"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.

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2

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.

1

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.

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2

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.

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2

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...

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2

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!!

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2

3!

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.

 

Number One Contendership to Grizzly Beer Title
Riona Langly vs. Scott Nash Strader

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one pin fall or submission, with both wrestlers making their debut in Pioneer Wrestling...

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 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.

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

### 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.

Eric Emerson: RIOOOONA... LANGLLLYYYY!!
### 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.

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

Eric Emerson: And her opponent... hailing from Houston, Texas...

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

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

Eric Emerson: He stands six foot ten inches and weighs two hundred and ninety five pounds...

##But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...##

Scott begins his descent down to the ring.

##5 minutes alone##

##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##

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

Eric Emerson: He is SCOTT NASH STRADER!!!

McDaniel: SNS couldn't get on the airwaves this week, but Riona sure did.

Rentfro: Typical women.

DING DING DING!

SNS and Riona lock up, but SNS obviously overpowers Riona. Riona slides out of it and hits a side kick to SNS's back. She springboards off the middle rope with a dropkick and takes SNS down. She hits some knee strikes on SNS's head. She goes into the ropes and comes back with huge knee drop, but SNS rolls out of the way just in time. He gets to his feet quick and clotheslines Riona. Riona gets up and gets knocked by down again with a clothesline. She springs to her feet and SNS tries it again, but she ducks and hits an inverted DDT on SNS!

McDaniel: Big move there! She hooks the leg...

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2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: Two and a half count there as Riona goes back to work on Scott. She keeps smashing those knees into the big man's side and head, trying to wear him down.

McDaniel: They don't seem to be doing much damage. Scott gets to his feet and Riona tries for a roundhouse kick, but Scott steps in and grabs her by the throat!

Rentfro: Scott lifts her high into the air and slams her down hard!

McDaniel: What a chokeslam! He covers...

1...

2...

3! No! Riona got her shoulder up at the last second.

McDaniel: Scott's arguing with the ref, as Riona stirs a bit.

Rentfro: Riona using the ropes to get up, sees that Scott is still arguing with the ref. Let it go man!

SNS turns around and is met by a stiff kick to the face. SNS staggers back and falls into the corner. Riona slams her knees into SNS's midsection. She backs up to the middle of the ring, and sprints. She leaps and catches SNS in the face with a high knee strike, and SNS staggers forward. Riona hops up to the top turnbuckle. She leaps forward off the turnbuckle, shooting her legs out in front of her, and catches SNS with a massive bulldog! She hooks the leg...

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2..

Kick out!

Riona is frustrated and gets 
SNS to his feet. She sends him into the ropes, but SNS comes back and nails her with a big boot! Riona looks out of it, and SNS covers.

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2...

Shoulder up!

SNS gets Riona up to her feet and tosses her easily into the corner. He slams his shoulder into Riona a few times and then picks her up so she's upside down in front of me, and takes off to the middle of the ring. He leaps and executes a big running powerslam. He covers...

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2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: How did she manage to kick out of that?!

Rentfro: [Thick Russian accent] Girl's got alligator blood...can't get rid of her...

McDaniel: You need to stop staying up and watching Rounders every night.

Rentfro: [Thick Russian accent] I'll splash dee pot whensever zee fu--

They are cut off when SNS lifts up Riona in a powerbomb position, but Riona counters with lefts and rights, trying to bring the big man down. He staggers back a bit, but keeps his balance. Riona hooks her legs together and hits a beautiful hurricanrana on SNS.

McDaniel: Nice reversal by Riona!

Riona gets to her feet, as does SNS. She hits him with a right, but that doesn't do much. She kicks him low, which makes him double over, and she hooks both arms. She tries to drive him to the mat with a DDT, but SNS doesn't budge. Except, he picks her up in a bear hug position and slams her down with a spinebuster. He covers...

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2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Riona is definitely making this difficult for Scott!

Rentfro: Scott certainly has a huge size advantage, but Riona is almost just as tough as him!

McDaniel: No more Teddy KGB?

Rentfro: Maybe YOU need to stop watching Rounders every night.

Riona gets picked up to her feet and sent into the ropes by SNS. She comes back and tries for a cross body press, but SNS catches her. He smiles at the crowd, and leans back while throwing Riona over his head for a huge release fallaway slam. Riona hits the mat hard and rolls up into the ropes. SNS grabs her by her feet and drags her into the middle of the ring. The big man goes into the ropes and comes down with a huge elbow drop. He tries for a second one, but Riona moves out of the way just in time. She goes to her feet and connects with a roundhouse kick!

McDaniel: Quite a wake-up call for Scott there!

Rentfro: That only pissed him off!

McDaniel: Scott runs at Riona, but Riona counters with a schoolboy!

Riona holds SNS together and the ref hits the mat.

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2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Scott barely escaped that rollup, but he's back on his feet.

Rentfro: He takes a swing at Riona, but she ducks. She nails a dropkick to his back!

McDaniel: Scott goes over the top rope and lands on the outside!

Riona slides out of the ring and grabs Scott by his hair. She slams his face into the barricade. The referee starts to count.

Fans: 1!

Riona slams his face into the barricade once more, and then unchambers lefts and rights into Scott's side.

Fans: 2!

Riona gets Scott upright and tries to throw him into the ringpost, but Scott denies her and pulls her back at him. He lifts up his right arm, horizontally, and catches Riona hard with a vicious clothesline.

Fans: 3!

Riona gets up to her feet, but Scott is on the attack and clubs her in the back with a huge forearm smash. He does it again, and again. He picks her up and drops her throat first on the barricade.

Fans: 4!

Riona grabs her throat in pain.

Fans: 5!

SNS picks Riona up and rolls her into the ring. She manages to get to a knee.

Fans: 6!

SNS follows suit, and grabs Riona by the hair, but Riona counters. She lands a sharp kick to Scott's right knee, and winds up a huge haymaker that connects with SNS's gut.

McDaniel: Ouch! That'll leave a mark!

Rentfro: Come on, Scott! It couldn't have hurt that much!

Riona first wraps her arms around SNS from the side, with her left arm going underneath SNS's left arm while the right goes over it. She then locks her hands behind SNS's back and pushes forward, causing SNS's right arm to push against their neck and choke them. As SNS is choking, Riona then pushes SNS backwards while maintaining a standing position by locking SNS's legs. Finally, Riona swings SNS backwards with her, releasing the triangle just in time for SNS to land on his arm, causing it to jam into his throat.

McDaniel: TOURNIQUET! TOURNIQUET! It's OVER!

Rentfro: You gotta be kidding me...

Riona covers.

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3!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And your winner of this match...and new contender to the Grizzly Beer title... RIONA LANGLY!!!!

Riona's music should be coming on now, as she celebrates in the ring. Scott rolls out of the ring, in disgust. He heads up the rampway. We cut back to Riona, who's a little confused, but still stands there with her hands raised, the crowd applauding her efforts.

"The Empire Strikes First" by Bad Religion comes on. Joe BoXeR steps out... and the crowd erupts in cheers. He's dressed in a fine suit, once again.

Joe BoXeR: Thank you...thank you.

The crowd silences. Riona relaxes in the turnbuckle.

Joe BoXeR: Fantastic work, Riona, making short work of Scotty. Those Straders just don't know who they're messing with these days. Anyhow, I'm here for important things, really. I've got an announcement to make.

Vicious will be defending his Grizzly Beer title on NIGHT THREE of Revolutions Per Minute in a match of his choosing...but it won't be against you. Due to complications with Karasu leaving unexpectedly, Vicious will be facing my brother Matthew as we originally wanted. Unfortunately, Vicious was handed a shot at the belt.

And he got it. Good for him. But Vicious and Virus was a must-have. Master versus Engel! Even you would love to see that, Riona.

The crowd raises some boos...Riona doesn't look pleased.

Joe BoXeR: But rest assured, Riona, you will be getting your shot as you deserve. Two weeks after Revolutions Per Minute, May second, you will be cashing in your contendership opportunity and facing the winner of Vicious and Virus. You've got my word on that!

"The Empire Strikes First" hits the sound system again as Joe BoXeR disappears backstage. Riona celebrates with the crowd once more, and leaves the ring.

McDaniel: Even though Riona's the number one contender, she's gotta wait for her shot.

Rentfro: Talk about favoritism.

McDaniel: Maybe, Brian. But Joe is a businessman, and with what has transpired between Matthew and the MoA, it's going to be a HUGE match.

Rentfro:
Let's go to commercial break.



The screen opens unto the dorm room of a typical college student. There is the omnipresent cheap furniture, a few scattered personal items, and a large stack of text books. On the other side of the text books sits a frazzled overworked student, struggling with his studies.

Nightmare: Is your social life in limbo?

The student looks up at the voice-over, sighs, and nods. Suddenly the door opens and two beautiful young women in tasteful but provocative attire step into his room. Each take one of his arms and pull him away from his schoolwork and towards the door.

Nightmare: Then come to a party paradise, your own personal heaven on earth.

The trio step through the door and step out into, not the dormitory hallway, but a state-of-the-art nightclub. Electric red, silver, and black are the dominant colors. The threesome pass through a lounge, walking past a bar where several of the beautiful people are conversing and flirting while the bartender serves with flair.

Nightmare:Own the night and raise a little Hell.

The lovely angels draw the young man onto a jumping dance floor. The sea of bodies moves and sways to the driving music from the live band on stage as colored lights strobe and pulse. Dancers move to the rhythm in cages to either side of the stage. The student soon casts his worries aside as he revels in the attention of his ravishing escorts.

Nightmare: Come to Club Purgatory.

The student is temporarily lost from view among the throng of humanity. When he surfaces he has lipstick stains and a wide grin on his face.

Student: It would be a sin not to!

The young man is drawn back away from the camera by his ravishing companions as they grind against him. The scene cuts to a still image.



 Fade to black.


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


DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is schedualed for one fall… and is for the PWA Television Championship!

The opening bass drums and guitar riffs to this fire echo through the arena, the lead singer of Franz Ferdinand becomes clear over the speakers

Eyes
Boring a way through me
Paralyze
Controlling completely
Now
There is a fire in me
Fire that burns

As soon as the chorus hits, Fire runs out of from the backstage and down to the ring, she rolls under the bottom ropes and poses for the fans a bit, before he music fades.

Eric Emerson: In the ring first, the challenger… weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds, from Hollywood California… FIIIIIIREEEEEE!

The crowd cheers as she points out a couple of fans.

Eric Emerson: And second to the ring… The Champion… Weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds, standing six feet, five inches, from the streets of Baltimore, Maryland, he is HEEEEELLLLIXXXX!!

CUEUP: “Hello/Goodbye” by Lupe Fiasco. A few seconds into the song, HELIX emerges from a random place in the crowd, cigarette in mouth, a 40 oz. in his hand. His newly polished TV title rests securely around his waist. He is a tall, muscular African-American wearing a black trenchcoat over camouflage pants and construction boots. He slowly moves through the crowd, enjoying his cigarette and drinking his beer. He climbs over the guard rail, throws the butt to the ground, steps on it, chugs the rest of his beer and gives it to a random fan in the crowd. He takes his trenchcoat off, throws it to the ground and jumps into the ring. He hands off his title to the referee, who raises it in the air.

DING DING DING!

The match starts and both competitor size up in the middle of the ring… Fire obviously a lot smaller than the reigning champion, Helix. They both lock up in the middle of the ring, Fire immediately goes for a quick hammer lock, but Helix reverses it into a hammer lock of his own. He punts Fire in the back of the knees and pushers her to her stomach, still he keeps the hammer lock on.

McDaniel: Here we go ladies and Gents! We're already into intense action in this match.

Rentfro: You gotta give it to Fire though… she’s cute… Just give it to her…

McDaniel: You make me sick…

Fire begins to push up against Helix’s hammer lock, she gets herself up enough so that she can spin just enough to get on her knees and push him off with her body. She shakes her hand and blows on it, obviously, that maneuver hurt her a bit more than it hurt Helix!

McDaniel: Helix, obviously a lot stronger and bigger than Fire… can she keep up?

Rentfro: I would sure hope so! I’ve seen fire kick ass in the BWF, she can sure as hell do it here!

Fire and Helix both lock up in the ring again, this time, fire knees Helix in the gut and hits a hard DDT! Helix goes down, and Fire gets back her feet, runs for the ropes, bounces off and hits a rough running leg drop!

Rentfro: Told ya so!

McDaniel: Alright, I owe you a beer I guess.

Helix picks himself up and Fire bounces off the ropes again, she hits Helix with a hard clothes line and knocks him over the top rope! She raises her hand in victory the crowd, and the crowd agrees! The ref starts the ten count, Helix is already up to his feet but Fire sees this moment and leaps over the ropes, she hits Helix with a hard suicide dive!!

McDaniel: Helix is just not on his ball tonight! And fire is obviously taking advantage of that!

Rentfro: Well, just because Helix is having a rough day, doesn’t mean fire has to bend to his will!

Fire rolls under the bottom rope and then rolls back out to the floor, she grabs Helix by the braids and tosses him into the ring, she stands up and crouches down over by a turnbuckle, she sets helix up for her “3rd Degree”, she waits impatiently, almost screaming at Helix to get his ass up.

Helix begins to pick himself up at the turnbuckle opposite… and Fire charges at him. But Helix side steps and tosses her into the hard pole!!

Rentfro: Oh! Quick move by Helix! Must’ve been playing possum!

Helix pulls fire out of the turnbuckle and hits his own Double Arm DDT! He goes for the pin!

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Fire kicks out roughly and rolls under the bottom rope… she walks around the ring, sort of stretching out her shoulder. She rolls back under the rope and stands… Helix made no effort to stop her… Helix, however did walk right over to her and grab her by her own hair… Fire didn’t stand for it and elbows Helix right in the gut! She slips right out of his grip and grabs him by the back of his head and hits a hard running bulldog!

McDaniel: Helix just doesn’t know how to grab hairs like Fire…I guess?

Rentfro: You really have nothing to say don’t you?”

McDaniel: I-No, I don’t…

Fire gets up quickly to her feet, Helix gets up not as quickly but tries to make it up so she can’t apply a submission. Fire rushes over as soon as he is up kicks him in the knees, she leaps into the air and hits a sort of variation on a scissor kick! The crowd oooo’s as fire rolls him over, she rushes over to the turnbuckle nearest them, and crawls up to the top. She calls out for the Magma Splash! She leaps high into the air- flips- and comes crashing down on Helix with a hard leg drop!!

Rentfro: Did you see that!

McDaniel: It's over! Fire with the Magma Splash!!

Fire quickly pins Helix with both legs and the ref counts.

1!

2!

3!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen! Here is your winner! And the NEW PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION! FIIIIIIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The ref hands Fire her title and she holds it high into the air, the crowd goes wild as she holds it up at every turnbuckle! Her music fades, then "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine hits the speakers! Alex Wilkie walks out from backstage sporting a white shirt and black dress pants and a snazzy pair of sunglasses. He’s got a microphone in hand so that can only mean bad things.

Alex: Well Well Well, let me be first to congratulate you, Fire, on your first title here in the PWA!

He waltz’s up the ring and steps in between the ropes.

Alex: And let me be the first to shake your hand…

They both shake hands in the middle of the ring and Alex raises it high.

Alex: But… there is also another reason I’m out here actually…

Alex pulls a package out of his back pocket and pulls out what seems to be a shirt.

Alex: Well Fire… me and the McNasty man were thinking… and well, as much as Grade A Nastyness is amazing… it's getting kind of… shall we say, sausage fest like…

He shows her the shirt, which is the all-new “Grade A Nastyness” Uncrowned Champion’s shirt.

Alex: I guess you can already tell, that I’m offering you a spot in representing, not only Grade A Nastyness as Television champion, but as one of the best women in sports entertainment today!

The crowd sort of half cheers half boos the idea. Fire looks a bit confused.

Alex: You don’t have to answer now… infact, give me your answer next week after you’ve had some time to think it over… tonight just enjoy your win!

Alex walks out of the ring, a PWA intern runns down to Alex and hands him a couple more shirts, he tosses them out to the fan, and fire stands there, she looks at the shirt and then to Alex. Then to the crowd, shrugs, flips the shirt over her other shoulder opposite her title and walks out as well.

Rentfro: Wilkie intends to expand Grade A Nastyness beyond just another tag team, Jon.

McDaniel: It seems so, Brian, and with the talent they have, plus Fire, that's going to be a tough group of individuals!

Rentfro: Indeed! You know -- wait, we're getting something backstage...

We go backstage to a hallway of locker rooms. Two particular men are standing outside a doorway, talking to each other. We see them as Matthew and Warren Engel. The camera gets in closer, catching their conversation.

Matthew Engel:
"What do you mean?"

Warren Engel: "Joe's right, Matt. And you know it, but you refuse to acknowledge it. This grudge you have against Corey has escalated out of control. Both of you could end up killing each other."

Matthew Engel: "The only way Corey can even touch me is if he dresses up as some stupid fan and attacks me from behind. Trust me, War, I'll be hand-delivering Corey's fate to him on a silver platter."

Warren Engel: "And then what, Matt? He comes back at you, and maybe does something worse to you. You can't watch your back every second of your life. That's not how you wanna live. And what about your family? Christ, you don't even talk to them anymore."

Matthew Engel: "I'm talkin' to you, aren't I?"

Warren Engel: "I'm talking about Mia! Alexia! You know, your wife and daughter!? They don't know you anymore!"

The rage in his eyes is obvious. He's sick of this grudge. It's ruining his brother. Matt has never been the same, and everyone around him is paying for it. Oddy looks up at Matt, but then across his shoulder. Two figures are behind Matt. Matt's eyes leer over Oddy's shoulder, an even bigger figure behind Oddy. Vicious and Dead End stand behind Matt, enjoying the comfort of their black custom suits and the luxury of hiding their eyes behind they finely crafted sunglasses. The man behind Oddy is Duff Cote d'Ivoire, MoA's enforcer and Vicious' partner against the Engels tonight.

Matt turns around. He wants to swing, but he thinks twice about it.

Vicious: "Well, if it isn't my favorite pair of siblings. What's happening, gentlemen?"

Matthew Engel: "Why even bother, Trevor? What do you want?"

Dead End: "We just came to shoot the breeze, as they say."

Duff laughs a bit, Oddy looking him up and down. Duff is menacing.

Matthew Engel: "Think I haven't forgotten?"

Vicious: "I know you haven't forgotten. And I'm getting rather anxious awaiting you."

Dead End: "Pray tell, when are you planning your retaliation, Matthew? Never?"

Matthew Engel: "Soon enough."

Vicious: "Let's face it, Matt. You're out-numbered, out-smarted, and out-matched. If you manage to catch even a whiff of intelligence, you'd save yourself the trouble."

Warren Engel: "You forget we're in a match tonight!"

Dead End: "Oh, we haven't forgotten. But do you two actually think you stand a chance against these tremendous athletes right here?"

Matthew Engel: "I think the MoA should have finished me off like Flynn, then you would have saved yourself the trouble."

Laughs all around, except from the Engels.

Dead End: "Matthew, believe it or not, we're not different. You, your brother, the MoA; we're a lot more similar than you think."

Vicious: "We're from the same breed, Matthew. Born and grown in the AOWF."

Dead End: "And we can certainly help you with your issues with him."

Now Matthew is laughing, hysterically. Oddy looks concerned.

Matthew Engel: "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. Last week was a fluke."

Vicious: "Think it over, Matthew. You're losing control. You're like a caged animal, and soon enough, someone will open the cage door."

Dead End: "Whether it be us, or him. The door will open, and you will hurt everyone around you. That includes Warren."

Vicious: "But we can help you regain control. We are the elite, Matthew. This isn't two thousand three."

Matthew Engel: "I don't have time for this shit."

Matthew pushes his brother back into the locker room, and turns to take a swing at Vicious, but he stops when he hears a voice asking him to do so.

Joe BoXeR: "STOP MATT!"

The Commish arrives on the scene, dressed in a very nice suit. Not all black like Dead End and Vicious.

Joe BoXeR: "I don't need this, Matt. You guys need to cool it, and save it for your match."

Vicious: "Commissioner Joe BoXeR...never thought I'd see the day. Here's a man that loves this sport more than anything, and fought so fair to get to the top. Never took a shortcut, never wanted anything he hadn't earned."

Dead End: "Take notes, Matthew. This is a man you should be looking up to."

Duff disappears down the hallway, while Vicious and Dead End, smiling behind their sunglasses, disappear down the other end.

Joe BoXeR: "What are you doing, man? We don't need backstage brawls every single week. You've gotta cool yourself."

Matthew Engel: "If Trevor and Dead End wanna come back here and instigate things by spouting off ridiculous assumptions, then they're gonna get the fight they want."

Joe BoXeR: "Listen -- I don't think you should be fighting Trevor at RPM."

Matthew Engel: "I told you to book that match, Joe!"

Joe BoXeR: "You know how the MoA works....it never ends well."

Matthew Engel: "Don't do this. Don't try and protect me. It's happening. You should be grateful, considering the ratings boost you'll have."

Joe BoXeR: "You think that's what I care about? I care about your welfare."

Matthew Engel: "You need to stop caring about mine, and care about theirs."

Matt walks into his locker room, shoving the door behind him. Joe shakes his head, and walks down the hallway. We fade back to the ring.

McDaniel: Wow. A lot of tension between the Engels and the MoA. 

Rentfro: And it's only going to get worse since Joe announced earlier that Vicious would be fighting Matt at RPM for the Grizzly Beer Title.

McDaniel: With the Masters picking the stipulation that Matt has to follow, it won't end well for him.

Rentfro: Damn right it won't. If anybody deserves it, it's Matt. Turning down a chance to join the Masters?! Him and his brother! Rubbish!

McDaniel: Let's get into --

McDaniel is cut off by "The Empire Strikes First" by Bad Religion. Joe, still dressed in a fine suit, makes his way down the ring, the crowd cheering. We're assuming he has more good news. He gets into the cut, and motions to cut the music.

Joe BoXeR: Ladies and gentlemen...we're just about to get our main event underway, but I have some more announcements concerning the PWA's biggest pay-per-view yet!

The crowd erupts again, anxious to hear the news.

Joe BoXeR: I've been doing a bit of talking with our esteemed President...and due to history between him and Fire, I am booking them in a match on Night Three!

For the BWF World Title!

McDaniel: Whoa...what?

Rentfro: Awesome, Jon!

Joe BoXeR: Let's talk about mandatory title defenses, though. Might & Magic, a ferocious tag team, will be defending their titles against Lisa Seldon and Dahlia, the Razordolls!

The crowd cheers.

McDaniel: Good God! The Razordolls are a quarter of the size of Might & Magic!

Rentfro: But it's Lisa Seldon. She's good.

Joe BoXeR: Mark McNasty now has an opponent...his name is Nightmare. Circa will be cashing in her Television Title shot against whoever the champion is at the time. And, my younger brother, ODDYSEY, will be fighting Duff Cote d'Ivoire -- did I say that right? Sorry if I didn't, Duff -- in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match!

The crowd erupts big once again. They're lovin' it.

Joe BoXeR: Riona Langly will be taking on Pohatu in a "Tap Out" only match. That means just that... you can only defeat your opponent by making them submit. It's a classic match, and with Riona and Pohatu being sound technical wrestlers, it should be no problem for either one!

And...you know, to open RPM, I figured... we needed some steel. Not just ring steel, but bone-crushing, heartbreaking, and unforgiving steel. Scott Nash Strader will be fighting Jonathan Cage in the STEEL CAGE! They've got a score to settle, and I'm more than happy to oblige.

The crowd is on their feet, cheering loud for their beloved commissioner. He's all smiles, but you can tell there's a sense of disappointment in him. He misses being in the ring as a wrestler.

Joe BoXeR: Ladies and gentlemen... rest assured, this will be an event to remember. I am positive there will be more matches to be added as we've got plenty of time before April Eighteenth.

"The Empire Strikes First" plays up again as Joe BoXeR drops his mic in the ring and steps out. He walks up the rampway, waving to the crowd, and disappears backstage.

McDaniel: An impressive line-up so far, Brian! Joe is proving to be an excellent businessman.

Rentfro: Well the Engels come from a long line of businessmen, they weren't always athletes.

McDaniel: Let's go to a quick commercial break before the main event.





Croke Park will never be the same.

Can you go the distance?



Lunatic Fringe vs. Grade 'A' Nastyness

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!

Rentfro:: WHOAH! Where did THAT come from!?

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!

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, Lunatic Fringe!!

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!

McDaniel: Speaking of hellatious matches, it’s time for our main event!

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.

1! 

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. 

1!

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.

(C) PWA 2008