"Lions, Tigers, and Chairs - Oh My" 
August 1st, 2008
Live on from the New Orleans Arena in New Orleans, LA 

As Rampage opens, we find ourselves in the makeshift office of the current President of the PWA, Michael ‘Raizzor’ Sommers.  With him, is his brother Chamelion, who has a pen in his hand, signing something on the desk.  

Chamelion: “There!”  

Chamelion taps the pen at the end of his signature, stands and caps it with his Cheshire smile in place.  Raizzor picks up the paperwork, scans it quick and nods.  

Raizzor: “I guess that’s it, Little Brother.  I must say, I’m relieved.”  

Chamelion: “I know.  I also like how the Board of Directors has allowed me a touch of leniency, not that I deserved it for what happened before.”  

Raizzor: “I spoke to them, explained to them that while we may be in control of the PWA, at least we show up every week. We don’t fade in and out, like some of the superstars.  Because of this, they awarded us that leniency.”  

Smirking, Chamelion holds out his hand, and Raizzor actually smiles in return as he steps around the desk.  Chamelion then walks around the other side and plops down into the leather chair.  

Chamelion: “Ah, feels great to be ‘home’!”  

Nodding, Raizzor clears his throat.  

Raizzor: “Now that you’re back in charge, Mr. President.  Since I put together some stuff for you, will you be so kind as to return the favor?”  

Chamelion: “If you mean who I think you mean, Bro, it all depends on if he makes it past tonight.”  

Raizzor’s lips rise a little.  

Raizzor: “Is that so?”  

He turns and walks out of the office, and Chamelion cracks his knuckles and looks to the camera.  

Chamelion: “Okay, boys and girls, time to shape up.  The Most Devious SOB is BACK!”

Nick Matthews vs. Jacob Collins vs. Kyle Stevenson

McDaniel: Ya here that, Brian? Ya gotta shape up now! Chamelion is back being the President of the PWA!

Rentfro: I'm SO Scared! Come on, we have matches to call!

Eric Emerson: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a special triple threat match!  Nick Matthews, already slated to face Jamie Flynn at Summer Sizzler must first prove his position, by winning this match. Should he fail to do so, the winner will be added to his match at the PPV for the Intercontinental Championship!  Introducing first, Jacob Collins!  

Cells begins on the arena speakers and Collins walks calmly down to the ring.  

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, Kyle Stevenson.  

Stevenson walks out, looking around, nodding to the fans before sprinting to the ring.  

Eric Emerson: And their opponent, he is the current #1 contender to the PWA IC title, Nick Matthews!  

With a grin and rubbing his hands together, Nick Matthews feels confident to prove himself in this match and he marches down to the ring, stepping inside and looking to his opponents with a focused eye.  

Rentfro: I don’t like this, Matthews is getting shafted with this set up.  

McDaniel: Not necessarily.  It’s a chance to prove to the nay sayers that he deserves the chance to compete for the IC title.  

Rentfro: Yeah, well… hey, what’s Collins doing?  

In the ring, Collins grabs the mic from Eric Emerson.  

Collins: Actually, there’s been a change of plans.  I had a talk with my Uncle Mark, and we both decided that it wasn’t in my best interest to chase after such a coveted title just yet, that I needed more seasoning.  I’m a modest man, and I agree.  So, I went and I asked someone else, if they’d like a shot.  Someone who previously held the I.C. championship, and someone who, while here mostly for a paycheck… was open to the idea of turning the PWA on it’s ear.  Ladies and Gentleman, the third and final man in this contest tonight…..NIGHTSTRYKER!  

Rentfro: Now this really isn’t fair!  

McDaniel: Nick and Kyle certainly didn’t prepare for this!  

DING! DING! DING!  

Looking at each other, Nick and Kyle turn and race in towards Nightstryker.  Stryker ducks then both, bouncing off the other side and connects with a double clothesline!  Wasting little time, Stryker picks up Matthews and throws him over the top rope… watching him land hard on the outside.  

Rentfro: And Nick Matthews is eliminated from the Royal Rumble!  

McDaniel: Um, wrong match, Brian.  

Rentfro: Inside joke, actually.  

As Nick rolls on the outside, Collins walks over and grabs Nick and begins brawling with him up the ramp way.  Meanwhile, in the ring, Kyle blocks a right from Stryker and kicks him in the gut.  Gripping Stryker around the waist, Kyle executes a perfect power bomb and then utilizes the ropes for momentum and connects with a drop kick.  He covers only for a two, and picks Stryker up and lifts him up into a suplex.   

McDaniel: Kyle senses a great opportunity here!  

However, Stryker pushes hard and manages to land behind Kyle.  Before Kyle can turn, Stryker hits a back cracker, and Kyle crashes to the canvas, holding his back in pain.  Stryker covers, gets two and jumps up.  He pulls Kyle up, but Kyle kicks him in the stomach.  With Stryker bent double, Kyle goes to hit a knee lift to his nose, but Stryker sidesteps and as Kyle spins, Stryker retailiates with his own boot to Kyle’s gut, and as he bends forward, Stryker hooks him up and hits the Mindbender!  Stryker covers.  

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3!  

DING! DING! DING!  

Rentfro: I don’t believe it!  

McDaniel: Quick as can be, Nightstryker pins Stevenson! He’s in the IC match at Summer Sizzler!  

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Nightstryker!  

Stryker nods in approval as his hand is raised, before sliding out and walks over to the announcers desk, wiping his brow.  Snapping his fingers, Stryker holds his hand out and McDaniel plops an envelope in his hand.  Turning, Stryker marches up the ramp, occasionally slapping hands with the fans.  

Rentfro: Even with this new opportunity, he doesn’t forget to get his money, does he?  

McDaniel: He’s a business man, Rentfro, a business man.  Let’s move on!

Jethro Hayes vs. Chamelion

Eric Emerson: "The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first all the way from Lean Ox, Ga. .. He stands at 6 foot 7 inches and weighs in at 315 pounds... he is the Country Boy... Jethro Hayes!"

The cranking of a tractor is heard throughout the arena and the video entrance of Jethro Hayes begins playing over the big screen. Cows moo, on the screen cows are shown in a green pasture. Pigs are oinking, on the screen pigs run around in mud within a fence. The scene on the screen goes to rolling hills, showing combines in the field harvesting crops, tractors harrowing the ground preparing for the new crop; semi trucks are hauling off the harvested crop. A man walks up the 3 steps and opens the door on the cab of his John Deere tractor, he is wearing a John Deere trucker hat, and is missing a few teeth, evident by the grinning face he turns to the camera, he waves at the camera; it is part of a family video. He climbs on into the cab of the tractor; along with the cranking of the tractor on the screen, the beginning of Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver begins to play over the speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John Deere 4720 tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up from the muffler.

~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy

When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an hour.

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... Jethro Hayes!"

With the mentioning of his name, Jethro toots the tractor's horn inside the cab and waves to the crowd; he revs the tractor's engine slightly in response to the crowd.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while revving the tractor to full power; then he shuts the tractor off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge pop, he waves and climbs down. Jethro is wearing overalls with a yellow John Deere shirt underneath, brown Wolverine boots, and a John Deere hat.

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with the music.

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in the air, still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a fiddle.

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.  

Eric Emerson: "And his opponent…."

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: "Weighing in at 245lbs, he hails from
Las Vegas Nevada and is the former PWA Television Champion.... CHAMELION!"

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

McDaniel: As Chamelion comes down, he notices that the referee is yet the same man who’s been in control of his matches these last few weeks.  

Rentfro: I don’t know what the hell Chamelion is thinking, blaming this poor man for his failures!   

McDaniel: I don’t know, its been a close call the last couple of times, and Chamelion could have a good reason to be suspicious of that particular referee.  

Chamelion slips into the ring and stalks over to the ref, having words with him, reminding him who’s now the boss and there’d better be no funny business.  The ref shakes his head, denying any accusations and reminds the Devious one to keep his eyes on the match!  Hayes shouts at Chamelion to get his attention and he turns.  The ref calls for the bell to ring and Chamelion and Hayes meet in the middle of the ring and begin firing shots at each other. The big country boy is getting the advantage as Chamelion, wisely, outs a knee in Hayes’ midsection and drops to one knee as Hayes bends forward and nails Hayes in the jaw with a stiff uppercut. Hayes staggers back as Chamelion hits the ropes and comes at him at full speed, but Jethro quickly gets his boot up, nearly taking off Chamelion’s head. Hayes picks up Chamelion and fires him into the corner.  

McDaniel: The big hick isn’t gonna be a push over for our former president. If Chamelion wants to win, he is gonna have to use his speed.  

Hayes matches into the corner and fires off a few elbows, snapping Chamelion’s head back with each blow. Chamelion staggers out of the corner and Hayes wraps him up in a vice like bear hug.  Chamelion is firing shots to the side of Hayes’ head. Trying to make the big man let him go. But the big hick isn’t having it. Chamelion looks to be fading a little bit as Hayes begins to shake him around. Chamelion reaches up and brings down his elbow right onto the bridge of Hayes ’ nose. Hayes lets Chamelion go and Chamelion starts to fire kicks to Hayes legs.  

Rentfro: Chamelion is trying to chop down the big red that is Jethro Hayes.  

McDaniel: Take out the legs and it’ll be hard for the big man.  

Hayes pushes Chamelion back, but Chamelion goes back to the attack. Chamelion fires another kick, but Hayes catches Chamelion’s leg and reaches out for his throat. While holding on to the leg, Hayes lifts Chamelion up by his neck.  Hayes crashes Chamelion down with a modified chokeslam and covers.  

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Kickout!  

Rentfro: Hayes with a power move, almost ending the match for Chamelion!  

Rolling to the corner, Chamelion pulls himself up as Hayes moves in.  Chamelion lashes out with a swift kick to the gut, and Hayes doubles over.  Chamelion then hops up on the turnbuckle and comes down with a double ax handle!  Hayes drops to one knee and Chamelion mounts the corner again and this time hits a modified Fame-asser!  Chamelion rolls Jethro over and covers.  

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Shoulder up!  

McDaniel: Even with all that he’s been put through, Chamelion  nearly got the win there!  

Now in control, Chamelion pulls Hayes up and whips him to the ropes. However, Hayes reverses it and Chamelion comes off the ropes and both men hit a clothesline on each other!  The ref begins the count.  

Rentfro: They have till the count of ten, which of them will get up first?  

As he reaches seven, Jethro gets to his feet in the corner.  Meanwhile, Chamelion lays there, breathing hard from the forcefull knockdown and listens to the count.  As the ref reaches nine, Chamelion flexes his muscles and nips up to his feet, his fists balled up and his eyes turned towards Hayes! As he rights himself, he hears the bell ringing and he blinks!  

McDaniel: The ref is calling for the bell! Why!?  

Rentfro: I think he reached ten before Chamelion jumped up!  

Chamelion glares at the referee who tells Emerson what happened.  

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has declared that he reached the count of ten before Chamelion could respond!  There for, as a result of a knockout, your winner; JETHRO HAYES!  

McDaniel: I don’t believe it!  

Rentfro: He was too slow, simply too slow! Chamelion screwed himself!  

Hayes leaves the ring, pleased with his win, and Chamelion grabs the referee by the shirt, screaming at him for screwing up again!  The ref holds his own, trying to remove Chamelion’s hands from his shirt, defending himself that his decision is final!  Chamelion shouts back that he’s gone too far.  Pushing the ref away, Chamelion strikes him with the Sweet Sound of Success!  

Rentfro: NOW who’s going to far??  

McDaniel: I’m beginning to wonder. This referee has taken too many liberties with his power… even so much as to disregard that Chamelion is the boss!   

Rentfro: If that’s so, then someone who is either more powerful, or… more frightening then Chamelion, is pulling the strings of that referee!  

McDaniel: That could be.  Chamelion’s leaving, infuriated, and the other refs are down to carry out the injured official, and it’s time we move on.

Thunderwolf vs. Gabe Shelley vs. Matthew Engel
Special Guest Referee: Raizzor

DING DING!

The lights die save for the glow emitted from the ADC-Tron, and footsteps are heard. A tower bell chimes... 

...dead man walking...

Jim Johnston's "You're Gonna Pay" begins playing, the blues-y riff crunching over the PA system. Raizzor steps out from behind the curtain, walking through thick fog, and immediately marches down the ramp, eyes focused on the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing tonight's guest referee...

Raizzor reaches the bottom of the ramp, and grabs the top rope, pulling himself on the apron. The lights return to normal as Raizzor raises a fist, and then lowers the top rope to step over it, entering the ring.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...

Raizzor backs into his corner and "You're Gonna Pay" is cut off.

Eric Emerson: The President of the PWA... Raizzor!

Raizzor adjusts his referee t-shirt, custom made for the big man. He nods for the cue to introduce the combatants.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following triple-threat match up is scheduled for one pinfall or submission. Introducing first, 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. Graham Cain, Impulse, Gregory Price 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. 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, Cain, Price, Impulse and Dead End make it to the ring. The MoA remain outside the ring as Matthew steps in. He proceeds to take off his jacket and dress shirt.

Eric Emerson: He is the leader of the Masters of Armageddon... he is "THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

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!

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.

Eric Emerson: And one of his opponents...hailing from Tucker's Town, Bermuda...

"Now or Never" by Dope hits the sound system as the fans erupt in cheers. Thunderwolf emerges from the back, dressed in camel cargo shorts and a black shirt. He raises his arm to the crowd as pyros begin to go off, "Now or Never" pulsating through the arena.

Eric Emerson: He stands five feet eleven inches and weighs one hundred and ninety four pounds...

Thunderwolf makes his descent to the ring. He gives some of the fans high fives, but mostly keeps his focus on Virus and Raizzor in the ring. He reaches the stairs.

Eric Emerson: A former PWA World Champion... THUNDERWOLF!!!

Thunderwolf enters the ring and keeps focused. "Now or Never" dies down.

Eric Emerson: And their final opponent, hailing from Columbus, Ohio...

As "In Fate's Hands" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus begins to play, Gabe Shelley makes his way to the ramp with his hood up. He points to the crowd before making his way down.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet four inches and weighs two hundred and forty five pounds...

He slaps hands with fans on the ramp before walking up the stairs. He lifts his hood a bit to look out. Shelley then climbs in the ring and picks a turnbuckle. He climbs and in one swift motion, he tosses his hood back and throws his arms out. He smiles and jumps down.


Eric Emerson: He is the Marvel... Gabe Shelley!
DING DING DING!

McDaniel: Not much on the airwaves from Thunderwolf and Gabe, but Engel made sure to get his two cents in.

Rentfro: You've got to think that Matthew Engel has prepared more for this match than Gabe or Wolf.

McDaniel: We'll see if it pays off Brian.

Raizzor has rung the bell and stays back a bit as Gabe, Engel, and Wolf circle each other. Engel goes right after Wolf and connects with a few rights and lefts. Gabe sits back a moment, and Engel tosses Wolf into the corner. Engel unchambers more lefts and rights, and finishes it off with a roaring elbow. Engel turns around and dodges a quick kick from Gabe, grabs Gabe in a rear waistlock and hits a big atomic drop on him.

Rentfro: That's GOT to hurt, Jon!

McDaniel: And Engel's got the advantage here in the early going!

Engel clotheslines Gabe to the mat, but turns around to be met by a sharp dropkick from Wolf. Engel falls to the mat and Wolf springboards and connects with a perfect moonsault. A cover.

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Kick out!

Rentfro:
Not even close!

McDaniel: Wolf will need more than that to get one over on Engel.

Rentfro: Yeah, it's called a miracle Jon!

McDaniel: Well, not to be technical, but Thunderwolf is two and oh against Matthew Engel.

Rentfro: Well.. damn.

Engel gets to his feet. Gabe and Wolf go to work on Engel, both of them slamming Engel with their fists. Double irish whip sends Engel hard into the ropes, and Engel comes back only to get doubled up on a back drop. Engel crashes to the mat. Gabe and Wolf turn to each other and Gabe lands a sharp punch on Wolf, but Wolf comes back with a punch of his own. Back and forth, but Wolf gets the advantage and hits Gabe with a rollover DDT. A cover.

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Broken up by Matthew Engel.

McDaniel:
Close call there! Raizzor is surprisingly doing a good job out there.

Rentfro: He's the President, Jon, he can't be representing some of the incompetence we see in our actual referees.

McDaniel: This is true, but I would figure with Wolf abandoning Raizzor last week, he would mess with him a little bit.

Rentfro: I think Raizzor wants a true victor in this match to represent the third man in the World Title match at Summer Sizzler.

After a hard kick delivered to Wolf, Engel gets Wolf to his feet. Engel picks him up in suplex fashion and drops him with a huge brainbuster. Gabe is to his feet, but he gets roundhoused back down to the mat by Engel. Engel springboards off the middle rope and connects with a flip splash on Wolf. He covers.

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Kick out!


McDaniel: That count looked a little faster than the others!

Rentfro: You're crazy.

Gabe gets to his feet and clubs Engel from behind. Wolf uses the ropes to get up. Gabe slams his right knee into Matt's stomach a few times, and then sends him into the ropes. Right before Engel reaches Gabe, however, Wolf spears Engel from the side.

McDaniel: Good God! That spear almost broke Engel in half!

Rentfro: It's amazing how much power he can unload on someone out of no where.

Gabe is right behind Wolf, but Wolf is too quick and takes Gabe off his feet with a quick sweep kick. Wolf drops an elbow to Gabe's chest. He does it one more time. Wolf comes off the ropes with a mini senton bomb. Engel is using the ropes to get to his feet. Wolf runs at Engel and nails him with a huge right hook. Engel stumbles back into the corner. Wolf comes crashing down with a huge corner splash. Wolf bounces off Engel, right into Gabe's grasp. Gabe hits a huge backbreaker on Wolf. A quick cover.

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Kick out!

McDaniel:
I think Engel is still recovering from that spear...

Rentfro: Nothing worse than getting blindsided by your best friend.

McDaniel: Former best friend.

Rentfro: I thought they were still...?

McDaniel: Who the hell knows anymore. Gabe picks up Thunderwolf and hits him with a huge running powerslam!

Gabe tries to make a cover, but is immediately peeled off by Matthew Engel. Gabe gets pulled up to his feet and Matt lifts Gabe over his shoulder, holding onto his legs with one arm as he wraps his other arm around Gabe's head. In a split second, Engel throws Gabe's legs off of his shoulder and spins them around, he himself spinning to the side and falling to the mat, driving Gabe face-first to the mat.

Rentfro: Sons of Plunder! Sons of Plunder! That's gotta be it for Gabe!

McDaniel: And Wolf tries to intervene... what.. what the hell is Raizzor doing!?

Wolf tries to stop Engel from covering, but Raizzor gets in his way. They exchange some words, but Raizzor is quick to grab Wolf by the throat. Raizzor lays a few punches into Wolf, and then hits the big-time Tombstone Shoulderbreaker on Thunderwolf.

Rentfro: Good GOD! Wolf is out! Wolf is out! Cover him Engel!

McDaniel: Why the hell is Raizzor helping out the MoA?

Rentfro: He's not helping out the MoA, idiot! He's getting his revenge on Wolf!

Engel is torn between his friend being laid out by his boss and covering Gabe Shelley for the sure victory and a spot in the World Title match. Raizzor nods at Engel, and Engel makes a decision.

McDaniel: EUTHANASIA!

Rentfro: And Engel holds for the cover!

Engel hooks Gabe's leg.

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3!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match, Matthew Engel!!!

Engel wants to celebrate in the ring, but he looks down at Thunderwolf. Raizzor slips out of the ring and heads up the rampway, as the MoA rejoice in the ring. Engel knees down and whispers something in Wolf's ear, and the MoA leaves the ring.

McDaniel: Well, despite Raizzor's help, Matthew Engel has finally given himself a chance at the World Title, Brian.

Rentfro: He's waited patiently for awhile, Jon, and now he'll get his chance to face Mark McNasty and Gabe Shelley at Summer Sizzler.

Matt and the MoA have disappeared backstage. Wolf finally comes to, and slips out of the ring. He shakes his head, trying to figure out where he is. He makes his way up the rampway as well, and goes backstage.


Rentfro: Well let's get ready for our next match Jon!

McDaniel: Wait Brian, we're getting something backstage.

Matthew Engel and the MoA are celebrating their victory backstage. The MoA head into the locker room, but Matt doesn't follow suit. He sees a familiar face.

Jamie Flynn: "I don't see how you actually cherish this moment, knowing what your family has gone through so you could be at the top."

Matt clears his throat.

Matthew Engel: "I'm at the top because of what I've accomplished, Jamie."

Jamie Flynn: "Keep telling yourself that. No, scratch that. Tell Warren that."

Matt takes a step forward.

Matthew Engel: "Keep out of this, Jamie."

Jamie Flynn: "Believe me, I'll try. I already know what it's like to be associated with you."

Jamie puts on his Aviators and disappears down the hallway. Matt lowers his head a moment, and disappears into his locker room. We fade back to the ring.

PWA Television Title Match
Moke Doshky (C) vs. Scott Nash Strader

Eric Emerson: The following match is to a single pinfall or submission and is for the PWA Televison Title! Introducing first,, weighing in at 295lbs and hailing from Houston, Texas, he is a member of the Cowboys from Hell... SCOTT NASH STRADER!

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hit’s the p.a. system. The ADCtron lights up with a headshot of Scott Nash Strader looking down, with his blondish hair hanging in his face. He slowly lifts his head as the words to the song begin.

##I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired.
Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words some- What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.##

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain he closes eyes and looks upwards.

##But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...##

Scott begins his descent down to the ring.

##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps over the top rope and leans back in the corner waiting for the bell.

Eric Emerson: And now his opponent! Weighing in tonight at 425lbs and coming out of Bonn, Germany, he is the PWA TV Champion! MOKE DOSHKY!

The arena lights turn red as Rammstein's "Amerika" plays over the PA. Fantastic Andy Stricklin comes out onto the entrance ramp in his usual garish attire. As the music picks up, he motions to the entry-way and "The World's Strongest Man" Moke Doshky comes out. Stricklin leads Doshky to the ring, holding the ropes for Doshky, which Moke ignores, stepping over the top rope and into the ring.

Rentfro: Don't you find it a bit odd that Strader is in a title match his first night back when there are men and women who've been busting their asses for months and haven't received a title shot during all that time?

McDaniel: Well, to be fair, Scott never lost the title.

Rentfro: No, he abandoned it and deserted the company. Guess that's the kind of behavior that gets rewarded around here. No wonder we have to deal with the likes of the MoA and Project-X.

Referee Cole Tate calls for the bell to begin the match, and the two men step into the center of the ring. SNS sizes up his opponent and begins firing fists into Moke. Doshky simply glares at Strader then piefaces him, shoving him backwards into the ropes. Moke Doshky laughs and power-poses, displaying his superior strength. Strader replies with a stiff roundhouse kick to his adversary's head, dazing him. Scott Nash Strader charges his foe with a diving western lariat, sending his opponent crashing to the canvas.

Scott Nash Strader applies a rear chinlock to his foe, seeking to wear down the big man. Moke begins rallying back, however, as he pushes back to his feet and whips Strader into the ropes. Moke Doshky grabs his adversary by the throat as SNS rebounds off the ropes. He lifts his opponent into the air, but before he can deliver a choke slam Scott drives a stiff boot into Doshky's mid-section to break his grasp. Scott Nash Strader executes a ddt, but Moke holds onto the ropes to save himself. Moke Doshky drives his foe back-first into the corner, where he begins to lay into him with massive forearms. Doshky backs up... then runs into the corner to nail a Vader-type splash!

Rentfro: Moke Doshky peels Scott Nash Strader out of the corner and begins putting the boots to him!

McDaniel: Doshky's power is proving to be too much for Strader to overcome! He has to rethink his usual match strategy if he's going to win this.

Rentfro: Scott rolls out to the floor, seemingly to do just that.

Moke Doshky steps through the ropes and hops off the apron to the floor in pursuit of his foe. SNS sends his opponent towards the ring post with an Irish whip, but Moke prevents the collision as he brings his foot up to brace against the steel post. Scott moves in from behind his adversary and applies a rear waistlock. Moke swings back elbow shots at Strader, but, with great effort, Scott Nash Strader delivers his signature German suplex! SNS has a few choice words for his opponent then rolls back inside the ring.

Refere Tate begins the ten count.

One...

Two...

Moke forces himself back to his feet.

Three...

Four...

Doshky rolls back inside the ring to break the count. Scott Nash Strader runs in to punt his foe's head like a football then drags him to the corner. SNS calls for the Over Rye Drive as he pulls Moke back to his feet and climbs the turnbuckles. Scott begins underhooking his adversary's arms when suddenly Moke Doshky grabs Strader by the throat and sends him crashing onto the canvas with a choke slam. Moke bounces on the ropes a couple times then plants a banzai drop across his opponent's chest.

Rentfro: Referee Cole Tate drops to make the count!

One...

Two...

McDaniel: And Scott Nash Strader just manages to get his foot into the ropes to prevent the three count!

Moke Doshky glares at the referee then returns his attention to his adversary. Doshky yanks Strader to his feet and tosses him into the ropes, leveling him with a big boot to the face. Doshky pulls his foe back to his feet once more, this time going for a short-arm clothesline. SNS ducks the huge arm and slides behind his opponent to execute a backstabber. Scott Nash Strader attempts a vertical suplex, but his adversary's immense mass is proving to be an insurmountable obstacle. Suddenly Doshky scoops him up and charges across the ring to drill Scott into the mat with a running powerslam. Moke looks to the corner with malicious intent and begins climbing to the top.

Rentfro: Oh no! He's not going to hit the air is he??

McDaniel: If he does and he connects this could very well be the end of Strader's comeback!

Moke pauses at the top, surveying the scene, then dives for a huge splash onto Scott Nash Strader! He hits with such force that the ring moves and creaks in protest. Referee Tate makes the count.

One...

Two...

Three...

NO! The referee tells the timekeeper to NOT ring the bell. SNS managed to get his shoulder up at the last possible moment and the match continues!

Moke Doshky pounds the mat in angry frustration, arguing with Referee Cole Tate. He rears his fist back, about to strike Tate when he turns around to face the challenger to his title. Moke lifts Strader off the mat and places him in a torture rack. Scott Nash Strader slips out of Doshky's hands, landing on his feet behind his foe, and puts him across his own shoulders. Scotch Valley Driver! Scott goes for the quick roll-up and the pin.

One...

Two-Kickout!

The two men get to their feet and exchange punches and chops. Moke sends a stiff knee into the abdomen of his opponent then drives a double axe-handle smash down across Scott's back that sends him to one knee. Scott Nash Strader tackles Doshky, taking his adversary down to the mat as they continue to pummel one another. Moke Doshky rakes his foe's eyes along the bottom rope then stands on the back of his neck, choking him across the rope. Referee Cole Tate forcefully seperates the two men, reprimanding Doshky. As Scott pulls himself back to his feet through use of the ropes, Moke quickly moves in to apply the Mokey Squash, whipping him around like a rag doll.  Strader tries valiantly to fight back, but slowly his eyes close as his body goes limp. Referee Tate checks on Scott's condition then calls for the bell to end the match.

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match... and STILL PWA Television Champion! MOKE DOSHKY!!!

Rentfro: A Hell of a match! Scott was a real fighter to the very end, but Moke's power was just too much to handle.

McDaniel: Moke Doshky is proving to be a true champion in singles wrestling, just as he has in the past in tag team wrestling. This man could have a very long reign ahead of him.


Main Event - Chairs Only Match
Duff Cote d'iVoire vs. Joe BoXeR

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match up is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and is a CHAIRS ONLY match! Introducing first, hailing from The Big Apple...

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet seven inches and weighs two hundred and seventy five pounds...

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

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

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

He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments.

Eric Emerson: He is Duff... Cote... d'iVoooiiire!!!!!

--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

"The Empire Strikes First" by Bad Religion cues up on the sound system. The heavy guitar and bass pulsate throughout the arena. Then --

WE STRIKE FIRST
AND WE'RE UNREHEARSED
HERE WE GO AGAIN TO STAGE THE GREATEST SHOW ON HEAVEN AND EARTH

COME ON GET YOUR MONEY'S WORTH

Joe BoXeR appears from backstage to a standing ovation. He raises his right arm to the fans in recognition. He's sporting a classic look. He has wrestling tights that extend to a few inches above the knee and they are split into two colors. The right side is red, with the word "JOE" in black. The left side is black, with the word "BOXER" in red. He has on black wrestling boots with red bottoms. He begins to make his way to the ring.

DON'T WANNA LIVE (CAN'T LIVE)
DON'T WANNA GIVE (CAN'T GIVE)
DON'T WANNA BE (CAN'T BE)

Fans: E-M-P-I-R-E!

Rentfro: Quite a reaction from the fans here in New Orleans!

McDaniel: Unless you're Duff, you can't dislike Joe BoXeR. He's a legend and has always been a fan favorite.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty one pounds... and stands six feet five inches...

Rentfro: Commish put on a few pounds, Jon.

McDaniel: Yes he did, he's probably been training ever since he got into PWA, Brian. Even as a Commissioner or President, you've got to stay in shape.

Joe BoXeR makes his way to the ring. He climbs in and keeps his attention on Duff.

Eric Emerson: He is the PWA Commissioner... Joe BoXeR!!!!

The ref goes over a few ground rules for the match. He then signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

McDaniel: Brian, there are chairs everywhere along ringside. How many do you count?

Rentfro: At least fifteen, Jon.

Duff immediately breaks for the outside. He grabs two chairs and slides him into the ring. Joe has not moved and continues his focus on Duff. Duff climbs in the ring with a chair for each hand. His strength is incredible, as he wields those chairs like they weigh nothing.

McDaniel: The Commish refuses to grab a chair here in the early going Brian. This can't be good.

Rentfro: What's he doing!?

Duff goes after Joe. He swings with one, and then immediately with the other. Joe's speed is prevalent as he manages to dodge both chairs. Duff goes after him again, and Joe finds himself just barely dodging them. Duff swings wildly with the one in his right hand and Joe sidesteps. Duff connects with nothing but rope. Joe moves in and puts Duff's left arm in an armbar. He quickly brings Duff to a knee. Duff swings at Joe with his right chair, but Joe kicks it out of Duff's hand. Joe locks that armbar in tighter.

McDaniel: Joe showing his speed and agility to dodge those chairshots, Brian.

Rentfro: Why make it a chairs only match if you're not going to use a chair?

McDaniel: That's a good question. Duff manages to get to his feet and get out of the armbar. Joe takes down Duff with a huge clothesline!

Joe finally grabs himself a chair. He turns around toward Duff who's just getting to his feet. Joe swings and connects. Duff falls to his knees and Joe swings again and connects with Duff's left shoulder, sending him to the mat. Joe tosses the bent, useless chair away.

Rentfro: Way to go Commish! Way to follow your own match rules...

McDaniel: Come on, Brian. Joe was obviously making a point.

Rentfro: And that is?

McDaniel: Joe gets Duff up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Huge spinebuster on Duff!

Rentfro: That's what I thought...

Joe gets to his feet and picks up another chair. He raises it to the crowd, who goes wild. He lifts it up and brings it down, but Duff moves out of the way just in time. Joe tries another shot, but Duff lands a kick to Joe's stomach before he could bring it down. Duff lands a big uppercut on Joe, and then plants him into the chair Joe used earlier with a DDT! A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: And the Commish not quite ready to give up yet, even though that was a brutal DDT onto that chair.

Rentfro: My head hurts just watching that Jon!

Duff gets Joe up to his feet and unchambers lefts and rights. He tosses Joe into the crowd. Duff rams his shoulder into Joe's midsection. He does it again, and again. Duff walks away and picks up the only unused chair left in the ring. He immediately runs at Joe and swings. He connects viciously with Joe's head, who falls to the mat.

McDaniel: GOOD GOD! The Commish might be UNCONSCIOUS!

Rentfro: Holy crap!

Duff tosses the bent chair out of the way and covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: NO *BEEP*ING WAY!

Rentfro: Jon, JON! Calm down!

McDaniel: I can't calm down! The crowd is going crazy, I'm going crazy! Any normal person would be lights out after that chair shot!

Duff can't believe it himself either. Blood begins to pour down the face of the Commissioner. Duff slides out of the ring and grabs more chairs. He tosses four more chairs into the ring. Little does he know that Joe has grabbed ahold of one of them. Duff climbs into the ring and grabs a chair. He immediately goes after Joe, who retaliates with a chair thrust to Duff's stomach.

Rentfro: And Joe BoXeR uppercuts Duff with a chair! HOLY CRAP! That knocked Duff off his feet and onto his back!

McDaniel: Now Duff is bleeding! And our beloved Commissioner looks like a raving lunatic!

Joe tosses the chair away and hits a huge elbow drop on Duff. He does it again, and then goes to the top rope. The crowd gasps as Joe leaps off, thousands of cameras light up in the crowd, and Joe crashes down with the Rebellion '75. He covers Duff.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: And even after that high impact elbow drop, Joe can't put down Duff!

McDaniel: We're going to have to see a move that hasn't been seen in a very long time, Brian.

Rentfro: Indeed, Jon.

Joe gets to his feet, and gets Duff to his feet. Joe tosses Duff into the ropes. Duff dodges an attempted clothesline and gets behind Joe. Duff lifts Joe up and slams him down with a huge german suplex. Duff goes into the ropes and comes off with a huge leg drop. Joe begins to crawl up to his knees, and Duff grabs him by the head. Duff helps him to his feet, only to kick him low.

McDaniel: Oh come on!

Rentfro: What do you expect? Duff came here to win, Jon!

McDaniel: And Duff hooks both of the Commish's arms for the Echoes!

Rentfro: What impact!

After the double-underhook piledriver, Duff thinks Joe has had enough. He covers.

1...

2...

3 -- NO! Kick out!

McDaniel: The ref said he kicked out! Unbelievable!

Rentfro: The match continues! And Duff couldn't be more livid!

McDaniel: Both men look exhausted, Brian! I don't know how much more they can take.

Rentfro: Well by the current bloodflow, not much more!

Duff gets Joe to his feet and slams his right fist into his stomach. He follows it up with a left hook, and then shoves Joe into the corner. Duff picks up a chair and goes running in. Deja vu, perhaps, but Joe counters with a big boot to Duff's face. Duff stumbles back, chair in hand. Joe hops to the top turnbuckle. This could be it.

Rentfro: This is it! Jon! Look!

McDaniel: And Joe leaps off, flipping and twisting in midair...

*CRACK*

Rentfro: OH MY GOD! Duff slammed that chair into Joe's back right before he could hit the BoX Office!

Joe is grabbing his back, more blood pouring out of his forehead. Duff drops the chair, blood pouring down from his mouth. He covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: WOW! Joe's resiliency is just amazing Brian!

Rentfro: And Duff can't believe it! He's been doing a great job by not letting Joe get too much momentum, but he can't seem to keep the Commish down!

McDaniel: Well it's do or die for Joe... he believes he can end this war by winning here tonight!

Duff slams the mat in frustration. He gets Joe to his feet. Joe counters with sharp elbows to Duff's midsection. Duff is doubled over and Joe slams his big forearm over Duff's back. Joe goes into the ropes, but Duff sidesteps and gets Joe into a tazzmission. He locks it in, and there's no escape now.

Rentfro: Oh no! Duff's got that submission hold locked in, that only means one thing!

Duff uses all of his strength to lift and flip Joe and slam him down for a sit-out piledriver. Joe's head connects with a used chair below, and his body lies lifeless in the ring.

McDaniel: Oh.. no.. 

The crowd is absolutely silent.

Rentfro: Duff covers...

1...

2...

3!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... Duff Cote d'iVoire!!!

McDaniel: The Commish isn't moving, Brian.

Rentfro: Somebody get some damn EMTs down here!

EMTs rush the ring to attend to the fallen Commissioner. It seems his efforts to stop the war have gone wasted, as Duff escapes and earns his victory tonight. Duff leaves the ring and backs up the rampway. His face is confused, but his smile is twisted. Suddenly, there's a group of men standing behind him. Duff doesn't see them, but everyone else does. There's a pop from the crowd, but overall hatred.

McDaniel: Matthew Engel and the MoA is at the top of the rampway! They've come to get retribution!

Rentfro: Isn't that goddamn pay-per-view over with?

McDaniel: Look!

Duff turns around to see Virus, Cain, and Impulse staring him down. Duff's upper body and some of his face is covered in blood, but he doesn't care. He prepares to defend himself. The MoA rush down toward him and attack him in full force. Duff manages to get a punch in on Impulse and a kick in on Cain, but Virus dropkicks Duff off his feet.

Rentfro: Oh man.. now the MoA have got Duff right where they want him. They're beating him to an even bloodier pulp!

McDaniel: And Virus just got taken out from behind!

Scott Nash Strader clubs Virus from behind. Cain is the first to see it and he grabs Scott by the throat. Cain lands a right hook and kicks Scott low. Cain DDTs Scott onto the rampway! EMTs are still trying to attend to BoXeR to get him out of there and to a hospital.

Rentfro: And Duff gets the upperhand on Impulse... clobbering him with lefts and rights!

McDaniel: This is madness! Where the hell is security?

Right as Jon says that, security rushes down the rampway to separate the two groups.

McDaniel: Fans, we've run out of time. Join us next week for another exciting edition of Chaos and Rampage.

Rentfro: Good night!

(C) PWA 2008