and week out then they might as well hand you that World Title. Unfortunately that isn't going to happen as far as I can see because unlike this money-flashing asshole, I DO have what it takes to match you in the ring. I DO have what it takes to be that consistent Champion that takes the Television Title to new heights. And I do have the respect to wear it with pride.

With that, Cambell drops the mic and gives Shelley a ‘look’ before sliding out of the ring with Maroon and the two walk up the ramp.  Shelley glares at Chris, but watches carefully as Mr. Marcus slips from the ring and heads up the ramp dejectedly.  Shelley is about to exit when Come with Me causes an explosion of cheers as Chamelion walks onto the stage, a mic in hand.  As Mr. Marcus trudges past him, Chamelion turns his attention to Shelley in the ring.  

Chamelion: Ah, Gabe Shelley.  Seems you’re making some ‘friends’ here in the PWA rather quickly.  Since Chris there seems adamant he can carry the PWA TV title better then you, let’s put that to the test, shall we?  Next week, it’s going to be Chris Cambell vs. Gabe Shelley for the PWA Television Championship!

Gabe smirks at this, but motions with his hands he wants a bigger title, namely Chamelion’s BWF World Title, from the back and forth verbal warfare the two recently exchanged on PWA.COM!  Chamelion smirks back.

Chamelion: Oh, don’t worry kiddo!  We have a match ourselves coming up sometime at the end of February, and I look forward to that!  But I am a man of integrity here.  I put the PWA Business ahead of my own….first, let me clarify about next week’s match.  Since tonight you skimmed by with your title in tact… next week, I’m removing that ‘oh-so-annoying’ rule… and the title WILL change hands on a count out or disqualification!!

Now Shelley looks pissed, and begins to climb out of the ring.

Chamelion: Hey, don’t get your panties in a bunch!  Earlier tonight I said I would be announcing Project X’s challenger at Genesis for the PWA World title! I also said it was the obvious choice.. the perfect choice!  Shelley, no matter our personal differences, I know a talent when I see it.. why do you think I want to fight you in UWC next month!!??  But the point is… YOU are the obvious choice!

Rayne: WAIT, is he saying!!??

Chamelion: At Genesis!!! Project X will defend his World Championship…Against the only man to have pinned him so far… YOU, Gabe Shelley!!!!!!

Shelley is flabbergasted at the news. He stands there in shock as Chamelion gives a mock bow before leaving the stage.  The fans, however, are alive and cheering at this amazing bit of news.

McDaniel: Gabe Shelley!! He’s going to fight for the World title at Genesis!!

Rayne: Now that, was a shock! I never would have expected it!

McDaniel: First, Chamelion puts Shelley in a corner, then agrees to a match, and then gives him a world title match at the PPV…….what IS on Chamelion’s mind!?

Rayne: Better yet, what’s on Shelley’s!?? He still looks stunned!

As Shelley stands on the apron of the ring, unsure if he knows what just happened, we cut to a commercial break!  


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Another cut backstage, this time we find Project X moving quickly, with a determined look towards the staging area backstage where he is sure to find Enika and Virus preparing for their tag title match!  His fists are clenched, and his body language projects a man on a mission!  However, a voice rings out that stops him in his tracks, a voice we know all too well.

Chamelion: Hey, X, there you are!!

Project X turns, fast, and you can tell even with the mask on he is none too happy to be interrupted! Chamelion appears on screen as he comes up to X, seemingly unfazed at the man’s current state.

Chamelion: I’ve been looking for you!  There’s a media crew here for the next issue of PWA Magazine, and I promised them a few photos with the new World Champion! 

Project X cocks his head.

Project X: I’m busy.

Chamelion raises an eyebrow.

Chamelion: Too busy to show off being world champion? I don’t think so. Besides, it’s in your contract and you kind of have to do it, kiddo.

Project X: It can wait until I have taken care of my business.

Chamelion: If that business is what I think it is, it WILL wait.  Anyway, here’s how the deal works… you take these pictures now…before your match tonight… or you have no match.

Project X literally grows deep in his throat, clenching and unclenching his fists over and over.  Chamelion does not respond, instead opting to wait for X’s next comment.

Project X: FINE!!!!!! Have it your way!

Chamelion: That’s pretty much how it works around here.  Come on!

Chamelion leads Project X away, before we return back to ringside for the first of two main events.


Main Event #1
PWA Tag-Team Championship Match

Kirlia Gardevoir & Icetank vs. Enika Engel & Matthew Engel

We fade back in from the commercial to the announce booth, where Rayne and McDaniels continue to go over a few more little notes before the next match begins...

McDaniel: "If I understood correctly, Miss Engel took some special precautions before going into this match - specifying a few things she wanted to be "left" under the ring for her."

Rayne: "Who the hell does that, anyway?  Way I see it - you get whatever the ring-crew is too lazy to haul to the back with them.  You want your own stuff?  You bring it with you.  But I do have to say - it'll be interesting to see where that goes."

McDaniel: "And on that note, we're about to get underway..."

A beeping, almost in the evacuation sense, kicks up over the airwaves - cueing in a guitar riff overtop of itself; dimming the lights just well enough to where we simply see the ADC-Tron alternating a count-down from twelve, in pink and green.  At the twelve second mark - when the vocals kick in - we first get the old school "Exit Music" logo from days long since past, as well as  rotating, alternating, digital pink and green spotlights - two of them to be exact, on the stage, along with standard fire-colored embers from the scaffolding just below the screen...

### uh-O-oh-oh###
###
uh-O-oh-oh###

This of course being the opening sequence to "In The Shadows" by The Rasmus, which brings out "The Virus" Matthew Engel and his sister "The Firefly" Enika Engel, to a nice little reception from the fans, both for the returning of the Virus, and one of the newest additions to the PWA.  Enika's attire consists of a pink zip-up hoodie - left unzipped, with the hood up over her head - overtop of a white ribbed belly shirt with a black "Exit Music" ensigna in the middle, rotated 35 degrees; along with a pair of white jogging pants with "Firefly" across the back of them, black fingerless mesh gloves, and lastly a pair of pink, w/ white fur, ankle boots.  She walks out first, and looks out to the crowd, a smirk drawn from ear to ear - as she takes a few seconds to let it all sink in.  She takes a few hops from foot to foot, loosening the 'ole legs up a bit before her upcoming match.  She notably has a backpack on this evening, for god only knows what reason.  Along with her half of the tag team titles, clasped around her waist...

### uh-O-oh-oh###
###
uh-O-oh-oh###

Her brother on the other side of things has on a basic tuxedo that was given to him by Psychoduck and TED. Both the jacket and the pants are a dark green. He wears a silk black shirt underneath tucked into his pants, which extend down to the bottom of his wrestling boots that look like shoes since they're covered from the pants. He also wears a black tie, just for the hell of it.  He points to the heavens as he passes through the fountain of flames from the scaffold.  Enika looks back to her brother and smiles, as the flames die, dimming the arena back out a good ways... the spotlight following the Engels as always as they proceed down the ramp.
 


### No sleep...###
###No sleep until I am done with finding the answer.###

Emerson stands center stage, ironically in the shadows - as Virus slaps some fans five on the way down the ramp...

Eric Emerson: "Hailing first; from Charleston, West Virginia and Bailey's Bay, Bermuda... - at a combined weight of three-hundred SEVENTY-ONE poun...

Enika elects to not go all the way over to the side of the ramp, but instead points to the few adoring fans she has. 

###Won't stop.... ###
###Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer.###

Eric Emerson: "They are one-half of the tag team champions, going under the banner of "Exit Music"...THE FIREFLY ENIKA ENGEL AND...."

Again, a more elevated mixed reaction as she basks in her spotlight...

 

###Sometimes...###
###I feel like going down, I'm so disconnected... ###

They eventually reach the ring, where Enika decides to take the steps, given the backpack she's carrying, while Matthew just slides under the bottom rope, he springs to his feet immediately...

Eric Emerson: "... THE VIRUS... MATTHEW.... ENGELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!"

A more warm reaction to the latter, which Enika eyeballs him for.  He shrugs.

###Somehow... ###
###I know that I am haunted to be wanted...  ###

Enika drops her back-pack off in the corner, and meets up with The Virus in the middle of the ring, where they pound fists, up, down, and straight forward...


###
I've been watching... ###
### I've been waiting...###

The two spotlights intertwine and disperse, bringing forth the normal house lights.  Enika hops from foot to foot again, as the Virus takes off his top, tie, and black silk shirt to reveal a wife-beater underneath - all the former of which he gives to the ring girl.  Enika opts to leave all of her clothes on, since this is a hardcore match after all.  She looks sadly reminiscent of Lil Mac during one of his running sequences back in the old "Mike Tyson: Punch Out!" days, only a hell of a lot cuter, and much more feminine.  She pops the hood down off of her head, and backs into the corner - deciding to let Matthew work the kinks out first off in the match.  She almost forgets about the title around her waist, and leans it over the ropes to the aforementioned ring girl...

###In the shadows, for my time. ###

McDaniel: "And there ya have it... one of the brightest upstarts this company has ever seen - along with her brother, a veteran of this sport in his own right.  Both of them have fallen to the wayside over the past year or so, steering clear of the limelight, but here lately..."

Rayne: "Here lately... they've been hogging it up completely."

McDaniel: "I wouldn't say that so much, I mean... Enika kept pretty quiet this week.  Let her brother do the talking for the both of them."

Rayne: "Typical woman.  Let the man do all the work.

The lights dim to an emerald hue and the fans come to their feet as the beats of NSYNC's "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" begin to pound across the sound system. The fan's cheering gets louder as the Amazon Princess herself, Kirlia Gardevoir, slowly steps onto the stage, a massive python across her shoulders. Kirlia smirks and nods to the fans as she makes her way down the ramp. As she reaches the ring, two techs take the python from her and Kirlia slides inside, rolling to her feet. She smirks again, then leaps onto the nearest corner and blows a kiss to the crowd before jumping off the second rope and settling in the upper-left corner as the music fades.  Enika stares at her like she's stupid.  She says something that barely picks up across the ring.

Enika Engel: "Who the -bleep- brings a snake to the ring?"

Rayne snickers.

Rayne: "I like that girl, she has spunk."

McDaniel: "I had the pleasure of meeting her about eight years ago, when her former fiancé Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser used to wrestle for us - was one of the most sweet-hearted, soft-spoken girls you'd ever meet.  Seems like something broke in her after things fell apart between the two of them."

Rayne: "A lady on the street, and a freak in the bed!  Bet T-wolf loved that while it lasted."

McDaniel: "Who would know.  Anyhow..."

Enika shakes her head in disbelief.  But her attention is soon diverted... "Stone Cold Crazy" by Metallica hits the ADC-Tron as the stage erupts with pyro. The crowd begins cheering wildly as Icetank walks out onto the stage. In one hand, he holds a pool cue, the BWF is playing in that night... in his other hand, he holds a bottle of Jack Daniels. He takes a swig from the bottle and laughs, then walks down the ramp as more pyro goes off along the sides of the ramp. When he reaches the ring, Icetank takes another swig off the bottle of Daniels, then tosses the pool cue into the ring. He slides inside the ring, grabs the pool stick again, then begins taunting for the crowd until his music fades.  Enika holds her hand out, across the ropes, mouthing off again.

Enika Engel: "Can I have a drink?  Please?  I don't like snakes, and that bitch just brought one to the ring.  And well, you're a lot to look at in the sense of being ugly, so I'm probably gonna need to be buzzed to even look at you while we fight."

Icetank stares at her, in return, like she's stupid.  Enika cocks an eyebrow and unzips her backpack, pulling out a pack of Marlboro full-flavors, a lighter, and a bottle of Vitamin Water.  The bell rings...

DING DING!!!

....and Icetank finishes up a few words that he was having with Kirlia, before stalking over, with pool stick in hand, towards Virus, who's quite weaponless at the moment.  Virus looks towards Enika, wanting her to bust something out of the bag... which just so happens to be a bowling ball on this go around.  He's kind of confused by it at first, but he decides to take it anyway... just ducking a pool stick shot from Icetank, who has enough force and momentum from his run to knock Enika off the apron.

McDaniel: "And down goes one person to the floor!"

Rayne: "But look out!"

By the time Icetank turns around, it's too late, as The Virus swings the bowling ball, full force, at his chest.  He lets out a grunt and almost doubles over as The Virus drops the ball - non-metaphorically - and goes swinging backwards with a round-house kick that's enough to drop Icetank to the ground.  Virus quickly grabs the pool cue and begins choking him with it.

McDaniel: "That's illegal!"

Rayne: "Nuh-uh, it's a street fight!"

After a moment, Kirlia's had enough, and she comes charging into the ring, monkey-springing onto the Virus before rolling him over to the ground.  This buys Icetank enough time to get up and come over and assist Kirlia.  As she holds his arms behind him, Icetank lands some vicious kicks to the sternum.  On the outside, it seems as if Enika Engel has crawled under, and crawled back out from under, the ring apron with a mask on and some sort of a gun in hand...

Rayne: "What the..."

She slides under the bottom rope and shoots the gun...

*** TOOF-TOOF-TOOF-TOOF ***

McDaniel: "Paintballs?"

Rayne: "I hope she doesn't think she's gonna win the match this way."

It stings, but it's not enough to actually hurt Icetank, who lets off of the Virus and now comes after her.  The ref lets the four of them stay in, since, afterall, it is a street fight.  Enika ditches the mask and the gun and rolls back to the outside, taunting Icetank to come after her.  The Virus is able to fight off Kirlia rather easily, all the while managing to get her in a head lock.  He knees her once in the stomach and....

McDaniel: "Text-book vertical suplex!"

Rayne: "Elementary."

Enika tells Icetank to come get some, as The Virus follows up with a boot to Kirlia's throat.  She gasps, but manages to collect enough of herself to roll over and go after that bowling ball from before.  As the Virus goes down to take it, she throws it up into his face, which is enough to stagger him back, and allow her to move out of the way of both him, and the dropping ball.  She jumps up, and catches Virus with a jumping DDT variation.  She covers for the pin...

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Rayne: "Not even."

McDaniel: "Gonna take a lot more than a bowling ball shot and a DDT to keep the Virus down."

Enika, on the outside, crawls under the ring again, and this time, Icetank gives chase... following her.  Virus is back to his feet, and begins to circle around with Kirlia.  The two go for a test of strength, but Kirlia, being a bit smart about it, drops down and shin scrapes The Virus, who immediately breaks the hand hold.  Kirlia goes bouncing off the ropes and attempts a clothesline, which is ducked.  Upon her return, she's met with a kick to the mid-section, and a follow up two-handed, sit-down, face plant.  The Virus follows up with a camel clutch...

McDaniel: "Not the most by-the-book match we've ever had... but it could go somewhere..."

Rayne: "Not digging it so far, outside of the paintballs.  That was inventive."

He keeps the hold applied, but it wouldn't matter if she tapped, because she's not legal - as Enika crawls back out on a different side of the ring.  She begins pulling out an assortment of weapons, which she in-turn throws into the ring as she collects them.  A pair of brass knucks, a roped set of light tubes, a kendo stick, a table, a step-stool, a large steel chain (which is noticeably rusted), your atypical steel chair, and a cinderblock, which she visibly smashes her finger on upon setting it down.  By the time all of this is done, Icetank has stalked up behind her, out from under the ring, quite pissed off.  He's huffing and puffing, and she doesn't even notice.  In fact, she's considering another cigarette.  The Virus doesn't notice either, as he keeps the camel clutch applied...

Rayne: "This could spell trouble!"

Icetank quietly comes up behind her and grabs a handful of hair, which makes her yelp, before turning her around, and landing a european uppercut that takes her square off of her feet.  She rubs her jaw, but immediately gets back up and goes charging in - only to be met with a big boot that grounds her. 

McDaniel: "Maybe she should've stuck with the gun..."

Kirlia manages to get to the ropes - and even though nothing else goes in this match - it's enough for the ref to step in and say for Virus to let her go.  Which is funny, since she's not even legal.  Virus goes to lift her to her feet, and for a moment, notices Enika on the outside, who's taking a pounding from Icetank.  Immediately curses at him the entire time, and this just makes him angrier.  Unfortunately, on the inside, before Virus can have time to react, Kirlia rolls him up for a school-boy pin.

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McDaniel: "Near-fall as Kirlia catches him unsuspectedly!"

She's back on the offensive again, grabbing Virus up with an armbar before he even knows what happened to him.  She drops a leg over the shoulder it's applied to, and cracks it to the mat.  Virus rolls over in pain, but Kirlia is unrelentless, and lifts him back to his feet... which is a bad move, because on his way up Virus managed to grab that set of brass knucks thrown into the ring earlier - which he uses to bust Kirlia across the face with, drawing first blood upon her skull.  For a minute, he forgets about Enika on the outside, and instead goes for a northern lights suplex...

McDaniel: "Kirlia's busted open!"

Rayne: "And losing a lot of blood by the looks of it, in the early goings of this match!"

Icetank body slams Enika to the cold, hard concrete and follows up with a flying knee - which she manages to roll out of the way of.  Icetank holds his knee in pain, as Enika follows up by grabbing yet another chair out from under the ring - which she slams on that previously clanked knee of his.  He yells out in pain, which just leads to another, and another, and...

Rayne: "For the love of god, she's mounting a come back!"

... one more for good measure.  She utters something about him being a bitch, and slides back into the ring.  Kirlia has managed to stumble back to her feet, only to be met by another round-house kick from The Virus.  Enika unravels the light tubes and grabs one out.  She tells Virus to stand Kirlia up... and....

*** CRASHHHHH ***

Smashes it across her face.

Rayne: "Looks like these two know a thing or two about hardcore matches..."

McDaniel: "The Virus was one of the last King of Extreme's in the AOWF Community, of course he does!"

Rayne: "Enika must've picked it up off the streets..."

Enika caught that - but for once, doesn't do anything, instead she lays out four light tubes and tells Virus to stand Kirlia up again.  Kirlia manages to get some nails to the eyes of Virus in the process, which blinds him, but doesn't keep him from grabbing her.  Even blinded, he's able to hold onto her - even though she's wiggling all around, well, as much as one can while bleeding as much as she is.  Enika sets-up to hit a line drive but...

Rayne: "LOOK OUT!"

Gets it pulled out of her hand, which is enough to swivel her around, and be caught by the throat - by Icetank.  He lifts her up for a chokeslam... but out of no where, Virus comes sprinting over, hopping over the light tubes, and spears the fuck out of Icetank, which sends Enika flying towards the ropes - where she somehow acrobatically hangs on, and doesn't flip to the outside.  Kirlia pulls Virus off of Icetank...

McDaniel: "ENIKA'S GONNA SPRINGBOARD!"

But she whiffs.  It wasn't a part of her usual game plan.  Even though she practically falls flat on her face, she still comes running through and spears Kirlia off of Virus, pounding her head into the mat like a woman possessed.  Not your usual woman-on-woman head-thumping.  No.  She's really pounding it.  Which then leads to a string of lefts and rights.  Virus has Icetank up...and hits a russian legsweep onto the four light-tubes in the center of the ring - cutting his back to shreds.  To the point where Icetank screams out in pain yet again.

Rayne: "Looks like the Engels are getting the upper-hand again."

Enika and Virus meet up in the middle of the ring and high five.  Awaiting both of their opponents to get to their feet, they stand there, taunting.  At first there's nothing, but Kirlia begins to stir, and as soon as she gets to her feet... Enika bounces off the ropes - and cracks her down with the Ante Up!

Rayne: "ANTE UP!"

Enika smiles and yells out...

Enika Engel: "BITCH, RUN THAT AND...ANTE-UP!!!"

Singing a little MOP, she was. Perhaps a message to Virus to put his chips in the stack and do something with Icetank, as Kirlia rolls out of the ring.  Virus tells her to set up the table...

McDaniel: "This could spell the end!"

Which she does...they collectively drag Icetank up and on to it.  She points to the turnbuckle - and Matthew leaps up it, facing towards the crowd and....

Rayne: "It's over!!!"

Leaps off with a double-corkscrew, while somersaulting, and lands perfectly in alignment for the most astonishing and outstanding splash you've ever seen - on a table no less.  It of course breaks, because what kind of wafer board table like that wouldn't break?  He pulls a leg up as Enika counts alongside the ref...

McDaniel: "Euthanasia!!!"

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Eric Emerson: "YOUR WINNERS... AND NEW... TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.... THE VIRUS AND ENIKA... ENGELLLLL!!!!!"

"In The Shadows" by The Rasmus kicks back up, and Enika leaps into the air...

McDaniel: "Not at all what I was expecting between these two teams.... but a good match no less!"

Rayne: "A bit out of the norm... but I can dig it."

McDaniel: "So Enika Engel and her brother pick up the tag team titles.  Kirlia, on the outside, looks none too happy... quite depressed in fact.  First the deal with her sister, and then this."

Rayne: "I'm pretty depressed too.  I thought I was gonna get to see Enika choke-a-bitch with that tetanus infested chain she busted out."

McDaniel: "Perhaps next week..."

Virus and Enika collect their tag titles, center stage, and hug.  A brother and sister united by more than blood now.  Enika raises her brother's hand much to the approval of the crowd.  For once, she was happy in the ring - as she had a loved one there to bask in the glory.

McDaniel: "Well man... one more match to go."

Rayne: "And that's up next, after a short commercial break..."

There's more celebrating before we go to break, as Enika steals that bottle of Jack Daniels from ringside.  She takes a couple shots, straight out of the bottle.  Virus shakes his head - but Enika is all smiles.  


Night of Armageddon Six: Extreme Sacrifice - available in HD and Blu-Ray exclusively at FYE and www.aowfmedia.org

Featuring:

The Virus vs. Protean
(King of Extreme Title)

Lisa Seldon & Jeffery Drake vs. Nightstryker and November

Tommy Riley vs. Silverback

Vicious vs. Aarya Ranvir
(LWF vs IWL)

Thunderwolf being forced into retirement, via no-showing Nicholas Cole's MoA Gauntlet due to injury.


McDaniel: We're back, and we're told we will have no more commercial interuptions!!

Rayne: Good! No one should have to miss out on the blood curdling events of this match!!

Main Event #2
Project X & Phoenix vs. Alex Wilkie & Mark McNasty

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, on guest commentary tonight….The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!!!!

The lights dim to near total darkness, save for four spotlights attached to the rafters that begin flowing over the arena. Smoke begins to fill the ring and a single GONG! Echoes the coming of the pyros! First, they set off on the stage, in succession as they burn a trail down the ramp until they reach the bottom. Then from the four corners of the ring, more pyros explode as the smoke grows thicker. As the mist begins to clear, the arena explodes as the shape of the Soul-Taker; Raizzor, takes form in the middle of the ring. Shooting one fist into the air, the lights blast back on, and Raizzor stands solemnly for a moment, before turning to exit the ring and move to the announcer’s booth, where he slips on a head set.

McDaniel: Welcome, Raizzor.

Raizzor: (in way of a greeting) McDaniel.

Rayne: Hey uh, hi there big man!

Raizzor barely casts a glance Rayne’s way.

Eric Emerson: And now, the contestants! Introducing first, Weighing in at 255lbs and hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, here is the PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, MARK McNASTY!!!!

The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play. Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back. After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience. 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.

Rayne: McNasty, the PWA IC champion!  He got a shot at a key by beating you, as I recall!?

Raizzor: We have established your memory lasts for two weeks, very good.

Rayne: HEY!

McDaniel: Well, as badly as Rayne said it, he did come out on top in your match.

Raizzor: Yes he did.  His continuing comments only serve to prove what an accomplishment it is to best me in that ring.

Eric Emerson: And his tag team partner!! weighing in at 250lbs and hailing from Calgary, Alberta Canada, he is the PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION, ALEX WILKIE!!!

The Opening Bass Rifts rumbles throughout the Arena. Feet shake and walls roll for a good 30 seconds… then the bass fades, followed by the well known opening to “N.I.B” All the lights flash Green and White as Spot lights shine around and around the arena, then focus onto the middle of the stage, there Stands Alex Wilkie with his back to the crowd, he spins around and pulls off his sun glasses, he takes a few steps forward and drops down to one knee, he lifts one hand up in the rockers salute, and behind, White fireworks go off, he gets back up to his feet. Marching down to the ring, slapping some fans hands. He makes it down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope going to the nearest turn buckle. He grins and pulls one of his trademarked T-shirts off and throws it into the crowd. He then hops down shaking out his limbs and turns and demands the mic from Emerson. He brings the microphone to his mouth.

Alex: Cut the music stupid…

The music fades and Alex grins as he circles the ring.

Alex: I’m not here to beat around the bush, and I’m not here to tell you that I’m out here to win tonight… why tell a lie, No I’m out here to destroy Project X and his whiny partner Phoenix.

He looks to Mark.

Alex: This person, right here, is my bad ass partner Mark McNasty, the baddest mother F#@$er this side of the united states. The intercontinental champion, and ass kicker of all things ass kickable…

Mark gives him a weird look and Alex shrugs back.

Alex: Don’t ask me man, they write em’ I read em’!

He looks back out to the crowd.

Alex: Both of us are champions, both of us are masters of our craft, and you’ll all see why tonight when we take on PX and his flunky Phoenix. And I’m pretty confident that you will see both of these big boys going home to cry and maybe eat some eggo waffles. While Me and Mark party it up like rock stars…and I can tell you why, do you all want to know why? Of course you do, because, as being Nasty-ites of McNasty over here, and students of my own… You will all most likely hang on every word we say to you…

There were a few boos, and a couple of cheers, Alex grins a bit.

Alex: You all aren’t sheep, you are just dedicated fans, whoever boo’d is no longer our fans!

The crowd then cheers and claps. No boo’s were heard (and if there was, they were inaudible.)

Alex: Well, since you all want to know! I will tell you why tonight, there is now doubt in the world, that we will win! Mark, the flow chart please!

Mark shrugs.

Alex: Damn! This was the only thing you had to do and you screwed it up!

Mark flips him off and Alex just laughs.

Alex: Well, I can tell you why we won’t lose tonight. Reason number 1, Phoenix, yes yes Phoenix is no push over… or at least he wasn’t until I got to him, Project X’s weakness will be his partner, in one way or another, Raizzor will distract him, and one of us. We’ll pin him to the ring, 1, 2, 3. that’s one reason, and I have two more… which are sure to get both of our opponents blood boiling for sure…

He grins and looks to where the wrestlers come out to the ring.

Alex: Project X, I know a few words that are sure to make you want to kill me, and let this be a warning, if you lose your cool, it will be your downfall, so try not to blow a gasket while I say these things…Ahem!

He pulled out a list from his wrist, that was covered by a sweat band.

Alex: PX, the lottery winner, the loser to Gabe Shelly, the man who falters and crumbles under real competition… Are you sure you can even stand up to PWA’s best right now? The two men who could carry this business through hell fire and brimstone, on our backs?

Mark nods and so does Alex.

Alex: PX, I still stand by what I said, the only reason you got the world title, is because I gave you the key, hell, it could be me or Psycho Sandra holding the title you have right now, and you’d probably be sucking on a soother in the back, whining about how you are the force to be reckoned with, and how your tag team partner sucks…

The Final Countdown by "Europe interrupts Alex Wilkie,  as the arena lights go out and the ADCtron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix then comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring. Alex and McNasty back up, because from the back entrance, Moke Doshky has arrived and slipped into the ring so he can unhook Phoenix. 

Eric Emerson: (Mic back in hand) And now, Introducing their opponents! Currently in the ring, accompanied by Moke Doshky, weighing in at 240lbs and hailing from Orlando, FL by way of St. Louis, MO… The PHOENIX!!!!!!!!

Once Phoenix is out of the harness, he turns towards Wilkie and McNasty… but walks right past them to look down upon the announcer’s table where Raizzor sits.  Apparently, he didn’t much care for what Wilkie had to say, his priorities a bit more streamlined.

McDaniel: That’s one huge man.

Raizzor: All I see is a bird in need of a plucking.

Eric Emerson: And his tag team partner!! Weighing in at 352lbs and hailing from Parts Unknown… he is the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, …PROJECT X!!!!

The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of green strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Spaceman" by Babylon Zoo 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, trying to psych himself up.

Rayne: Looks like he finished his photo op in time!

When the music reaches its peak he bursts forth in a rush of energy and launches his choke slamming arm up into the air as a jet of green pyro launches up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk. As he reaches the ring area, he walks around the ring and goes directly to Raizzor, who stands up.  The two stare holes into each other, with Project X pointing to his title, as if saying not to get involved.  He then slides into the ring.

McDaniel: What was that about?

Raizzor: X apparently likes to show off.

Rayne: It seems you’re quite popular tonight.

Raizzor: Apparently.

Project X grabs the mic from Eric Emerson and turns towards Wilkie and McNasty.

Project X: Now before we go crushing each other’s skulls for these idiot’s amusement…..crowd boos excessively…I wanted to give Wilkie a little present.

Wilkie cocks an eyebrow, as Project X fishes something out from the side of his trunks.  He holds up a key.

Project X: I do believe this key belonged to you once?  The #1 key that opened the safe to the World title I now possess!?  The very key you gloated that you ‘gave’ me? 

Wilkie looks pissed, and Project X laughs as he tosses it to him. Wilkie catches it and then throws it out of the ring.

Project X: Oh well, it’s yours to do with as you please now! After all, I got what I wanted, and you… heh, are the Grizzly Beer Champion! Way to go kid!

Project X tosses the mic out of the ring, while McNasty holds Wilkie back before the four men finally settle to determine who will start the match!

McDaniel: Project X is on a mission to piss every single PWA superstar off.

Raizzor: Over confident, for a man who is PWA champion based on being given the title.

Rayne: Given!? That man has two huge wins here, which is two more then you have.

Raizzor: I only need one to be satisfied.

DING! DING! DING!

Rayne: Looks like Phoenix will be starting things off for his team, against Mark McNasty.

Mark cracks his knuckles as he steers clear of Phoenix, as they circle each other.  The two move in for a lock up, but Mark slips under Phoenix and around to grab him by the waist.  Mark holds tight, but Phoenix rears back with his elbow, and Mark is forced away.  Another lock up and Mark slips under again, getting another lockup from behind.  Phoenix swipes back, but Mark drops to his knees. Phoenix grabs his wrists and pulls them apart and then hits a backwards kick, knocking Mark to the canvas.

McDaniel: Say what you will, but the champ has some moves.

Raizzor: McNasty should stick to quick strikes, against such a large man.

Rayne: Perhaps his confidence is still soaring high considering…..

Raizzor twists his head like a blur and Rayne shuts right up! In the ring, Phoenix turns and grabs Mark by the hair and lifts him up and drives him hard back to the canvas with a neck breaker!  He then delivers two kicks before hoisting Mark up and hits a snap-mare suplex!  Phoenix smiles and tags in Project X!

McDaniel: Quick team work by  the two men, which I wasn’t sure was going to happen.

Raizzor: I will not deny their intelligence in working a good match.

Rayne: Both men know they have to keep McNasty in their corner to prevent a tag to Wilkie!

Project X steps over the top rope, and stalks in after Mark McNasty who is shaking the cobwebs from the unexpected turn of events.  Project X delivers a hard right hand, and then flips McNasty over so he’s sitting up on the canvas.  Project X then bellies his size with a speedy flip over McNasty, wrenching his head forward!

McDaniel: Ouch!

Raizzor: Impressive speed from the big man!

Rayne: Project X wants to showcase his championship skills, and McNasty is going to be the victim!

Dusting his hands off, Project X makes the tag back to Phoenix who picks up McNasty and suplexes him once again.  Phoenix laughs and points towards Alex Wilkie that he’s gonna finish this now.  He picks up McNasty and hoists him into a vertical suplex! However, Mark shifts his weight, lands behind Phoenix and hits a sturdy back-cracker!!  Both men lay  hapless on the canvas for a few, before Mark is able to roll over and reach for his corner. At the same time, Phoenix breaths as he tries to get to his corner and Project X decides to just come in!  The referee runs over, yelling for Project X to get out of the ring just as Mark makes the hot tag to Wilkie!

McDaniel: Hot tag!!! Wilkie’s in!

Raizzor: McNasty needed that!

Rayne: But the ref didn’t see the tag!

Project X shouts that Wilkie’s coming in illegally and the ref is forced to turn to get Wilkie out, as Project X and Phoenix race over and drag McNasty back to the center of the ring!  They swipe McNasty up and send him to the ropes and hit a double flap jack!! McNasty bounces painfully before Project X steps outside the ropes.  Phoenix then immediately tags him in as the ref turns, successfully getting the angry Wilkie back in the corner. 

McDaniel: The champ and Phoenix are working seamlessly together here!

Raizzor: Cheating seems to be their forte, and is very effective.

Rayne: I love it! Pure awesomeness!

Project X drags McNasty to the center of the ring and surprises everyone by going to the top rope! He flies for a leg drop, but McNasty rolls away!  Project X hits hard, rolling in pain!  Phoenix immediately goes to the opposite corner and slips in, yelling for Project X to get up!  X does and then run from opposite ends at Mark!  Mark ducks, and  X and Phoenix wind up clothes lining each other!!

McDaniel: Tactical miscommunication!

Raizzor: Serves him right for trying to execute my move.

Rayne: They gotta get up! McNasty is working his way to his corner!

McNasty turns and crawls over, and the crowd explodes as Alex Wilkie gets the legal tag! Wilkie, fired up, comes in and first clotheslines Project X down, and then spins and hits a second one on Phoenix! A third back on Project X and then a scoop slam on Phoenix!  The crowd roars loudly as Wilkie takes control!

McDaniel: Look at that fire cracker go!

Raizzor: He’s been chained to the corner for a long time!

Rayne: Come on X, Phoenix, get up!!

Wilkie feels the adrenaline peek inside him as he connects next with a belly to belly suplex on Project X, sending the monster who weights 100lbs more than him over and onto the canvas!  Wilkie raises a fist to the crowd for his showmanship, only to get blindsided by Phoenix from behind with a clothesline to the back of the head!

McDaniel: Dammit!

Raizzor: Kid took his eyes off the game and paid for it.

Rayne: That’s what you get for not keeping cool!

Phoenix roars and sends Wilkie to his own corner and goes for a splash, but he doesn’t see McNasty make the tag to Wilkie’s back and then push him out of the way! Phoenix hits the corner with no one there and bounces back.  Mark scurries to the top and comes down with a frog splash on Phoenix.

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Kickout!

McDaniel: CLOSE!

Raizzor: It’s that kind of offensive those two have to maintain, if they hope to get the win.

Rayne: Not going to happen!

Phoenix rises, angrily only for Mark to come in with a kick to the head, turning Phoenix into Alex Wilkie’s grip!  Wilkie takes Phoenix to the corner and climbs and spins, bringing Phoenix crashing down with a bulldog!  Wilkie covers.

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Kickout!

McDaniel: Phoenix is just too powerful!

Raizzor: ROBINSON is high on something, to have that sort of power!

Rayne: Who’s Robinson??

Both Wilkie and McNasty now take control, as the ref tries to order one of them out!  They throw Phoenix to the ropes, but Moke grabs his ankle, stopping him!  Moke pulls Phoenix outside as Wilkie and McNasty come running over!  The ref holds them back, pushing them to the other side and Moke comforts Phoenix, getting his bearings back!  Project X, back to his feet, comes over and demands to know what is going on!

McDaniel: Project X doesn’t seem to appreciate Moke’s presence!

Raizzor: He is not the only one!

Rayne: Still a smart move to get his man, Phoenix, out of harm’s way!

Phoenix assures him all is cool, and slides back into the ring!  The ref finally has McNasty on the apron, and Wilkie runs in, only for Phoenix to duck, turn and hit a back-cracker of his own on Wilkie! Meanwhile, outside the ring, Project X pushes Moke away hard so he can get back in his corner.  Moke, taking exception, pulls Project X down off the apron and gets in his face! The ref sees this, comes over and loudly proclaims that Moke is ejected from ring side!

McDaniel: GOOD! Smart decision by the ref!

Raizzor: Hmmm.

Rayne: What!? What are you thinking!?

Moke screams and yells angrily, as he backs up the ramp and Phoenix can’t believe this just happened! He comes over, screaming at Project X, blaming him for Moke getting ejected!  Project X roars back that Moke was the trouble maker.  Meanwhile, Wilkie struggles to his corner and makes the tag! 

McDaniel: Phoenix and Project X are breaking down as a team!

Raizzor: This is McNasty and Wilkie’s best opportunity!

Rayne: They’ll screw it up, just watch!

Mark races in and drop kicks Phoenix right into Project X!  Project X is thrown off the apron and into the barricade, as Phoenix stumbles back into a back suplex by McNasty!  McNasty floats over for a pin!

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Kickout!

McDaniel: That was very close!

Raizzor: They better not slow down their offensive.

Phoenix really makes McNasty fly off with the kick out and Phoenix slips out of the ring, extremely frustrated!  He grabs the time keeper and throws him to the floor and grabs a steel chair!  He turns, intending to get in the ring with it, but the referee is there, yelling at him not to bring the chair in!

Raizzor: I do believe it’s time for some ‘intervention’.

Raizzor tears off the headphones and comes around the announcers table and rips the chair out of Phoenix’s hands!  Phoenix spins and the two come face to face, nose to nose!

McDaniel: Careful Raizzor, if you hit him, they’ll win by DQ!

Rayne: HIT HIM! HIT HIM!

McDaniel: I’m sorely tempted, I assure you!

Rayne: HUH?

Raizzor doesn’t blink, not once, nor does he make a move!  Phoenix, hearing the count up to eight, cusses at Raizzor and turns and slides into the ring!  Raizzor then turns to come back to the table when Phoenix slides right back out, grabs the chair and wallops Raizzor from behind!

McDaniel: HOLY!!!!

Rayne: YEAH!!! Raizzor’s not part of the match, so no DQ there!

Meanwhile, before the ref can do anything, Project X is back in the ring and hits a lariat clothesline on McNasty!  The ref turns and decides to let the match continue, with Project X now in control! 

McDaniel: The ref is letting this go!

Rayne: Good! More violence! I love it!

Project X picks up McNasty and signals for The Probe, but Wilkie races in and spears Project X in the back of the leg!  X stumbles, and McNasty reaches out and rips Project X’s mask off!

McDaniel: X just got unmasked!

Rayne: Oh No!! 

Project X roars, ducking his face behind his arm, and kicks savagely, forcing McNasty to drop the mask!  Project X swipes it up, and as he slips it back on, McNasty and Wilkie set him up with a double back suplex!  Project X crashes and McNasty floats over for the cover.

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Kickout!

McDaniel: Interesting tactical advantage!!

Rayne: Cheaters, plain and simple!!!  Don’t touch the man’s mask!!!

Meanwhile, outside the ring, Phoenix continues to beat down on Raizzor! He picks the Soul-Taker up and whips him towards the stairs, but Raizzor reverses and Phoenix crashes into, and then over the steel steps!  Raizzor stalks in and grabs him, and the two begin brawling up the ramp!

McDaniel: Raizzor’s taking out the trash!

Rayne: Dude, you need to be unbiased in these matches!!  Come on P-X, kick their butts!!!!

In the ring, McNasty and Wilkie pick up Project X and whip him into the ropes, he bounces off and as both men attempt a team-clothesline, Project X ducks and twists, and catches both men by the throat!

McDaniel: No way, he can't!

Rayne: Just watch him!

However, Project X may be stronger, but the two men together have some weight to them, so X throws Wilkie into the ropes and quickly sends McNasty down with the Probe!  Project X covers fast!

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Wilkie kicks Project X in the head!

McDaniel: Close save by Wilkie!

Project X jumps up and Wilkie answers with a superkick! Project X falls back against the ropes and Wilkie races in. However, Project X ducks and sends Alex Wilkie tumbling to the outside!! He then moves in on Mark McNasty, who is trying to get to his feet, but can't seem to keep himself steady.

Rayne: McNasty looks like he just finished a 5th all by himself!

Project X grabs McNasty again by the throat, and roars as he lifts McNasty for the Probe!  However, Wilkie appears out of no where and spears Project X in the back of the leg another time, as it worked great earlier!! Project X drops McNasty who then uses the last of his energy and hits the Ouch (Spinebuster!) He then races to the ropes and connects with a Rolling Thunder, but Project X gets his knees up! McNasty crashes to the canvas!

McDaniel: McNasty's gonna feel that in the morning!

Rayne: And all through the day!

Wilkie tries to intervene, but Project X hits The Probe!! Wilkie crashes down, and Project X covers!

McDaniel: Wilkie's not the legal man!

Rayne: X just realized!!

Angry, Project X gets up and turns on the referee! The ref clearly states he was pinning the wrong man!  McNasty, back on his feet, slips between the referee and Project X just long enough that while the ref can't see, Wilkie digs deep into the last of his reserves and...hits a LOW BLOW on Project X!!

Rayne: WILKIE CHEATED!!!! Disqualify them!!!!

Project X groans as he bends forward, and McNasty rushes to the far ropes, hits them and uses the momentum and comes back with the Lights Out!! Project X falls and McNasty dives for the cover, hooking the leg!

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3!!

McDaniel: They did it!! McNasty and Wilkie win!!!!

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match! Alex Wilkie and Mark McNasty!!!!

Rayne: They had to cheat, didn't you see, they cheated!!?

McDaniel: Yes, they did!  And they may yet pay for it!! But the tactic worked, they used whatever means necessary to win the match!!

Rayne: I don’t think Project X cares!

Project X, back to his feet and enraged, viciously boots Wilkie in the face, and then picks McNasty up and delivers The Probe!  He stares down at McNasty and Wilkie, and then goes out, grabs the same steel chair from earlier and steps back in the ring! The ref gets in the way, ordering Project X to leave, but the monster merely looks at him like a bug before walloping him with the steel chair!!  Project X then winds up for  a major swing when "In Fate's Hands" - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus blares over the loud speakers and Gabe Shelley races down from the ramp!  He slips in and ducks a chair shot from Project X and then clotheslines the monster over the top rope! Project X lands on his feet, staring a hole up at Gabe! 

Rayne: What the hell is Shelley sticking his nose in this for??  

McDaniel: He is the #1 contender for X's title, so maybe he's staking his claim!

Gabe  has a mic now, and taking a deep breath to get air into his lungs, raises the mic to his lips.

Gabe: X… to paraphrase what Raizzor said to Phoenix last week……..I’ll be seeing YOU, at Genesis!!!

Project X nods his head in approval, as he backs up the stage laughing! 

McDaniel: X doesn't seem to care that Shelley is the #1 contender!

Rayne: That’s gonna be a hell of a match, I can't wait!

In the ring, McNasty comes over and pats Shelley on the back and Wilkie laughs at the poor situation for Project X! X, however, seems totally unfazed as he stands at the top of the ramp, with his title held high over his head!  Unfortunately for him, there's the sound of running foot-steps behind him, as someone goes leaping into the air....

***WHAM-CRSHHHH***

...and something comes crashing down over his head....

Rayne: "WHAT?!"

On the stage, Project X is now laid out face first on the steel platform, as Enika Engel, wearing her PWA Tag-Team Title, stands behind him with a little variation of the 'ole steel-chair... the crowd going mad-crazy.

McDaniel: "What on god's green earth?!  What is that?!"

Rayne: "It looks like she took some light-tubes... and wrapped them and the chair together in barbwire!  Holy shit!  I would say that's a bit overkill, but good lord what an equalizer!  Did you see that glass shatter over his head?!  THAT WAS AWESOME!"

Rayne stops and thinks for a moment...

Rayne: "Now hold on! She promised to leave Project X alone tonight!"

McDaniel: "She promised not to do anything to interfere in his match! The match is over!"

Enika picks up a microphone that was already laid out on the edge of the ramp, from earlier this evening.  She keeps her weapon in hand as Project-X lays there grasping at the back of his bleeding head.

Enika Engel: "Listen here fat ass, I'm telling you this ONE time - you're not gonna -BLEEP- with me.  Period.  You wanna go on some tirade about how you're gonna 'make life hell' for the whole roster or some shit?  Screw that!  You mess with me, and we're gonna keep going through the motions of this song and dance until you're dead.  You got that?  You -BLEEP- with me?  You're getting -BLEEP- 'ed up.  Next week, we're gonna have ourselves a little match though - then you can show the whole world what you're made of - when you face someone who remembers back when you were nothing.  A mere footnote in the grand scheme of things, a nobody.  You hear me?  A f-BLEEP-ing nobody..."

Enika looks down at Project X...

Enika Engel: "Later, chief."

She then kicks him over onto his back, and hocks... proceeding to spit on his mask.  She then forcefully throws the chair (glass shards, barbwire, and all) at his head before brushing off her shoulder in a Jay-Zesque motion.  In the ring the three men clap loudly, showing their approval of what she just did.

McDaniel: "We have to go now!! What will be the ramifications from tonight!!?"

Rayne: "Gabe Shelley, the number one contender! Enika Engel facing the world champion, Project X, next week… Raizzor and Phoenix… no where to be found!Oh, so many questions to be answered!"

McDaniel: "And we’ll have all those answers for you, next week! Good night everyone!!"

Enika takes a few steps back, looks around at the arena, and shoots off a sly grin, a balled fist shot into the air.  "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin carries us off, and to the copyright notice.


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