"Ego Trip" 
June 20th, 2008
Live on from the Energy Solutions Arena - Salt Lake City, Utah

Pyros explode to signal the beginning of another episode of Rampage.  A jam packed crowd of excited fans fill the Energy Solutions Arena, as they await the first match of the night.  After the entrances of McDaniel and Rentfro to their announcers table at ringside, and the singing of the National Anthem, the show indeed gets under way with a huge contest.

DING! DING! DING!

The Grim Reaper vs. Alex Wilkie

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall!!”

Deep, booming thunder rumbles through the speakers in the arena, seeming to vibrate every inch of the building. Fog begins to flow from under the ring, lightening crackles flashing through the building. The soft sounds of chanting are now heard along with the rumbling thunder and occasional flashes of lightning. Each ring post holds an ancient lit torch, the flames doing little to disperse the thickening fog. the fog rolls off into the arena, enveloping the crowd. The dense fog lightens slowly to reveal the silhouette of a man standing in the middle of the ring. The thunder still rumbles and lightning occasionally flashes, suddenly a streak of lightning races down to the ring, barely missing the standing figure. The fog is dispersed and Grim Reaper is standing in the middle of the ring wearing his hooded black robe and carrying his signature sickle.

Eric Emerson: "From the Depths of Hell, standing at 6 feet 5 inches, weighing in at 245 pounds... Grim Reaper."

Grim Reaper removes his robe and places his sickle in the hands of a ringside technician, the fog has nearly lifted completely.

The crowd goes silent for a moment... around the arena everyone is buzzing... then over the speakers comes the voice of Zack De La Rocha from Rage against the Machine (lead singer)...

Zack: Mic check!...1... 1...2...Come wit it now!!!

Bulls on parade explodes onto the speaker, with Tom Morrello wailing on his guitar!

Zack: COME WIT IT NOW!! Bulls on parade!

The Song jumps to Tom Morrello's Scatch solo where he plays his Guitar like a DJ Scratch board... for a moment, the song stops... then Zack comes back on!

Zack: COME WIT IT NOW!!

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op

The song bursts into full Chorus, Zack laying down some mad anti-political/War rhymes

Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse

Then from behind the Curtain comes Alex Wilkie, decked out in a red leather vest. With A+ plus written across the back, he pulls off his Shades and tosses them out into the crowd as he walks down the ramp. For a moment, he stops in the middle,

Eric Emerson: Ladies And gentlemen, hailing from Seattle Washington ... Weighing in at 250lbs... He is...GRADE A..ALEX! WIIIIIIILKIEEEEEEE!!!!

he turns his back around and lets the vest fall down to the ground, he brings his Arms up and flexes them, White pyro explodes from the stage, Alex turns back around, then rolls under the bottom rope, he hops up, and just grins to his opponent he turns around and hops up to the nearest turnbuckle, he brings his hands up in the Devil horn salute, then hops down, doing a quick neck stretch as his music fades away.

DING DING DING!!!

Grim and Alex lock up in the middle of the ring, Grim gains the early advantage when he hits Alex directly in the jaw with a hard elbow. He pulls Alex into a quick DDT then with a swift move he moves to lock in a tight arm bar.

McDaniel: Grim gets the early draw. Maybe he can capitalize and keep the pressure on Alex.

Rentfro: We all know Alex, he can get out of something like this, easy!

Alex tries to power out of the arm bar but fails and results to a rough rope break, however Grim holds it for almost the entire five count, only to let go after the ref counts to four! Alex pulls his arm back and holds it close. Grim backs up and Alex gets up to his feet swiftly, he shakes his arm a bit then goes to lock up with Grim again in the middle, this time when Grim goes for another elbow shot, Alex ducks then turns behind grim and pulls him into a headlock!

McDaniel: Some technical work from Alex here tonight, probably trying to take down Grim easy without having to break something.

Rentfro: Why! We'd all love to see blood!

Grim hikes Alex up and flops down to his back to try and get Alex off of his! Alex keeps the headlock after yelping out in pain as Grim drops all of his weight on him. Grim picks himself up and then drops back down onto Alex again, this time he lets go and The Grim Reaper rolls away, he holds his throat and looks up to Alex as he picks himself up.

Rentfro: Uh-oh...

McDaniel: Grim Sees red, this can't be good for Alex!

Grim charges at Alex to try and take him down, but Alex ducks and as soon as Grim is just above him, he pushes up and flips Grim up and over the ropes to the ground below... the crowd ooo's as Alex looks at grims crumbled body on the ground.

McDaniel: What is he- oh no!!

Rentfro: Don't do it!!

Alex leaps over the ropes, but not to the ground, onto the apron instead- except he hops to the second rope then spring boards off in sort of a modified A+ssault! (Lionsault) and lands roughly ontop of grim reaper!!

Rentfro: Whoa!! Did you see that?!

McDaniel: I sure did! Alex is one crazy son of a bitch!

Rentfro: I wouldn't say crazy, but he's damn gutsy!!

the ref begins to count both men out.

1!

Nothing stirs, not even a mouse

2!

Again, nothing. The crowd begins to chant for their favorite.

3!!

Grim begins to stir a bit, he turns over and pushes Alex off of him.

4!!

Alex looks up and tries to pull himself to his feet from the barricade.

5!!

Grim crawls over to the ring apron... Alex is now to his feet.

6!!

Grim pulls himself up, and Alex rushes over to the other side of the ring to slip in!

7!!

Grim pulls himself in and before he can get up, Alex is already on the attack, he pulls him in and up to his feet, and then puts him right back down with a hard bulldog!!

Rentfro: Both men are in the ring now!!

McDaniel: And Alex is back and ready for business!

Alex flips Grim over onto his back and goes to for his Figure four leg lock - But as Alex goes to lock it in, Grim reaches up and pulls him into a rough cradle!!

Rentfro: Whoa! Grim was playing possum!!

McDaniel: And now he's got Alex in a pin!

1!

2!

Alex rolls over however and gets Grim in the position for the pin!!

1!

2!!

3!!

DING DING DING!!

Rentfro: Sharp reversal by Wilkie! Grim never saw it coming!

McDaniel: Reaper's pissed!  He's not been having much luck here recently!

Rentfro: Well, it doesn't help that he tries to take on more then his fair share all at the same time! In the middle of a feud with Chamelion, he starts crap with Phoenix, and then tries to one up Wilkie here.  He's got to put himself on track!

McDaniel: One thing's for sure, if Reaper's going to go places, he's going to have to concentrate a lot harder!!

Alex rolls out of the pin and out of the ring, he already begins his march up the ramp as Grim tries to figure out what's going on. Alex points and laughs as Grim goes to leave the ring to chase after him! But Alex already vanishes behind the curtain and Grim growls in displeasure.  Next, We go backstage to a hallway of locker rooms. Two particular men are standing outside a doorway, talking to each other. Recently crowned Intercontinental Champion, Matthew Engel, is conversing with his brother, the Commissioner Joe BOXeR. The camera gets in closer, catching their conversation.

Matthew Engel:
"What am I going to do about Alex, Joe?"

Joe BoXeR: "There's nothing you can do right now. You've taken all the measures you can to make sure nothing happens. He has no idea where they are."

Matthew Engel: "I swear, Joe, if he comes near us, our family... I'll kill him. I won't even hesitate."

Joe BoXeR: "You got lucky with him; don't think your luck will suffice with Alex."

Matthew looks across Joe's shoulder for a moment to see Nightmare. Nightmare walks up to Matt and Joe. Joe has a pleasant look, while Matt's is distasteful.

Nightmare: "Commish."

Joe BoXeR: "Evening, Jon. Are you ready for your match tonight?"

Nightmare: "Ryan and I will put on a great show, Joe. Don't worry."

Joe BoXeR: "Good to hear."

Matthew and Nightmare share some unpleasant looks.

Nightmare: "Can you give us a minute, Joe?"

Joe BoXeR: "Play nice."

Matthew lets out a sarcastic laugh as Joe makes his way down the hallway.

Nightmare: "Where's the Intercontinental Title, Matthew?"

Matthew Engel: "I don't go around parading that I'm second best, Jonathan. Or is it Orochi?"

Nightmare smirks.

Nightmare: "I thought you knew, honestly. I thought Darren would have filled you in, but it seems he doesn't trust you with everything."

Matthew stands upright, getting agitated.

Matthew Engel: "We'll see about that. Don't worry, Jon, my title is in a safe place. Besides, I won't be second best for long -- not with McNasty as our esteemed World Champion. I'm better than him, and I'll show everyone that tonight."

Matthew turns his back and begins to walk away. But, he turns his head for a quick moment.

Matthew Engel: "Oh... good luck tonight."

Nightmare has a wicked smile on his face as we cut back to the ring.


Nightmare vs. The Kumquat Kid

Eric Emerson: The following match is to a single pinfall or submission with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing, first... hailing from Dade City , Florida ... he is Ryan Lewis... THE KUMQUAT KID!!!

On the video screen, a floating kumquat is seen on a lime green backdrop. Suddenly the eyes and the mouth of one Ryan Lewis emerges as he yells in a shrill voice, mouth wide open.

"HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

Orange pyros explode as "Look At Me, I'm A Winner" by The Aquabats blares, Ryan emerging from the back, looking side to side with wide eyes and a cheesy smile. Dunk is behind him and as Ryan slaps hands with fans, he tosses kumquats into the crowd. Ryan leaps over the ropes into the ring and scales a turnbuckle, yelling "VIVA LA KUMQUAT" before doing a moonsault and landing on his feet, ripping off his green windpants, revealing his shimmering lime green trunks. He bounces in his corner as his music dies down.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, his opponent... standing at 6'9" and weighting in at 280 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the air as "The Great American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie begins to play as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and cropped halter tops rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the music. The arena lights begin to strobe in synchronicity to the music as the opening guitar riff hits its crescendo, the huge monitors flashing in counterpoint.

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

Spotlights pan through the stadium, scanning through the air. Suddenly the entrance explodes with a spike of red pyros as the monitors begin showing highlights from Nightmare's previous matches. Icons and champions go down to his kicks and strikes. Superstars and legends tap out to his submission holds. One after another faces famous, infamous, and unknown are shown, each being driven into the canvas headfirst. The footage then burns away to a single word suspended in darkness: NIGHTMARE. It then shatters, the monitor going black.

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. 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. 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.

Once at ringside Nightmare springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over the top. 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. Nightmare takes his place in his corner to await the beginning of the match as Akira and Dhamballa take their stations outside the ring.

Referee Cole Tate calls for the bell to begin the match, and the two men step into the center of the ring, shaking hands in a display of friendship and respect. They lock up and Ryan Lewis whips Nightmare into the ropes. Jonathon Wehali charges back with a clothesline, but KK drops to the mat and Wehali passes by over him. Jon bounces back off the ropes, only to have Lewis leapfrog over him this time. Nightmare holds onto the ropes this time, and, as Ryan drops to the mat, Jonathon drops an elbow onto the Kumquat Kid. Both men hop to their feet, and Ryan Lewis connects with an enzuigiri, sending Jonathon Wehali stumbling back into the corner. KK runs in with a missile dropkick. Lewis rolls back to his feet, firing a spinning heel kick at Wehali, but Jonathon catches his leg to execute a leg-capture suplex.

Nightmare whips the Kumquat Kid into the ropes. Lewis flies off the ropes with a flying head scissors takedown, flipping back to his feet. KK dashes in with a running reverse elbow to Jonathon Wehali, but Wehali ducks the arm, reversing the move into a Sambo suplex. Jon applies a cravat, pulling back on Ryan's head. KK fights his way back to his feet, whereupon he nails Nightmare with a jawbreaker. As Wehali drops to one knee, the Kumquat Kid hits the ropes, coming off with a springboard flipping neck breaker. Ryan Lewis executes a standing moon Sault upon Nightmare and goes for the pinfall.

McDaniel: A fairly fast-paced match here tonight.

Rentfro: Not a whole lot of aggression on either man's part though, despite some good moves.

Jonathon Wehali kicks out with authority before the count of one. The Kumquat Kid runs into the corner, leaping onto the top rope before flying off with a 450 splash. Once again he goes for the pin, but Wehali pops his shoulder up. Ryan Lewis pulls Nightmare into the corner, placing him in a tree of woe. Lewis backs up.

Kumquat Kid: VIVA LA KUMQUAT!

Ryan races forwards and performs a missile dropkick. Wehali proves to have scouted out this move, though, as he manages to sit up and avoid getting hit. KK gets his legs tangled in the corner ropes while Jonathon untangles his feet from the turnbuckles. Nightmare whips Lewis into the ropes and plants him with the lanzarse spike. He covers for the pin.

One...

Two...

The Kumquat Kid manages to get his foot into the ropes for the break. Jonathon Wehali backs away, allowing Ryan to get his feet. As Lewis steps into the center of the ring he is taken down by a ranhei from Jonathon. Wehali steps back then runs in with a shining chang kick to the rising Kumquat Kid's head. Nightmare goes for the pin once more.

One...

Two...

KK kicks out at the two count. Jonathon Wehali whips Ryan Lewis into the ropes, firing a leaping reverse roundhouse kick towards his head. Lewis slides under Wehali, however, and goes for a small package.

One...

Two...

Nightmare reverses the pin!

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match... NIGHTMARE!!!!

McDaniel: An impressive win for Nightmare here tonight.

Rentfro: And as promised the two shake hands. A real class act here tonight.

**The scene went backstage to a shot of Alex with his back to the camera, he turns around and there is a cell phone to his ear.

For a moment there is silence, then we hear the sound of fire.

Fire: “Hi, you've got my answering machine, leave your message name and number after the tone.”

BEEP

Alex: “Fire, Its Alex, we need to talk, call me back.”

He looks to the camera then turns his phone off.

Alex: “What?”

He walks away.**

#1 Contendership for the TV title
The Phoenix vs. Chamelion

Rentfro: Coming up next folks, it’s a battle of babble!

McDaniel: Chamelion Vs Rob Robinson. I truly doubt anyone could like the sound of their own voice more than these two.

Eric Emerson: The following match is for one fall. The winner will be named the number one contender to the PWA TV title!

The lights dim… and the music of Puff Daddy’s “Come with Me” hits the Big Screen. Strobe lights begin flickering through out the arena… and from the backstage steps Chamelion. He stands in profile to us, head low and his hair covering his face…. As the music picks up… the lyrics begin…

Hear my cries - Hear my calls
Lend me your ears - See my falls
See my error - Know my faults
Time halts - See my loss

Chamelion turns to face us and walks purposely down the ramp as the song continues.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, he is CHAMELION!

Know I'm lacking - Back tracking
Where I met you - Pistol packing
Itchy finger - Trigger-happy
Try to trap me - Bad rap

He stops at the bottom and looks up into the ring and stares into it. Chamelion turns and walks to the steel steps and climbs them.

Wire tap me - Back stab me
Break the faith - Fall from grace
Tell me lies - Time flies
Close your eyes - Come with me.

He then stands there, outside the ring and raises his fists to the sky. Pyros explode in the rafters as Chamelion walks the apron to the middle and steps through the ropes. He heads straight to the other side and climbs the turnbuckles and again raises his fists and the crowd responds loudly. Jumping down, Chamelion shoots straight kitty corner and repeats his playing to the crowd. Back on the canvas, Chamelion turns, faces the entrance and smiles wickedly… his music fading and the roar of the crowd taking over.

Rentfro: Chamelion being reduced to a contenders match for the TV title by his brother. That’s showing the love.

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red Pyros flare from the ring posts.

Eric Emerson-And introducing next, his opponent, he is The Phoenix!

The Phoenix the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.

While Phoenix is having his harness undone, we flash over to Rentfro and McDaniel.

McDaniel: The Phoenix has been on a bit of a downward spiral lately. It would certainly reignite his spark if he beat Chamelion.

In the ring, Phoenix and Chamelion stand across from each other. The bell rings, and they run for each other. Chamelion goes for a strong grapple, but Phoenix ducks under. Chamelion stops on a dime and turns to see Phoenix goes for a strong mule kick to the head. Chamelion throws his upper half back, and then grabs for Phoenix ’s foot. Chamelion manages to duck and grabs, and Phoenix has to hop on his one foot to keep balance.

McDaniel: Backwards enziguri!

Rentfro: Nope.

Chamelion again ducks, and Phoenix ’s leg misses. Chamelion goes for a Dragon Screw Leg Whip, but Phoenix jumps with his good leg, and stomps down towards Chamelion. Chamelion bails on the rest of the move, releasing Phoenix ’s leg to get out of the way. Chamelion begins rolling away as Phoenix runs towards him and drops and elbow. Chamelion rotates 90 degrees though, and rolls out of the way. Both men then pop back to their feet. The crowd is eating this up; but they won’t even pause to let the crowd cheer for them. Chamelion darts towards Phoenix and grabs his arm. He sends Phoenix to the ropes, and when Phoenix comes back, he finally connects with a step-up enziguri.

Rentfro: And the crowd is going nuts.

The sound of the top of Phoenix ’s foot connecting with the side of Chamelion’s face echoes through the arena. Chamelion spins 360 degrees before he stops and stumbles a little from side to side. Phoenix wastes no time with a harsh clothesline. We see Chamelion’s feet actually go up in the air as the two men hit the ground. Phoenix puts himself on top of Chamelion’s legs and pushes down.

McDaniel: Chamelion’s getting compressed.

The ref counts.

1

2

Kick out!

Chamelion shoves so hard that Phoenix stumbles back a few feet and falls on his ass. Phoenix looks a little surprised; but jumps back up. He darts back for Chamelion, but Chamelion maneuvers away, and catches Phoenix in a surprise drop toe hold. The side of Phoenix ’s face slams into the mat.

Rentfro: And Phoenix just looks like he’s pissed he let himself get suckered into that one.

Phoenix ’s eyes get wide as he is dragged away backwards. We flash to the side of the ring to see Chamelion pulling Phoenix . Phoenix rolls onto his back as Chamelion attempts the sharpshooter.

McDaniel: Going for the end early.

Chamelion steps over Phoenix ’s leg, but Phoenix puts up his other leg and kicks Chamelion away. We see a quick smile on Phoenix ’s face; but it disappears quickly.

Rentfro: And Chamelion uses that set back to set up a rolling thunder!

Chamelion bounces off the ropes, and connects with a harsh rolling thunder. The crowd “OHHHH”s as he slams down on top of Phoenix . Chamelion stays on his back, and hooks one of Phoenix ’s flailing legs.

1

2

Kick out!

Phoenix shoves Chamelion off him. Both are quick in getting to their feet, but Chamelion goes for the first strike. Chamelion throws a hard punch, but Phoenix throws up an arm to knock Chamelion’s arm away. Phoenix quickly head butts Cham, and as Chamelion is dazed, Phoenix bends, and pulls Chamelion’s legs out from under him. Phoenix keeps Cham’s legs hooked under his arms, as he looks out to the crowd with a smile.

McDaniel: Potential catapult here.

Phoenix finally falls back to the ground, and Chamelion flies up. BUT, instead of letting go, Phoenix holds on.

Rentfro: And Chamelion slams face first into the mat.

McDaniel: Hard.

The crowd again groans as Chamelion lays face down on the mat. Phoenix sits up and looks quite pleased with himself. He takes a second to pat himself on the back; before standing and heading for the corner. Phoenix braces himself with the top rope, then leaps onto the top turnbuckle. He spins around, and stands on the top turnbuckle; holding his arms out.

Rentfro: The Phoenix is about to fly!

As Phoenix leaps off the top rope for the Ashes, camera flashes can be seen in abundance. However, Chamelion finally rolls over, and sticks both legs up straight towards Phoenix . Both feet connects with the jaw of Phoenix , and he ricochets backwards. Phoenix lands flat on the mat, and begins rolling; holding his mouth.

McDaniel: Flat out crash and burn.

Chamelion takes his time getting up as Phoenix finally stops rolling and flailing. Phoenix is on his stomach with his face buried in his hands.

McDaniel: Chamelion could have dislocated Phoenix ’s jaw there.

Rentfro: Just another reason for Raizzor to listen to the great ideas from PWA radio and invest in more health care for the wrestlers.

Chamelion picks Phoenix up, and gives him a quick, hard knee to the gut. With Phoenix bent over, Chamelion hit’s a DDT. With Phoenix on his back, Chamelion smirks.

McDaniel: And now Chamelion wants to show off. Because we all know that worked so well for Phoenix .

Chamelion pulls off his elbow pad, before running to the ropes. He jumps up, and nails the summersault off the middle rope.

McDaniel: FINAL TOUCH!

Chamelion pins.

1


2


KICK OUT!

Chamelion is stunned. He looks determined though, and quickly drags Phoenix up. Chamelion quickly grabs Phoenix for the Rupture. Phoenix retaliates with three quick elbows to the side of the head, before a knee lift to the gut. With Cham bent over, Phoenix pulls him in for the Flame.

Rentfro: BURN BITCH.

Phoenix lifts for the flame, but Chamelion doesn’t budge. Chamelion lifts up, and shoves Phoenix up and over. Phoenix pops back up the his feet as if on reflex, and Chamelion meets his dead on with the Sweet Sound of Success. Phoenix ’s head snaps back, almost at a 90 degree angle; before Phoenix falls to the mat, stiff as a board. Chamelion dives and rolls his weight onto Phoenix ’s upper body as he holds one of Phoenix ’s legs up.

1

2

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and number one contender to the TV title, CHAMELION!

Chamelion stands in the middle of the ring, he looks around for a moment, then over the PA speakers blares “Bulls on Parade” by Rage against the machine, Alex Wilkies entrance music. Chamelion looks stunned as he stares up at the stage. But, no one comes out... the music stops... And we see Chamelion laughing, as if it was his joke, his little ruse to get the people worked up.

McDaniel: Just like Chamelion to make everyone think that one of our favorite superstars is going to come out, then he just laughs about it. Like it was a huge joke!

Rentfro: Well it was, and a pretty good one. Would you actually think Wilkie man enough to capitalize on what he did at Retribution.

McDaniel goes to answer.

Rentfro: Of course not!

Chamelion goes to leave the ring, then the music hits again... this time Chamelion stops dead in his tracks... he goes back into the ring... and backs up right into Alex Wilkie...

Rentfro: Or... I could be wrong....

Chamelion turns slowly and Alex just grins. He tosses Chamelion into the ropes only for him to come back into a hard clothesline... Alex backs up as Chamelion gets up... He moves in behind him and stalks like a vulture.

McDaniel: Look out Chamelion!!

Chamelion turns around again and Alex kicks him right in the gut and delivers a hard “Grade A Stunner” laying Chamelion flat out in the middle of the ring! Alex grabs a microphone and lets all the crowds cheer fill him up before he speaks.

Alex: “Chamelion, I know your probably slipping in and out of consciousness right now... so I'll make this quick... You and me...A farewell to arms... Street fight...”

He drops the microphone on Chamelions chest and walks out of the ring. “Bulls on Parade” Hits the PA speakers as he walks up the ramp. At this point, Phoenix finally comes to.

McDaniel: Well folks, that was quite hectic.

Rentfro: It isn’t over yet.

Phoenix has a mic, and stares down as Chamelion rolls out of the ring, and leans against the guard rail to collect his thoughts.

McDaniel: Aw hell.

Phoenix:  You know what, I'm sick and tired of dicking around here. To think that Raizzor had the nerve to try and get me to chase the fricking Television title! Let me tell you all something, there's only one belt that I'm interested in and right now Mark McNasty is wearing it. Maybe the smarter fans at home have even noticed that. I half-assed my match against Vicious rather than sully my waist with the Grizzly Beer title and tonight I did the same with Chamelion to distance myself from the stench of the TV title.

[As Phoenix paces around the ring, Chamelion non-chalantly extends the middle finger. Phoenix doesn't give him a second glance.]

Phoenix:  I said on PWA Radio that I'm willing to put my career on the line, I'm so confident that I can beat Mark McNasty. I'm not going back on that now. So Raizzor, make the goddamn match already. Mark McNasty vs the Phoenix , World title vs career, no DQ, no count out, there MUST be a winner! That's it, that's all I've got to say. Either make the damn match or give me my walking papers.

[The crowd starts to cheer at this news and Chamelion golf claps.]

Phoenix: Oh, please. Raizzor knows that the Phoenix brings in the cash, even if he doesn't like to admit it. Call this...a calculated risk.

Phoenix drops the mic; evil smirk on his face and jumps out of the ring in front of Chamelion.  The two stare each other down, but Phoenix is still a little dazed from the sweet sound of success though, and doesn’t seem to notice the eerie fog coming from under the ring. Phoenix, tired, opts to not get into it with Chamelion and begins to walk away, but only takes one step. He jerks with his other leg, but it doesn’t budge. We hear a yelp of surprise as Phoenix looks down, only to see a long slender fingered hand around Phoenix’s ankle. Phoenix looks up at Chamelion, lets out a sigh, and then mouths “Aw Hell”, before having his legs pulls out from under him.  As Phoenix gets dragged under the ring by what appears to be the Grim Reaper, Chamelion watches Phoenix get dragged under.  After a moment, he bends down, peers under and he stares for a moment.  Standing back up, Chamelion shrugs his shoulders and walks quietly up the ramp.

McDaniel: Oh Man! I think that was Reaper!!  

Rentfro: First Wilkie makes a challenge, then Phoenix, and now I think Reaper has something to say about things!  This is getting way out of hand!!!  

McDaniel: We'd better get to the next match before someone ELSE comes out to make a challenge!!

PWA Television Championship
Psycho Sandra © vs. Circa  

McDaniel: Our next match here has some interesting connotations to it.  

Rentfro: Indeed, for those who don’t recall, Circa and Sandra met months ago in a classic match up that saw Circa come out the winner and it was Sandra’s final match in the PWA.  

McDaniel: Speculation arose as to where Sandra disappeared too, but we’ve seen recent events answer those questions.  

Rentfro: And now Sandra, fresh off her title victory at Retribution, finds herself in the position of not only hoping to rectify the matter with her earlier loss to Circa, but to defend the PWA TV title successfully.  

McDaniel: Well, that’s not all.  Should Sandra win, her next defense will be against her husband, Chamelion.  While they seem to be back on the same page, one has to wonder if perhaps Sandra is itching for a legit reason to take out some of her frustrations on what Chamelion did to her, over the last few months.  

Rentfro: Hey, he was blackmailed into it!  

McDaniel: Whether by choice or by force, I am not sure Sandra will let that decide her actions next week, if she winds up defending against Chamelion!  

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

Rentfro: Circa seems very confident, coming off a strong win against Alex Wilkie.  

McDaniel: Circa has an impressive record here in the PWA, coupled with her undefeated streak in the BWF, she is a force to contend with!  

The stadium lights go out for a moment, allowing the crowd to talk amongst themselves. After a moment, a few sparks erupt near the top of the ramp. The continue to grow in size until it looks like an accidental electrical fire has gone off, and finally...

BAM!!!

An explosion sounds off throughout the entire stadium! A heavy guitar intro plays through the speakers, and the televisions begin to display motorcycles, beer, cigars, and finally...

Buried deep inside; and fighting to survive!
My own dying breath is anticipating death!! 


Sandra, with the PWA TV title around her waist,  runs down the ramp. She's wearing a pair of black leather shorts, a leather halter top, knee-high boots covered in thick buckles, and fishnet pantyhose. Her hair is done up into two curly pigtails, and there is a heavy looking crowbar in her hands.

Decompose! A corpse; to feed the crows!
Out of sight and mind! They buried me.. they buried me alive!! 


Sandra is stopped by the referee, who makes her put the crowbar on the announcer's table. She finally agrees and runs back into the ring, rotating her shoulders and neck in between waving to the crowd as her song dies down.  The ref then takes her PWA TV title and holds it up in the air as Eric Emerson steps to the middle of the ring.  

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Television Championship!!!  First, in the corner to my right, the challenger; she is known as the Punjabi Princess, and is a former PWA Television Champion, she hails from Multan, Pakistan… here is CIRCA!!!!  

The crowd roars its approval, and even Sandra offers a soft clap and a nod.  

Eric Emerson: And now to my left, hailing from Washington , D.C. , she is a veteran of the PWA, a former two time World champion and the current PWA Television Champion, here is … PSYCHO SANDRA!!  

Huge cheers erupt from the arena, and Circa nods back as the fan fair settles down.  The ref orders the ladies to the center of the ring and he goes over the rules.  After, the girls nod respectfully and back off to await the start of the match.  

Rentfro: Hey I just noticed something!  

McDaniel: What’s that?  

Rentfro: No Chamelion!  

McDaniel: Word is he's on the hunt for Alex Wilkie, and knows Sandra can take care of herself.

DING DING DING!  

The ladies circle the ring, not taking their eyes off each other, and take a few to size each other up and down.  Ready, the two step in and lock up.  They struggle, spinning around but neither can gain the advantage.  Sandra finally pushes Circa into the corner and the ref orders them to break it up.  Sandra backsteps, smiling at Circa who nods back.  They lock up again, spin and this time Circa pushes Sandra into the corner.  Again, the ref orders them to break and they do, and Circa returns the smile as she back steps to the center of the ring.  

McDaniel: Each of them is testing the other out here.  

Rentfro: A lot is riding on the line here, so they don’t wanna make any mistakes.  

They circle again, and go for a lock up, but Sandra lifts her knee and catches Circa in the gut.  She then hits a double axe handle and Circa goes face first into the canvas.  Sandra tries for an elbow drop but Circa rolls away.  As Sandra gets up, Circa connects with a solid drop kick and as Sandra lands, Circa spins and flips backwards with a 180 flip, landing solidly on Sandra’s stomach!  The ref drops.  

1

 

2

 

Kick out!  

McDaniel: Circa gets the first near fall, and while it was very early in the match, you know she must be trying to get into Sandra’s head.  

Rentfro: I’d rather get into her pants!!  

Sandra is on her knees, looking at Circa with a bit of surprise.  Circa taps her forehead, and Sandra gets up.  They go to lock up, but Circa sidesteps Sandra and brings her down with a reverse neck breaker.  Circa again tries to do the 180 back flip, but Sandra clears out and as Circa crashes, Sandra lands a leg drop to the back of her head, rolls her over and covers.  

1

 

2

 

Kick out!  

McDaniel: Circa didn’t fool Sandra twice with that move.  

Rentfro: Sandra’s a ring veteran and will quickly adapt!  

Both ladies return to their feet slowly, eyeing each other carefully, now that they have a taste of what they other can do.  Sandra cracks her knuckles and gives Circa the “get ready’ look and Circa grins back, with a bring it on smile.  The crowd erupts as the ladies clash in the center, throwing open hand chops back and forth to each other.  Circa backs Sandra to the ropes, but Sandra comes back and pushes Circa to the center.  Sandra ducks a hard swing and hits a short clothesline.  With Circa down, Sandra begins stomping viciously, trying to wound Circa’s left arm.  Circa, desperately, rolls out of the ring to get a moment’s break.  

McDaniel: And with that, kindness gets thrown out the window, and Sandra’s vicious nature comes to light!  

Rentfro: Now Circa is going to have to step up her game, for this is not the same Sandra she faced months ago!  

Sandra follows, and grabs Circa to whip her into the steel post and Circa crashes hard.  She backs up, dazed and Sandra throws her into the ring.  Sandra follows and picks up Circa and hits a standard body slam.  Sandra then scurries to the top rope, measures and flies, but Circa moves at the last second and Sandra hits the canvas with a sounding thump!   

McDaniel: Ever after all that, Circa had presence of mind to get out of danger!  

Rentfro: Despite her size, Circa is able to take a lot of punishment!  

Shaking the cobwebs off, Circa floats over Sandra and applies a cross face, cinching it in and rearing back on the TV Champion.  Sandra gasps, finding herself in a position she really doesn’t want to be in!  

McDaniel: Nice submission hold by the challenger!  

Rentfro: Circa finds new ways to deliver the damage to her opponents, and if she can’t put Sandra down for the 1-2-3 , this way is JUST as effective.  

The crowd begins chanting Sandra, urging her on to get to the ropes, and with great pressure to her back and neck, she finally does.  The ref demands Circa break the hold, which she reluctantly does, and she drags Sandra back to the center of the ring and rolls her over and drops two elbows to Sandra’s chest.  She then covers.  

1

 

2

 

Kick out!  

McDaniel: Smart follow up there!  

Rentfro: Not enough to make the pin, but the effort to kick out forces Sandra to expend more energy then she wants too!  

Circa, seeing the advantage is hers, picks Sandra up and hoists her into an F-5 position, but Sandra knees Circa and drops, spins the challenger around and hits a perfect DDT!  Sandra waves to the crowd to rile them up as she picks Circa up and goes for the Lobotomy! She hits the knee to Circa’s gut and lifts her up for the piled driver, but Circa shakes her legs, reverses it and flips Sandra over her back. However, Sandra holds on and brings Circa down into a sit down power bomb!  

1

 

2

 

Shoulder up!  

McDaniel: Whoah! Circa manages to get out of Sandra’s finisher….  

Rentfro: …..only to get taken down with a power house move like that!  

Sandra picks up Circa and viciously whips her into the ropes, but Circa reverses it, throws Sandra instead into the ropes, and when Sandra bounces off, she tries for a cross body, but Circa catches her in midair, lifts her onto her shoulders and hits the F-5!!! The crowd roars as Circa covers, hooking the leg!  

1

 

2

 

3/Shoulder up!  

McDaniel: WOW! Did you see Circa’s strength!!?  

Rentfro: She hefted Sandra up and over and nearly got the fall! Incredible!  

The ref waves off the three, as it was more 2 and 9/10ths!  Circa holds her head in disbelief, and looks at the ref for an explanation.  Sandra stumbles to her feet and tries for a half power kick, which Circa easily grabs.  Feigning the move, Sandra uses the position to hit an enziguri on Circa.  With Circa down, Sandra applies a Boston Crab!  Circa struggles for a full two minutes, before she is able to reach the ropes.  Breaking the move without being told, Sandra turns, grabs Circa’s feet and drags her back into the middle of the ring.  She flips Circa over and tries for a figure four leg lock, but Circa kicks her and Sandra is sent into the turnbuckle.  Circa jumps up and runs in for a splash, but Sandra drops out of the way and Circa hits the empty corner.  As she stumbles out, Sandra spins her, kicks her just right and hits the Lobotomy!!  

1

 

2

 

3!  

DING DING DING!  

McDaniel: That’s it! Sandra picks up the win!  

Rentfro: A good solid match between the two ladies, they went at each other with nothing held back and it was fun to watch!  

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and STILL PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION, PSYCHO SANDRA!!  

Sandra takes her belt and holds it high, as she tries to catch her breath. She smiles as the crowd screams and cheers and then she turns.  Circa steps forward and they stare at each other for a few before they embrace in a gentle hug and the crowd roars louder.  

McDaniel: Despite all they went through, both Sandra and Circa are fine wrestlers, and the respect they’ve shown each other is tremendous.  

Rentfro: I guess for once I can accept it, I just wish some boobies would have popped out!  

McDaniel: And you were doing SO well!  Let’s move on!!

We cut backstage, where Wilkie is piling his clothes into his gym bag, when there's a knock at the door. 

Alex: Who is it!?

Voice on other side of the door: Telegraph.

Wilkie blinks, going up to the door and speaking through it.

Alex: Don't you mean, Telegram?

Voice: No, sorry, this is a telegraph.

Wilkie, confused and curious, opens the door and next thing he knows, he's on his back from a super kick by Chamelion.

Chamelion: See? Telegraph, dumb ass.  Oh, and while you may be fading in and out of consciousness, I accept your challenge, kiddo!

With a devious smile, Chamelion turns and walks off, whistling to himself, and we're taken back to the arena for the next match!

Corey Lazarus vs. Sirus Moran

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one pinfall or submission. Introducing first...

An old fashioned, black and white film countdown rolls on the ADCtron, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit. Clean guitars and bass softly creep from the PA system, beginning Metallica's cover of Ennio Morricone's classic "The Ecstasy of Gold." The song plays softly for 49 seconds, Kirk Hammett's melodic lead blaring over the soft parts, and then stops, bringing forth a deafening silence.





A single shot white pyro shoots from all over the entrance stage, bring to life a single spotlight on the entrance curtain, cuing the eleven hits of the snare, and bringing the heavy part of the song to life.

Eric Emerson: ...a former PWA World Heavyweight Champion....

Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain, his eyes hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, his fingers pointing up to the ADC-Tron above him. Clips of his various achievements throughout his career scroll, including his Superkicking of Jimmy Ultros off of the ring apron into a C2 charge-filled dumpster from Rumble in the Bronx '01, nailing a somersault dropkick to a chair placed in front of Silverback's head from a Rampage in the summer of '01, and dropping Tommy Riley on his head with the Mercury Driver from Genesis 6 to claim the Tempest title for the second time.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds...

Lazarus jogs in place at the end of the stage, shaking out his limbs, and then begins walking solemnly down the ramp. He points out to the crowd, nodding at the various signs for him scattered about, and then turns around, focusing his attention to more images of his glory on ADCtron: dropping Phoenix on his head with the Mercury Driver to win the 2008 Who's The Man tournament; kicking out after being drilled with Raizzor's Tombstone Shoulder breaker at Revolutions Per Minute; rolling out of the way of Sean Moro's Near Death Experience and kipping up to his feet, lifting Moro up and dropping him head-first to the mat with the Mercury Driver to capture the DRWF Eternal title.

Eric Emerson: And stands at six feet one inch...

Corey turns around to face the ring as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood , California ...

Lazarus steps into the ring and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. The guitars ring out as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.

Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction"...

The snare drum comes back in, keeping a faster pace, and then the guitars and bass return as well, playing a more high tempo variation of the main theme at 1:52 mark. Corey leaps to his feet, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban's off, turning his body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere.

Eric Emerson:
 ...COREY LAZARUS!!

The last image on the ADCtron before "The Ecstasy of Gold" fades into silence, the house lights returning, is that of Corey Lazarus being held up on the shoulders of Jesse White and Malcolm West, the PWA World title held up high above his bloodied head while Cliff Young, Tina Young, Hiro Takawa, Andrew Crow, and Emma O'Reilly look on behind him, applauding.

Eric Emerson: ...and his opponent, hailing from Winnipeg, Manitboba...

"More Human Than Human" by White Zombie kicks up on the PA system as the fans jump to their feet. Sirus Moran appears from backstage, holding 'Al'. He waves to the fans as White Zombie roars in the arena. He makes his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: ...he stands six feet even and weights two hundred and thirty four pounds...

Sirus can't help stopping ringside to shake hands with some fans. He even signs a few autographs. Corey smiles in the ring, trying to find the humor in the situation, but that smile dissipates when Sirus enters the ring.

Eric Emerson: ...he is one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions... a sure-ballot for the PWA Hall of Fame... SIRUS MORAN!!!!

McDaniel: Nothing but respect between these two gentlemen. They're both PWA veterans in their own right.

Rentfro: It's just boring, Jon. Where's the drama? Where's the ferocity?

McDaniel: That gets old after awhile, Brian. Sometimes you just crave pure wrestling.

DING DING DING!

Sirus and Corey lock up and Sirus gets an early advantage with a hammerlock. He slams his forearm into Corey's back and drives him to a knee. Corey twists out of the hammerlock and lifts Sirus up for a german suplex. Sirus lands on his back, but is quick to his feet. Sirus is met with a hard lariat. Corey goes into the ropes and springboards off with a moonsault and a pin attempt.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel:
Early two count for the former World Champ. Corey's going to have to do a lot more than that!

Rentfro: Believe me Jon, he knows!

Sirus gets picked up to his feet and Corey sends him into the ropes. Corey tries an elbow to Sirus' face, but Sirus ducks and catches Corey with a dropkick. Sirus gets up and grabs Corey by the hair and slams his face into the turnbuckle. He does it again, and again. He turns Corey around and hits a beautiful northern lights suplex. He bridges it.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel:
Sirus showing some ferocity here! Isn't that what you wanted?

Rentfro: Damn right! These guys don't have to be angry at each other to show us some good old fashion beatdowns!

Sirus gets to his feet and grabs Corey, but Corey slams his elbow into Sirus' gut. Corey quickly comes at Sirus with an uppercut and then lands a sharp kick into Sirus' stomach. Sirus is doubled over and Corey plants him with a huge DDT!

1...

2..

Kick out!

McDaniel:
Sirus is relentless! No matter how nice a guy he is, he's almost impossible to keep down!

Rentfro: That's why he's a PWA legend, Jon!

Corey gets Sirus to his feet and tosses him into the turnbuckle. Corey unleashes lefts and rights and finishes Sirus off with a huge headbutt. Sirus staggers out to the middle of the ring and Corey comes flying off the top turnbuckle and catches Sirus with a bulldog! He slams Sirus face-first into the mat.

McDaniel: WHAT A MOVE!

Rentfro: Corey gets Sirus back up to his feet and nails him again with that vicious uppercut!

McDaniel: PILEDRIVER!

Corey covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro:
And again Sirus isn't bent on giving up. Sirus gets brought up to his feet and Corey tries for another piledriver, but Sirus isn't buying it!

McDaniel: And Corey shouldn't be selling it as he gets decked with a clothesline!

Corey goes down as Sirus goes into the ropes. Sirus comes back and hits a huge knee drop across Corey's head. Sirus lays down a few boots to Corey's chest, and then gets Corey up to his feet. Sirus wraps Corey's arms up from behind and hits a full-nelson slam. Sirus covers.

1...

2..

Kick out!

McDaniel:
And Corey answers right back with a huge kick out, showing Sirus that he's not out of the woods yet.

Rentfro: Right.

McDaniel: No witty retort this time?

Rentfro: I was gonna say the same thing, but you said it first. Jerk.

Corey gets to one knee as Sirus goes into the ropes. Sirus tries a low dropkick, but Corey rolls out of the way. Sirus ends up in a slide and gets to a knee. Corey comes at him and tries a knee to the face, but Sirus blocks it and counters with a punch to the stomach. He tries for an uppercut, but Corey dodges it by stepping back and catches Sirus with a sweeping kick. Sirus hits the mat and Corey tries for a knee drop, but Sirus dodges at the last second. He grabs Corey by the arm and lands a right hook on Corey's jaw. He does it again, and again, keeping Corey close to him. Corey breaks free and staggers back. Sirus runs at him, but Corey catches him and flips him over the top rope and out of the ring.

McDaniel: HOLY SHIT! Sirus caught some MAJOR air on that one, Brian! He looks hurt!

Rentfro: Well, wouldn't you be if that just happened to you?

McDaniel: Good point.

Corey takes a breather as Sirus regains himself on the outside. The ref starts the count.

1!

2!

Corey gets to his feet, letting Sirus put himself back together on the outside.

3!

4!

Rentfro:
Come on, Corey! Go after him!

McDaniel: It's about sportsmanship, Brian. He's letting Sirus enter the ring on his own terms.

Rentfro: BORING!

Sirus gets into the ring after the ref calls for 6, and then stops the count. Sirus nods at Corey and they go at it again. Sirus gets the upperhand and nails Corey with a shot to the ribs. Corey comes back with a high roundhouse, but Sirus gets underneath it. He tries with his own kick, but Corey is quick to catch him with an elbow to the face. Sirus staggers back and Corey takes Sirus down with a fisherman's suplex. He covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel:
Close call there!

Rentfro: We're getting close, Jon!

Sirus grabs his back, but gets immediately pulled up to his feet by Corey. Sirus blocks a punch and swings around to Corey's back. He hits a big reverse DDT and wastes no time trying to win.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel:
WOW! That looked like three, Brian!

Rentfro: So close! So CLOSE!

Sirus gets Corey up to his feet. He unchambers lefts and rights and then shoves Corey into the corner. Sirus tries another right hook, but Corey blocks it. He switches places with Sirus and now he nails Sirus with lefts and rights. Corey lifts Sirus up into the corner, seating Sirus on the top turnbuckle. Lazarus then steps up to the middle rope, and locks a front facelock on Sirus, draping Sirus' arm over his shoulder before lifting Sirus up so that Sirus is standing on the top rope. Corey then steps up to the top rope himself, and cradles Sirus's closer leg. Lazarus then lifts Sirus vertical as he leaps backwards, releasing Sirus' head and pushing down on Sirus' cradled leg as he drops to his knees on the mat, driving Sirus onto the back of his head, neck, and upper shoulders.

McDaniel: SANDS OF ISHTAR! SANDS OF ISHTAR! IT'S OVER!

Rentfro: You gotta be kiddin' me!

Corey wastes no time and covers Sirus, hooking the leg.

1...

2...

3!!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... COREY LAZARUS!!!!

McDaniel: Corey did it! He's still in top form, even after losing to McNasty. Well done, well -- wait, what the hell!?

Rentfro: HERE WE GO! Matthew Engel has just come down to the ring with a few of his MoA buddies!

McDaniel:
Sirus has rolled out of the ring, I don't think he knows where he's at right now!

Rentfro: Oh man! Matthew spears Corey in mid-celebration! That's gotta hurt!

McDaniel:
Wait... who's that with Graham Cain and Dead End? That's not...

Rentfro: IT IS! In a sick turn of events, Matthew managed to recruit Gregory Price to the Masters. Wow!

Matthew gets in a few more shots on Corey. Dead End and Graham Cain keep a lookout as Price looks Corey in the eyes. Matthew lets up and gets to his feet. Price lets out a sadistic laugh as blood comes pouring out of Corey's nose.

McDaniel: This is just sick! I can't believe Matthew made Gregory turn traitor! The crowd is just raining down boos here!

Rentfro: Corey drove Price away, Jon! It was only a matter of time that Price hooked up with one of Corey's enemies.

McDaniel:
Matthew Engel is more than just an enemy, Brian.

No words were spoken, except a few choice words from Price to Lazarus in a calm whisper. We don't know what was said. Corey manages to roll out of the ring and try to put himself together.

McDaniel: Fans, we'll be right back after this commercial break with the main event for this evening!

Rentfro: Stay tuned!




Killing is my business.

And business is good.


McDaniel: Okay fans, we're back. Matthew Engel is all set to go in the ring for tonight's main event.

Rentfro: And of course his posse, including newest addition Gregory Price, is right there with him in the corner.

MAIN EVENT
MARK MCNASTY VS. MATTHEW ENGEL

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one pinfall or submission. Matthew Engel is already in the ring, and his opponent...

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: ... our PWA World Champion...MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. McNasty then throws his arm in the air, PWA title in hand. After getting a huge pop, McNasty 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 the PWA title straight up, and pyros begin raining down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes his way to his corner as the music fades.

Rentfro: McNasty looks pretty good with that PWA title.

McDaniel: But it might make the shimmer a little more dim if he loses his first match with that belt in his possession

DING DING DING!

Engel and McNasty begin circling. They charge and lock up. McNasty nails a hip toss, the nails an elbow. He bends over to pick up Matt, but Matt nails a European uppercut that sends McNasty stumbling backwards. Engel takes the opportunity to tackle McNasty, and begins unloading left and rights. McNasty finally covers up his face, and we see a look on Matt’s face as if that’s what he was waiting for. Matt grabs an arm, and hooks in a cross body armbar.

McDaniel: Engel showing his incredible skill. Switching tactics from brawling to submission in the blink of an eye.

Rentfro: Go kiss him already. Yeash.

Engel, a little overambitious, hooked the move a little close to the ropes. McNasty has to struggle, but he grabs the bottom rope. Matt holds the move until the ref counts 3, but then lets go.

McDaniel: Engel abides by the referee and lets go of the hold.

Rentfro: See? He can follow the rules, Jon.

Mark regains himself and they lock horns. Mark hits a knee to Matt's midsection and lifts Matt high up into the air in suplex fashion, but brings him down with a brainbuster. The ring shakes violently. Mark goes off the ropes and comes back connecting with a somersault senton bomb. He crashes on top of Matt. He stomps Matt a few times and picks him up, sending him into the ropes. Matt comes back and gets slammed across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Matt is grabbing his back, but manages to get to his feet. Mark runs at Matt for an attempted lariat, but Matt dodges and connects with a superkick! Mark is on the mat grabbing his jaw as Matt hops onto the top turnbuckle. Matt comes off with a split-legged moonsault, executed perfectly.

Rentfro: The elevation! It's unreal! These two are pulling out all the stops!

McDaniel: All the stops? The most commonly used phrase in sports history.

Matt gets to his feet and connects a running knee into the face of Mark. Matt gets Mark to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Matt tries for a corner body splash, but Mark dodges just in time and Matt crashes on the turnbuckles. Mark shoulder blocks Matt into the turnbuckle and lets out a fury of fists. Mark connects all over the place; face, ribs, arms. He puts Matt in a great deal of pain, and then sets Matt on the top turnbuckle. Mark springboards off and connects with a severe dropkick sending Matt over the ropes and crashing to the outside.

Rentfro: Matt hit the outside violently that time!

McDaniel: Yes, that he did. Serves him right.

Mark slides out of the ring. Matt gets back to his feet. The referee starts the count.

1!

They exchange lefts and rights on the outside, but Mark gets the upperhand as he slams his knee into the midsection of Matt.

2!

He grabs Matt by the head and slams him face first into the steel steps. He grabs Matt again and slams him face first into the ringpost.

3!

Matt staggers back, and then Mark connects with a big roundhouse, sending Matt to the floor. Mark picks Matt up and slides him into the ring. Mark hops up on the apron and leaps up to the top rope, springboards off, and hits a huge legdrop. He crashes over the throat and chest of Matt. Mark gets Matt to his feet and connects with a spinning back fist. This sends Matt back a little bit and Mark runs at him trying for something, but Matt reverses with a powerslam and smashes Mark into the mat. Matt gets up and stomps on Mark a few times. He gets Mark to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Matt gets in Mark's face and smashes his elbow into it a few times. He picks Mark up and puts him in the tree of woe.

McDaniel: I think I know what's coming next!

Matt runs to the opposite corner and hops onto the turnbuckle. He yells out to the crowd and flips off the turnbuckle, landing leant forward, and dashes toward Mark connecting with a violent spear. Mark is almost broken in half.

Rentfro: THE T.K.T! He hasn't done that move in a long time! Mark collapses to the mat and Matt hooks the leg...

1...

2...

Shoulder up.


McDaniel: What the hell…

Rentfro: That looks like Jamie Flynn!

Flynn dives into the ring, and flat out sacks Engel. The ref calls for the bell, as McNasty just stares at Flynn as he punches away at Engel.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, as a result of a Disqualification, your winner, Matt Engel!

McNasty doesn’t look pleased as he walks over to Flynn, and puts his hand on his shoulder. Flynn however just turns long enough to shove McNasty away. McNasty looks a little surprised, but walks back over, and knees Flynn in the back. This lets Matt head butt Flynn, knocking him over. Engel now has the advantage on Flynn; but that doesn’t stop Dead End of the MoA from running out. He dives into the ring, and looks at McNasty who just signals that he doesn’t care. Dead End bends over and holds Flynn down as Engel punches away. The crowd begins to roar though, as Nightmare runs out from the back. He bolts to the ring, and grabs Dead End from behind. He puts DE in a headlock, and starts chocking him out..

McDaniel: Good lord, its madness in the ring.

Rentfro: And there is no order to this chaos folks. This is straight up pandemonium.

Dead End is blacking out, but his savor comes in the form of McNasty. McNasty nails Lights Out on Nightmare; causing Nightmare and DE to fall forward. Engel has Flynn in the Million Dollar Dream Choke; but the two land on top of him, causing the hold to be broken. In the madness, Flynn grabs the first thing he can; which is Dead end, and gets him in a headlock. Engel and Nightmare stand, and both look at McNasty. Nightmare, pissed for what just happened; and Engel for McNasty breaking up his choke hold.

Rentfro: And this is bad now.

McNasty tries to fight them off, but two on one is just bad odds. It seems bleak for a moment, until Alex Wilkie rushed the ring.

McDaniel: Wilkie to the rescue! Flynn gets Matt from behind and puts him his own Million Dollar Dream Choke!

Rentfro: McNasty has support as he tries to take on Nightmare!

McDaniel: COREY'S HERE!

Corey rushs down the ramp and slides into the ring. The four men square off as Engel is choking Matt out. Corey and McNasty go at it as Wilkie and Nightmare exchange lefts and rights. Matthew Engel looks almost unconscious.

McDaniel: Both Cain and Dead End are down!

Rentfro: OUCH! PRICE JUST HIT FLYNN OVER THE HEAD WITH THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!

McDaniel: That bastard! We're out of time here folks! Join us next week for Rampage!

The scene fades away from the four men battling in the ring, and Matthew Engel almost passed out in the midst of the battle. Price is trying to get Matthew Engel out of there. Flynn rolls out of the ring, bleeding from the top of his head. 

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