"Unity" 
July 18th, 2008
Live on from the Amway Arena - Orlando, Florida

Pyros open the show and the jam packed arena is filled with screaming fans, waving signs, banners and anything else to get the camera's attention as Friday Night Rampage goes on the air.  As the cameras pan to the ring, we find Eric Emerson already standing there ready to announce the first match of the evening.

Singles Match 
Sabine vs. Kyle Stevenson
 


The entrance gate is black as the ominous riff echoes through the stadium.

Eric Emerson: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing all the way from Augsburg , Germany ...”

There is a sudden, yet brief rumble of snare drums.

Eric Emerson: “Weighing in at 190lbs...”

Another rumble of snares.

Eric Emerson: “The Dame from Deutchland...” “The Brat from Bavaria ...” “Sabine... Eiiiiiinaouuuuugeeehhh!!”

The music swells, and to accompany it, there is a sudden burst of white flame, flickering and raining in a flurry of pyrotechnics. An amazon clad in white
storms from the doors, through the white fireworks, and down the walkway to the ring. She moves like a gestapo officer with purpose.

The music swells again, and she uses it as the cue to slide under the ropes and into the ring. She climbs onto the second rope and screams as she raises
her arms in the air, and the crowd rises at her beck and call.

Rentfro:: "The first match here on Rampage is set, Sabine vs Iceman Kyle Stevenson; should be a very grounded match."

McDaniel:  "Correct Brian, both of these smaller wrestlers choosing to not be high fliers, instead they use ground wrestling tactics as their method of choice."

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.

The lights dim as the opening riff to "Suffocate" by Motograter hits the PA System.

Eric Emerson: "From Huntington Beach , California ...weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds..."

The first verse plays as Kyle Stevenson walks out from behind the curtain. He stands there for a moment as the song hits the chorus. He then makes his
way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: "He is The Iceman...Kyle STEVENSON!!!"

Kyle slides in and throws his arms up as a salute to the crowd. He then stands facing the opposite side of the ring staring a hole into his opponent as he stretches. "Suffocate"
fading away.

ding ding ding

McDaniel:  "The two meet in the middle of the squared circle."

Rentfro:: "Both will be team members next week, but right now that doesn't seem to matter to them!"

McDaniel:  "Both competitors have a thirst to prove themselves here in the PWA."

The two tie up in the middle of the ring with a traditional collar and elbow tie up; after trading the advantage of the hold back and forth, Kyle comes out on top twisting Sabine into a behind the back wristlock. Sabine twists and wrenches the hold; reversing the move onto Kyle. He begins slapping his shoulder in obvious pain, going to reverse the move again, Sabine catches him with a right hand to the temple. Kyle hits his knees on the mat holding his right hand to his temple. Sabine takes advantage of the moment grasping Kyle's head into a headlock at the waist; she wrenches firmly on the hold.

Rentfro:: "Sabine firmly in control for now."

McDaniel:  "But in the past, Kyle has shown tremendous reserve."

Sabine turns Kyle to face her and she firmly plants a boot to his midsection, doubling him over. She looks into the crowd, placing Kyle's head between her legs she grabs him around the waist and lifts him up connecting with a gutwrench powerbomb.

Rentfro:: "Gutwrench powerbomb into a pin attempt."

McDaniel:  "She calls it the German Hammer."

The ref hits his knees and begins the count.

one... two... Kyle gets a shoulder up.

McDaniel:  "Close call there for Iceman."

Rentfro:: "Fitting name here, because so far, he has been nothing but cold."

Sabine is frustrated, but does not let it mess with her judgement of the match. She lifts Kyle back up to a standing position and whips him into the ropes. As Kyle is returning shehooks him in a armbar taking him down to the mat. She turns the armbar into a crossface chicken wing and begins wrenching on the hold. Kyle screams in pain but begins making his way to the ropes. Sabine seeing that her move is going to go for naught, releases the hold dropping an elbow onto the area between Kyle's shoulders. Sabine goes for the ropes, Kyle trips her and she lands face down on the mat.

McDaniel:  "Great ring awareness by Stevenson there."

Rentfro:: "Like we've said, both trying to prove something here in the PWA."

Kyle is up quickly and on the attack pulling Sabine away from the ropes and applying a ankle lock on to Sabine's ankle. Sabine quickly reaches the ropes and the hold is broken immediately. Kyle allows her to stand up and the two tie up in the middle of the ring once more with Sabine getting a slight advantage. Kyle raises back from his backwards leaning position and placing a leg behind Sabine's knees, drops her to the ground where he quickly covers.

one... tw Sabine kicks out quickly.

Rentfro:: "A quick pin attempt, but to no avail."

McDaniel:  "I think Kyle was trying to catch Sabine off guard."

Kyle is quickly up and drops an elbow to the throat of Sabine who rolls out of the way quickly; Kyle's elbow meets mat and he grabs it in pain. Sabine seeing a golden oppurtunity is on the attack again with an armbar. She places extreme force on the elbow and Kyle is screaming again in pain. Kyle reaches the ropes and the hold is broken; the two are up on their feet again.

Rentfro:: "A decent match so far."

McDaniel:  "Definitely back and forth here in the early going."

The two are circling each other, obviously getting winded. Sabine goes in quickly with a double leg take down to Kyle. His back hits the mat hard and Sabine rolls over for a pin attempt.

one... two... thr Kyle kicks out at the last second.

Rentfro:: "Quick take down and cover there."

McDaniel:  "She hoped to take Kyle down and surprise him in a pin; and it damn nearly paid off."

Sabine grabs Kyle's ankle and pulling it up over his head sort of rolls him up applying pressure to his kneecap; she sits on his chest and leans further backwards maximizing pressure to the leg.

one... two... Kyle kicks out; Sabine looks shocked, but realizes that she did have Kyle in a pinning position.

Rentfro:: "That pin surprised Sabine, and she was the one doing the pinning."

McDaniel:  "Trying to cause pain, she almost inadvertently pinned Stevenson."

Sabine is up and delivering a small, but swift, dropkick to the prone Kyle's head. As Kyle rolls over, she places him in a head sicissor lock with her legs, clamping firmly down on his neck. Kyle's face begins to turn first red, purple, then white as the blood to his head is cut off. The ref bends down and grabbing Kyle's right hand lets it drop to the mat. The ref points to the time keeper indicating one fall. Picking up the right hand again, the hand drops like a fish to the mat again; the ref indicates two falls before bending to pick up the arm again. The ref holds up the hand in the air a moment then releases the limp arm; three quarters of the way down, Kyle takes control of his falling arm and prevents it from hitting the mat for the third and final time.

McDaniel:  "Kyle isn't out of it yet."

Rentfro:: "He sure looked to be, I've never seen someone's face change color that many times in such a short period of time."

Kyle begins to jump and buck in attempts to break the hold. He gets his hands between her legs and his neck allowing him to catch some much needed air, the color begins returning to his face immediately. Kyle gets first his left leg, then his right leg up under him in a bridge attempt causing Sabine to break the hold. Kyle quickly rolls onto his hands and knees, gasping for air; desperately getting the much needed oxygen into his lungs. Sabine, on the other hand, begins to prevent this resurge of energy by quickly rolling up Kyle. He uses Sabine's momentum to roll on over with her and she lands outside of the ring; he has managed to remain inside the squared circle. Kyle is quickly up and in the middle of the ring away from any outside attempt, he is still gasping to breathe. Kyle has his hands planted on his knees and the color is finally returning to a healthy pinkish color in his face he continues to shake his head to remove the cobwebs there.

Rentfro:: "Sabine's crawling back into the ring and seems to be ready to continue."

McDaniel:  "This has turned out to be a good first match Brian."

The two are circling each other again and Sabine goes for a quick take down; however, Kyle is ready and plants her with a DDT to the mat. He rolls her over for a pin attempt.

one... two... Sabine kicks out and they are both back on their feet again. Sabine undiscouraged by her previous failure, is quickly on the attack with another attempted quick take down. Kyle prevents another one by performing a quick snap suplex onto Sabine; he maintains his hold on her leg.

one... two... thr Sabine bucks and the hold and pin is broken.

McDaniel:  Quick folley of moves there Brian."

Rentfro:: "That's right John, quickly moving from one move to another."

Sabine flips herself up and faces Kyle, giving him the respect he deserves. Kyle charges Sabine who performs a back body drop to Kyle; Kyle has landed on his feet, but Sabine doesn't realize it.

Kyle whips Sabine around placing her in a fireman's carry, shoving her up he steps back and delivers a knee into her face.

McDaniel:  "Lights Out!"

Kyle rolls Sabine over and covers for the pin attempt.

one... two... three!

ding ding ding

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match... Iceman... Kyle Steeevonsonnnnn!"

Kyle bends down and checks on Sabine.  He offers her a hand and pulls her to her feet before backing off to give her space, retreating from the ring and heading upstage.  Sabine rubs her jaw, but acknowledges she may have a hell of a partner next week, and follows a bit behind.

Rentfro:: "One hell of a first match John, move after move I never really knew how long each would have the advantage.  If they keep up that momentum they'll be a great team next week."

McDaniel:  "And that's the sort of action that leaves you wanting more."

Rentfro:: "And... that is what we have.. this was only the first match on the card tonight, with many more to come, including three major tag matches! But before we move on, there's something happening backstage!"

[Duff Côte d'Ivoire and Alexis Sharpcraft are sitting in their locker room. Duff is sitting in a comfortable love seat, leaned back, lounging around with Alexis in his arms. He smirks and kisses her cheek and she plays around with his long hair, his arms are draped across her back, rubbing his fingertips up and down her spine, and one of Duff's legs hangs off of the couch while the other is kicked up on the arm in a sort of modified Captain Morgan stance. There's a knock on the door and the pair shoot a glance over at the door. Duff sits up and Alexis takes a seat on the sofa, her expression is one of bemusement and wonder. He opens the door, looks to both sides, and sees nothing, until he notices the rectangular box at his feet. As with any mysterious package, the first thing he does is take it inside to his fiancé. He busts out a switchblade and cuts the box open. Inside, amongst the layers of packing peanuts, is a VHS. Inside of the case is a sickly yellow piece of legal pad paper. Duff takes it out and starts to read it silently.]

Alexis: Well, what is it?

Duff: Hold on.

[Alexis yanks the note from him and reads it aloud.]

Duff,

Now we both have dirt on each other. Keep this between us.

And do us a favor and never come back, unless you want a real death this time.

-Fate.

Alexis: Well, this can only be good.

[Alexis and Duff exchange sarcastic glances and they open the tape and pop it in. We can't hear a whole lot of what's going on, on-screen, only that Alexis and Duff are both in shock. Alexis quickly stops the tape and backs away from the TV. Duff simply stares at the blank screen for a little while longer, before the blank stare turns to a crimson shade of rage, and Duff ends up throwing the television into the wall, across the room, effectively sending it to oblivion, beyond repair. Alexis sighs.]

Duff: What the fuck was that?!

Alexis: I just... I... can't believe that.

Duff: Believe it, lover. We can't take this to the cops or... anyone, really, without someone being fucked ten ways from Sunday.

Alexis: So what can we do?

[Duff stalks around the room for a bit, rubbing his chin, and Alexis sits there with her head in her hands.]

Duff: You know, I've never been too fond of bacon in the first place, we can just do this ourselves. I mean, look, that's what they're going to be doing. That's what the MoA are going to be doing, they're doing it themselves, an- an- and that's what we've gotta do! I probably haven't made many friends in my time here, but I can tell you one thing, the enemy of my enemy is my friend can carry us quite a distance.

[Duff plops down on the couch and busts out his cell phone. Alexis looks at him, inquiring.]

Alexis: Who are you calling?

Duff: Shh, do you hear that?

[Duff smiles while holding his finger to his lips and giving a sidelong glance to Alexis. The camera cuts back to the ring.]

Singles Match - Non Title
Riona Langly vs. Jamie Flynn

DING DING!

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

"Breathe" by Taproot hits the sound system as the fans begin to cheer for him. Jamie Flynn struts out from backstage wearing black trunks with a
red ouroboros emblazoned on the right leg. He has on a black hoodie, and there's a glare from the lights reflecting off his trademark Aviators.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet and a quarter inch...

Jamie begins to walk down to the ring. We can't see exactly where his eyes are focused on, but then again... we don't have to. Jamie struts with his Intercontinental Title thrown over his right shoulder. It glistens in the light.

Eric Emerson: ..and weighs two hundred and five pounds...

The PWA Intercontinental Champion...

He is... JAMIE FLYNN!!!

The crowd erupts again as Jamie reaches the ring. He climbs in, removing his Aviators and black hoodie. He slides his title off his shoulder and throws it on top. He motions Emerson to leave and he takes the items down near the announcer's booth. Jamie stretches a bit in the ring, waiting for his opponent.

McDaniel: There is certainly no love lost between these two.

Rentfro: Jamie and Riona had a little grudge back in the CWA, and their mutual hatred for each other has followed them here where they meet for the first time in a PWA ring.


A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights flicker along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the arena shut off completely, and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd doesn't really know what to think as images of angels and death flash across the screen, superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning, the music stops and a massive explosion of red pyro goes off on both sides of the entrance ramp as the the guitars kick in most mightily, the lights coming back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala begins singing.

### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
###
Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, bangs at the front hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 142 pounds...

### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
###
An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###

The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face.  A huge pop occurs as a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out.  She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers to switch back to blue.

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
###
Welcome to paradise soldier ###

Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little bounce.

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

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd.  The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

Eric Emerson: RIOOOONA... LANGLLLYYYY!!
### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner. She gives her Grizzly Beer title to Emerson, who takes it down to the announcer's booth. She does some last minute stretches and gets ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

DING DING DING!

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

1...

2..

Kick out!

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

1...

2...

Shoulder up!

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

1...

2...

Kick out!

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

Rentfro: Riona has proven time after time that she is one of the toughest wrestlers today.

McDaniel: I know, but Flynn about broke her in half!

Rentfro: Riona's like a mini Wolverine, but without the excess hair.

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

McDaniel: Nice reversal by Riona!

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

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Riona is definitely making this difficult for Jamie!

Rentfro: Both Jamie and Riona are coming off huge wins from A Farewell to Arms. This should be interesting!

McDaniel: Too bad both titles aren't on the line, that'd be something!

Rentfro: The Sommers brothers are really anal about people holding two titles at once, I've heard.

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

McDaniel: And Jamie is met by a huge kick to the face!

Rentfro: That only pissed him off!

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

Riona holds Flynn together and the ref hits the mat.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: Close call there. Riona almost had Jamie by surprise.

Riona and Jamie get up to their feet. Riona reaches back and tries to nail a punch, but Jamie dodges and counters with a hard knee to Riona's stomach. Riona doubles over and Flynn is the one who plants Riona in the mat with a double-arm DDT. Flynn quickly hooks a leg.

1...

2...

3 -- No! KICK OUT!

McDaniel: WOW! Riona was milliseconds away from suffering only a SECOND loss here in PWA!

Rentfro: If anybody can do it, it's Jamie! He's been on a hot streak, defeating Matthew Engel and winning that Battle Royal.

McDaniel: It seems as if the sky is the limit for him. Jamie gets Riona up to her feet and sends her into the ropes. She comes back and Jamie gets Riona up in a fireman's carry.

Rentfro: And bam! Huge rib-breaker from the shoulders of Flynn. Riona looks hurt.

Riona is grabbing her ribs as Jamie ascends to the top rope. Riona is still down and Flynn comes flying off with a huge cannonball splash. He hangs on top of Riona for the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: And Riona's perseverence shines again! Another close call as Jamie is desperately trying to find the answer to putting Riona away.

Rentfro: Not many people have, Jon.

Jamie ascends to the top rope once more. Riona begins to show signs of life as she drags herself up to her knees. Jamie is patiently waiting on the top turnbuckle, watching her every movement. The fans are going wild as Jamie flies off the top turnbuckle and hits a shooting star press on a standing Riona. Riona crashes to the mat.

Rentfro: SUICIDE DEVIL'S PLANCHA! IT'S OVER! That's gonna do it for Riona!

McDaniel: Jamie quickly makes the cover!

1...

2...

3!!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... JAMIE... FLYNN!!!!

Jamie rises to his feet and is presented his Intercontinental Championship. He raises his hands into the air, and then slaps his title over his shoulder. He grabs his hoodie and Aviators. He tosses his hoodie out to a cute girl in the front row, and puts on his Aviators. He walks up the rampway as Riona collects herself in the ring.

McDaniel: It was a good match and these two are certainly some of the best the PWA has to offer.

Rentfro: They're both champions for God's sake, Jon! Of course they are!

Riona rolls out of the ring and heads up the rampway, a look of disappointment. She disappears backstage.

Singles Match - Non Title
Mark McNasty vs. Deacon Frost

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for one fall. Introducing first,

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

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

Eric Emerson:  Weighting in at 350, standing 7 feet tall, and hailing from the Bowery,

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

Eric Emerson:  DEACON FROST!

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

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

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

Rentfro: This is one big guy.

McDaniel: The Champ is in for a hard fight tonight.

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: He's "The Main Event."

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

Eric Emerson: MARK MCNASTY!

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

McDaniel: McNasty looking confident as usual.

Rentfro: Well come on, He’s Mark McNasty. Why shouldn’t he be confident.

The camera shows a close up of the pissed off Deacon, almost snarling in the corner.

Rentfro:…ok, that’s a good reason.

As McNasty hands his title to someone on the outside, the ref calls the two men together. They stand face to face as best they can with Deacon having 9 inches on McNasty. The ref goes to speak, but Frost interrupts.

Frost: RING THE BELL .

The ref calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

McDaniel: And here we go.

Deacon and McNasty both have looks of determination on their faces.

Frost: HIT, ME!

McNasty looks out to the crowd. He then pulls his arm back, winds up, and swings.

Rentfro: Here we go!

But, McNasty’s fist stops before hitting Frost. He holds his hand in front of Frost, holds out a finger, and pokes Frost. Frost screams as he takes a few steps back, and falls to the mat.

McDaniel: Are you serious?

Rentfro: YES! And McNasty with possibly the sickest move I’ve EVER seen.

McDaniel: What have you been snorting in the back Brian?

McNasty strols over to the downed Frost, lays on him, hooks a leg, and rolls towards Frost’s shoulder for leverage. The ref is staring down in disbelief, as McNasty screams to count. The ref dives.


1



2




….3!

DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…Mark McNasty.

McNasty rolls off Frost onto his knees. He holds his arms in the air as if it was the biggest win of his life.

McDaniel: This is disgusting.

Rentfro: How dare you try to take this moment from McNasty.

Mark is on his feet. He looks down at Frost, and holds out an arm. Frost acts as if hes shaking off the effects of the poke of doom, and he takes McNasty’s hand. McNasty helps Frost up, and Frost then holds up McNasty’s arm/

Rentfro: The embodiment of good sportsmanship right there.

McDaniel: These two men have wasted people's time and money and insulted the name of professional wrestling!  That is no way for a PWA World Champion to act!

Rentfro: A champion takes any win any way he can, man!  Deal with it!

The two roll out of the ring and McNasty gets his belt before the two walk up the ramp to the back.  The scene switches backstage to find Raizzor watching a monitor of the recent actions in the ring when Chamelion walks into the frame.

Chamelion: Well, that was entertaining.

Raizzor raises an eyebrow.

Raizzor: McNasty's cockiness and attitude rivals that of your own, Little Brother.

Chamelion: Maybe, but I still have the edge.  What about you? You have to deal with him next week and even I don't know who your partner is.

Raizzor: All in good time.  All in good time.

Chamelion grins wickedly.

Chamelion: Heh, I can hardly wait.

UFT Match #1
El Rey de Corizones & Fire vs. Matthew Engel & Circa

Rob Zombie's "Great American Nightmare" pulses through the house while the lights strobe with the music. Two of the SEX Girls, a tall leggy blonde and a beautiful busty redhead, walk down to ringside and begin flirting with Brian Rentfro, leading him away. "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali passes by him on the entrance ramp and has a seat beside Jon McDaniel, putting on Rentfro's headset.

McDaniel: Well, it appears I'll be having a special commentator here tonight in the form of Nightmare.

Nightmare: Hello, Jon. Hello, fans. As one of our pre-eminent authorities upon lucha libre I couldn't pass up the opportunity to sit in on my dear friend El Rey's match here tonight.

McDaniel: And I'm sure that Matthew Engel's presence has nothing to do with your own?

Nightmare: Heh oh it does, it definitely does. I'm not about to let go the chance to gloat over his loss of the IC Title to Jamie Flynn.

McDaniel: A title that he defeated you to take.

Nightmare: A title that he failed to successfully defend even once, proving his victory was a fluke and nothing more. Enough about that, let's go to Eric for the introductions to this match.

McDaniel: ...that's my line, you know.

Eric Emerson: The following contest has a 20-minute time limit, and an initial tag period of 5 minutes, and is a first round match-up of the United Forces Tournament!

Introducing first, from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico... he is The King of Hearts... EL REY DE CORIZONES!

As "Baila Casanova" by Paulina Rubino hits the arena speakers, the stage lights up with flickering flame-colored lighting. A red spotlight hits the stage as El Rey de Corazones steps out onto the stage. The King of Hearts is wearing black-and-silver wrestling tights, black wrestling boots, a black ombrero and a Toreador jacket. The sombrero is banded in silver with red hearts, while his jacket is black with red and silver trim and bears an appliqué of a large red heart encircled bandoleer style with a gold crown.

El Rey bears a bouquet of roses in his hand. As he walks to the ring he tosses flowers to the female fans in attendance. He walks up the ringsteps and waits patiently in the center of the ring for his tag team partner.

Eric Emerson: His partner hails from Hollywood, California...

The arena goes black and as red skull and crossbones appears all over the arena.

Eric Emerson: She is the fiery vixen Jessica Asai... FIRE!

Then the sound of This Fire by Franz Ferdinand hits the PA. Fire comes out wearing a black tank top with a red skull and cross bones on the middle, tight fitting black spandex pants, pigtails pulled back with red and black ribbon, and a devilish smile to boot. Wasting no time with the fans she runs quickly down to the ring and slides in under the ropes. Once inside the ring, El Rey de Corazones presents her with the remaining dozen roses, causing her to smile.

Eric Emerson: And now, their opponent... from Multan, Pakistan... she is the Punjabi Princess... CIRCA!

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

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

A rain of cheers and boos comes down as everyone knows who's about to come out. The lights go out, and dark green pyros shoot off into the air. We can hear over the PA system a different crowd at a different time. There is cheering and chanting, like a cult. Suddenly, a voice comes over.

A light... in the black...

or just a fear... of the dark.

A live version of "Fear of the Dark" by Iron Maiden plays over the PA system as more dark green and now teal pyros shoot off. There is chanting from the real crowd and the crowd playing over the sound system, because despite who comes out, there is a huge fanbase of Iron Maiden in the crowd. 

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even...

I am the man who walks alone

When I'm walking down a dark road

At night or strolling through the park

Matthew "Virus" Engel appears from backstage. New member Gregory Price, Graham Cain and Dead End are behind him, dressed in their usual black tailored suits. They have the matching sunglasses, and the evil intentions to go with. Matthew is dressed in a darker colored tuxedo, however. It's almost black, with a hint of turqoise. It's hard to explain, but you get the picture. Matt has his Intercontinental Title draped over his left shoulder. They make their way down to the ring.

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

Have you ever run your fingers down the wall

And have you felt your neck skin crawl

When you're searching for the light?

Matthew, Price, Cain, and Dead End make it to the ring. Everyone except Matthew remains outside the ring as Matthew steps in. He hands his title to the referee and then proceeds to take off his jacket and dress shirt.

Eric Emerson: He is the leader of the Masters of Armageddon...

Fear of the dark -- FEAR OF THE DARK!

I have a constant fear that something's always near

Fear of the dark -- FEAR OF THE DARK!

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

I have a phobia that someone's always there

A louder pop from the crowd, but mixed with boos and cheers. Matt removes his restricting apparrel and is left with a wife-beater shirt, dress pants, and wrestling boots. It's always been that way, he's just representing a darker color, and a darker side. An unforgivable side. The music dies down and Matthew waits in his corner.

McDaniel: It looks like it will be Circa and Fire beginning the match for their respective teams.

Nightmare: This could very well be a continuation of the tag team match we saw at AFTA involving these two women along with Psycho Sandra and Sabine.

Fire charges Circa with a running clothesline and takes her opponent down hard. Asai begins stomping away viciously at her downed adversary, but then the Punjabi Princess grabs her foe's leg and twists it around into a grounded ankle lock. Circa stands over her opponent, wrenching viciously on her foot to increase the punishment being dealt to Fire's ankle. Jessica Asai rolls through the move and flips her foe into the ropes. Fire rolls to her feet and nails the Punjabi Princess with a Fire Bomb dropkick that sends her sailing through the ropes to the floor. Jessica smirks but patiently waits inside the ring per Referee Cole Tate's instructions.

Circa gets to her feet and rolls back inside the ring. As the Punjabi Princess kips up, Fire runs in from behind her to hit a chop block to the back of her knee. Jessica Asai drives a toe kick to her adversary's abdomen, doubling her over, then follows up with a simultaneous knee smash to the face and elbow to the back of Circa's neck. Circa drops to the canvas, and Fire goes for the pin.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

McDaniel: What a vicious onslaught by Fire!

Nightmare: Yes, that was pretty good, but it's still too early to go for the pin, as Fire just learned.

Jessica Asai glares at the official then executes a flipping leg drop across her opponent. Fire locks in a triangle choke on Circa. The Punjabi Princess fights against the hold, attempting to find some way to escape the submission. She finds none, however. As Circa's eyes begin to close, she desperately reaches for the ropes. She can feel them as her fingertips brush against the ropes, but she can't manage to grab hold of them. Gregory Price hops onto the apron, grabbing Referee Tate's attention. The manager and official begin arguing as Graham Cain moves in to lay out Fire with a huge fist. Unfortunately, the referee turns around just in time to catch this. Referee Cole Tate yells at Cain and Price, motioning to the back.

McDaniel: Could it be? Did the referee just send the Masters to the back??

Nightmare: Yes! He has! Maybe that will teach them not to take shortcuts in these matches!

McDaniel: Oh, you just know Matthew Engel has got to be furious now.

Virus is not the only person mad, however, as Fire and Circa begin exchanging chops. Jessica flips up into the air to blast the Punjabi Princess with an enzuigiri. Asai pulls her foe to her feet and executes a Burning Pools neckbreaker. Fire climbs the ropes. Matthew Engel tries to stop her, but he is blocked by El Rey de Corazones. Fire flies off the top with the Magma Splash, hitting her mark and covering for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three...

Eric Emerson:  Circa has been eliminated!

McDaniel: Virus wastes no time in hitting the ring, quickly trying to even the odds as he shoots a super kick into Fire's face!

Nightmare: That man has such big feet for such a little head.

Matthew Engel executes a German suplex on his opponent, sending her tumbling across the canvas. Engel walks over to pick up his adversary, only to get leveled with a low blow out of view of Referee Cole Tate. Fire rolls to her feet and nails Matthew with a Flamethrower lariat, sending him stumbling back into the corner. Jessica Asai charges in after him, connecting with the Blazing Fury splash. Asai backs up then fires the Scorching Soles superkick at her foe. Virus manages to catch her leg, however, and kicks out her supporting leg. Matthew Engel rolls his opponent over into a high-angle liontamer, pressing his knee into the small of Fire's back.

McDaniel: Punishing move by Matthew Engel there.

Nightmare: You have a real gift for stating the obvious, Jon. Too bad for Engel he's so close to the ropes... and Fire manages to grab them for the break!

Virus doesn't give her a moment to rest, however, as he sends Jessica into the ropes, catching her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Imploding senton bomb! With a mocking sneer to El Rey, Virus springs to the top turnbuckle and launches himself through the air to perform the Euthanasia to Fire. Referee Tate drops to make the count.

One...

Two...

McDaniel: El Rey pulls Fire out of the ring to make the save!

Nightmare: El Rey better keep an eye on Engel. He won't take this well.

Matthew Engel runs to the ropes, springboards off the top rope, and soars outside of the ring to crash into Fire and El Rey with a huge splash. Virus drills El Rey with a snap ddt then throws Fire back inside the ring. Engel dives in after his foe and bounces off the ropes. Blood & Vengeance '77! Matthew covers for the pinfall.

One...

Two...

Three...

Eric Emerson:  Fire has been eliminated!

McDaniel: We're down to the final two of this match.

Nightmare: Figured that one out on your own, did you?

McDaniel: Hey now!

Unseen by Matthew Engel, El Rey de Corazones has climbed to the top turnbuckle. As Virus turns around to find his foe, El Rey flies off with a whisper in the wind that takes Engel off his feet. El Rey rolls right back to his feet, measuring his opponent. When Virus pops to his feet he is taken down by a running faceslam. The King of Hearts pulls his adversary back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. El Rey bounces off the ropes and levels Virus with a lionsault. El Rey de Corazones traps Matthew's arm and applies a standing leg lock. Engel claws for the ropes, but they are just out of reach. Referee Cole Tate asks Virus if he wishes to submit, but he refuses. The King of Hearts continues to work over his opponent's leg.

Suddenly there is a commotion in the crowd as Impulse makes his way to the ring.

McDaniel: What the?! I thought the referee sent the MoA to the back, barring them from ringside.

Nightmare: Almost every member. Impulse wasn't out here then, but he's going to try making his presence felt here now. Excuse me, Jon. I need to deal with this.

Jonathon removes his headset and makes his way around the ring towards Impulse. Impulse pulls the rope out and places it in Engel's reaching hand while Cole Tate is checking on Virus. Impulse gains the referee's attention and calls for the break. Nightmare spins Impulse around and blasts him with a huge uppercut. The two men begin brawling their way through the crowd. Meanwhile, back inside the ring, The King of Hearts and Virus begin trading punches and chops. Engel catches El Rey's fist and slips behind his opponent to lock in a hammerlock before driving an elbow across the back of his foe's neck. Matthew clotheslines El Rey de Corazones to the canvas. Virus goes for a standing moonsault double stomp to his opponent's back, but El Rey rolls out of the way. The King of Hearts tries to sweep Matthew Engel's legs out from under him, but Engel leaps over the sweep, landing a corkscrew elbow drop.

The King of Hearts bullrushes his way back to his feet, driving Matthew Engel into the corner. El Rey de Corazones grabs his adversary's left fist and climbs the turnbuckles, walking along the top rope before dropping an elbow into Engel's hyperextended shoulder. Matthew shouts as he drop to the mat, holding his shoulder. El Rey goes to pull his foe back to his feet, but he is caught with a snap suplex. Engel pushes himself back to his feet then dashes at his adversary, flipping off the ropes with a flying spinning heel kick to his rising foe. The King of Hearts falls back into the turnbuckles. Matthew Engel climbs the ropes to rain fists down onto his opponent.

McDaniel: Referee Cole Tate shouting at Virus to let El Rey out of the corner, but Engel ignores him.... El Rey scoops up Engel and puts him in a torture rack! Backbreaker drop!

Rentfro swaggers down the ramp with a grin, his face covered by lipstick smears.

Rentfro: Hi, Jon. Miss much?

McDaniel: ...yes.

Rentfro: Hehe so did you. The King of Hearts nails Matthew Engel with a heart kick. El Rey de Corazones wraps up his foe in his patented majistral cradle, Horquilla del Corazón.

One...

Two...

Thre-NO!

Engel manages to grab the ropes, and the pinfall is broken.   The two wrestlers stand, facing off before laying into one another with stiff chops. Matthew Engel ducks a blow from The King of Hearts to scoop his opponent across his shoulder. El Rey slips free of his opponent's grasp to drive a knee into Engel's abdomen. Tango Pasado del Amor! Virus is planted by a double-underhook ddt!

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING

Eric Emerson:  Matthew Engel has been eliminated! Your winners and advancing to the second round of the United Forces Tournament... EL REY DE CORAZONES AND FIRE!!!

McDaniel: An intensely competitive match here to open the tournament. I can't wait to see how the rest of the matches unfold.

Rentfro: Hehehehe unfolding... they did a lot of that among other things.

McDaniel: And what the hell? That's Duff Cote d'iVoire!

Rentfro: Duff looks like a madman! I guess he's still pissed about that videotape... what the hell was on that thing?

Duff Cote d'Ivoire rushes down the rampway and slides into the ring. His fiance, Alexis Sharpcraft, followed behind Duff. She stays outside the ring and watches. Graham Cain and Dead End meet Duff immediately. There's no fighting yet. Duff begins to yell.

McDaniel: It seems Duff is asking Cain and Dead to get out of the way so he can have Matthew Engel.

Rentfro: That's like asking a soldier to put down his gun and let the enemy inside.

McDaniel: I don't know about that, the MoA isn't an army.

Rentfro: Yet.

Suddenly, Matthew speaks up.

McDaniel: Matt just said to let him through!

Rentfro: Here we go!

Cain and Dead step aside immediately, confident in their leader's abilities. El Rey and Fire have cleared the ring, along with Engel's tag partner, Circa. Duff charges in, but Matt is too quick as he steps aside and trips Duff down to the mat. Matt quickly locks Duff in an armbar and begins to slap the back of Duff's head. He's tormenting him, and humiliating him again.

McDaniel: This is just pathetic! Hasn't Duff been humiliated enough?

Rentfro: Apparently not because he's down here for more!

Matthew begins to lay punches into Duff, who keeps trying to power out of the armbar. Duff breaks it loose and slams his right fist into Matthew's stomach. Cain jumps a few steps, but Dead puts his arm out to hold back. Duff lands a left hook on Matt, and follows it up with a sharp knee. Duff tries for a DDT, but Matt slips out of it. Matt slams his fist into Duff's side, and quickly hits a sharp kick to Duff's face. Duff falls back down to the mat, holding his face. Matt lays down a few more stomps, but there's a rustle in the crowd.

McDaniel: Somebody just hopped the barricade with a chair!

Rentfro: HOLY SHIT! That's Scott Nash Strader!

McDaniel: Scott gets into the ring and...

*CRACK*

Rentfro: Scott nailed Matt over the back with that chair! That's gotta hurt!

McDaniel: But the glory only lasts so long as Cain and Dead immediately go after Scott.

Scott gets ready to defend himself as Cain and Dead come at him. Scott swings violently and connects with Cain's shoulder, and quickly shoves the chair in Dead's stomach. SNS tries to finish off Dead with a shot to the back, but Cain grabs Scott by the throat and tosses him into the corner with raw power. Cain charges the corner and slams his elbow into Scott's face. The chair that Scott used on Matt gets loose and falls to the mat in Duff's direction. Cain and Dead have Scott in the corner and they're going to town on him. Cain finishes off the wreckage with a running clothesline, slamming Scott back into the corner.

Rentfro: Duff begins to move about and he's...

McDaniel: He's got that chair in his hand! Cain and Dead are too busy with Scott to notice!

Duff rises to his feet with the chair in his hand. He raises it up, as Matthew Engel gets to a knee. Matt looks up and right before Duff swings, Matt points past Duff towards the other side of the ring. Duff takes a quick look over.

McDaniel: Oh my God... Impulse has Alexis in a chokehold! She's turning red! STOP IT MATT! STOP!

Rentfro: Did she really warrant this kind of torture?

Duff has a look of rage and sadness on his face. Impulse locks the choke in harder, and Alexis is struggling to breathe. Her body begins to lose life, as her face turns bright red. Duff looks at Matthew Engel, and then drops the chair. Cain and Dead turn around for a moment, and SNS escapes their grasp by rolling out of the ring. Duff backs away, slowly.

McDaniel: Let her go, Impulse! LET HER GO!

Impulse finally lets her go and she gasps for air, for life. Duff grabs her, giving her a hug. They both leave the ring and join Scott on the outside. Matthew stands up, the four MoA members standing in the ring. Duff, Scott, and Alexis return their glares, and disappear backstage.

McDaniel: That was pathetic.

Rentfro: A little overboard, I agree.. but there will be more to this as time goes by!  But we have to move on, so let's do so!

UFT Match #2
Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean O'Connor

Eric Emerson: The following contest is a first round match in the United Forces tournament!

Disturbed's "Meaning of Life" blasts over the PA system, and an explosion of pyro temporarily deafens the crowd. The smoke dissipates as Jason Jones emerges from behind the curtain, shaking out his arms and walking down the ramp to the ring, focused.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, he weighs in tonight at 265 pounds, and stands at 6 feet, 6 inches tall...

Jones stops halfway down the ramp, crossing his arms over his chest, and scouts the arena before letting out a loud yell and jumping up onto the ring apron. He grabs the top rope, pulling it down and stepping over it, and then stands in his corner, his arms out in a crucifix position.

Eric Emerson: From New Haven, Connecticut...JASON JONES!!

"Meaning of Life" dies, killing the houselights as it does so, all the while smoke beings pouring out from behind the curtain.

Eric Emerson: Next, hailing from Los Angeles, California...

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

~Dig deep down from Planet X, yeah~
~Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head~
~Step right up and feel the fire~
~Hardcore love of the never dead~

Nightmare steps out from behind the entrance curtain, his eyes hidden behind his trademark Gargoyle sunglasses, and his face covered in red warpaint. A blast from the rafters unleashes a rain of red pyro onto the stage as Nightmare holds his arms to the side, turning his face to the sky.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 280 pounds...

~Call me the American nightmare~
~Call me the American dream~
~Call me your soul corrupted~
~Call me everything you need~

Nightmare marches his way down the ramp, spotlights cutting through the audience before the brightest one settling on him. He slides under the bottom rope, rising to a knee as he slides off his Gargoyles, his eyes scanning the ring around him.

Eric Emerson: And stands at 6 feet, 8 inches tall...

Nightmare jumps up to his feet in the center of the ring, pumping his fist into the air as red pyro shoots from all four corner posts.

~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Who do you love, yeah~

Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!

The lights return as the music dies, and Wehali hands his Gargoyles off to a ringside attendant. A green spotlight focuses on the entrance curtain as the Irish National flag appears on the ADC-Tron, waving in an unknown breeze.

))You say it's because we're boisterous((
))You hate us 'cause we got our dignity((

The DropKick Murphys's "Never Alone" cues up as Sean O'Connor steps out from the curtain, his bleached-white dreadlocks pulled back behind his head, and then walks down the ring, not paying attention to anything around him.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time, he weighs in tonight at 148 pounds...

))We stand together, so proud and strong((
))This is a place where we belong((
))We got loyal friends, we keep our heads held high((

Eric Emerson: He stands at 5 feet, 7 inches tall, and hails originally from Dublin, Ireland...

Sean slides under the bottom rope and kips up to his feet, dropping his long grey trenchcoat down to the mat before hopping up onto the middle turnbuckle, surveying the arena.

Eric Emerson: He is one half of the O'Connor Boys...

))But the blood that runs right down your wrist((
))Don't come from a knife, but the cuts on your fist((

Sean jumps off of the turnbuckle and then backs into his corner, sliding off his sunglasses and showing a piercing glare directly towards Nightmare and Jones.

))Never alone...((
))The city streets are where we roam((
))Never alone...((
))This is Boston, it's our home((

Eric Emerson: SEAN O'CONNOR!!!

"Never Alone" dies, replaced by the opening drumming of John Bonham circa "Kashmir."

{Uh-huh, yeah}

Puff Daddy's "Come With Me" cues up, and Chamelion steps out from behind the curtain, the PWA Television title around his waist, and a grin on his face.

Eric Emerson: And finally, he weighs in tonight at 245 pounds, and stands at 6 feet, 4 inches tall...

{Hear my cries, hear my calls}
{Lend me your ears, see my falls}
{Know my error, know my faults}
{Time halts, see my loss}

Cham swaggers down the ramp, patting the center of the TV title with one hand as he points out into the crowd with the other. He stops at the bottom of the ramp, and turns his back to the ring, looking up towards the curtain one last time before quickly rolling under the bottom rope and sliding into the center of the ring.

{Know I'm lacking, back tracking}
{Where I met you, pistol packing}
{Itchy finger, trigger happy}
{Try to trap me, a bad rap}

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, he is the current PWA Television champion, and the former President of the Pioneer Wrestling Association...

Cham backs into his corner, taking off the TV title as he does so, and then holds it up high, showing it off to the world.

{Wire tap me, backstab me}
{Break the faith, fall from grace}
{Tell me lies, time flies}
{Close your eyes...and come with me...}

The familiar "Kashmir" riff soars over the PA system, and Cham jumps up onto the middle turnbuckle, holding the TV title high up over his head.

Eric Emerson: CHAMELION!!!

{Come with me}

Cham jumps back down to the ring, handing the TV title off to a ringside attendant, and "Come With Me" fades. The ref makes sure everybody's ready to go, and then calls for the bell.

**DING DING DING**

The match begins with Jones and Sean, as both men are eager to prove themselves to their partners.  Sean takes advantage early, working over Jones’ arm and twisting it nearly out of his socket. A quick tag to Chamelion and both men double team Jones, cutting him off in their corner.  Nightmare tries to enter, but the ref cuts him off and this allows Sean and Chamelion to do some major damage to Jones body!   

McDaniel: Excellent early tag team work by the team of Chamelion and Sean O’Connor.  

Rentfro: Ya know that Chamelion has been schooling Sean in how to be a GOOD tag team!  

With Chamelion now in the ring, he takes the fight to a new level by executing some high flying moves which wows the crowd, even going so far as to perform a shooting star press!  He covers for a two.  Pulling Jones up, Chamelion’s eyes go wide as he finds himself doubled over with a kick to the gut.  Jones then dives for Nightmare and makes the tag.   

McDaniel: Chamelion got too cocky! Jones breaks free and now Nightmare is in the match!  

Rentfro: It’s a different story with Nightmare, he can’t be double teamed so easily!  

Nightmare, vitalized races in and sends Chamelion down with three quick consecutive clotheslines, rattling the television champion.  Pulling him up, Nightmare crashes Chamelion to the canvas with a body slam and then a leg drop.  He tries for a cover but gets one.  

McDaniel: Too early to go for a pin on someone like Chamelion.  

Rentfro: Maybe, but each attempt makes Chamelion waste more energy to kick out!  

Both men back up and Chamelion ducks a swing and hits a reverse neck breaker and while Nightmare is down, brings Sean in with a quick tag.  Sean curb stomps Nightmare a few times, scoops him up and whips him into the corner.  Sean races in for a hard clothesline, but Nightmare avoids it and as Sean bounces out, Nightmare performs a sharp backbreaker and follows with a sunset flip into the turnbuckle.  

McDaniel: Nightmare is dominating Sean, teaching him a few things about who Nightmare is!  

Rentfro: Sean has a lot to learn, but he is a quick study. It’s just a shame these lessons have to hurt so much.  

Sean stumbles back, and Nightmare rolls him up for two.  Sean kicks out, but barely and Nightmare quickly follows with a headlock submission, intending to wear down Sean and make him pass out.  Chamelion in the corner slaps the turnbuckle to get Sean riled up, and after about a full minute Sean shakes and gets to his feet, elbows Nightmare twice and breaks the hold.  He runs to the ropes, bounces off but Nightmare launches forward and both men crash into each other!   

McDaniel: Both men down!  

Rentfro: It’s just a matter of which one can reach his corner first.  

The ref begins the ten count, and both men roll to their corners just before the ten and make hot tags!  The crowd roars as Jones and Chamelion rush in, and Chamelion ducks Jones attack, spins and out of no where connects with the Sweet Sound of Success!  He covers hooking the leg and scores the three count!  

Eric Emerson: Jason Jones has been eliminated!  

McDaniel: Out of the blue, just like that Chamelion scores the pin on Jones! WOW!  

Rentfro: Just goes to show you how fast the Devious one can stack the deck! It’s now two against one in their favor!  

Chamelion jumps up and sees Nightmare and Sean still trying to get their bearings.  Quickly, he goes over and checks on Sean to see if he’s okay, while keeping one eye on Nightmare.  Once Sean is up and nods he’s okay, Chamelion tags out and tells Sean to finish the job.  Sean quickly heads over and pulls Nightmare back into the ring.  Sean impresses the crowd by executing an atomic drop, followed by a short arm clothesline, and goes for the pin, but only gets two.  

McDaniel: I don’t think it was wise for Chamelion to waste time to get Sean back into the match, he may have been able to take Nightmare out during that lull.  

Rentfro: Yet, in this case, with Sean in the ring and Chamelion fresh, they have that advantage!  

Smirking at Chamelion for approval, Sean has his head turned as he pulls Nightmare up and that’s his mistake.  Nightmare breaks the hold and punches Sean not once, not twice, but three times sending him against the ropes.  With a whip, Sean is sent careening across the ring, comes back and a drop kick takes him out!  Nightmare then flips to his feet, gives Chamelion his own grin and scoops Sean up and hits the Broken Arrow !  Nightmare covers, but it’s broken up by Chamelion!   

McDaniel: VERY CLOSE! Rookie mistake by Sean to turn his attention away from Nightmare.  

Rentfro: Chamelion made the save, but will it be enough!?  

As the ref tries to push Chamelion back out of the ring, Nightmare growls and picks Sean up for another Broken Arrow , but the count down has begun!  Nightmare wraps Sean up, as the buzzer sounds and Chamelion breaks past the ref, now legally in the match and hits the Sweet Sound of Success on Nightmare!   

McDaniel: It’s two on one now! Nightmare is going to have to pull a rabbit out of his hat here to win!  

Rentfro: He may have to go so far as to pull one out of his ass, what with the competition he has to contend with!  

Nightmare falls hard, rolling part way out of the ring and Chamelion drags Sean to his corner.  Chamelion turns and goes after Nightmare, picking him up and turning him over for a Tombstone Piled river.  However, Nightmare reverses the move and goes to send Chamelion to the canvas, when Sean takes out Nightmare’s leg!  Nightmare drops Chamelion and stumbles to the corner.  Sean runs in for a splash, hitting it perfectly.  As Nightmare falters from the corner, Sean hits a kick to his midsection, wraps his arms around Nightmare’s waist and lifts him up for a power bomb.  Nightmare, however, slips free, lands in front of Sean and hits one uppercut, then a kick to the stomach and achieves another Broken Arrow , this time he gets the three count!  

Eric Emerson: Sean O’Connor has been eliminated!  

McDaniel: How did he do that! After the earlier super kick, Nightmare still keeps his wits about him!  

Rentfro: It’s one on one now, but does Nightmare have anything left!?  

As Nightmare slowly stands, his energy depleted, he turns right into the Sweet Sound of Success by Chamelion!  Chamelion drops and covers and the ref counts three!  

McDaniel: It’s over!!! Chamelion strikes with another wicked fast kick!  

Rentfro: Still, Nightmare put up a hell of a showing and no shame in losing in this match!  

Jumping up, Chamelion raises his arm in victory, but the referee suddenly pulls it down, pointing that Nightmare had his left arm under the bottom rope!  

McDaniel: What?  Brian, did you see his arm there under the ropes at all?  

Rentfro: Honestly, I can’t say, but the ref must have seen it, and it takes away Chamelion’s win! He’s going to have to put another nail in Nightmare’s coffin to finish the job!  

Chamelion blinks, shocked, because he could swear he’d had Nightmare wrapped up better then that!  He turns to the ref, angrily arguing the point!  As they argue, Nightmare wobbles to his feet and stumbles towards Chamelion.  However, sensing his presence, Chamelion whiles and lashes out with another Sweet Sound of Success!  Nightmare ducks the kick and as Chamelion drops back to his own two feet, Nightmare grabs him from behind and hits a back cracker!   

McDaniel: OUCH! That’s a wicked move!  

Rentfro: And Nightmare is fighting exhaustion as well as Chamelion now, so it’s back to two on one in a way!  

With Chamelion down hard, Nightmare hurries over and mounts the top turnbuckle. He measures and sails with a frog splash attempt, but Chamelion gets his knees up and the impact takes Nightmare’s breath away! He rolls painfully as Chamelion rights himself.  Shaking his head to clear the dizziness, Chamelion watches Nightmare get to his feet and then rushes in and spears Nightmare hard, taking him down!  Grinning wickedly, Chamelion signals to the crowd it’s over.  He picks up Nightmare and hooks him up for the Mimic (Nightmare’s Broken Arrow ).  Nightmare slips his arms free at the last second, grabs Chamelion’s legs and pulls him off his center of balance.  As Chamelion lands on his back, Nightmare holds the legs and flips over him, locking Chamelion into a pin and the ref slaps the canvas three times!  

DING DING DING!  

Eric Emerson: Chamelion has been eliminated!  The winners of the match, and advancing in the United Forces Tournament… Nightmare and Jason Jones!  

McDaniel: What a reversal! Nightmare’s quick thinking gets the win!  

Rentfro: I gotta admit, that was one hell of a match!  

As Nightmare gets his arm raised in victory, Chamelion stands and blinks a few times, breathing heavily.  Both men look at each other, and Chamelion sighs, shrugs and extends his hand.  The two shake and the crowd responds with a roar of approval.  Chamelion exits the ring while Nightmare celebrates for a few.  

McDaniel: They indeed put on a hell of a wrestling match, these two… maybe someday we’ll see them go one on one and we’ll find out who the better man is.  

Rentfro: Now that will be a main event match!  Speaking of, our next match is the main event of the evening!

UFT Match #3
Corey Lazarus & Kumquat Kid vs. Mr. Hardcore & Doshky

The cameras focus on Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro at ringside, shuffling their papers of tonight's schedule around, as well as whatever plugs for sponsors they need to make.

McDaniel: And already tonight, folks, we've seen the first two matches in the United Forces Tournament's opening round, and a pair of interesting results, to say the least.

Rentfro: It seems that these odd rules for the tournament, with the random pairings and the initial tag period and all that, might be a hindrance to most of the PWA's roster.

McDaniel: I'll agree with you there, Brian, but there are perhaps two men, and they're the only two men that I know of on the PWA roster, that have experience in a United Forces Tournament, and they are Malcolm West and former PWA World champion Corey Lazarus.

Rentfro: It's just too bad that experience with these odd rules didn't help them last week at A Farewell To Arms, haha!

McDaniel: Yeah...let's hand it over to Eric Emerson for the announcements.

Eric Emerson: The following contest has a 20-minute time limit, and an initial tag period of 5 minutes, and is a first round match-up of the United Forces Tournament!

From over the PA system comes Mr. Hardcore's voice, screaming.

Mr. Hardcore: MR. HARDCORE!!

D-12's "Fight Music" starts cranking, filling the arena for a few moments.

 

=Artist with a bomb=
=Strapped to my stomach, screaming...=
=LET'S GET IT ON=

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he weighs in tonight at 230 pounds...

Four streams of red pyro shoot off from the ramp three different times, and Mr. Hardcore marches out from behind the entrance curtain, peaking out at the ring from under his black hoodie. He storms down the ramp, fists already clenched, and then rolls into the ring, sliding his hoodie off as he rises to his feet.

Eric Emerson: And stands at 6 feet even...

Hardcore steps into the center of the ring, leaning back a little bit, and smirks, holding his arms out to the sides as the fans reply with jeers.

Eric Emerson: MR. HARDCORE!!

"Fight Music" is cut off as the lights in the arena turn red, and Rammstein's "Amerika" cues up. Grainy old footage of people wrestling in a makeshift ring beneath a circus tent is shown on the ADC-Tron, cut off as the pace of the song picks up. Out from behind the curtain stomps Moke Doshky, running a hand over his beard.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, hailing from Bonn, Germany, he weighs in tonight at 425 pounds...

Doshky pays no attention to the heckling fans, some with posters of the German flag with a circle and slash over it, and others with ones that read similar to "PHOENIX IS RETIRED (DOSHKY SHOULD JOIN HIM)" as he walks calmly down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: He stands at 6 feet, 10 inches tall, and is a former PWA World Tag Team champion, he is...

Moke grabs the top rope from the floor, pulling himself onto the apron, and then steps over the top and into the ring. He shoots a glare at Hardcore as the houselights return to normal, and then casually walks over to his corner, adjusting his wristbands.

Eric Emerson: MOKE DOSHKY!!!

Again, the fans boo, and "Amerika" dies, along with the houselights. An old fashioned, black and white film countdown scrolls on the ADC-Tron, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.

 


!!BOOM!!

A single blast of pyro shakes the arena, setting off the 11 snare hits that leads into the heavy part of "The Ecstasy of Gold," as covered by Metallica. A spotlight shines on the entrance curtain, and out walks Corey Lazarus, the red t-shirt given to him earlier by Kumquat Kid draped over his shoulder where normally his white towel would be.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time...

Corey's eyes remain 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 230 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 Shoulderbreaker 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 standing at 6-foot-1...

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, shoo'ing away both Moke Doshky and Mr. Hardcore, 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. Just as soon as the image is focused on, it is replaced by a lime green screen. A floating kumquat bounces into the center of the frame, and, suddenly, the eyes and mouth of one Ryan Lewis appear on it, screaming in his shrill voice...

 

HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAY!!!

Orange pyro shoots off from the four corner posts, startling the three men waiting in the ring, and the Aquabats' "Look at Me, I'm a Winner" cues up as Ryan Lewis jumps out from behind the curtain, running in place and looking from side to side with a wide, goofy smile. He points down to the ring, and then charges forth, slapping a few high-five's along the way.

Eric Emerson: Introducing last, he hails from Dade City, Florida, and weighs in tonight at 200 pounds...

Lewis leaps up onto the apron, holding the top rope, and then paces back and forth, trying to decide between the post with the ringsteps or the one without. He stops in the middle, shrugs, and then looks all around, his smile never fading.

Kumquat Kid: VIVA LA KUMQUAT!!

Fans: VIVA LA KUMQUAT!!!

Eric Emerson: Standing at 6 feet even, he is a former PWA Grizzly Beer champion, he is...

Lewis springboards onto the top rope, turning himself around so that his back is to the ring in the process, and then backflips off, landing on his feet in the center of the ring. Corey has to jump out of the way to avoid being hit by Lewis, but KK doesn't care, and just holds his arms up into the air as he jumps up and down, turning to all sides of the crowd.

Eric Emerson: "THE KUMQUAT KID" RYAN LEWIS!!!

"Look at Me, I'm a Winner" dies down, and the referee calmly explains the rules to Lewis, Lazarus, Hardcore, and Doshky, and then directs all four men to their respective corners. The ref signals for the bell, and Emerson takes a seat in his position, tapping the timekeeper on the shoulder before pointing to the ref.

 

**DING DING DING**

Corey steps into the center of the ring as Kumquat looks on, a little confused, but he then shrugs his shoulders and steps onto the apron. Corey tosses the red t-shirt Lewis gave him into his corner and stretches his limbs out, jogging in place, as Doshky and Hardcore just bicker back and forth over who should start the match.

McDaniel: And already tonight, in this unique tournament, we've seen some exciting matches, and this one promises to be just as surprising as the others.

Rentfro: Indeed! I may give him credit when he's due, but have I told you about how great it's going to feel when Corey Lazarus gets bested by two men he considers complete jokes?

McDaniel: Impariality called. She misses you.

The referee goes over to make sure that MH and Doshky are aware of the rules, but the two continue to bicker. He shrugs, and then starts the count as Corey looks on, amused by it all.

Ref: 1!
2!
3!

Doshky shoves Hardcore out of the ring via between the top and middle ropes, and MH saves himself from landing on the floor by grasping ahold of the top rope, landing on his ass on the apron. He pulls himself to his feet and goes to enter the ring, but the referee gets in his face, warning him of the possible disqualification.

McDaniel: And it looks like Mr. Hardcore needs to be reminded of the rules already, and the match is only a few seconds old.

Rentfro: Well, with a name like that, I don't think you earn a living by abiding by all of the rules and regulations.

Corey readies himself as Doshky slowly turns, and then immediately attacks the big man with a pair of forearms to the skull as the fans pop. Doshky, slightly dazed, makes it easy for Laz to whip him into the ropes. Corey leapfrogs over the behemoth, and Moke rebounds off of the opposite set of ropes. Corey drops down, trying to trip him up, but Moke steps over him, hitting the ropes again. Corey feigns a dropkick attempt, but Moke holds on to the top rope, and Lazarus lands on his feet. Doshky charges with a clothesline attempt, but Corey ducks under it, hooking his arm before swinging his legs over, wrapping them around his other arm, and then dragging him down with a crucifix pin.

1!

Rentfro: Ha! Only a 1-count!

McDaniel: Doshky kicks out with authority, and it looks as if Mr. Hardcore can't wait to get right into the ring.

Corey rolls away as Doshky fires back to his feet, and Lazarus just barely dodges a huge right hook by the big man. Moke turns around with the momentum, and then knocks Corey down with a backhand punch to the side of the head. Lazarus collapses, grabbing the side of his head, and then rolls out of the ring, taking a few steps towards his corner to catch his breath. Moke backs up into his corner to converse with Strickland on the outside, and Mr. Hardcore uses this opportunity to tag himself in. The ref acknowledges the tag, and Hardcore charges towards Corey. Lazarus ducks down to avoid any top� attempt, but Hardcore slides under the bottom rope, reeling back his right hand. Corey stands up and turns, only to get knocked flat on his back with a huge right hook.

McDaniel: And the action has already spilled to the outside, which is not where most would like to find themselves!

Rentfro: And then there's Mr. Hardcore, who lives in PHILLY, so if anybody knows his way around the outside of a ring, it's him.

McDaniel: Don't forget that Corey Lazarus has been in several hardcore brawls of his own.

Rentfro: So have Kumquat Kid and Moke Doshky, but I don't see you sticking up for them!

Ref: 1!
2!
3!

Kumquat Kid readies himself on the apron as MH puts the boots to Corey, and then Hardcore looks up, only to be met with a flying dropkick off of the apron by Lewis. MH flies back into the ringsteps from the impact, and KK lands on his feet, quickly jumping back onto the apron.

McDaniel: And a missle dropkick off of the apron neutralizes Mr. Hardcore!

Rentfro: The ref tries to disqualify Mr. Hardcore for just trying to get into the ring earlier, but that happens and he doesn't do anything about it? I call shenanigans!

Ref: 4!
5!

Corey slides into the ring as Hardcore rolls in, and both men get to their feet at the same time. KK begins jumping up and down on the apron, begging for a tag. Corey looks over to him, and then back at Hardcore as he walks into the middle of the ring, holding up both fists, ready to fight. Laz shrugs, and then goes to tag Lewis in, but then turns around and charges Mr. Hardcore, taking him down with a double kneelift to the chest that sends him back into his corner. KK looks on, confused, and Corey takes a quick bow as fans chant.

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

Corey gets back to his feet, holding his arms out to his sides, and then turns around, basking in the adulation. Doshky grabs MH's wrist and then forces a tag, stepping into the ring quick. Doshky connects with a running shoulderblock that sends Corey down to the mat - HARD - before bringing the former World champion back to his feet.

McDaniel: And it looks like Corey just ran head-on into a brick wall!

Moke whips Laz into the ropes, and then lifts him up high above his head, dropping him throat-first across the top rope. Corey bounces off, grabbing his throat, and then crawls away into his corner, tagging in Kumquat Kid. The fans cheer again as the former Grizzly Beer champion steps into the ring, and Lazarus rolls onto the apron, catching his breath as he pulls himself to his feet.

Fans: VIVA LA KUMQUAT!! **clap, clap, clapclapclap** VIVA LA KUMQUAT!! **clap, clap, clapclapclap**

Rentfro: Oh man, I'm really starting to dislike these fans and their so-called "clever" chants.

McDaniel: Like it or not, these fans keep us in business, so they can cheer for whoever they want, whenever they want.

Rentfro: Whatever you say, you cowboy hat-wearing video game announcer.

McDaniel: I don't wear a cowboy hat...

Lewis dances a little bit in place as Moke looks on, unamused, and then the two circle each other. Moke rushes in for a tie-up, but Kumquat ducks under his arms and nails a pair of forearms to the kidneys before backing off. He laughs a little as Doshky turns, rubbing his lower back, and Lewis just dances a little bit more in place. Moke goes in for another tie-up, but Lewis ducks under his arms again, this time nailing a mid-dropkick to Moke's lower back, sending him chest-first into a neutral corner. Doshky turns and Lewis charges in, but Moke catches his Corner Avalanche attempt and slams him down with a massive spinebuster.

Rentfro: BAM! He shook the ring with that one!

McDaniel: Massive spinebuster from Moke Doshky, and the cover...

Moke drops down and hooks a leg.

1!

2!!

The Kumquat Kid kicks out right after 2, and Moke simply ignores any amount of frustration he may have, standing up. He stomps on Ryan's ribs, and then grabs a handful of his hair, ripping him off of the canvas and to his feet.

McDaniel: The ref warning Moke to let go of Lewis's hair.

Rentfro: And Doshky with a few huge right hands...

Corey claps his hands, cheering on Lewis from the apron, and Moke whips him into the ropes. KK ducks a big boot attempt, and hits the ropes again. Moke turns around, but Kumquat leaps up, looking for a hurricanrana.

Rentfro: Ha! Did you see that? Doshky reversed the hurricanrana into a powerbo...!

McDaniel: The Kumquat Kid flips over and lands on his feet, off the ropes...SPINNING HEEL KICK SENDS DOSHKY DOWN!!

Doshky pulls himself to his feet with the ropes, and Lewis nails a running Yakuza Kick that nearly sends him over the top rope, but Moke uses his weight to keep himself in the ring. KK hits the ropes, looking for another one, but Doshky grabs him by the foot, spins him around, and then levels him with a lariat. He lifts Lewis back to his feet, whips him into the corner, and then charges in with a big corner clothesline. Mr. Hardcore reaches forward and tags himself in, and the ref acknowledges it as Moke looks on, displeased.

Ref: Get out of the ring! 1! 2! 3!

Hardcore grabs KK by the wrist and twists his arm before driving an elbow into his shoulder, dropping him to a knee. Lewis slaps his shoulder to get the feeling into it, and Hardcore takes this opportunity to nail a few soccer kicks to KK's ribs. Lewis gasps for air, the wind knocked out of him, and Hardcore drives his elbow into Kumquat's shoulder again.

Rentfro: And Mr. Hardcore showing off his technical abilities here, folks.

MH looks over at Laz and then gives him the middle finger, trying to draw him into the ring, but nothing happens. Corey just looks on, studying the match itself.

McDaniel: It's as if Hardcore is simply in this match to draw the ire of Corey Lazarus.

Rentfro: Well, when you're in a match with the former World champion, that suddenly makes him the biggest dog in the yard, so of course you try to take him out, even if it's just mentally.

Eric Emerson: 1 minute remains of the initial tag period!

Rentfro: Wow...that was the shortest 5 minutes of my life!

Mr. Hardcore whips Kumquat into the ropes, and then goes for a back body drop, but Kumquat kicks him in the jaw. Hardcore's head pops up, and Lewis whips him into the ropes himself. Hardcore rebounds, and KK lifts him up with a flapjack, slamming him face and chest-first to the canvas. He rolls Hardcore over and hooks a leg, but MH kicks out before the ref can even slap the mat the first time. Lewis brings MH to his feet and whips him into his corner, and Corey holds up his hands to show that he's staying away from him. KK scoops Mr. Hardcore up and then locks him in the corner in a Tree of Woe, backing up to the center of the ring and facing Moke. Laz holds MH's legs still, and Lewis cups his hands around his mouth, a human megaphone.

Kumquat Kid: VIVA LA KUMQUAT!!

Lewis turns around and charges towards MH, leaping forward with a dropkick right to his crotch. He gets back to his feet and pulls Hardcore off of the ropes, climbing up top himself. Corey tags KK's shin and then steps into the ring. Kumquat, oblivious, flies off of the top rope with a backflip, coming down with his chest across Mr. Hardcore's.

Ref: Alright, I saw the tag! 1! 2!

Lewis, confused, backs up to the ropes and then steps out onto the apron as Laz measures the now-rising Mr. Hardcore.

Eric Emerson: 10! 9! 8!

Mr. Hardcore rises to his feet, holding his ribs, and faces Kumquat. He then turns, his face showing surprise as Corey leaps forward, drilling him with an incredible stiff leaping Enziguri.

Eric Emerson: 7! 6!

McDaniel: End Credits! Laz hit the End Credits!

Corey quickly covers Mr. Hardcore, hooking both of his legs as the ref drops down for the count.

1!

Eric Emerson: 5! 4!

2!!

Eric Emerson: 3! 2!

Moke sticks his foot into the ring, and then charges into the ring towards his being-pinned partner.

3!!!

Eric Emerson: 1!

 

**DING**

Moke's too late, but he dives atop Lazarus anyway, hammering him with clubbing rights and lefts. Mr. Hardcore, crushed beneath the two, can only gasp for whatever air he can manage to pull into his lungs.

Rentfro: And now Moke's all by himself, which may actually be to his complete advantage!

McDaniel: How so?

Eric Emerson: The Initial Tag Period is over, and Mr. Hardcore has been eliminated! All remaining competitors in the match may now enter!

Rentfro: Well, before Emerson so rudely interrupted me with that obvious announcement, I was going to say that Moke may be more dangerous now, because now he's cornered via the numbers game. He's going to be on an adrenaline rush, and you don't want a man who weighs roughly what you AND your partner weigh COMBINED going crazy in the middle of the ring, with only the two of you as potential victims.

Kumquat leaps over the top rope and nails a somersault senton across Doshky's back, causing him to roll off of Corey. Mr. Hardcore rolls out of the ring, collapsing into a heap as he gasps for breath, holding the back of his head. Lazarus reaches the ropes, trying to pull himself to his feet, and reveals a fresh gash just above his left eyebrow.

McDaniel: And Laz is busted open!

Lewis runs in and stomps on Moke, grabbing the behemoth by the mohawk to bring him to his feet. Lazarus pulls himself up to his feet in the corner, wiping blood from his brow, and KK whips Moke into the opposite corner. He charges in with his arms raised for a double axehandle, but Doshky boots him in the gut, sending him back and dropping to all-four's, trying to find where the wind went that was knocked out of him.

Rentfro: See? Doshky's not to be counted out, not in the least.

Doshky steps out from the corner, and Lazarus charges, using the bent-over Kumquat Kid as a springboard. He leaps off of KK's back, delivering a flying back elbow to Doshky that sends him back into the corner, while Corey has to grab ahold of the top rope to prevent himself from flying out of the ring. Corey throws a high roundhouse kick to Doshky's head, dazing him, and then tries to lift him onto the top rope.

McDaniel: Air Hollywood lands successfully! Corey looking to get something going with Doshky on the top...

Rentfro: But Moke fires back with a double axehandle, and...MOKEY SQUASH!! MOKEY SQUASH!!

Moke lifts Corey up into his patented Bearhug, carelessly whipping him around like a ragdoll while squeezing the air out. Kumquat gets up, and then hits a few kicks to Moke's knee, trying to break it up, but Doshky just boots KK away, wrenching it in even tighter.

Rentfro: Haha, yes! Moke's got the Mokey Squash locked in firmly! It's only a matter of time before Corey has to tap!

Corey refuses to tap, barely able to even muster the energy to lift his hand up, and Moke then drops him to the mat on his feet. Doshky quickly lifts Lazarus high above his head with a Gorilla Press, and then drops him face-first across his knee. Lazarus flies off from the impact, and Doshky immediately covers, hooking both legs.

McDaniel: Blitzkrieg! 1!

Rentfro: 2!!

Kumquat dives in with a leaping elbow drop for the save...

3!!!

**DING**

Eric Emerson: Corey Lazarus has been eliminated!

McDaniel: This just leaves a former Tag champion, and one of the biggest men to ever set foot in a PWA ring, and the former Grizzly Beer champion...

Rentfro: I have to say that I don't think that the odds are exactly in Ryan Lewis's favor right now!

Lewis kicks away at Doshky, but Moke just catches a kick and then lifts Ryan up, nailing a massive spinebuster.

Rentfro: Haha! It looks like Doshky has this one right in his pocket!

Moke crosses his arms in front of his chest, and then quickly throws them apart towards either of his sides, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He then points up to the air as he walks over to the corner, while Kumquat scrambles on the mat, holding his lower back.

McDaniel: And Doshky's going up top...

Moke steps off of KK as the ref checks on him, and then holds an arm up in the air, victorious.  Lewis suddenly rolls into the corner, behind Doshky, and forces himself up, shaking the top rope. Moke gets crotched, his eyes piercing the crowd with sudden stabbing pain in his nethers, and KK drops to a knee, catching his breath.

McDaniel: And it didn't quite work out as well as Moke wanted!

Rentfro: That's...that's gotta be illegal somehow, right?

McDaniel: Even if it were, a United Forces match after the initial tag period is no DQ!

Ryan grabs Moke by the back of the head and pulls him back, locking on an inverted front facelock. He gets ahold of the waistband of Doshky's tights, and then gives him a vicious high-angle inverted DDT back to the mat. Lewis, riding the adrenaline rush, pops back to his feet and points to the sky, climbing the corner and turning around once up top.

Rentfro: And Moke's in for it now!

Kumquat stands up straight, gives a quick salute to a fan in the front row wearing a "VIVA LA KUMQUAT" shirt, and then leaps off high into the sky, bringing his arms and legs in quick before shoving them back out for added velocity, slamming down across Moke's torso with his own.

McDaniel: FIVE ALIVE FROG SPLASH!!

1!

2!!

3!!!

**DING DING DING**

Rentfro: One can only wonder why Moke went up top when he had the match won on his feet.

McDaniel: Good question, Brian.

Kumquat raises his arms up as "Look at Me, I'm a Winner" comes back up on the PA system. He rolls out of the ring and quickly checks on Corey, who seems surprised that Lewis could pull it off.

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, and advancing to the second round of the United Forces tournament, the team of "THE KUMQUAT KID" RYAN LEWIS and COREY LAZARUS!!!

McDaniel: Ryan and Corey advance in what was a tremendous match!!! 

Rentfro: I guess so.  Glad it's over though! I need a drink!

McDaniel: Sheesh, you are never impressed! Well folks, that about wraps it up for Rampage, We'll see you.........  

Suddenly "Whatever you Became" by Cold hits and the PWA World Champion, Mark McNasty,  saunters out.  

McDaniel: What is McNasty doing back out here?   

Rentfro: Not sure, just wanting more air time, I guess.  

As he walks down the ramp, his music fades and "Breathe" by  Taproot takes over and Jamie Flynn comes out and heads down the ramp a few steps behind McNasty.  

McDaniel: Ok, now I’m lost!  

Rentfro: Wouldn’t be the first time.  These two are teaming together next week, and they’re likely out here to show some unity!  

As the two men get into the ring, McNasty demands a microphone.  He pats his world title that lays over his shoulder and raises the mic up.  

McNasty: I could stand here and really talk up how I put Phoenix out of the PWA for good, but I covered that on PWA Radio!  Instead, I want to hype the PWA’s dream team of the World and IC champions!  See, this United Forces Tournament was supposed to be a random draw, but how much luckier could I get to have the PWA’s own IC Champion as my partner!?  

He grins to Flynn who just nods back solemnly.  

McNasty: And we’re going all the way and adding the PWA Tag-team titles to our collection, be damned the PWA’s rules on titles!  But the problem is, we only know one half of the team we’re facing next week, and that’s Raizzor.  Now, I’ve already proven I’m better then Raizzor, so that’s going to be an easy ride…. But Flynn and I demand to know who his partner is!   

Flynn takes the mic away from McNasty.  

Flynn: It’s simple.  We’re the two best in the PWA today, and Raizzor has to acknowledge this.  Hiding who his partner is, is a childish act, and far beneath his supposed abilities.  So, Raizzor, are you going to hide back there, or be a man and give us an  answer?  

Suddenly Dead Man Walking begins and the crowd roars as Raizzor steps out onto the ramp.  Attired in his business suit, Raizzor walks calmly down to the ring and steps over the tope rope to join McNasty and Flynn in the ring.  A tech offers him another microphone and he stares at the two across from him silently for a moment until the crowd noise settles.  

Raizzor: First, allow me to offer my congratulations to you two.  Flynn, you came back and quickly rose to the top here in the PWA, and I expect you will carry that IC title with honor.  McNasty.  I don’t like you, not one bit.  You’re constant egotistical comments over one lucky win over me has not gone unheard.  It pleases me that I will now have a chance to rectify this matter in little over a week’s time.  But I will offer you a sincere congratulatory nod on your victory over the Phoenix .  I won’t miss him, not one bit.  

He pauses, and McNasty holds his world title up, mocking Raizzor a bit as well as accepting his praise.  Raizzor continues.,  

Raizzor: You’re both correct, you deserve to know who my partner is for next week!  I can tell you one thing, he is a former PWA superstar… he’s graced this ring on more then one occasion.  He’s held titles, and he knows the both of you rather well.  In fact, he can’t wait to get a shot at you, McNasty…  

McNasty raises an eyebrow, but before he can react, a man in a baseball cap jumps the guardrail at ringside and slides into the ring. He jumps up and as McNasty turns in shock, the man spears McNasty and begins pummeling him before jumping up and ripping his cap off.  

McDaniel: HOLY HELL…  

Rentfro: It’s Gabe Shelley!

Gabe picks McNasty up and throws him clear out of the ring and slides out to throw him into the side railing. Flynn begins to move towards the ropes, but he keeps one eye on Raizzor, expecting the other half of the team to come after him.  Raizzor shakes his head.  

Raizzor: Flynn, I’m sorry, but while Shelly there has a lot of history with McNasty… he’s not my partner…  

Flynn turns on Raizzor, glaring at the trickery, when another man comes up from under the ring and slides in quickly. He hits a standing drop kick to the back of Flynn’s head and as he begins to stomp away on the ambushed Flynn, the announcers are again shocked.  

Rentfro: Well I’ll be…………  

McDaniel: That’s Nick Matthews, the man Flynn beat to take away the PWA Television championship over four months ago!!  

Raizzor again sighs, a slight grin on his face but then the crowd erupts in tremendous volume and this time the announcers are knocked off their seat.   

Rentfro: It can’t be!

McDaniel: T-WOLF!

Indeed, T-Wolf charges the ring and enters it without breaking speed.  He rips Nick off of Flynn and clotheslines him over the top rope!  Nick lands and quickly calls to Gabe and the two men make a beeline for the top of the ramp!  McNasty crawls back into the ring, pissed off, as T-Wolf helps Flynn to his feet.  

Rentfro: T-Wolf with the save for his SiD team member!  I didn’t even know he was in the arena!  

McDaniel: So which is Raizzor’s partner? Shelly or Matthews??  

Rentfro: I don’t know!!! I do know they both have unfinished business with Flynn and McNasty, so either one will make for a great team member with Raizzor.  

Up on the ramp, Shelly has a mic.  

Shelly: McNasty!  This is just a warning!  I want what you have and I am putting forth the challenge here and now for Summer Sizzler! You, Me, and that PWA World Title of yours!  I don’t care how far you make it in the tourney, I want my shot!  

He hands the mic to Matthews.  

Nick: And you, Flynn!  I owe you big time, and I want my fair shot at redemption!  Think you’re ready to put that IC title up for grabs? Same night? Summer Sizzler?  Got the guts… then meet me in the ring!!!  

The two men raise their middle fingers, laugh and move backstage while T-Wolf and Flynn have words and Raizzor and McNasty glare at each other.   

Raizzor: Oh, I’m sorry fellas, I never did answer your question, did I?  

Flynn turns to Raizzor as McNasty takes a menacing step forward, and the two stop as T-Wolf backs up a few paces to stand next to Raizzor.  

Raizzor: Allow me to introduce my tag-team partner for the United Forces Tournament; T-Wolf!  

The eruption of the crowd is barely drowned out as McDaniel and Rentfro gasp into their headsets.  Flynn blinks in surprise and McNasty shakes his head, as T-Wolf shrugs with a grin on his face and Raizzor hands him the mic.  

T-Wolf: Surprise!  

McDaniel: T-Wolf?? Back in the PWA!!

Rentfro: The stakes just went up in their match next week, and that doesn’t bold well for Flynn and McNasty  

McDaniel: Raizzor and T-Wolf?? That has to be one hell of a Dream Team!   

Flynn and McNasty exit the ring, still unsure of what to make of this new situation.  The crowd is roaring at the announcement and Raizzor and T-Wolf are left standing in the ring.. T-Wolf with a grin and Raizzor staring darkly at the retreating McNasty.   

McDaniel: We’re out of time folks… next week, the second half of the first round of the United Forces Tournament will take place…. And it’s going to be huge!   

Rentfro: Hell yeah! Come on, not only T-Wolf… but the return of Project X AND Nightstryker!  What more can a wrestling fan hope for!  I can’t wait!  

McDaniel: And hopefully we’ll hear more from Gabe Shelley and Nick Matthews on their bids to challenge for the top two titles in the company!  G’night everyone!

 

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