"I'm Still Alive" 
March 21st, 2008
Live on from the Joe Louis Arena - Detroit, Michigan


As Rampage comes on the air, we find Chamelion standing in front of the Rampage logo. 

Chamelion: I need to take this time to address a serious issue.  As some may have noticed, the match between Karasu, Phoenix and Vicious did not air on Chaos as scheduled.  This is because earlier this afternoon I received word that Karasu is no longer a part of Pioneer Wrestling Association.  Due to his sudden departure, the match has been moved to Rampage here tonight, and it will be Phoenix and Vicious going one on one for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship!

Huge crowd reaction.

Chamelion: Now, the Grizzly Beer title is a stipulation belt, but since Karasu has left and neither Vicious, nor Phoenix are the champions...it is my duty to choose what the stipulation will be.


Chamelion: And due to recent comments made about particular matches that should be brought back to the PWA....tonight, here on Rampage... you all will witness... A LONDON'S BURNING MATCH!!


Chamelion: Now, on with the show!

We go backstage to Matthew Engel's locker room. There's a man visiting him, power suit, power tie...power steering. Yeah. It's his older brother, Joe, who just celebrated his thirty third birthday yesterday. Some people think that's old, some people don't. It's a matter of perspective. The Commissioner and Matt are engaging in conversation, and we begin to listen in.)

Matthew Engel:
"Alex doesn't even have a clue, Joe. He doesn't know what he's in for. He doesn't know what it was like in the AOWF."

Joe BoXeR: "Not a lot of people do, Matt. The AOWF was tough for everyone there, but man it was sweet."

Matthew Engel: "Either way, I'm going to punish him. I want you to make sure that nobody intervenes. I want you to make sure Corey doesn't show his ugly face here tonight."

Joe BoXeR: "With what you did to him, I don't see that happening. But yeah, I'll keep an eye on things."

(Joe walks closer to Matt, and pats him on the shoulder. He's concerned.)

Joe BoXeR:
"Are you alright?"

Matthew Engel: "No, I'm not alright. I should be focused on Alex Wilkie, but I don't care. I really don't, Joe. Win or lose, all I can think about is Corey Lazarus. All I can think about is what I've done to him, and how much I enjoyed it. All I can think about is what I'd like to do to him again. I have thoughts of killing him, Joe. It's...I can't help it. I can't control it."

Joe BoXeR: "He deserved it, Matt. But...this needs to end before it gets any worse."

Matthew Engel: "It sickens me."

(Matt's instability clearly shows, as Joe tries to get more out of him.)

Joe BoXeR:
"What do you mean?"

Matthew Engel: "I'm turning into what I hate, Joe. Do you think I enjoy what I've become? Last week, that wasn't me. That was all the hatred inside of me, getting the best of me. I'm...I can't take this anymore."

Joe BoXeR: "Settle down. You haven't 'become' anything. You're still my brother, and you got your revenge. Let it go, Matt. Just let it go."

Matthew Engel: "Let it go?"

(Matt stands up, his rage focused on his brother.)

Matthew Engel:
"I can't let it go! You don't have a fucking clue, do you Joe? You just don't. Fuck you, you're nothing but a suit now."

(Joe stands up and quickly shoves Matt against the locker. Grabbing onto Matt's shirt, not letting him go, he comes within inches of his face.)

Joe BoXeR:
"You listen to me, and you listen good. I love you, you're my brother, but you've got to let this thing go. You're going down a path nobody can follow, Matt. You're going alone."

(Matt tries to get out of it, but Joe has him locked up pretty good.)

Joe BoXeR:
"You need help, Matt. You need to forget about Corey Lazarus, before everything that has happened between you two consumes you."

Matthew Engel: "Fuck you! It already has!"

(Joe lets go of Matt, who pushes Joe away and leaves the locker room. We fade back to the ring.)

Project X vs. Scartic

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

The debut of Millennium by Fear Factory begin to play , Scartic appears on the stage , following a big pyrotechnic explosion . Scartic walk onto the ramp , ignoring the fans . He jump to the apron and flip forward to enter in the ring . Scartic go to the corner , climbs the middle turnbuckle , raise his arms , beat his chest and makes a springboard to the top turnbuckle for a backflip .

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, Project X!!!

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

McDaniel: New entrance music for Project X it seems.

Rentfro: Sounds like it reflects his state of mind at the moment after losing the World title last week.

McDaniel: Yes, he is bound to be on the war path now but is he in condition to be wrestling here this week?

Rentfro: We'll soon find out!


Project X charges Scartic and floors him with a hard right. Scartic pops right back up and Project X sends him flying into the corner with another right. Project X unloads in the corner and sends Scartic's head jerking in all directions while the paps of fist meeting flesh ring out. The ref steps in and forces Project X to back up. Scartic takes the time to collect himself and goes charging right at Project X who simply lifts his boot for Scartic to run into. Scartic hits the mat holding his face but doesn't have long to recover as Project X forces him back to his feet and whips him into the ropes to nail a ring shaking spine buster. He makes the cover.




McDaniel: It looks like Project X is looking to get this one over as quick as possible before the pain suffered last week catches up with him.

Rentfro: Can you blame him? He shouldn't even be wrestling with what he went through, but that is how determined he is to reclaim the World title!

McDaniel: One would question such judgement with the whole roster on his back, including the MoA.

Rentfro: He lives to infuriate others, I think he gets off on it on some level.

Project X goes to pick Scartic up but he fires off with lefts and right into the gut of the big man. Every punch seems to hit a tender spot as Project X winces and backs up a lot more than he normally would. Scartic creates some space and superkicks Project X bang on the jaw but the big man stays standing, although on shakey legs. With that not working, Scartic goes to work, kicking hard into both of Project X's knees, chopping him down like a big redwood. It doesn't take much, the state Project X is in but he only falls onto his knees. Scartic then spins and nails a hard roundhouse kick right to the side of the head that draws an "Ohhhhh" from the crowd but Project X simply sways, his eyes rolled into his head instead of going down.

McDaniel: Too many of those won't be good for him, he suffered a pretty severe concussion after last weeks action!

Rentfro: Good thing he has that mask because his face took a beating as well!

Scartic lines up the head of Project X and charges to the ropes. In his mind he pictures a running drop kick to the head, but in reality, Project X springs to life onto his feet and he runs throat first directly into his waiting hand. He is lifted up into the air...

Rentfro: Going, going...

...and Project X drives him into the mat with the Probe!!!

Rentfro: GONE!

Project X makes the cover, taking no chances of a prolonged contest by hooking both legs.




Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by pinfall, Project X!!!

McDaniel: Project X wanted to be out of there as quick as possible tonight to avoid further injury, I think he can say mission accomplished.

Rentfro: He did take a few to the head but he is back with a win and that is all that matters in his hunt for a third World championship.

Project X leaves the ring and tries to shake off the cobwebs of those kicks to the head, which did his concussion no favours. Suddenly, a gong echoes and Project X's head shoots up to the top of the ramp.  The fans roar as Raizzor appears, attired in his ring outfit and looking ready to fight!

McDaniel: Oh hell, he we go!

Rentfro: Haven't those two had enough of each other yet!?

Project X begins to come at Raizzor, when 'Come With Me' takes over and stops both men in their tracks. Chamelion hurries onto the stage and gets between both men.

Chamelion: WHOAH!! NO! NO WAY!  I am NOT letting you two re-start your Who's The Man!? main event here tonight!  

The crowd boos, Chamelion doesn't care.

Chamelion: It's bad enough you two are in action tonight, so soon after your amazing match, but Joe Boxer felt it was best for the show and I did agree to that!  However, I want you two healthy and ready for Revolutions Per Minute, so as of now.. if either of you two so much as LOOK at each other wrong, I will suspend you both without PAY, and brother, that means stripping you of the World Title! 

McDaniel: No way! He'd do that!?

Rentfro: Hmm, so much for favortism!

Chamelion: Also, I'm giving both of you next week off, because you're gonna need the energy for the Rampage before the PPV.... because you two will be TAG-TEAM Partners... 

McDaniel: WOW!!!

Project X and Raizzor both stare at Chamelion as if he was completely insane!

Chamelion: AND, your opponents will be the team of Corey Lazarus.....and The Phoenix!!!!!

Rentfro: HOLY SH.. um, sorry!! WOW!!!

Skip insane, Chamelion flew off the deepend, as both Raizzor and Project X share an ultra rare moment of eye contact, both agreeing they hate this idea.

Chamelion: And to make sure the match goes down fair, without a hitch?  Sirus Moran will be the referee, and Alex Wilkie will be the outside enforcer!!!

McDaniel: Ok, I'm not sure I'm following this logic!

Rentfro: WHAT LOGIC? Chamelion's just basically put four dogs who want to rip each others throat out in the middle of the same ring!

Chamelion: Now, in case it's not sinking in, people!  I've basically just given you the line up for the Elimination Chamber match at Revolutions Per Minute!! Raizzor, Project X, Corey Lazarus, The Phoenix, Sirus Moran and Alex Wilkie.... inside that formimable steel structure...for the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

HUGE POP Follows the announcement.  Raizzor shakes his head, but seems to accept the situation. Project X, already denouncing his rematch for the title, is awestruck, and not in a good way!

Chamelion: So, as far as I'm concerned, you two better act buddy-buddy for the next month!!  Because so help me, either of you touches the other or causes each other any sort of distress in the next 25 days.. and you're OUT OF HERE! GOT IT!?

Chamelion turns and stalks backstage, and Raizzor and Project X are left staring at each other as we go to commercial break!

These are commercial BREAKS, I.E. break in the action cause I have no new commercials yet and I wanna post the damned show!



The cameras cut to ringside as Eric Emerson steps between the ropes. A few fans in the front row boo him, to which he laughs, and then he walks to the middle of the ring. Emerson clears his throat, and then brings the microphone to his face.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit.

Suddenly, we hear a voice over the PA system, that of Hugo Weaving as Agent Smith.


Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural...equilibrium.. with their surrounding environment, but you humans do not.
You move to an area and you multiply, and multiple until every natural resource is consumed.

As we listen to voice clips from The Matrix, the beginning of "Stream of Consciousness" by Dream Theater starts up, soft guitar and bass.


And the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.

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

A virus.

The guitar picks up heavy now, and the drums play a part. The opening sequence of "Stream of Consciousness" comes to an end as a brief part of "Space-Dye Vest" by Dream Theater plays...a newscasting voice coming over the PA.


Some people gave advice before
About facing the facts, about facing reality.
And this is without a doubt is his biggest challenge ever.
He's going to have to face it.
You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, uh, and, and, and get some help here.
I mean no one can say they know how he feels.

Then, it cuts to the heavy riff and chorus of "The Dark Eternal Night" by Dream Theater. We're getting the theme here. We're getting the message.


Drifting beyond all time
Out of a churning sky
Drawn to the beckoning light
Of the dark eternal night

The music cuts once more, and we get the climaxing moments of "In The Presence of Enemies, Part 2" by Dream Theater.


Dark master within, I will fight for you
Dark master of sin, now my soul is yours
Dark master my guide, I will die for you
Dark master inside...

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: Introducing first, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda...

Matt makes his way down the ramp, green and gold pyros shooting off behind him. There's something different in his stride. He seems more tense, more edgy...paranoia consumes him while most of the crowd begins to boo him. They didn't appreciate his antics in his three team tag match.

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

We enter part four of this epic twenty five minute song, entitled "Slaughter of the Damned". It's much faster, much darker than the previous part of the song "Heretic".


Bother trying to find them
They will be coming to you
Fight and destroy until you can't take anymore

Matt doesn't go off to the side and give out his high fives to the fans. They don't want them. He's focused on the ring. He climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. Standing in the middle of the ring, he doesn't raise his arm. He doesn't acknowledge the crowd at all. Hate and rage fill his mind and soul, while he gets himself ready for his match.

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


Caught in a moment of weakness
Committed the greatest of all
Half of my soul
And now it's too late for you

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. "In the Presence of Enemies, Pt 2" shuts down, replaced by Rage Against The Machine's "Bulls on Parade."

Eric Emerson: And next, his opponent...

The bass and guitar go together in a descending octave, the drums pounding in time. The bass and drums halt, Tom Morello's guitar being played with a heavy wah-wah presence as all eyes focus on the entrance curtain.



A blast of red pyro shoots from around the entrance stage, and "Grade A" Alex Wilkie jumps out from behind the curtain, a cocky smirk on his face.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada...

Wilkie struts down the ramp a little, looking out through the crowd, and stops halfway down the ramp. Zach de la Rocha's vocals come in as the first verse starts, and Wilkie then starts walking down the ramp again.


This microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Better drop hits like De La Mode or get the fuck off the commode

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 250 pounds, and standing at 6-foot-1...

Wilkie slides underneath the bottom rope, and then gets to his feet, keeping the corner of his eye on Engel. He jumps up on the middle rope, his arms spread to his side, and then leaps backwards, turning around in mid-air and landing on his feet.

Eric Emerson: He is..."GRADE A" ALEX WILKIE!!!

"Bulls on Parade" dies down as the referee comes over to pat Wilkie down, and then he signals for the bell.


McDaniel: And the action begins right at the bell as Wilkie and Engel lock horns.

Engel locks Wilkie in a standing armbar, and then drives an elbow into his shoulder. Alex drops to a knee, closing his eyes tightly to the impact, and then gets back to his feet, slapping his own bicep to get some feeling back into it. Virus knees him in the ribs, and then locks on an inverted front facelock, dropping down to a knee and causing Wilkie to fall to a seated position.

McDaniel: And Engel has Wilkie in some sort of Dragon Sleeper variation here in the opening minute of this match.

Rentfro: Both of these two have had some heated words via PWA OnDemand over the last week about this match, Jon. It wouldn't surprise me to either see Matthew keep this pace set, sucking the air right out of Wilkie's lungs to prove a point, or to see both take each other to levels that most won't expect.

McDaniel: Well, both Alex Wilkie and Matthew Engel are top competitors here in the Pioneer Wrestling Association, and in the professional wrestling industry as a whole, so I don't see how people wouldn't expect them to go above and beyond to secure a victory here tonight.

Wilkie reaches up, forcing himself out of the Dragon Sleeper, and then backs up to a corner, rising to a knee as Virus waits in the center of the ring, ready to strike. Wilkie stands up, rubbing his throat, and Virus shakes himself out. Alex walks back to the center of the ring, and the two lock up again. Engel goes back to a standing armbar, but Wilkie cartwheels out of it, locking Virus in a side headlock. Matthew twists himself out of it, going back to the standing armbar, and then digs his elbow directly into Wilkie's shoulder. Alex drops to a knee, screaming in pain through gritted teeth, and the referee begins the count.

Ref: Hey, c'mon, break it up! 1! 2! Break it! 3!

Engel releases the standing armbar, holding his hands away from Wilkie as the referee threatens a disqualification. Engel then locks the armbar back on and spins around, dragging Wilkie down to the mat face-first with the armbar still applied.

McDaniel: And a nice transition by Engel.

Rentfro: A standing armbar into an inverted armdrag and then into a Fujiwara armbar. Very solid matwrestling right there, and no surprise to see it from the Virus.

McDaniel: And Wilkie forces himself up, and he takes Matt down with an inside cradle!

Virus kicks out, and then delivers a knee to the top of Wilkie's head. Engel brings Alex to his feet and whips him into the corner, charging in afterwards with a Yakuza Kick.

McDaniel: And it looks like Wilkie fired back, but Engel put it out in a jiffy.

Rentfro: And that's the kind of strategy Engel needs now, and I think he's going to use much more often with his recent attitude change. He's going to look at each opponent placed in front of him, think of them as either Corey Lazarus or some member of the MoA, and then dissect them one part at a time. We saw Virus work on Wilkie's left arm with the armbars, and now it looks like he's going to Wilkie's head with that knee, the Yakuza Kick in the corner, and now with some forearms.

Virus delivers forearm after forearm to Wilkie, dragging him to the center of the ring following each shot by his hair, and then boots him in the midsection, doubling him over. Engel hits the ropes, and then looks for a swinging neckbreaker, but Wilkie begins to move out of the way. Engel barely connects with the running cravate, causing Wilkie to fall to his side and brace himself with his hands rather than land directly on the back of his neck.

McDaniel: And he didn't get all of that one!

Matt, visibly frustrated, gets to his feet and then drops a knee across Wilkie's forehead. He covers, driving his forearm into Alex's cheek.
KICK OUT! Virus delivers a pair of unprotected elbows to Wilkie's temple, and then hooks a leg this time.

Rentfro: Don't get agitated, Matt! It'll just take a little more work!

McDaniel: What are you, his cheerleader now? It's going to take much more than a few elbows to the head to knock Alex Wilkie out. He's a former PWA World champion, a former PWA Grizzly Beer champion, and one half of one of the most popular teams here in the PWA in Grade A Nastyness.

Rentfro: And Matthew Engel has experience over him. Experience trumps raw talent nine times out of ten, Jon!

Virus argues with the referee for a few moments, causing him to back into a corner. Matt makes sure to not touch the referee at all, simply intimidate him, and this allows Wilkie to get to a knee. Matt turns around, and is met with a pair of boots to his face, knocking him to the mat.

McDaniel: And a well-placed dropkick by "Grade A" Alex Wilkie!

Wilkie gets back up to his feet, Virus at the same time, and then charges in with a pair of rights. He whips Engel into the ropes, ducks a clothesline attempt, and then charges towards Engel before he has a chance to rebound off the ropes again. Engel turns around for the rebound, but gets knocked out onto the apron with a diving back elbow to the collarbone by Wilkie.

Rentfro: And Wilkie looks like he may have a cure for the virus.

McDaniel: That was an awful pun...

Engel pulls himself to his feet on the apron, and Wilkie leaps to the middle turnbuckle, kicking off and turning around for a diving lariat towards Matthew. Engel ducks the lariat, and Wilkie lands on a knee, rolling over to lessen the impact. Matthew springboards up to the top rope, but Alex pulls on the top rope, causing Matt to lose his balance and fall face-first to the mat. Wilkie calmly walks over and kicks Matt in the side of his head, and then brings him to his feet.

McDaniel: Alex took control of this match after being dominated by Matthew for the first few minutes, and it looks like he's keeping it.

Wilkie hits a knife edge chop across Virus's chest, and then whips him into the ropes.

Fans: WHOOO!!

Engel rebounds and leapfrogs over Wilkie's back body drop attempt, standing with his back to the rising Alex. Wilkie turns with an attempt at a right hook, but Virus jumps up and rolls forward, shoving both of his feet into Wilkie's midsection before rolling to the apron quick.

Rentfro: Donkey Kick by Virus, and he rolls to the apron...

Wilkie charges, but eats a shoulderblock to the midsection, doubling him over in the process. Virus then slingshots himself over the top rope, turning his body to the side, and catches Wilkie with a diving school boy.

McDaniel: 1! 2!!

Wilkie forces himself out of the basic hold, and then rolls backwards to his feet. Engel catches him with a boot to the midsection, and then whips him into the corner. Wilkie leaps up to the top turnbuckle, but Matthew charges in and nails a picture-perfect dropkick to Alex's tailbone, causing him to crotch himself across the top turnbuckle.

Fans: OOOOOH!!

Rentfro: God...that hurt ME...and I'm over here.

Wilkie winces, one hand on the top rope to steady himself while the other holds his male parts, and Virus climbs the turnbuckles behind him, locking on a rear waistlock. He brings Alex up so that he's standing on the top rope, and then follows him up.

McDaniel: Both men are standing up on the top rope now...and it looks like...!

Virus goes to throw Wilkie off behind him, but Alex fires with a quick elbow to Matthew's temple. He breaks the rear waistlock and then turns around, dropping Matt down to a seated position on the top turnbuckle pad. Wilkie fires back with a few elbows to the top of Engel's head, and then hits a knee to Matt's face, causing him to fall backwards into a Tree of Woe.

Rentfro: Wilkie climbs down to the apron...and now he's on the floor...what's he doing?

A fan in the front row with a Phoenix mask on holds up a big white sign reading "WILKIE HAS THE CURE FOR THE VIRUS," and Alex gives the man a high-five. Wilkie turns to Virus, and then reaches into the ring, grabbing Matt by his jaw and then wrenching back with a reverse chinlock.

McDaniel: And Wilkie dishes out some prime punishment of his own!

Ref: Hey, c'mon, Alex, break it up! 1! 2! Break the hold!

Wilkie releases the chinlock, shoo'ing the referee away, and then hops up onto the apron as Engel releases himself from the Tree of Woe, crumbling into a heap in the corner. Wilkie begins climbing up the ropes on the outside, perching himself on the top turnbuckle, and Virus then kips up to his feet, sprinting up the corner buckles and grabbing Wilkie in a loose front facelock.


Both men lie in ring, Wilkie face-down holding the back of his head and kicking at the mat while Virus stares up at the rafters catching his breath, and the referee checks on both men.

Ref: 1! 2!

Virus rolls onto his stomach, forcing himself to a knee. He shakes out the cobwebs, and then gets to his feet, backing into the ropes.

McDaniel: Virus up, and it looks like Wilkie may not even know where he is!

Ref: 3! 4! 5!

Wilkie rolls onto his back, swatting at the air, and then sits up, his eyes glazed over.

Ref: 6! 7!

Engel steps out onto the apron, both of his hands gripping the top rope. He moves his fingers in anticipation as Wilkie gets to his feet, his back to Matthew. Alex backs up into the center of the ring, and then turns around.

Rentfro: And it looks like Virus had this all planned out!

Virus springboards off the top rope with a somersault plancha attempt, but Wilkie takes a step back and catches his legs, driving him to the mat with a powerbomb.

McDaniel: And Alex holds on!

Wilkie deadlifts Virus back up onto his shoulders, and then drives him down with another powerbomb, his hold still firm. Wilkie lifts Virus back up onto his shoulders, and then twists Engel down into a fireman's carry.

Rentfro: Grade A Stunner attempt...!!!

Wilkie spins Virus around, releasing his legs, but Engel lands on his feet. He breaks the cravate hold, and then locks on a rear waistlock.

McDaniel: Engel with a German suplex...AND WILKIE LANDS ON HIS FEET!

Engel turns around and kicks Wilkie in the midsection, doubling him over. He whips him into the corner, and follows it up with a charging high knee. Wilkie stumbles out, dazed, and Engel scoops him up, placing his legs around the top turnbuckle and letting Alex hang down in a Tree of Woe.

Rentfro: And the second Tree of Woe of the match comes into play!

Matt rushes to the opposite corner, leaping up onto the top rope. He stands up straight, and then dives off, flipping forward. He lands on his feet, and then rushes in, diving with his shoulder directly into Wilkie's midsection.

Rentfro: TRUSTKILLTRUST! It's gotta be all over!

Alex gasps for breath as Engel pulls his feet out, dragging Wilkie to the center of the ring by his ankle. Engel stands up, and then flips over Wilkie's body, his back to his downed opponent. Virus then backflips over Wilkie, landing on his feet, and cartwheels so that he's by Wilkie's feet.

McDaniel: Virus off the ropes, he jumps over Wilkie, off the ropes again...!

Virus charges towards Wilkie's feet, and then somersaults right before them, landing with his back parallel across Wilkie's torso. Engel rolls off, dropping to his knees, and Alex begins to roll to his side, gasping for breath, but Matt rolls him into his back, hooking both of his legs as he covers.





Virus gets up to his feet, raising both his hands in victory. The referee goes to hold his wrist, but Virus gives him a glare, and the referee backs off, one fist raised and one finger pointing towards Engel. "Virus Remix II" cues up, and Engel walks over the corner. Wilkie rolls out of the ring, and the referee follows him out, attempting to help him, but Wilkie shrugs it off.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match...MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL!

Virus hops up onto the middle rope, staring out into the crowd as the fans boo him. Wilkie and the referee disappear behind the curtain, and Engel hops down from the ropes.

McDaniel: Fans, we just witnessed one of the best, albeit somewhat brief, matches we've ever seen on Rampage.

Rentfro: That we have. It was filled with a ton of back-and-forth action between both Alex Wilkie and Matthew Engel, but in the closing moments it was proven who was the better man tonight.

McDaniel: Very true. And what's this? That Alex Wilkie fan at ringside is arguing with Engel!

The cameras cut from the commentators' table to ringside where Engel and the fan from earlier with the Phoenix replica mask on share some heated words. Engel spits in the fan's face, and then begins walking away.

McDaniel: Oh, that's just downright despicable. These fans are the lifeblood of the PWA, and for Matthew Engel to spit in that man's face shows no respect, and proves that he just doesn't deserve to be here in any major capacity.

Rentfro: I think the fan had it coming. He probably said something about Enika, or Warren, or maybe even Commissioner BoXeR.

The fan hops over the guardrail, shoving the pair of security guards who charge him out of the way, and then runs up behind Engel. He turns Engel around, and then begins hitting a barrage of right forearms, even dragging the black cast around his right hand across Engel's forehead and eyes. "Virus Remix II" dies down, and the fan continues his assault on the PWA superstar.

McDaniel: And that fan's brutalizing Virus! With his...broken...right...hand...

Rentfro: Folks, NEVER jump over the guardrail! Once security gets to him, he's done for!

The fan throws Engel under the bottom rope, and then slides in after him. Virus, still worn down from the match, gets to his feet, holding his red and scraped forehead, and then turns. The fan kicks him low, causing Engel to hold his groin, and then turns Virus around, lifting him up into an inverted fireman's carry. The fan then walks to the center of the ring, and pulls Engel down as he drops to his knees, driving him head-first to the mat with a sideways Tombstone.

McDaniel: The...Mercury Driver...?

Rentfro: But only...OH NO!

The "fan" stands up, holding his hands out to his sides as security begins getting into the ring. The fans rips off the Phoenix replica mask, tossing it into the crowd, and turns to the camera. The fans go crazy as the "fan" is revealed...



Security backs off as Corey throws a few low roundhouse kicks, and then walks over towards Emerson, reaching his hand through the ropes. He's handed the microphone, and then taps the receiver, making sure it's on. Lazarus brings the mic to his face, and then clears his throat, lowering it as a chant breaks out.

Fans: L-A-Z!!! L-A-Z!!! L-A-Z!!! L-A-Z!!!

Corey smiles, takes a quick bow, and then brings the mic back up to his face.

Lazarus: First of all, I'd like to say thank you to everybody who sent me a get well card, who logged on to FeelTheLazarush dot com to follow my progress in recovery, and who posted messages on various forums all across the 'Net calling Matthew Engel out for being the coward he truly is.

The fans cheer, and Corey nods his head.

Lazarus: And second of all, all I have to say to you, Matt...

Corey takes a knee next to the unconscious Engel, patting his head and rustling his hair.

Lazarus: ...you wanted a war? Well, motherf{bleep}er, you got one. See, you tried to take me out last Friday, right after I proved to the world that I AM the true Franchise of the PWA by pinning Robinson in the dead center of the ring, winning the 2008 Who's The Man tournament, and well...I just can't dig that, kiddo.

Corey gets up, and then stands over Virus, a foot above each of his shoulders.

Lazarus: See, in the last week, I realized a few things. I realized that no matter how often I try to distance myself from you, no matter how often I try to tell myself that you're not even worth my time, you keep nagging me, trying to get my attention. I realized that the man I used to be, the sadistic son of a bitch that once held a blowtorch to the flesh of Sean Moro until he granted me a title shot in the DRWF, the ultraviolent bastard who threw Jimmy Ultros into a dumpster filled with C2 explosives, isn't behind me. I tried my best, Matty, at keeping that monster at bay. I really did! But you...you had to go and push and poke and prod and pull him back out, didn't you? Well, for that, I say sorry. I'm sorry that you're too stupid to realize the Pandora's Box you just opened. I'm sorry that you don't seem to grasp the concept of the Hollywood Kid bringing pain so fierce to you that it makes Eli Roth's Hostel look more like a ride at the Magic Kingdom. You asked for this, Matt. And everything that happens from here on out is going to make you look at yourself in the mirror, contemplating why you even bothered stepping into the ring here in the first place. But hey, man, that's life. Deal with it. Rock n' roll, Matty.

Corey drops to a knee again, his face mere inches away from Engel's.

Lazarus: Rock n' f{bleep}ing roll.

Corey drops the microphone, and then stands up as Slayer's cover of "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" plays over the PA system. Lazarus spits on the downed Virus, and then backs up towards the ropes.

McDaniel: Fans, we've got to take a commercial break, but we'll be right back!

Snap into a Slim Jim! Now that's a Break!

Rampage returns and we find ourselves backstage yet again, this time with Chamelion in his office, the phone up to his ear.

Chamelion: "No. No I don't know anything yet Vanessa. Listen, I'm doing the best I can to get to the bottom of this ok? Hello? Hello?!"

Chamelion slams the phone down, disgusted.

Chamelion: "Dammit!! Think Chamelion, think.

Just then, Lean Bean Miller comes into the scene, checking a notepad he has with him. We can see the lightbulb going on in Chamelion's head.

Chamelion: "Lean, you busy pal?"

Lean Bean Miller: "No, just checking a grocery list I have."

Chamelion: "Wow. You lead a really exciting life. Listen, I need you to do a special report for me."

Lean Bean Miller: "Ok. What do you have in mind?"

Chamelion: "At the end of the night, I need you to go to the ring and call out this mystery person that took it to the Straders with that semi. Can you do that for me?"

Lean Bean Miller: "That sounds a bit...dangerous."

Chamelion comes over and pats Lean on the shoulder.

Chamelion: "All the more reason for a brave reporter such as yourself to take care of it, wouldn't you say? It would be a hell of a piece to add to your resume."

Lean Bean Miller: "You have a point there. Ok, I'll do it."

Chamelion: "Great! I'm counting on you."

Lean nods and exits the scene, Chamelion taking a deep sigh, before sitting back down in his office chair.  The scene then switches
to backstage upon the private locker room of "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali. He is currently seated upon a wooden bench. He is dressed in his ring entrance attire and is currently wrapping his wrists in black athletic tape. Leaning against one wall is Dhamballa, who is wearing blue jeans and a white button-down shirt.

Dhamballa: I think we may have been too rough on that Karasu guy last week, Jon. He has not been seen since we got to play with him.

Nightmare glances up at his friend and snorts in derision.

Nightmare: Pussy.

Dhamballa: I agree, my friend. He is very much acting like a pussy.

A single shake of his head is Nightmare's reply.

Nightmare: Not him. You. What we did to him was nothing. Remember what happens when someone makes us take notice of them.

Dhamballa: No retreat, no surrender, and never any survivors.

Nightmare: That's right. Now try to remember your uncle was the head of the tonton macoute, would you? Besides, I don't think it's any injuries we inflicted upon him that's kept him silent. Nor my bouncing Methodcobra's head on the canvas that has shut his mouth. No, I see it as a case of yellow fever spreading through the PWA.

Dhamballa blinks quizically at his friend.

Dhamballa: Yellow fever? We are nowhere near an outbreak of malaria.

Nightmare: Not malaria, cowardice. They come in all big and bad but as soon as someone steps up to them and refuses to move they turn tail and shut up. Too much hype with nothing to back it up. Look at how many refused to cut promos to hype their matches this week or even at the pay-per-view. Hell, that big pussy Deacon Frost even bailed on his partner in front of the entire world. Frankly, I think this company and this industry would be better off without all these chickenshit bastards in it.

Dhamballa nods slowly in comprehension.

Dhamballa: I see what you mean. It is a slap in the face to those who have worked hard and made sacrifices.

Nightmare finishes taping his hands and stands, looking his friend in the eye with a scowl.

Nightmare: Damn right. This apathy and cowardice is like a cancer. There is only one way to handle cancer. You have to burn it out. If I have to be the man to do it, then so be it.

The door to the locker room swings open as Akira walks into the room.

Akira: It's go-time, Jon.

Nightmare smirks wickedly.

Nightmare: And so it begins.

Nightmare exits the room, closely followed by Akira and Dhamballa, while we return to ringside.  

"Nightmare" Jonathan Wehali vs. Jacob Collins


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...the following match is scheduled for one pin fall or submission and has a thirty minute time limit! Introducing now, hailing from Los Angeles, California...

The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway.

Eric Emerson: He stands six foot nine and weighs two hundred and sixty pounds...

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

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

Spotlights pan through the stadium, scanning through the air. Suddenly the entrance explodes with a spike of red pyros as the monitors begin showing highlights from Nightmare's previous matches. Icons and champions go down to his kicks and strikes. Superstars and legends tap out to his submission holds. One after another faces famous, infamous, and unknown are shown, each being driven into the canvas headfirst. The footage then burns away to a single word suspended in darkness: NIGHTMARE. It then shatters, the monitor going black.

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

As a shower of red pyros rains down upon the stage, Nightmare steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face.

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

Nightmare scans the crowd like a general surveying his troops. His gaze then settles upon the ring. Making his way forward he slaps hands with the fans. Trailing behind Nightmare are his manager Akira and his bodyguard Dhamballa.

~Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah~
~Lust and death gone in your head~
~Rat pack mind degenerated~
~Thirteen ghosts sing the body red~

Arriving at ringside, Nightmare selects a lovely young woman out of the crowd, placing his signature Gargoyle sunglasses upon her head then posing with the fans before turning to once again view the ring.

~Call me the dark intruder~
~Call me the haunted sea~
~Call me your Monster Zero~
~Call me anything you need~

Once at ringside Nightmare springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over the top.

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

Eric Emerson: He is... NIGHTMARE!!!

Nightmare walks to the center of the ring and pumps his fist into the air. The four corner posts of the ring erupt into an explosion of red pyros as the song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the dancing girls return to the back.

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

Nightmare takes his place in his corner to await the beginning of the match as Akira and Dhamballa take their stations outside the ring.

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

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: Standing six feet and weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds...

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

Eric Emerson: He is JACOB COLLINS!!!!


McDaniel: Here we go! Jacob and Nightmare lock horns, but Nightmare gets the advantage and sends Jacob into the ropes. Nightmare takes down Jacob with a big boot!

Rentfro: That will ruin your weekend!

Nightmare gets Jacob to his feet and slams continuous knees into Jacob's chest and stomach, switching from left to right to left. He lifts Jacob up in suplex fashion, spinning around, and then finally drops Jacob down with a huge brainbuster. He covers...



Kick out!

Nightmare gets Jacob up, and tosses him into the corner. He unleashes lefts and rights, and then walks back to the center of the ring. He roars, and then runs at Jacob. He tries to crush Jacob in the corner, but Jacob sneaks out. Jacob catches Nightmare with a dropkick that sends Nightmare into the corner. Jacob uses the ropes to springboard towards Nightmare in the corner and catches him in the face with a knee. Nightmare staggers to the middle of the ring, and Jacob takes him down with a top rope bulldog.



Shoulder up!

McDaniel: Jacob showing he's a force to be reckoned with...

Rentfro: He hasn't said a word in some time, Jon.

Nightmare gets to his feet and Jacob lands a few kicks. He tries for a big roundhouse, but Nightmare catches his leg. Jacob tries for an enziguri, but Nightmare ducks it. Jacob lands on the mat, but Nightmare locks him up in a rear waistlock and hits a huge german suplex. He doesn't let go, and hits Jacob with another!

McDaniel: Nightmare showing no signs of stopping as he hits a third german suplex on Jacob! That's gotta hurt!

Rentfro: Here comes the fourth one, with a HUGE release! Jacob crashes into the mat.

Nightmare wastes no time as he gets Jacob to his feet. He unchambers lefts and rights and then smashes his knee into Jacob's stomach again. He wraps Jacob up in a facelock. He jumps up, taking Jacob off his feet, and Nightmare turns ninety degrees to his left, letting go of the facelock in midair. He drops Jacob face first onto his knee. He covers.



Kick out!

Nightmare tries it again.



Shoulder up!

Nightmare, a little flustered, goes into the ropes. He comes back with a huge legdrop over the throat and face of Jacob. He tries for another, but Jacob rolls out of the way just in time. Jacob uses the ropes to get up, and Nightmare gets to his feet. Jacob kicks Nightmare low and goes into the ropes. He comes back, running directly at Nightmare who's doubled over. Jacob jumps and flips over Nightmare, grabbing him by his legs into a sunset pin.



Kick out!

McDaniel: Oh man! Jacob almost had him there!

Rentfro: I guess Nightmare didn't see that coming...

McDaniel: I didn't even see that coming!

Nightmare gets to his feet, but Jacob is on the attack. He unleashes lefts and rights, and sends Nightmare into the ropes. Jacob tries for a clothesline, but Nightmare ducks and gets behind Jacob.

McDaniel: Oh man! Jacob turned around and got kicked where it counts!

Rentfro: Nightmare's calling for it!

Jonathon doubles Jacob over, placing his head between his thighs, and then lifts Jacob's arms up behind his back, locking on a loose butterfly hold. Wehali then releases his hands from one another, keeping Jacob's arms stuck behind his back, and then reaches down, hooking the back of both of Jacob's knees and tucking them in. Nightmare lifts Jacob vertically, his back hunched forward to hold Jacob, and then falls to a seated position, driving Jacob head-first to the mat.


Rentfro: What a move! That's gotta be it for Jacob!

Jonathan roars again, and then covers Jacob.





Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... "NIGHTMARE" JONATHAN WEHALI!!!

Akira and Dhamballa join Nightmare in the ring as they celebrate. Collins rolls out, grabbing his head. He stumbles up the rampway and disappears backstage. The threesome in the ring are celebrating, whether the crowd likes it or not. Nightmare is sending a message, and the people who it's meant for certainly got it.

That's two in a row for Nightmare! Ever since his debut loss to Karasu, he's been winning!

McDaniel: We'll have to see if he can keep it up. Let's jump right into our next match...


Randall Moran vs. Duff Côte d'Ivoire


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one pin fall or submission and has a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Minnedosa, Manitoba...

"Singing in the Rain" by Gene Kelly hits the PA system as we see clips from A Clockwork Orange, most notably Mr. Alexander getting beaten up. It's mixed with a dancing Judy and a grinning Randall. Randall and Judy emerge from backstage, Randall's arm wrapped around Judy, and a huge smile for the fans as they applaud him.

Eric Emerson: ...he stands six feet tall and weighs two hundred and thirty five pounds...

Randall and Judy walk down the ramp, side by side.

Eric Emerson: ...a member of the Moran Clan....RANDALL MORAN!!!

Randall and Judy step into the ring. They raise their hands to the fans, and then Judy steps back out of the ring, waiting near Randall's corner. Randall is leaning over the top rope, talking to his lov -- girlfriend.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Toronto, Canada...

An old nylon-string guitar begins playing lonely notes over the loudspeakers and the sound echoes as if it's residing deep inside of a sewer. When the first drum beat hits, building the anticipation, a series of black lights illuminate the stage and vapor dances in its glow. After about forty five seconds, the classical guitar is interrupted by Randal Blythe's growling vocals.

--Our father, thy will be done!--

The classical guitar is replaced with distorted electric guitars tuned to drop D, playing the slow and droning "Vigil" by Lamb of God. The lights surrounding the curtain flicker in a constant strobe and Duff Côte d'Ivoire emerges from the back wearing long, black leather jacket. Beneath this, he wears a black tee shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots.

--I have denied--
--This life its worth--
--I will not be the victim--

He glances around to the crowd and the smirk turns into an arrogant, toothy grin.

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

--Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out--
--This vigil burns--
--Until the date our fires overtake you--

He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments. They throw nothing a barrage of jeers at him as he laughs at their discontent.


Eric Emerson: The enforcer of the Masters of Armageddon... DUFF CôTE D'IVOOOIIIRRE!!!

Duff jumps down from his perch and waits impatiently for the match to begin.

McDaniel: These two men had a lot to say to each other this week. I know the Morans and Masters haven't got the most pleasant history.

Rentfro: Indeed, Jon. Trevor and Darren are trying to bring the MoA into a new light, a new image, but it doesn't seem to be working yet.

McDaniel: Yet?

Rentfro: They're the elite, Jon. People will know soon enough.

McDaniel: Oh really?


Duff and Randall square off, with Randall getting the upperhand with a couple of knife-edge chops. He staggers Duff back and takes him down with a dropkick. Randall gets to his feet and slams his knee into Duff's face. Randall locks Duff by the face and drives him to the mat with a DDT. He goes for the cover.



Kick out!

McDaniel: Duff caught by surprise there as Randall is trying to use his speed and agility to take down the big man.

Rentfro: Futile, Jon. Futile.

Duff gets to his feet and gets met with a couple of forearm smashes. Randall sends him into the corner. Randall runs in and tries for another knee smash, but Duff ducks and moves behind Randall. He wraps Randall up in a rear waistlock and launches him over his head and plunges Randall into the mat.

McDaniel: Ouch! That's gotta hurt!

Rentfro: Randall almost looked like he buckled there, Jon!

Duff gets to his feet and lays down a few boots to Randall. He gets Randall up and sends him into the ropes. Randall comes back and gets met with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Duff covers.



Shoulder up!

Duff doesn't like it. He hits a huge leaping elbow drop on Randall, and then lays down a few more stomps. He covers Randall again.



Kick out!

Duff slams his hand on the mat in frustration. He gets Randall up and scoop slams him to the mat. Duff goes into the ropes and comes back, attempting a huge legdrop, but Randall rolls out of the way. Randall gets to his feet and hits a roundhouse on the rising Duff, and then clotheslines Duff over the top rope and to the outside!

McDaniel: The outside ain't too friendly! Duff looks like he's in some serious pain there.

Rentfro: He'll be fine. Randall is climbing the top turnbuckle, trying to gauge an attack on Duff who's getting to his feet. Randall tries for a missile dropkick...

McDaniel: Miss! Randall hits the outside hard, and Duff gets him to his feet. He slams Randall into the barricade, and the ref is counting! He's already at three!

Fans: 4!

Fans: 5!

Duff picks Randall up, and drops him face first on the barricade. Randall flings back, and tries to regroup himself.

Fans: 6!

Duff chases after Randall, but Randall counters with a stiff kick to Duff's leg. Randall fires again with a kick to the stomach. Duff is doubled over, and Randall hits a swinging neckbreaker on the outside!

Fans: 7!

Fans: 8!

McDaniel: They better get back into the ring or we're gonna have a double countout!

Duff gets to his feet, and Randall slides into the ring. Duff gives Randall the finger, and slides into the ring just as the ref is about to say ten. The ref motions for the match to continue and Duff runs at Randall. He hits a clothesline, but Randall gets back up. Duff tries it again, but Randall ducks. Randall hits a side kick directly to the mouth of Duff, and then kicks him low. Randall locks Duff in a facelock, and hooks one of his arms. Randall plants him into the mat with a single-arm DDT. He covers.



Kick out!

Rentfro: Duff isn't going to give up...he's elite.

McDaniel: Do elite wrestlers get DDT'd like that?!

Rentfro: Well, sometimes they --

McDaniel: Aha!

Randall gets Duff up and whips him into the corner. Randall climbs to the middle rope and raises his right arm to the air. He begins to unchamber lefts and rights onto Duff, connecting viciously with each one. But, suddenly, Duff grabs hold of Randall's throat. Randall is now floating in the air, it seems, but Duff climbs up to the middle rope himself.

McDaniel: No! He's gonna put him through the ring!

Rentfro: Haha! Randall is hanging there, helpless!

Randall is struggling, his legs kicking, trying to get out of what's going to happen. But he fails. Duff leaps off the ropes and plants Randall into the mat with a huge chokeslam. The ring shakes. The mat almost caves in, but manages to hold up.

McDaniel: Good God! I can't believe he didn't go through the mat!

Rentfro: Me either. I was hoping he would.

Duff crawls over to Randall, and hooks the leg.



3!! No! The ref is saying Randall got his shoulder up in time.

McDaniel: That was so close! Duff doesn't like it as he starts to chew the ref out.

Rentfro: How the hell did he get up from that?

McDaniel: Randall's a Moran! He's tougher than you think.

Duff gets Randall to his feet and hits him with a few right punches, and then grabs Randall by his left arm. He pulls Randall toward him and clotheslines Randall viciously with Duff's right arm. Duff tries for another cover...



Kick out!

Duff gets Randall up to his feet, wasting no time. He tosses him into the corner. He slams his knee into Randall several times, and then finishes the attack off with an elbow smash. Randall staggers forward. Duff gets behind him, locking up Randall in a full-nelson, and lifts Randall up and slams him on his shoulder blades. He covers Randall again...



Kick out!

Rentfro: Damn it Randall! Give it up! You can't win!

McDaniel: Calm down, Adrian.

Duff gets Randall to his feet, but Randall counters with an elbow. He does it again, and again. Randall manages to suplex the big man and then climb the top turnbuckle. Randall, bleeding a bit from his forehead, leaps off and connects with a huge rolling kneedrop on Duff. He covers...



Kick out!

McDaniel: Either men are willing to give up Jon!

Rentfro: This isn't even pay-per-view!

Duff gets up to his feet, as Randall tries to kick him. Duff blocks it and punches Randall extremely hard in the gut. Randall doubles over, and Duff puts Randall's head between his thighs. He hooks Randall's arms and uses the leverage to lift Randall vertically, making him upside down. Duff jumps up, and drops down, smashing Randall's head into the canvas.

ECHOES! ECHOES! That's it!

McDaniel: Randall looks out cold!

Duff covers...





Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... DUFF CôTE D'IVOOOIIIRRE!!!

"Vigil" by Lamb of God picks up on the PA system again as Randall rolls out of the ring, Judy attending to him. Duff celebrates in the ring, raising his hands in a well-earned victory.

McDaniel: I really thought Randall was gonna pull this out.

Rentfro: That's what happens when you doubt the MoA.

McDaniel: Oh shut up. Fans we'll be right back after this commercial break.

If these two lines with thin girls, I'd be in the right spot about now.

Vicious VS. The Phoenix

McDaniel: Welcome back everyone, as you can see, both Phoenix and Vicious have already entered the ring, as they were introduced during commercial.   The cage has been placed around the ring, and I admire the techs in how quickly they got this impromptu match set up.  The ref has been given strict instructions by Chamelion to keep each man away from each other until the cage is ready.

Rentfro: And the flames have been lit!  Man, I can't believe it, we've got a London's Burning match on Rampage!! Here we go!


The flames almost erupt over the cage walls as Vicious and Phoenix circle. The two run at each other and lock up. Vicious pulls Phoenix in and knees him; Vicious then irish whips Phoenix towards the fire walls. Phoenix makes himself stop just short of the cage, going on one foot and one knee next to the flames. Vicious is quick to walk up behind Phoenix, and put his hand on the back of Phoenix's mask. Vicious then shoves Phoenix's head forward, and Phoenix slams into the mat. Hes a little close to the flames though, and as he stands, the tip of his mask is smoking. Phoenix quickly rolls to his back and jumps onto his feet; into a fighting pose. Vicious stares up at the smoking extension from Phoenix's mask, and Phoenix suddenly has a confused look on his face. Vicious licks his fingers and puts them together over the smoking material. Phoenix still looks confused as Vicious says not to worry about it. Phoenix obviously doesn't as he jumps in the air, and grabs Vicious for a tornado DDT. Vicious flips over himself in the middle of the ring where he hits. Phoenix springs to his feet, and taunts to the crowd. However, its debatable if they can see through the flames.

McDaniel: Phoenix is as red as anything. The mask can't be helping.

Vicious is leaning up, shaking the DDT off. Phoenix turns, and sees Vicious rising. Phoenix, almost out of instinct, turns and runs towards the ropes. But, he stops before them, and looks back at Vicious. Phoenix springs up and turns around, and runs back at Vicious. Phoenix gets in front of Vicious, and goes for a jump down dropkick to Vicious. But, Vicious throws his upper body back to the mat when he sees Phoenix coming, and Phoenix travels over Vicious. Phoenix lands with his boots just inches away from the flames. A look of urgency, and surprise, shows on Phoenix's face. As Phoenix starts to scoot away, Vicious hurries to his feet and over to Phoenix. While Phoenix is still in a sitting position, Vicious again grabs Phoenix by the mask, and starts using his entire body to try and force Phoenix's head towards the flames.

McDaniel: This is hard to watch folks.

Rentfro: Yeah, even I'm not enjoying this.

McDaniel: Vicious is acting almost inhuman here.

Phoenix's hands are pulling at Vicious's arms, but with the leverage, it isn't doing a whole lot. As Vicious continues to hold Phoenix close to the flames, a small stream of smoke appears on the side of Phoenix's mask next to the flames. We see Phoenix's eyes get HUGE as he obviously can feel the extreme difference, and he kicks into fight or flight mode. Realizing he can't get Vicious's hands off him, Phoenix surprises Vicious when he reaches up to Vicious's head, and pulls him down. While he does this, Phoenix shoves his head upwards. Vicious has his jaw slammed straight into the top of Phoenix's head. The crowd groans as Vicious shoots straight up, grabbing hold of his face, before he falls backwards to the mat. Phoenix begins to crawl away from the edge of the ring, closer to the center.

McDaniel: Both these guys are starting to feel the heat.

Rentfro: Horrible pun intended I'm sure.

Both men slowly start to get to their feet. Phoenix gets to his feet as Vicious is bent over. It looks like its getting hard to see due to sweat. Phoenix walks over and grabs Vicious; attempting the Flame!

McDaniel: This could be it!

But, Vicious drops to his knees, before hitting a low blow!

As Phoenix stumbles over, Vicious hits the Shangri-La!

Rentfro: CUT AND PRINT! Thats it!

Vicious pins.



NO! Vicious pulls Phoenix up!

Rentfro: WHAT?

McDaniel: This is sickening. Vicious almost steals the win, then taunts Phoenix by pulling him up.

God Jon, you're so blind. Vicious is showing Phoenix he has this match won anytime HE wants.

Vicious stands and pulls Phoenix to his feet. Phoenix is almost hanging in Vicious's hand, as Vicious goes to irish whip Phoenix to the flames.

McDaniel: This won't be anything but bad.

Vicious uses all his strength to throw Phoenix. Phoenix heads straight for the ropes. When hes right at the ropes, Phoenix jumps up, and lands on the top rope. His feet almost disappear in the fire for a second, before he launches himself backwards at Vicious for the Ashes. It looks like something out of a Japanese action film, as the we see Phoenix go by Vicious from the side. Phoenix doesn't connect perfectly, but his elbow drags along Vicious's forehead. Phoenix goes by, and lands on the mat, as Vicious stands in the center of the ring. Vicious has sweat pouring from his face, and he has a glazed over look on his face. Behind him, Phoenix swallows roughly before he falls back, as the heat over whelms him.. since he was not prepared for this match.  Vicious's eyes roll back into his head, and he collapses, falling ontop of Phoenix.




Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, Your winner and NEW Grizzly Beer champion, VICIOUS!!!!


Rentfro: Which is good, because not only is London burning, I think its MELTING!

The back of Phoenix's mask, where it was held near the fire, actually has a whole in it where the material has melted/burned off. The flames are doused, and medics and refs rush into the ring to attend to the two fallen men. The match ref raises the old cold Vicious's arm, and places the GB title next to him.

McDaniel: Umm, so Vicious is the unsuspecting new Grizzly Beer Champion!? He's in for a shock when he wakes up!

Rentfro: Same with Phoenix! They were not ready for this match, but did their very best and I can see a rematch down the road!  A quick break, and we'll be back with more action!

================ I don't know, Im just having fun now!

Tag Team Match

The Razordolls vs.
Riona Langly & Fire



Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match-up is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Also, your guest referee for the evening, Enika Engel!

A warm applause from the fans in anticipation for our semi main event. Enika then, already in the ring and donned in the black and white stripes, she hangs back in the corner with her foot against the ropes.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first...

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: Weighting 142 pounds...

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

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

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

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

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

Almost like he was forced to say it.

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

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


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

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

Eric Emerson: And her partner...

A red hue falls across the arena is the sounds of This fire by Franz Ferdinand kick through the sound system.

Eric Emerson: From Hollywood, California. Weighing in at one hundred, sixty pounds. This, is... FIRE!

A burst of flame lights the stage then as Fire takes her first step out in front of the PWA, grinning a smug confident smile as she steps down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. Taking a side next to Riona then the few share a few words, but make sure to keep their distance.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents...

He steps back as the room falls dark before a distant sound circles the arena.

Get out there and make it/make it look good

And with a crash the grind of Dead Girl Superstar breaks the speakers as the arena bursts in purple light.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred, forty-six pounds combined...

A flicker cracks the entrance way screen, spinning across a corded SiD logo before we cut skipping and jumping across a shot of Lisa in the ring who then turns towards us in a freeze frame of a wide tooth grin soaked in blood, her name burn on the screen at her side.

well she threw downtown on a gambling green
and fenced a chicken dog in a movie
a long haired baby got a record machine
like a hacksaw falling on me

A cut again then as the music continues to pound, this time to a close shot of Dahlia with an opponent stooped over her and then we freeze frame again just as she forces them down to their back in an Armbar. Her name burns again before we cut one last time to a jittering Razordolls logo.

go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon

On the first beat a burst rips across the stage, showering it in fluorescent light.

go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon

The second time through a spotlight floods the entrance ramp as a wall of white sparks that shower the stage around them. It's then that our duo emerges, Lisa and Dahlia, The Razordolls, the mere sight of them ripping a wave of cheers across the arena.

dead girl dead girl

The cheers roll on as Lisa takes a knee, extending her hands towards her partner who loops her own into the air and then bobs on her knees, dressed all in black from her dress to the black mesh sleeves that wrap her arms, all save of course from the contradicting tights - one in black and white stripe and one in red and black, falling down into a a pair of red and black checkered sneakers.

dead girl dead girl superstar

Lisa then jumps back to her feet as we take a look at her, dressed to the standard in black baggy jeans, red trainers and a white T-Shirt with a simple SiD logo plastered on the front. Hard to miss though, your eyes fall upon the white tape that wraps her left arm as she holds her palms to the sky.

Eric Emerson: Lisa Seldon. Dahlia Starr. I give you... THE RAZORDOLLS!

The ovation only rises on the calling of their name as the two sweep down the ramp, touching base with a few fans as they pass.

well she blew uptown on a cemetery sound
and wore her leather pants for week yeah
a canteen butcher got tiger teeth
and a handmade circus freak yeah

Hitting the ring it's Dahlia who enters first, sliding in under the bottom rope and quickly bouncing back to her feet while Lisa remains outside on the apron, hopping up on one knee before leaning back to get a good shot of the fans. She then hops up to her feet and grasps the ropes.

go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon

Bounding the ropes then, Lisa leap frogs in to her feet and then drops to a knee, holding her arms out as the crowd cheers her on again. Once more then she hops to her feet and wanders across the ring, heading right from Riona.

dead girl dead girl

Entering her half of the ring, she slows, hands on her hips, and simply gives her a pleasant wink before she turns away and back to her partner.

dead girl dead girl superstar

In their own half of the ring then Lisa joins the corner of Dahlia before jumping up the ropes and lifting her palms to the fans who roar their approval once more. Soaking it in with a smile, she then drops down, turns and leans back into the corner with her partner as the sound begins to fall. all the while utterly amused as Riona tires to stare her down.

McDaniel: Well here we go fans, this one is going to be hot and heavy as a lot of people have a lot to prove.

Rentfro: Looks like we're going to have a word from our referee before we get going.

With the fans a buzz Enika retrieves a microphone from her back pocket, and lifts it up to her lips as Riona stares back and forth from one side of the ring to the other - her glare never once removed from Enika nor the Razordolls.  Enika shakes out her bugged out knee a little bit and says rather non-chalantly...

Enika Engel: Fuck you.

Before spraying a pink mist into the eyes of Riona, and drops the mic.

Rentfro: Welp, she's fouled for the duration of this match!

McDaniel: Calls that the Lips Like Morphine, I can't believe she's actually going through with this...

Rentfro: I imagine she has just that, lips like morphine.  And what's not to believe?  They have personal issues, get over it.

Enika pushes her out into the middle of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and comes rocketing off with a boomerang toe-kick (from her good leg) to the back of Riona's skull... dropping her.

Rentfro: Ante up!

McDaniel: Come on Enika, this isn't you!  You're better than this!  The fans love you... why?!

Rentfro: She'd have to have good reasoning...

No one else bothers messing with the two women's affairs.  Riona grabs the back of her head and lays there, near out.  Well, near until Enika picks her up by her hair and stomps her skull to the canvas with something resembling a curb stomp. Enika picks her mic back up... to a chorus of boos.

Enika Engel: Alright, listen, there's no need to boo me... there's a perfectly logical explanation behind doing what I just did, so hear me out before you jump to your childish foregone conclusions.

A few of the fans still manage to boo...

Enika Engel: You could have just left it well enough alone Riona, keywords here being could have, but you didn't.  You had to go on television and tell everyone that there's problems between us - granted, without telling them why.  Thing is... I tend to separate business and family.  Case and point - me not interfering in my brother and Corey Lazarus's affairs.  What they're doing is stupid, and what you're trying to do is ten times even more sophomoric.

She backs up against the ropes.

Enika Engel: You, my supposed best friend, fucked my ex-fiancé, failed to ever tell me, and I got heated over it.  I broke your nose.  You left in tears.  It should've just ended there without my name ever being uttered from your lips again, simply out of respect.  But no, you're an attention whore.  You wanna make something more out of nothing.  Which is still what you are - because without myself, Thunderwolf, or Exit Music?  You're a fucking joke.  You're Riona Langly, the female Tommy Riley... with even less charisma.

The fans actually start to come around a bit, mixed in their reaction to what's being said.

Enika Engel: I mean, what's it matter where I did this at?  Backstage, in the ring, doesn't make a difference... I had no reason to even come back to it HAD you not brought it up.  So I'm being the bigger person here, I'm giving you an out.  It ends tonight.  We're even.  I've got more important things to deal with...

Enika steps through the ropes and gives back one last look to Lisa.

Enika Engel: Sorry Lisa, not that you care.  You'd have just kicked her ass anyway, and we both know that.  Dinner on me tomorrow.

She says with a sly little grin as she drops down to a seated position on the ring apron, before ascending down on her good knee.

McDaniel: SPEECH

Rentfro: SPEECH

Enika clears the ring leaving the other three competitors in her wake as she disappears up the ramp and off the scene. It's Fire who acts next, rolling her eyes before dropping off the apron to take the same route as Enika before her. To the Razordolls then we turn, the two of them congregating in one corner, content so far to just watch the show before realising it's now all on them. A few quick words between the two of them before Dahlia shrugs her shoulders and falls Lisa into the ring toward Riona.

McDaniel: This can't be good for Riona.

Rentfro: Yeah, but what tonight has been.

The two of them circle Riona, still face down in a mat trying to get a hand under herself. Stooping in from each side then Lisa and Dahlia take her by the arms and bring her to her feet, staggering between them then it takes the two of them to walk her across the ring, right into the centre.

McDaniel: A nice show of good sportsmanship from the Razordolls.

Rentfro: You really are naive, aren't you.

Stood in centre stage then The Razordolls step away from Riona, sizing her up before the two leap up and crush with twin Enzugiri's, splitting a crack on her head and sending her straight down to the mat in a dull, dead thud.

Rentfro: The Switchblade Symphony, and the Razordolls are doing exactly what they promised in asserting their position here tonight.

Hefting the dead weight up once again then Lisa pulls Riona to her feet and swings in from behind and drags her up onto her shoulders before shifting left and dragging Riona down with her as she spikes her on her skull, knocking her clean out.

Rentfro: And now a picture perfect Tequila Slammer from the multi-time world champion leaves Riona for dead.

McDaniel: So glad you're enjoying yourself.

Rentfro: I am actually.

Once more then Riona is dragged to dead legs,
by Lisa, who then, rather peculiarly, pulls her down into a Small Package.

Rentfro: The pin, this is it.

McDaniel: This is pathetic.

With Riona's shoulders very much down Dahlia slides in for the count, making a show of every hand fall.




Rentfro: Yes! She's done it!

On the third fall Lisa bursts from the cover and onto her knees, throwing her arms up in victory and soaking in the hate before Dahlia tackles her to the mat. Strangely though, some people seem taken, and a few cheers ring out amongst the spite. Still though, Lisa and Dahlia seem altogether unphased as they find their feet and hold their hands high.

Rentfro: Well she's done it. She's finally put this one to rest, and what a battle it was.

Once more then the two turn to Riona, still flat on her back, dead to the world. It's Dahlia who moves first then, grasping Riona's hand and shaking it well done before the two of them depart the ring, leaving the referees to clean up the mess.

Rentfro: Wow. What a match, Danny. What a fight!

McDaniel: Danny?

Rentfro: Well, close enough. Anyway folks, the staff need a minute to clear the ring so we'll be right back after that with our main event of the evening.

McDaniel: Stay tuned.

Why is it you can sue cigarette companies for cancer, McDonalds for being fat, but not Budweiser for drinking and driving?

Fade back in, to find Lean Bean Miller standing inside the ring, a mic in hand.

Lean Bean Miller: "Fans, its now time, at the order of Chamelion, to find out just who the culprit is that ran down the Straders at "Who's The Man?" So, come on now, show yourself!"

A hush silence falls over the crowd, as everyone looks to the ramp. Lean fixes his tie.

Lean Bean Miller: "Come on now, the fans deserve to know."

Suddenly, the lights go down, an eerie red glow in the ring, Lean looking around, a bit frightened. Out of the entryway comes a thick mist that begins flowing around the ring. A slow churning techno beat starts up, with an eerie melody, almost horror movie sounding. The techno beat begins pulsing to a beat. David Draiman's voice snarls as "Hell" by Disturbed blares over the PA system. Red pyros explode down the ramp on each side, then from all four posts in the ring, startling Lean. Over the PWA-Tron we see a distorted picture of what appears to be a man's face. It dissolves and we see a symbol of a black phoenix. That then scatters as a name is spelled.......


"No..it can't be!

Rentfro: "Holy shit! I thought he was dead!"

At the top of the ramp he stands, clad in a crimson leather trenchcoat, black sceptre cane in hand, his leather pants and matching black boots on. He walks solemnly to the ring, as surprisingly there are some cheers in the audience. The camera cuts to a female fan, her hand over her mouth in shock. Fallen Angel glares at the crowd as he makes his way to the ring steps. He steps on them, entering the ring. He raises his hands to the heavens and the red glow is lifted from the ring, the lights back to their normal state. He walks over to Lean, stalking him, causing Miller to shake with fear. He drops the mic and flees from the ring, not taking a moment to even look back at Fallen Angel, he scurries up the ramp.

McDaniel: "I can't believe this! Nathan Kelser is alive and in our ring. A man who was rumored to have committed suicide after the death of his daughter is here in the PWA!"

Rentfro: "Not only that, but he took the liberty of taking down the Strader brothers. Let's hear what he has to say."

Nathan flashes a maniacal smile, laughing a bit to himself as he bends down to take the mic Miller left. Some fans have started a small chant of "YOU'RE DEAD, YOU'RE DEAD!" Nathan closes his eyes, taking in the chant before lifting the mic to his lips.

Fallen Angel: "Oh you thought that, didn't you? Wishful thinking is all it is. To think, the OPW even had a tribute to me at one of their shows, while I lie in a coma, but still clinging to life. Enemies, allies alike, they all believed that it was to be the end of The Dark Phoenix, but as history clearly shows, I cannot die. I cannot even destroy myself, for even when I believe there is no peace for me. Even when I believe my story is told, a new chapter begins, and I am right back where I started, crushing the dreams of the innocent. No, I am alive and well, and that, well that spells trouble for a lot of people around here. There are still dynasties to kill, bodies to maim, spirits to demolish in this place, a place where I once held the PWA World Championship. Still, who knows if that will even be my goal this time, for I am not enlightened by visions of gold and victory, but by the sight of blood spilled, bones broken, and souls lying at my feet. I have a plan. I always have a plan, and it came to me in a vision, and that vision begins with you Payton Strader."

Nathan walks over to the ropes, leaning on them.

"Did you really think you'd get away with it after all these years? Did you really think I could sit by and let you run your mouth about how supposively supreme the Strader name is? I cannot. For the Kelser name is true supremacy, the Kelser name is what will go down in wrestling history, and if I have to do more of the kind of actions I did at Who's The Man to make sure you understand me, I will. You see Payton, I have a new destiny, I have a new goal in mind, because I know I will never have peace, I will never live down the death of my dear daughter, so in order to have some kind of balance, to have some kind of freedom, I must destroy someone else's livelihood. I must make life a living hell for whoever stands in my way. To me Payton Strader, I have longed for this day, the day when you and I stand face to face, toe to toe, and let hell be unleashed. Payton, Kaleb, Vanessa, from this day forth, I am burning, I am on fire, I am still The Epitome Of Evil, and from this day forth, I bring you hell!"

Nathan tosses the mic down, as "Hell" by Disturbed starts up again. He takes in the boos from the crowd as he makes his way slowly back up the ramp to the back.

McDaniel: "For crying out loud! Fallen Angel is almost looking at the Straders like they're lamb for the slaughter. Payton isn't going to take this lying down."

Rentfro: "Yeah, but how do you face a man like Fallen Angel? How you stop something that, well, has lost its mind so much it can't even stop itself?"

McDaniel: Maybe you don't, that's something you can ask Project X!  But speaking of what can not be stopped, Raizzor is set to defend his newly won PWA World Title against Kyle Stevenson!

Rentfro: I don't understand Raizzor's thinking, or is he? As much blood as he lost at Who's the Man!!?, he could very well not have a clue what he's doing!  Still, Stevenson has recieved an unexpected chance here, and he has to do his best to make it work for him! Let's head to the ring for the announcements!

Raizzor (C) vs. Kyle Stevenson


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!

Yes, the crowd’s going wild, what’cha expect?

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from Huntington Beach, California and weighing in at 225lbs, KYLE STEVENSON!!!

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, he weighs in at 285lbs…and he is the current PWA World Champion, the Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!!!

A Single gong echoes throughout the arena, and the light dim to just above darkness.  Flames shoot up from the four turnbuckles and You’re Gonna Pay strikes up, as Raizzor appears admidst the smoke rising from the stage.  He looks out over the arena, his black leather duster half covers the PWA World Title he wears around his waist.  He then makes his way to the ring, and due to the level of fog and smoke, it almost appears as if he’s gliding.  He reaches the ring, steps inside and shrugs off his duster.  As the ref hands the coat to a technician outside, Raizzor unclasps his world title belt and holds it up to a roar of ovation from the crowd.  He then allows the ref to take it, who presents it to Kyle to see.  Kyle grins and motions to the Soul-Taker that it will soon be his belt.

McDaniel: Stevenson catches a lucky break, now let’s see if he can capitalize on it!

Rentfro: For all he went through just one week ago, Raizzor seems to look in decently good shape! 

McDaniel: But does he have enough for the match itself?  We’re about to find out!


The bell’s sound barely finishes echoing in the Joe Louis Arena before the two men lock up in the center of the ring!  Kyle puts forth all his strength to back Raizzor up, but the larger champion refuses to budge.  Kyle bends his one knee for leverage, and stresses his muscles to push Raizzor backwards.  Raizzor counters with an unexpected step to the side, and Kyle’s intertia forces him to tumble forward onto his hands and knees.  He turns, glaring at Raizzor who merely walks backwards towards the ropes.

Rentfro: Now that’s unlike Raizzor, to break away like that!

McDaniel: Could be part of his mind games, see how Kyle reacted!?

Kyle jumps up and comes in after Raizzor, and the Soul-Taker meets him in another lockup.  Kyle strikes with a high knee lift that catches Raizzor in the gut!  He then twists Raizzor’s left arm behind him, but Raizzor quickly counters with a short arm clothesline! Kyle bounces his head against the canvas, and rolls away to get his bearings.

McDaniel: A forceful blow takes Kyle off his vertical base!

Rentfro: Can't you just say he got knocked on his ass!?

Kyle angrily motions for another lockup, and Raizzor obliges! As they go to lock arms, Kyle pulls Raizzor into a standing armbar, and kicks him in the stomach again. As Raizzor buckles over Kyle grabs his head and  goes for a bulldog. Raizzor counters by lifting him up and doing a  belly-to-back suplex. Kyle is up on his feet soon after, but holding his back. He leans on the ropes, and Raizzor runs up and clotheslines him over the ropes. He falls to the outside and the ref starts the ten count

McDaniel: Raizzor has control early in this match!

Rentfro: For now, yes. Let's if Kyle can pull off a comeback

Kyle, after recovering for a minute, slides back into the ring as the ref reaches 6. He's met with stomps from Raizzor. Raizzor picks him up and whips him into the ropes. He grabs the ropes as Raizzor throws up and big boot, and avoids it. He runs back at Raizzor as his foot is coming down, and hits a jumping clothesline, knocking the big man into the corner. Kyle is on him, kicking him in the stomach. He pulls him out of the corner, and hops onto the second rope. He sets Raizzor up for a Tornado DDT. When he does it, Raizzor goes around and drops him into a Manhattan Drop.

McDaniel: Kyle's trying for some high risk moves far too soon in this match!

Rentfro: He's a risk taker, no two bones about it, but against Raizzor you have to pick your spots much better then that!

Kyle recovers and tries for a spear, but Raizzor catches him just as they collide. He heaves Kyle up and drops him down on his face. He rolls him over and goes for the pin.




McDaniel: Like it not, the Soul-Taker still has a lot of power to deflect the moves that Kyle tries against him. 


Raizzor picks Kyle up, but Kyle stands up fast and hits Raizzor with a series of punches to the face, breaking open one of his scars and blood oozes out. He knocks him into the corner, runs up to him and monkey flips him out of the corner.  Kyle gets back up onto his feet, hits the ropes, comes back and hits a running leg drop on Raizzor!!




McDaniel: A variation of his Hell Freezes over move! Abeit ground based and not areal!

Rentfro: But the lesser impact didn't get the job done!

Seething, Kyle drags Raizzor up by the hair, now slightly wet with his blood.  Kyle drives his knuckles into the wound five times and then impresses the crowd by hitting a vertical suplex,, followed up by a spring off the ropes with a back elbow drop!  Kyle, sensing a shift in momentum, skips the quick pin attempt and climbs to the top ropes!

McDaniel: What could Kyle be planning!?

Rentfro: Another high risk, I don't encourage this from him against Raizzor!

Measuring, Kyle comes off with a Shooting Star Elbow Drop, and the crowd erupts with the impact of the connection! Kyle scrambles on top!

McDaniel: He hits it!

Rentfro: NICE!!



Raizzor throws Kyle off him and sits up. The crowd responds loudly, as Raizzor twists his head to glare darkly at Stevenson.  In turn, Kyle swallows, surprised and shocked and quickly gets to his feet.  He rushes in, attempting to kick Raizzor square in the head, but the Champ catches Kyle’s foot and twists hard, turning him off balance and he falls flat on his face.  This allows The Soul-Taker enough time to get to his feet before Kyle can get into position to fight.

McDaniel: It's as if Raizzor just came back to life!

Rentfro: Kyle may never admit it, but that has to put some fear into any man, to be so close and see the monster come back!

Raizzor connects with two stiff shots to the chest, with the crowd roaring WOOOO in response!  Raizzor puts Kyle against the corner and two back elbows to the face busts Kyle’s forehead open, and now he’s bleeding too.  Raizzor whips Kyle out of the corner, but Kyle reverses it and Raizzor is sent to the kitty corner of the ring.  Kyle races in as Raizzor comes stumbling out, but Raizzor catches Kyke and hoists him over his shoulder.  Raizzor then throws him to the corner head first, delivering a Snake Eyes move.  As Kyle falters out, Raizzor drives him onto his back with a big boot to the face.

McDaniel: Now Raizzor is dominating the match, taking it to Stevenson with no remorse!

Rentfro: He lit a fire under the Soul-Taker, and that could be a very costly mistake!

Raizzor cracks his neck and raises a fist into the air, signaling the end!  Raizzor picks up Kyle and brings him up for a Last Ride powerbomb, but Kyle drives his fist down into the bloody wound and Raizzor loses his grip!  Kyle lands on his feet and pushes Raizzor against the turnbuckle.  Kyle rushes in, and hits a high knee, stunning the Soul-Taker!  As Raizzor comes out of the corner, Kyle hits a round house to the back of Raizzor’s head, dropping him to one knee!

McDaniel: It looks like Hell is about to Freeze Over!

Rentfro: And considering the match, it’s a perfect name!!

With Raizzor on his one knee, Kyle scrambles to the top rope! He balances himself, glares at Raizzor and launches himself up, going for his shooting star leg drop!  The crowd explodes, as Raizzor suddenly stands, turns his body a bit to be facing Kyle and as Kyle finishes the spin and his body is facing forward, Raizzor shoots out, catches Kyle by the throat and uses his momentum to bring him crashing down with a vicious chokeslam!

McDaniel: HOLY HELL, what a counter!!!

Rentfro: Sheeshus!! The impact shook the ring!!!  Forget about Hell Freezing Over, Kyle just took his trip to hell!

Raizzor wastes no time, dropping and hooking the leg!




McDaniel: What a match!! What a solid match!

Rentfro: Kyle nearly lived up to his promise!! So much so, I wonder if Raizzor was worried during the contest!!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and STILL PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, RAIZZOR!!

Raizzor receives his world title belt, which he throws on his shoulder.  As Stevenson rises and falls back against the corner, Raizzor moves in. Stevenson holds up his hands in defense, but Raizzor stops short... and extends his hand.

McDaniel: Raizzor wants to shake hands!! He's showing Stevenson respect.

Stevenson glares at the hand, then at Raizzor, before he shakes his head once and slips out of the ring, walking up the ramp in disgust.

Rentfro: I don't blame him, honestly.  Raizzor may have won, but offering the handshake was just a nail in the coffin for Stevenson.

McDaniel: None the less, Raizzor remains the champion! He has next week off, before... oddly enough, he's forced to team with his nemesis, Project X!

Rentfro: I can not wait for that!  Folks, next week Rampage will air at a special time, with matches to determine the contenders for the various titles at Revolutions Per Minute!  And then, Genesis 5, in it's entirety will air right after!  We'll see you in seven short days! Good Night!

(C) PWA 2008