The following takes place before Rampage airs:

 

We fade in on a stark, prison gray hallway. Ai Mei walks up to the guard post with her paperwork in hand. We see through the window as the uniformed officer returns a phone reciever to it's cradel and comes out, approaching her.

Officer: Miss Montrose? We were informed that you were here for prisoner number 58986. I just spoke with the guards on his block and he is being bought to a holding cell.

Montrose: I should hope so. I had been told by the warden and members of the parole board that this was going to go without a hitch. That was weeks ago and it's been more than a week since I was supposed to have been able to see Mr. Frost.

the head Guard shrugs.

All I know is what they tell me in the morning meetings Ma'am. But Beurocracy is everywhere. I'm sure things just got lost in the shuffle. Actually I'm surprised from what you have told me that this is happening now. You are lucky because things don't usually happen so quickly around here.

Ai Mei shakes head at the situation and after proper procedures, long after actually, she is finally led into a room with a plain desk in the center flanked by two chairs. A prison guard follows he into the room and stands at the ready at the side of the exit door as she approaches the nearest chair and sits down.

Officer: Are you certain that you wish to go through with this Miss Montrose. Prisoner 58986 is not exactly what one would consider a model prisoner.

Montrose: I assure you officer, I am quite certain. I understand the risks involved and have already read, reread and signed all of the waivers that were required of me by the Prison Commision and the State of New York.

The Guard nods and speaks into his walkie.

Officer: Very well, Ma'am. I just find it odd that Montrose Alternative Therapies would send someone of your ... stature to collect and process a dangerous criminal such as prisoner 58986.

Ai Mei raises one eyebrow as she turns to look at the guard.

Montose: Believe me Officer ... Jenkins was it? I am not as fragile and helpless as you may believe me to be. I am completely qualified to handle this man. And do not call him Prisoner 58986 again in my presence. He has a proper name. It's Deacon Frost.

Her barely raised voice conveys her displeasure at the guard's actions enough that we see the man twinge just a bit in reaction.

Officer: Yes Ma'am.

After a few moments the door on the opposite wall opens and a guard enters followed by a massive man in chains and shackles. He is immediatly followed by another guard with who is prodding him forward with the business end of an assualt rifle.

The monster of a man is directed to sit down and when he finally does the first guard runs his chains through two heavy rings on the chair arms and locks them down.

Ai Mei Montrose stares at the guards untill they retreat a smal distance and stand at the ready position. She then turns to look at the man shackled in front of her.

Montrose: Deacon ... It has been a while since we last met. Do you remember who I am?

After a long pause where the man does not respond, the guard with the gunsteps forward and hits him across the back with the weapon.

Guard 2:"The Lady asked you a Question! Speak Boy!"

Frost: Am I supposed to

Montrose: Perhaps not, High Impact Competition was quite a long time back and my voice is much improved since them. No thanks to you and Bronx Williams.

Frost: The price you pay to play the game...isn't that what they say?

Ai Mei reaches into her tailored suit jacket and pulls out a piece of paper and sharpie marker. As she lays the pper on the desk between them we get a glimpse of the remnant of deep puncture scars on both of her wrists. From the back of the left one is a tattoo of a metal spike that extends down toward her elbow.

Montrose: Some of us have paid quite a bit in our pursuit of our past time.

Frost: At least you can still walk free. I on the other hand am in here. Locked up because I am too good at what made me a legend. But you are not here to talk about prices and results are you?

Montrose: This, Deacon, is a contract. I have been authorized to offer you a position in a special ... therapy program. One that would include your removal from this facility andentrustment under my supervision during the process. If you are interested.

Frost: First, why would you want me out? Two Why would I want to get out and be under your watch? Three, What exactly does this program involve? You must understand my uneasiness when it comes to this offer...

Ai Mei laughs and nods at Deacon's queries.

Montrose: Honestly Mr. Frost, given your casious attitude at my offer I am not sure if I should be making this offer to you after all. I had been led to believe that you were not only ultra-violent but highly unpredictable. Perhaps I should be speaking with your old partner Bronx rather than yourself.

To answer your questions though: One, Montrose Alternative Therapies Incorperated is ready to begin the trial run of a new therapy program designed to ... reintegrate those with extreem emotional tendencies toward violent behavior. I myself was one of the successful results of the early trials of this process, however more extreem subjects are necessary to properly test the therapies limits, Two ... Because it is the only way we were able to assure the State of New York of the safty of this program. If you do not wish to participate however you can be left here untill the authorities see fit to release you to you own pursuits, And three, The program advocates the healty release of the subjects violent urges in a more socialy acceptable and ... controlled environment. So in your case there will be much opportunity for you to ... excersize your uges in the ring.

Frost looks up and quickly slams his shoulder into the Guard's throat.

Frost: When do we begin?

Both of the other guards level their fire arms at Deacon Frost as the third guard struggles to regain his ability to breath. Ai Mei just smiles and pushes the paper and Sharpie forward enough that Deacon can reach it with his shackeled and chained arms.

Montrose: Just sign at the bottom and we can begin to have your release processed. Oh and sorry about the marker. For some strange reason they would not let me bring a proper pen in here for the contract signing, Apparently they think you are violent or something.

Frost: You mean gentle ol' me?

Ai Mei grins as Deacon signs the contract and allow himself to be jerked from his chair and hustled back to his cell. When he is gon she picks up the contract folds it neatly and puts it back in her inner pocket.. Then as she is about to leave she stops and runs her finger through a splatter of blood left from Deacon's struggle with the guards. Running her finger over her tongue she shudders and smiles as she walks out of the little room.

Fade to black.

 



Melee on Campus

March 7th, 2008

Live on from the Bryce Jordan Center - State College, Pennsylvania


Before Rampage begins, we are sent backstage to a camera crew who are following Project X, the PWA's World Champion, down a hallway
.

Project X stops for a second at a certain door. The door reads COREY LAZARUS. The fans in the arena are rife with suspense. Project X has a note in his hands and the camera focuses in on it.

Urgent: I need to talk to you. Come alone. - LAZ

P-X shakes his head and crumples up the note. He tosses it away.

Project X: This is stupid. I've got more important things to do.

P-X's almost infamous last words as someone comes out of no where and slams his shoulder into P-X's back, which sends him crashing through Corey's locker room door. P-X manages to break down the door, but not fall over. Then, suddenly...

!CRACK!

We hear the sick, sadistic sound of a hard chair shot to the back of P-X. P-X falls to one knee, then collapses on the broken door. A figure is standing over P-X, fueled by rage and madness. It's Matthew Virus Engel, as the fans start to cheer. However, some of them are unsure what to think. Matt looks like he's going to tear Corey Lazarus apart, the possible Franchise of the PWA. Fans are torn between the two, but Matt, wielding a dented chair, says something unexpected.

VIRUS: Despite our differences, this is the man that tried to end my sister. I won't tolerate it.

Corey is confused, and quite frankly, a little on the defensive as he doesn't take his eyes off that chair Matt has in his hand. However, Corey nods, and then walks over to the fallen P-X. Corey gets down to one knee and starts chewing P-X out.

Corey Lazarus: Don't you ever try that shit again, X! I will fuckin' kill you!

The camera looks up at Matt, with a sinister smile on his face. He assures Corey that he won't be letting anyone try anything with Enika. Corey continues his rant on Project X, until...

!WHACK!

Matt connects with Corey's face, baseball style. Corey is laid out, bleeding from his nose and forehead. Matt kneels down to Corey and digs his arm into Corey's throat.

VIRUS: Like I said, no one will be trying anything with Enika. That includes you, Corey. I will never forget what you've done to me and my family. I will have my vengeance. You think this is it? No, the war has only just begun.

With those words, the camera looks behind Matt and sees that P-X has risen. P-X climbs to one knee and Matt notices the stirring behind him. P-X looks extremely pissed off, wondering what just happened. Matt takes a swing at P-X with his chair, but P-X blocks it and grabs ahold of Matt.

!CRASH!

Matt goes back first into the lockers and hits the floor hard. P-X gets Corey up to his feet, who's still bleeding, and starts to brawl with him. P-X unloads lefts and rights and sends Corey back first into the other side of the locker room. P-X comes at him, but Corey kicks P-X low. Corey locks up P-X in a facelock, and then drives his head into the wall several times. Corey slams his fists down on P-X's back, but P-X retaliates by slamming his shoulder into Corey's midsection. Matt gets to his feet and dropkicks P-X off of Corey. Matt and Corey both deliver punches to P-X, before turning on each other. It's an all-out brawl and the fans are going crazy in the arena. Security finally shows up and tries to separate the three men, but it's not working.

More security flood the locker room as it takes about four or five of them to peel Corey and Matt off of each other and another three to hold Project X back. Head of Security tells the camera crew to get out and the camera is cut, sending us back to ringisde with Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro.

McDaniel: I can't believe what I just saw! Those three men were willing to kill each other right then and there.

Rentfro: Sometimes people take things way too far...and I think that's what Matthew Engel has done.

McDaniel: Too far? The man was in a coma!

Rentfro: You live and you learn, then you get Luvs.

McDaniel: You gotta be kidding... (He sighs.) Let's get on with the show, alright!? 

Rentfro: Agreed! Well, folks, we have quite the show setup for you tonight here on Rampage. Three, count them, three! number one contendership matches are taking place tonight, with one of them being a triple threat match.

McDaniel: That’s right, Rentfro. Don’t forget that the triple threat also has two of those people being friends. Karasu confided to Method Cobra early on that he would refuse to fight against his friend, and he seemed fairly insistent upon it. However, we have seen the world that Karasu lives in. For all we know, this is just something he said to Method Cobra to set him at ease.

Rentfro: Yeah, and of course, we also have two big tag team matches taking place tonight, with the World champion being across the ring from his opponent, Enika Engel!

McDaniel: I’m sure everyone remembers when Project X dove in and chokeslammed Enika from that high altitude last week. What surprises me, though, is the fact that Pohatu didn’t immeadiately go to President Sommers and demand that the World title match at ‘Who’s the Man?!’ be changed to a triple threat. I mean, you would think that the little spark plug would want revenge for his match being interrupted.

Rentfro: Well, keep in mind that the Money in the Bank case allows Pohatu go after ANY title he wants, at any time. So, he could go after the TV title or the Grizzly Beer title.

McDaniel: Why would he go after the Grizzly Beer title?

Rentfro: Why would you go after a chick after downing ten beers?

McDaniel: ...That makes NO sense!

Rentfro: What I just said may not make sense, but I think some questions are just about to get answered!

Both announcers gazed up the ramp as I Will Fight Alone by Firewind suddenly hit the PA system of the PWA arena. Unlike usual, no strobing lights or pyrotechnics were seen as Pohatu strolled out onto the ramp, not yet dressed in his ring gear. Glancing around in a slightly bored manner, the light heavyweight casually walked down the ramp, slapping a few hands. As he reached the ring however, the ‘Electric Enigma’, apparently decided to show off a bit, suddenly leaped up onto the apron without touching it with his hands at all. Gripping the top rope to catch his balance, the blue eyes of the wrestler gazed briefly about the arena before ducking underneath the top rope. Stepping into the ring, Pohatu raised a hand up and was rewarded with a microphone being tossed to him by one of the ring side techies. Nodding his thanks, the young wrestler waited a few more moments as his theme song faded out, then finally raised the microphone up to his mouth.

Pohatu: Well, a great many thanks goes out to those of you who still support me after my bit of a spat with NBC. Now, how many of you to have a spoiler about Who’s the Man? Now, I mean the PayPerView, not the tournament.

A few naysayers let out a boo at the tournament being exempted, but the rest of the arena, for the most part, belted out with a very well heard ‘yeah!’ Laughing a bit at the mixed reaction, Pohatu casually walked over to one side of the ring. Leaning his elbows on the top rope and putting his weight on it, Mr. Money in the Bank looked out at the crowd on that side of the ring. Waiting for the cheers to die down, the young wrestler finally raised the microphone up to his face, not seeming to be in any hurry.

Pohatu: Well, there’s going to be a match for the Intercontinental title.

Seeming like he was about to expand upon that, Pohatu suddenly stood up and walked away from the ring ropes, turning his back on the cameras that had been focused on him. Looking like he was about to get out of the ring, the light heavyweight paused as boos suddenly rained down from the arena.

Rentfro: Boy, this kid sure is cocky!

McDaniel: Well, give it a minute. Never know where he might be getting with this.

Rentfro: Do we know where half the new talent is coming from?

McDaniel: Not usually.

Standing up in the ring, Mr. Money paused to think for a moment before grinning as he raised the microphone back up to his mouth.

Pohatu: Oh! You wanted to know who was involved in the match, didn’t you?

Rentfro: Well DUH!

McDaniel: C’mon, give him another minute.

Laughing as he again lowered the microphone down from his mouth, Pohatu proceeded to twirl it around in his hand slowly, finally walking to the set of ropes that were exactly parallel to the ropes that were closest to the ring entrance. Leaning on these ropes as he had the first set of ropes, the light heavyweight casually lifted the microphone up to his mouth.

Pohatu: Well, it’s going to involved McNasty and a number one contender, who will be determined tonight.

McDaniel: Another no-brainer. I’ve had just about enough of this little punk.

Rentfro: Keep your headset on.

McDaniel: Only if you’ll keep your pants on when Circa comes out here to battle Kyle Stevenson.

Rentfro: Deal.

Standing up and stretching a bit, the young wrestler walked back to the center of the ring. His blue eyes slowly searched the crowd as the audience started to get antsy, almost as if they knew that Pohatu wasn’t done speaking yet. Shrugging non-chalantly, the Iowan wrestler raised the microphone back up to his mouth again.

Pohatu: And lastly...that match is going to be a triple threat match! I’m cashing in my Money in the Bank!

Rentfro: Finally he gets to the point! I’m just surprised that he’s cashing in the shot so soon! I mean, he only won that briefcase at Genesis. You’d think he’d wait a bit to see how the talent shapes up to be.

McDaniel: My question is why he isn’t shooting after the World title?

Rentfro: Eh, he probably figures it’d be better to sharpen his teeth on the second best division before jumping up to the big boys.

Pohatu: So, ladies and gents, that’s your PayPerView announcement for the evening from me. Make sure to buy tickets, or to cue it up on your PPV box, or whatever it is you choose to do. Because if you don’t, you won’t get to see me become the Intercontinental champion. Wouldn’t want to miss that, would you?

Laughing in a clearly cocky manner, Harvey tossed the microphone back to the ring side techies as I Will Fight Alone picked up right where it had left off. Sliding out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, Pohatu walked back up the ramp just as casual before, slapping hands as he went.

McDaniel: He’s acting as if the announcement he made isn’t a big deal at all! The confidence this kid has in himself....

Rentfro: Despite losing to a girl.

McDaniel: It was a disqualification loss!

Rentfro: Still a loss. To a girl.

McDaniel: Be glad Sommers told me not to deck you.

Rentfro: Er, let's go on to our first match, shall we?! 

 

SCOTT NASH STRADER vs. RAIZZOR

 

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for one fall, introducing first, Scott Nash Strader!!!

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hit’s the p.a. system. The PWAtron lights up with a headshot of Scott Nash Strader looking down, with his blondish hair hanging in his face. He slowly lifts his head as the words to the song begin.

##I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired.
Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words some- What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.##

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain he closes eyes and looks upwards.

##But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...##
Scott begins his descent down to the ring.
##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps over the top rope and leans back in the corner waiting for the bell.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

Three quick drum beats pick up and then a GONG! Echoes, preceeding the voice of Raizzor saying…..’Dead Man Walking!’….and the arena lights die down as a red eerie glow illuminates the arena.  The lyrics pick up as the stage begins to cloud over with a mist and a shadowly shape takes form within the growing fog.

##You've done it now
You've gone and made a big mistake
and I can't allow, you to think you can just walk away
so turn around, and face the piper you're gonna pay
'cause the end is now
this is gonna be your judgement day##

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at 285lbs........he hails from Las Vegas Nevada..........

The music and lyrics continue to illustrate the tension that permeates the entire arena... and the shadowed figure begins to move forward, breaking out of the mist to reveal the Soul-Taker.

##You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
there's no forgiveness this time
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay

 

It's my business, your mind
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm burning these ones to the ground
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm gonna Bring you down##

Eric Emerson: Known as the Franchise of the PWA.....the Soul-Taker..........RAIZZOR!!!!!!!!

Moving with a slow dedicated purpose, Raizzor stalks to the ring, his eyes burning at Strader inside the ring.  He comes to the steps, where he stops and shrugs off his leather duster, letting it fall to the floor around his feet.  With an almost animal like feel, as if stalking prey, Raizzor steps into the ring. 

##No more chances,
No more excuses, no lies
your stories ending, time to say your goodbyes
nice guys, it's said they always finish last
but bad-asses, are always kicking asshole's ass##

asshole,
kick it

With his chest rising and falling slowly, Raizzor moves around the ring with slow steady steps, never once removing his eyes from Strader.  

##You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
there's no forgiveness this time
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
It's my business, your mind
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm burning these ones to the ground
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm gonna Bring you down##

Finally, he enters the ring and prepares for the contest at hand.

McDaniel: Raizzor and Project X are both looking a little banged up after their match last week. I wonder how Raizzor holds up tonight.

Rentfro: He must be crazy to take on a Strader after some of the brutal match ups he's been involved in recently.

The bell rings and both of the very large men square up in the centre ring. Strader mouths off at Raizzor and Raizzor returns it with a silent, intense stare that burns right through Strader. Strader makes the first move and shoves Raizzor back, following it up with a slap that draws an Ohhhhh from the crowd. Raizzor retaliates with a solid right hand that knocks Strader right off his feet. Strader gets up, Strader goes down. Up, down, up, down, up, down.

McDaniel: I shudder to think of the power behind those punches to lift a man of 6'10 right off his feet with every one!

Raizzor sends Strader down with a hard right one last time and Strader bails to the outside, but Raizzor is having none of it and pursues. Strader jogs half way around the ring, avoiding Raizzor before rolling into the ring. Raizzor rolls in after him but Strader is up on his feet and cheap shots him with a hard stomp into the back. It draws more pain than you'd expect as Raizzor writhes.

McDaniel: I guess Raizzor's back is still a little hurt after being hurled off the ramp last week.

Rentfro: A man has to look after his back, if your back goes, it may never be the same again.

Having studied the tapes from last week, Strader comes to the same conclusion as the announce team and goes to work on the back. He picks Raizzor up and whips him hard into the corner. Raizzor absorbs the impact and does his best to no sell it but the pain can be seen in his face. Strader boots him in the gut and whips him hard into the opposite corner. This time he doesn't even bother with the no sell attempt and sags in the corner, but stays on his feet. Strader doesn't seem satisfied with Raizzor's verticality and begins to remove the turnbuckle padding from his corner. The referee's protests fall on deaf ears as Strader yanks the loosened padding away, exposing the solid steel turnbuckle.

McDaniel: Why does every Raizzor match end up with people bending the rules lately?

Strader weakens Raizzor with a couple of stiff chops and then sends him hurtling into the steel turnbuckle at high velocity.

CLINK!

Raizzor finally falls to the mat, holding his back.

The ref goes to call for the bell but stops mid motion as Raizzor shouts No!. Both the ref and Strader turn their head as Raizzor forces his way through the pain barrier and climbs up to his feet. He grits his teeth and locks eyes with Strader who is frustrated by the toughness being shown.

McDaniel: Raizzor just doesn't stay down for anybody! As long as he's conscious, he's going to get up!

Rentfro: How do you fight a man like that?

Strader rushes forward and nails Raizzor with a hard forearm smash that puts him right back down to the mat.

Rentfro: That might work.

Strader picks Raizzor up and nails him with a German suplex, making sure to judge the landing to have maximum impact on the back. Raizzor jerks with pain but Strader keeps him locked around the waist as they come back up and he nails another one, followed by another for a trifecta of German suplexes all onto the back. On the last one, Strader bridges for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

SHOULDER UP!

McDaniel: All these focused attacks on the back have to be getting to Raizzor!

Strader keeps his grip around the waist and they both come back up again. HEAVE! Strader nails yet another German suplex with a cover bridge.

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

SHOULDER UP!

McDaniel: Whatever Strader dishes out, Raizzor just soaks up!

Rentfro: How can you beat a man with this high a thresh hold for pain?

The frustration on Strader's face is clear as they once again come up for another German attempt, but this time Raizzor wraps his leg around Strader's. HEAVE! Raizzor goes nowhere as he blocks the move, unwraps his leg and back heels a low blow into Strader's testicles. Strader doubles over as a wobbly Raizzor frees himself. Raizzor charges full steam into the ropes and comes charging back at Strader, SPEAR! The wind is knocked right out of Strader as both men hit the mat. Raizzor collapses in a heap beside him after hitting the move.

McDaniel: Raizzor hit a big move! This could be the turning point if he can only get back to his feet once more and mount some offense!

The ref begins a 10 count.

One!

Two!

Three!

They both begin to stir.

Four!

Five!

Both are up to their knees.

Six!

Seven!

Raizzor is up first and Strader a second later but that second is all Raizzor needs to gain the advantage. The ring shakes 3 times as the big man Strader is sent crashing to the mat from 3 succesive clotheslines. The crowd rally behind Raizzor as the momentum swings in his favour, the andrenaline helps to blank out the back pain a little. Strader is back up and Raizzor nails another spear followed by a cover this time.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

McDaniel: Raizzor is on fire at the moment!

Raizzor wastes no time in picking Strader back up and whipping him into the ropes, GUILLOTINE VERSION 1!!! Raizzor makes another cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THRE...

KICKOUT!

Raizzor pops back up and signals for the end.

McDaniel: You wouldn't want to be Scott Strader right now!

Raizzor waits until Strader groggily gets back to his feet and scoops him up onto his shoulder for the tombstone shoulderbreaker, the weight of Strader sending reminders of the back pain as he does so. As he goes to nail it, he turns towards the ramp and notices Project X slowly making his way down to the ring. Raizzor snarls as the delay in the move forces him to drop Strader because of his back pain. With Strader dropped, Raizzor turns his attention towards Project X but Project X continues a slow and steady pace towards the ring, almost like he was having a stroll in the park.

The distraction is enough for Strader to partially recover and roll Raizzor up from behind.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

McDaniel: Close fall there. Raizzor and Strader are back to their fact. They start exchanging lefts and rights, but Raizzor tires a bit and Strader gets on the offensive.

Rentfro: Huge belly-to-belly suplex by Strader! If anyone can do that to Raizzor, it's Scott!

McDaniel: Or our world champion...


Strader gets to his feet and lays down some boots on Raizzor. He goes into the ropes and comes off with a huge leg drop. Strader gets Raizzor to his feet and unchambers lefts and rights. He whips Raizzor into the ropes and hits a HUGE back body drop on him. Raizzor goes flying over Strader and lands hard on the mat. The ring shakes violently.

Rentfro: Oh my GOD! I think that's the highest Raizzor has been in the air involuntarily!

McDaniel: I'd have to agree with you Brian. Raizzor is achin' in pain right now!

Strader gets to his feet and starts climbing the turnbuckle. He stands up straight, all six foot ten of him, and leaps off.

Rentfro: The big man is flying!

He slams down with an elbow into Raizzor's sternum. He covers Raizzor.

1...

2...

3 -- No! Raizzor had his foot on the bottom rope.

Rentfro: Raizzor using those ring smarts of his to get the lucky break.

McDaniel: Well if he didn't have that rope I was sure that SNS had him.

Raizzor gets dragged up to his feet. Strader swings him into the ropes again and tries for a big boot, but Raizzor goes underneath and comes back at SNS. They both clothesline each other!

Rentfro: They both had the same idea there!

McDaniel: But neither one is calling it quits! That only seemed to piss them off more...

They both pop back up quickly but Raizzor just that little bit quicker. Raizzor boots Strader, scoops him up and TOMBSTONE SHOULDER BREAKER!!!

McDaniel: That's it, all Raizzor has to do is make the cover!

Raizzor drops and hooks the leg.

1...

2...

3/Kickout!

McDaniel: HOLY! Strader kicked out!! He kicked out!!!

Rentfro: That man's tougher then steel!  He's taking it all from the Soul-Taker!

Even still, Scott is out of it, and Raizzor scoops him up for a second Tombstone Shoulder Breaker.....

Rentfro: Wait a minute!

Project X breaks into a run and slides into the ring. As Raizzor drops Nash to turn his focus on X, Project X reaches across and grabs him by the throat. The referee calls for the bell.

Rentfro: Looks like Project X and Raizzor are about to pick up from where they left off last week!

Raizzor fights the choke but years of hitting his finisher has given Project X a rock solid throat grip. Raizzor instead goes for the alternative and grabs Project X by the throat to a big cheer. Both men struggle to win the battle of the choke holds but Project X prevails in the end, hoists Raizzor high into the air with surprising ease and sends him crashing down with THE PROBE!!!

McDaniel: Let's hope Project X leaves it at that and goes back to prepare for the main event.

Rentfro: Don't count on it!

Indeed. Project X nails the protesting ref and picks Raizzor up. BAM! Raizzor is driven face first into the exposed turnbuckle, busting him wide open.

McDaniel: Project X just re-opened that scar tissue from last week, when he went to town with a pair of brass knuckles!

BAM! Again Raizzor is driven in, more blood splattering. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Project X bounces Raizzor's head off the steel turnbuckle again and again as his face becomes nothing but a crimson mask that oozes all the way down his chest. Project X dips his hand into Raizzors blood and spreads it onto his white mask, colouring it red with the blood of Raizzor.

Rentfro: Project X doesn't like the idea of someone as dangerous as Raizzor lurking over his back and is trying to fix that situation here!

McDaniel: He should fix it in a match fitting of a PWA champion, not like this!

Once Project X is satisfied that his message has been delivered he drops Raizzor in a pool of his own blood and leaves to head back up the ramp.

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by disqualification, Raizzor!!!!!!

Project X heads back up the ramp and raises his arms in satisfaction but in a flashback of last week, his celebrations are interrupted by the cheering crowd who are supporting Raizzor once again getting back up to his feet.

Project X just can't believe it as Raizzor points right at him through a crimson mask and tells him to come back and finish what he started, gesturing that he wants his title.

McDaniel: Raizzor just won't stay down no matter what anyone throws at him! He always has to be the last man standing!

Project X has second thoughts about engaging in another street fight with Raizzor like last week right before Who's The Man!? and decides instead to head into the back to prepare for the main event.

McDaniel: Coward!

Rentfro: Hey, I don't think you'd be rushing back to face a man who has taken your best shots and stays standing.  

We move into the backstage area, where we see a massive suited man moving down a hallway. His large frame is barely contained within the expensive all-black suit he wears. Black sunglasses cover his eyes. His hair is dirty blonde, and extends into a neatly-trimmed beard.

McDaniel: We appear to be backstage, ladies and gentlemen.

Rentfro: Yeah, thanks for clearing that up. Who is this guy?

McDaniel: Can't say I have any idea.

As he moves through the hallway, around a corner comes the Virus - Matthew Engel. He isn't yet dressed for competition, and has a gym bag swung over his shoulder.

The two men say nothing of each others' presence, but as they pass each other the large man in the suit bumps his shoulder into Engel... it seems intentional.

Matthew Engel: Hey, is there a problem?!

Towering over Engel, the man simply cocks his head to one side.

Large Man: Pardon me.

He continues on his walk. Engel is about to dismiss the altercation and leave, until he sees the man stop just down the hall and knock on a locker room door. The door of his soon-to-be partner for the evening, Jamie Flynn.

He knocks rather loudly, but Flynn doesn't answer. Instead, a petite blonde opens the door - wearing nothing but a bathroom towel. She sees the massive man, whose appearance catches her off guard, and stands there with a mixture of terror and confusion.

Blonde: Um.... hello, can I help you?

The man reaches into his suit pocket, and produces a conspicuous manila envelope.

Large Man: Tell Mr. Flynn we've taken care of all the arrangements. We're all set to go for this evening's endeavor.

Reluctantly, she accepts the envelope. The large man immediately turns and continues down his path. She looks back and forth down the hallway, and her eyes meet those of the Virus, who remained to witness the altercation. She quickly moves back inside the locker room. Engel hangs around for another moment... He turns with a foul expression on his face, and continues on his way.

Rentfro: ...Are we supposed to know what that's about?

McDaniel: If we are, I certainly missed it. I wonder if Engel knows... It seems his partner might be up to something later tonight.

 

GABE SHELLEY VS. WARREN "ODDYSEY" ENGEL

 

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!  

The lights dim as "Rumors Of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated" by Rise Against kicks up on the PA system. The guitar rocks throughout the arena and about twenty seconds in we finally have a voice to match the guitars and drums.

Warren Engel appears from backstage, receiving somewhat of an applause based on last name alone. He's family to a couple of superstars; some people know who he is. But, he's out to make his own name.

When I die will they remember not
What I did, but what I haven't done?
It's not the end I fear with each breath
It's life that scares me to death

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda...

Warren starts to make his way down the ring as red and silver pyros shoot off behind him. He's dressed in faded blue jeans, a black dress shirt, and a pair of Oakley's. His hair used to be spiked up in the front, but he's grown it out and wears it regular. His bangs cover the tops of his eyes as he reaches the ring.

Eric Emerson: ...he weighs two hundred and three pounds and stands just an inch under six feet...

Your words won't save me now
I'm at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow
"Get a grip on yourself" is what they say
Every hour, every day
Hands over my ears
I've been screaming all these years

He slides into the ring and hops to his feet. He yells out to the crowd to get'em pumped. Some react, some don't. He takes off his sunglasses and shirt to reveal a long-sleeve black athletic shirt.

Eric Emerson: ...he is WARREN "ODDYSEY" ENGEL!!

And now a hand's extending outward
Quiet comfort they invite
Do we dare take what they offer?
Do we step into the light?

Some of the crowd pops again as Warren relaxes in his turnbuckle, waiting.

Eric Emerson: ..And his opponent hailing from Columbus, Ohio...

As "In Fate's Hands" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus begins to play, Gabe Shelley makes his way to the ramp with his hood up.

Eric Emerson: ..he stands six feet four and weighs two hundred and forty five pounds...

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.

Eric Emerson: .."the marVel" GABE SHELLEY!

DING DING DING!

Shelley, the more experienced wrestler locks Warren up with an armbar that he secures behind Engel's back!  He wrenches it up hard, causing Warren to gasp!  Smirking, Shelley slaps him in the back of the head a couple of times, and Warren suddenly drops to one knee, spins and uses his free arm to take out Shelley's legs!

Rentfro: Quick escape there from Warren!

McDaniel: I don't think Warren likes to be taunted...

Shelley drops on his back and Warren races to the ropes. Shelley rolls over to his stomach as Warren crosses his path to the other end and then Gabe jumps up and catches Warren with a hip toss, but Engel blocks and instead Gabe crashes down again to the canvas. Warren drops two elbows and makes a cover.

1

2

Kickout!

Rentfro: Close call there as Warren caught Gabe by surprise.

McDaniel: The young rook is showing just how much experience he's learned from his older brothers...

Gabe stands and kicks Warren in the midsection, before wrapping his arms around him and executing a well placed pile driver! Shelley covers.

1

2

Kickout!

Rentfro: Good reversal by Shelley there, almost had Warren for the three count.

McDaniel: That was quite a piledriver!

Gabe then dominates Warren with quick moves to wear him down, never taking a moment to breathe or let Warren a break.  A neckbreaker, followed by a leg drop and then a figure four puts Warren to the test but no matter what Shelley does, the young rookie doesn't give in.  Finally, Shelley goes for a wicked power bomb but while he has Warren up in position, Engel rakes his eyes and Gabe drops him and falls back.

Rentfro: That ain't too clean, Jon.

McDaniel: He's doing what he's gotta do to win this match. Love it or hate it.

As Shelley tries to regain his sight, Warren connects with a hard drop kick that sends Shelley into the corner.  Warren then races in, grabs the ropes and lifts himself up, using the momentum to bring both feet crashing into Gabe's chest. Shelley cries out from the impact and then Warren drags him from the corner and flips backwards to land on him for the cover.

1

2

Shoulder up!

Rentfro: Another close call there! It's getting too close for comfort for Gabe.

McDaniel: Warren is really showing his perseverance here...

Sensing he has the advantage, Warren jumps up and applies a standing scissors lock around Gabe's leg and falls to the mat on Gabe's side -  so they're lying on the mat side by side, at an angle to one another. Warren pulls on the Gabe's leg, trying to hyper extend his knee and applying pressure to the hamstrings.

Rentfro: That's Warren's Renaissance '86 submission move!

McDaniel: Gabe's trying...trying to hold out here!!

Gabe reaches for the ropes, but Warren applies more pressure.  The ref checks....asking if he wants to give.  Gabe shakes his head, but Warren applies more pressure and after almost a minute, Shelley begins slapping the canvas, tapping out!!

Rentfro: Warren did it! He made Gabe tap!

McDaniel: That is just a devasating move on the leg! Gabe lasted as long as he could...

Eric Emerson: ..and the winner of this match, ODDYSEY!!!

Warren let's the ref raise his hand and gives Gabe hardly a passing glance, as he exits the ring and acknowledges the fans at ringside as he makes his way up the ramp.

Rentfro: Another impressive win from the rookie. First he took down Sirus Moran, then Gabe Shelley. Who's next for this kid?

McDaniel: Well one can debate whether he truly would've beaten Sirus or not, but he certainly had no trouble dismantling Gabe here tonight.

 

PWA TV Title Match

Payton Strader (c) vs. Larcen Tyler


DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match-up is scheduled for one fall and is 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 Rock Springs, Wyoming...

Visual white noise fills your eyes and the speakers you listen to...silence ensues, after a brief three seconds of squinting your eyes and reaching for your volume knobs or remote controls...the screen goes to a prismatic fog...


a dark, undetermined voice : You've heard it said that living well...is the best revenge...

the prismatic fog begins to take life and begins to swirl, beginning to form three skulls, as an audio prismatic swirling static sound seems to animate the fog.

A dark, undetermined voice : ...living forever...is the best revenge...

Within the three prismatic and foggy skulls, now forming a crystal clear, solid state, the initials of TDR can be read within each one, as DLT's Official remix of Limp Bizkit's Crack Addict kicks in...the fog sucks you in through the right eye socket of the middle skull...

Fred Durst (screaming) : IT'S TIME TO PANIC!

You are visually taken on the inner tunnel of the crystal like socket of the skull, the prismatic fog behind the crystal socket tunnel is dancing and forming, as the visual continues twisting and turning, passing through patches of animated prismatic fog, escaping fron what appears like cracks forming in the socket...

Durst : I'm addicted to crackin' skulls who punk start static!

As if on cue, the journey through the eye socket tunnel explodes, crystal shards are flying through the prismatic fog and you are racing through a timeless, speeding void of crystal shards and prismatic fog. If it weren't for the fog, you could almost see the glimmers of distant stars in space behind it.

Background of Durst (singing) : It's tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime...

Prismatic static follows and begins to form the crystal tunnel of the eye socket again, however, the speed rushing forwards seems to instantly cease and begans to retract where it's energy came from, in reverse.

Fred Durst (screaming) : IT'S TIME TO PANIC!

Background of Durst (singing) : It's tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime...

You are thrust out of the eye socket, all of the roaming pieces of crystals reform and solidify as three crystal skulls, the initials of TDR appearing with each, but this time, the initials burn prismatig fog flames...they explode once again, the prismatic static appears and begins to take shape, as the hydraulic lift begins to lift Payton Strader into view.


Durst : I'm addicted to crackin' skulls who punk start static!

His arms are outstretched...his face hidden in the hood of his black trenchcoat...his leather gloved hands are spread fingered. He raises his head slightly, only to give the spiraling spotlights hints of the dark grey face paint of a furious skull underneath. The pyros send down a waterfall of fiery sparks to overflow the falling prismatic fog. The hydraulic lift raises TDR to the level of the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: He stands six foot four inches...and weighs two hundred and seventy five pounds...

TDR sneers and walks down the entrance ramp, his PWA TV Title strapped around his waist. Ramp pyros go off with each step he takes, brilliantly sending an upward V pattern of sparks into the air. He breaks stride and shedding his trenchcoat, belly slides into the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is the three most feared initials in sports entertainment history...ladies and gentlemen, your PWA Television Champion.. The Dream Reaper...PAYTON STRADER!!!

As he climbs each turnbuckle, he pounds his fist into his chest and points upwards to the sky a moment, before outstretching his hands, for the thousands of photo flashes going off throughout the arena.

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

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

The ref signals for the bell as both wrestlers nod to being ready.

McDaniel: Here we go!

DING DING DING!

The two wrestlers go at it as Larcen comes in and unloads lefts and rights on TDR, but TDR knocks it off by slamming his elbow into Larcen's face. Larcen staggers back a bit and TDR comes in with a low kick and follows up with a snap DDT. Larcen holds his head as TDR rains elbows and fists onto Larcen's back. TDR gets Larcen up to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and Larcen gets dealt a huge tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

McDaniel: That looked painful!

Rentfro: Well considering the size difference here, anything TDR deals out is gonna look painful!

TDR gets Larcen up to his feet and tosses him into the corner. TDR smashes his knee into Larcen multiple times, and follows it up with huge uppercut forearms that almost take Larcen off his feet. TDR walks over to the other corner, raises his hand to the crowd, and then sprints over to Larcen. He leaps high and goes in for a body splash, but Larcen moves out of the way just in time and TDR crashes into the turnbuckle.

McDaniel: Thank God Larcen moved out of the way, he would've be pancaked!

Rentfro: With syrup?

McDaniel: Yes! Maple, too.

Rentfro: Yum...

Larcen grabs the back of TDR's head and slams it into the turnbuckle. He does it again, again, and one more time. TDR staggers back and Larcen leaps onto the top turnbuckle and takes TDR down with a missile dropkick. He covers TDR.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Maybe two and a quarter there as TDR is caught by surpirse.

Rentfro: Better than being caught with your pants down!

McDaniel: Yes Brian...it certainly is.

Larcen gets TDR to his feet and lets loose some lefts and rights, then he locks him up and tries to suplex TDR, but TDR ain't having it as he reverses it and hits a suplex of his own on Larcen. TDR into the ropes and he comes back with an elevated legdrop over the throat and chest of Larcen. TDR back into the ropes again and comes down with a huge knee drop on the chest of Larcen. He gets Larcen to his feet and puts his head between his thighs. TDR lifts Larcen up in powerbomb fashion. He leaps into the air, doing a 180 and slams Larcen to the mat. The ring shakes violently as the crowd goes wild.

McDaniel: What a move! The crowd is going nuts here!

Rentfro: They're coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs!

McDaniel: Payton drops to his knees and hooks Larcen's leg...

1...

2...

3 -- No! Larcen got his foot on the ropes.

McDaniel: So close! Payton's got to be steamed about that.

Rentfro: Oh he is. He's steamed vegetables over there giving the ref a piece of his mind.

TDR stops arguing with the ref and turns around to Larcen, who's back on his feet. TDR is met with a spinning heel kick, which staggers him back into the ropes. Larcen unloads lefts and rights into TDR and then sends TDR over the ropes and into the barricade with a huge clothesline. The ref begins the count as Larcen slides out of the ring on the attack.

1!

2!

Larcen gets ahold of TDR and slams him into the barricade again. Larcen then slams TDR into the ringpost!

3!

McDaniel: Ouch! That ringpost isn't friendly at all.

Rentfro: It's like a bully from middle school just waiting to pull down your pants.

4!

McDaniel: What? No...it's not like that at all.

5!

Larcen tries to slam TDR into the barricade again, but TDR puts on the brakes and elbows Larcen in the stomach. TDR returns the favor and slams Larcen head first into the barricade!

6!

7!

Larcen staggers back, bleeding a bit out of his forehead. TDR connects with a vicious spinning back fist! TDR grabs ahold of Larcen and slides him into the ring.

8!

9!

TDR climbs the steps and gets into the ring. The ref starts the count. Larcen is to his feet, wiping the blood off his forehead. He turns around to meet TDR, but gets kicked low and hooked up by both arms and planted into the mat.

McDaniel: The DREAM STING! That's gotta be it for Larcen!

Rentfro: Payton makes the cover..

1!

2!

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match...and still your PWA Television Champion...The Dream Reaper...PAYTON STRADER!!!!

TDR celebrates his victory as he successfully defends his PWA title for the first time. The referee hands him his TV belt and Payton shakes the ref's hand. He lifts his belt high into the air, as Larcen slides out of the ring and disappears backstage.

McDaniel: And yet another good performance from Payton Strader!

Rentfro: He sure makes it look easy sometimes!

TDR rolls out of the ring and goes up the rampway, giving fans high fives and putting his TV title across his shoulder. He disappears backstage.

McDaniel: Well folks we're going to cut to commercial break here, stay tuned for more Rampage!



 

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

Featuring:

The Virus vs. Protean
(King of Extreme Title)

Lisa Seldon & Jeffery Drake vs. Nightstryker and November

Tommy Riley vs. Silverback

Vicious vs. Aarya Ranvir
(LWF vs IWL)

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




Backstage...

We see TDR, right after his match, celebrating and shaking people's hands because of his successful title defense. He runs into Warren ODDYSEY Engel and Warren's friend. They're talking about nothing special as TDR interrupts them flagrantly.

TDR Did ya see that performance, boy? You probably coulda learned a thang or two if you was watchin'. Boy I gave it to Larcen good!

Oddy says something to his friend, who walks away and disappears around the corner. Oddy turns his attention to Payton, not really pleased.

WARREN: Performance? That was pitiful, Payton. You beat a nobody, congratulations.

TDR I reckon you think you could do better?

WARREN: I don't reckon anything, I know I can do better.

TDR has a suspicious look on his face, looking Oddy up and down.

TDR Yep, I saw you wrestle against that boy Shelley earlier...I knews you look familiar.

WARREN: Did you also see me put on a better show than your pathetic title defense?

TDR Boy you better watch that tongue or it's liable to get ripped off.

WARREN: Try me.

TDR takes a step forward, expecting to intimidate and scare Warren off. Warren doesn't back down, he only gets himself ready.

TDR Well looks like you still got some fight in ya...I'mma take it out of you. You want this title boy? You want me to have a real challenge...such as yerself? I'll go talk to Sommers, best lace up them boots again.

TDR turns his back and walks away, heading in the direction of President Sommer's office. Oddy turns to the camera and smiles. We cut back to ringisde.

McDaniel: Are you kiddin' me?! Payton Strader against ODDYSEY for a second title defense?

Rentfro: I saw the electricity between those two...that could be a helluva match up!

McDaniel: Speaking of great match ups, let's kick it to Eric Emerson to announce one of them huge tag team matches here tonight...

Three-Way Tag Match

Jamie Flynn/Matthew Engel v. Grade A Nastyness v. Pohatu/Jacob Collins


DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...the following match-up is scheduled for one pin fall or submission and has a thirty minute time limit! Introducing the first of six competitiors...he hails 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.

Eric Emerson: He weighs two hundred and five pounds and stands a quarter inch above six feet...

Flynn reaches the ring, sliding in, and sits on top of the turnbuckle, waiting.

Eric Emerson: A former PWA Television Champion... JAMIE FLYNN!!!!

Suddenly, we hear a voice over the PA system...

There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern.
Do you know what it is?

A virus.


Guitar madness ensues for roughly the first thirteen seconds of Acid Rain by Liquid Tension Experiment. The music cuts to a different song, a slower paced guitar and drum sequence. Then suddenly, an obscure yet meaningful voice comes over the PA. We recognize the song as Alone by James LaBrie.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda...

I never meant to hurt you
What did I turn into?
And now...I just have this feeling
Sorry's lost its meaning

And I feel alone...


It cuts to a different song. It's heavier, faster in guitar and tone as Matthew Virus Engel steps out from backstage. He's dressed in his usual ring attire. He's sporting the dark green tuxedo with a black silk dress shirt and black tie. His hair is slicked back a little bit and is sporting the goatee more than before, letting it grow out a bit.

Eric Emerson: ...weighing two hundred and twenty pounds and standing at an even six feet...

Pretender by James LaBrie echoes over the arena, fans cheering and getting to their feet. Matt makes his way down the ramp, green and gold pyros shooting off behind him.


They will not answer
For wars which they inspired
And those who surrender
Their voices growing tired


He goes off to the side and gives some of the fans high fives. He climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. Standing in the middle of the ring, he raises his right arm high in the air.

Eric Emerson: ...THE VIRUS MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

Who dares judge or question
These words scripted by liars
They will NOT answer
For wars which they inspired

Matt takes his jacket, tie, and dress shirt off to reveal a white muscle shirt underneath. With his wrestling boots tucked under his pants, he's ready to go. He walks over to where Flynn is, but they don't share words. Matthew looks upset with his partner, but the time for that is later...

Eric Emerson: Introducing next...one half of their opponents...they hail from Calgary, Alberta and Atlanta, Georgia respectively...

Whatever You Became by Cold hits the PA system as the team of Grade A Nastyness, Alex Wilkie and Mark McNasty, appears from backstage. The crowd goes wild as red and blue pyros shoot off behind them. They hold their respective titles in the air, and McNasty starts playing a little air guitar with his title to his song. Alex looks at him and laughs.

Eric Emerson: They have a combined weight of five hundred and five pounds...

Alex and Mark begin to make their way down the ramp as the crowd goes wild, giving fans high fives on opposite sides. They finally reach the ring.

Eric Emerson: They are GRADE A NASTYNESS...and hold the Grizzly Beer and Intercontinental Championships...GRADE A ALEX WILKIE AND MARK MCNASTY!!!

The crowd pops again as Alex and Mark get into the ring. They head to their corner, which is the opposite of Flynn and Engel. They begin their pre-match talk.

Eric Emerson: And one of their opponents...hailing from Boone, Iowa...

McDaniel: Where the hell is that?

Rentfro: Who knows, Jon. Probably made it up.

The deep guitar riff of 'I Will Fight Alone' by Firewind filled the arena of the air, the pounding of the drums that followed synching up with the sudden strobing of lights at the very top of the arena. The strobing only lasted for a few seconds, being shortly followed by a brief burst of yellow pyro around the entrance door itself. None other than 'The Electric Enigma' himself walked out following the brief explosion, hopping from foot to foot as he stared down the ramp, his eyes locked onto the ring itself.

Eric Emerson: He weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds and stands exactly six feet tall...

Battles rage throughout hamlets and empires
Heroes die, legends are born
The righteous pray all through the eons
Still the evil unsheaths the sword

Obviously having enough of staying at the top of the entrance ramp, the light heavyweight pounded his chest three times with one hand before throwing his arms out either side of him, doing the standard crucifix. After doing this simple taunt, the well known high flier promptly started walking down the ramp, a determined look clearly evident in his eyes as he neared the ring.

I will fight alone
Stand and face and army of one
I will fight alone
Until I'm overrun

As the song fell into the standard riffs expected between lyrics, the 'Electric Phenomenon' whipped off his ring jacket and, not even glancing back to see where it went, tossed it over his shoulder into the crowd. Leaping up onto the apron after the piece of clothing disappeared, Pohatu ducked under the top rope and stepped into the ring. Sprinting over to the opposing corner, he practically run up the turnbuckles themselves and posed in the crucifix position again for the crowd, his blue eyes searching the people.

Eric Emerson: He is the Electric Enigma...the Electric Phenomenon...and Lightning Quick...

McDaniel: He's got just as many nicknames as Apollo Creed...

Eric Emerson: He is POHATU!!!

Hear the seer's foretell my - lonely demise
Reap the sorceress angered - am still alive

Hopping down after the angry proclamation in the song, Pohatu turned and put his back to the corner, simply awaiting the match's beginning.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, hailing from El Paso, Texas...

Cells by The Servant hits the PA system.

Eric Emerson: He stands exactly six feet tall and weighs...amazingly the same as his partner...

Jacob comes out dressed in solid black wrestling shorts, boots and both of his hands are taped. He strides to the ring, slapping hands with fans on both sides before quick stepping up the metal stairs and into the ring.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen... JACOB COLLINS!!

He spins once in the middle, basking in the roar of the crowd before going to his corner to await the start of the match.

McDaniel: Wow, that took forever...let's get this party started already.

Rentfro: Who will be the first two in the ring?

McDaniel: Now folks at home, remember there are only two men in the ring at one time, but anyone can tag anyone.

The ref says that one person from Grade A Nastyness and the team of Pohatu and Collins will start. Mark and Alex do a little paper, rock, scissors to decide who starts first.

Rentfro: Go rock! Go rock!

Alex deals out the rock, while Mark deals out the paper. Mark cheers.

McDaniel: Paper always beats rock, Brian.

Rentfro: Thank you Captain Obvious.

The ref signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Mark and Jacob Collins get the match started as Jacob moves in and delivers a hard kick low to Mark. Jacob moves into the ropes and comes back with a twisting neckbreaker, taking Mark down. Jacob lays down a few stomps on Mark and then goes back into the ropes. Jacob springboards off the middle rope and connects with a moonsault! He holds it for the pin.

1...

2 -- No! Matthew Engel comes in and stomps the back of Jacob's head. He yells at Alex Wilkie.

McDaniel: Engel showing his expertise in tag matches...

Rentfro: Wilkie's gotta be quicker on that! He's lucky that Matt cares!

The ref tells Matt to go back to his corner and he does. Jacob gets Mark to his feet, but Mark reverses with a couple of hard elbows to Jacob's midsection. Mark locks Jacob in a facelock, then lifts him high into the air...he comes back down with a brainbuster!

McDaniel: Oh my god! That had to hurt! Jacob looks unconscious!

Rentfro: McNasty goes for the pin, but Potato quickly breaks it up.

McDaniel: Don't you mean Pohatu?

Rentfro: Isn't that what I said?

McDaniel: No..you said...nevermind. Pohatu and Wilkie are brawling in the ring now as Mark tries to intervene, but he gets german suplex'd by Jamie Flynn!

Madness breaks out in the middle of the ring as Pohatu gets the advantage on Wilkie. He drives Wilkie to the mat with a snap suplex, while Jamie Flynn is stomping on McNasty. Wilkie gets to his feet, but the ref demands he goes back to his corner. Pohatu goes back to his, and the ref separates Flynn and McNasty. The only people that count are Mark and Collins still.

McDaniel: Jacob and Mark get to their feet and lock up in the middle of the ring. Mark gets the advantage and puts Collins in a hammerlock. Collins quickly reverses with an elbow to the face and tries to follow it up with a clothesline, but Mark ducks and hits a full-nelson slam on Collins!

Mark celebrates in the ring, trying to get the crowd more pumped up than they already are. He tags in Alex. The ref calls the tag, and Alex steps into the ring. But, right before Alex can do anything, Collins makes a quick tag on Flynn!

McDaniel: Flynn enters the ring and goes toe-to-toe with Wilkie! They exchange lefts and rights, but Alex gets the advantage and knees Flynn in the stomach. Alex connects with a northern lights suplex and holds it for the pin!

Rentfro: Engel and Pohatu are both there to break it up. Then Engel turns on Pohatu and connects with a dropkick!

McDaniel: He certainly didn't see that coming!

Collins gets involved and clotheslines Engel to the mat. Pohatu is back to his feet, but McNasty comes flying in with a clothesline of his own off the top turnbuckle! Flynn and Wilkie are going at it, punch for punch, and Flynn gets the advantage this time. Flynn hits a jawbreaker on Wilkie, which sends Alex to his knees. Flynn comes off the ropes and hits a low, sharp dropkick to the side and shoulder of Alex, knocking him clear across the ring.

McDaniel: 
What a kick there! That almost broke Alex in half!

Rentfro: The ref tries to settle down the ring again as the other competitors make it to their corners.

Flynn gets Wilkie up to his feet and locks him up, suplexing him hard to the mat. Flynn quick to his feet again, but Pohatu slaps him on the back, tagging himself in.

McDaniel: Uh oh! Jamie looks pissed!

Rentfro: The ref gets between Pohatu and Jamie, telling Jamie to go to his corner. We can hear Matt in the background telling Jamie not to do anything stupid.

Flynn goes back to his corner as Pohatu gets Alex to his feet. Pohatu smashes Alex's face into his knee, and then connects with a spinning heel kick, sending Alex down to the mat. Alex uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Pohatu goes into the opposite side of the ropes and comes back with a cross body press, but Alex catches him! Pohatu is trying to fight it, but Alex launches Pohatu over himself, and the top of the ropes, and Pohatu crashes on the outside!

McDaniel: Potato landed viciously there!

Rentfro: You did it too!

McDaniel: I said Pohatu...

Rentfro: No you said Potato!

Rentfro starts laughing as Alex Wilkie tries to recuperate in the ring. Matthew Engel hops off the apron and stalks Pohatu. He grabs ahold of Pohatu and slams him into the barricade. Jacob Collins comes around the other side, but Jamie Flynn is onto him. Jamie Flynn runs down the side of the apron and leaps off, connecting with a forearm smash to Collins before he could reach Matt. Matt picks Pohatu up and drops him face first across the barricade. The ref has been counting out Pohatu.

5!

6!

Alex rolls out of the ring and hits Engel from behind. Engel staggers forward and turns around. Alex grabs Pohatu and rolls him into the ring. Engel goes after Alex, but McNasty comes flying in and connects with a dropkick that sends Engel over the barricade and into the fans.

McDaniel: The fans are going crazy here!

Rentfro: Alex slides into the ring and covers Pohatu, nobody is around to stop him!

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: A close fall there as Jamie Flynn gets back to his corner, so does Collins. Finally Engel appears from behind the barricade, hopping over and joining Flynn in their corner.

Alex gets Pohatu to his feet and whips him into the corner. Alex connects with a twisting spinebuster that shakes the ring violently. Alex tags in McNasty.

McDaniel: Good team work here by Grade A Nastyness!

Rentfro: Suddenly you're a fan?

McDaniel: I'm always a fan of good ring work!

Alex and Mark whip Pohatu hard into their corner. They set Pohatu on top of the turnbuckle and then wrap Pohatu up. They left Pohatu high in suplex fashion and slam him down to the mat below.

McDaniel: What a move! That superplex could put Pohatu out of commission!

Rentfro: Mark covers Pohatu...

1..

Not even a two as Matthew Engel breaks up the count. He runs over and knocks Wilkie off the apron and then laughs. Engel returns to his corner. Mark looks at Matt and walks over to their corner.

McDaniel: I wouldn't do that if I were you Mark...

Mark starts talking trash to Engel and Flynn...and even connects with a right hook on Engel. Engel manages to grab the ropes to prevent himself from falling. Instead of fighting back, Engel tags himself in.

Rentfro: That was unexpected! Flynn levels Mark with a right punch and Engel climbs onto the top turnbuckle, with his back to the ring. Instead of going for Mark, he hits the Euthanasia on Pohatu! WHAT A MOVE!!!

McDaniel: Are you KIDDING ME?!

Engel holds it for a pin, Flynn dropkicks McNasty, but forgets about Collins.

1..

2...

Collins breaks it up at the last second.

Rentfro: Damn that Collins! He's so sneaky.

McDaniel: Suddenly YOU'RE a fan?

Rentfro: Hey you gotta admit, that was good work right there.

McDaniel: True.

Engel gets to his feet and lands a huge sidekick on Collins, connecting with his jaw and sending him through the ropes and onto the apron. Engel gets Pohatu to his feet and hits a german suplex. He holds it, and hits another german suplex. Not letting go of Pohatu, he hits another! This one is released and Pohatu plunges into the mat.

Rentfro: That'll ruin your weekend! Pohatu needs to make a tag and get himself out of there...

Just as Brian says that, Pohatu -- landing near Grade A's corner -- makes a tag to Alex Wilkie. Wilkie steps through the ropes, but lands a few stomps on Pohatu. He puts Pohatu's head between his thighs, lifts Pohatu up so he's completely upside, and lands a devastating piledriver! Engel is relaxing in his corner, waiting for the ref to intervene.

McDaniel: Smart move by Matt there letting those two work out their differences...it's not like Pohatu can be pinned anymore.

Rentfro: Indeed.

Alex turns his attention to Matt. Matt taunts Alex, and Alex bites. Alex comes in with a hard right, but Matt dodges and connects with an elbow to Alex. Matt tries to come down with a double axe handle, but Alex sidesteps and wraps his arms around Matt. He hits a huge german suplex on Matt. Alex gets Matt to his feet, but Matt reverses with a low kick and an implant DDT. Alex gets to his feet, not really dazed by the DDT, and clotheslines Matt so hard that he does a flip in midair.

McDaniel: Good God! Matt was almost beheaded there!

Pohatu finally makes it back to his corner and recuperates with Collins at his side. McNasty is ancy in his corner, wanting to be tagged in. So is Flynn. Alex gives Flynn the middle finger and gets Matt to his feet. Alex slams his forearm onto Matt's back, and does it again multiple times. He whips Matt into the Grade A corner. Alex comes flying in with a body splash, and pancakes Matt into the corner. He tags Mark in and they double up on Matt, slamming him down to the mat with a double DDT.

McDaniel: Matt's head is gonna feel huge in the morning! He's getting pulverized out there!

Rentfro: The crowd is going nuts! They're loving the teamwork between Grade A Nastyness!

Mark gets Matt to his feet and Alex goes back to their corner. Mark hiptosses Matt down to the mat. He gets Matt back up and throws him into Flynn's corner. Mark is taunting Flynn to tag himself in. Matt finally comes to, but Flynn slaps Matt on the back. Matt turns, angry at Flynn, as he goes back to his corner.

McDaniel: Matt didn't like that at all..

Rentfro: Well...Flynn was doing what he thought was best for the team.

Flynn and Mark hook up in the ring. Mark takes Flynn down to one knee, overpowering him. But Flynn uses his quickness to sweep Mark off his feet. Mark gets back on them and dodges a right hand from Flynn, and delivers a knee to Flynn's stomach. Flynn sidesteps a forearm smash and connects with a roundhouse to the back of Mark's head. Mark staggers into the ropes, but gets turned around. Flynn sends him into the opposite side of the ropes and then Mark gets taken down by a twisting elbow smash from Flynn. Flynn springboards off the middle rope and connects with a frog splash and holds it for a pin. Wilkie, Pohatu, and Engel all enter the ring. Engel spears Wilkie.

1...

2...

Pohatu breaks it up.

McDaniel: Another close call there. I don't know how we're going to get a winner if this keeps happening!

Rentfro: Either someone's gonna get smart, or lucky. One has to happen!

Flynn gets to his feet, a little irritated. Alex is back in his corner, and Engel and Pohatu return to theirs. Flynn walks over to Mark, but Mark delivers a sharp kick to the abdomen of Flynn. Mark leaps toward Wilkie and makes the tag. Wilkie comes in and mows down Flynn with a clothesline. Flynn gets to his feet, only to get mowed down once more. Flynn hops back to his feet and Wilkie goes in for another, but Flynn dodges and Wilkie is met with a superkick! Wilkie collapses down to the mat.

McDaniel: Wilkie might have a separated jaw after that one!

Flynn gets Wilkie to his feet and whips him into Pohatu's corner. Flynn springboards off the middle rope, toward Wilkie, and connects with a forearm smash to Wilkie's face. Wilkie staggers out toward the middle of the ring, only to be taken down by a springboard dropkick from Jamie.

Rentfro: Jamie is all over those ropes!

McDaniel: He's using his quickness and daredevil tactics against the bigger guys...it's smart.

We can hear Engel in the corner, yelling at Flynn, telling him to tag him in. Flynn ignores Engel. Engel gets pissed.

McDaniel: Matt just needs to calm down and let Flynn finish this...

Rentfro: Now Matt is talking trash to his own teammate! What is he doing!?

Flynn turns around and stares at Matt. They start mouthing at each other and Engel is just getting more pissed with every second that goes by. Wilkie makes a tag to Pohatu and Pohatu comes storming in. He slams his forearm down on Flynn's back, and then hooks one of Flynn's arms with a half-nelson slam. Flynn hits the mat viciously. Pohatu stomps on Flynn a little bit and then drops a huge elbow onto Flynn's sternum.

McDaniel: Matt just cost his own teammate's momentum right there! Matt doesn't look disappointed at all.

Pohatu gets Flynn up to his feet and whips him into Engel's corner.

McDaniel: Pohatu wants some of Matthew Engel! He's telling him to tag himself in!

Rentfro: Wait, what is Matt doing?! He's leaving!

Matt hops off the apron and gives Pohatu the middle finger. Flynn comes to and notices that Matt is abandoning him. Flynn starts cursing him, but it's too late as Pohatu grabs Flynn by the head and drives Flynn to the mat with a hard right hand. Matt heads up the rampway, the crowd booing him loudly.

McDaniel: What the hell is wrong with him?! I've never heard a crowd boo an Engel before!

Rentfro: That was just low...I thought the Engels were all about pride and honor?

McDaniel: Me too...this thing between Matt and Corey has certainly changed Matt a lot...

Engel is almost backstage, when the arena lights go out.

Rentfro: Now what?!

We hear the scream of a woman's voice come over the arena. The lights go back on.

McDaniel: Was that a woman screaming?

Rentfro: Engel looks white as a ghost!

Indeed his previous anger changes first to shock and concern, and then hatred as he shoots a look up at Flynn. There is nothing but confusion in the ring. Engel then turns and bolts backstage.

McDaniel: I don't know what that was about, but Flynn looks like he's about to leave the ring!

Flynn makes a move through the ropes, but Pohatu doesn't let him off that easily as he grabs him, spins him and moves into an enziguri kick that levels Flynn back to the mat.

Rentfro: Collins starts motioning for a tag! He wants a high impact move here for the finish on the defenseless Flynn!

Pohatu seems hesitant, then grabs Flynn by the hair and moves to his corner and tags in his partner.

McDaniel: Collins sets up Flynn on his shoulders, Pohatu goes up top... they're looking for the finish!

Wilkie and McNasty have other ideas, as both of them move over to the corner and throw Pohatu from the turnbuckle.

Rentfro: Pohatu goes down on the outside! Collins panics and drops Flynn, who levels Collins with a right hand! Flynn finds Mark McNasty outside the ring, tags him in... and now Flynn is leaving!

Flynn moves through the ropes after tagging in McNasty and then starts heading toward the backstage area.

McDaniel: Is he chasing down his partner? Don't know, but Wilkie enters the ring and both man waste no time as they hoist Collins up onto the turnbuckle. They each underhook an arm, and take Jacob Collins up and over with a double Superplex!

Rentfro: There's no getting up from that!

Pohatu starts to move back toward the ring, but McNasty covers without hesitation. Wilkie kicks Pohatu off the apron just for good measure.

Rentfro: Cover!

1...

2...

3!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson:
And your winners of this match by pinfall... Grade 'A' Nastyness!!!!

McNasty and Wilkie celebrate their victory in the ring, as Collins rolls outside.

We cut to backstage, where Matthew Engel is frantically checking locker room after locker room. He's carrying a 2x4 that he seemingly picked up in the area.

Virus: Mia! Mia! It can't be.... Not again!

Flynn appears, out of breath and exhausted... Virus turns and throws him up against the wall, mad with rage.

Virus: WHERE IS SHE?!

Flynn looks honestly concerned.

Flynn: You gotta listen to me, Matt. Its not what you think...

Virus slams him harder against the wall.

Virus: What I think?! I don't know how you did it... I don't know why... But you better start talking!!

Flynn doesn't resist.

Flynn: Listen to me! Someone left me an envelope tonight... It was empty. I have no idea what it meant, but I realize someone's trying to get to you...

Virus backs off and lets him down... Just for a second.

Virus: Well they did.

From out of nowhere, he levels Flynn with the 2x4, knocking him unconscious. Virus spits on his partner, and shakes his head as he continues his search. A few moments later, and the suited man from earlier appears once more. He stands over the fallen Flynn, and motions for the camera to be cut.

McDaniel: Oh my... It seems Virus has snapped.

Rentfro: And what's with that suited guy? What's going on?

McDaniel: It can't be good... I heard Virus calling out the name of his wife, Mia. We can only hope this is resolved safely, but in Virus' current state of mind... That may not be possible.

 

#1 CONTENDERSHIP FOR THE I.C. CHAMPIONSHIP

KYLE STEVENSON VS. CIRCA

The cameras cut to the ring, where Eric Emerson stands in the center. He shuffles through his index cards, and then looks up towards the camera, bringing the microphone to his mouth.

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

HellTrain's Sleepless hits the PA as the fans cheer appropriately. A few seconds in, Circa walks out from behind the entrance curtain, running to either side of the ramp and pointing out to the crowd before hopping her way back to the top of the ramp. She headbangs a few times, stretches her legs out, and then begins walking down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 172 pounds, and standing at 5 feet, 8 inches tall...

McDaniel: Last week, Circa took on Karasu and Corey Lazarus in the semi-finals of the Who's The Man tournament, and though she didn't walk out the winner, she did have a very strong showing.

Rentfro: I couldn't agree more, Jon. She's hot, she's foreign, and when she wants to kick some ass she can!

Circa slides under the bottom rope, rising to her feet, and then hops up onto the middle rope in the corner, her arms raised in the air.

Eric Emerson: From Multan, Pakistan...

Circa hops down, and then runs the ropes, ending it with a carthweel into the center of the ring.

Eric Emerson: ...CIRCA!

Circa raises her arms up again, a wide smile on her face, and Sleepless dies down, replaced by the opening bass noises of Tool's Schism. The lights in the arena dim, strobelights coming up around the stage as smoke pours from behind the curtain.

Eric Emerson: And her opponent...

The song picks up, the guitar whining as Kyle Stevenson walks out from behind the curtain, his hair wet and covering his eyes.

Eric Emerson: Standing at 6 feet, 5 inches tall, and weighing in tonight at 225 pounds...

Stevenson walks slowly down the ramp, eyeing the ring intently.

Rentfro: Oh great, this loser...

McDaniel: C'mon, Brian! True, he doesn't own the greatest record in the PWA, but he's still a young kid, learning the ropes.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Huntington Beach, California...

Stevenson slides underneath the bottom rope, and then crawls slowly to his feet, his eyes focused solely on Circa. He backs up into his corner as the referee comes over to pat him down.

Eric Emerson: ...KYLE STEVENSON!

Schism dies down as the lights go back to normal, and the referee walks over to Circa, patting her down as well. Emerson steps out of the ring and walks down the ringsteps, taking a seat next to the timekeeper. The referee calls for the bell...

DING DING DING!

...and both Circa and Stevenson walk to the middle of the ring.

McDaniel: Circa is giving up nearly a foot in height to Stevenson, and close to 50 pounds, but what she lacks in size over Kyle she makes up for in experience.

Rentfro: Not to mention she came close to stealing the show last week.

McDaniel: You know, in many people's eyes, she did. Her hitting the Fall From Grace onto Karasu as he Superplexed Lazarus is currently found in the opening video for Rampage, and I've heard that it was the most searched PWA clip in GoTube history.

Rentfro: Good for her. Can't wait until her and this new Riley Howlett chick have themselves a bikini contest!

Stevenson and Circa stare each other down for a few moments, neither saying a word. Stevenson pushes his hair out of his face as Circa tucks hers behind her ears, and the two then lock up. Circa tosses Kyle to the mat with an armdrag, and holds onto it for an armbar, but Stevenson rolls forward and to his knees.

Rentfro: And Stevenson with a chop to Circa's succulent chest!

Fans: WHOOO!!!

Stevenson locks a side headlock onto Circa, who delivers a pair of forearms to his ribs before dropping him with a back suplex. Circa kips up to her feet as Kyle rolls to a knee, and Circa charges, but Stevenson slaps her leg out from under her, causing to her to fall to the mat, and Kyle covers.

1!

McDaniel: And Circa kicks out at 1. Both up, Stevenson with an Irish Whip...

Circa ducks a clothesline, hooking Kyle's arm, and then swings her legs around, wrapping them around his other arm before dragging him down with a crucifix.

1!

2!!

Rentfro: And a close call for Kyle.

Kyle gets to his feet, but is met with a chop to the chest by Circa.

Fans: WHOOO!!!

Circa whips Stevenson into the corner, and then charges in for a Splash, but Stevenson catches her, walks out, and then throws her over his head into the corner.

McDaniel: OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!

The fans cheer as Kyle gets to his feet, and then drags Circa to the center of the ring by her arm. He hits the ropes, and then leaps up to the top rope, kicking off of it and backflipping onto Circa.

McDaniel: Springboard Moonsault! 1! 2!!

Rentfro: And Circa kicks out!

Kyle bites his lower lip, brushing his hair back out of his eyes, and then brings Circa to her feet. He goes to whip Circa into the corner, but she reverses it, sending Stevenson in instead.

McDaniel: Stevenson back in the corner, Circa charges...

Rentfro: DANGEROUS KNEES!

Circa stands on the middle rope, her knee still against Kyle's face, and the referee begins the count, as Kyle is on the ropes.

Ref: 1! 2! C'mon, back off! 3!

Circa hops down from the middle rope, and then sends Kyle into the other corner. Stevenson leaps directly up to the top rope, and then leaps off backwards, corkscrewing around and connecting with a flying clothesline, knocking Circa to the mat. Stevenson crawls over and covers.

1!

2!!

3...KICKOUT!

McDaniel: And Stevenson can't believe Circa kicked out after that amazing springboard clothesline!

Rentfro: I wonder if this is what'll make Stevenson get that killer instinct.

Stevenson brings Circa back to her feet, and then doubles her over, locking on a standing butterfly hold.

McDaniel: Icepick attempt...NO!

Circa uses her momentum to roll over Kyle's shoulder, and she lands on her feet behind him. Stevenson turns around, and Circa boots him in the midsection before locking on a front facelock. She sticks her arm out to the side, and yells to the fans.

Circa: FLATLINER!!

McDaniel: Circa goes for the Flatliner...NO

Kyle picks Circa up in a fireman's carry before she can twist around fully, and then tosses her up, lifting up a knee.

McDaniel: And Circa catches Kyle's leg!

Circa throws Stevenson's leg down, locks on a front facelock, and quickly twists herself around, nailing a Cutter. Circa rolls Stevenson over, and then grabs his legs, flipping over with a jacknife pin.

1!

2!!

3!!!

**DING, DING, DING**

Circa gets up to her feet as the referee rushes over, raising her arm, and "Sleepless" comes back over the PA system.


Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW number 1 contender to the PWA Intercontinental title...

Circa rolls under the bottom rope, and then catches her breath as she jumps into the front row of fans, slapping high-five's with them.

Eric Emerson: ...CIRCA!!!

McDaniel: And Circa goes on to Who's The Man to face Mark McNasty and Pohatu for the Intercontinental title.

Rentfro:
Let's see if her momentum can take her to the gold, and I wonder how she's gonna feel now knowing it's another triple threat match!

McDaniel: It's not going to be easy!  Hey, some things up backstage!  

We fade to President Sommers walking down one of the many backstage hallways that our cameras have been all over tonight. He's holding a manilla folder in his right hand and checking his watch with the other. He finally gets to his office.

Chamelion: Well, Joe, I've got all your information here. Of course I've heard a lot about you, I know about your past in the AOWF and your radio gigs. Hell, I remember your brief stint here in the PWA oh so long ago.

The camera turns the corner into Sommers' office right with the President himself. The camera gets a peek inside to find out just who this "Joe" is. We see that it's none other than Joe BoXeR, another Engel brother. Of course, he doesn't go by Engel in his professional name.

Joe BoXeR: That's good to know.

The camera tries to sneak in more. We're under the impression this is a rather secret meeting between the two, since the President or Joe BoXeR made no such announcement about another wrestler joining the ranks.

Chamelion: I think you'll do fine here, Joe. Let's get started on the paperwork. Why don't you -- wait a second. What the hell?

President Sommers looks into the camera, surprised.

Chamelion: Get out!

The camera crew rushes out of Cham's office and the door closes behind them. We cut back to the ring with McDaniel and Rentfro.

McDaniel: What was THAT all about?

Rentfro: I have no idea, Jon. But I'm sure we'll find out soon! I wonder if we'll have yet ANOTHER Engel joining the wrestling ranks soon!

McDaniel: They're becoming the new Morans...

Rentfro: Except...

McDaniel: Never mind!! Now this next match speaks volumes when it comes to shocks and surprises!  Payton and Oddysey have both already been in matches tonight, but Payton's strong words and Warren's stubborness has lead to un-planned second TV title defense!! 

 

PWA TV Title Match #2

PAYTON STRADER (c) vs. ODDYSEY


DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match-up is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWA Television Title!

The lights dim as Rumors Of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated by Rise Against kicks up on the PA system. The guitar rocks throughout the arena and about twenty seconds in we finally have a voice to match the guitars and drums.

Warren Engel appears from backstage, receiving somewhat of an applause based on last name alone. He's family to a couple of superstars; some people know who he is. But, he's out to make his own name.

When I die will they remember not
What I did, but what I haven't done?
It's not the end I fear with each breath
It's life that scares me to death

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda...

Warren starts to make his way down the ring as red and silver pyros shoot off behind him. He's dressed in faded blue jeans, a black dress shirt, and a pair of Oakley's. His hair used to be spiked up in the front, but he's grown it out and wears it regular. His bangs cover the tops of his eyes as he reaches the ring.

Eric Emerson: ...he weighs two hundred and three pounds and stands just an inch under six feet...

Your words won't save me now
I'm at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow
Get a grip on yourself is what they say
Every hour, every day
Hands over my ears
I've been screaming all these years

He slides into the ring and hops to his feet. He yells out to the crowd to get'em pumped. Some react, some don't. He takes off his sunglasses and shirt to reveal a long-sleeve black athletic shirt.

Eric Emerson: ...he is WARREN "ODDYSEY" ENGEL!!

And now a hand's extending outward
Quiet comfort they invite
Do we dare take what they offer?
Do we step into the light?

Some of the crowd pops again as Warren relaxes in his turnbuckle, waiting.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Rock Springs, Wyoming...

Visual white noise fills your eyes and the speakers you listen to...silence ensues, after a brief three seconds of squinting your eyes and reaching for your volume knobs or remote controls...the screen goes to a prismatic fog...


a dark, undetermined voice : You've heard it said that living well...is the best revenge...

the prismatic fog begins to take life and begins to swirl, beginning to form three skulls, as an audio prismatic swirling static sound seems to animate the fog.

A dark, undetermined voice : ...living forever...is the best revenge...

Within the three prismatic and foggy skulls, now forming a crystal clear, solid state, the initials of TDR can be read within each one, as DLT's Official remix of Limp Bizkit's Crack Addict kicks in...the fog sucks you in through the right eye socket of the middle skull...

Fred Durst (screaming) : IT'S TIME TO PANIC!

You are visually taken on the inner tunnel of the crystal like socket of the skull, the prismatic fog behind the crystal socket tunnel is dancing and forming, as the visual continues twisting and turning, passing through patches of animated prismatic fog, escaping fron what appears like cracks forming in the socket...

Durst : I'm addicted to crackin' skulls who punk start static!

As if on cue, the journey through the eye socket tunnel explodes, crystal shards are flying through the prismatic fog and you are racing through a timeless, speeding void of crystal shards and prismatic fog. If it weren't for the fog, you could almost see the glimmers of distant stars in space behind it.

Background of Durst (singing) : It's tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime...

Prismatic static follows and begins to form the crystal tunnel of the eye socket again, however, the speed rushing forwards seems to instantly cease and begans to retract where it's energy came from, in reverse.

Fred Durst (screaming) : IT'S TIME TO PANIC!

Background of Durst (singing) : It's tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime...

You are thrust out of the eye socket, all of the roaming pieces of crystals reform and solidify as three crystal skulls, the initials of TDR appearing with each, but this time, the initials burn prismatig fog flames...they explode once again, the prismatic static appears and begins to take shape, as the hydraulic lift begins to lift Payton Strader into view.


Durst : I'm addicted to crackin' skulls who punk start static!

His arms are outstretched...his face hidden in the hood of his black trenchcoat...his leather gloved hands are spread fingered. He raises his head slightly, only to give the spiraling spotlights hints of the dark grey face paint of a furious skull underneath. The pyros send down a waterfall of fiery sparks to overflow the falling prismatic fog. The hydraulic lift raises TDR to the level of the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: He stands six foot four inches...and weighs two hundred and seventy five pounds...

TDR sneers and walks down the entrance ramp, his PWA TV Title strapped around his waist. Ramp pyros go off with each step he takes, brilliantly sending an upward V pattern of sparks into the air. He breaks stride and shedding his trenchcoat, belly slides into the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is the three most feared initials in sports entertainment history...ladies and gentlemen, your PWA Television Champion.. The Dream Reaper...PAYTON STRADER!!!

As he climbs each turnbuckle, he pounds his fist into his chest and points upwards to the sky a moment, before outstretching his hands, for the thousands of photo flashes going off throughout the arena.

McDaniel: I can't believe Sommers is letting this happen...Payton defending the title twice in one night?

Rentfro: You act as if it was Sommers idea...

The ref signals for the bell as both wrestlers nod to being ready.

McDaniel: It wasn't, but still. Oddy is just a rookie and Payton is one of the more experienced wrestlers here...

DING DING DING!

TDR and Oddy confront each other, TDR towering over the young rookie. Oddy lays into TDR with lefts and rights, kicks him low, and goes into the ropes. Oddy comes back with a flying forearm smash that connects to the side of TDR's head. TDR staggers back, and then gets dropkicked to the ground. TDR gets back up as Oddy comes in with more assault, but TDR blocks and shoulder tackles Oddy to the mat. Oddy gets back up, only to get clotheslined back down to the mat. Oddy gets back up again, and is grabbed by the throat.

McDaniel: Oh God! This could already be over!

Rentfro: Payton lifts Oddy up into the air...and CHOKESLAM! The crowd goes nuts! Payton hooks the leg...

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Payton is very surprised there that he kicked out of that hellacious chokeslam.

Rentfro: It's still early, I guess...

TDR gets Oddy up to his feet and swings him into the ropes. Oddy comes back and gets caught in the mid section with a knee, doubled over. TDR wraps his arms around the waist of Oddy, lifting him up and flipping him onto TDR's shoulders, then slams Oddy down to the mat.

McDaniel: Another big move there from Payton!

Rentfro: Payton hooks the leg...

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Warren's not ready to give up just yet. But if this keeps up, he won't have a choice.

Rentfro: Indeed.

TDR bites his lip a bit as he gets Oddy to his feet. He unloads lefts and rights on Oddy and tosses him into the corner. TDR comes running in with a corner clothesline, but Oddy steps out and connects his elbow to TDR's face. TDR staggers back, and Oddy comes off the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick, sending TDR across the ring. Oddy drops to a knee to recuperate a bit, but that's interrupted when Payton gets back to his feet. Oddy comes running in and TDR tries for a quick lariat, but Oddy ducks and gets behind the big man and connects with an inverted DDT! Oddy covers TDR...

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2...

3 -- No! Payton got the shoulder up at the last second.

McDaniel: Damn! A near-fall on the TV Champ there!

Rentfro: Oddy's got some life in him after all...

TDR gets brought up to his feet by Oddy, but reverses with a couple of elbow smashes to the midsection and face of Oddy. Payton wraps his right arm around the throat and chest of Oddy, chucking Oddy's arm behind him. He wraps his right leg around Oddy's and then flings backwards, planting Oddy's face into the mat. TDR gets up and lays down a few boots and elbow drops on Oddy, and then goes into the ropes. TDR comes back with a huge leg drop. TDR off the ropes again and connects with an even bigger knee drop onto Warren's head.

McDaniel: Good God! Oddy's taking a beating now! The crowd is going wild here for the TV Champ!

Rentfro: We are hearing a few chants for Warren Engel, however.

McDaniel: People love the underdog!

TDR gets Oddy to his feet and lifts Oddy up in a fireman's carry. He swings Oddy off his shoulders and drops him down for a huge neckbreaker! The crowd goes even crazier as TDR covers Oddy for the pin.

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2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Wow! Payton just can't seem to put Oddy away!

Rentfro: The kid's got a lot of perseverance...but you gotta wonder how much longer he can last.

TDR gets to his feet, allowing Oddy to do so as well. They're on opposite sides of the ring now. TDR nods at Oddy, showing a sign of respect. They lock horns in the middle, but TDR overpowers Oddy. Oddy is down to one knee, but uses his leverage to hip toss TDR over him. Oddy uses his speed to go against the ropes and come back with a running Senton bomb. He connects over the chest of TDR. Oddy gets TDR to his feet, but that assault is quickly ended when TDR kicks Oddy low and DDT's him to the mat. Oddy rolls over and uses the ropes to get back to his feet. TDR smiles, wondering what he's got to do to put him away.

McDaniel: That kid doesn't know when to stay down! He's only getting himself more and more hurt.

Rentfro: You sound like his Mommy...let him do what he wants. Plus, he's getting more chants from what I can hear.

Indeed...there are more ODDY! ODDY! chants now than chants for The Dream Reaper. TDR grabs Oddy by the head and picks him up in suplex fashion. He leaps up into the air, twisting Oddy toward him, and drops Oddy down on his head between TDR's leg. A huge screwdriver. Oddy is grabbing his head as TDR lays some boots to him. TDR gets Oddy back to his feet and tosses him into the corner. TDR lifts Oddy onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up the ropes himself. Oddy tries to fight back, delivering stiff lefts and rights to the body and face of TDR, but it's pointless. TDR gets Oddy in a facelock and comes off the ropes with a Tornado DDT! Oddy looks laid out.

McDaniel: WHAT A MOVE! That's gotta be it for the young rook!

Rentfro: Payton hooks the leg...

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3! -- Wait, no! Oddy had his foot on the bottom rope!

McDaniel: Wow! What a save there! He might be young and inexperienced, but where most would've just given up, he found that rope.

Rentfro: Alright...enough with the preaching...

TDR is a little frustrated now, but pleased with the young rookie. Oddy starts to come to life as he gets to one knee with help from the ropes. He gets to his feet, and TDR looks over at him. Oddy is bleeding out of his forehead, and taunting TDR.

McDaniel: What is he DOING!? That kid's insane.

Rentfro: ODDY! ODDY! ODDY!

McDaniel: What the hell are YOU doing, Brian?

Rentfro: What everybody else is doing! Can't you hear it?!

Indeed, the crowd is going nuts for Oddy for not giving up and giving them a good show. TDR smiles, and then goes over to Oddy. Oddy comes at him with a haymaker that connects and staggers TDR back a bit, but Oddy tries for another and TDR blocks it. TDR wraps up Oddy's arm and smashes his elbow into Oddy's face. TDR wraps up Oddy's other up, tucking Oddy's head to his left side. He lifts Oddy up off the ground and drops him into the mat with a double arm DDT.

McDaniel: THE DREAM STING! That's it! Stick a fork in him, he's done!

Rentfro: What the hell is Payton doing?

Instead of pinning the young rookie, Payton lays down on the mat and puts Oddy's arm over his chest. He yells at the ref, and demands him to count.

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3!!

McDaniel: What the hell? He just gave up the match, and his title!

Rentfro: There's gotta be an explanation for this...

Eric Emerson: ...and your winner...and new PWA Television Champion... WARREN "ODDYSEY" ENGEL!!

TDR gets up, and helps Warren up to his feet. Warren has no idea what's going on, or what just happened. He's dazed from the Sting. TDR grabs the mic out of Eric Emerson's hand and begins to talk.

TDR: I got bigger fish to fry, son. You earned this title tonight, don't let anyone tell ya different. You never gave up, and I respect that entirely. You wanna be da future of this place? Here's yer chance.

TDR hands Warren the Television Title. He raises Warren's arm and his arm up in the air. The crowd goes nuts, despite TDR losing on purpose. We may never know why for sure this happened, but rest assured Warren plans to defend that belt as best he can and make it worthy. TDR slides out of the ring and Warren holds the title in the air once more, the crowd reacting pleasantly. I'm sure they would've loved if either man one, but I guess they're excited the underdog, the guy people thought that didn't stand a chance, won.

McDaniel: A strange turn of events here...TDR giving up the title out of respect for Warren? You don't see that happen too often.

Rentfro: Respect is a lost thing here in the PWA sometimes...but to see it happen between two men is remarkable.

McDaniel: Alright folks, we're going to cut to commercial break and then we'll be back with our big match for the evening.

MAIN EVENT

PROJECT X, THE PHOENIX, MIGHT & MAGIC 
vs. 
ENIKA ENGEL, COREY LAZARUS, SIRUS & RANDALL MORAN

McDaniel: Well folks, we are sure in for one hell of a match here.

Rentfro: Uh-doy.

Eric Emerson: The following is for one fall, and is a four on four tag match! Introducing first, they are the PWA Tag Team Champions,

“More Human than Human” by White Zombie begins to play. On the big screen, we see footage of Sirus and Randall together with Al’. After a few seconds, the two finally walk out, entourage in toe. Sirus has Al’ in hand, and Randall has decided to grace us with “baby.” Behind Randall is his wife Judy. Sirus and Randall reach the ring, and walk around it to their corner. Sirus sits Al’ in the corner under the post, and Randall hands “baby” to Judy. They remove their PWA Tag titles, and hand them to a ref, before the two then get up on the apron, and holds arms up to the fans. 

Eric Emerson: Now, introducing next, the number one contender for the PWA title. 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, quite excited on this eve - 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!!!!"

She was a little disappointed that she didn't at least get her height and weight called in, but it was no matter...


###
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 carefully pushing to her feet.

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

McDaniel: Wow, she looks banged up.

Rentfro: Oh yeah, cause you totally wouldn’t if Project X slammed you through a mat from thirty feet up.

Enika now in the ring, walks over to her corner. She gets outside the ropes, and Sirus pats her on the back. She looks at him, and he gives her a huge smile before holding his hand up for a high five. Enika just stares as Randall grabs the back of Sirus’ shirt, and pulls him back.

Rentfro: DENIED!

McDaniel: Oh come on, we all know Sirus has a family.

Rentfro: No, YOU come on. I was just making a joke, and you have to go and be all serious. Yeash.

Eric Emerson: And, introducing last for their team,

An old fashioned, black and white film countdown rolls, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.  A trio of drum rolls blare over the PA system, and rather than being followed by two bars of basslines, the song goes right into its first verse as Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price walk out from behind the curtain, Lazarus marching intently down to the ring with a cast over his right hand, and Price trying to keep up.

~IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, BABY~
~DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I WANT YOU~


Eric Emerson: he is a finalist in the “Who’s the Man” tournament.

Laz makes straight for the ring.

~IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, HONEY~

Lazarus and Price stop at the bottom of the ramp, and Corey takes off his Ray Ban's, handing them to Price, who slides them into his inner coat pocket.

~DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I'LL ALWAYS BE TRUE~

The bridge of the song plays, and Corey hops up onto the ring apron, looking around the arena as Price walks up the ringsteps.

~OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME~

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...

~AND TAKE MY HAND~

Lazarus steps between the top and middle rope, walking into the center of the ring as Price stays on the apron.


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

~OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME~
~AND WALK THIS LAND~

Lazarus drops to a knee, his fist placed on the mat and his head bowed as the end of the chorus comes.

~PLEASE, TAKE MY HAND~

Lazarus bobs his head to the beat of the drums, and then jumps to his feet, his arms out to his sides, but the usual smirk absent from his face.


Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

Lazarus goes straight into his corner, and gets onto the apron by Enika. He gets very close to her and begins talking with her. Behind him, Price is looking over at Judy.

Eric Emerson: Now, introducing first for their opponents, they are the number one contenders to the teag team titles. This is the team of Might and Magic, accompanied by “Fantastic Andy Stricklin”, The Dragon, and Moke Doshky!

The arena lights turn red as Rammstein's "Amerika" plays over the PA. Fantastic Andy Stricklin comes out onto the entrance ramp in his usual garish attire. As the music picks up, he motions to the entry-way and out runs The Dragon. Lumbering behind him comes "The World's Strongest Man" Moke Doshky. Stricklin leads Dragon and Doshky to the ring, holding the ropes for Doshky, which Moke ignores, stepping over the top rope and into the ring. Dragon comes behind him though, and goes through the rope. Stricklin steps down, as Might and Magic walk to their corner, and begin talking.

McDaniel: Quite the tag team we have in the ring. They could really prove to be a challenge for the Brother Grimms at Who’s The Man.

Rentfro: I wonder if someone would sue us if I started calling the Grimms the BG’s.

McDaniel: Oh lord.

They stop for a second, and look across the ring. Randall has a death stare pointed at them, and Sirus is waving.

Rentfro: Wow…really?

McDaniel: Haven’t you learned nine times out of ten not to take what Sirus does literally?

Eric Emerson: Next, he is a finalist in the “Who‘s the Man“ tournament, Phoenix!

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria 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. He walks over to Might and Magic and high fives Dragon, while Moke pats him on the head like a little kid. Moke smiles as Phoenix looks up at him with a “stop that” look.

Eric Emerson: And finally, he is the PWA World Champion; Project X!

The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of green strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Spaceman" by Babylon Zoo hits the PA system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the outline of Project X can be made as he jogs on the spot, trying to psych himself up. The PWA title shines on his waist. While 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. He stops just outside the ring, and as the camera looks up, we can clearly see the other seven men in the ring have noticed his belt. PX steps up onto the apron, and walks to the center of the ring. He undoes his PWA title and holds it out for the ref, as he stares at the opponent’s side of the ring. His eyes give away emotion as his lifeless mask just stares. PX goes back towards his corner, as the other three men start asking who will start. Before much can happen though,

“Come with Me” Begins to blare through the arena, sending the fans to their feet.


McDaniel: And it appears President Sommers has decided to make his presence felt in this match!

Chamelion walks out onto the stage, mic in hand. He has a smile on his face as he stops at the top of the ramp, and looks out to the crowd. He finally holds up the mic, and speaks.

Chamelion: Well, what an impressive line up we have in the ring. Half our champions and their respective pay-per-view contenders, as well as our two Who’s the Man finalist. You guys are some of the best PWA has.

Chamelion gives the crowd a second to pop. We quickly see the ring, and see all eight competitors looking up the ramp. We flash back to Chamelion.

Chamelion: And as I hope I’ve made clear by now, the PWA is about great fighters, and great matches. And, in the interest of giving the fans the best possible matches we can, tonight and at the pay-per-view, I came to the decision that all you little extras around ring side, you guys can go ahead and leave.

Rentfro: WO!

McDaniel: President Sommers just ejected Judy Moran, Al’, Fantastic Andy Stricklin , AND Gregory Price.

Randall gets off the apron to kiss Judy. He takes “baby” from her, as she gets Al’ off the ring and starts to go to the back. Moke and Dragon seem to be angered, but Stricklin just goes. Price however is screaming for a mic. He finally gets one, and speaks.

Price: Hold on there Sommers, if you’d do your homework, you’d know that Corey Lazarus’ contract says I am allowed to be ring side for EVERY match Corey is in. So unless you want to drag me out personally, I’ll be staying right here.

Chamelion just smirks on the stage, before replying.

Chamelion: If it's in the contract, fine, but keep your nose clean, Kiddo.

As the others who have been thrown out walks to the back, Chamelion turns, and goes to follow them back. But he stops right at the curtain, and looks down the ramp.

Chamelion: Give them a hell of a match guys. NOW RING THAT BELL!

As Chamelion walks to the back, the ref signals for the bell. Lazarus is more than willing to start as he climbs into the ring. As the others are talking it over, he runs into the corner, and throws himself into Project X. PX flies off the apron, and slams into the ground. A quick groan erupts from the fans, as Corey backs away, and taunts Phoenix to come get him. Phoenix jumps over the top rope, and runs for Corey. Corey goes for a hard side kick, but Phoenix jumps high in place. As he does, he rolls his torso back, and extends his legs, nailing Corey in the chest with a dropkick. Corey slams to the mat, and you see obvious discomfort from his arm hitting. He sucks it up, and gets right back to his feet though. Phoenix goes for a spin kick, but Laz knocks his leg away. And, as Phoenix spins back, Corey nails him in the stomach with a forearm. Now bent over, Corey performs a dropping elbow on the back of Phoenix’s neck; taking both of them to the mat. Phoenix’s face is driven straight into the ground, and it looks like his neck is put at a nasty angle. Corey doesn’t let up though, he sits Phoenix up straight, and runs to the ropes. As he comes back, he delivers a stiff kick into Phoenix’s chest. The sound echoes in the arena, and we can see some scared faces on some women in the front row. Phoenix uses the momentum from the kick to roll backward, and towards the ropes. He quickly goes out under the bottom rope, and looks in the ring. Lazarus is coming at Phoenix with a Tope Suicida. BUT, Phoenix jumps in the air, and NAILS Lazarus in the face with a hard dropkick. The force stops Corey’s face, but not the rest of his body. Corey does a 180 in the air, before falling straight to the ground on his back!

Rentfro: DAMN!

McDaniel: I’m willing to say Corey just got BURNED by Phoenix.

McDaniel starts to laugh, but looks at Rentfro who has a face of stone, and stops.

Phoenix jumps up, and comes down on Corey with a leg drop across the throat. As Phoenix jumps up, Corey is coughing from the mini beating he just got. Phoenix looks smug as he bends over and picks Corey up. Corey won’t be put down that easy though. In a split second, he swings his cast up, and nicks Phoenix in the face. Phoenix stumbles back, and Corey jumps in the air and nails Phoenix with a shin to the face. Phoenix stumbles back until hes against the ring apron. Corey runs forward, and nails a knee lift on Phoenix; smashing him between the leg and the ring. Phoenix falls to a knee, as Corey walks to the side, smiling as some girls in the front row. He holds up a finger, as if to say one second, before turning, and running at Phoenix. Corey nails Phoenix in the side of the head with a kick, that sends Phoenix to the ground. At this point, the ref is hanging out of the ring, screaming for them to get back in.


McDaniel: The ref seems to be letting some things slide tonight.

Rentfro: Well duh. If he ends this match early, the fans are likely to skin him!

Lazarus lazily walks to Phoenix, and picks him up. Lazarus then rolls him in the ring, and follows after. Corey stands above Phoenix, and bends over. He slides two fingers into the eye holes of Phoenix’s mask, and starts pulling Phoenix up like this. However, Phoenix doesn’t take this lightly. He shoves Corey off him, and performs a jumping spin kick. Corey gets a boot to the jaw, and falls to the mat. As the fans boo, Phoenix lands on his stomach and pushes up, trying to get to his corner. Corey has his hand on his face, holding his eyes. He goes to sit up, and almost falls back; until he uses his arm to brace himself at a 45 degree angle. Corey tries to rolls so he can go after Phoenix, but the red boot imprint on his face shows he is hurting. Phoenix gets to one knee near his corner, and uses his energy to throw himself to Moke Doshky’s out stretched hand. The boos of the fans can be heard as Moke climbs over the top rope. He has an evil, yet excited, smile on his face as he approaches Lazarus. Moke reaches down, and grabs Corey around the throat. Moke lifts Corey up past his toes, and smiles at the man. Corey uses his one good hand to try and fight, but it doesn’t seem to be doing any good. Corey seems to be fading as he looks out to Greg Price, and signals. Price jumps on the apron, and the ref runs over. With Price distracting the ref, Corey drills Moke with his cast. The big man goes cross eyed for a second as he lefts Corey drop. Corey lands on one knee, and with a second wind, jumps up for a Hurricanrana. Moke is taken to the mat, and Corey stumbles to his feet. Price sees Corey up, and gets off the apron. The ref is a little surprised when he sees Moke on the mat, but he can’t do much. Corey goes to his corner, and tags in Randall Moran. Randall gets in, and sees a tiny bit of blood starting to come down the center of Moke’s head. He just shakes it off, before a small smirk comes to his face. He rolls the out cold Moke onto his stomach, and puts on the Infinite Jest. Dragon seems a bit upset by this in his corner as he starts screaming for Moke to “Get that monkey off your back.” Moke finally begins to come to, and he doesn’t seem very happy to have a man half his size, riding him like a pony. Moke starts trying to rolls side to side to get his hands out, but when Randall senses this is going to end bad, he quickly lets go of the move, and just nails a double axe handle to the top of Moke’s head. As the big man grabs his head, Randall grabs his arms Moke’s arms, and goes for a version of the rings of Saturn.

Rentfro: Ouch. If this is a sign of how WTM will play out, Might and Magic might as well no show.

The Dragon has seen enough. He hops the ropes, and does a running dropkick to the face of Randall. Sirus doesn’t hesitate to get in the ring, and he darts over to Dragon. Sirus grabs him by the back of the head, and throws him through the middle ropes to the floor. Sirus dusts his hands clean, before he walks back to Randall. Randall says he is fine, and Sirus leaves the ring. Phoenix jumps off the apron and walks to the downed Dragon to check on him. Moke has gotten to his feet, while Randall is on his knees. Moke walks over and quickly puts his foot on Randall’s chest. While like this, Moke shoves backwards, and slams Randall to the mat. Moke then bends over, and grabs Randall’s ankle.

McDaniel: What’s he going for here?

Moke then actually lifts Randall into the air, just by the ankle.

Rentfro: That…is horrifying.

Randall doesn’t freak. As Moke is laughing and looking at the crowd, Randall subtly starts swinging towards Moke’s ankle. He takes one finally swing, and pulls back an arm. When he swings towards the big man’s foot, he slams a fist into the side of the huge boot. Moke lets out a grunt as he drops Randall. Randall looks up, and sees the big man’s body coming down towards him.

Rentfro: SOMEONE CALL A DOCTOR!

Unfortunately, the big man tumbles to the ground, landing with the bulk of his body on Randall’s head.

McDaniel: JESUS H CRACKER!

Randall’s legs shoot into the air. Screams come from ringside, and Sirus is covering his eyes on the outside.

McDaniel: The saddest part of this is, Randall would think that was funny if it didn’t happen to him.

As crazy as it is, this counts as a pin. The ref gets down, and since he can’t even see Randall’s shoulders, he starts his count.


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And its broken up by Sirus and Enika, as they both come in, grab Randall’s legs, and pull him free. The ref isn’t too happy, but Sirus doesn’t even try to chat; he goes straight back out. Enika kicks the Russian once, before walking back to the corner. Randall is seeing birds as he lays, unmoving, on the mat. Back in Moke’s corner, Dragon and Phoenix has been gotten back on the apron, and Dragon wants a piece of someone after being embarrassed. Moke sees this, and lumbers over to the corner. Still holding his head, he tags in Dragon. Dragon jumps in, and runs directly for the downed Moran. He stops right before Randall, and hit’s a flipping leg drop. As Randall’s legs pop up, Dragon hooks on.


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Kickout!

Dragon looks angered that Randall managed to kick. He stands, and runs to the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a elbow drop. However, he doesn’t get the chance as Randall gets a foot straight up. The side of Dragon’s face SLAMS into it, and he stumbles backwards. Randall gets to his knees, and grabs Dragon around the waist from the front. He quickly stands, and uses the adrenilin rush to lift Dragon up and over for a hard belly to belly. Randall doesn’t let go though, and connects with a very original bridge pin.


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Phoenix breaks it up. Phoenix starts stomping away on Randall, and Sirus comes in. But Moke manages to get back in the ring after catching his breath, and he goes for Sirus. PX decides hes sat on the side long enough, and he too comes in. Enika and Corey come in to even the odds. Enika runs straight for PX and spears him to the outside, through the middle rope. They both go tumbling outside. The ref is in Phoenix’s face, and can’t see Moke come from behind. Moke slams a fist into the back of the ref, sending him to the mat. Phoenix high fives Moke, but Randall, who is on his knees, sees this and turns a firey ref.


McDaniel:…oh bad move.

Rentfro: For anyone not in the “know”…Randall doesn’t take ref violence very well.

Randall abandons the downed Dragon, and rolls to the outside. He walks over to “baby”, and picks her up. Randall is on pure adrenaline as he rolls back in. Corey and Sirus are fighting with Phoenix and Moke, so they don’t see Randall coming from behind. Randall winds up, and slams “baby” into the back of Moke’s head. This causes Moke to stumble forward, directly into the Wrong Hand of Doom. Moke is knocked onto his back. Corey goes for a kick, but Phoenix catches. Corey doesn’t blink before he goes for an enziguri. But, Phoenix ducks, and throws Corey’s foot. Corey loses his balance, and Phoenix is about to swing for a punch, but he gets a club to his back by Randall and “baby” for his trouble. With Moke and Phoenix down, Sirus and Randall use their feet to roll them out. Corey mean while goes out to help Enika against PX; and he couldn‘t have better timing. PX swings for Enika, but she ducks. She goes for a swing, but PX knocks her arm away. When he does, she takes a step towards him, and PX grabs her by the neck. You can almost see the smile under his mask…until Corey jumps and slams his side into PX. PX stumbles forward, letting Enika go. Enika instantly strikes, nailing a forearm to PX’s face. Back in the ring, Randall has taken this time to help the ref up. With the ref back, Randall wipes some blood from his nose, and walks to the corner; he then tags in Sirus. Sirus comes in, and pulls Dragon to his feet. Sirus goes in for a grapple, and nails a slam suplex. With Dragon down, Sirus goes for a chin lock. As Dragon struggles, Sirus rolls his legs to Dragon’s side, and hooks a crossface. Dragon groans as Sirus cranks for leverage, and Sirus just has a focused look on his face. We look in the corner, and PX is back in his corner. After a moment of the ref asking if Dragon gives, he yells no. Sirus seems board of the move, and he lets go. He then pulls Dragon to his feet, and throws him to the ropes. Dragon comes back, and as Sirus grabs for him, Dragon vaults over Sirus. Sirus turns to grab for Dragon as he comes back this time. But, Dragon drops and slides between Sirus’ legs. Dragon then quickly pulls Sirus’ legs out from under him; causing Sirus to slam to the mat. Dragon hops to his feet, and does a cross between a limp, and a run, to his corner. He tags Project X on the chest, before getting out. Project X stares at Dragon as he gets out, but lets it go. He goes over the top rope, and begins walking towards Sirus. Sirus sees the big man coming, and urgency comes to his face. Regardless of what Sirus thinks of PX, he doesn’t want any opponent to catch him face down on the mat. Sirus gets one leg up, but it isn’t quick enough. Project X grabs his pony tail, and lifts. Sirus puts his hands back, trying to pry PX’s hands off. But, PX slips Sirus’ head under his arm, and connects with a reverse DDT. Project X then rolls onto Sirus, and grabs the side of his head. PX begins to violently slam Sirus’ head into the mat. Enika becomes angry, and start screeching at PX. PX stops what he is doing, and looks up. Enika flips him off, and PX looks down at Sirus’ head in his hands. PX then stands up, and grabs Sirus by the head. PX throws Sirus at the corner, and crosses his arms; looking at Enika. The fans are on the edge of their seats as Enika looks even angrier at PX’s show of confidence. She tags Sirus, and as the ref slaps two hands together over his head, the fans go nuts!

McDaniel: Here we go!

Rentfro: Project X and Enika Engel!

Enika grabs the rope, jumps up onto the top rope, and jumps for PX. With the quick burst of speed, she manages to hook her legs around his neck, and hit a huricanrana. PX flips and lands on the mat, and Enika uses her speed to nail a quick dropkick to the side of the head, of the downed PX. PX rolls, holding his face. Enika takes the opportunity to get on PX’s chest, and begins pounding away at his face. After six vicious hits, PX grabs her fist. He quickly twists, causing her to let out a barely audible groan. PX then uses his other arm to grab her around the throat. Enika doesn’t let PX get away with this. She uses her free arm to punch his elbow, hard. PX lets out a grunt from under his mask, and lets go. Enika then stands as best she can with her arm twisted, and brings a boot down on PX’s face.

Rentfro: This girl is relentless.

PX lets go of her arm, and Enika goes to a corner. She climbs towards the top turnbuckle, and goes for a swanton splash. PX manages to roll out of the way at the last second though, and Enika splats into the canvas. She holds her back while letting out a groan, and PX uses the time to stand. He reaches down, and wraps his hand in Enika’s hair. Project X then drags her up, and she tries digging her nails into his hand. PX thinks quick though, and starts shaking her by the hair. Enika falls to her knees, and PX slams a huge fist down on her shoulder. In the corner, Lazarus looks furious. PX lifts his tree trunk arm, and brings down another fist as the fans boo. Corey can’t take anymore, and hops in. He comes from behind PX, and kicks him in the back of the knee. With PX stunned and down to his knees, Corey soccor kicks PX in the spine. PX cringes as he lets Enika go. She stands, and sees Corey.

McDaniel: Enika looks almost upset Corey got involved.

Rentfro: She probably doesn’t like the idea of being saved.

PX only needs the split second distraction to lash out and grab both of them with his hands around the throat. He goes to lift them, but they both knee him in the gut. As he slumps over, Enika puts a hand on his face; winds up; and nails a hard fist to his face. PX stumbles back to his corner, and we see Phoenix slap him on the back. PX’s body language shows some confusion as Phoenix vaults him. He sprints towards Enika, as the ref shoves Corey towards the ropes. Enika swings, but Phoenix ducks. He then nails a diving lariat, that causes Enika to stumble backwards. With whiplash force, her head snaps back, and hit’s the top turnbuckle; causing her to slump into the corner. Sirus reaches down, and tags her. He gets into the ring, and throws a forearm at Phoenix. Phoenix grabs it and twists. Sirus is flips over onto his back, and still holding onto the arm, Phoenix does another leg drop. Phoenix stands, and with Lazarus hanging half over the ropes; arm coming for him, Phoenix starts dragging Sirus towards Phoenix’s corner. Sirus reaches up, and grabs Phoenix’s shoulder to brace himself. He turn pulls Phoenix towards him, and puts both feet in the air. Sirus then gets his legs around Phoenix’s head, and flips him. Phoenix lands on his back, next to Sirus. Sirus grabs Phoenix’s arm, and tries for an armbar. But, while Sirus already has Phoenix’s arm, Phoenix rolls his hand so he also grabs Sirus’ arm. He then swings his body on the ground, and nails Sirus in the face with a boot. Now on top of Sirus, Phoenix starts punching. Randall tries to come in, but Moke comes in to deny him. Randall tries to punch, but Moke throws his arm to the side, and punches back. Moke quickly advances on Randall till his back is against the ropes. Moke then bends and head butts Randall. As Randall is flipping over the ropes, when his legs are up, he wraps them around Moke’s torso, and takes him with him. The two hit hard on the mat outside. Back in the ring, Phoenix is dishing out left and rights. Enika is finally back to her feet, and she goes charging for Phoenix. But, Project X, distraught with not finishing his blood lust, goes for Enika. She does manage to throw Phoenix off Sirus; but is rushed by Project X a second later. He grabs her head and chucks her out of the ring. You can imagine a smile is on his beaten face, as he climbs out after her. With Enika being attacked on the outside, Lazarus is about to go to her aid, until he sees the Dragon trying to go for Sirus. Corey spits out a few profanities, before he decides to take care of the Dragon as quick as he can. Corey hops in, and goes for a quick kick combo. Dragon moves like a tiger though. Corey kicks low, Dragon jumps. If Corey goes for a mid kick, Dragon leans back. And when Corey goes for a high kick, the Dragon ducks. Corey finally goes for a high side kick, and Dragon ducks. But, Corey was faking, and he does a spinning roundhouse on the ground. This causes Dragon to fall on his back, allowing Corey to hit a Somersault Senton. With Dragon dazed, Corey rolls Dragon out in the direction of Enika. Back in the ring, Phoenix sits, and shakes off the hit from Enika. Sirus is pushing up to his knees, but is facing away from Phoenix. Phoenix turns, and sees the dazed Sirus. A smile creeps onto his face, as he possibly feels the end is near. Phoenix gets behind Sirus, and as he stands, Phoenix quietly starts to stand. When Sirus is up, Phoenix blindsides him with a forearm to the head. Sirus is dazed, and Phoenix spins him around, and grabs him for The Flame! Sirus wiggles, but Phoenix manages to nail it. He covers.


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Ding! Ding! Ding!

The Final Countdown begins to play, as Phoenix rolls off Sirus, and onto his back. Phoenix takes a deep breath as everyone on the outside looks in. Moke and Randall both stall for a second to look. Corey and Enika both punch PX, causing him to slump. When the bell rings, they are both caught off guard. PX takes the opportunity to lunge at Corey. PX spins, and chucks Corey up and over the guard rail.


Eric Emerson: Your winners, Phoenix, Might and Magic, and Project X!

Enika turns back in time to see Corey fly into the second row. She screams as she goes for a hard side kick. But, PX catches her foot, and throws it down. This causes her to stumble forwards. PX bends, and wraps her in a bear hug. Without hesitation, PX starts running towards the corner post. As he gets to it, he almost throws Enika at the pole, back first. She SLAMS into the pillar, and falls to the ground as the audience lets out an “OHHHH.”

Rentfro: This is REALLY messed up.

Phoenix now slides out of the ring, and looks at PX. The two nod, and Phoenix goes to help Dragon up, from where Corey left him. Phoenix tells Dragon to keep these guys busy, while he and PX take care of Enika. While Phoenix suddenly goes towards the time keeper, PX picks up the limp Enika, and starts walking up the ramp. Back with Phoenix, he screams at the time keeper to move. Phoenix then grabs the bell, and the chair the man was sitting in. We flash back to the ramp, when Phoenix is caring Enika up the ramp, over his shoulder. Phoenix comes running up next to him; bell in one hand, chair in the other.

McDaniel: Someone stop these two!

They get to the curtain, and go behind it. PX keeps walking until he comes to an open area of the backstage. He finally puts Enika down on the ground, but then turns to Phoenix. Phoenix hands PX the ring bell, and PX puts it under Enika’s head. PX then walks around to Enika’s side, while Phoenix hoists the chair in the air.

McDaniel: NO!

PX puts his foot down right on the ribs of Enika, almost to taunt her, while holding her down. Phoenix smiles at Project X as he winds up.

Rentfro: Jesus, someone stop this. Even I’m not enjoying this!

We see a blur of black come out of nowhere and tackle PX off Enika. The camera follows the surprised Phoenix’s gaze, and we see RAIZZOR on top of Project X!

McDaniel/Rentfro: YES!

Raizzor is relentless as he has mounted PX, and is throwing rights and lefts. Phoenix comes from behind Raizzor, chair still in hand. He winds up; but when he goes to swing, Raizzor leans to a side and pulls PX up by the hair. Phoenix can’t stop himself, and we hear a sick thud as the chair connects with PX’s head.

Raizzor jumps up, and grabs Phoenix by the throat, and lifts. Raizzor then turns, and choke slams Phoenix ONTO Project X! Phoenix bounces in pain as his head slams into PX’s. Raizzor looks down at the body pile, and turns back towards Enika. Medics are already looking at her, after the violent slam into the ring pole. Raizzor positions himself steadfast between Enika and Project X and Phoenix to deter any more violence.  Suddenly from out in the arena, we see the curtain swing to the side, and a bloody Corey Lazarus comes running up to her. He almost skids onto his knees, ending right beside her. Lazarus and Raizzor's eyes meet in understanding and Corey helps the medics lift Enika onto a stretcher.  It takes a few before things clear up and Chamelion ushers everyone to the back.  The crowd is restless, wondering what may happen next, as Project X and Phoenix share heated words as they disappear to the side of the stage.  The ring crew begins to move towards the ring and Eric Emerson holds up his mic.

Eric Emerson: Thank you all for coming tonight, and be sure to catch Who's The Man, next week live on Pay-Per....

The lights in the arena are immediately cut. Instant black reigns what seems like minutes... The crowd is in a bit of a commotion... Slowly, the riffs of the song "Year Zero" by 30 Seconds to Mars kick up. The arena stays black throughout the opening verse...

Be a hero
Kill your ego
It doesn't matter it's all just a pack of lies
Build a new base
Steal a new face
It doesn't matter it's all just to save you


We'll never fade away...
We'll never fade away...

 

A pulsing strobe kicks up, the first illumination since the darkness. Bodies begin to emerge from the backstage area. One by one, almost impossible to make out the number or who they are while the strobe continues.

Slowly they reach the ring, and one by one they meticulously begin to enter it. One by one they take their positions... Suddenly the strobe stops and leaves the darkness once again. Then, the house lights come back up.

McDaniel: "What's going on here?! Who are these people?"

They number eight strong. Each of them wearing finely-tailored attire, each of them wearing black sunglasses. It takes a minute for the scene to sink in... But one of them has a microphone. He stands in the center of the ring, surrounded by his associates. He grins as he brings the mic up to his lips, and then it dawns on you.

Darren Ridel: "Good evening, good fans of Pioneer wrestling. Welcome to the beginning."

The crowd enters a flurry, unsure of what to make of this. He is surrounded by eight associates, and slowly they sink into the picture.

Rentfro: "That's Darren Ridel!"

McDaniel: "I know! And those people with him... One of them is PWA Commissioner Ai Mei Montrose!"

Indeed, Wild Chylde stands off to his left side wearing a black business dress and sporting the same black sunglasses as everyone else. Behind her, a man wearing a black mask... His frame seems familiar.

Darren Ridel: "Many in this circle are familiar with who I am and what I represent. In simplest terms - the future. The future of this sport has been my obsession since as long as I can remember. At first I was the embodiment of those dreams, but tonight you will see them realized in a much more pure form, as my emissaries of the future make their presence felt in this most historic of federations. I'm sure you're all familiar with the person who made our presence tonight possible... the lovely Miss. Ai Mei Montrose."

She smiles quite pleased with herself as she takes a bow.

Darren Ridel: "Without her to sign all the appropriate papers, tonight's festivities may not have been possible. Further to my left you may recognize Dead End, whose eccentric personality never fails to delight."

He motions toward the man on question, wearing his shirt untucked and no tie. He waves nonchalantly to the crowd, as he rests against a turnbuckle.

Darren Ridel: "Also, you may have noticed tonight the presence of the man known as Graham Cain."

The beast of the man from earlier in the show takes center stage, but doesn't say a word. He towers over another figure, a person wrapped in a black cloth from head to toe. He keeps one arm on this person's shoulder, and keeps them from moving.

Darren Ridel: "His form is impressive, but so is the physique and tenacity of this man - Duff Côte d'Iviore."

With a large grin, Duff throws his hands in the air to bring all eyes on him. He wears a tee shirt underneath his suit, belying a sense of importance within the group.

Darren Ridel: "Believe me when I say his presence will be felt in these walls with all the brutality one would expect of a person I've entrusted as my 'enforcer'. But no army is complete without a general to guide them, and to that end I present to you the warrior known as Orochi."

The masked figure steps from behind Ai Mei, and gently waves to the crowd.

Darren Ridel: "Tell me, Orochi, what emotion do you most feel in the air tonight?"

He hands the mic to this mysterious figure, who speaks from behind the mask.

Orochi: "Fear, Darren. Amidst the other pleasant tastes of suspicion, loathing and self-doubt... Fear undoubtedly stands out as the most potent."

Ridel takes the mic back, smiling as he does so.

Darren Ridel: "I'm most inclined to agree. It was fear that set into motion the gears this week that allowed us to drive a wedge between what could have been a most formidable alliance - the combined forces of Matthew Engel and Jamie Flynn would most certainly have stood against our current. We couldn't let that happen, could we? The combination of SiD and Exit Music could have sent people into a flurry, and I'm quite opposed to ever seeing such a situation come to light. And so tonight we emerge, not just with a warning... but with a gift."

Cain pushes the figure under his care forward, they stumble a bit as they fall to their knees. Just then, Matthew Engel comes sprinting from the backroom.

Darren Ridel: "Ah, right on time..."

With his 2x4 in hand, he doesn't even flinch as he slides under the rope and begins swinging. Dead End is the first to feel his sting, as the massive piece of wood cracks him in the side of the head and smashes his sunglasses on impact. He moves to swing at Duff, but Cain clubs him from behind, and soon Orochi and Duff are on him stomping him into the gound. Dead End spits a bit of blood, and then joins in the fray. Once they're satisfied he's been contained, they lift him up and tie him into the ropes. He looks dazed at first, but then begins fighting.

Darren Ridel: "Poor, simple Matthew... How long has it been? I thought you'd learned how to separate your family from this business, but you've gone out of your way to disappoint me. Did you think I couldn't find her? If you slipped up, did you think I wouldn't take her from you again?"

Engel looks like a rabid beast as he fights to get free, but Duff stops his thrashing with a 2x4 to the face. He splits blood, but still doesn't back down as he shouts loud enough for the mic to pick up.

Virus: "LET HER GO YOU BASTARD!! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!"

Ridel laughs quietly to himself, very amused by the situation.

Darren Ridel: "Oh, I'd love to Matt. Thing is, I never really had her in the first place."

Cain removes the cloak from around the captive figure, and Virus' eyes go wide.

Darren Ridel: "You do remember Jamie Flynn, don't you? The partner you left for dead both in the ring and out?"

Flynn drops to the ground in a bloody mess... Obviously worked over since even Virus saw him last.

Darren Ridel: "How easy it was to make you believe this man had betrayed you. How willingly you followed our lead in this charade... Almost as if you wanted to believe it yourself. What has happened to make you so malleable, Matt? Corey Lazarus? Or is it your own ineptitude that let this happen?"

Virus turns away at first... Then looks up to Ridel, daring him to come closer. He spits, and just barely misses Ridel's face.

Darren Ridel: "Your actions are befitting of an animal, Matthew. That's why we had to put you down. So that this entire federation knows that if you can't act responsibly - if you willingly give up your own human dignity - we will put you down every time. I'd like to say we'll just leave you here - broken and humiliated - and leave it that at... But I'm afraid that would be letting you off easy for a second time. This man trusted you, and you not only turned your back on him, you beat him down. These are the consequences of your actions, Matthew."

Cain picks up Flynn, and sets him up...

Darren Ridel: "Do it."

With one fluent motion, he picks him up belly-to-belly and cradles, then crashed him down to the mat with a sit-down piledriver.

*CRACK*

Flynn's head bounces off the canvas like a beach ball, and he falls limp. Motionless.

McDaniel: "My God! His head was sticking out underneath his legs... that sickening crack!

Rentfro: "He's not moving... Like, I'm not even sure I see his chest moving..."

Virus starts thrashing against the ropes, but this time Duff puts all of his weight behind the swing and cracks the side of his head wide open. Virus falls limp in-between the ropes, motionless.

Darren Ridel: "I'm sure you'll have plenty of time for retribution, Matthew, but sadly I can't indulge your every whim. If you crave revenge, you'll have to take it up with my arbiter in this federation. The hand of fate who will exact my will as necessary. Please allow me to introduce the final LWF World Champion - Trevor Knight --- Vicious."

The eighth man steps forward, lowering his sunglasses with cold green eyes. He appears emotionless as he looks out to the crowd. Giving it a moment to settle in, he then departs the ring and moves toward backstage. The rest of the entourage begin to follow, as Ridel finishes his proclamation.

Darren Ridel: "A pity to have to waste two of the most talented men in this business like this. But it wouldn't be fair to the rest of you to have to face the future blindly. Its only proper that we warn you in advance of the impending dominance. These men and women will play various roles in the future of this sport, but rest assured they will pave it by their own blood and sweat and tears. While our sins tonight may be heavy, we hardly share them alone, do we? Each and every one of you now has a choice to make. To rise with the current or be consumed by it."

The six men and one woman stand at the entrance ramp. They appear as if a wall, gazing out on the masses.

Darren Ridel: "And so I present to you my chosen - the new Masters of Armageddon. We are the only way to go. We are the way of the future. MoA... Supreme."

"Year Zero" kicks up once more as Darren takes one final moment to survey the arena. The fans are boo'ing in a frenzy, as he leaves the ring. Flynn on the ground, motionless. Virus in the ropes the same.

Rentfro: "Did he just say what I think he just said?!"

McDaniel: "I can't believe it... the Masters of Armageddon..."

Ridel reaches his group and turns to face the audience. The hate continues to pile in, but they absorb it steadfast. They turn as the sounds of 30 Seconds to Mars continue to signal their departure...

McDaniel: "What a revelation! The MoA is back, ladies and gentlemen... We'll see you next ......

'Come With Me' cuts into the MoA's music and they turn as a collective as Chamelion walks calmly onto the stage with a mic in hand.

Chamelion:  First, for everyone here, Enika has been taken to the hospital and I do not yet know the extent of her injuries.  Now, Ridel, I'd say I'm sorry to interrupt your 'moment' and change what you PLANNED to be the shocking end to tonight's show, but that would be a lie.  Things are a bit different now, then they were back in the early years of the PWA, and I think it's in the best interest of the PWA we establish that now.

Ridel looks exceptionally angry over the interruption, and Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: I'm not under anyone's control, catching me off guard and stringing me up on a crucifix won't happen.  Holding Jasmine hostage and forcing Raizzor to lay down so you can win a Hardcore match, Ridel, isn't going to happen... and I think I'll make it absolutely clear for the hearing impaired.. the MoA taking over PWA? Influencing it's programming? Kiddo, No.  I'm not sure if any of you stopped to consider that it's relatively stupid to come into the back yard of a man who has pretty much despised each and every member of your 'clique' since day one and I really have no qualms basically firing all of you on the spot.

There seems to be a touch of concern permeating the air in the ring, but confidence and stubbornness erases it quickly.

Chamelion: Still, I am a business man and I know to put business before personal, so this little power trip of yours will face the normal fines that I can levy against you....  and I won't fire you at this time......And just to be sure we're clear for the stubborn heads, there's nothing with in Ai Mei's power to put in your contracts that I can't over rule. 

He offers them his Cheshire Grin, actually enjoying the moment now.

Chamelion: Speaking of Miss Montrose.  Since day one you've not exactly been a profitable addition to the PWA, barely doing your duties and always on your ass to even perform the most mediocre of work.  So, as of now, considering this little 'under-handed' act of yours, you ARE fired.

In the ring, Montrose looks to the MoA, they look back at her, and then entire group breaks into smiles.  Chamelion shrugs.

Chamelion: Face it, MoA, I don't like you. You don't like me.  That may be the only thing in this God-forsaken business we'll ever agree on, but you've come into my world now... you'll follow the rules of the PWA or you know where the door is.... GOT IT!?

The whole arena witnesses the intense stare down between Chamelion and the entire MoA!  Even the announcers are stunned and the show goes off the air in silence.

(C) PWA 2008