"A Woman Scorned!"

February 8th, 2008

Live from the Continental Airlines Arena - East Rutherford, NJ

Before Rampage officially begins, we are sent backstage for our first of many segments of the evening.

Smoke billows from a set of soft lips wrapped around a Marlboro Blend No. 27; the new official cigarette of a certain somebody in the PWA.  Her hair is tipped hot pink for the night, to match the unzipped hoodie-jacket she has on, and her eyes sparkle a magnificent green - thanks to the magic of contact lenses.  As the camera pans down, we soon realize that this is the template of Enika Engel, beauty personified.  She sits flat on the floor, outside of the female locker room - choosing not to associate with some of the select 'women' that are held within. 

Rumor has it that Jojo was too drunk to attend tonight's show, so we are in fact monkey-less.  But that's okay... because we've got company...

"What's shakin', enny?"

As Enika's eyes trail up, so too does the camera...

Enika Engel: "Not a damned thing..."

She says, sighing.  Rather uninspired by his presence.  "His", being that of "The Hollywood Kid" Corey Lazarus.

Lazarus: "Look, do you want me to go?  Because I can if..."

She shrugs, and cuts him off.

Enika Engel: "I really don't care, to be honest..."

And doesn't sound too sure.

Lazarus: "Why are you acting like that?  Pissed off about that little thing that went down last week between me your brother?"

Enika Engel: "That for starters, but it's more about me and you."

Lazarus: "There's a me and you now?"

Enika exasperatedly blows.

Enika Engel: "Apparently not."

Corey looks a little confused by it all...

Lazarus: "What are you trying to say?  Because it's all lost on me."

Enika Engel: "I'm saying you were gonna use me."

Apparently Enika isn't paying attention to the camera guy off in the distance, because she doesn't discuss matters like this on television.  This isn't the Kelser Saga of '03, after all.

Lazarus: "How the hell do you figure?!"

Enika Engel: "Because after the first couple times we talked on the phone, you took me out to lunch - right?  And for the most part, it was a nice gesture.  We parted ways, and things were great."

She pauses for a moment.

Enika Engel: "But then... then you called me up later that day and wanted to take me back to your hotel room, obviously to fulfill that little 'i wanna tap that' line you threw out a handful of interviews ago.  I wanted to wait, because I don't just sleep around.  I'm not Misty, I'm not Natasha, I don't just -BLEEP- people for the hell of it.  In fact, I don't, period, unless I'm in a relationship."

She shakes her head.

Enika Engel: "After that day, you never called me again."

She takes another draw off of her cigarette, before snuffing it out on the ground.

Enika Engel: "So is that the only reason you talked to me?  So I could be another 'notch' in the 'ole belt?  So you could throw it in Dustin's face someday?"

Corey laughs out loud, which gets a rather menacing look from Enika... he pops down beside of her, and takes a pack of 27s out of his own pocket, firing one up.

Lazarus: "Look, you're wicked overassuming... my intentions weren't to be dickhead, or use you in any way, shape, or form.  I just figured you were looking for a friend, and maybe someone to give you a little bit of dick - since it seems like ever since you and Dustin broke it off, you've been awfully high strung.  I didn't know you wanted anything more than that..."

Enika looks over to him.  He continues, though.

Lazarus: "I mean, hell, you're one fine piece of work - and you actually keep me interested.  You're not like Emma, or Misty, or Natasha... you've got a presence about you.  I'd like to get to know that a little bit better, hell I owe it to you after the shit I put you through back in the day.  So I'll tell you what..."

He takes a draw.  Enika's all ears...

Lazarus: "How about once we get out of here tonight, I take you out for a couple of drinks?  We'll talk, figure things out, maybe something'll come of it - maybe we'll just become good friends.  Who knows.  But it's something, right?  You dig?"

She ponders for a moment, looking away, and then back towards him, still not really giving him any openings on her feelings about what he just said...

Enika Engel: "I'll think about it..."

She says with a smile.  He returns the gesture, puling his head back.

Lazarus: "Think about it?  How can you refuse free Jägerbomb shots all night long?!  Hey, you've got five minutes or I'm dragging along some random bitch out of the crowd."

He says playfully, as Enika's eyes perk up, and she laughs.

Enika Engel: "Alright, alright... you may've just sold me, Mr. L-A-Z.  Gimme a call once we get out of this hole, and we'll talk about it..."

He smiles and lifts up, leaving the scene and the camera pans magically through the wall to another area backstage, to see Mark McNasty standing in-front of the Rampage sign. Mark has on all his wrestling attire, as well as green tinted, metal frame, sunglasses. He looks quite cocky as he sucks up the pop he gets from the crowd; showing off his pearl white teeth with a wide smile. After a few seconds, he holds his hands out, and makes a shushing noise to get the crowd to quiet down. Mark then begins to talk.

Mark-Lately, things have just been going my way. And, with my little buddy Wilkie in that ring with me, guys like Corey and Kyle just don't stand a chance. I mean, how can they? Just look at last week! Grade A Nastyness, vs Project X and Phoenix.

Mark smirks.

Mark-But in all seriousness, Stevenson and Lazarus are just totally out skilled. The Wilkster and myself are both, former tag champs, former world champ, and have plenty of achievements to boot! Most noticeably, Wilkie was the Last PWA "Whos the Man" winner; and I was the first BWF Grand Slam champ.

McNasty tilts his sunglasses down, and lets a crocked grin *with straight teeth* appear on his face. Mark looks up at the camera with a cocky look.

Mark-See Corey, you think you know how it works, but you don't. But its ok! Because tonight, me and Alex will show you how it really is. The two of us are going to put you and Kyle in your place; and show you that you can't just rush in, and think that you can dominate any and everyone.

Mark smiles.

Mark-The truth is, me and Wilkie have worked too long to get where we are, just to let a cocky attitude with a body attached beat us down.

McNasty pulls the sunglasses off and slides them into a pocket on his pants.

Mark-Funny thing is, I don't see that happening. Me and Wilkie got a fire burning our britches. While You...heh, anyone can see that you just like the limelight and the pay check. And, if you don't start shaping up, and getting your head in the game, both of those could disappear Corey. Think I'm joking? Think I'm clueless?

The evil smirk returns to Mark's face.

Mark-You just keep thinking that.

Mark laughs.

Mark-But, you aren't the only one in this match Corey. Oh no. I'm also graced with the presence of one Kyle Stevenson. Man, this guy is so pitiful, his only win came from beating BOMBERBEN! I mean, that's like beating a rabbit in a spelling bee; It's not something to brag about. And, apperently, Kyle knows this. The boy hardly showed his face this week. Unlike Corey, Kyle seems to understand that his fate is sealed, and he is going to have to chalk yet another one up in the "L" column.

Mark has a smile on his face that speaks almost as loud as his words; showing how confident he is.

Mark-So boys, if you haven't already done so, make sure your wills are all finalized. Because when its time for our match; well, hey, its your funeral.

Mark flashes his trademark smile. He then goes to walk off, but bumps into none other than Gabe Shelley. Gabe has a smile on his face, but Mark's quickly disappears. Gabe holds out his hand.

Gabe-Hey bro, I just wanted to wish you the best of luck in your match tonight and at Genesis. Ah heck, who am I kidding; you don't need luck.

Gabe smirks after his little friendly joke. Mark reaches out and takes Gabe's hand. He shakes visibly hard, and then speaks in a low tone.

Mark-Damn right I don't need luck; I'm Mark McNasty. But I can give you all the luck in the world tonight against Chris Cambell!

Mark lets go of Gabe's hand.

Mark-And as for my match at Genesis; my match, should be the match you're in. It should be me fighting X, Gabe. THAT, is what you should know.

Gabe doesn't seem very happy anymore at this point.

Mark-But unfortunately, President Sommers won't let me have your spot. So, I guess I have to impress the bastard. And, should you manage to beat PX, Gabe...and I do get my shot, you can expect yet another night on your back, with the ref counting,

Mark holds his hand up in Gabe's face. He holds up his fingers as he counts.

Mark-One, two, three.

Mark walks forward, and bumps his shoulder into Gabe's on purpose. This turns Gabe around, and we see him watch McNasty as he walks away; scowl on Gabe's face.
 The scene then cuts to ringside as the pyro goes off for tonight's spectacular event!  The camera pans over the arena, showing the excited fans, eagerly awaiting the first match of the night! At ringside, our staple announcers, Jon McDaniel and Rayne sit on the edge of their seats, just as anxious to get underway!

McDaniel: Rampage comes to you tonight from the Continental Airlines Arena in East Rutherford, NJ!!  We have five main event caliber matches in store for you this evening!

Rayne: Two of them, tag team battles that will give us a peek at Genesis!!  And a one on one war between the current PWA World Champion, Project X, and the little whiff of a lady he pissed off!!

McDaniel: Let's waste no time getting to the action! The first match will decide who goes on to Genesis to challenge for the PWA Television Championship!!

TV Title Contendership Match
Larcen Tyler vs. Jamie Flynn


Eric Emerson:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following match-up is scheduled for one fall and will also decide the number one contender for the PWA Television Title! Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois...

"Main Offender" by The Hives hits the sound system as the crowd doesn't react well to who's coming out. Eight seconds in, we see Larcen Tyler, the "Anti-Star", emerge from the back and pose with his arms out to the crowd. The crowd throws down its rain of boos as he nonchalantly makes his way down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 215 pounds and standing just shy of six feet...

He gets to and goes up the steps and walks on the apron, leaning back with his arm out to the chorus of the song as the pyros spray upward from the ring posts between him.

Eric Emerson: He is the Anti-Star of the PWA...LARCEN TYLER!!!

He enters the ring, going to the nearest corner. He does another arms out pose to the crowd, who is still booing him. He hops down to the mat and prepares.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Seattle, Washington...

"Breathe" by Taproot kicks up as some of the fans rise to their feet, cheering for the man who just emerged from the back. Jamie Flynn makes his way down the rampway, eyes fixated on his opponent.

McDaniel: He certainly got a warmer welcome than Larcen did!

Rayne: Well, what do you expect when you call yourself the "Anti-Star"...

Eric Emerson: He weighs 205 pounds and stands a quarter inch above six feet...he is JAMIE FLYNN!!!

Flynn reaches the ring, sliding in, and never takes his eyes off Larcen. The ref signals for the bell as both wrestlers nod to being ready.

McDaniel: Here we go!


Flynn and Tyler lock horns and Tyler overpowers Flynn for a split second, putting Flynn to one knee. Flynn reverses with a hammerlock and wraps his other arm around the neck of Tyler for a sit-down neckbreaker.

Rayne: Good reversal, I suppose.

McDaniel: It's only just begun!

Flynn throws down a few stomps on Tyler and then goes into the ropes, Flynn comes back with a mini-Senton bomb, but Tyler moves just in time. Flynn crashes and Tyler goes on the assault. He lands short, calculated elbow drops to Flynn's sternum and gets Flynn to his feet. Tyler executes a textbook rollover DDT and goes for a pin.



not even close to a three. Flynn gets his shoulder up.

McDaniel: Almost a near fall there!

Rayne: You gotta be kidding me. Larcen isn't going to put Jamie away that easy.

Larcen gets Jamie up to his feet, but Jamie lands a punch into Larcen's midsection. He gives him another shot, then another. Tyler's now doubled-over and Jamie goes against the ropes and connects with a huge swinging neckbreaker. Not done by a long shot, Jamie springboards off the middle rope connecting with a moonsault and covers.



Shoulder up! Jamie thinks about arguing with the ref, but goes back on the assault.

McDaniel: What a move that was! Jamie sure gets some big air when he comes off the ropes.

Rayne: He keeps it up he's liable to snap something valuable.

McDaniel: It's the risk you take when you wrestle in that style. Jamie gets Larcen up to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Superplex! Good God!

Rayne: What impact!

Flynn makes another cover.



3 -- No! Larcen kicked out at the last possible millisecond.

McDaniel: Flynn is outraged! He thought he had him for sure.

Rayne: Jamie's gotta keep his eyes on Tyler and stop fussing with the ref. Come on now!

Flynn turns toward a standing Tyler and gets bulldozed with a clothesline. Flynn gets back up and gets ran over again with another clothesline. Flynn gets back up one more time and Tyler dropkicks him back down to the mat. Tyler mounts Flynn and delivers lefts and rights to Flynn's face. Tyler is relentless and finishes it off with a headbutt, smashing Flynn's head to the mat. The ref intervenes and gets Tyler off Flynn.

Rayne: That's what I like to see. A good ol' fashioned beatdown.

McDaniel: You'd rather see reckless brawling than actual skill?

Rayne: Yes...yes I would.

Tyler gets Flynn up and whips him into the ropes, Flynn comes back only to be met with a twisting spinebuster. Tyler gets Flynn up again, taunting him and belittling him. Tyler laughs as Flynn says nothing back.

McDaniel: That's just not classy at all.

Rayne: It's funny though!

Tyler goes in for another DDT, but Flynn overpowers him and pushes him off. Flynn says a little something of his own, which angers Tyler. Tyler races toward Flynn, but Flynn back-body drops Tyler out of the ring!

McDaniel: Good God! Did you see that?!

Rayne: Of course I saw it, it happened right in front of us. That had to hurt.

Flynn slides out of the ring and grabs Tyler by the head and smashes him into the ringpost. The referee begins the count.


Flynn smashes Tyler into the ringpost once more and then slams him into the steel steps. Tyler is lying against the steps, his back in pain as Jamie climbs behind him.


Jamie motions to the crowd, grabs Tyler by his head and bulldogs him to the ground below.

McDaniel: Oh man, that will definitely leave a mark.

Rayne: Payback's a...well...you know.


Tyler squirms in pain as Jamie gets him back to his feet.


Jamie slides Tyler into the ring and hops up to the apron, getting into the ring himself. The count stops. Tyler tries to fight back with a few punches on Flynn, but Flynn knocks Tyler down to the mat with a roundhouse.

Jamie gets Tyler up to his feet and knees Tyler in the stomach. He connects with a fisherman's DDT, implanted perfectly.

McDaniel: That's gotta be it! What a move!

Rayne: Wait, he's not done yet. Tyler's still got movement!

Jamie gets to his feet and sees that Tyler is climbing to one knee. He can't believe it himself, but Jamie makes his way to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top rope. Tyler manages to get both knees and tries to climb to his feet. Jamie is waiting patiently, a vicious look on his face. We hear a comment from the crowd....


Tyler climbs to his feet and turns only to see Jamie back-flipping in midair and crashing down on him. Suicide Devil's Plancha at its best.

McDaniel: Don't say it.


Jamie covers Tyler.





Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, and number one contender for the Television Title, JAMIE FLYNN!

McDaniel: So, it will be Jamie Flynn at Genesis, facing the winner of the next match between champion Gabe Shelley and his challenger, Chris Cambell!

Rayne: No matter who it is, it's gonna be a great match at Genesis!

 A moment from Genesis Four!

McDaniel: T-wolf picks Sandra up once again....he's going for a fisherman’s suplex....BUT NO!!! Sandra with an Enziguri!!!

Rentfro: Sandra locks on an ankle lock...T-wolf is screaming out in pain...he's reaching for the ropes...he's a finger length away...HE GOT IT!!! THE REF SAID HE TOUCHED!!!

McDaniel: T-wolf rolls to the outside with Blaze, and Sandra's going over to talk to Chamelion. Both hop back into the ring almost simultaneously. T-wolf extends his hand...Sandra shakes it, but is ready in case T-wolf tries anything. He doesn't, he shakes and backs up....now that was sportsmanship in the middle of this match! They tie up.....

Rentfro: Look who's coming down the ramp! It’s President Robinson!

McDaniel: Dear lord! He's limping and has a black eye. What the hell happened to him?

Rentfro: He probably was late getting the money to his bookie. Believe me, I know from experience that you need to pay your bookie early and often!

McDaniel: Robinson has hopped up on the ring apron and is yelling at Thunderwolf! T-Wolf is doing his best to ignore him, and Robinson responds by spitting on him! T-Wolf heads toward Robinson, but Robinson grabs T-Wolf's head and jumps off the apron, pulling T-Wolf's throat down hard on the ropes!

Rentfro: That used to be my finishing move!

McDaniel: Thunderwolf turns around clutching his throat and walks right into the Lobotomy! Sandra drops down and covers! 1...2...3! Psycho Sandra retains the title!

The cameras cut to the parking lot, where Matthew "The Virus" Engel is walking towards the rear entrance of the building, his duffel bag over his shoulder with his gear in it and a pair of sunglasses pushed up on his head to get out of his eyes.

Rayne: And we see Matthew Engel arriving now. He and Phoenix are teaming up tonight against Raizzor and Sirus in a preview of Genesis 8, and...

Corey Lazarus blindsides Engel from behind, knocking his sunglasses off of him as Price runs onto the scene, tossing a pair of handcuffs and a bandana to Corey. Lazarus quickly locks Engel's hands behind his back with the cuffs, and then wraps the bandana around Matt's head so that it goes into his mouth, working as a gag.

McDaniel: Of all the low-down, dirty tricks...

Corey places a knee firmly into Matt's lower back, pulling back on the bandana to raise Engel's head up as Lazarus bends over to talk into his ear.

Lazarus: See, Matt, I didn't appreciate what you did last week, pal. I understand your concerns over my flirting with your little sister, but really...she's a big girl now, Matt. She can handle herself. And I racked my brain the last few days, trying to figure out what to do to get this message across to you without you, you know...fighting back at me. And this is what I came up with. You see...

Engel: Mmphmm mmrhmm...

Lazarus: Yeah, see, anything you try to say isn't going to be audible, pal, and there was only two ways I could do that. Either I gag you for a minute, or I break your jaw. And, well, I break your jaw, then you find some way to get to me, and we fight back and forth...and that leads to nowhere but a lot of pain for the both of us, more so for you, and really? I have some bigger fish to fry right now. So you stay out of the business between Enika and myself, you dig?

Corey lets go, the momentum causing Virus to smack his head on the pavement as security runs over to the scene. Price and Corey back away, and then Price tosses the keys to the handcuffs to the circle of security guards around Engel.

TV Title Match
Gabe Shelley vs. Chris Cambell w/ Les Maroon

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Television Championship!  Introducing first, the challenger! Accompanied to the ring by Les Maroon, weighing in at   and hailing from   here is CHRIS CAMBELL!!!!!!

'Sugar Rush' from The Desert Sessions hits and Chris Cambell heads out onto the stage, closely followed by Les Maroon dressed in a black suit with a polo neck sweater. He stops to acknowledge the crowd briefly and then heads down the aisle with Maroon giving him pep talk all the way.

Just before Cambell gets to the ring, Maroon signals for him to stop and they exchange words briefly. Les quickly enters the ring and takes the microphone from Eric Emerson. The music fade's out.

Les Maroon: Ladies and gents! Kids! Teens! Grannies! Fogies! Shelf stackers! Road sweepers! Bramble pickers, trash collectors, shop assistants, burger flippers! Cleaners, junkies, and every day monkeys!

Chris Cambell slowly climbs the stairs and enters the ring. He tests the ropes briefly and then begins loosening his self up in preparation for the match.

Les Maroon: Feast your eyes on this man right here! No longer will you have to tolerate the trashy "wrestling" that this company has to offer! And I use the term "wrestling" very loosely, people! This guy right here is the real deal!! He's not a ten foot side show freak! He's not circus acrobat! He doesn't waste your time with stupid masks or Hollywood pyrotechnics! This right here is wrestling encapsulated into one complete package! Wrestling personified!

Les Maroon: Weighing in at 235lbs! From the district of Bramley Town, England! I give you pure! Wrestling! Gold! Chris Cambell, ladies and gents... and my name is Les Maroon. Thank you for your time.

Les throws the mic back at Emerson and leaves the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, weighing in at 245lbs and hailing from Columbus, Ohio, he is the 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: Shelley looked hyped for this match!

Rayne: This will be, by far his most intense challenge since joining  the PWA!  Cambell has been attuned to taking the title, and Les Maroon could prove to be the difference maker!

McDaniel: That, and Shelley’s focus is split between this match, and his upcoming World Title bout at Genesis!

Rayne: Ha! Split even further with Chamelion lurking in the distance!

The bell rings and both mean tie up. Shelley gives Cambell a dragon screw. Cambell gets right back up and gets another dragon screw. He gets quickly up again and Shelley gives him a hip toss. The crowd starts going wild as Cambell roles out of the ring to slow down Shelley's momentum.

McDaniel: Shelley’s showing why he’s a champion, grounding anything Cambell may have in his arsenal!

Rayne: Proving my ass! He was handed a title!! 

Shelley runs out to get him, but Cambell sees him and slams Shelley into the steps. Cambell tries to slam Shelley into the ring post but Shelley elbows him and slams Cambell into the ring post. Shelley slides Cambell back into the ring, and follows, but Cambell is already up and kicks Shelley when he tries to get up. Cambell throws Shelley into the ropes and goes and for a back drop, but puts his head down to soon. Shelley comes up and dropkicks Cambell right in the head. Shelley runs off the ropes and hits a senton splash on Cambell grunts as if all the air in his body had just escaped him.

McDaniel: Cambell had some offense, but made a rookie mistake lowering his head too soon!

Rayne: Cambell needs to focus better and listen to Maroon more often!

Cambell tries to get up and Shelley hits a jumping side kick. Cambell gets up and punches Shelley. He then grabs him by the head and hits him with a knee lift. He gets him and tries to punch Shelley again, but he is blocked and Shelley gives him a chop to the throat. Cambell starts walking backwards but Shelley hits a crescent kick, sending Cambell into a sitting position, resting against turnbuckle. Shelley raises a fist and goes for a bronco-buster, but Les Maroon pulls Cambell away!

McDaniel: Hey! He’s not supposed to be involved!

Rayne: But that’s the point!  Maroon is the man!!

The referee yells at Maroon, and Les is on the apron yelling back!  While distracted, Cambell somehow ducks Shelley’s clothesline attempt and connects with the Cabbaged Type B!  Cambell covers, not realizing Maroon has the ref distracted!  Just then to the shock of the crowd, Project X races out, slides into the ring and picks Cambell up and delivers the Probe!!  He rolls Shelley on top of Cambell!

McDaniel: What the hell!!!

Rayne: Ok, NOW I’m confused!!! What is Project X doing, assisting Shelley of all people!!

McDaniel: My only guess is that he wants Shelley to defend the TV title at the PPV, and be less than 100% for the main event!

Rayne: AHHHH!

Project X slides back out and slams the apron, trying to get the ref to turn! Maroon, seeing what happened, points that PX is out there and the referee now turns and is over, yelling for PX to leave! Project X backs up the ramp, seemingly pleased before his body language turns to shock and rage as behind the ref, Maroon has entered the ring and puts Cambell over Shelley and scrambles out!  The ref turns, sees the pin attempt and drops…




McDaniel: What a travesty!!

Rayne: This turned into an outside interference match!  Project X with the probe, Maroon with the smart switch!! Ha, Maroon comes through for his man, Cambell!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW PWA Television Champion, CHRIS CAMBELL!!!!!!

McDaniel: Shelley loses his Television Title, but has a chance to capture the PWA World Title against Project X in one week!

Rayne: With his luck? I wouldn’t count on it!!

McDaniel: I have more faith in him then you do!  But we have to move on to the next match!

A moment from Genesis Six!



Rentfro: Good...Laz still has a chance...

Duncan looks to the referee angrily while from amongst the ruins of the table on the outside, Nemesis emerges, and rolls back into the ring. Duncan sees Nemesis and proceeds to run over and lock Nemesis in the House of Riches! Nemesis screams in pain, but the pain only lasts a few seconds before Lazarus comes over and dropkicks the face of Aries, causing Duncan to break the hold. Lazarus picks up Nemesis and tries for a body slam, but Nemesis counters with a knee to the gut and then hooks up Laz, nailing him with a gut buster. Nemesis then picks up Laz again and nails him with a straight brain buster, before picking him up a third time and nailing him with the Russian Neck Drop called The Tough Break!


Rentfro: COREY NO!

Nemesis doesn't stop there however, taking it upon himself to climb to the top rope and nail Lazarus with the Last Sun Drop! Nemesis then goes for the cover...


Duncan saves the match by attacking Nemesis with an axe handle to the back of his head. Duncan rolls out of the ring, grabbing Nemesis by the leg and dragging him out with him, as Riley comes over and grabs Lazarus. Riley climbs up on the middle turnbuckle and sets up Lazarus for a Tornado DDT, but Lazarus counters with a shot to the gut, and then lifts Riley into position.

McDaniel: He's not going to...

Rentfro: YEAH BABY!

Corey nails the Mercury Driver off the top rope on Tommy Riley, eliciting more holy shit chants from the crowd.


Lazarus slowly goes over for the cover...


Duncan tries to roll into the ring...


Nemesis holds him and stops him from doing so




Rentfro: HE DID IT!


Wynes: Here is your winner...and the NEW HIC TEMPEST CHAMPION...COREY LAZARUS!

The scene cuts to backstage, Alex Wilkie is on screen, walking to the ring, tights on, and Grizzly Beer title belt slung around his shoulder. From the side comes Toshi Yang, former BWF reporter now turned PWA.

Toshi: “Alex, can I get a word with you?”

Alex: “Um.. Last time we talked was way back in BWF when you apparently thought I was ragging on women…”

Toshi: “Oh, I’m totally over that now, I just wanted to ask you what you think of tonight’s match!”

Alex: “What I think?”

Alex pulls the Grizzly beer title off his shoulders and scratches his chin, and then he grins, slinging the title back onto his shoulder.

Alex: “What do I think? I think I’m stepping into the ring with two punks who have yet to realize who the true talent in this business is. Me and Mark, were on a roll, not only are we successful in the Solo department, but in the tag team… well its like two tornadoes meeting, you get some mutually assured destruction… meaning, Grade A Nastyness is assuring that Lazarus and Stevenson will get demolished tonight… And Stevenson, the strong silent type doesn’t cut it here in the PWA, I’ve fought and bled and sweat to hard for your punk A$$ to try and take this title. If you think you can take this title from my hands… In the words of Judas Priest. “You’ve got another thing coming!”

He flashes a sly grin and pats his title lightly.

Alex: “But don’t let that stop you from trying, I’m only going to knock you back down to the bottom of the mountain and let some other helpless hopeful take a crack at me.”

He looks at his title for a moment then back to Toshi, then to the camera.

Alex: “Honestly… I have to ask, are you worried about what Match stipulation I’m going to make? Heh, it’ll be something fun for real… you’ll love it. But, as I said, I’m not going to tell you, because… The best kind of prize is a SURPISE! Ha-ha! But I’ll give you a hint… you are most likely getting sent home with one of these things after the match… No its not a “Hand Kyle Stevenson the Grizzly beer title…” Something a little bit more brutal… But, I’m still not going to tell you… Anyway, moving right along.. Knowing me I’ll give the entire match away…”

He grins then scratches the top of his head.

Alex: “Moving onto Corey Lazarus… What have I said that hasn’t already been said? You are a wanna-be washed up loser who’s only condolences in your life is that you can call something queer, and always go home to your little love slave Gregory Price who seems to follow you around like a homeless puppy dog. You know who I’m talking about… But really that’s all I got…”

Toshi pulls the Microphone back to her.

Toshi: “Thanks for your time Alex, I really appreciate it.”

Alex: “Oh its no problem. I think I know how you can re-pay me.”

Toshi: “Eww! You have a girlfriend!”

Alex gives her a weird look and says.

Alex: “Buy me a coffee…Sheesh.”

Alex walks off screen, title in hand.

Toshi watched him a huge blush on her face, Rampage faded as it went to commercial.

Preview of GB and IC Title Matches next week!
Mark McNasty & Alex Wilkie vs. Kyle Stevenson & Corey Lazarus

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Hailing from Atlanta Georgia, and Calgary, Alberta Canada respectively, they weigh in at a total of 505 pounds, and standing at 6'3 and 6'1, they are the team of "Grade A" Alex Wilkie, and "Big Nasty" Mark McNasty; GRADE A NASTYNESS!

“N.I.B” by Ozzy Osbourne and Primus begins to blare in the arena as the fans jump to their feet. Cheers erupt from the crowd as out from the back runs Alex Wilkie and Mark McNasty, titles around their waists. Both men stop at the top of the ramp; Wilkie on the right, Mark on the left. Mark then points to the right, and Wilkie to the left; getting a large pop. The two then smirk at each other, before rubbing their titles. After this, the two high five, and begin walking down the ramp to the ring.

McDaniel: Very unusual that the champions come out first.

Rayne: They might just want to show Stevenson and Lazarus that they aren't scared. BUT YOU KNOW THEY ARE!

Rayne laughs in an obnoxious way as McDaniel looks up with a "why me?" look on his face. As McNasty and Wilkie reach the ring, they vault onto the apron, and go through the ropes. The duo then run to opposite corners, and jump onto the turnbuckles. As they again point to the crowd, they again get a nice pop.

McDaniel: These two are certainly over here in Jersey.

Rayne: Well, that’s cause Nasty is east coast, while Corey and Kyle are west coast. Jersey's gotta represent.

McDaniel: ...what the hell did you just say?

McNasty and Wilkie finally make their way to a corner.

Eric Emerson: And now, their opponents! Introducing first, hailing from Huntington Beach, California, weighting in at 225, and standing at 6'5, 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: Stevenson kept to himself this week. Will that hurt his team tonight?

Rayne: You mean, will being a bitch backfire? I'd think so.

McDaniel: You don't even know what objective means, do you?

Rayne: Sure I do. It's your goal for each level on Call of Duty 4.

An old fashioned, black and white film countdown rolls, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.



A blast of pyro kills the lights, save for a single spotlight on the entrance curtain. A familiar trio of drumrolls blast over the PA system, followed by a basslines playing a familiar tune.

McDaniel: Gee, I wonder who THIS could be...

The guitars chug along as Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" begins to come into its full glory. Clips of Hollywood landmarks - Hollywood Hills, the Brown Derby, various studios - display themselves on the ADCTron, the main lick of the song being played as slow-motion clips of Corey Lazarus in action - his first PWA run, in the LWF, in HiC, in the DRWF - play.

Rayne: How did President Sommers get the rights to all of that footage from other companies? I can understand the LWF and HiC footage, but what about companies that had never been affiliated with the AOWF?

McDaniel: From what I've heard backstage, Corey Lazarus bought the rights to any footage involving him from any company he's ever worked for. It's apparently a clause in any contract he signs.

Mist pours from behind the entrance curtain, and the song reaches its 27-second mark, signalling the emergence of Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price. Lazarus is without his trademark silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, his attire consisting of a pair of silver tights with "L-A-Z" written on the back. A white towel hangs over his shoulder, a bottle of Aquafina in his hand, and Price chomps away on his stick of gum, brushing dust off the sleeve of his black-with-grey-pinstripes suit.


Eric Emerson: Introducing, at this time...


Lazarus and Price survey the audience as the spotlight shines bright on them, and then begin walking down the ramp. Lazarus slaps a sign out of a fan's hand that reads "THE L-A-Z S-U-X," giving them the bird afterwards, and then poses for a snapshot with Price by the ringside photographer.


Corey hops up on the ring apron, his back to the crowd, and then slingshots himself over the top rope, tumbling to a crouching position as he looks over at Stevenson.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, and standing at 6-foot-1...


McDaniel: Lazarus does LOVE this extended entrance, folks.

Rayne: Hey, if you make the company you work for as much money as Laz does? You'd be able to take your time doing it too.

The bridge of the song plays as Corey gets to his feet, only to drop to a knee in the center of the ring, his head bowed and a fist placed on the mat.

Eric Emerson: From Hollywood, California...


Price gets up on the ring apron, shoo'ing the referee and Stevenson out of the corner.

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


Corey bobs his head to the beat of the drums as they lead to the end of the chorus...


...and then jumps to his feet, his arms outstretched as he slowly spins around, facing each section of the crowd.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!!!

"In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" dies down as Corey backs to his corner, Price rubbing his hands together as Corey reaches the turnbuckles. Gregory rubs Corey's shoulder as the lights come back to their full glory, and the ref comes over to pat Corey down for any foreign objects. Lazarus takes a sip of Aquafina, and then spits it out into the ref's face, chuckling over it as Stevenson rolls his eyes.

McDaniel: That's so rude...

Rayne: And yet he doesn't care...interesting...

Stevenson wonders over to Lazarus in his corner, while we see Wilkie and McNasty standing on the apron in their corner, discussing strategy. Wilkie and McNasty high five, before Wilkie jumps into the ring. On the other side, Corey Lazarus decides he will begin. The two look at each other, and Corey smirks as he removes his sunglasses, and hands them to Price; who is on the apron. As Price gets down, the bell rings. The two run at each other, and Wilkie goes for a big boot. Corey dodges to the side though, and as Wilkie runs past, Corey hits a low roundhouse to Wilkie's right knee. Wilkie stumbles foreword, and lands on his left foot. Lazarus comes from behind, and hooks Wilkie for the Sleeper hold Slam. BUT, as Corey lifts Wilkie up, Wilkie wraps his left leg around Corey's. Distracted, Wilkie elbows Corey in the face, before grabbing him around the neck and connecting with a stunner.

McDaniel: Nice reversal!

Rayne: Not just any reversal; that's a CLASSIC Grade A Stunner, you whipper snapper you.

Corey snaps up and stumbles back a few feet. Wilkie jumps to his feet, and goes for a clothesline. However, Corey ducks, and when Wilkie turns to look, Corey takes the offensive this time, and nails a Spinning wheel kick right to the side of Wilkie's head.

Rayne: Uh DAMNNN!

Wilkie is knocked on his butt by this move, and Corey doesn't let up as he runs straight at Wilkie and hits him in the chest with a soccer kick. The force of the hit echoes through the arena.


In the corner, McNasty covers his eyes right before Wilkie gets kicked. Corey looks down at Wilkie, and seems pleased as he strolls back to his corner, and tags in Stevenson. Stevenson jumps into the ring, and runs at Wilkie. He goes for a stiff elbow drop, but Wilkie rolls out of the way. Wilkie uses his momentum to almost jump to his knees, before goes for a forearm smash. But, Stevenson gets his forearm up and blocks. He then uses his free arm to push Wilkie away, so he can get to his feet. But, Wilkie keeps rolling, and hops to his feet at the ropes. The two then stand across the ring, staring at the other. Stevenson makes the first move, going for his trademark spear, but Wilkie throws himself to the mat, causing Stevenson to jump. unfortunately for him, he is running at Wilkie's corner, and Mark McNasty grabs the top rope before falling to the apron. Stevenson flies over the rope to the floor.

Rayne: He just crashed and burned!

A small gasp echoes through the audience as Stevenson rolls from his momentum. In the ring, Alex stands, and holds his chest. He lifts up his shirt, and a couple inch long yellow mark is on his chest from the soccer kick that Lazarus delivered. Lazarus is shown in the corner smirking about it, and Wilkie just gives him the finger. Alex then just walks over to his corner, and tags McNasty. Mark holds up an arm, getting a quick pop, before jumping down. He grabs Stevenson, who is on all fours, and drags him to his feet. McNasty then does a circular spin for momentum, before going to throw Stevenson in the ring. But, Stevenson puts his hands out, blocking this. He then back elbows Mark in the face. Stevenson then puts his hands on the back of Mark's head, and slams it into the apron. Another grown from the audience. Stevenson now goes to throw Mark into the ring, but he gets his foot up onto the apron. Stevenson looks over at McNasty, and he nails Stevenson with a hard forearm to the face. Stevenson stumbles backwards as McNasty holds up a hand, and waves his finger back and forth, in a manner that says "no." Mark checks his nose to see if it’s bleeding, and smirks when he sees it is not. Mark runs at Stevenson, and slams him into the metal pole in the corner. As Stevenson walks out and holds his back, McNasty grabs him and finally throws him into the ring. McNasty rolls in after, and picks up Stevenson. McNasty throws him to the ropes, and when Stevenson comes back, McNasty gets a high knee. After this Mark nails a face buster. Mark then hops back to his feet, and drives an elbow down onto the back of Stevenson's head.

McDaniel: McNasty seems to be on a roll.

McNasty looks out to the crowd and smiles, before walking over to the turnbuckle. He climbs up, and smirks to the crowd, ONE MORE TIME. He then points over to Alex who claps for him. However, as Mark is looking at Wilkie, Lazarus comes over to about the middle of the rope, and starts wiggling it back and forth violently. McNasty's eyes get big as he leans forward, and does a flip, landing on his back a few inches from Stevenson.

McDaniel: DAMNIT! That was cheap!

Rayne: No, cheap is how much McNasty charges. Are you watching this guy? He's an attention whore!

Wilkie starts slamming the turnbuckle in his corner, as McNasty tries to roll over, only to fall back to the mat. Kyle seems to have taken advantage of the breather, and is back on his knees. He sees McNasty in front of him, and he instantly grabs McNasty, and rolls into the center of the ring, before hooking the dragon sleeper!

McDaniel: Smart by Kyle Stevenson. He saw an opening, and grabbed it.

Corey Lazarus seems quite content in the corner, watching his Genesis opponent get taken down a peg. While in the other corner, Alex Wilkie looks frustrated. After a few seconds, Corey calls from the corner for the ref to check McNasty. The ref walks over and lifts his arm; it falls. The ref stands and yells "1." He then goes down, and lifts McNasty’s arm again, but it doesn't fall this time. So, Stevenson lets go with one arm, and nails McNasty in the back of the head with an elbow. As McNasty rolls out of his grip onto his stomach, Stevenson turns to his corner as he hears a whistle. He sees Corey holding his arm out. Stevenson looks down at McNasty, and kicks him hard in the gut, before walking over to Corey, and tagging him in. Corey walks over to McNasty, and rolls him over, before grabbing his arm, and hooking the Triangle Choke.

McDaniel: And it’s a different move, but it’s the same effect. Even if these two don't like each other, they are working together very well.

McNasty's face is turning red from all the abuse. His eyes are starting to swell.

McDaniel: If Mark doesn't think fast, this could be it!

Someway, somehow, Mark does think fast though. The hand that Corey is holding up, Mark starts wiggling. Corey looks at it, and just tightens his legs. But, Mark turns his hand over, and suddenly, grabs hold of Corey's chest. Mark then uses his index finger, and thumb, to squeeze! Corey's expression changes from that of a man thinking, to a man wondering the hell!


McDaniel:...no wonder we're getting kicked off NBC.

Corey keeps the hold on, but uses his arms to swat at Mark's hand. But, Mark is like a crab with a vice grip. Corey is finally flustered enough, he releases his hold, and kicks at Mark. Mark lets go, and rolls for the edge of the ring. Corey tries not to let him get out, and reaches down to grab Mark. He pulls him to his feet, and pulls Mark towards him. Corey then goes for a Roaring Elbow. BUT, Mark ducks, and quickly spins Corey around. Mark then lunges with a head butt, and connects, dazing Corey. Unaware, Corey is close enough to Stevenson, that he tags himself in. As Mark turns, Stevenson comes in, and grabs the weary Mark's Shoulder. But, Mark throws it off, and shoves Stevenson into Corey. The two bump heads, giving Mark just enough time to make it back to his corner for the hot tag! The crowd erupts as Alex Wilkie comes flying into the ring. Wilkie runs to Corey and Kyle's corner, and nails Corey with a big boot. The crowd is going nuts as Kyle throws a punch at Alex, and he blocks it.


Alex then nails three punches before throwing Kyle to the ropes. When he comes back, Alex nails another big boot. He throws his arms in the air to celebrate, and as he turns, he gets slammed in the face by a Running Superkick!


Lazarus has a proud look on his face as the ref comes over and yells at him to get out of the ring. Corey smiles as he backs up to the ropes, and goes through the middle. In the ring, Wilkie sits up and shakes the cobwebs out of his head. He looks over at Stevenson, who already on his knees.

McDaniel: And with all the time that has passed, we are pretty much back to the beginning of this match.

Wilkie puts a wobbly foot out, and stands. He walks over to Kyle, and grabs him by the hair, but Kyle drives an elbow into Wilkie's gut. He then jumps up, and nails a fame-asser like move. Stevenson rolls Wilkie over, and covers.




Rayne: CLOSE!

McNasty is just getting to his feet in his corner, still wiped out from Kyle and Corey's assault earlier. Kyle stands and reaches down. He grabs Wilkie by the long hair, and drags him up to his feet. Kyle then throws Wilkie to the corner, HARD. As Wilkie comes stumbling out, Kyle smirks, before running for his trademark spear. But, Wilkie side steps Stevenson, and grabs him by the hair and uses Kyle’s own momentum against him. Wilkie throws Stevenson into the corner, shoulder first. As Stevenson slumps to his feet, Wilkie runs at him, and nails his Grade A Sting! As Stevenson stumbles forward, Wilkie grabs him, and nails the Grade A Stunner!


Wilkie covers.


2/Break up!

Lazarus is in the ring, and he stomps on Wilkie. But, He's taken down as McNasty comes from the corner and hits a clothesline. McNasty goes to rolls Corey out with his foot, but Corey grabs it, and twists. This send McNasty rolling out of the ring. Corey stands up, back in his corner. Back in the middle of the ring, Wilkie crawls over to Kyle. Kyle surprises everyone though when he lunges for Wilkie, and rolls him into a small package!




Wilkie throws Stevenson off him. Wilkie goes to stand, but Stevenson rolls as he lands. As Wilkie gets to his feet, Kyle FINALLY nails his spear! Wilkie lands with a force that could give him whiplash! Kyle pins.



McNasty dives back into the ring and dives onto Stevenson, breaking up the pin.

Corey comes into the ring to get McNasty, but McNasty catches him with a drop toe hold. Corey slams his face, but Kyle comes from behind McNasty before he can do anything, and his him with a forearm to the back of the head.

McDaniel: This is quickly becoming a brawl!

Behind Stevenson, Alex sits up, and shakes his head. He looks angry.

Kyle drags McNasty up, but Wilkie nails Kyle in the back of the head with a dropkick! Kyle drops McNasty and Wilkie dives on top of Kyle, nailing hard punches. McNasty sees Lazarus, and rolls him out of the ring. McNasty quickly walks over to Wilkie, and whispers something in his ear. We see Wilkie suddenly have a wicked look on his face, as he nods at McNasty. Wilkie slams his arm into Stevenson's head one more time, before the two pull Stevenson to his feet. Wilkie then turns and walks to the center of the ring, and gets down on one knee. He then holds another out. As he does this, McNasty sets Kyle up for a powerbomb.

Rayne: This looks like it could be painful.

McNasty lifts Kyle up, and sets him up for a razors edge style powerbomb. Wilkie screams "DO IT", and McNasty smiles before yelling, "OKAY!" McNasty slams Stevenson down with the powerbomb, onto Wilkie's knee! The crowd groans as Stevenson goes limp in the ring. Wilkie throws himself on Stevenson, while McNasty slides out of the ring, and grabs Lazarus's foot.



Corey kicks McNasty in the face.

3!/Corey slams into Wilkie.

Rayne: NO!

McDaniel: Denied!

Rayne gives McDaniel an evil glare.


Eric Emerson: Your winners, Alex Wilkie and Mark McNasty; Grade A Nastyness!

A moment from Genesis Seven!

Draven barely kicks out, but it is enough to leave Raizzor in shock. Frustrated, his pulls a now lifeless Draven to his feet, and sets him up for the Final Exam. He nails it, but does not go for the pin. Raizzor stands and motions to the ringside crew, who flips the switch. Loud buzzing is heard as the walls are again pumped full of electricity. He pulls Draven up, and whips him into the wall. Again, Draven sticks and convulses violently.

Daemon is screaming at several men with PWA SECURITY t-shirts, who are at a loss for what to do. She continues pointing at the scene, and eventually pulls out her cell phone, making a call as she watches with horror what’s happening to her brother.

The crew flips the switch off, and this time, Raizzor catches Draven as he's falling back, flipping him over and nailing another Tombstone Shoulder breaker. The crowd is deafening as Raizzor makes the cover.




McDaniel: It’s over! It’s all over!

Raizzor raises to his feet, and hoists Draven up over his shoulders. He motions to the crew and they flip another switch causing all four doors in the bottom section to swing open. He carries a lifeless Erik Draven through the doors to the outside.

Raizzor makes it a mere feet from the Tomb when Draven slips down behind him, landing on one knee. As Raizzor turns, Draven rises up, gripping him by the throat and lifting him up, choke slamming him onto the concrete ground...it's all Draven had left in him, as both men now lay unconscious on the floor beside one another. Suddenly, from the back, Chamelion comes bursting out, a small pitcher of water in his hand. He rushes down, and splashes the water in Raizzor's face, reviving his Brother. He helps him to his feet, and the together, the two slide the massive stone lid from the tomb. Raizzor pulls Draven to his feet, puts him in position and drops him into the tomb with a massive, bone crushing Last Ride power bomb!!

Rentfro: Now that’s what you call family love!

McDaniel: This has become sickening, how can Chamelion do that to a man??

Rentfro: Are you kidding me?? I’m surprised he hasn’t done more!

Raizzor climbs over into the tomb, placing a boot over Draven's chest...the ref makes the count...



2 3/4...


Quickly, Raizzor hops out and, with all his strength, heaves the massive lid back over the tomb, sealing Draven up and Ending the match.

The Ref calls for the bell!



McDaniel: It’s over! It’s finally over!

Rentfro: I don’t believe it!

McDaniel: After five years, Raizzor has put the final nail in the coffin of Erik Draven!

We come back from commercial break and find Matthew Engel stalking down a hallway. He reaches door after door after door, not satisfied. Finally, after a long search, he finds a door that reads "COREY LAZARUS". He looks into the camera and smiles.

VIRUS: Get ready.

He knocks, using unexpected manners. Corey flings the door open, looking bruised and battered from his match, expecting somebody else, but is entirely surprised.

VIRUS: Miss me?

Before Corey can even answer, Matt lays into him with a few punches to the ribs and face. Corey responds by kneeing Matt in the stomach and throwing him to the ground. Matt gets up right away and half-spears Corey into the locker room wall. Corey's head flings back against the wall and Matt rams his shoulder into the midsection of Corey a few times.

Corey drops Matt down to the floor with a double axe handle to the back, then connects with a knee to the face. Corey gets Matt up and throws him into the locker room door. Corey runs at him but...


Matt dodges at the last second and Corey slams into the door. Matt gets on the offensive as security shows up just in time. Three men pull Matt off of Corey as two other men restrain Corey from going after Matt. Matt and Corey are cursing and yelling at each other, taunting each other relentlessly. More security shows up to restrain the two as we fade to the ring...

McDaniel: It's now time for the first of our two main events of the evening!!!

Project X vs Enika Engel

The opening guitar riff to "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin cuts in, which cues a few swirling pink lights from the stage - no pyro's, no bullshit.

At the eleven-second break mark, Enika Engel steps out from behind the curtain to something of a mixed reaction.  Sure, a few people recognized her - but this was her first solo match, and they didn't know what to expect.  Her 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 booty shorts with the name "Firefly across the back of them, black fingerless mesh gloves, and lastly a pair of pink, w/ white fur, ankle boots.  She looks out to the crowd - a smile drawn from ear to ear - as she takes a few seconds to let it all sink in.

### You my friend, you're a lot like them...###
### But I caught your lie, and you know I did... ###

As soon as the opening verse kicks in, she makes her way down the entrance ramp...

### Now I'm lost in you... ###
### Like I always do... ###

She keeps going until she reaches the bottom, her eyes now taken away from the fans, and aimed down towards the ring, she pauses for a moment....

### And I'll die to win... ###
Because I'm born to lose!###

As soon as the chorus gets ready to kick in, small pink blasts of pyro begin firing behind her, unfortunately her budget wasn't that big her first match in...

### Firefly! ###

She throws her head back (thus removing the hood from her head and in turn revealing a white skull cap underneath) and sways her shoulders before throwing a balled fist into the air, cueing a few more blasts of pink from behind her.  The ring announcer drowns out the lyrics...

Eric Emerson: "Hailing from Charleston, West Virginia - she is The FIREFLY.... ENIKAAA... ENGGGELLLL!!!!"

A few hops from foot to foot, in the style of the main who brought her into this sport.

McDaniel: "She looks primed and ready to take on the big man... any predictions on this one?"

Rayne: "Enika's got a nice little win streak going - but honestly, I don't know if she can handle the size difference.  It's not like she's gonna be able to pick him up and slam him or anything..."

Could you shine your light?###
### Now I learn your ways, 'cause they're just like mine.

She quickly makes her way from the bottom of the ramp, to the ring apron itself...

### Now I'm justified,  ###
As I Fall In Line ###

Which leads to her non-chalantly lifting herself up and rolling under the bottom rope, before springing back to her feet via kip-up.

### And it's hard to try  ###
When they're open wide! ###

She goes to the bottom set of ropes, and leans over, pointing to a few of her friends in the front row - giving them and the camera man a bright, white, gorgeous smile.  She soon retreats to her corner and awaits Project X.

Rayne: "This match right here, could be something special, and....

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. When the music reaches it's peak he bursts forth in a rush of energy and launches his chokeslamming arm up into the air as a jet of green pyro launches up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk....

Eric Emerson: "Hailing from...."

...as soon as he reaches the end of the ramp, Enika breaks her usual character mold in terms of style - and goes running towards the ropes, springing to the top, before diving sky high, and landing with an arm around X's neck, flattening him straight to the floor with a front face DDT.

Rayne: "Holy shit!  She didn't waste anytime!"

...the impact takes it's toll on her back, but the adrenaline is enough to keep her going.  Using ALL of her strength, she drags X over to the apron, and props him on the middle rope...


McDaniel: "Looks like we're about to get things underway here..."

She's not giving up on the high flyer thing, as she immediately hops to the top turnbuckle, and comes diving down with a double-foot stomp - which X manages to weave away from, underneath the rope.  Enika catches herself and rolls back into the middle of the ring as the big man makes his way in... she decides to try and end things early by whipping into the ropes... a springboard and...

Rayne: "Come on, say it with me... ANTE...oh gawd!"

She comes flying off with that round-house kick, but X knew what was coming - which leads to him catching a leg and pushing her face first to the ground with brutal force.  He lets out a growl as she crawls over to the ropes, in pain.

Rayne: "See!  I knew it!  She's not gonna be able to take the pain!"

Enika pulls herself up though and immediately goes charging in - ducking a clothesline, she grits her teeth and lets out a growl of her own...

Enika Engel: "AUGHHH!!!"

Enika bounces off the turnbuckles and goes diving at him, spinning...

McDaniel: "Look out!"

And knocks him the fuck back, into the ropes - with a roaring elbow!

Rayne: "She nailed him with the Fake Sound of Progress!  He's seeing stars!"

She doesn't waste anymore time, and bounces off the ropes again... dropkicking him in the knee, buckling him against the ropes, where he falls to a single knee.

McDaniel: "Enika showing some quick resiliency here!"

She goes running in yet again, and hops off of Project X's knee... smashing him in the mask with her own; a shining wizard for the ages.  He falls towards the corner.

Rayne: "He's down!  Project X is face down!"

McDaniel: "She needs to go for the pin!"

She goes to the top rope again, throwing up a middle finger towards Project X in the process... she rips off her jacket and throws it to the ground...

McDaniel: "Off comes some clothes!  She means business!"

She lips some words to firefly, "walk away, walk away..." and comes diving down with her legs held high, before finally pushing them down hard into Project X's spine - a double-foot stomp, to make up for the oone she missed earlier.

McDaniel: "Standing on the Rooftops!"

Rayne: "Cover him, ass!"

She does, rolling him over...







Rookie mistake, she didn't pull a leg up.  And despite the pain he's in, Project X explodes her off of him, literally bench pressing her into the air and flinging her off.  She pushes to her feet, but so does he... she goes for a spear, but gets a boot to the head for all of her efforts....

McDaniel: "That could've been the difference maker..."

He follows up with a pin...



But cuts it short as he lifts her head up off the ground, and slamming it back down....





And a kick out!

McDaniel: "She's not ready to say die just yet..."

Before she can get to her feet, X plants her back down with a dropping knee.  He then lifts her back up, on his terms, and whips her into the ropes... catching her with a a Scrapbuster-style slam...

Rayne: "The crop circle... that's gotta be it!"

McDaniel: "They're busting out the big guns left and right, not even trying to really work a match!  He's going for the pin!  You could be right, this could be it!"









McDaniel: "Still not ready to say die!"

X, frustrated, pounds the mat and starts choking her... the ref starts the count....





He breaks the hold.  And then lifts up, just long enough to drop a leg across her throat.  He covers again....







Rayne: "No way!"

McDaniel: "Yep... she's fighting it."

He lifts her up one more time, socking her in the stomach with a hard blow... he then tucks her head... lifts her up onto his shoulders... spins... sit-out powerbomb...

McDaniel: "That's it!  She's done!"










Rayne: "How is she doing that?!"

McDaniel: "She's an Engel..."

He goes to lift her up again, but she manages to crawl between his legs, and then roll back as hard as she can, putting all of her body-weight into it - forcing him to haphazardly fall back, and into a school boy pin attempt...








Rayne: "So close!"

Enika rolls away as quick as she can as X gets to his feet.  She's favoring her back and head, but she tells him to bring it anyway.  He comes running in with a shoulder block, which she ducks... tripping him head first into the bottom rope...

Rayne: "There she goes to the turnbuckle AGAIN!"

McDaniel: "What's it gonna be this time?

She pulls out another high angle, stomp down, double-foot stomp, this time onto an arch backed, which causes his neck to snap back violently...

McDaniel: "Standing on the Rooftops!  AGAIN!"

Rayne: "She's not done, either!"

She pulls his legs up, and locks them in for a cloverleaf.... but holds it into the air, forcing him onto his hands.  Wiggling like a fish, she manages to get him in the center of the ring.

Rayne: "She's going for the finish here!  Black Holes and Revelations!"

She tightens the hold...


She's got him locked, and the ref asks him if he wants to tap.... he doesn't...

Rayne: "He's gonna fight it!  Thatta boy!"

With his last bit of energy, he scrambles for the ropes, and manages to get the hold broke... Enika falls backwards to catch her breathe for a second... Project X finishes pushing himself to the outside....

McDaniel: "Both of them going to catch there breathe now... better not take too long, the ref's gonna count him out...

X pulls something out from under the ring... Enika manages to stand up... and walks over towards the ropes...


As X leaped to the ropes, he hit her with a violent shot of....

Rayne: "...the same weapon Enika had last week!  A light-tube encased chair, wrapped in barbwire!"


The ref calls for the bell and Enika falls back violently, her forehead cut to pieces.

Eric Emerson: "Your winner... by Disqualification... ENIKA... ENGELLLLLLLLL!!!!"

Rayne: "Enika wins the match.... but look at her face!  Hahaha...."

McDaniel: "Oh god.... we're gonna need some help out here..."

X Crawls into the ring... and somehow Enika, with a last ditch attempt, stands up...


But is soon seated, and knocked out cold - as Project X slams the chair across the top of her head.

McDaniel: "Someone needs to get out here... he's going to kill her with that thing!"

He slams the chair to the ground... and motions for a chokeslam...


X grabs Enika's lifeless body by the throat, and pulls her to her feet.  He's holding dead-weight as she goes to crumple...

McDaniel: "Don't do this X... come on!"

He lifts her in the air, high above him, one-handed....

McDaniel: "No!  No! NO!"

And chokeslams her hard onto the chair, the barbs tearing into her back.  Of course, she's out... but the damage is done.  He stands over her laughing...

McDaniel: "He's still looking to... wait a minute!"

"In Fate's Hands" - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.  It kicks up loud over the PA, which gets a mass-effect from the crowd, sending them into a cheering frenzy.

Rayne: "Oh great, here comes Gabe Shelley to save the day!"

Shelley slides into the ring and immediately begins brawling with Project X...

McDaniel: "Look at them go!   Left, right, left, X is down!"

Rayne: "... and right back up!  Now he's getting in the offense!"

McDaniel: "He boots Shelley down... but Shelley rolls over and misses a hard stomp from Project X!"

Rayne: "He's back to his feet now, and here they go again!"

Shelley starts to get the upper-hand, but X nuts him with a vicious knee...

McDaniel: "He can't even fight fair!"

Rayne: "He's a monster, he doesn't have to!"

Project X grabs him by the throat... and lifts him into the air... Chokeslam!

Rayne: "THE PROBE!!!  HE'S DONE!!!"

McDaniel: "Oh god... now X is stalking over Enika again... can anyone save her?"

Project X smiles.... and looks down at the mess he's caused... a voice casts out from the PA-system...

"Perhaps you had better start from the beginning."

(The intro 30 Seconds to Mars "Attack" plays, but just for a second, as it's replaced by a short clip of "After The Flesh" by My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult, notably the theme of the group that nearly killed the PWA, The Masters of Armageddon...)

"Perhaps you had better start from the beginning."

Rayne: "What in the..."

(The lights dim out, just a bit...)

"Hide Your Face, Forever..."

("Open Your Eyes" by Guano Apes, the old Exit Music theme... brought on by static, overrides "After the Flesh".)


(The house-lights meld into dimly lit, deep turquoise-blue color...)

McDaniel: "No.... -BLEEP-ing way... NO WAY!!!  THIS CAN'T BE WHO I THINK IT IS!!!"

"I Am The Way of The Future..."

Rayne: "Who is it then?!"

("After the Flesh" and "Open Your Eyes" alternate back and forth... 19 seconds into the song, the intro to "In the Air Tonight" - The Nonpoint cover, kicks into play, the sprinkler system in the scaffolds comes to life, as the sound of rain pouring down picks up with "In the Air Tonight", giving off the illusion of rain....)

"I Can Feel It... Comin' in the Air Tonight... Oh Lord..."

("Now or Never".  Dope.  It's all coming together now as the fans spring to their feet.)

Rayne & McDaniel: "THUNDERWOLFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!"

(An AOWF, and PWA legend in his own right - Thunderwolf steps out from behind the curtain.  The beat of his entrance music, which he hasn't heard in ages... has him pumped up.  Instead of his usual antics though, he slowly walks to the ring.  His eyes are hidden behind a pair of Ray-Bans, and his face is expressionless.  He's shirtless, and in a pair of baggy, beige cargo pants.  A white skull cap on his head, and nike sneakers on his feet.  And a Hurt Styk in his right hand.  He means business.)

McDaniel: "Ladies and Gentleman, it's Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser!  I... I thought he was retired?!   His match with Cole at NoA, he no showed it, he fell from grace... what is going on?!?!?!"

Rayne: "I'll tell you what's going on, he's back!"

McDaniel: "Yeah, but why?!"

(He slides into the ring... Project X doesn't dare come towards him.  Instead they stare at each other, Project X is confused by it for a moment... but Thunderwolf knows the reasoning.)

Rayne: "Kick his ass, Thundie!"

McDaniel: "I thought you were on X's side?"

Rayne: "That's THUNDERWOLF though!  COME ON!"

(The lights stay dimmed.  The staredown continues... Project X mouths something to him about "You wanna fight?", which Thunderwolf ignores.  X starts towards him - but wolf swings the bat out, the nail through the end of it pointed right towards X's skull.  X takes a few steps back... and is ready for a fight.  Instead Thunderwolf walks over to the downed Enika and Gabe Shelley...)

Rayne: "What is going on?!"

(Thunderwolf leans down, and pulls Enika gently away from the barbs of the chair, and puts her over his shoulder.  He dares X to come at him, his face still motionless, letting his bat do the talking....)

McDaniel: "Coming to save his Ex-Fiance?!"

Rayne: "Who would know..."

(Thunderwolf walks the length of the ring, not uttering a word.  He simply lets Enika down easy, looking over his shoulder at X, and then rolls out of the ring.  He hoists Enika back up onto his shoulder... and walks up the entry way... his music never having died.)

Rayne: "Now what?!"

(As soon a Thunderwolf goes behind the curtain, the music stops and the lights come back on.)    

McDaniel: That was almost eerie!

Rayne: But oh so f'ing cool!

Security is now at ringside, forcing Project X to leave and attending to Gabe Shelley before going to commercial.

Preview of Tag Team Title and Marquee Matches next week!
Team Supreme (Raizzor & Sirus) vs. Phoenix & Matthew ‘Virus’ Engel

Rayne: Oh yeah! This is it!!

McDaniel: The heat between Phoenix and Raizzor has been boiling for five long years!  While not as dramatic as Raizzor’s long standing feud with Draven, it is in fact a war that has been festering nearly just as long, and with consequences as dire.

Eric Emerson: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is our Tag-Team main event!  Introducing first, from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda and weighing in at 220lbs!  Here is Matthew ‘The Virus’ Engel!!!

Dream Theater's "Never Enough" kicks up on the sound system as Matthew "Virus" Engel emerges from backstage, looking pissed still from the earlier confrontation with Corey Lazarus!. The hard riffs of the guitar and pulsating effects of the drums can't get over the crowd as Matt makes his way down to the ramp. Green and gold pyros go off behind him. He ignores the fans, his vision focused on the ring, as he reaches the apron and slides into the ring. He takes off his jacket, dress shirt, and tie to reveal a white muscle shirt.

McDaniel: I hope Engel will be focused, after what just happened backstage!

Rayne: Virus is ALWAYS focused!!!

Eric Emerson: And his tag team partner, being accompanied by Moke Doshky, weighing in at 240lbs and hailing from Orlando, Florida, here is The PHOENIX!!!!

The Final Countdown by "Europe" begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron 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.  Moke is there to unhook Phoenix and take the harness away.  Phoenix then cracks his neck and turns towards the entrance.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada and weighing in at 234lbs, he is SIRUS MORAN!!!!!

'More Human than Human' plays over the speakers. On the ADCtron is a clip of Sirus standing in a hallway holding onto 'Al' and waving to all of the nice people. He comes out onto the stage and smiles while being genuinely happy to be here and his aura proves it. He runs and jumps up and down the aisle. He brings 'Al' along with him to the ring, waving him in the air and greeting and high fiving as many fans as possible. He slides into the ring, tells 'Al' to behave and sets him up in the corner but out of harm’s way.

Eric Emerson: And his tag team partner!  From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 285lbs…he is 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, glaring at Phoenix and Engel who have exited to outside the ring!

McDaniel: Now that’s an entrance!

Rayne: Just a show, nothing more!!

McDaniel: Seems to be effective from what I can say!  Anyway, all the men are back in the ring and it seems that Sirus and Matthew Engel will be starting the match!

Rayne: This is going to be fun!!


Sirus Moran and Matthew Engel come face to face in the center of the ring.  Matthew is blunt, promising Sirus he will not win the tag titles at Genesis, where as Sirus tries to invite him and his family over for Grizzly Beer after the show.  Matthew sighs, accepting you just don’t get through to the man and tries a different  tactic, that of a right hand!  Sirus blocks and delivers one of his own, staggering and surprising Engel.  The two then lock up and Sirus gains control with a headlock, and then floats behind into a hammerlock.  Engel bends down, around and reverses the move, hoisting Sirus’ arm up behind him, wrenching it harder.  Sirus taps his shoulder twice, before reversing it again, applying the same tactic on Engel.  Engel then ducks, twists and flips over to take the pressure off his arm, but Sirus immediately drives him to the canvas with a textbook clothesline!

McDaniel: Classic wrestling moves from both men, as they try to feel each other out!

Rayne: Sirus forgot that the two once clashed before, and it could cost him for not paying closer attention!

Engel shakes his head, and gets to his knees, giving Sirus a nod of respect.  Sirus in turn, claps for Engel and offers his hand to help Engel up.  Engel waves him off, instead getting up on his own.  In the corner, Phoenix yells for Engel to tear Sirus Moran’s head off, but Engel ignores him.  In the other corner, Raizzor does something rather unusual for him, and gives Phoenix the finger.  Phoenix, angry, tries to come in and it distracts the ref.  Sirus and Engel have locked up and Sirus drags Engel to his corner, tagging Raizzor, as he holds Engel’s arm out.  Raizzor slips in, mounts the second turnbuckle and comes crashing down on Engel’s arm with an elbow!  Raizzor then locks Engel up into an arm bar, while the ref finally gets Phoenix out! The ref turns, sees the change of men, and both Sirus and Raizzor assure him of the tag.  Raizzor wrenches the arm bar more, and Engel pushes Raizzor to the ropes.  Raizzor changes the move and whips Engel across the ring.  Engel bounces off as Raizzor drops to the canvas, with Engel floating over.  As Engel bounces off the other side, Raizzor zips to his feet and hits a hip toss on Engel.  Engel bounces up and comes at Raizzor, who sends him down with another hip toss!  Engel, again is up and this time Raizzor sends him face first with a drop hold toe hold to the mat.  Raizzor slips over and secures Engel with a headlock, staring darkly at Phoenix!

McDaniel: Now Raizzor is putting on a clinic, showing Engel he hasn’t lost any speed or power over the years.

Rayne: What a show off!

Engel pushes hard, and Raizzor puts his heels down on the canvas and leads Engel to their feet.  Engel drives an elbow into Raizzor’s gut, and forces Raizzor to release the hold.  Engel goes for his corner, but Raizzor grabs him by the hair and *WHAM* Engel is on his back!  Raizzor stalks over, and tags Sirus in.  Sirus comes at Engel, but Engel nips up and delivers a strong drop kick, Sending Sirus crashing on his back!  Engel then swoops Sirus up and executes a perfect vertical suplex, holding Sirus up over his head for a full five seconds!  Once Sirus is down, Engel jumps up and back down with a leg drop, and then rolls to his feet and adds two elbow drops!  Engel finally rolls to his corner and tags in Phoenix!!

McDaniel: Engel nails down Sirus, giving Phoenix an opening!

Rayne: Now we’re gonna see some real violence!!

Phoenix rushes in and begins to deliver stomp after stomp on Sirus!  He scoops Sirus up and rakes his eyes, earning a reprimand from the referee!  Phoenix then knees Sirus in the gut, and follows up with a swinging neck breaker!  Phoenix goes for the cover.




McDaniel: Phoenix wants to end this early!! Perhaps he wants to avoid a confrontation with Raizzor!

Rayne: No way man!  He wants to prove how strong he is by quickly eliminating Sirus!

Phoenix curses and pulls Sirus up by the hair, but Sirus lifts his arms up, breaking Phoenix’s grip and swings, connecting with a right! Phoenix swings back with a left! Back and forth, three times each before Phoenix drives another knee into Sirus’ gut, and then takes him into a headlock!  Phoenix then executes a running bulldog, rolls on top of Sirus and flips Raizzor off as the ref counts.




McDaniel: A bit non-chalant with that cover, taking too much focus on cursing Raizzor instead!

Rayne: He just has the upper hand and knows it!

Phoenix, back to his feet, whips Sirus into his corner, and puts a foot to Sirus’ throat as he tags Engel back in!  Engel slips through the ropes and orders Phoenix out so he can take over.  Phoenix gives him a dark stare as he lets go.  Engel hits two perfect elbows to Sirus, and then pulls him out of the corner and locks him up for another vertical suplex.  Sirus however, floats over and lands behind Engel and goes for a belly to back suplex in return.  Engel locks his foot inside of Sirus’ and another elbow causes Sirus to let go!  Engel twists and kicks Sirus in the upper gut and then drives him down with a DDT! Engel tries a quick cover.



Shoulder up!

McDaniel: Engel means to end this quickly, and show Sirus why he’s a tag champion!

Rayne: It’s Sirus vs. The Virus!!  …why does that sound so familiar???

Engel, shaking his head, brings Sirus up and whips him to the ropes!  Sirus bounces off and ducks Engel’s attempted clothesline!  Sirus comes back from the other side and flies, taking Engel down with a splash!  Sirus then stands and does a back flip, landing on Engel!




McDaniel: Like him or not, Sirus has quite the repertoire of moves!

Rayne: I am not a fan!

Sirus is up, bringing Engel with him and sends him back down with a powerbomb!  Sirus tries for the cover, but Phoenix comes in and breaks it up!  Phoenix then ignores the referee, forcing Raizzor to come in and all hell breaks loose, as all four men battle it out in the middle of the ring!  Raizzor whips Phoenix into the ropes, but Phoenix reverses it, and when Raizzor bounces off the ropes, he comes back with a flying clothesline, sending Phoenix tumbling outside the ring!  At the same time, Sirus leap frogs Engel who grabs the ropes and turns, only for Sirus to send him out to the floor next to Phoenix with a clothesline!

McDaniel: Team Supreme cleans up the ring!

Rayne: What happened to being un-biased!!?

McDaniel: I’m just stating a fact for our listening audience!

Phoenix and Engel then collaborate as they take a moment to catch their breath, and Raizzor and Sirus each mount a corner to fire up the arena!  Back on the canvas, Sirus and Raizzor confer for a moment before Sirus slips into the corner, and Engel takes up residence on his side…..and Phoenix walks up the steps and into the ring, and the fans are on their feet as Raizzor and Phoenix now stand in the ring officially for the first time in six years!

McDaniel: It’s showtime!!

Rayne: Everyone has been waiting for this! Genesis comes early!!!

Both men walk to the center and Phoenix stares up into Raizzor’s eyes, showing no fear.  He begins jaw jabbing the silent Soul-Taker, mocking him and promising him terrible pain!  Raizzor suddenly lashes out and catches Phoenix by the throat!  Phoenix struggles for a moment, before launching a stiff kick to Raizzor’s lower gut!  Raizzor breaks the hold and Phoenix hits the ropes and hits a shoulder block on Raizzor, who barely moves!  Phoenix again runs to the ropes, and drives his shoulder a second time into Raizzor, who stumbles one foot back!  Phoenix, stomping his feet in frustration, goes again to the ropes, and comes back, this time ducking under Raizzor and comes up on the other side and hits a standing drop kick!  Raizzor is sent forward three steps before turning and Phoenix successfully sends him down the canvas with another drop kick!

McDaniel: Four power moves to take the big man down!

Rayne: The point being, Phoenix put Raizzor DOWN!!

Phoenix raises his fist, gloating, but Raizzor immediately sits up and Phoenix’s smile turns to rage! They rush in and lock up, much to the delight of the fans, and Raizzor secures an arm bar, twists Phoenix and grabs him by the face and throws him down! Raizzor keeps the arm bar applied and Phoenix nips back up an twists, taking hold of Raizzor’s arm and flipping Raizzor onto the canvas!  Phoenix gloats as he holds Raizzor down, but Raizzor uses his strength and throws Phoenix over him to the canvas!  Raizzor rises up and as Phoenix jumps up and comes at the Soul-Taker, Raizzor hips tosses him and drops for a cover.




McDaniel: Close! I didn’t expect these two to actually wrestle!

Rayne: It’s a feeling out process, I bet!  They both know not to rush in blindly, or they’ll make a critical error!

McDaniel: Impressive deduction, there!

Both men are up, Raizzor hits the ropes and shoulder blocks Phoenix down and goes for another cover.



Kickout hard!

McDaniel: Raizzor can’t get the pinfall with these small covers, but he can make Phoenix expend energy trying to kick out!

Rayne: I gotta admit that’s a good tactic.

Both up yet again, but this time Phoenix takes the advantage and sends Raizzor down with a headlock and pins his shoulders.



Shoulder up.

McDaniel: A wear down move that can result in a pin if Raizzor isn’t careful.

Rayne: Oh, how humiliating it would be to be pinned that way!

Phoenix grinds the hold around Raizzor’s head, squeezing for all he’s worth.  Raizzor twists, sending Phoenix onto his back.



McDaniel: A reversal to the hold! Almost a three count! Hold on! I'm getting word from the back that Enika Engel is now responding to the emergency crew... and we're gonna cut back there away from the action in the ring for just a second..."

We fade to the back...

Enika, hostile, is trying her damnedest to get up off the stretcher.  She's a screaming mess...

Enika Engel: "WHERE DID HE GO?!"

EMT Member: "Who, ma'am?"

Enika Engel: "God-BLEEP-it you know who!  DUSTIN!  WHERE DID HE GO?!"

She's notably shaking...

EMT Member: "The man who brought you back here?"

Enika Engel: "YES!  Where is he?  Is he okay?!  I know he brought me back here, that's when I started to..."

He cuts her off...

EMT Member: "Ma'am, he took off right after he made sure you were alright... now I need you to lay back..."

She does, in pain.

Enika Engel: "Please, sir, have someone look for him..."

She's confused, and needs answers...

But we fade back to the ring. With Phoenix still lying on top of Raizzor with the headlock still applied.  Raizzor gets back to his feet, still locked in Phoenix’s hold and pushes Phoenix to the corner.  The ref is there, demanding Phoenix breaks the headlock.  Phoenix regretfully does, expecting Raizzor to back off, but the Soul-Taker drives a vicious elbow once, twice into Phoenix’s gut!  The ref again orders the break, but Raizzor instead turns sharply on the ref, driving the official back!  As Raizzor turns, Phoenix launches out with a vicious clothesline, sending the big man down onto his back!

McDaniel: Raizzor took his eye off the ball!

Rayne: So much for his focus!

Phoenix kicks him repeatedly before making the tag to Engel!  Both men then whip Raizzor into the ropes and sends him down with a double clothesline!  Now, Engel takes control, pulling Raizzor up and sends him reeling into the ropes, and catches him with a tilt-a-while back breaker! Engel hooks the leg!






McDaniel: Close! One of Engel’s more popular moves!

Rayne: He’s aiming to finish the job once and for all!

Engel then moves to the corner and props himself on the second rope and comes down with a hard elbow!  Another cover.


Shoulder up!

McDaniel: Not a long count that time!

Rayne: Raizzor is getting his strength back, Engel has to increase his offensive!

Engel smirks and drags Raizzor to his feet and quickly executes a fisherman’s DDT!!




McDaniel: You can bet Raizzor is losing a lot of energy in trying to keep from being held down for three!

Rayne: Engel is a technical master in that ring!

Engel dusts his hands off, returns to the corner and climbs! He measures and aims and jumps, going for a 450 splash, but Raizzor gets his knees up and Engel crashes painfully! Raizzor struggles back to his feet, as Engel holds his back in pain, and as Engel turns, Raizzor catches him by the throat and sends Engel down with a choke slam!  Raizzor barely let’s Engel settle from the impact before he swoops him back up, turns him over for the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!  Engel however, wiggles with desperation and turns it over, locking Raizzor into a Tombstone, but Raizzor reverses yet again, lands on his feet and drives Engel into the canvas with the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!



Phoenix rushes in and kicks Raizzor off Engel!

McDaniel: CLOSE!! Phoenix with the save!

Rayne: How did Raizzor come back and do that!!?

Enraged, Raizzor is up and swiftly chases Phoenix out of the ring!  Raizzor turns and seeing Engel down, goes to the corner and climbs.  As Raizzor is perched to deliver the Guillotine Leg Drop, Moke Doshky jumps on the apron, distracting Raizzor.  Sirus comes over and shoves Moke down, as Raizzor climbs down to the floor and gets into Moke’s face.  The ref however, is telling Sirus to get back to his corner, and this allows Phoenix to rush up behind and slam Raizzor right into Moke, who uses his mighty size and strength to crush Raizzor onto the floor!  While Sirus is trying to alert the ref of the evil doings, both men go to town on Raizzor, obliterating him for almost twenty full seconds!  Finally Moke shoves Raizzor into the ring, who is now bloodied and battered!  Phoenix returns to his corner, pleased as Sirus stomps on the apron, trying to get Raizzor back into the game!

McDaniel: The double team effort has paid off, and Raizzor is bloodied!

Rayne: That was great!! Now it’s academic!

Engel, his senses back, sees Raizzor in the beaten condition and turns a raised eyebrow at Phoenix.  Phoenix smirks and points for Engel to finish the job!  Engel shrugs and turns towards the corner, he runs and leaps onto the turnbuckle, his back to Raizzor, and leaps off with a double-corkscrew, while somersaulting, and lands a perfectly aligned splash!  Phoenix in the corner shoots his arm up to count as the ref drops.







Thre/shoulder up!!

McDaniel: NO!! Raizzor kicked out!

Rayne: HOW THE BLOODY HELL!!!!!!??????

Engel can’t believe it!  He looks at the bloodied face of Raizzor, whose eyes are glazed over from the previous attack, but the monster of a man just won’t go down!  Engel shakes his head, astonished and stands over Raizzor, watching the man try to move towards the corner where Sirus is waiting impatiently!  Engel scratches the back of his head a couple times and then picks Raizzor up and measures him and goes for a super kick!!  Raizzor though, drops his head and Engel’s momentum sends him past Raizzor!  Raizzor shakily turns, but Engel is quick as lightning and this time DOES hit the super kick!  However, the change in direction and Engel’s almost auto-pilot like reflexes, sends Raizzor crashing right into his corner, where Sirus slaps Raizzor’s shoulder and the ref signals the tag!

McDaniel: I don’t know if that was Raizzor’s plan, but changing direction allowed him to fall into his corner!

Rayne: Lucky break, that’s all it is!!

Engel curses but goes right for Sirus, who ducks and turns and delivers a short clothesline on Engel!  Engel staggers back up and Sirus hooks him up and quickly delivers the Nameless Knock out!!  Sirus covers!





Thre/Phoenix crashes down on Sirus, knocking him off, and this brings a dazed Raizzor back into the mix! 

McDaniel: Phoenix makes the timely save, or this match would have been over!

Rayne: It’s bedlam in the ring now! Go guys, go!!!

Raizzor plows into Phoenix, sending them both crashing to the outside!  Sirus stands, holding the back of his head, as Engel also wobbles to his own two feet.  Sirus goes for the Wrong Hand of Doom, but Engel twists his body and comes behind Sirus and hits a drop-kick, sending Sirus into the corner where he knocks his head against the turn post and falls backwards!  Engel scrambles to the corner and executes his Split-legged moonsault on Sirus!







McDaniel: CLOSE!! That was more like two and three quarters!

Rayne: Engel has done all he can, but Sirus and Raizzor have just enough to keep their shoulders off the canvas!! Damn!

Outside the ring, Raizzor and Phoenix continue to duke it out, keeping the ref’s attention fully on them as he tries to get them back to their corners!  As that happens, Engel has Sirus up and wobbly, and locks him up! Moke, suddenly gets into the ring, and tells Engel to hold Sirus! Engel shouts he needs no help, but Moke doesn’t listen and comes barreling in!  Engel tries to hold Sirus, giving up on explaining anything to the dolt, but Sirus ducks and Moke crashes full tilt into Engel!  Sirus, behind Moke, drop kicks the big man out of the ring! 

McDaniel: HUGE mistake!!!

Rayne: Engel didn’t want that lumbering idiot helping him!!!  Someone buy the man a brain cell!!!

Sirus then decides enough is enough, grabs Engel who is down and locks him up and executes the Cherche la Vache!  Sirus goes for the cover, yelling for the referee’s attention!  The ref gives up on the carnage outside and drops for the count…




Suddenly the ref is dragged outside the ring by….

McDaniel: THE DRAGON?????? What the hell is he doing here!!??

Rayne: COOL!!!!!! Phoenix strikes again!!!!!!

The Dragon clotheslines the referee down, knocking him unconscious!  He then slides in and as Sirus stands, connects with a devastating jackknife powerbomb!!  Dragon then pulls Engel on top of Sirus and then slides out and while Raizzor is focused on Phoenix and a now down and out Moke!  Dragon comes up behind Raizzor and drop kicks him into the steel corner!  Now it is Dragon and Phoenix teaming up to devastate the Soul-Taker!!

McDaniel: Raizzor couldn’t deal with Moke and Phoenix before, and now the Dragon, one of the most skilled veterans of the PWA has joined the mix!

Rayne: Its tombstone time for the Soul-Taker!!

Inside the ring, Engel is groggy on top of Sirus as another referee comes racing out and slides fast into the ring! 








Thre/Shoulder up!

McDaniel: Sirus got his shoulder up!

Rayne: How?? How is he still going??

Engel is on his knees, partly shocked at the kick out and partly unsure what happened!  The Dragon, Phoenix and the recovered Moke have Raizzor up the ramp, taking turns punishing the big man, and basically forgetting about the match entirely.  The three men get Raizzor up on the ramp and move him at their will to the edge.  Phoenix orders Moke to send Raizzor over the edge of the stage, and Moke rushes in!  Raizzor suddenly comes alive and with what may be the last of his energy, back body drops Moke over the side, crashing into the buffet table at ringside!!!

McDaniel: HOLY ……….

Rayne: ……..SHIT!!!!! censor that, FCC!!!!

Phoenix and Dragon curse and go at Raizzor, who comes alive and battles back, sending both men backwards with vicious jabs!  Raizzor catches the Dragon by the throat and right on the ramp, hits a choke slam!  The distraction is enough that Phoenix is able to clobber Raizzor and send him right into the Dacron’s metal risers!  Raizzor bounces off and Phoenix hits a belly to belly suplex onto the metal stage!!  Phoenix then throws Raizzor through the entrance area and both men disappear yet again, leaving the Dragon and Moke for ‘dead’!  The arena has been alive with Holy Shits for the last thirty seconds from the carnage!!

McDaniel: I think their war just went nuclear!

Rayne: Dragon, Moke and Phoenix!!! Raizzor won’t stand a chance in the end!!! HA HA!

Back in the ring, the new ref has been counting to nine before both Sirus and Engel struggle up to their feet. Engel gets in a shot, and then a suplex and a float over.




McDaniel: Engel still has the focus to keep control!

Rayne: It’s almost over, I can feel it! Sirus is going down!

Engel goes to the corner, hops up and measures, coming down with a solid elbow! 




McDaniel: He’s wearing Sirus down!

Rayne: Do it now, Engel, finish him!

McDaniel: This is NOT Mortal Kombat!!

Engel, thinking he has Sirus down good, climbs back up in the corner and again goes for the Euthanasia!

McDaniel: This is it!

Rayne: YES, YES!!

However, Sirus rolls out of the way, and Engel hits nothing but canvas!!  Engel, amazingly, is up even before Sirus and his temper gets the better of him, as he swings and connects with two lefts!!  Sirus staggers, and Engel swings for a third, but Sirus catches him!! Sirus then locks him up, hits four head butts and sends Engel into the ropes!  Engel comes off and Sirus delivers the Nameless knockout!!! Sirus Covers, hooking the leg!!






McDaniel: SIRUS WINS!!!

Rayne: NO! How the hell…..??? NO NO!!!!!!!!!!

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, Raizzor and Sirus Moran, TEAM SUPREME!!

In the ring, the ref holds Sirus’ hand up, declaring him the winner! Matthew Engel is back to his feet, shaking his head to get his senses back, and stares at Sirus, trying to get a grip on what just happened.  Sirus turns and offers a hand shake to Engel, but Engel backs out of the ring, heading up the ramp, with an almost unperceivable look on his face.  Sirus shrugs and picks up ‘Al’ and celebrates in the ring with the fans roaring support at ringside!

McDaniel: That’s going to make for an interesting tag match at Genesis!

Rayne: Sirus gets the momentum for his team, but this is only going to prompt Engel to push himself, along with Enika to work their asses off.  Sirus may have stirred the pot and put him and Randall out of contention!

McDaniel: That could be, but there's a week to go before the biggest PPV of the year!!  Everyone, Genesis 8: Infinity is around the corner, and we hope to see you all there!!!  Good night!

(C) PWA 2008