Rampage 3/28/08

"Boiling Point"
March 28th, 2008
Live on from the Breslin Center in Lansing, Michigan

Pyros light up the ADC-tron stage as Rampage gets underway yet again! The Breslin Center is jam packed in Lansing, Michigan and the fans are eager for the action to take place here tonight! We go backstage quickly to find Chamelion and Raizzor looking at a monitor that shows the hyper crowd out in the arena.

Chamelion: Damn, sold out another one!

Raizzor: A common occurence it seems.

Chamelion: Yeah, hey, you're not upset I kept you off tonight's show, are you?

Raizzor: No, I do not like to admit it, but even I need time to heal. What I am a bit skeptical about is why you are making me team with Project X on the 11th.

Chamelion: It'll sell, okay? Besides with the rules in place, you two will simply have to work together or give up the match, and I know neither of you will give Lazarus or Phoenix a break.

Raizzor: True, with Phoenix I will never cut him a break.

Chamelion: Er, you may have too. I forgot to tell you that umm, heh, next week you and Phoenix will be in tag team action together, taking on Grade A Nastyness!!

Raizzor turns and stares down at his brother.

Raizzor: And what, little brother, did I ever do to you!?

Chamelion shrugs.

Chamelion: I just like tension, and this will prove to be tensioned filled! Besides, after the things McNasty has been saying, this may shut him up!

Raizzor: There are days I do not follow your logic.

Chamelion: Some days, bro, neither do I!

Chamelion grins and we cut to ringside, for our first match of the night!

#1 Contendership for Intercontinental Title
Kyle Stevenson vs Nightmare

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'9" and weighting in at 280 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~

Eric Emerson: He hails from Los Angeles, California... he is Jonathon Wehali... he is...

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~

Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!

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~

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, weighing in at 225 lbs, he hails from Huntington Beach, California, here is KYLE STEVENSON!!

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

DING DING DING!

The match starts off and they lock up. Stevenson starts it off with a side hammerlock. He turns it into a regular hammerlock then into a headlock. He holds the headlock for a few seconds before Nightmare backs him into the ropes and sends him across the ring. Stevenson comes back and tries to slide between Nightmare's legs, but Nightmare drops to his knees above Stevenson's chest and starts hammering his face. The ref warns him and when he looks Stevenson kicks him in the back and he falls off.

Rentfro: Never take your eyes off your opponent!

McDaniel: Nightmare is out to prove something’s here, but Stevenson has a lot to make up for!!

Stevenson picks Nightmare up, whips him into ropes, bends over and hits a back body drop, sending Nightmare hard to the canvas. Stevenson turns around and tries for a quick leg drop, but Nightmare rolls and he lands hard. Nightmare runs into the ropes, comes back and sit-out dropkicks Stevenson in the face and he falls back. Nightmare hooks the leg.

kick out!

Rentfro: Nightmare's not wasting a moment, he knows at any time things could turn around.

McDaniel: And Stevenson won't be put away with a simple move like that, no matter how painful!

While he's still down Nightmare runs into the and climbs up to the second rope. He sets up for a back elbow drop but Stevenson jumps up and charges Nightmare. He hits him in the back and Nightmare falls on the ropes.

Rentfro: Nightmare earns himself a high voice!

McDaniel: That's a hit you never can train for!

Stevenson gets Nightmare up on his shoulders and falls back for a belly-to-back type suplex. Stevenson goes for a pin.

Shoulder-up.

Stevenson picks him up and sets him up for a power bomb. He tries for the power bomb but only gets him half way up. Nightmare kicks and comes back down, the back-body drops Stevenson who, in turn, holds on and goes for a sunset flip. Nightmare counters by dropping to his knees again for an axe-handle to Stevenson's face but Stevenson hits him in the groin as he drops.

Rentfro: LOW BLOW!! And the ref didn't see that??

McDaniel: He was out of position, and it paid off for Stevenson, who definitely now has the upper hand!

Nightmare's knees buckle and Stevenson pulls him into the sunset flip anyway.

Shoulder up!

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

Thr-KICK! Stevenson barely kicks out of the pin!

Rentfro: These guys are making me dizzy!

McDaniel: Nightmare is still gritting his teeth, but is managing some great moves!

Stevenson starts to get up but Nightmare pulls him up and DDTs him. Nightmare goes out onto the apron. He springs off the second, over the top, and leg drops Stevenson. He picks Stevenson up and whips him but Stevenson reverses it. Nightmare comes back and Stevenson tries to press him up. Nightmare kicks, comes down behind him and kicks him in the groin from behind. Stevenson drops to his knees in pain.

McDaniel: Nightmare with a spot of revenge!!!

Rentfro: Someone want to explain this ref's lack of eyesight to me?

Nightmare follows up with a snap mare, whipping Stevenson's head forward and then back to the canvas. Nightmare hits the ropes and uses the momentum for a sit down leg drop!!

McDaniel: Hard hit right to Stevenson’s throat!!

Rentfro: Nightmare and Stevenson are both working quick here!

Nightmare goes for a pin, but Stevenson manages to kick out at two. Nightmare pulls Stevenson up, but Stevenson locks Nightmare into a small package...

Kick out!

Rentfro: Out of nowhere, Stevenson nearly steals one!

Nightmare gets up and goes to kick him, but Stevenson sweeps his leg out from under him and as Nightmare hits the canvas, Stevenson jumps on top and slams his fist into Nightmare's forehead over and over. The ref gives the mandatory five count, and Stevenson jumps up and pulls Nightmare up by the hair. Stevenson whips Nightmare into the corner, and the follows with a splash to his back. Nightmare stumbles backwards and Stevenson turns him and whips him to the other ropes, and splashes him again. With a cruel smile, Stevenson takes Nightmare, who's dizzy and groaning in pain, and whips him a third time. Nightmare spins and his back collides with the turnbuckle and his eyes go wide in pain.

McDaniel: Stevenson is punishing Nightmare!!

Rentfro: He's having fun in there now.. this may be it for Nightmare!

Stevenson rushes in to splash Nightmare, but Nightmare takes a painful step forward, grabs Stevenson by the waist, and heaves him up and over Nightmare. Stevenson's forehead collides with the metal post, and Stevenson bounces off and backwards, stumbling blindly into the middle of the ring. Stevenson starts to fall forward, but Nightmare steps in, hooks Stevenson up and delivers the Broken Arrow!! Nightmare painfully covers Stevenson!!

McDaniel: And that’s all she wrote for Stevenson!

Rentfro: I gotta say, Stevenson took it to Nightmare probably better than anyone else to date! He really tries!

McDaniel: High praise from you!

Rentfro: The guy nearly beat that chump, Raizzor, I like the fella!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, NIGHTMARE!

McDaniel: Never the less, Nightmare will be the one to go on and face Mark McNasty for the PWA Intercontinental title at Revolutions Per Minute.

Rentfro: And Stevenson will be waxing the locker room bench with his ass, dammit.

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 142 pounds...

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

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

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

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

### 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.

When we make it back from commercial, Chamelion is already in the ring, with mic in hand.

Chamelion: I've just been informed that Fallen Angel missed his flight and would be unable to make it to the show tonight. With that in mind, I've decided to add in a new third contender to the next contest. He showed considerable effort earlier tonight and continues to chip away at the competition, no matter what hell he's had to endure...So, I am giving Kyle Stevenson a shot against Circa and Scartic.

Chamelion gives the mic back to Emerson and exits the ring.

McDaniel: Chamelion continues to deliver the goods here in the PWA!

Rentfro: Meh, it'll just be another match for Kyle to lose!

Number One Contenderships to TV Title
Circa vs. Kyle Stevenson vs. Scartic

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for two falls. The first fall is for the number one TV Title Contendership at Revolutions Per Minute… the next fall is for the number one TV Title contendership for the Rampage next week! 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 the first challenger. 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 the third challenger, Circa!!”

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

DING DING DING!

Immediately, Circa and Stevenson go for Scartic! Stevenson calls for a bit of a truce with Circa and she nods, Both of them grab Scartic and whip him into the ropes! He comes back fast but both Stevenson and Circa knock him down with a double clothes line.

McDaniel: “Well it looks like Circa and Stevenson see Scartic as the weakest link and figure they should take him out early I guess.”

Rentfro: “That is always a good idea, you never know when you’ll need a quick pin when your semi-partner isn’t looking!”

Stevenson stomps on his chest and Circa hits a hard standing elbow drop. Stevenson goes for a quick pin, but Scartic kicks out before the ref can even start the three count. Circa pushes Stevenson in a “What the hell?” Sort of moment. But Stevenson pushes back harder! Circa only comes back with a right hard to the face!

McDaniel: “Well, so much for team work!”

Rentfro: “Psht! Who needs teams when you’ve got yourself!”

Stevenson get dropped like a hot potato as Circa begins to give him shot after shot to the face. She kicks him out of the ring and turns her attention to Scartic, she picks him up and hits a hard snap suplex! Circa checks over just to make sure Stevenson isn’t in the way of anything, she goes for another quick snapsuplex and goes for the first pin! But Stevenson pulls her out of the ring and rolls him himself. He goes for the pin and hooks both legs!

1!

Stevenson gets pulled under the bottom rope and Circa throws him into the Barricade! The crowd OOO’s as she rolls under the bottom rope again, Scartic begins to push himself up, but Circa grabs his arm and locks in a tight arm bar! Scartic pulls his hand out after a bit, but Circa keeps on the attack and pulls Scartic into a leg lock! But Scartic pulls out again, he rolls out of the ring, with circa hot on his tail!

Rentfro: “You know, I honestly have nothing to say, I can’t believe how much Circa is dominating the men in this match!”

McDaniel: “Maybe she leads a double life as a dominatrix?”

Rentfro: “Gross… You think?”

Circa grabs him and throws him into the ring, she rolls under the bottom rope, but Scartic stops her by delivering a couple hard kicks to her back. Circa shakes it off however and grabs Scartic into a grapple, she tosses him with a quick armdrag, Stevenson pulls himself into the ring, and without Circa looking, he sneaks behind her and grabs her by the waist, he lifts her up easily and hits a hard German Suplex!!

Rentfro: “Stevenson is back in the game! Who knows what could happen now!”

Circa holds the back of her head as Stevenson begins picks Scartic up, he tosses him into the ropes, but as he turns around to go for a clothes line, Circa grabs Scartic foot and trips him Stevenson tumbles into the ropes as his he misses his clothesline. Circa rolls under the bottom rope and grabs Stevenson by his head, she pulls him down hard and almost cuts his head off with the top rope as she hops down from the Canvas.

McDaniel: “Of course, Circa isn’t out of this match either, and I don’t think anything Stevenson does can stop her now!”

Circa gets back into the ring and catches Scartic off guard! She grabs him into a front headlock, calling out for her “Flatliner!” then drops him with a hard twist of fate! She goes for the pin and the ref counts quickly

1!!

2!!

3!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your 1# contender for the Television title at Revolutions per minute…CIRCA!!”

Circa hops up to her feet in and jumps around a bit, excited, but as She prances about the ring, Stevenson gets to the top rope and jumps off, half way through the air, circa stops and looks up, she only sees Stevenson hit the ground at top speed with the Shooting star leg drop portion of his “Hell Freezes over” move, He Immediately pins Scartic!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the second fall, and the Challenger for the television title next week… KYLE STEVENSON!”

“Schism” by tool hits the speakers as Stevenson gets up, Circa obviously outraged pushes Stevenson, they both get face to face… Stevenson just grins and motions for the title around his waist before he leaves the ring… Circa shakes her head and motions that the title will be around her own waist!!

McDaniel: “A quick match there, but at least we've got contenders decided for next week and at Revolutions Per Minute!"

Rentfro: “And Stevenson cuts a lucky break! Kid's got a guardian angel on his shoulder!!"

McDaniel: “Better then a chip like yours."

Rentfro: “Wha? Sheesh Jon, I didn't earn that one! Better we move forward before I do!"

PWA Television Championship Match
Helix (C) vs. Fire

McDaniel: Welcome back everyone! A quick heads up here! Chamelion was just out here again, and has added a spectacular match to tonight’s show! Grade A Nastyness has been sent to the ring to take on Lunatic Fringe in tag team action!

Rentfro: Chamelion had been getting sick and tired of McNasty and Wilkie begging for a tag title match, so he’s opted to give them a trial run against the former champions! All four men are in the ring and the match is about to get under way!

DING DING DING!

Sirus and McNasty start off with a simple lock up. Sirus transitions into a hammer lock and applies pressure. McNasty quickly reverses that and takes it into a head lock. Sirus shoots a couple of elbows into McNasty's back to soften him up and tries to push him off into the ropes, but McNasty takes a hand full of Sirus's hair and uses the leverage to pull himself back into the head lock. Sirus tries again but again McNasty pulls himself back into the head lock by the hair.

McDaniel: McNasty using the hair to keep the advantage over Sirus Moran.

Rentfro:: It's his own fault for not getting it cut. Damn hippies!

McNasty wrenches down on the headlock and Sirus again eases the pressure by shooting a couple of elbows into McNasty's back, but instead of pushing him off, he lifts him up and sends him crashing down with a back drop. McNasty sells the pain and rolls over to his corner quickly to tag in Wilkie who smiles widely as he sizes up Sirus. Wilkie offers up his hand in a test of strength which Sirus accepts and begins to get the better of Wilkie when Wilkie goes for a cheap shot kick that Sirus manages to dodge. Sirus breaks out of the test of strength and wrenches it into a wrist lock on Wilkie. Wilkie winces as Sirus pulls him over to his corner and tags in Randall. Sirus keeps the writs lock applied as Randall goes up top and brings a double axe handle crashing down onto the helpless limb.

McDaniel: Lunatic Fringe is a well oiled machine when it comes to tag action. You'd have to eat a lot of Weet-a-bix and spinach to be able to get one over them in a tag team contest!

Rentfro:: Meh, they're okay.

Wilkie shakes off his arm as Randall pummels him into the corner where he unloads with lefts, rights and kicks. Once he is sufficiently weakened, Randall marches to the other corner and comes charging at Wilkie in a splash attempt, but Wilkie moves at the last second, making Randall eat turnbuckle padding.

Rentfro:: George "The Animal" Steele would of been proud at how well Randall eats a turnbuckle!

Randall staggers out of the corner and Wilkie catches him around the head to nail him with a bulldog. Randall’s head bounces and he rolls onto his back as Wilkie charges and jumps onto the middle rope, moonsaulting himself back off it to land on Randall, making the cover afterwards.

1!...

2!...

Kickout!

Rentfro:: Damn it, they're not trying hard enough!

Wilkie puts the stomps to Randall before tagging McNasty back in. They start to double team Randall as the ref begins a count for Wilkie to leave the ring. They both whip Randall into the ropes and send him crashing down to the mat with a double back body drop. Wilkie then goes to his corner as instructed as McNasty puts a camel clutch on Randall.

McDaniel: Randall will want to make a tag soon, because Grade A Nastyness is starting to take control of this match.

McNasty wrenches the hold as the ref asks whether he wants to quits or not. Randall grits his teeth and fights to his feet before running backwards and ramming McNasty into the corner. Randall then staggers back to his corner and tags in Sirus who comes charging in. BOOM! McNasty goes down! Wilkie rushes in, BOOM! Wilkie goes down. Sirus picks up Wilkie and tosses him to the outside.

McDaniel: Sirus is on fire!

Rentfro:: Then put some water on him.

Sirus delivers a powerful straight punch to the sternum of McNasty, The Wrong Hand of Doom! Sirus makes the cover.

1!...

2!...

3!

McDaniel: That was a vicious Sirus we just saw, he didn’t try to be nice, shake hands or nothing, he just took the initiative and BOOM, McNasty went down for the count!

Rentfro:: It felt like… dare I say… a bit of ‘Dark Sirus!” in there!

McDaniel: Maybe the pressure of the losses they’ve endured hit home even to Sirus Moran!?

Rentfro:: Never the less, the first meeting between these two teams goes to Lunatic Fringe, but the next time… I bet the next time Grade A Nastyness will be ready, and it will be a hell of a match!

Fatal Tragedy vs. Masters of Armageddon

The cameras cut to the commentators' table, where Rentfro and McDaniel are looking down at the schedule before them. McDaniel looks up, and then hits Rentfro on the arm.

Rentfro: Hey, why did you...oh...

Rentfro, realizing that he and McDaniel are both live on-camera, clears his throat.

McDaniel: Fans, tonight's main event is a direct result of what occurred three weeks ago on this very program. Following the actions of Matthew Engel during the triple threat tag team match earlier in the night, the latest edition of the Master of Armageddon, through the aid of former PWA Commissioner Ai Mei Montrose, debuted and beat Engel to a bloody pulp. Since then, it's been a war of words as Matthew has been focused primarily on his ongoing feud with Corey Lazarus, who will be joining us at ringside momentarily.

Rentfro: Yeah, and if you ask me, Jon? Matt deserved what he got. He left Jamie Flynn lying unconscious, and the MoA saw the perfect time to strike. I'm not too big a fan of the MoA and what they've done in the PWA, or the entire wrestling industry for that matter, but Matt had it coming.

McDaniel: And I'm sure Corey would agree with you there. Let's give it to Eric Emerson for the introductions tonight.

Emerson clears his throat, and then brings the microphone to his mouth.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit, and is your main event of the evening!

A trio of drumrolls blast over the PA system, and Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" cues right up to the first verse as Corey Lazarus walks out from behind the curtain, a smile on his face. The fans cheer, some boo, and Lazarus slaps a few high-fives with front row fans as he walks down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time, tonight's guest ringside commentator, "The Premiere Attraction"...

Corey goes to jump up onto the apron, but then turns around quick, landing on his feet at ringside with his back against the apron. Lazarus adjusts the collar of his black silk shirt - the top three buttons undone and exposing his bare chest - and then runs his left hand over his gelled back hair. He shakes his head, laughing, and then walks around the ring and over to McDaniel and Rentfro.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

Corey reaches over the table and uses his casted right hand to shake Rentfro's hand, and then uses his perfectly fine left hand to shake McDaniel's. He takes a seat next to Jon, and then carefully puts his headset on so as to not mess his hair up. "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" dies down, and Corey clears his throat as he gets comfortable.

McDaniel: Corey, welcome to the commentary table.

Lazarus: It's a pleasure to be here, Jon. Going over old tapes of my matches, I really feel as though you've done the best job at providing some insight as to what actually goes on in the ring.

Rentfro: What about me?

Lazarus: Well, every Bruce Wayne needs a Dick Grayson, so don't feel too bad about that.

The lights dim as "The Dance of Eternity" by Dream Theater picks up on the PA system. About ten seconds in, we hear quick strums of the heavy guitar, then the bass line takes over. Soon enough, everybody chimes in, the keyboard dominating.

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

Matt and Warren Engel come out from backstage. Green and blue pyros shoot off in front of them, as the crowd erupts in cheers and boos.

Eric Emerson: ...they have a combined weight of four hundred and twenty three pounds...

Oddy is waving to the crowd on the stage, while Matt begins to walk to the ring. He ignores the crowd. He's focused on the ring, and what's about to transpire inside of it. Warren follows Matthew, and both men slide into the ring. The crafty music of the guitar, keyboard, and bass mix together in perfect harmony as "The Dance Of Eternity" continues on.

Eric Emerson: ...Matthew and Warren Engel... FATAL TRAGEDY!!!

Oddy raises his arm in the air, getting another pop out of the crowd. Matt is relaxing in their corner, oblivious to the boos and shouts of hatred trying to consume him from ringside. He doesn't care. Oddy and Matt get together in their corner, and Matt decides he'll be in first. They await the match to start, with Matt constantly looking over his shoulder and glaring at Corey.

Lazarus: What? Hey, man, I'm right here! If you really want to start something, by all means, Matty, come on down and say hello!

Rentfro: You know what? I hope he DOES come down here and shuts you up for good, Corey.

Lazarus: And I hope you finally learn how to wipe your ass properly. There's a reason I sat next to Jon and not you, Brian, and it has to do with the foul odor emanating from below your waist and behind you.

::I AM THE NEW WAY TO GO::
::I AM THE WAY OF THE FUTURE::

"After the Flesh" by My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult begins playing, the whines of a siren heard in the background over industrial clanging as the lights die, save for the glow of the ADC-Tron. A series of quick blasts on the snare drum are heard, followed by a guitar riff as the "MoA SUPREME" logo appears on the ADC-Tron.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents...

::THERE'S A LOT OF INNOCENT PEOPLE::
::BEING CRUCIFIED::

The first verse of "After the Flesh" begins playing, and the lights in the arena come back to life as Vicious and Duff Cote d'Ivoire walk out from behind the curtain, their eyes concealed by black Oakleys. They solemnly walk down the ramp, their eyes focused on the Engel brothers.

Eric Emerson: At a combined weight of 505 pounds, they represent the Masters of Armageddon...

Duff and Vicious stop at ringside, turning to each other and talking.

Eric Emerson: The team of VICIOUS and DUFF COTE d'IVOIRE!!

Emerson doesn't even have time to leave the ring before Matthew and Warren charge, both flying over the top with a pair of tope con hilo's, crashing down atop the MoA members. The Engels get to their feet, with Warren screaming to the crowd with a chorus of cheers and Matthew going right after Duff, driving his boot into the side of his head over and over again. "After the Flesh" dies, and the referee looks as though he doesn't know what to do. He shrugs as the Engels pummel away on the downed MoA members, and then signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

McDaniel: And before the referee could even get the match properly started, Fatal Tragedy flies over the top to attack Duff and Vicious!

Lazarus: You know, for all of the sh{bleep} I'll give Matthew Engel, he is a hell of a competitor, especially when he takes to the sky. I'm not so sure that Duff and Vicious expected to be attacked before the opening bell, but they damn well should have, especially considering this match was set up for personal reasons.

Rentfro: Well, maybe you should've never hung out with Enika, that way you and Matt wouldn't be at each other's throats.

Lazarus: Don't you tell me how to live my life, douchef{bleep}k.

Matt and Warren toss Duff and Vic into the ring, and then follow them in. Matt brings Duff to his feet and whips him into the corner as Warren doubles Vicious over. Matt charges in with a body splash attempt, but Duff steps out of the corner, catches him, and then tosses him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex into the corner. Warren goes to lift Vicious up for a powerbomb, but Vic forces himself out and lifts Warren up on his shoulder with a tilt-a-whirl, holding him in a powerslam position. Duff charges over and then shoots out a boot as Vicious tosses Warren up, and then Cote d'Ivoire's boot gets driven right into Warren's face, sending the rookie backflipping before landing face-first to the mat.

McDaniel: OOFH! Warren Engel could have just been knocked right out!

Duff pulls off his Oakleys, dropping them under the bottom turnbuckle in his corner, and then gets out onto the apron. Vicious pulls his off, putting them next to Duff's, and then brings Warren to his feet. Matthew Engel, across the ring, crawls onto the apron, and Warren stumbles to his feet. Vicious comes over with a pair of rights to Warren's head, forcing him into a neutral corner. Vicious scoops Warren up, and then ties him into a Tree of Woe. Vicious backs off as the referee comes in to try to break him away, holding his hands up as Matthew gets to his feet on the apron, glaring across at Vicious and Duff as he holds his lower back.

Rentfro: It looks like the MoA is starting to respect some rules...?

Vicious shoves the referee out of the way, and then delivers a stiff sidekick to Warren's throat. ODDYSEY sits up, gasping for breath, and Vicious clubs him in the back, turning around and lifting Warren up onto his shoulders.

Lazarus: Now far be it from me to actually give credit where it's due, but Vicious is perfect in his assault right here. He knows he's stronger than Warren, he knows that he's much more experienced, and that's showing here as he takes Warren's wind with the shot to the throat, and now he's going to break him down just a litle bit more with this...Crucifix Powerbomb!

Vic gets to his feet, and then drags Warren by the ankle to the corner. He tags in Duff, who steps over the top rope and purposefully drags his foot across Warren's forehead in the process.

Ref: HEY! YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN, AND YOU'RE OUTTA HERE!

Duff does the "quick jerk" motion with his hand, and then grabs Oddysey by his hair, bringing him to his feet.

McDaniel: Duff Cote d'Ivoire in now with a front facelock on Warren Engel. He lifts him up vertically, AND WARREN SLIDES OUT! Rear waistlock by Warren, Duff with the standing switch. He lifts Warren up, and a rolling prawn by Engel gets 1!

Lazarus: If I were Warren I'd be trying to make a tag right now, if only to catch a quick breather.

Rentfro: And if I were Warren I'd leave the match right now until security escorted you away from ringside.

McDaniel: Dammit, we have a match to call! Would the two of you stop bickering like little girls and start focusing on the match? Jeez...

Duff misses with a running clothesline attempt, and Warren hits the ropes. Oddysey ducks under a back elbow attempt, and then hits the ropes again, leaping forward and connecting with a BIG right to the side of Duff's head.

McDaniel: And the Cloque comes out of nowhere!

Duff falls down like a bag of bricks, and Warren leaps on top of him for the cover.

2!!

Rentfro: And Vicious breaks it up.

Vicious grabs Warren by the head, bringing him to his feet, and then knees Warren in the midsection, doubling him over. He places his head between his thighs, locking on a reverse rear waistlock, and then lifts Oddysey vertically before falling to a seated position, driving Warren head-first into the mat.

Lazarus: And it looks like that piledriver could be the difference maker.

Vicious gets back out onto the apron as the referee yells at him, prompting Matthew to rush in behind the ref's back, bring Duff to his feet, and then lift him over his shoulder for an Air Raid Crash. Virus then swings Duff around, dropping him with a side facebuster, and then slides back onto the apron as the referee turns around.

McDaniel: Sons of Plunder by Matthew Engel! And both of the legal men are down!

Rentfro: Folks, we're getting word that we have to go take our final commercial break, so the cameras are rolling, stay tuned!

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McDaniel: We're back from commercial, and chaos has erupted!

Virus and Duff brawl around ringside as Warren and Vicious fight up the entrance ramp. No wrestling moves are performed, just simple punches and kicks, until Virus blocks a left jab from Duff and counters it with an armdrag. Vicious whips Warren over the guardrail and into the front row, and then follows him into the crowd, leveling him with rights. Virus slides into the ring, a hand on the top rope, and watches as Duff gets to his feet on the outside.

McDaniel: Virus off the ropes, he jumps up to the top...!

Lazarus: But Duff gets on the apron and crotches him!

Duff quickly shakes the cobwebs out, and then backs up to the corner whilst on the apron, he and the crotched Virus facing one another. Duff then charges, and knocks Virus off of the ropes and into the ring with a lariat. Warren, in the crowd, blocks a right from Vicious and hits him with a boot to the midsection before nailing a DDT onto an unfolded chair that a fan was sitting in.

Rentfro: How the hell hasn't the referee called for the bell yet?

Lazarus: Because he understands that the ratings for this match are going to be pretty damn solid, especially with the Hollywood Kid doing commentary for it, and he doesn't want to be the one to be blamed for the match not having a solid finish.

McDaniel: Duff and Matt back in the ring, and Duff whips Matt into the corner...BUT VIRUS FIRES BACK WITH A SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!

Virus rolls off of Duff, and then gets to his feet, hitting the ropes. Duff gets up and leapfrogs Virus, turns around, and ducks a spinning wheel kick. He locks on a rear waistlock, but Virus throws back a pair of elbows to break the hold, and then hits the ropes again. Duff lifts Virus for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Virus slides through and lands with Duff in a Fujiwara armbar.

Rentfro: And a tilt-a-whirl is reversed into a wakigatame by Matthew Engel!

Lazarus: Actually, Brian, that's a Fujiwara armbar. There's a few small differences, but they're different holds.

Rentfro: No they're not, it's the same thing!

Lazarus: No, they're a little different. A Fujiwara armbar has no wristlock to it, focusing entirely on the elbow and the shoulder. A wakigatame adds a wristlock into it, and has a slightly different torque to it.

McDaniel: And Duff makes the ropes!

Virus tightens the hold, switching his gaze from Duff to Corey at ringside. Matthew cinches the hold even tighter as the referee begins his count, staring right at Corey.

Ref: C'mon, he's got the ropes, break it up! 1! 2! Break it up!

Lazarus: Don't be looking at me, Matt, focus on Duff! That's how you got into this mess in the first place!

Ref: 3! 4!

Matt releases Duff's arm and stands up, dusting off his pants as he walks over to the corner. Duff gets to his feet, shaking out his arm and holding his elbow as he does so. Virus climbs up to the top rope, perched on the top turnbuckle as he focuses on Duff. Cote d'Ivoire turns around, and Virus flies off with his legs spread, wrapping them around Duff's head and flipping backwards.

McDaniel: Diving hurricanrana by Matthew Engel, AND DUFF REVERSES IT INTO A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

Lazarus: I'd say that deserves a replay!

Rentfro: (mockingly) I'd say that deserves a replay...

Lazarus: Watch your tongue, queefmunch.

A box pops up in the bottom corner with "REPLAY" in the center of it. In the box, Duff whips Virus back onto his shoulders, turns the powerbomb position quickly into a fireman's carry, and then throws Engel off, dropping him on the back of his head on the mat. The box disappears as Duff pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, and then Warren Engel lunges for a lariat in the front row towards Vicious, but Vic catches him with a quick Uranage over the guardrail.

McDaniel: OUCH! Warren Engel may have broken something on that one!

Vicious steps over the guardrail, and then turns towards a fan that threw his half-empty cup of beer at him. Vicious grabs the fan by the throat and tosses him over the guardrail before nailing him with a stiff soccer kick to the face. Security rushes to ringside as Vicious keeps stomping on the errant fan, and then turns his attention away back to Warren. He drags Warren to his feet by his hair, and then tosses him in the ring as security escorts the fan towards the back, his nose dripping with blood.

Lazarus: And THAT is why fans should never try to get involved in the match they're seeing.

Rentfro: Maybe he's trying to copy you after the precedent you set last week when you blindsided Matthew Engel!

Lazarus: Hey, back the f{bleep}k off, Rentfro! I will feed you your own sh{bleep}t, you dig?

McDaniel: The brothers Engel are now in a world of trouble, as the MoA has a full-on advantage right here.

Duff stomps on Warren a little bit, and then brings him to his feet. He turns Warren around, and then ducks down, tucking his own head between Warren's legs from behind. Duff then stands up, lifting Warren onto his shoulders, and walks over to Matthew, who is now on all-four's. Vicious catches a quick breather at ringside, and then lifts the apron up, looking under the ring.

McDaniel: Duff Cote d'Ivoire...ELECTRIC CHAIR BOMB ONTO MATTHEW ENGEL! Holy sh...AND NOW WHAT'S VICIOUS GOT?!

Warren flops around the ring like a fish out of water, trying to catch his breath as he holds his gut, and Duff wipes sweat from his brow before booting Matthew Engel in the back of the head. Vicious pulls a table out from underneath the ring, and then sets it up on the outside. Vicious shakes his hand out, biting at his finger, and then slides into the ring. He points to Matthew, and then Warren, and then switches off between the two for a few moments. Vicious looks over at Duff, who shrugs, and then shakes out his arm a little bit more. Vicious grabs Matthew by the back of his head, and drags him to the center of the ring.

McDaniel: No! Not through the table!

Lazarus: Oh, c'mon, what's wrong with putting Matt through a table? If anything he deserves it, really.

Rentfro: You're just loving it because you know if Matt was put through the table then he wouldn't be able to come down here and smack you across the face after the match.

Lazarus: You know, Brian, you've got one more thing to say to me that's anything other than professional before something bad happens to you, so you should really think it over and choose your next words very carefully, because they're going to be chiseled on your tombstone.

Rentfro: (clears throat) Ahem...and Vicious brings Matt to his feet!

Vicious throws Matt out onto the apron as Duff goes over and shoves Warren out of the ring and onto the floor with his foot. Duff then slides out of the ring and walks over to the table. He grabs Matt and lays him out on the table as Vicious climbs to the top rope. The referee begs and pleads for the MoA to not follow through, and Warren begins crawling over to the steps in the same corner as Vicious.

McDaniel: And Vicious is calling for the Seven Star Press...BUT HERE'S WARREN ENGEL!

With a sudden burst of adrenaline Warren rushes up the steps and onto the apron, delivering a sweet right hook to Vicious's jaw. Vicious goes loopy, falling backwards across the turnbuckle, and Duff walks over towards Warren, but gets a kick to the ribs by Matthew for it. Virus slides off of the table and nails Duff with a series of rights to the side of his head before sliding him into the ring. Warren climbs to the middle rope, pulling Vicious back up, and then locks him in a front facelock. Matt slides back into the ring after Duff, both men getting to their feet at the same time, and Warren screams to the crowd.

McDaniel: And Warren Engel...!!!

Lazarus: AVALANCHE DDT THROUGH A TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

Warren and Vicious lie in the rubble of the broken table as EMTs rush out from the back. Security holds some front row fans back to let the oncoming EMTs do their job, and Matthew and Duff trade rights in the center of the ring.

Rentfro: Duff with a right, another, and another, and Matt's dazed!

McDaniel: Duff off the ropes...CLOTHESLINE, NO!!

Engel ducks under the clothesline, and Duff turns around, ready to throw another.

Lazarus: Virus hits Duff low, and he's got him up...BRAINBUSTER...NO!!

Duff fights out of it, landing back on his feet, and then he turns Virus around, locking on a Kata Hajime. Engel scrambles for the ropes, but Duff tightens it, pulling Matt into the center of the ring. He then goes to toss Virus over is shoulder, but turns around while Matt is mid-air and drops down to a seated position, dropping Matthew to the mat head-first.

Rentfro: AND DUFF CONNECTS WITH THE MASTER OF PUPPETS!!

Duff reaches over, grabbing Engel's arm, and drags him back into the dead center of the ring, pushing both arms onto his shoulders and leveraging his weight down as the referee drops for the count.

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Lazarus: And Matt Engel's night ends the same exact way as it did last week, with him getting dropped on his head by a better man.

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, the team of Vicious and Duff Cote d'Ivoire...the MASTERS OF ARMAGEDDON!!

"After the Flesh" cues back up as Duff rolls out of the ring, checking on Vicious. Engel comes to, holding the back of his neck, and then crawls over to the ropes, using them to get to his feet.

Lazarus: Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure calling this match with you, but our time's up. Have a good night, fellas.

Corey tosses his headset off, and then slides into the ring. He gets up, crouched and ready, and Virus backs up, turning around. Lazarus leaps up as Virus braces for sudden impact, but Corey immediately lands on his feet. He points to his own eyes, and then to Matt, and rolls out of the ring, backing up the entrance ramp. "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" cues back up at the bridge before the chorus, and Lazarus smirks as he adjusts his collar, pointing up to Virus.

Rentfro: Warren and Vicious don't look too good over there... it was a damn warzone out here tonight!

EMTs have Vicious and Warren both on stretchers, security trying to hold the front row fans back as much as they can. The place is chaotic, about to erupt. Vicious and Warren get pulled out of there, and Duff follows the EMTs backstage. Matt climbs out of the ring, anger and destruction fill his eyes as he gets boo'd by the close fans. He walks up the rampway.

Rentfro: A tough loss for Matt and his brother... but when you're going against the MoA, having Corey here as a distraction never helps.

McDaniel: I agree with you there. Matt didn't have his head in the game... but we do know that he will be getting retribution at Revolutions Per Minute when he faces Vicious.

Rentfro: And don't forget, Warren will be facing Duff!

McDaniel: Well folks, that about wraps it up from our end... stay tuned next week for more exciting action as we make our way to Dublin, Ireland... I'm Jon McDaniel and -- wait.. we're getting something backstage!

A slow cut as we land outside, tracing a far shot of the parking lot before pulling in close on a shot of a lone figure, staggering from the building.

Up close then we fall upon The Virus, Matthew Engel, treading heavily on laden feet, shaky with every step from another long night. His face holds a grim, hateful stare as he walks alone in the night, every spiteful thought in his head fighting to be heard. He doesn’t even acknowledge the figure sitting on the wall to his left as he passes them by.

You know I really miss Jamie.

A furious glint flashes across his eyes as a soft female voice punctuates the air. Yet he never as much as stops, only slows to shoot a glare, catching a smirking Lisa Seldon in the corner of his eye before he carries right on, while she falls into step behind.

Lisa Seldon: He was such a nice guy; funny, kind, always ready to help out a friend.

He never turns back, just speeds up.

Lisa Seldon: You'd never meet a nicer guy Matt, I'm sure if things had been different you could have been friends.

He grits his teeth, holding his eyes low as he tries to leave her behind.

Lisa Seldon: To think, all he ever wanted to do was wrestle, and he was great at it too. A real future in this sport to be certain, and now because of people like you and me he might never walk again. Funny.

Finally she snaps him, and in one fluid motion he turns her in against a steel shuttered wall, clattering the metal behind her before a fist hammers down right by her head, hard enough to crack the bone, but he doesn't show it. Instead his steely, grim faced, painful stare hangs inches from her own, seething silently in weeks and months of rage.

His heavy breath stagnates the air, but still she just smiles.

Lisa Seldon: Oh please, I'm a tiny little girl.

She speaks casually, stepping out from under his arm, no idea just how close he came.

Matthew Engel: What, do you want?

He grinds on every word.

Lisa Seldon: Me?

She holds her arms out in defense, mock surprise spreading across her face.

Lisa Seldon: I just want to set things right. See, right now my friend is in a hospital bed because Ridel wanted to get at you while making sure that our groups kept squabbling forever on.

It's our fault Matt, we did this to him.

With a scowl he cuts her off.

Matthew Engel: We?

He spits.

Matthew Engel: We never did anything, Lisa. Jamie was a big boy in a rough sport where people tend to get hurt. He knew that when he signed up.

His voice cuts sharp, and for a moment her eyes seem to darken, snapping back in turn.

Lisa Seldon: Oh, sure, he knew he could get hurt, he knew something could go wrong, but he didn't know someone was going to single him out and break his neck just for being in the wrong place.

Her voice rises, he almost has to laugh.

Matthew Engel: Yeah, it's a harsh world.

He hits her with a look, the two sharing one cold expression before he gives in, shouldering passed and stalking off into the night. From over the shoulder then, she calls him one last time.

Lisa Seldon: He trusted you Matt, and look what happened. Don't you think you owe him?

Something painful wells up inside, and he forces it back down, leaving her behind.