"Strange Bedfellows

April 11th, 2008

Live on from the All-State Arena in Rosemont, Illnois

We open Rampage up out back near the backstage entrance area, with Chamelion and Fire getting out of a very nice 2008 green Ford Mustang.  Chamelion lifts his gym bag from the back seat and Fire leans against the car, waiting with a saucy look on her face.  He stands and they come together in a kiss, but they are interrupted by Bud Adams, who comes hurrying up with a camera crew in tow.

Adams: Chamelion!  Please, can we get a word with you and Fire over what happened last week, and what all this means!?

Chamelion rolls his eyes, breaking away from Fire and turning full on Adams.

Chamelion: Honestly, kiddo, it ain’t no one’s business and you really should tread lightly around me with such insulting questions!  I can make your life far, far more difficult then Project X ever could!

Adams swallows, but he holds his ground. Perhaps all that time with P-X is finally starting to give him a back bone!?

Adams: You hired me, pay me to get the dirt, and I won’t be intimidated! You and Fire have a lot to account for! What about your wife? What about Sandra!?

Instead of looking pissed, Chamelion actually shares a smile with Bud.

Chamelion: You really wanna know? Does the whole world REALLY want to know why I did what I did?  Why Fire is now my ‘main squeeze’?

Chamelion brings Fire into an embrace to illustrate the point, and his smile fades as he looks darkly at Adams.

Chamelion: Fine, here’s the quick pamphlet version for all the attention deficit people!  Sandra walked out of the PWA months ago, upset at the treatment she was receiving.  Treatment that was fair and unbiased, which is what everyone here should expect from me!  But NO, Sandra was pissed.  So, over the last couple of months, our home life has been nothing but a living hell!  She blames ME, ME for her loss to Circa… and I was fed up with it!

He pauses, but doesn’t give Adams time to comment.

Chamelion: I’m trying to do business and I have to deal with a wife at home who thinks I’m being unfair, well I tell ya what Adams… ya think I’m unfair NOW?  Most would think so eh!?  But Sandra and I? We’ll take care of personal business where it belongs… at home and away from prying eyes!  As for Fire here?

He turns and smiles warmly at her.

Chamelion: She was dumped by Mr. Showtime, who went on his own way, and she had her own personal issues and needed a friend… so yeah, maybe we got close… it’s no one’s business but our own!!  And I hear the crowd boos?  Bah, take away all the cheaters, liars and two faced fuck ups sitting in this stands tonight, and you’ll hear crickets!! Crickets, and nothing else…. Except perhaps from a small smidge of ‘angles’ who couldn’t get a girl this hot if they paid for it on some street corner.

Huge boos can be heard from inside!  Chamelion laughs.

Chamelion: Well, there’s the sound of the hypocritical bunch now, eh!?  I mean, you’d know all about such things, wouldn’t you Adams!? 

Adams: What? What do you mean!? I’ve never…

Chamelion: Not you, you moron, go talk to your wife!  But this interview is over… the PWA roster thinks I have an ego and I like to take up air time, well, I’ll let them have the night… and in time, I’ll remind them who it is who hired them, signs their paychecks and LET’S them have any TV time at all… and I can tell ya this, RIGHT NOW, Adams… things are going to change around here… because the Most Devious SOB in the Business is back… and he’s IN CHARGE!! GOT IT!?

Chamelion escorts Fire past Adams, who stands their flabbergasted both from Chamelion’s declarations and the accusations against his wife… and with that, we go ringside for our opening match!  

Enika Engel vs. Duff Cote d'Ivoire

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

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

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

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


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

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


Eric Emerson: On the way to the ring: from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs., he is a member of the Masters of Armageddon... DUFF CÔTE D'IVOIIIRE!!!

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

--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--

Duff jumps down from his perch and waits impatiently for his opponent's entrance.

Eric Emerson: And introducing his opponent tonight...

The opening guitar riff to "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin cuts in, which cues a few swirling pink lights from the stage - no pyro's, no bullshit.

At the eleven-second break mark, Enika Engel steps out from behind the curtain to something of a mixed reaction. Sure, a few people recognized her - but this was her first solo match, and they didn't know what to expect. Her attire consists of a pink zip-up hoodie - left unzipped, with the hood up over her head - overtop of a white ribbed belly shirt wiith a black "Exit Music" ensigna in the middle, rotated 35 degrees; along with a pair of white booty shorts with the name "Firefly across the back of them, black fingerless mesh gloves, and lastly a pair of pink, w/ white fur, ankle boots. She looks out to the crowd, quite excited on this eve - a smile drawn from ear to ear - as she takes a few seconds to let it all sink in.


### You my friend, you're a lot like them...###
### But I caught your lie, and you know I did... ###


As soon as the opening verse kicks in, she makes her way down the entrance ramp...

### Now I'm lost in you... ###
### Like I always do... ###


She keeps going until she reaches the bottom, her eyes now taken away from the fans, and aimed down towards the ring, she pauses for a moment....

### And I'll die to win... ###
### Because I'm born to lose!###

As soon as the chorus gets ready to kick in, small pink blasts of pyro begin firing behind her, unfortunately her budget wasn't that big her first match in...

### Firefly! ###

She throws her head back (thus removing the hood from her head and in turn revealing a white skull cap underneath) and sways her shoulders before throwing a balled fist into the air, cueing a few more blasts of pink from behind her. The ring announcer drowns out the lyrics...

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Charleston, West Virginia - she is The FIREFLY.... ENIKAAA... ENGGGELLLL!!!!

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

### Could you shine your light?###
### Now I learn your ways, 'cause they're just like mine. ###

She quickly makes her way from the bottom of the ramp, to the ring apron itself...

### Now I'm justified, ###
### As I Fall In Line ###

Which leads to her non-chalantly lifting herself up and rolling under the bottom rope, before carefully pushing to her feet.

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


The bell sounds to begin the match and the two wrestlers circle one another in the center of the ring. Duff lunges forward, trying to lock up with Enika Engel, but the Firely ducks under his grasp. Enika quickly grabs onto d'Ivoire's shoulders from behind and drops to the mat, sending her knees into his spine with a wicked backstabber. Engel kips up to her feet and begins firing Kawada kick after Kawada kick into her opponent as he lies on the mat. With a loud growl of frustration, Duff Côte d'Ivoire shoves Engel away from him, sending her tumbling on the mat. Duff runs into the ropes and rebounds off with a huge flying clothesline that turns the Firefly inside out as she rolls to her feet.

Rentfro: Nice back and forth action between these two superstars thus far in this match.

McDaniel: Each wrestler is utilizing their strengths, Enika her speed and Duff his size. Duff now has the Teutonic Claw applied to Engel's head. She screams at the pain but refuses to submit.

Rentfro: Just look at her roll around the canvas in pain. You can only imagine how much that must hurt.

McDaniel: Her rolling has served her good purpose, however, as she makes it into the ropes for the break.

Enika Engel pulls herself up to her feet by use of the ropes, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. Duff sends a stiff boot into her midsection then whips her across the ring into the opposite corner. D'Ivoire charges after her with a spear tackle, but the Firefly hops onto the top turnbuckle to go above Duff, causing him to slam his shoulder into the steel ring post. Duff Côte d'Ivoire staggers out of the corner, holding his shoulder, and is taken down by a flying bulldog off the top from Enika. She hooks the leg as she goes for the cover.

One...

Two...


Rentfro: No! Duff manages to kick out of the pin with authority!

McDaniel: It's going to take a lot more than that to put away the enforcer of the M.o.A.

Engel measures her opponent, circling d'Ivoire as he gets back to his feet. Enika shoots in with a snap front kick to Duff's left knee, sending him down to one knee and putting him in perfect position for a spine-crunching roaring elbow from the Firefly as she nails him with The Fake Sound of Progress. Duff Côte d'Ivoire crumples to the canvas. Before Enika Engel can capitalize upon the situation, however, Duff rolls out of the ring to the ringside area. Undeterred, Enika runs back into the ropes then charges forward, diving over the top rope with a crossbody block. Duff manages to catch her, however, and drives her back into the ring post before executing a fallaway slam on the floor. Enika writhes in pain from the impact while d'Ivoire rolls back into the ring to break the official's ten count.

Rentfro: Ouch! Just when you thought this match was going Engel's way she gets taken down hard.

McDaniel: Although Duff could win the match this way I doubt this is how he wants it. He wants to send a statement to the entire Engel family from the Masters of Armageddon.

Duff Côte d'Ivoire steps back out onto the apron then runs down its length towards Enika Engel, taking her back down with a Lou Thesz press. He begins pummeling her in the face, driving stiff shots into her head. Suddenly he falls off Enika, holding his eyes, as she sprays a pink mist into his eyes. Lips Like Morphine! Enika grabs d'Ivoire's wrists and rolls him over into a Japanese stranglehold, sitting deeply onto his back. As Duff tries to power out of the hold, Enika Engel wrenches back on his arms to further cut off his blood supply. As the official's count reaches seven, Enika releases the hold, dragging her opponent back to his knees and tossing him back inside the ring to break the count. She slides in right after him.

Rentfro: And that's why Duff is primarily a brawler and not a high-flyer.

McDaniel: Enika is relentless here, but can she overcome her much larger opponent?

Duff Côte d'Ivoire gets back to his feet and is slowly driven backwards into the ropes by a barrage of chops from the Firefly. Enika tries to whip her opponent into the ropes, but he puts the brakes on and reverses the whip, taking her down with a double axe-handle smash to the sternum as she rebounds off the ropes. D'Ivoire applies a rear waistlock to Engel and takes her over with a German suplex. Rather than releasing the hold, however, he adjusts his hold to plant Enika Engel into the canvas with a gutwrench powerbomb. Duff steps onto Enika's lower back then locks her into a camel clutch.

Rentfro: Duff's really working over the back of Enika Engel right now. He could ground and seriously slow her down with the damage he's inflicting to her spine.

McDaniel: She's a Hell of a striker and a damn fine submission wrestler, but she needs her mobility against a man of this size and power.

Duff Côte orders the referee to ask Enika if she wants to submit. Engel refuses, however, as she desperately tries to slide around so that her foot is in the ropes. D'Ivoire pulls back harder on her neck, cursing her out and insulting her. Enika's eyes begin to close, and she stops moving. The ref checks to see if she is still conscious, lifting the Firefly's arm and letting it drop. A second time. A third... and the arm hovers weakly. Enika Engel's eyes open as she releases a last burst of energy to finally reach the ropes and the break. Duff shouts at the referee as he is forced to release the hold.

Rentfro: Arguing with the referee won't do him any good. He needs to stay on his opponent.

McDaniel: You're right, Brian, and it just cost him there as Enika Engel catches him in a schoolboy rollup!

One...

Two...

Thre-NO!

Duff manages to kick out just in time. The two wrestlers hop to their feet and circle one another. Enika fires a couple side kicks into Duff's legs, trying to work over his vertical base. D'Ivoire reciprocates with a couple hard jabs then a left hook followed by a right cross. Enika Engel leaps up with a corkscrew missile dropkick straight to her opponent's mouth, sending him sprawling. Duff Côte d'Ivoire is right back to his feet, however, and takes the Firefly down with a flying clothesline. Duff whips Engel into the ropes, catching her and driving her into the canvas with a spinebuster. He goes for the cover, but Enika immediately has her foot into the ropes. D'Ivoire pounds the canvas in frustration and goes to pull his opponent back to her feet. Enika catches him with a snap DDT, however, planting him into the mat. It is now her turn to go for the quick cover, but Duff pops his shoulder up almost instantly. The two roll back to their feet and stare one another down.


Rentfro: Despite their animosity towards one another, it seems these two are developing a certain amount of respect for each other's abilities in that ring.

McDaniel: If either thought this would be an easy fight they're certainly realizing now that that is not the case.

Enika Engel goes for a spinning backfist to the face of her opponent, but Duff ducks the blow to execute a reverse STO. He locks in a Fujiwara armbar, wrenching back on Enika's arm. The Firefly shouts in pain and tries to rally back. Slowly she pushes herself up to her feet, pressing c'Ivoire's shoulders to the mat through use of his own hold. Duff rocks and rolls Enika right back down to the mat. The referee asks her is she wants to submit, but she refuses. Frustrated, Duff Côte d'Ivoire releases the hold to slam Enika's elbow into the canvas before dropping an elbow down across it. Duff drapes his opponent's arm across the bottom rope and begins stomping on it.

Rentfro: Duff's looking to take away Enika's striking game now as he viciously goes after her arm.

McDaniel: But is it wise to change game plans in the middle of the match? He was onto something when he was working over her back earlier. Besides, her strikes may be dangerous but her kicks are lethal.

Rentfro: As she just demonstrated with that leaping side kick!

Duff Côte d'Ivoire kips up to his feet, only to be leveled by a side thrust kick from Enika Engel! Enika drags him to the corner and places him into the tree of woe. She backs up then runs in with a dropkick to his abdomen. The Firefly climbs the turnbuckles and calls for Standing on the Rooftops, leaping off with a wicked double-stomp to d'Ivoire's face. Enika pulls her opponent out of the ropes and into the center of the ring, where she applies the Black Holes and Revelations.

Rentfro: There's nowhere for Duff to go now that he's in the center of the ring. Those ropes are too far away to reach.

McDaniel: Perhaps, but he's refusing to submit. He just won't quit fighting!

Rentfro: Enika Engel drops to add a grapevine to d'Ivoire, as well. Surely he can't take much more of this!

DING DING DING!

McDaniel: And indeed he couldn't as Duff Côte d'Ivoire finally submits.

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match... ENIKA ENGEL!!!

Rentfro: And so the Engel clan strikes down their eternal enemies, the M.o.A.

McDaniel: We haven't seen the end of this, however, Brian. Not by a long shot.

“Five Minutes Alone” hits the sound system and the fan rise to their feet, not because they like SNS:, who does? But more because of the recent family troubles. Scott walks out onto the entrance ramp followed by the Black Angel Ryan Strader and Vanessa Strader. Scott and Ryan are dressed primarily the same, boots, jeans, black t-shirts. Scott pumps his fist into the air as does Ryan, and as the camera passes by you can see “Kaleb” freshly tattooed across his inner left wrist. Scott leads the family down to the ring. Ryan hops up on the apron, and holds the middle rope so Vanessa can get in. Scott forcibly grabs the microphone from Eric Emerson before sliding into the ring himself. He moves to the center of the ring, facing the crowd on his right. 

SNS: Last month at Who's the Man, a tragic accident came about onto our brothers.

Scott says that as he motions to his family with his hand. 

SNS: And I can't tell you how fucking mad we are, that President Sommers signed Nathan Kelser. But, looks good on that pompous ass of a President, who is paying Nathan Kelser to stay the hell at home. Well thats going to change.

Scott looks around at the fans, and begins walking around the ring making eye contact with the crowd as he continues to speak. 

SNS:  Sommers, you let us down by hiring a man thats about as useful as a thumbtack on concrete. Is it the fact that my brother has been kicking your pathetic ass since W4F, and you wanted too see them killed? Or at least Payton?

You can see Scott turning many different shades of red. 

SNS: Because if thats the case, you'll have to inject yourself with that serum again The Corpse took, because I will bring two inches to death.

Scott stops walking around, turns, and addresses the front entrance. 

SNS: But the person who is most responsible for this tragic series of events, is the Fallen Angel. You scared Nathan? You so bloody scared that you have gone into your own witness protection plan? Well, Nathan... you should be fucking scared. One of my brothers, is trying to heal. My other...

Scott inhales deeply, and slowly exhales trying to calm himself down. 

SNS: Nathan, you took the cowards way out by using a eighteen wheeler. Couldn't have done it like a real man? Wait, I must've forgot who I was talking about. Because when it comes to your line of Kelsers, you aren't even men. You can't even hold a candle to Thunderwolf. Your not even worth two squirts of piss. Nathan, you lack the testicular fortitude to confront anyone man to man. Your a wimp. You rely on a multi ton truck to do your work.

Ryan and Vanessa stand by Scott, nodding in agreement. 

SNS: So I'm going to prove your a pussy right now. I'm going to prove you have no fucking balls. I'm calling you out Nathan.

Scott drops the microphone to his side, and looks down at the front entrance. A couple minutes pass and Scott lifts the microphone back to his lips. 

SNS: No balls. Nathan, I will find you. If I have to show up at other promotions to find you... I will. So will my brother the Black Angel. After we're done with you, they'll need to check dental records to identify the body. Of course, that will be a task in itself especially when I knock everyone out. We're coming Nathan... and thats not the sound of hoofbeats... thats the sound of right hook shattering your jaw.

Scott tosses the microphone back at Eric Emerson as “Five Minutes Alone” hits the soundsystem. The Strader family heads back stage.

Mark McNasty vs. Lex Demise
DING DING!

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

The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

Eric Emerson:  Hailing from Atlanta, Gerogia. Weighting in at 255, and standing at 6 foot 3 inches,

Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back.

Eric Emerson:  He's "Big Nasty."

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience.

Eric Emerson: MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp. He slaps hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left, then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes his way to his corner as the music fades.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

"Exile" by Soilwork plays over the PA. Upon the opening words of the song, a man clad in a black trenchcoat and jeans enters the arena, surveying the ring. His long sandy hair is no longer dyed. A Jack Skellington skicap covers his brow. Eyes hidden behind black-rimmed Oakleys, he sniffs once and strokes his chin before idly making his way down the ring, seemingly disinterested by the whole affair.

Eric Emerson: From Eastern Kentucky....weighing in at 266 pounds...LEX DEMISE!!

The man stops halfway as he seems to be looking for someone or something at his side. A long forgotten figure. She's not there, never is. Slowly he moves into the ring, removing his glasses and skicap. The light catches a reflection off his glass eye, firmly entrenched in his left eyesocket. He removes his trenchcoat and leans back in the corner, uninterested in the rest of the world around him.

DING DING DING!!

Lex and McNasty both circle each other in the ring, Lex makes the first move and takes two steps forward to lock up with McNasty, he gets behind McNasty and goes for a hard german suplex, but McNasty uses his weight to balance himself from being thrown backwards, instead he manages to get out of Lex’s waist lock and immediately spins around, he grabs Lex by the waist from the front and- with a bit of strain- tosses Lex over the top of his head in a rough Belly to Belly Suplex!

McDaniel: And already, a great start to this match, both men showing great power in each of them.

Rentfro: Mark more so- considering Lex has got a whole 11 pounds more on him.

Lex gets up rather quickly and so Does McNasty, both circle each other again before they lock up. Lex goes for a quick hammer lock, but McNasty reverses it into a Hammer lock of his own, Lex reverses it again and flips McNasty into a quick side Suplex. Once McNasty is on his back, he quickly jumps in the air and goes for a standing Leg Drop. McNasty however rolls out of the way and Lex drops himself right on his behind.

Rentfro: I think Demise thinks McNasty is slower than the average bear if you catch my drift!

McDaniel: That I don’t, Brian … That I don’t…

McNasty gets up behind Lex Demise and locks in a tight sleeper hold! Lex does his best to get up to his feet but McNasty uses his own weight to keep Lex down to the Canvas. Lex crawls slowly over to the ring ropes, and just barely latches onto one, which forces McNasty to give up the hold and back off.

Rentfro: Don’t you think Lex could’ve just powered out of it?

McDaniel: Well, McNasty is no push over Brian, its not like you can just push a 255 pound man off your back…

Lex gets up to his feet, he rubs the back of his neck before he turns to McNasty, immediately he charges after him and delivers to hard strikes both left and then a right, he then grabs McNasty by the hair and knees him right in the gut, he pulls him into an Impaler DDT and drops him square on his head! The crowd ooo’s and boo’s!

Rentfro: Did you see that! I barely blinked and McNasty was already dropped on his head!

Lex goes for the pin, he hooks both legs and the ref falls to the canvas to count!

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

McNasty rolls out of the pin all most backwards and hops right back up to his feet, he rubs the top of his head and watches and Lex gets up slowly. He does alittle shuffle with his feet and kind of mouths to Lex “Caught me off guard is all…”, Lex Charges at McNasty once again, but McNasty just side steps and wraps him up into a Reverse DDT as soon as he passes him!

Rentfro: Whoa! Just like the wind McNasty has Changed from barely conscious to most alert man alive!

McNasty drops Lex right to the canvas and goes for the pin without a second to spare!

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Lex kicks out and McNasty gets up to his feet quickly- he stomps Lex on the head a few times before he turns and poses to the fans…

McDaniel: Just like McNasty to humiliate his opponent just a bit more to get over with the fans!

Rentfro: Well its working, can you hear these cheers for our Intercontinental champion?

Lex gets up, he holds his head for a moment, the ref checks if he is alright, but he just pushes him out of the way! McNasty turns and just as soon as Lex starts his charge once again, McNasty goes to Side step once again, but Lex out of nowhere catches McNasty in a rough spear!! McNasty goes down and Lex goes for the pin!!

1!

2!

Foot on the ropes!!

The crowd is on edge as they let out a huge sigh as the ref sees the foot on the ropes! Lex looks up at the ref and freaks out at him! “It was a slow count” and “HE didn’t have his foot on the ropes" could be heard in between shouts from the crowd. McNasty gets up, his hands on his back, bracing it from almost collapsing! Lex turns around and grabs McNasty by the throat, he parades him around the ring for a moment, before he picks him up into a suplex like maneuver!

Rentfro: Oh no! this might be Demise’s finisher “Sinner’s End” I’ve heard a lot about it!

McDaniel: Considering you’ve seen it…

Rentfro: What?

McNasty wiggles a bit before bending his body completely and falls back behind Lex and out of his finisher! Mark locks Lex up in a rear waistlock and delivers a huge german suplex. Mark holds on and stands himself and Lex back up, delivering another big german suplex. He doesn't let go, and delivers the third and final. He holds it for a bridge pin.

1!

2!

Kick out!

Rentfro: Close call there!

McDaniel: I was sure McNasty had him...

Lex gets up to his feet with the help of the ropes. McNasty struts to the crowd, getting a good pop from there. Lex turns around to pick up McNasty again, but McNasty rolls him into a tight cradle! The crowd cheers as the ref counts!

1!

2!

WAIT!

Lex rolls out of the cradle and into a cradle of his own!! The crowd gasps as Lex grabs hold of the ropes!! The ref counts not seeing Lex’s hands on the rope!!

1!

2!!

3!/KICKOUT!!

As soon as the ref came down for a third count, McNasty kicked out!! The ref didn’t call for the bell and instead called that pin a two count! Lex obviously frustrated with McNasty, almost foams at the mouth as he grabs McNasty again by the hair and pulls him up, he looks at McNasty and delivers a hard right shot to the face!

Rentfro: Oh come on how! How about a little sportsmanship!

McNasty goes for his own right hook, but Lex ducks under it. Lex hits a vicious Russian legsweep on McNasty. Lex goes into the ropes and comes crashing down with a huge elbow drop. He puts his boot down on McNasty's ribs a few times, and then gets McNasty to his feet. He whips Mark into the ropes and Mark comes back, dodging an attempted clothesline, and wrapping Lex up for a full-nelson slam! Mark covers...

1!

2!

Kick out!

McDaniel: Mark is getting closer and closer to victory Brian!

Rentfro: I don't know, Jon. He can't seem to keep Demise down!

McNasty gets Demise to his feet and unchambers lefts and rights, staggering Lex into the ropes. McNasty whips him to the opposite side and Lex comes back. McNasty tries a clothesline of his own, but Lex ducks and drops to one knee behind McNasty.

McDaniel: NO!

McNasty tries to turn around, but it's too late. Lex connects with a ball-breaking low-blow on McNasty, and the ref signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match by disqualification... MARK McNASTY!!!

McNasty is rolling in the ring, as Demise wipes his hands, obviously frustrated. Demise shoves the referee back and grabs McNasty by the head. He tries to go for the Sinner's End, but there's commotion ringside.

McDaniel: WILKIE IS HERE!

Rentfro: SON OF A!

Demise sees Wilkie storm the ring. Demise quickly slides out, not taking his chances with McNasty and Wilkie in the ring. Lex heads up the rampway, frustrated. He disappears backstage. Wilkie helps McNasty to his feet. He then raises Mark's hand in the air, the referee handing Mark his Intercontinental Title.

McDaniel: Get a good look at that, Brian. That's what you'll be seeing at Revolutions Per Minute!

Rentfro: We'll see, Jon. We'll see.

McDaniel: Wait a second, we're getting something backstage...

The camera cuts to see a frustrated Lex Demise storming the hallways. He slams his locker room door wide open, but he finds something unexpected inside, which calms him if only for a moment. Commissioner Joe BoXeR was waiting in his room, and here's why.

Joe BoXeR: Shame, Lex. You probably would've beaten him.

Lex Demise: You never cease to surprise me, Commissioner.

Joe BoXeR: Listen... once again, I'm here talking to you concerning business. You did what I asked last week, and you did it well. While my family and you may not get along at all, you did me a favor. I'm here to return it.

Lex chuckles.

Lex Demise: What could you possibly offer me, Joseph?

Joe stands up for a moment and fixes his dress shirt. He adjusts his tie, almost about to make an exit. He walks past Lex.

Joe BoXeR: Nothing, Alex.

Lex Demise: Then why waste my time?

Joe is out the door, obviously upset with Lex's ungratefulness. But, he turns one last time.

Joe BoXeR: Because I thought you'd like to know you are guaranteed one of the last five spots in the Rumble.

Joe grins, and then disappears around the corner. Lex looks a little dumbfounded, but smiles that infamous smile at the camera nonetheless.

McDaniel: Are... you... kidding me?!

Rentfro: No he's not, Jon! What is the Commish's deal?!

McDaniel: I can't believe he's doing that psycho a favor. Hell, even I know what happened between Joe and Lex eight years ago.

Rentfro: How the hell do you know?

McDaniel: I got my sources. Let's take a quick break.


 

Landshark + Lime + Tequila = Great Time


The camera cuts to ringside to inside one of the private locker rooms in the back. The door to the room opens and "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali enters the room. He lowers his signature Gargoyle sunglasses and peers over them in angry incredulity.

Nightmare: What the Hell are you doing in here?!

As our vantage point shifts we see that the subject of his scorn is Deadend, seated on a steel chair facing the door. He is flanked on the left by Graham Cain and to the right by Duff Côte d'Ivoire. All three men are dressed in black suits and ties, Duff's sleeveless and Deadend's tie loose and shirt untucked. Deadend chuckles at Nightmare's reaction.

Dead End: Jonny boy, how are ya? Seems you're in an interesting place tonight. You see, you somehow got yourself booked to be on the same team as my associates Vicious and Deacon Frost.

Jonathon scoffs and rolls his eyes.

Nightmare: Yeah, lucky me.

Dead End: Oh, you are lucky, believe me. You're teamed with the Masters of Armageddon, the elite of this industry.

Nightmare: If they're so elite where's your gold? The only title you guys had you dropped as soon as you turned around.

Deadend grins, finding amusement in that.

Dead End: All in good time, Jono. Tonight is about your tag match, however, and we just wanted to make certain you wouldn't do something foolish like, say, turn on your partners or abandon them. We need to know that you're committed to this match.

Nightmare strokes his chin thoughtfully, a smile on his face.

Nightmare: You know... that doesn't sound like such a bad idea, especially after the piss poor performance you and Trevor had in front of the camera earlier this week. If he isn't going to take this match seriously then why should I help him?

Dead End: How about your pride? How about showing Virus that you do belong along the elite of this company. How about... the safety of your wife and daughter?

Deadend smirks cockily. In the blink of an eye, Jonathon is across the room, lifting Deadend out of the chair by his throat. Graham and Duff immediately move in on Nightmare, but Deadend waves them off.

Dead End: I suggest you don't do something you'll regret, Jono.

Nightmare: I warn you, if you try to harm my family you'll regret if for the rest of your life... and that won't be for very long.

Jonathon releases Deadend, dropping him back to his feet. Deadend brushes himself off with a laugh.

Dead End: Save the threats for your opponents. I'm not impressed. However, if you impress my colleagues tonight we just may have a place for you in our organization.

Deadend heads out of the room, Graham Cain and Duff Côte d'Ivoire accompanying him. Jonathon snarls and punches the wall, cursing under his breath, as we cut away from the scene.

Six Man Tag Match

Nightmare, Deacon Frost, & Vicious vs. Matthew Engel, Riona Langly, and Circa


DING DING!

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

The house lights dim as "Passve" from APC kicks up over the arena. The fans enter their strongest mix of admiration and hate as Vicious steps out from backstage, dressed to wrestle and wearing black sunglasses.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Chicago, Illinois...

He makes his way down to the ring, takes off the shades and tosses them into the crowd.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet one inch and weighs two hundred and thirty pounds... VICIOUS!!!

Silently, he moves to his corner and waits...

Eric Emerson: His partner, hailing from The Bowery...

The fans quiet down in the arena as the lights go purple. Smoke slowly rises from the entrance. A rain like mist floats through the arena as the opening guitar riff of Saliva’s “I Walk Alone” blares through the speakers.

“I walk alone
I walk for miles inside this of pit of danger
A place where no one follows me
I walk alone”

“Yeah
I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads
I've never understood a damn thing that they said
From words to actions
Never knowing what they're about
I guess I'll have to chew them up and spit them out
And I'll say yeah”

Pyros explodes and out walks Deacon Frost. He is wearing a black leather duster. He has on black baggy jeans and black boots. Frost’s fist and forearms are covered in white tape. Frost stands in the middle of the pyros going off around him. He slowly makes his way down to the ring. Frost steps up onto the ring apron and over the top rope.

Eric Emerson: He weighs three hundred and fifty pounds and stands seven feet tall...

“I walked for miles inside this pit of danger
I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger
The weight of the world has fallen on me
I walk alone”

Eric Emerson: He is... DEACON FROST!!!

The fans go wild as the big man paces around the ring. Frost settles into the corner with Vicious and waits for the match to get started as the music dies down.

Eric Emerson: And finally, their partner...hailing from Los Angeles, California...

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 stands six foot nine inches and weighs two hundred and sixty pounds...

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, with Frost and Vicious, to await the beginning of the match as Akira and Dhamballa take their stations outside the ring.

Eric Emerson: And now, to their opponents. Introducing first, hailing from Multan, Pakistan...

"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.

Eric Emerson: She weighs one hundred and seventy two pounds and stands five foot eight inches...

 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 goes into the opposite corner of her opponents.

Eric Emerson: She is... CIRCA!!!!

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 her partner, she stands five feet, nine inches and weighed in this morning at one hundred and forty two 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: The current Grizzly Beer Champion...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.

McDaniel: Just waiting on one more person...

Rentfro: I can see the tension in this ring already... just wait until he comes down.

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

Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural...equilibrium.. with their surrounding environment, but you humans do not.

You move to an area and you multiply, and multiple until every natural resource is consumed.

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

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

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

A virus.

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

Some people gave advice before

About facing the facts, about facing reality.

And this is without a doubt is his biggest challenge ever.

He's going to have to face it.

You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, uh, and, and, and get some help here.


I mean no one can say they know how he feels.



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

Drifting beyond all time

Out of a churning sky

Drawn to the beckoning light

Of the dark eternal night


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


Dark master within, I will fight for you


Dark master of sin, now my soul is yours

Dark master my guide, I will die for you

Dark master inside...

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


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

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

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

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

DON'T!

Bother trying to find them

They will be coming to you

FIGHT!

Fight and destroy until you can't take anymore


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

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

SIN!

Caught in a moment of weakness

Committed the greatest of all

SOLD!

Half of my soul

And now it's too late for you


Matt takes his jacket, tie, and dress shirt off to reveal a white muscle shirt underneath. With his wrestling boots tucked under his pants, he's ready to go. "In the Presence of Enemies, Pt 2" shuts down, right before it was about to get to the part where the man fights the evil in his heart and comes out victorious.

McDaniel: Well... now that we've gotten all of THAT out of the way... let's get this match started.

Rentfro: Nightmare steps forward, taking the initiative to represent the starter from his team. Who is going to come out of the other corner?

McDaniel: It should be Matt, but he's scared.

Rentfro: I don't know about that, but Circa is stepping forward. She's got some... well, you know. The referee signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Nightmare towers over Circa as he moves in on her, but Circa is quick to sidestep and smashes her knee into Nightmare's mid section. He doubles over, and Circa goes into the ropes. She comes off with a dropkick to Nightmare's head, taking him down. Circa goes into her corner and jumps onto the top rope. She comes down with a frog splash and holds it for the pin.

1...

2...

Broken up by Vicious.

McDaniel: Riona was a second too late to prevent Trevor from interfering.

Rentfro: Now there's total chaos in the ring!

McDaniel: Riona grabs Vicious by the head, but he drives an elbow into her stomach and DDTs her to the mat. Circa is stomping away on Nightmare and Virus comes out of no where and dropkicks Frost to the mat!

Rentfro: Complete anarchy!

The referee tries to get everyone back to their corners. Frost and Virus go without a fight, but Riona and Vicious are at each other's throats. The ref physically separates them. Circa shoves Vicious away, but unfortunately gets lifted up from behind with a huge back-breaker as Nightmare makes his presence known. Riona looks over, and gets dropped by Vicious. Vicious laughs and goes back to his corner, with Nightmare taking advantage of Circa.

McDaniel: Circa looks really hurt there... I think Nightmare might've crushed her with that back-breaker.

Rentfro: Well they call it a back-breaker for a reason, Jon.

Circa tries to get to her feet, but her back is killing her. Nightmare makes it worse by driving his forearm into her spine several times. He tosses her into the corner and unchambers lefts and rights. He puts her on the top turnbuckle, and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. Nightmare wraps Circa up in a front facelock and then lifts her up and down into the ring with a huge superplex. The ring shakes violently, mostly because of Nightmare's tremendous size. He covers...

1...

2...

Matt breaks it up, connecting with a diving kick to Nightmare's face.

McDaniel: Close fall there on Circa. She keeps grabbing her back and unable to get up now, Brian.

Rentfro: The referee tells Nightmare to go to his corner, Circa may be seriously injured here.

Nightmare honors the referee's wishes and steps back. The ref attends to Circa, and both corners are exchangning nasty looks to one another. The referee calls for the paramedics. They rush out to attend to Circa, as the crowd falls silent.

McDaniel: Wow! I can't believe this. You know, one wrong move and your career can end up a lot shorter than it should be.

Rentfro: Eric Emerson has the microphone again...

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, Circa has been removed from the match up due to a serious injury. We will keep you up to date on her situation, but this match will continue. It's now a handicap tag match, two on three!

The crowd is in mixed reaction, sympathetic for Circa, but anxious to see what kind of match this will turn out to be. Riona Langly and Matthew Engel look at each other, as Nightmare and Frost exchange pleasant looks. Vicious has his eyes on Riona.

McDaniel: Riona Langly steps into the ring. Nightmare takes a few steps forward and then...

Rentfro: Vicious tags himself in!

Vicious is so quick to get through the ropes and attack Riona. He hits her with a left, and a right, and then throws her into the ropes. She comes back and Vicious catches her with a huge back-body drop. He goes to work on her mid section, kicking her there hard and slamming his knees into it. He gets her to her feet and hits another devastating DDT. A quick cover...

1...

2...

Matt breaks it up again, but pays for it when Frost clotheslines him.

McDaniel: Matt just got leveled there... awesome.

Rentfro: He was being a team player!

McDaniel: Right... he just doesn't want to lose.

Frost begins stomping away on Virus, as Vicious and Nightmare go to work on Riona. Nightmare calls for a double move, but Vicious ignores him and does his own thing. Vicious wraps Riona up and slams her down with a full-nelson slam. The referee is trying to get Frost off Virus, and isn't around to make the count. Vicious slams the mat in frustration, and Nightmare laughs a bit.

McDaniel: Wehali is laughing at his own teammate...

Rentfro: He must be just a bad a teammate as Matt, huh?

McDaniel: No, no. I wouldn't say that.

Vicious yells at Frost to go back in his corner, and Frost does. Matt after taking a beating, gets up to his knees slowly. He manages to make it back to his corner as Vicious gets Riona up to her feet. Riona counters with a couple of elbows to Vic's mid section, and then hits Vic with a huge right hook that sends him staggering back. Riona hits a dropkick that sends Vicious over the top rope. Matt tries to take advantage of the situation as Riona gets up to one knee, taking a breather.

McDaniel: What the hell is Matt doing?

Rentfro: He's crazy, Jon! Didn't you know?

McDaniel: He's trying to go after Trevor, but Nightmare and Frost are right there!

Vicious gets to one knee, but is immediately covered by Nightmare and Frost. Matt goes in and nails Nightmare in the face and hits a quick side kick to Deacon's stomach. He dropkicks Deacon over the barricade, but immediately gets grabbed from behind. Nightmare grabs Matt by the throat, and chokeslams him to the ground on the outside. Matt is grabbing his back, in immense pain. Vicious gets to his feet, and slides into the ring. Riona is there to meet up, and they exchange lefts and rights.

McDaniel: Riona and Trevor are battling ferociously in the ring, but Nightmare has Matt up for a powerbomb!

Rentfro: Oh my GOD! He just slammed Matt back first into the barricade!

McDaniel: Matt looks in bad form there, as Deacon hops over the barricade. Now they're double-teaming Matt, both of them throwing punches and kicks.

Rentfro: Jesus... somebody stop this madness.

The referee yells at Nightmare and Frost to back off and get back to their corner. He threatens them with disqualification, and they obey. Frost and Nightmare get back to their corner, and Matt is a mess. He gets to one knee, trying to ignore the immense pain he's in and get to his corner.

McDaniel: Riona kicks Trevor low and nails him with a snap suplex!

Rentfro: She springboards off the ropes with a one-eighty corkscrew moonsault!

McDaniel: I think she calls that the Angelic Euphoria...

Riona holds it for the pin...

1...

2...

Broken up by Nightmare.

McDaniel: Nightmare breaks up the pin, but immediately goes back to his corner. He's got no love for Riona or Trevor... so I imagine he's gonna let them duke it out.

Rentfro: Nobody's got love for anybody here it seems!

McDaniel: Nightmare and Frost seem to be on the same page.

Nightmare goes back to his corner and Riona pulls Vicious over to her corner. Matthew Engel is now finally there, and Riona tags him in. Matt goes in and lands lefts and rights on Vicious. They hit a double suplex on Vicious. Riona climbs out to the apron, and now it's Vicious and Virus. Matt gets Vic to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Vic comes back in spear fashion, but Matt leapfrogs over Vic. Vic comes back from the other end and catches Matt with a hard lariat. Vic gets Matt to his feet and lifts him up in suplex fashion, and brings him down for a brainbuster.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Riona storms the ring, but is met by brute force as Nightmare and Frost make short work of her, with a double clothesline.

Rentfro: Riona gets up... and gets tossed to the outside by Frost!

McDaniel: Virus is all alone!

Nightmare and Frost approach the Virus, but Vicious gets in their way. He shoves them back and tells them that Matt is his. They look at each other, and head back to their corner. They want to win the match as much as anybody. Vic turns back and Matt is on his feet.

Rentfro: SUPERKICK!

McDaniel: Trevor falls like a sack of potatoes!

Nightmare shakes his head, but gets in the ring immediately as Virus makes the cover.

1...

Nightmare breaks it up.

McDaniel: How the hell is Matt gonna even win? Why even try?

Rentfro: I don't know, but do you think he's going to just give up?

McDaniel: He has before...

Trevor comes to his senses... as Nightmare makes it to his corner. Nightmare reaches forward and slaps Vicious on the back. The ref calls the tag, and the big man steps into the ring. Matt staggers back to get some grounding, but the big man tosses him into the corner. He unchambers lefts and rights on Matt and then finishes it off with a huge headbutt. Matt goes onto the ground. Nightmare is slamming his knees into Matt's head. Nightmare gets Matt to his feet and hip tosses him to the other side of the ring.

McDaniel: Wehali is just destroying Matt right now!

Rentfro: That's because Riona is just NOW coming to her senses!

McDaniel: Riona climbs the turnbuckle behind Nightmare and connects with a huge missile dropkick!

Rentfro: Frost and Vicious break into the ring. Nightmare gets back on his feet, and helps Trevor out by double-teaming Riona.

Trevor and Nightmare get Riona in the corner and slam fists and knees into every square inch of her body. She falls to the mat. Vicious pushes Nightmare out of the way again, but Nightmare doesn't take it lightly. Vicious goes back to work on Riona and gets her back to her feet. He puts her on the top turnbuckle, and then hits another right hook for good measure.

McDaniel: Nightmare shoves Vicious! What the hell?!

Rentfro: I guess Nightmare got tired of him being selfish!

McDaniel: Team work, guys! TEAM WORK!

Meanwhile, Virus is to his feet. He sees all three men have their back to him. He slams his fist deep into Deacon's back, which drops him to a knee. He grabs Deacon by the head and slams it into his knee. Deacon falls to the mat, and Nightmare and Vicious turn around. An infuriated, battered Matthew Engel approaches them. Their attention gets turned for a second, just enough time for Riona to deliver a swift kick to Trevor's head, and Matt to knock Nightmare out of the ring.

McDaniel: Oh what the hell! Nightmare's the legal competitor on that team!

Rentfro: How can you even tell? This match has been chaos from the get-go!

Riona drops down to the ring and gets into another fistfight with Vicious. They're exchanging lefts and rights. Matt is climbing the other nearby turnbuckle. With Frost on the mat, Matt rises to the top rope, his back to the ring. He then jumps off, corkscrewing his body around while somersaulting, and lands with a body splash across Frost's mid-section.

Matt holds it for the pin... the referee is confused, but with all this madness, he gets down on the mat and makes the count.

Vicious and Riona keep fighting, but Vicious gets the upperhand and throws Riona threw the ropes and she lands on the outside. Nightmare slides in, and Vicious turns his attention toward the middle of the ring.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Just as the ref hits the three count, Vicious and Nightmare come crashing down on Matt. They both stomp him, and get him to his feet. They double clothesline Virus out of the ring, and turn toward the referee.

McDaniel: What the? Frost wasn't the legal man! Why the hell did the referee make that count?!

Rentfro: It was a mistake, Jon! Even YOU make those from time to time.

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... the team of Riona Langly and Matthew Engel!

"Planet Hell" by Nightwish hits the PA system as Riona and Matt recover ringside. Matt is busted open, blood dripping down his face and his chest. Riona is almost the same, but they're victorious. Riona goes over to Matt, but Matt just ignores her and makes his way up the rampway. Vicious and Nightmare are arguing with the referee in the ring.

McDaniel: This has got to be disputed!

Rentfro: Who's going to dispute it, Jon!? You!?

McDaniel: Maybe I will! But, right now we've got to go to a commercial break...





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PWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Fire (C) vs. Kyle Stevenson

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Television Championship! Introducing first….

The familiar bass riff to “Schism” by Tool begins to play over the PA system. Then all of a sudden it stops and we hear a needle scratch as if taken abruptly off the record.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 225lbs…

The lights dim as the opening riff to “The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play. The arena turns a blood red as the first verse starts.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Huntington Beach, California… and he is the number one contender…

##Just when you thought it was over##
##The sky turned black and we all fell to Earth##
##Dead in our tracks, we were frozen in fact##
##Choking to Breathe then came the seas##
##Wash away impurities, wash away everything that couldn’t be##

Eric Emerson: Here is KYLE STEVENSON!!!

As the song hits the chorus the man steps out in front of a white light projecting his silhouette out into the crowd. The lights come up to reveal Kyle Stevenson standing at the entrance ramp. He’s wearing face paint and a black trench coat over his usual ring gear. He carries a Singapore cane down to the ring with him. He stands there for a moment. He then walks calmly to the ring. He enters and goes to his corner. He sets the cane in the corner and takes off the jacket. “The End” fading away.

McDaniel: Stevenson's been on a roll here of late...

Rentfro: Yes he has! And he's a huge hit on PWA radio...

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…she hails from Hollywood, California, and she is the PWA Television Champion…FIRE!!!

“This Fire” by Franz Ferdinand heats up, and the arena fills with boos and hisses as Fire steps saucily onto the stage, her TV title belt wrapped around her waist.  She stops, turns and bends over, slapping her ass at the fans and then waves a finger, which beckons Chamelion onto the stage.  He comes up to her and she straightens to wrap a leg around his and they share a kiss.  The fans respond cruelly, but Chamelion just smirks and as Fire begins to make her way down to the ring, he gives her a smack on the ass.  She giggles and together they approach the ring.

McDaniel: Fire has ALSO been on a roll... capturing the PWA TV Title in her first REAL match and then defending it well against Jacob Collins.

Rentfro: Poor kid didn't stand a chance.

They reach the ring, and Chamelion holds the ropes open for her to step inside.  She releases the belt from around her waist and holds it up for all to see.  The crowd boos even more.

Rentfro: Ya know, she won that before hooking up with Chamelion, they need to show the champion some respect.

McDaniel: She’s the hussy that broke up a marriage, no respect here!

Rentfro: Bah!!!

She hands the belt to the referee and smiles a sexy smile towards Stevenson, who is too busy pacing back and forth, eager to get the match underway.  Chamelion pulls the ref aside, whispering something to him, and then as the ref blinks, Chamelion jumps out and goes to Emerson. He tells him something as well.

McDaniel: I don’t like the looks of this.

Eric Emerson: I have just been informed by the President and Owner of the PWA, that this match is now a no disqualification match!

Stevenson turns towards Emerson in surprise, and while his back is turned, Fire rushes in and hits a swift kick between the legs! Stevenson buckles over in pain and shock, and Fire follows it up with a bulldog!  Stevenson hits the canvas and flops over!

McDaniel: Big deal...

Rentfro: Hey that was a great move there!

Fire runs across the ring and comes back with a rolling thunder move, but Stevenson rolls away and Fire lands on empty canvas.  She moans from the miss, and Chamelion glares at Stevenson.  As Stevenson pulls himself to his feet, Fire lops up and turns, but Stevenson delivers a solid drop kick! 

McDaniel: There ya go kid! Don't take any crap from them!

Rentfro: Fire can handle it...

Stevenson then picks Fire up, hooks her arm over his neck and lifts her into a vertical suplex! However, as he gets her up, Chamelion leans in and trips Stevenson, and he falls backwards with Fire on top! 

**CRASH**

McDaniel: Come on!

Rentfro: Need I remind you it's no disqualification?

Fire hooks the leg during the impact and the referee counts.

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Kickout!

McDaniel: Good job Kyle!

Rentfro: What a slow count...

Stevenson screams at the referee who can’t do anything about it, and he turns into a knife edge chop from Fire.  She backs him into the corner, and then whips him across the ring, but he reverses it and she hits the turnbuckle hard! She gasps, and Stevenson runs in, but Chamelion is there and pulls Fire out of the way in the nick of time, and Stevenson hits turnbuckle, chest first.  Chamelion says something and Fire quickly lands a devastating side kick to Stevenson, and she goes for another cover.

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Kickout!

McDaniel: Kyle is staying resilient and showing everyone why his change of attitude is for the better!

Rentfro: Not gonna help him against Fire... sorry.

Chamelion slams the apron, and Fire shakes her head.  She goes to the corner and climbs, ready to hit a high flying move, but Stevenson is up, races in and jumps to land his feet on the second rope on both sides of the corner, and he hooks Fire up!

McDaniel: Come on! That's just not fair!

Rentfro: All is fair in love and war, I guess.

Still, Chamelion is there to turn the tide, and he grabs Stevenson’s legs. He looks down, swearing at Chamelion, and Fire punches him, causing him to fall back to the canvas.  Fire then rights herself and hits a 360 top rope splash!  She hooks the leg!

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Shoulder up!

McDaniel: Yes!

Rentfro: Kyle is irritating.

Seeing enough, Chamelion slides into the ring, and the ref comes over to scream at him to get out, but Chamelion hits the Sweet Sound of Success on the ref!!!  With the ref down, Fire picks up Stevenson, and she and Chamelion whip him to the ropes and both hit their trademark superkicks!  Stevenson lands on his back, flat out and Fire covers and Chamelion makes the count.

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3!

McDaniel: Now even you can agree that was bush league, Brian.

Rentfro: No... I won't. I like my job, Jon.

Chamelion orders Emerson to make the call.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and STILL PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION….FIRE!!!

Chamelion raises her hand and Fire gleams in the growing roar of the pissed off crowd!  Suddenly, “The Empire Strikes First" by Bad Religion hits and both turn as Joe BoXeR comes on stage with mic in hand.

Joe BoXeR: Mark, what the hell? No, strike that. I can believe this, so I won’t pretend to be shocked! I know you’re devious and all, but what you two did to Stevenson is an outright miscarriage of justice and I won’t stand for it.

Chamelion grabs the mic from Emerson.

Chamelion: Won’t stand for it? You haven’t forgotten that I am the boss here, remember?

Joe smiles.

Joe BoXeR: I haven’t forgotten, nor have I forgotten that you signed me to be your commissioner, which means it’s my duty to make sure problems like this get resolved!  You also know the board of directors for the company are going to back me when I say this… since Circa was injured earlier tonight and the doctors do not feel she should compete at RPM, I am granting Stevenson her spot for an immediate rematch!

Chamelion and Fire scowl, but Chamelion adds.

Chamelion: Fine, but it’s going to be no disqualification again!

Joe smiles back.

Joe BoXeR: Agreed, and since we’re playing the one-up game here, let me add that you, Mark, will be banned from ringside!

Chamelion’s eyes widen, and Fire starts balking at the idea, and Chamelion stammers.

Chamelion: You... you can’t do that!

Joe BoXeR: By your own rules, and by the power of the board, I certainly can. Fire will defend her title against Stevenson, one on one at RPM… and you will have no power what so ever to decide what happens!  

Joe pauses, and then smirks.

Joe BoXeR: ...GOT IT?!?

Joe leaves to the cheers of the fans and Chamelion drops the mic in frustration, having to assure Fire that all will be okay.

McDaniel: Way to go Commish! 

Rentfro: (mockingly) Way to go Commish...

McDaniel: Ah shut up, he did the right thing.

Rentfro: He's the only Engel that knows how to do the right thing...



I met this girl at a bar one time. We were drinking and having fun. I took her home and you know what happened then. Well, ten years later, I'm married to her and hate my life.



Don't leave home without it!


The cameras cut to ringside as Eric Emerson steps into the ring, and then cuts over to Rentfro and McDaniel at ringside.

McDaniel: Fans, in just a moment the main event introductions will be getting underway, and before that happens we would just like to send our condolences out to the family of legendary actor Charlton Heston who died this past Sunday of natural causes. Mr. Heston has appeared in such, uhh, iconic films as the original Planet of the Apes, The Ten Commandments, and The Omega Man, and we here at the PWA would just like to send to his family our condolences and to Heston himself as he rests in peace, our gratitude.

Rentfro: Why all of this show of respect for an old guy who showed up in Colorado mere days after the Columbine school shooting to hold an NRA meeting about the evils of gun control? I mean, HELL, before I saw Planet of the Apes a few years ago, I always thought his most famous role was as the second gas station clerk in Wayne's World 2!

McDaniel: You are despicable, Brian!

In the ring, Emerson holds the microphone in front of his face.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit, and is the main event of the evening!

An image of Sirus Moran holding 'Al' and waving to the crowd is shown on the ADC-Tron as White Zombie's "More Human Than Human" cues up at the start of the guitar slide, the fans roaring with cheers. Sirus steps out from behind the curtain with the black and white stripes on, tucked into a pair of jeans, and holds 'Al' under one arm with a match black and white striped shirt, and now 'Alice' in his other with a black and white striped dress.

Rentfro: Oh my...can you believe this? He's got 'Al' and 'Alice' in matching ref attire!

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, tonight's special guest referee, being accompanied by 'Al' and 'Alice', he is...SIRUS MORAN!!

Sirus slides into the ring at the final guitar slide before the verse begins, and then holds 'Al' and 'Alice' high above his head, waving them back and forth. Rob Zombie's vocals kick in just as the music dies, and is replaced by Coheed & Cambria's "Welcome Home." The ADC-Tron shows a flaming bird as red and yellow pyro shoots from all four corners of the ring, and the lights dim, a spotlight focusing on the rafters as Phoenix descends from a zipline. The spotlight follows him down to the ring, where he lands on his feet before disconnecting the cable.

Eric Emerson: Next, he is tonight's special guest enforcer...PHOENIX!!

The fans all boo as "Welcome Home" dies and Phoenix steps out of his harness, tugging the cable quick to have it pulled back up. The lights go back to normal before all that is heard is the chatter of the fans.

!!AH, QUIT IT NOW!!

Rage Against The Machine's "Bulls on Parade" cues up right after Zach de la Rocha's line, the guitars and bass thumping along as the snare drums smash. The first verse starts, and "Grade A" Alex Wilkie emerges from behind the curtain, his arms outspread as he yells to the fans. Wilkie makes his way down to the ring, slapping a few high-five's, and slides his sunglasses up, pointing out a sign a few rows back that reads "NUCLEAR A+SAULT!"

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring at this time, he weighs in at 250 pounds, and stands at 6-foot-1, hailing from Seattle, Washington by way Calgary...

Rentfro: Dramatic pause.

Eric Emerson: ...Alberta, Canada, he is...

Wilkie poses for a quick picture with a front row fan, and then slides into the ring, rising to his feet before jumping to the second turnbuckle, sliding his vest off as he shouts to the crowd.

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

Phoenix steps out of the ring, adjusting his mask, and Wilkie stares him down as Sirus pats him down for foreign objects with 'Al' and 'Alice.' Alex looks confused as he slides off his sunglasses, handing them and his red vest to the ringside crew, and "Bulls on Parade" is replaced by darkness all over the arena, save for the glow of the ADC-Tron as an old fashioned, black and white film countdown begins rolling, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.

 


~BOOM~

A trio of drumrolls go, followed immediately by the first verse of Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida." Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price rush out from behind the mist-pouring entrance curtain, a spotlight focusing on them, and Lazarus slides off his silver-rimmed Ray Ban's and hands them immediately to Price. The two start walking down the entrance ramp as Corey points to a few front row fans as he sips a bottle of Aquafina.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, and standing at 6-foot-1, he hails from Hollywood, California...

The bridge of the song plays as the pair are halfway down the ramp, and the chorus starts, signaling for Lazarus to rush the rest of the way, leaping up the steps and diving over the top rope, tumbling to a crouching position in the center of the ring with one fist on the mat, his head lowered and bobbing to the beat of the drums.

~PLEASE, TAKE MY HAND!~

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!!!

Corey leaps to his feet, his arms outspread and a wide smile across his face as the spotlight dies, Price making it to ringside, and "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" follows suit. Sirus comes over to pat Lazarus down, and Corey goes to spit water in his face, but instead chooses to swallow it. Lazarus screws the cap back onto the Aquafina, tossing it to Price at ringside, and the lights go out again. Red strobelights flicker on and off along the ramp, and a bright white light shoots from behind the entrance curtain, killing the strobelights as Muse's "Hysteria" cues up. The outline of Project X appears in front of the white light, jogging in place, his silhouette shown to the crowd and those in the ring. The song reaches its peak, and X charges forth to the top of the ramp at the end of the stage, the white light behind him dying, the arena lights returning, and X throwing his chokeslamming arm up into the air as a huge blast of pyro erupts from the stage behind him.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, weighing in tonight at 352 pounds, and standing at 7 feet tall, he is the former PWA World champion...

X marches down to the ring as Lazarus and Wilkie collect in their corner, staring back at the behemoth as he steps onto the apron and then over the top rope. Sirus goes over to pat him down, but X shoves him aside.

Eric Emerson: ...PROJECT X!!!

Lazarus and Wilkie come out of their corner ready to fight, but Sirus gets in between the three, yelling at X that if he starts before the bell he will be barred from the match. X backs up into his corner as "Hysteria" dies, replaced by the sound of heavy footsteps.

...dead man walking...

Jim Johnston's "You're Gonna Pay" cues up as Raizzor steps out from behind the curtain, the classic blues rock riff setting the pace of his steps. The PWA World title rests firmly over Raizzor's shoulder, whose eyes are hidden by long, wet black hair.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, weighing in tonight at 285 pounds, and standing at 6 fet, 8 inches tall...

Raizzor ignores all of the fans, his eyes hidden as he solemnly marches forward to the ring. He steps up onto the apron, and then into the ring, flipping his hair back with a quick jerk of his neck, exposing his menacing stare towards everybody but Sirus.

Eric Emerson: He is the current PWA World champion...

Raizzor holds the PWA World title high up over his head with one hand, pointing to his chest with his free hand's thumb.

Eric Emerson: ...RAIZZOR!!!

"You're Gonna Pay" dies down, and Raizzor hands the PWA World title to Sirus, who passes it off to a ringside attendant. Raizzor lifts a leg so Moran can pat him down, and then the other, and Raizzor steps out onto the apron as X rubs his hands together, waiting for the bell. Corey and Alex chat with each other, and Lazarus nods, slapping a high-five with Alex before stepping out onto the apron. Sirus steps into the middle of the ring as Emerson takes a seat at ringside, and then signals for the bell with the hand he holds 'Alice' with.

**DING, DING, DING**

Wilkie and X each walk to the center of the ring, and X goes for a grapple, but Wilkie ducks underneath it and rushes into the X/Raizzor corner, slapping Raizzor across the face. He then turns around and gets leveled with a big right from Project X before getting the boots put to him.

McDaniel: And right away Wilkie gets one over X, but pays for it, and now Project X with a chinlock.

Rentfro: This is smart wrestling by Project X, who usually just goes for power and strength over expertise. He knew that Wilkie and Lazarus were prepared to try to fly around the ring, and so he's cutting Wilkie off immediately, throwing his entire training regimine off, by going to the mat.

McDaniel: Brian, when did you actually learn in-ring strategy?

Rentfro: From playing Fire Pro Returns.

Wilkie breaks free of the chinlock and locks X into a standing wristlock, wrenching the hold in and then dropping the former World champion to a knee. Wilkie delivers a pair of short roundhouse kicks to X's upper back, and then swings his free arm over X's shoulder to deliver a trio of back elbows to his face. Wilkie brings X up, and then whips him into the ropes. X holds onto the top rope as Alex goes for a leapfrog, and then charges, lifting Wilkie up and then spinning down into a spinebuster.

Fans: AAAAAHHH!!

Rentfro: Again, SMART WRESTLING by Project X.

X rises to his knees, quickly surveying the pain he has just wrought, and drops a headbutt into Wilkie's face before making a cover, hooking both legs. Sirus drops for the count, and Lazarus steps into the ring.
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2!

McDaniel: And Lazarus breaks it up by booting P-X in the head!

Sirus begins shouting at Corey to get back on the apron, to which Lazarus just holds up his arms, nodding his head. X gets behind Sirus to flip Corey off, prompting Alex to reach up and uppercut P-X low. X bends over as Lazarus steps back onto the apron, and Wilkie tags him in. Sirus slaps his hands to signify that he saw the tag, and Corey climbs up to the top as Wilkie gets on all four's behind P-X, who stands up straight.

McDaniel: And Corey with an Over Castle!

Lazarus jumps to his feet as Wilkie steps onto the apron, and drops to a knee, bowing to the crowd.

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

McDaniel: These fans are showing their appreciation for the Franchise of the PWA, and he's soaking it all in.

Rentfro: BUT HERE COMES RAIZZOR!

Raizzor boots Lazarus in the midsection, and then grabs him in a loose front facelock, lifting him up and then dropping his gut across the top rope. Corey gasps for air as Sirus yells at Raizzor, who stalks back to the apron, ignoring all of Sirus's calls. X gets to his feet and comes over to Lazarus, grabbing him by the head, and then hits him with a big forearm smash to the upper back, bringing Corey flipping back into the ring.

McDaniel: P-X back in control of the flow now as he brings Laz to his feet. A whip to the corner, and X charges in. Big back elbow!

Rentfro: Haha, watch Corey stumble out and fall on his face! I bet that he won't get another modeling job if X keeps this up.

On the apron, Wilkie shakes all of the cobwebs out, and watches as X brings the boots to Corey's midsection. Wilkie claps a few times, and then reaches out for the tag as Sirus warns him not to enter the ring.

McDaniel: X brings Corey to his corner, and tags in Raizzor.

Raizzor stares at X, who just steps out onto the apron as Raizzor comes in. He glares back at X as he grabs Corey in a half rear waistlock, and then nails a backdrop suplex that sends Corey rolling to the middle of the ring. Raizzor brings Corey back to his feet, and then nails a big right hand before sending him into the corner, following in closely with a running high knee to Laz's face.

Rentfro: Ha! Every time that Corey Lazarus gets hit in the mush, I laugh a little on the inside.

McDaniel: And the out. Raizzor keeps Corey in the corner, and just PUMMELS him with rights and lefts.

Rentfro: Raizzor is a big man with some of the most feared punches in the industry. With the way Laz is getting nailed with them right here and now, it's looking like he won't be of much more use here tonight, or even at RPM.

Corey suddenly ducks a big right, grabbing Raizzor's legs, and then lifts him up, dropping him face-first into the top turnbuckle, causing Raizzor to back up clutching his nose. Corey quickly nails a jumping uppercut, and then throws Raizzor into the corner, nailing him with a series of forearms, dropping him to a seat.

McDaniel: And Corey has the upper hand on the World champ! He runs over to his corner to tag in Wilkie...

Fans: GRADE A! GRADE A!

Wilkie and Lazarus both charge towards Raizzor in the corner, and nail simultaneous basement dropkicks to Raizzor's face.

Rentfro: Oh, come on! This is BLATANT cheating! How can Sirus let Wilkie and Laz do this, especially since Raizzor's a friend of his?!

Sirus gets in Corey's face as Laz steps back out onto the apron, and Corey points to Wilkie and Raizzor as Alex lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle.

Rentfro: Despite what I may think of him personally, Laz has the right idea here. He knows Sirus is easily distracted, so he's pointing out that the former Grizzly Beer champion and the current World champion are the legal men.

McDaniel: Wilkie goes up top with Raizzor...

Wilkie raises a fist to the crowd...

Wilkie: C'MON, BABAY!

...and then leaps up, wrapping his legs around Raizzor's head as he backflips.

McDaniel: Top rope hurricanrana, and Raizzor holds on!

Wilkie lands on his knees, and then jumps to his feet. He charges towards Raizzor, who blocks a right and then knocks Wilkie back with one of his own. Raizzor hops down from the top, and Wilkie turns around only to be scooped up onto Raizzor's shoulder.

Rentfro: And the World champ signals for the end!

Raizzor drags a thumb across his throat, and then pulls Alex down before dropping to a knee.

McDaniel: Tombstone Shoulderbreaker is reversed...!

Wilkie drops down behind the kneeling Raizzor before his shoulder can be smashed into the champ's knee, and then delivers a pair of forearms to the back of Raizzor's head before hitting the ropes. Wilkie goes to rebound, but Project X nails him in the lower back with a kick, causing him to stop in his tracks and hold his kidneys. Wilkie turns around and nails X with a big right hand, allowing Raizzor to come up behind him and lock on a rear waistlock.

McDaniel: Wilkie with a standing switch, Raizzor blocks the German with a pair of back elbows. Front facelock by Raizzor, vertical suplex and NO, Wilkie reverses it into a brainbuster!

Rentfro: And look at Phoenix on the outside. The single best wrestler in this entire match and he's not even getting involved. THAT is doing one's job as an outside enforcer.

Phoenix stalks over to the Wilkie/Lazarus corner, and pulls Gregory Price aside by the collar, shouting at him.

Phoenix: Hey, don't you even THINK about getting involved in this match!

Price: I was just talking strategy with my client! Is THAT against the rules?

Phoenix: Only when it's Lazarus. You're outta here!

Corey jumps down from the apron as Wilkie locks Raizzor in a rear-naked Choke, and Sirus goes over to the Laz/Wilkie corner to shout down at Corey.

McDaniel: And it looks like Phoenix may be abusing his power here by kicking Gregory Price out to the back!

Rentfro: Great move by Robinson there. Price has involved himself in way too many of Corey's matches over the years.

McDaniel: What are you TALKING about?

Noticing Sirus being distracted, X steps into the ring, and then drops a knee across the bridge of Wilkie's nose, breaking the hold. X begins stomping away on Wilkie's face before bringing him to his feet, locking him in a chokehold.

McDaniel: And Sirus should get his attention back in the game!

Corey turns to the ring while Price argues with Phoenix, and sees his partner being double-teamed by Raizzor and P-X. X brings Wilkie to his feet, and nails a vicious knife-edge across his chest, the slap echoing throughout the arena. Raizzor pushes his hair out of his face, and then shoves X away. He nails Wilkie with his own knife-edge, prompting X to retaliate with another one of his own to the former Grizzly Beer champion.

Rentfro: It looks like Project X and Raizzor are trying to out-do one another with Wilkie's chest being the punching bag!

McDaniel: Or chopping bag in, in this case.

Raizzor nails another knife-edge, and Corey has had enough, slapping Phoenix in the face before sliding into the ring. Phoenix rubs his cheek, and then decks Price in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. Lazarus springboards off of the top rope, looking for a dropkick to both Raizzor and X, but they both step out of the way as Corey falls to the mat. Raizzor drops a leg across Corey's throat as Sirus turns his attention back to the ring, Phoenix stomping on Price on the outside. X shoves Raizzor away as he stands up, and then drops a leg of his own across Corey's throat.

McDaniel: And now they're trading leg drops to Corey's throat!

Raizzor shoves Project X away, and X shoves him back.

Rentfro: Uh-oh...it looks like the tension could be boiling over...!

Wilkie pulls himself up to his feet with the ropes, and then charges, nailing Project X in the back of the head with a diving clothesline, causing X to fall into Raizzor, headbutting him in the forehead in the process. Wilkie gets up, slapping his own chest, and then brings X to his, pummelling him with forearms and toe kicks.

McDaniel: And Wilkie has snapped!

Wilkie locks X in a front facelock, draping his arm over his shoulder, and then lifts him up high. Wilkie's legs start to give out, but Lazarus gets to his feet, and then helps Wilkie hold X up straight. Alex nods, and Corey releases as Wilkie drops X to the mat with a powerslam variation.

McDaniel: Jackhammer by Alex Wilkie! He hits the ropes...!

Wilkie comes off the middle rope with a moonsault across X's torso as Raizzor slides in.

Rentfro: A+sault from Alex Wilkie...and Raizzor sends him out with a big boot!

Lazarus kicks Raizzor in the back of the knee, hobbling him down, and then delivers a series of mid-level roundhouse kicks to his chest. Corey hits the ropes, and comes back with a huge, stiff enziguri to Raizzor's head.

McDaniel: END CREDITS!

Raizzor slumps down into the corner, his eyes glazed over, and Corey holds his arms out to his sides, turning around as the crowd cheers. X stumbles to his feet behind Corey, Sirus just relaxing in a corner, and then holds his hand out. Lazarus turns around, and X nails him with a vicious chokeslam.

Rentfro: COREY LAZARUS JUST GOT PROBED!

X drops down for a cover, and Sirus shrugs, dropping down.

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2!

McDaniel: Wilkie breaks it up!

Wilkie measures X as he rises, and then lets loose with a superkick that catches him square in the jaw.

Rentfro: No! Superkick to Project X! You better kick out, X!

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2!

Raizzor grabs Wilkie by his hair, bringing him to his feet and breaking up the pinfall. He turns Wilkie towards him, and then places his head between his thighs, whipping him up over his shoulder into a Gory Guerrero Special. Raizzor releases Wilkie's arm, grabbing his jaw, and then drops to a seated position, driving his shoulder into the back of Wilkie's neck.

McDaniel: FINAL EXAM TO ALEX WILKIE!

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Corey stumbles to his knees and dives forward, breaking up the pinfall. Raizzor slaps the mat, grabbing Corey by his hair, and brings him up. Raizzor slaps Lazarus across the face, and Corey replies with a kick to his knee. Raizzor releases Corey's hair, and Lazarus nails him with a roundhouse kick to the ribs, followed by a rising knee and a downward elbow thrust to the top of Raizzor's head. Raizzor falls to a seated position, dazed, and Corey drops to a knee, shaking out the cobwebs.

Rentfro: And Corey hits Raizzor with Combo #5 out of desperation...AND HERE COMES X AGAIN!

Corey catches X with a boot to the midsection, and then hits the ropes. X drops to a knee as Corey dives for a forearm, and then stands up quick, catching Corey in mid-dive with a Bossman Slam that shakes the ring upon impact.

Rentfro: HAHA! CROP CIRCLE TO COREY LAZARUS! I TOLD you that crop circles were real!

McDaniel: Well, I never denied THAT...

X, shaken by the quick impacts of the match thus far, stands up, visibly shaken, and Wilkie gets to his feet behind him. X turns around and Wilkie picks him up in a fireman's carry, one hand around X's head.

McDaniel: And he's going for it...!

Suddenly Raizzor is there with the big boot, right into Wilkie’s face and he falls backwards, taking X with him and both crash painfully!  Raizzor spins, and as Lazarus uses the ropes to pull himself up, Raizzor runs and spears Lazarus through the ropes and both men crash to the floor outside!

Rentfro: Raizzor made the save, and now has taken Lazarus out of the picture!

McDaniel: This means it comes to whomever can get up first!!

Project X, dazed from crashing down, rises up and pulls Wilkie to his feet.  With one arm raised, he calls for the Probe and locks it into position!  At this point, Sirus is trying to break up Raizzor and Lazarus, and this allows Phoenix to slide in! He comes up behind Project X, pulls him around and hits The Flame!

McDaniel: Now that was uncalled for!! Phoenix has no business being in the ring!

Rentfro: Looks like he’s enforcing his OWN set of rules now!!

Phoenix rolls out of the ring before Sirus notices, and Wilkie stumbles up, coughing and he sees Project X down and out.  Unsure as to how, but not taking anything for granted, Wilkie hits the ropes and executes the A+ssault, hooking the leg! Sirus is in position, and makes the count.

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3!

Rentfro: Wilkie gets the three!

McDaniel: Retribution for last week’s loss!! 

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, Corey Lazarus and Alex Wilkie!!

Raizzor throws Lazarus back into the ring, looking none too pleased, and backs away from the ring. Wilkie is up, celebrating, but doesn’t pay attention as Lazarus hits the End Credits on him, and he goes flying from the ring! 

Rentfro: Heh, no more team work!!

McDaniel: Knocks his own partner out, as an example to what he’ll do at RPM!

Lazarus dusts his hands off, but Phoenix comes back into the ring, and showing no favoritism, hits another Flame on Lazarus, getting a small measure of revenge! 

Rentfro: And now Phoenix has his say!

McDaniel: I bet he’s been itching to do that to Lazarus for a month!

Fed up with the commotion, Sirus comes in, and hits the Wrong Hand of Doom on Phoenix, and he falls to the outside, along with everyone else. 

Rentfro: Now what was that all about!?

McDaniel: I guess Sirus finally had enough of all the cheating and backstabbing and tried to put an end to it!

Sirus nods his head once, having delivered justice, but Project X is back up and nails the Probe, crashing Sirus down to the canvas, and eliciting an arena full of boos! 

Rentfro: Except he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings!  Bad bad Sirus!

McDaniel: And Project X took full advantage, just as he always does!

Project X admires his handiwork, but the change in the crowd’s demeanor forces him to turn, only to get a big boot from Raizzor! Project X quickly rolls to the outside, landing on his feet and glaring up into the ring at the Soul-Taker!

Rentfro: Now’s not the time to go one on one with Raizzor yet again!

McDaniel: And look at who’s left standing in the ring… could this be a sign!?

Rentfro: Yeah, a sign we’re going out of business! Someone better take that title off Raizzor come RPM!

Raizzor grabs his world title from the time keeper, who holds it up between the ropes and he looks at everyone outside of the ring, all of them hungry to have his spot, and he holds the title up to the roar of the crowd, and he lifts his other hand, and motions with his pointer finger for any and all of them to come and get it!

McDaniel: It looks like he’s ready to go right now!

Rentfro: Not the wisest move, but one never considered Raizzor a thinking man!

McDaniel: Oh will you stop it!? Everyone, we’re just one week away from the PWA’s biggest most exciting PPV to date!  We’ll see you in Dublin in just seven short days for night one of Revolutions Per Minute! Good night all!!

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