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.
Please, can we get a word with you and Fire over what happened last
week, and what all this means!?
rolls his eyes, breaking away from Fire and turning full on Adams.
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!
swallows, but he holds his ground. Perhaps all that time with P-X is finally
starting to give him a back bone!?
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!?
of looking pissed, Chamelion actually shares a smile with Bud.
You really wanna know? Does the whole world REALLY want to know why I did what
Why Fire is now my ‘main squeeze’?
brings Fire into an embrace to illustrate the point, and his smile fades as he
looks darkly at Adams.
Fine, here’s the quick pamphlet version for all the attention deficit
Sandra walked out of the PWA months ago, upset at the treatment she was
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!
pauses, but doesn’t give Adams time to comment.
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?
turns and smiles warmly at her.
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.
boos can be heard from inside! 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!?
What? What do you mean!? I’ve never…
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!?
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!
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.
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!
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.
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.
Six Man Tag Match
Nightmare, Deacon Frost, & Vicious vs. Matthew Engel, Riona Langly, and Circa
### 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.
thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###
Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little bounce.
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###
Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd. The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.
### Save yourself a
penny for the
### 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...
mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural...equilibrium..
with their surrounding environment, but you humans do not.
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.
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.
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##
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!!!
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.
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
McDaniel: She’s the
hussy that broke up a marriage, no respect here!
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
McDaniel: I don’t like
the looks of this.
have just been informed by the President and Owner of the PWA, that this match
is now a no disqualification match!
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!
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...
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!
McDaniel: Come on!
Rentfro: Need I remind you it's no disqualification?
hooks the leg during the impact and the referee counts.
McDaniel: Good job Kyle!
Rentfro: What a slow count...
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.
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.
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.
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!
Rentfro: Kyle is irritating.
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
McDaniel: Now even you can agree that was bush league, Brian.
Rentfro: No... I won't. I like my job, Jon.
orders Emerson to make the call.
winner of the match, and STILL PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION….FIRE!!!
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.
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.
grabs the mic from Emerson.
Chamelion: Won’t stand
for it? You haven’t forgotten that
I am the boss here, remember?
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!
and Fire scowl, but Chamelion adds.
Chamelion: Fine, but
it’s going to be no disqualification again!
BoXeR: Agreed, and
since we’re playing the one-up game here, let me add that you, Mark, will be
banned from ringside!
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.
BoXeR: ...GOT IT?!?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
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...!
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
Rentfro: Raizzor made the save, and now has
taken Lazarus out of the picture!
McDaniel: This means it comes to whomever can get
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!!
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
Rentfro: Wilkie gets the three!
McDaniel: Retribution for last week’s loss!!
of the match, Corey Lazarus and Alex Wilkie!!
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!
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!
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!
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
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!
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!
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
McDaniel: It looks like he’s ready to go right
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!!