McDaneil: Welcome to Rampage, everyone! We have a hell of a line up for you tonight!
a show! We could talk about it, or show it, so let's get right to the
action with a title match!!
Eric Emerson: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Television
Servant begins and Jacob comes out dressed in solid black wrestling shorts,
boots and both of his hands are taped. He strides to the ring, slapping hands
with fans on both sides!
Introducing first, from El Paso, Texas and weighing in at 215lbs, here is Jacob
reaches the ring and quickly steps up the metal stairs and into the ring. He
spins once in the middle, basking in the roar of the crowd before going to his
corner to await the start of the match.
Eric Emerson: And
his opponent, from Hollywood California, she is the PWA Television Champion,
Fire” by Franz Ferdinand takes over and the PWA TV Champion, Fire, sultry
walks onto the stage, the title belt around her waist and she rotates her hips
to the music and rubs her golden belt in a provocative way! She smiles at the
crowd, but doesn’t wave as she marches straight to the ring, her attention all
on a nervous young Jacob Collins. She
slides into the ring by jumping on the apron and rolling in so that she’s
laying on her back in the ring. She slides her hands along her body, reaching
behind to unclasp her belt. She
slides it off, smiling at the ref and Jacob.
The ref swallows as he takes the belt, and Jacob shakes just a bit, from
McDaniel: Fire seems to
have changed a bit, she seems .. Well, more fired up, and much more alive than
the last couple of weeks!
Rentfro: The girl looks…
satisfied! Man, I wish it had been me to satisfy her!
McDaniel: I’m going to
let that one go, because I can’t help but agree!
Rentfro: Dude, you’re
loosening up, way to go!
McDaniel: Shut it!
Rentfro: Well, that didn’t
saunters to the center of the ring, using her finger to call Jacob towards her.
She smiles warmly and says something only he can hear and he sweats a
bit. She calls for a lock up and
they do, and she quickly brings him into a headlock, pressing her breasts into
his face. Jacob bolts back out of the lock and falls on his ass to the corner.
McDaniel: She’s teasing
Rentfro: My god, the kid’s
a virgin, he has to be!
turns around and wiggles her ass at Jacob. She
winks over her shoulder and then tells him to fight like a man, and not hide
like a pussy! Jacob jumps up and
runs at Fire, feeling angry at the taunt. Fire
backsteps and as Jacob comes in she uses his momentum and lifts him up and over
her. Jacob flies headfirst into the
corner post on the opposite corner, hitting his head on the metal.
McDaniel: OH HELL, she
just lured the kid in to his doom!
She’s like a siren, and he answered her call!
hits his head, lands on his feet and stumbles backwards against Fire, who has
her back to him so now they stand back to back with him dazed.
Fire calls in the referee, and as he reaches her, she grabs him, pulls
him into her and whispers something erotic in his ear.
With the ref distracted, Fire brings her leg back and mule kicks Jacob
between the legs! Jacob bends at the
waist in severe pain!
McDaniel: Why that
devious little Bit…
Rentfro: Now you watch your
language young man!
then pushes the ref back out of the way, admonishing him for being too close,
and turns and pulls Jacob up by his hair. She
pushes him backwards towards the center of the ring and connects with the
Scorching Soles (Superkick) and then sits on his chest, her crotch near his face
and the ref counts.
DING DING DING!
Rentfro: PU-LEASE pin me that
McDaniel: You’re crazy!
Fire just showed how vicious and deceptive she can be!!
Eric Emerson: The
winner of the match, and STILL PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION….FIRE!!!
grabs her belt from the ref, giving him a now dirty look which of course
confuses him, and she quickly leaves the ring, brushing her fiery red hair out
of her face and ignoring the excited fans as she makes her way up the stage and
into the back.
Rentfro: Oh, she’s gonna be
a woman to watch out for here in the PWA!
McDaniel: With that
attitude, she certainly isn’t out to make friends.
I wonder if she’s sending a message to Wilkie and McNasty about later
Rentfro: Grade A needs her,
and needs her bad! She’s gonna
rock their house!!!
A quick cut and fade to the back, our shot framing
full our PWA Grizzly Bear Champion, Trevor Knight, and the ever radiant Lisa
Seldon. The two rivals standing, inches between them. Vicious, a dark look
across his face, his eyes hidden in shades, and Lisa, always with a smile. It's
her who starts, kicking off a the wall as she approaches him.
Lisa Seldon: You know Trevor, I don't think we got off on the right foot before, and that's such a shame, because I have a lot of respect for you.
She turns on her toe away from him, never so much as giving him a chance to speak.
Lisa Seldon: You're a great wrestler Trevor, you really are, and that's why it pains me so to think what I'm going to have to do, because when your buddies did over one of mine, you started something that's going to get messy real soon, and I don't think it's going to go your way. Not this time.
Internally he sighs, never rising to her threats. Still though, she carries on through a grating smile.
Lisa Seldon: But that's for another time Trevor, so I wouldn't worry about that tonight, not when you've got much more pressing business to attend to.
She takes her moment to consider something, laying her head on one side. Then she smiles.
Lisa Seldon: Break her arm. For me.
A wink from her then before she skips away, and our camera falls back on Vicious. In turn he does as little as raises a brow. It's enough to show, and the feed cuts out.
Lunatic Fringe vs. The Razordolls
He steps back as the room falls dark before a distant sound circles the arena.
Get out there and make it/make it look good
And with a
crash the grind of Dead Girl Superstar breaks the speakers as the arena bursts
in purple light.
Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred, forty-six pounds combined...
A flicker cracks the entrance way screen, spinning across a corded SiD logo before we cut skipping and jumping across a shot of Lisa in the ring who then turns towards us in a freeze frame of a wide tooth grin soaked in blood, her name burn on the screen at her side.
well she threw
downtown on a gambling green
and fenced a chicken dog in a movie
a long haired baby got a record machine
like a hacksaw falling on me
A cut again then as the music continues to pound, this time to a close shot of Dahlia with an opponent stooped over her and then we freeze frame again just as she forces them down to their back in an Armbar. Her name burns again before we cut one last time to a jittering Razordolls logo.
go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon
On the first beat a burst rips across the stage, showering it in fluorescent light.
go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon
The second time through a spotlight floods the entrance ramp as a wall of white sparks that shower the stage around them. It's then that our duo emerges, Lisa and Dahlia, The Razordolls, the mere sight of them ripping a wave of cheers across the arena.
dead girl dead girl
The cheers roll on as Lisa takes a knee, extending her hands towards her partner who loops her own into the air and then bobs on her knees, dressed all in black from her dress to the black mesh sleeves that wrap her arms, all save of course from the contradicting tights - one in black and white stripe and one in red and black, falling down into a a pair of red and black checkered sneakers.
dead girl dead girl superstar
Lisa then jumps
back to her feet as we take a look at her, dressed to the standard in black
baggy jeans, red trainers and a white T-Shirt with a simple SiD logo plastered
on the front. Hard to miss though, your eyes fall upon the white tape that wraps
her left arm as she holds her palms to the sky. Oh, and small black bag held in
Eric Emerson: Lisa Seldon. Dahlia Starr. I give you... THE RAZORDOLLS!
The ovation only rises on the calling of their name as the two sweep down the ramp, touching base with a few fans as they pass.
well she blew
uptown on a cemetery sound
and wore her leather pants for week yeah
a canteen butcher got tiger teeth
and a handmade circus freak yeah
Hitting the ring it's Dahlia who enters first, sliding in under the bottom rope and quickly bouncing back to her feet while Lisa remains outside on the apron, dropping her bag by the stairs and hopping up on one knee before leaning back to get a good shot of the fans. She then hops up to her feet and grasps the ropes.
go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon
Bounding the ropes then, Lisa leap frogs in to her feet and then drops to a knee, holding her arms out as the crowd cheers her on again.
dead girl dead girl
Turning to her corner then, Lisa joins Dahlia, sharing a few words before jumping up the ropes and lifting her palms to the fans, who roar their approval once again.
dead girl dead girl superstar
Soaking it in with a smile, she then drops down, turns and leans back into the corner with her partner as the sound begins to fall.McDaniel: Quite the entrance for these two.
### 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.
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.
### 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.
SNS: Riona, I have to say you looked fantastic out there tonight. No really,
I mean it. Scouts honor.
Scott holds his fingers to his forehead in a mock salute. He walks back and forth infront of the entrance way.
SNS: There's a lot of nay-sayers out there. A lot of people seem to think I should retire.
Again, a mixed reaction. Riona stands tall in the ring, tapping her foot, arms crossed.
SNS: Well, I have this to say them.
Strader takes his right hand, kisses it, and slaps his ass.
SNS: They can kiss my ass Riona. And so can you. So this brings me to why I'm out here. It seems to me, that for some damn odd reason I have to prove myself. Which I've done countless times over, but here I go again. After we get back from Ireland Riona.... You and I, in that very ring you stand in. In a match I know thats close to your heart....
Scott pauses, and tries to hold a straight face.
SNS: Winner gets to sleep with Thunderwolf.
Some in the crowd get a rise out of this tasteless joke, not as much as Strader though.
SNS: Naw, seriously, he's really not my type. Now, what I ask is a match on the post-RPM Rampage. You and I, one on one...in a tap out only match. You got until Revolutions to decide Riona. Think you can handle that sister?
“Five Minutes Alone” starts up again as Scott waves to a furious Riona, salutes the fans, and heads to the back.
We interrupt this segment to bring you a short statement from the President of the PWA, Chamelion.
return you to your regularly scheduled segment, already in progress/
Deacon Frost: Yeah? What do YOU want?
Voice: We have a question about the end of your promo.
The camera pans around the Deacon to reveal Ai
Mei Montrose sitting behind the desk.
Deacon Frost: Shit!! What's wrong now?
Wild Chylde: The bit at the end with the cameraman where the camera gets crushed? That was a one time thing right?
Deacon, looking a bit pissed, sighs
Deacon Frost: What? You guys aren't going all religious conservative are you? Is the MoA afraid that the Church will object or something?
Wild Chylde: No, of course not. It's just that professional video equipment costs a mint. It could end up costing us more than it's worth.
Deacon barks a laugh and shakes his head.
Deacon Frost: Christ!! Is that all you people are worried about? And I thought Chamelion was a cheap ass.
backstage with Toshi Yang standing next to the PWA World Champion, Raizzor.
Greetings PWA fans, with me at this time, our PWA Champion, Raizzor!
pops, and Toshi turns and looks up, awed to be in Raizzor’s presence.
Raizzor, in a few moments you will be teaming with Phoenix to take on the team
of Grade A Nastyness. Can you two
work together to overcome these astronomical odds?
looks down over Toshi, his features cross.
Raizzor: The odds are in our
favor, for while Phoenix and I hold no care for each other, McNasty has loudly
placed himself in both our paths with his words recently. He claims his superiority, but tonight that claim will be ripped apart
and exposed for the lie that it is. I
do not trust Phoenix, but at this time, I despise McNasty and it appears Phoenix
is not very happy with him as well.
But can you really put your differences aside?
Raizzor: My goal is to prove
to Grade A Nastyness that they are in over their heads, and Phoenix and I will
have to work together to achieve that goal.
I know Robinson enough to know his desire to win will out weigh personal
Well, Raizzor, best of luck out there tonight, when..
takes the mic from Toshi’s hands, and looks into the camera.
Raizzor: McNasty, Wilkie,
take heed little men. You have
walked into the tomb that will mark your burial.
DO not believe me my power, and you will find your mockery will be your
downfall. No man claims to fear me,
but so few have walked from that ring safely in one piece.
In a few minutes the both of you will share the fates of so many before
you… and be sent to the depths of hell, where you belong! This, I promise!
Raizzor drops the mic and storms off, leaving Toshi flustered and upset.
Rentfro: Them's fightin' words, Jon!
McDaniel: Yes indeed! Let's move on to our next match.
again we're backstage with Matthew Engel, who has just received a
package. It's a long and rectangular box, with nothing but a note on it.
Matthew Engel: "Dear Matthew. I know you can put this to good use tonight. Have fun. Darren."
His eyes light up as he opens the box, but we cut right back to the ring before we can find out what it is.
Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and has a no disqualification stipulation!
An old fashioned, black and white film countdown begins rolling, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.
Corey Lazarus steps into the spotlight and then walks down the entrance ramp, Gregory Price at his side, focusing on his steps as he adjusts the black athletic tape around his left hand. Corey wipes a little bead of sweat from his brow with the white towel over his shoulder, adjusting his silver-rimmed Ray Ban's before taking a sip of his Aquafina. Price rubs his shoulders as they walk, hyping him up.
Corey stops at the bottom of the ramp, sliding his Ray Ban's off, and then adjusts his sole elbow pad on his right arm. Price chomps away on his gum, looking around all over the arena.
Price: Don't worry, Core, you can do this.
Lazarus: Oh, I know, man.
Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...
Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction"...
Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!!
Lazarus leaps to his feet as the spotlight dies, the arena lights returning, and slowly spins around, his arms outstretched with his hands wide open. The familiar guitar lick returns, and "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" dies down as Corey backs up to his corner.
Suddenly, we hear a voice over the PA system...
We're back. Shouting can be heard. The camera walks around a corner, and
we see Mark McNasty speaking in a low tone towards Alex Wilkie.
McNasty: What was that crap about you AND me talking about Fire joining us? Since when is this team called "Grade A Nasty GETS SCREWED"
Alex chuckles a bit.
Alex: "Hey man, you need to relax, This isn't about Grade A Nasty getting screwed, alright? This is about one friendly team lending out a hand to someone... If you'd rather be known as the two guys who chill out all the time together as well as Grade A Nasty, then be my guest, I'd rather have someone who can not only represent us a champion, but also as one of the better-albeit, mid-carder, ladys in the PWA..."
McNasty: So what you're saying is, fuck the tag team, and our skill, and our ability to win; that all means nothing without eye candy
Alex: "Way to take my words way out of context- this more about representation than eye candy- think of it this way- if I take the world title at RPM, and you keep the Intercontinental title- which you will- and fire keeps her title- man, thats like 2/3rds of the PWA titles man... We'll not only be known as the Uncrowned tag champs... but the Crowned World Heavy Weight Champion, The Intercontinental Champion, and television champion... tell me that does not sound epic..."
McNasty: Dude, how the hell is that epic. Think about what you just said like your test average in high school. If you get two A's in a class, and an F on the last grade, that drags you way the hell down! World Champ, plus IC Champ, plus TV CHAMP??? That doesnt sound epic. It sounds dragged down. We might as well buy some watered down gas while we're at it!
Alex: "Heh, Well, why not go and talk to Vicious and we get him in- then we'll have the Grizzly Beer title too huh? Its about the titles, its about the representation, if Fire continues to keep a good show and be a part of Grade A Nastyness- that means good heat for us as well as her. You just can't think outside the box like I do.
McNasty: No Wilkie. Im thinking about the picture as a whole. See, I know I can handle myself, and I know you can. We start bringing in any ol' guy with a title, and soon we have a stable of thirty; due to the fact only you and me can hold titles on a stedy basis. If its only about the gold, then lets focus on OURS! And, Speaking of focusing, make sure you focus on winning tonight. I don't want to be embarrassed again this week due to a below par performance.
McNasty gets closer to Wilkie.
McNasty: If you are going to mess up our group, then at least show me I can still trust you not to fuck up in the ring at least.
McNasty turns and storms off
Alex: "I don't know what his problem is... but hes honestly got some issues if he can't help to add one more member..."
He looked to the camera, shrugged and headed off.
A Nastyness vs. Raizzor & Phoenix
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is our main event of the evening! It
is scheduled for one fall with no
time limit! Introducing first…
by Ozzy and Primus begins to sound throughout the arena. It plays and thumps
over the speakers, and finally as the intro finishes, and the stage bursts with
red fireworks, from behind comes Mark McNasty wearing his IC title and Alex
Wilkie, sporting a shiny red leather vest, with the letters “A+” engraved in
the back, his eyes are covered by a pair of black sunglasses, and his face
covered by his golden grin. They stand in the middle of the stage, and then
points out to a few fans with signs, starting their long walk down the ramp.
Eric Emerson: at a total combined weight of 505lbs, the Intercontinental Champion Mark McNasty…Alex Wilkie… GRADE A NASTYNESS!!
reach the ring, slip inside and prepare for their challenge!
Eric Emerson: And
their opponents, first, weighing in at 240lbs and hailing from Orlando, FL by
way of St. Louis, MO, he is THE PHOENIX!!
Home" by Coheed and Cambria begins to play just as the arena lights go out
and the ADCtron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in
a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix
the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.
Eric Emerson: and
his tag team partner, weighing in at 285lbs, he comes from Las Vegas, Nevada and
he is the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion, The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!!
Single gong echoes throughout the arena, and the light dim to just above
darkness. Flames shoot up from the four turnbuckles and You’re Gonna Pay
strikes up, as Raizzor appears amidst the smoke rising from the stage. He
looks out over the arena, his black leather duster half covers the PWA World
Title he wears around his waist. He then makes his way to the ring, and
due to the level of fog and smoke, it almost appears as if he’s gliding.
He reaches the ring, steps inside and shrugs off his duster. As the ref
hands the coat to a technician outside, Raizzor unclasps his world title belt
and holds it up to a roar of ovation from the crowd. He then allows the
ref to take it, who hands it to a technician outside of the ring.
Raizzor turns towards Phoenix, and they each stare at each other.
McDaniel: I don’t think
these two can co-exist in any way!
Rentfro: With their history,
I’d be surprised if we get a match in here at all!
bell rings, the four men are still discussing who will begin.
Wilkie and McNasty seem to be working out a strategy, and it appears
Wilkie will begin. However, on the other side, Raizzor and Phoenix are
arguing. Raizzor wants to begin, but
Phoenix is trying to stay in the ring. Finally,
Raizzor shrugs and exits to take his spot in the corner.
McDaniel: Raizzor gives
up the start to Phoenix, but I don’t think he wanted too!
Rentfro: He just wants to hog
and Wilkie lock up and Wilkie takes control with go behind lock up and then
takes Phoenix down to the mat. Wilkie
floats over to a headlock, and then twists Phoenix over and tries for a quick
McDaniel: Way too early
Rentfro: Maybe, but Wilkie
gets the first cover, and that can be a psychological advantage!
get up and Phoenix glares at Wilkie who hops a bit on the mat, smirking that he
got the great Phoenix down and counted on so early.
Phoenix drops his shoulders and loosens up and then actually applauds
Wilkie and then asks for a test of strength.
Wilkie comes in and Phoenix hits a quick high knee lift and follows with
two solid punches to the head. Phoenix
pushes Wilkie against the ropes, flings him across the ring and back elbows
Wilkie down to the canvas! Wilkie’s
eyes glaze over and Phoenix goes for the cover.
McDaniel: The Phoenix has
greater strength and used power moves to score that cover.
Rentfro: 1-1 now between
them, and Phoenix can really take control here!
picks up Wilkie and pulls him to his corner and makes the tag to Raizzor.
The crowd roars now that the PWA Champion is in and Raizzor directs
Phoenix and then both bring Wilkie to the ropes, swings him across the ring and
a double shoulder block sends Wilkie back to the canvas yet again.
The ref orders Phoenix out of the ring as Raizzor picks Wilkie up by the
head. Raizzor then hits a
perfect swinging neck breaker and goes for the cover.
picks Wilkie up again but Wilkie slaps Raizzor’s arm away, kicks him in the
shin and dives for the corner, tagging in McNasty!
This gets the crowd pumping as well as McNasty races in and hits a solid
drop kick on Raizzor. McNasty tries
for the cover but Raizzor’s out before the ref is in position.
McNasty picks Raizzor up, goes for an arm bar, but Raizzor drives his
knuckles into Mark’s face. Raizzor
sends McNasty into the ropes and as he returns another elbow puts McNasty down.
McDaniel: Team work from
these two? Wow!
Rentfro: This is not
something I expected!!
with anger, Raizzor brings McNasty to his feet and whips him hard into the
corner, and McNasty hits hard, his back cracking as he falls to his knees.
Raizzor glares as he stalks in, and as McNasty tries to stand, Raizzor
punches him in the kidneys, before pushing him towards Phoenix in the corner. Raizzor
makes the tag and then flips McNasty over by the head so he hands on his ass.
Raizzor holds McNasty still and Phoenix drives his elbow into McNasty’s
back! Raizzor steps out as Phoenix tries another cover.
comes in and stomps on Phoenix’s back to break the count!
McDaniel: Nice save by
Rentfro: These two need to
get on their game! Raizzor and
Phoenix are showing better tandem work and that has got to be a surprise to
glares at Wilkie as the ref orders him out and points to him as he pushes
McNasty to the corner, whips him across the ring and a second smash into the
corner and McNasty is down on his stomach! Phoenix
smiles and goes in to retrieve McNasty. He
throws McNasty yet again across the ring, and McNasty hits the corner a third
time and stays upright. Phoenix comes in with a big splash, but McNasty moves
out of the way and Phoenix hits the turnbuckle hard with his left arm!
As Phoenix stumbles out, holding onto the injured arm, McNasty grabs him
pushes him against the ropes and brings his arm up under and around the rope,
and bends it back hard, causing Phoenix to yelp out in pain!
McDaniel: Smart strategy
to ground Phoenix!
Rentfro: They gotta keep that
up though and not slough off!
comes in to demand he break the hold and McNasty does!
As McNasty backs off, and the ref admonishes him, Wilkie comes over,
grabs Phoenix’s arm and pulls as he falls to the floor, wrenching the arm
nearly out of its socket.
McDaniel: They’re not
going to let go of that arm anytime soon!
Rentfro: It seems Wilkie and
McNasty do have a game plan, now that they’re focused!
comes back in and while Phoenix is on the canvas, McNasty puts his bad arm
behind his back in a hammerlock and begins driving his knee down into the
injured shoulder. McNasty then
reaches for a tag, and Wilkie grabs the ropes and flings himself over to land
feet first onto Phoenix’s shoulder!
Rentfro: McNasty and Wilkie
are making fast tags, keeping themselves fresh and holding Phoenix in their
corner! Excellent strategy!
steps from the ring and Wilkie takes up point on holding the hammerlock in
place, wrenching back harder and harder. Wilkie
follows with a knee to the shoulder, tags in McNasty who flies over the top as
well to add momentum to his own stomp, racking up points on the throbbing
shoulder of Phoenix. Phoenix growls
as the constant pain keeps him unfocused, and Grade A continues to isolate him
in their corner. McNasty gets
Phoenix into an arm bar, pulling Phoenix to his knees.
As he holds the arm bar, another tag back to Wilkie who comes over the
top rope with a leg drop to the outstretched arm of Phoenix!
devastating tag team maneuver there!
Rentfro: If Phoenix doesn’t
get out of there soon, he won’t have an arm left!
is back on the canvas, his eyes clenched shut, as Wilkie stands over him,
watching Phoenix begin to crawl towards his corner and Raizzor.
Wilkie laughs and hits a sit-down drop onto Phoenix’s back, and then
slides over to apply a fujiwara arm bar, again applying more pressure as he
leans back over Phoenix’s back! Wilkie
then twists and rolls Phoenix over onto his back for a cover.
McDaniel: Another pin
attempt, and it’s gotta be eating away at Phoenix that he can’t get out of
Rentfro: Coupled with the
injury to his arm, the frustration has to be building for Phoenix!
Wilkie just rolls his back over and re-applies the arm bar!
Phoenix scrunches his knees under him and finally is able to push himself
to his feet. He takes his free arm
and punches Wilkie in the stomach, not once but twice.
Wilkie responds by outstretching Phoenix’s arm he has locked in place
and drops backwards, delivering a flying arm bar take down, and Phoenix crashes
face first to the canvas. Wilkie
rolls over to put himself back in position with the arm bar.
He wraps the arm back behind Phoenix, rolls him over for another cover.
kicks Wilkie in the head, breaking the count.
McDaniel: Raizzor makes a
Rentfro: And a necessary one,
from the looks of it!
order Raizzor back out as Wilkie drags Phoenix back to his corner and he puts
Phoenix into a leg lock as McNasty comes in and begins stomping away on
Phoenix’s chest! The ref comes
over to order McNasty out, so McNasty scurries out, reaches in and makes the tag
to Wilkie. McNasty comes in and
Wilkie holds Phoenix down with the ref making the five count until McNasty can
be in position to begin driving his knee down into Phoenix’s injured arm.
Wilkie breaks free and rolls out! McNasty
starts stomping away on Phoenix who tries to crawl away, trying to find purchase
to get back to his feet. McNasty
locks in yet another arm bar, and wrenches more.
Phoenix bites his lip, holding on as best he can.
Phoenix finds a way and gets up to his feet and drives a fist into
McNasty’s stomach, but McNasty hits a knee lift, turns Phoenix over and body
slams him to the canvas.
McDaniel: Every moment
that Phoenix tries to get out, Grade A answers him!
Rentfro: Phoenix may not have
an arm left here! Pretty soon it’s
gonna be academic!
talks some smack at Phoenix, runs back into the ropes and comes in, but Phoenix
is up suddenly, catches McNasty and brings him down with a devastating spine
buster! Both men are laid out, and
Phoenix is crawling painfully towards Raizzor while McNasty coughs and rolls
towards his own corner. McNasty
reaches out and tags Wilkie but the crowd’s reaction is loud for the hot tag
from Phoenix to Raizzor! Raizzor
steps through the ropes and barrels in on Wilkie, and shoulder blocks Wilkie
down, who jumps up only for Raizzor to back him to the ropes and fling him
across to the other side. Wilkie comes back and Raizzor answers with the big
boot, and the crowd is on its feet! Wilkie,
however is not, and McNasty comes in to make the save but Raizzor meets him and
hits a big back body drop!
McDaniel: Raizzor is on
Rentfro: Grade A needs an
extinguisher, and quick!!!
waits for Wilkie to be up and then hits a rolling body slam on him, but Raizzor
quickly stands, turns and as McNasty runs at him, Raizzor hits another big boot
and McNasty is sent barreling to the outside.
Raizzor wastes no time, the momentum on his side and he power bombs Alex
Wilkie into the canvas! Raizzor goes
for the cover, hooking the leg!
hits a leg drop onto the back of Raizzor’s head, rolling him off and saving
McDaniel: Where did he
come from, I thought he got tossed to the outside!
Rentfro: McNasty is not gonna
give this up that easy!
kicks Raizzor in the head, before Phoenix is in and hits two hard fists to
McNasty, backing him to the ropes! McNasty
stumbles through the ropes to the outside and Phoenix follows.
It’s down to Raizzor and Wilkie in the ring, but on the outside,
Phoenix goes to whip McNasty into the corner post, but McNasty reverses it and
its Phoenix that meets steel, knocking him down and out.
McDaniel: He hit his same
shoulder, he’s gotta be done!
Rentfro: With Phoenix out,
Raizzor’s a sitting duck!
ring, Raizzor is back up, holding the back of his head as Wilkie pulls himself
up at the corner, his eyes glazed over. Raizzor
rushes in, but Wilkie slams his elbow into Raizzor’s jaw, knocking him
backwards. Wilkie then scrambles to
the top, and as he tries to right himself, Raizzor comes back in and pummels
Wilkie hard, causing him to sit on the top turnbuckle.
Raizzor then does something out of his style and climbs the corner, hooks
Wilkie up and the crowd roars as Raizzor delivers a stop rope superplex, and
Wilkie crashes to the canvas hard. Raizzor
gets up, but McNasty y has entered the ring and collides with Raizzor, slamming
two hard fists into Raizzor’s skull! McNasty
whips Raizzor to the corner. Raizzor
hits and McNasty comes in but Raizzor moves fast, following the ropes and
McNasty hits the corner with no one there. McNasty
bounces out and Raizzor comes off the other side and hits the Guillotine Version
One (Clothesline from Hell!) Before
Raizzor can capitalize, however, Wilkie comes back and hits a super kick,
knocking Raizzor flat on his back. Wilkie
goes for the cover
McDaniel: He got him!!
Rentfro: SO CLOSE!! Wilkie
almost had the world champ!!!!
is on his knees, shocked, and looking up at the ceiling asking why!
Wilkie picks Raizzor up, knowing if he can finish things here, he will
put himself at the top when it comes to the main event at RPM!
Wilkie flips Raizzor off and goes for the Grade A Stunner, but as he has
Raizzor in the headlock, Raizzor pushes Wilkie off and Phoenix, back now in the
ring, catches Wilkie and connects with The Flame!
Phoenix, really angry with Grade A for trying to wreck his arm, points to
Wilkie telling Raizzor to finish it! Raizzor
picks Wilkie up and turns him over for the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker at the
same time that McNasty catches Phoenix off guard, hitting the Lights Out and
knocking Phoenix out cold! Raizzor
does not see this and McNasty connects with another Lights Out on Raizzor,
sending him crashing forward onto his stomach!
McNasty plays the crowd for a moment at having knocked both opponents
out, but that’s when he hears:
DING DING DING!
in shock, because while he did knock Raizzor out cold, Wilkie had landed on his
back under Raizzor and the ref counted Wilkie’s shoulders down!
Eric Emerson: The
winners of the match, Phoenix and PWA World Champion, RAIZZOR!
McDaniel: WHOAH! What
Rentfro: McNasty knocked out
Raizzor, but he had Wilkie in position for a Tombstone and the Lights Out put
Raizzor down on top of Wilkie in a reverse pin situation!
McDaniel: And McNasty
gloated a moment too soon for scoring such a knock out on Raizzor, he didn’t
realize the ref was in position to make the count!
holds his head in shock, and begins kicking at Raizzor in frustration!
Wilkie crawls out from under Raizzor, holding his head from Phoenix’s
move, wondering what happened! Phoenix,
awake now, makes a move to stop McNasty, but he weighs his feelings… Grade A
for a wrestling hold to put him down, or Raizzor cause he just hates him.
Phoenix shrugs and leaves the ring as McNasty continues to wail away on
Raizzor! Wilkie joins McNasty as
they double team Raizzor, bringing him to his feet and hitting a double vertical
McDaniel: Now Grade A is
just being sore losers!
Rentfro: Hey, this is not the
way to lose a match… I mean, here every man but McNasty is out… he’s the
sole survivor but a mistake cost them the match!!
gets in their faces, warning them if they don’t back off, they’ll be fined!
McNasty and Wilkie spit on Raizzor, and leave the ring with McNasty
grabbing his IC title and both men looked very pissed off.
The replay then shows on the ADCtron and Wilkie stops.
He turns and looks at McNasty who tries to explain the situation, but
both men begin to argue as they walk up the ramp.
McDaniel: Ah hell, now
that Wilkie saw what actually happened, he’s not happy!
Rentfro: They gotta pull
their act together, they really showed themselves to be a viable team here, and
it was just an honest mistake, a fluke in a way!
argue to the back, and in the ring, Raizzor stumbles to his feet, one of his
scars re-opened from the ravaging he took from Grade A Nastyness.
Raizzor glares up the ramp, and rips his World Title away from the
McDaniel: Raizzor is
pissed! He may have won the match, but Phoenix left him, Grade A whipped his ass
at the end, and he’s left bleeding.
Rentfro: He’s a target and
he’s gotta live with it!
McDaniel: It was a strong
main event that much is certain! But
the night’s not over yet… when we come back from commercial, Alex Wilkie
will be back out here to find out Fire’s answer, on whether or not she’s
going to actually join Grade A Nastyness!! We’ll be right back!
Rampage comes back from commercial and the crowds roars can be heard all around the arena as "Bulls on Parade" Hits the ADCtron ! Alex appears on the stage wearing his brand new signature "Grade A Nastyness- Uncrowned Champs” shirt , his hair is messed up and he has a towel around his shoulders, as he has yet to get a shower. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, looking a bit pissed. He makes his way over to the announcers table and grabs a microphone!
McDaniel: Wilkie's been waiting all week for this moment.
Rentfro: For his sake I hope he gets the answer he wants. He's already been screwed once tonight!
McDaniel: Just bad timing was all it was! Now, let's hear what he has to say!
Alex raises his hand up, and the crowd quiets down just a bit. He then speaks!
Alex: "First, I have got to say... what just happened was a travesty! McNasty, you need to focus more...you're moment of glory caused me to get pinned and we are going to have words a bout that in a while!
He frowns, but shakes his head and refocuses.
"Now, unless you've been
living under a rock for the past week, you all know why I am out here.
Still, in case you are not ware, let me fill you in! Last
week after Fire's match against the... ex-television champion Helix... I asked
her to join Grade A Nastyness... of course, as you can see I'm the only member
out here... and well Mark doesn't like the whole Idea of getting a new member in
what used to be a two man show... But he'll come around...not like I care
anyway, right at the moment!"
He steps into the ring.
Alex: "So without further adieu... I would now like to welcome to the ring... PWA's Television Champion and perhaps- PERHAPS- the newest addition to Grade A Nastyness."
"This Fire" hits the ADCtron and the crowd begins to roar once more. Fire makes her way down to the ring already holding a microphone in her hand. She slides in the ring and shakes Alex’s hand, but remains silent so he can make his official proposal.
"Fire, you are an amazing woman. In
the BWF we had some classic battles, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more
challenged in my career. To have you in Grade A will propel all three of us to
the top of the mountain! So, come
on, what do you say!? Will you be a part of Grade A Nastyness!?"
Fire smiles warmly at the praise, but she is curious.
Fire: "Well Alex, there is one question I have before I give you and the fans an answer. Why should I joining Grade A Nastyness if Mark doesn't like the idea? Why put myself in a place of obvious friction?"
Alex chuckles a bit at that.
"Well truth be told, There's no real friction... let’s just say that Mark
is a little shy of change..."
Fire: "Shy of change or shy around women?"
Alex laughs along with the crowd.
Alex: "Well, considering he has a girlfriend, I would just say shy of change... However what Mark does on his own time is none of my business."
Fire: "I’m glad there’s no friction, Alex. I would hate to be the reason two people break up! So, I guess the answer to your question, that you’ve all been waiting to hear is..”
‘Come with Me’ interrupts Fire and she and Alex both turn towards the
entrance as the crowd rises to its feet, screaming and cheering, as Chamelion
strides out onto the stage, a mic in hand. He
looks out over the arena, smiling before his attention turns to the two in the
ring and the smile fades. Chamelion
makes his way down to the ring and walks up the steps.
He stands there a moment, as his music dies down and then steps between
the ropes. He strolls confidently
right up to Fire, looking her square in the face, ignoring Wilkie’s presence.
“I cannot believe you would stoop to this level, Fire!”
eyes crease, and she lifts her own mic.
“What the hell are you talking about!?”
rolls his eyes.
“I brought you to MY gym, to help you in your match against Tower over in SWS,
I put forth my effort to train you, and now you’re out here agreeing to join
up with Grade A Nastyness?? Are you
telling me you need back up? Help? A group to lead you into Revolutions Per
Minute against me?”
understands and smiles back at Chamelion, ticking him off.
“I need no back up to beat you like I did in BWF, Mark.
Grade A is offering me a place in their organization, and it’s a great
opportunity! McNasty IS the Iron Man
of the PWA, and Wilkie here is going to beat your brother in that Elimination
Chamber match to be the new World Champion!
I’m merely walking with the winning crowd if I choose to join with
them! You’d be looking at the World, the IC, the TV and soon to be tag champs
all in one tight group!”
Chamelion leans in on Fire, getting too close for her comfort.
“Its back up and you know it! You heard McNasty on PWA Radio, he rags my
brother, he rags me, and yet he forgets about how I demolished him in BWF, how
my brother took him for his last ride, and that he is and for always will be
stuck mid carding. And Willkie here?
What a joke! They need you, more
then you need them and they know they can screw me by getting you lined up with
looks pissed, making fists with his hands and taking a single step forward, but
Fire is back in Chamelion’s face.
“I said I don’t need any back up! But
what I do need is someone who understands me, what I’ve been through and what
I need to climb to the top in this business!
I know I’m still learning, and I know Grade A can show me the ropes!
I think you’re just scared, just a little boy finding himself drowning
in a pond bigger than he is. You’re
afraid they’ll show me what it takes to beat you at RPM, not that I don’t
need such help, but it scares you, because it’s just insurance that your BWF
title is coming home to me!”
actually laughs, but it’s a dark laugh.
“What I see is merely a slap in my face for my efforts and I can swear to you,
little girl, it’s not going to pay off!”
"A slap in your face for your efforts Hardly. I came to you for help, but I
also had two objectives that day. I wanted to beat Tower, and get to know more
about your ring moves so I can better take your BWF title and put it around MY
waist where it belongs
“AH, a user, eh! I see who you are now, Jessica, nothing more than a dirt
dragging ho! I made a severe mistake
in trusting I could train you. You
really think you have a high hell chance of beating me? You are so sadly
“I'm mistaken HA! You are the fool here! You thought for one second I wouldn't
study you while training with you. I don't care who you are anyone would've done
“And like I would show you everything I know!? You’re more the rookie then I
thought you were! I can not believe
for one second you found a way to get on top of me for three seconds in BWF!
I should feel humiliated for letting that shit happen!
You are not worth wasting my air time on!”
“I know you wouldn't show me everything! I'm not a dumb
blond! And you know you liked having me on top!"
“No, you’re a dumb red head!”
and Fire get right into each other’s face, so so close.
Wilkie starts to come in, trying to break it up when Chamelion, quick as
a cobra, strikes with the Sweet Sound of Success, and Wilkie is left lying out
on the canvas! Fire steps back into Chamelion’s face.
“You are such an asshole, Mark! You
think you’re the best? The greatest in this ring?? You really are the Most
Devious Son of the Bitch in this business…..!!!”
pauses in her vicious verbal assault, and her body language suddenly changes as
she steps one leg around Chamelion and rubs against him with a sultry
“And it so turns me on!!”
drops her mic and grabs Chamelion by the back of the hair and brings him into
the most erotic rated R kiss to grace cable television in ages!
The crowd explodes with shock!
WHAT THE HELL?
Chamelion and Fire? Together!??
Why?? Why?? What is Chamelion thinking, he’s a married man!!!
I can’t believe I’m seeing this! This is awesome!
Awesome, are you crazy!! Chamelion has a wife!!
Fire’s so much hotter though!! Way to go Cham!
You make me sick!
the ring, the two break the kiss and both look down at Wilkie, laid out in the
ring and they laugh. ‘This Fire’ lights up the arena as Chamelion holds
Fire’s arm up as if she’d just won the PWA World title, and the crowd is so
stunned, they’re not sure how to react! Boos
do ring out, cause face it, Chamelion just took a fall from grace with the fans
for this. He shares his Cheshire
Grin with the crowd, before opening the ropes for Fire.
He follows her out and they walk up the ramp hand in hand, stopping twice
along the way to share a steaming kiss.
This can’t be happening, Chamelion has a lot of explaining to do!
Bah, the only explanation is that Fire’s the hottest thing here in PWA! and
Chamelion gets the goods!!
When Wilkie wakes up, he’s gonna be in for his own shock!
I still want answers!
You all want answers to business that isn’t yours!
But we have a week before Rampage, so who knows what news will POP UP!
You really are pushing it! Folks,
that’s it for Rampage!! Will
Chamelion have an answer to this travesty of his?? See you next week!!