"The Final Countdown" 
August 8th, 2008
Live on from the Toyota Center in Houston, TX 


The show opens with an exterior shot of the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas. It quickly disolves in a view of our announcers, Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro sitting at their announce table.

Jon McDaniel: We in Houston, Texas and its time for Friday Night...

McDaniel is interrupted by the Beastie Boys' "Sabatoge" on the arena's PA system. Rob Robinson comes out onto the entrance ramp dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and red tie. He pauses a moment at the top of the ramp, takes a deep breath, and then walks to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell is this? I thought he was retired?

Brian Rentfro: He's only retired from <i>wrestling</i>, Jon. I've heard some rumors on the internet and it looks like they were true!

Robinson is inside the ring and pulls a microphone from his jacket pocket.

Rob Robinson: Ah, its been too long since I've got to do this. Welcome to Friday Night Robinson! You undoubtedly know me from my legendary, Hall of Famer career as the Phoenix. But tonight, I'm getting in the old Way Back Machine to become President Robinson! Fans of PWA Radio will recall that I had a lawsuit against our fine company and was attempting to take it over because of the shoddy construction of the BattleDome. Unfortunately, that hasn't happened, and while I can't discuss the full terms of the settlement, I can tell you that part of it was that I get to run Rampage tonight.

The crowd isn't sure to whether to cheer or boo, so they respond with a sort of confused moaning.

Brian Rentfro: Man, will you listen to that, Jon? You can just hear how thrilled they are that President Robinson is back!

Jon McDaniel: Actually, it sounds more like they ate some bad nachos.

Rob Robinson: Now, everyone knew I was going to be making an announcement on the show tonight concerning my new protege. I will be making that announcement, but not just yet. Right now, I'm going to do what I do best. You see, tonight I'm in charge and by the next time we're on television control will have switched back to Chamelion, but whatever I say tonight is written in stone and even Chamelion can't change it. So, let's make some big announcements! Let's talk about Summer Sizzler, shall we? Sizzler has always been my second favorite show of the year next to Genesis. I'll admit that I like what I see, so far. But its that "so far" that's bothering me. I mean, this would be a fine card for Manitoba Mayhem, but for Summer Sizzler? No, it needs a little, dare I say, "sizzle". Let's start with the Television title match. Let's have the champion defending against Kyle Malone, how does that sound?

The crowd goes mild.

Rob Robinson: Yeah, that's what I thought, too. So let's make things a bit more interesting. I say we let my main man Kyle Stevenson in that match! Alright, alright, calm down. That's enough excitement for right now, so I think I'll save the rest of my announcements for a little later in the show.


Eric Emerson: "The following contest has a 20-minute time limit, and an initial tag period of 5 minutes, and is a semi-finals 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 opponents..."

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.

Jon McDaniel: "And it's Jason Jones and Fire beginning the match for their respective teams."

Brian Rentfro: "A battle of the sexes and David versus Goliath all in one."

Jason Jones charges Jessica Asai with a running clothesline. Fire leapfrogs over her opponent, however, and spins around to nail a chop block. Jones stumbles into the ropes as his knee is clipped out from under him. Jessica rushes in for an elbow strike to the back of her foe's neck, but Jason grabs the top rope and drops to the canvas, causing Asai to topple out of the ring to the floor. Jason Jones steps away from the ropes per Referee Cole Tate's reprimand. Tate then begins counting out Fire.

El Rey de Corazones goes to assist his tag partner, helping her back to her feet and into the ring. Jones doesn't give her a moment to rest as he executes a running STO on his foe as she rises to her feet. Jessica Asai is drilled into the mat with authority. Jason pulls his foe into the air in a vertical suplex position and holds her there. He slowly walks around the ring before finally slamming her into the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: "Jason Jones goes for the pinfall attempt!"




Jon McDaniel: "There's simply too much fire to Jessica Asai to be taken out of the match so easily."

Brian Rentfro: "Puns, how droll."

Jones argues with Referee Tate about a slow count then turns to drive a stiff kick into Fire's midsection before locking in an STF. Jessica shouts in pain but refuses to give up. She desperately reaches for the ropes, which lie just out of reach. Her hand hovers over the mat as beads of sweat stand out on her forehead, testament to the pain she's enduring. Jessica Asai claws at the canvas, slowly dragging her way to the ropes. Jason Jones increases the punishment being dealt to Fire through the submission hold, but she finally makes it to the ropes and freedom.

Jason Jones grabs Asai by the legs and whips her off the ropes, swinging her through the air before releasing her. Fire desperately scrambles for her corner, but Jones cuts her off with a vicious kick to the head. Jones drags Jessica to her feet and throws her into the ropes, nearly taking her head off with a clothesline from Hell.

Brian Rentfro: "Damn, Jason Jones is just manhandling Fire!"

Jon McDaniel: "She really needs to tag out to El Rey if she hopes to stay in this match."

Jason goes for a Twist of Fate on Fire, but she slips free and drives a stiff boot to his abdomen. Jessica Asai drills several knife edge chops into her opponent's chest, slowly backing him into the ropes before trying to whip him across the ring. Jason Jones reverses the whip, sending Jessica into the ropes and goes for a side slam as she rebounds back. Fire prevents that, however, as she blasts him with a side kick to the head. A knee to the head sends him into the corner, and she mounts the ropes raining fists upon his face and head.

Jason Jones lifts Fire into the air, steps out of the corner, and plants her into the canvas with a powerbomb that shakes the ring. Jones begins shouting at his adversary, talking smack. Something he said seems to have struck a nerve as she snaps, surging forward to drill him with a low blow. Asai delivers the 3rd Degree, taking her opponent to the mat and wailing away at him, laying into him physically and verbally. Referee Cole Tate calls for the bell, disqualifying Fire.

Eric Emerson: "Fire has been eliminated!"

Brian Rentfro: "Try telling her that. She's really punishing Jason Jones now."

Jon McDaniel: "Remind me to never make that woman angry."

With an angry roar Jason Jones sits up, throwing Jessica Asai off him. As Jessica charges him again Jones quickly executes the Face Adjustment. El Rey runs into the ring to help his tag partner and continue the match, but he is taken off his feet with a clothesline from Hell by Jones. Fire rolls out of the ring, but Jason is right on her heels. Referee Cole Tate begins the count-out.



Jason Jones lifts Fire up across his shoulders.



He charges the steel ring post and drives Fire into it.



El Rey slides out of the ring, racing to save Fire, but he is too late as Jones drives Jessica Asai into the ring post with an F-5. Get Psycho!


Jessica crumples onto the floor as El Rey runs and grabs the ring post, swinging around it to deliver a modified 619 to Jason. Nightmare drops to the floor, heading over towards El Rey de Corazones and Jason Jones.

Brian Rentfro: "Get the paramedics out here! Fire's been hurt, and it looks bad!"

Jon McDaniel: "And the situation looks grave for El Rey as the initial period is over and anything goes!"


El Rey goes to pull Jason Jones back to his feet but is stopped dead in his tracks as Jones connects with a steel chair he pulled out from under the ring.


Nightmare gets in Jason's face, shouting at him about his attack on Fire and to get back in the ring.


Jason Jones swings the chair at Nightmare, only to get it drilled into his face by a shoot kick from Nightmare. Referee Cole Tate signals that Jones has been counted out.

Eric Emerson: "Jason Jones has been eliminated!"

Brian Rentfro: "We're seeing the end of a very tenuous tag team partnership, as well, with Jason Jones attacking Nightmare."

Jon McDaniel: "Not that it did him any good... AND BROKEN ARROW ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!! OH MY GOD!!"

Nightmare spits on Jason's convulsing form as he helps El Rey back to his feet and slides back inside the ring. El Rey de Corazones dives back into the ring while the paramedics rush ringside to aid Fire and Jason Jones. Nightmare and El Rey nod to one another and lock up in the center of the ring. El Rey de Corazones applies an arm wringer to Wehali, but Jonathon reverses the hold before rolling El Rey to the canvas into a Fujiwara armbar.

El Rey fights his way back to his feet and uses the hold to press his opponent's shoulders to the mat. Jonathon Wehali releases the hold, only to go for a double-leg takedown into an ankle lock. El Rey de Corazones kicks at his foe with his free leg, but Nightmare refuses to release the submission. El Rey rolls through the hold, sending his foe tumbling across the mat. The King of Hearts quickly grabs his opponent's left arm and climbs the turnbuckles, walking along the top rope before dropping an elbow across his adversary's shoulder. Nightmare staggers back, shaking his arm.

Brian Rentfro: "From a brutal assault to a technical wrestling clinic, definitely an abrupt change of pace."

Jon McDaniel: "Well, these two men do pride themselves upon their ability to actually wrestle, unlike Jason Jones."

Brian Rentfro: "I didn't mean that as a good thing. This is just boring now."

El Rey takes hold of his opponent's injured arm, going for a heart kick. Nightmare catches the King of Heart's foot with his free hand, however, and performs a mandala hineri (reverse dragon leg screw). El Rey de Corazones nods and claps, impressed. Jonathon chuckles and shakes his head. In the blink of an eye El Rey bounces off the ropes, taking Nightmare off guard and off his feet with a lionsault. The King of Hearts follows up with an arm-trap standing leglock. Referee Cole Tate asks Jonathon Wehali if he wishes to submit, but he refuses. Grabbing hold of the ropes, Wehali gets the break.

El Rey de Corazones slings Nightmare into the ropes, catching his opponent across his back in an Argentine back breaker. Jonathon Wehali escapes the hold, dropping behind the King of Hearts to apply a rear waistlock in anticipation of a German suplex. Before he can execute, however, El Rey spins around to drive a knee into his foe's abdomen. The King of Hearts applies a double-underhook in preparation of his trademark ddt but is taken up and over by a backdrop driver by Wehali. As the two men scramble to their feet, Project-X storms out of the crowd and hits the ring, driving big boots into both men's heads that take them off their feet once again.

Brian Rentfro: "What the Hell is Project-X doing here??"

Jon McDaniel: "The answer, Brian, is anything he wants."

Project-X executes the Probe on Nightmare, sending him over the top rope to crash onto the cement ringside floor. He then turns his attention to El Rey de Corazones, whipping him into the ropes and leveling him with the Crop Circle. P-X then picks up the King of Hearts and drills him into the floor with the Probe alongside Jonathon Wehali. Amazingly Nightmare begins to stir and push himself up. Project-X climbs onto the top turnbuckle and flies off with the Crash Landing onto Wehali, driving him back down. P-X then makes his way up the entrance ramp, stopping at the stage to regard his handiwork before vanishing backstage. Referee Cole Tate begins the ten-count.

Brian Rentfro: "This is bad. All four competitors in this match could be stretchered out of here tonight."

Jon McDaniel: "And if both Nightmare and El Rey de Corazones are eliminated... whoever wins the match between Psycho-X and Langly and West later will be the new PWA Tag Team Champions!"





El Rey begins to stir.



The King of Hearts begin pushing himself back to his feet.


El Rey de Corazones falls back down. Nightmare sits up.


Both men slowly get to their feet.


They run for the ring.


But do not make it!


Eric Emerson: "Both El Rey de Corazones and Nightmare have been counted out of the ring and have therefore been eliminated! This match is a DRAW!!"

Jon McDaniel: "This just isn't right, Brian. At least one of these men deserve to go on to the finals at Summer Sizzler!"

Brian Rentfro: "I agree, Jon... and apparently so does the President of the PWA!"

Jon McDaniel: "He's not really the President, Brian.

The Beastie Boys' "Sabotage" plays briefly through the arena, and President Robinson steps out onto the stage, looking quite displeased.

Rob Robinson: "I have to hand it to you, P-X. You said you would let nothing stand between you and what you wanted. So you decided to stack the deck in your favor, knowing what these men can do in the ring. There's just one problem with that."

"I make the rules around here, not you!"

The fans cheer in support of the acting President.

Rob Robinson: "If Nightmare and El Rey had eliminated themselves from this tournament I would have let the referee's decision stand. However, you just had to stick your nose in where it doesn't belong... just like you're trying with Sandra and Chamelion. Not that I'm complaining, because anything that pisses off a Sommers brother makes me smile. But, you can't just go around making your own rules."

Rob Robinson: "It's time you learned that just won't fly, big boy."

Rob Robinson: "And that is why I am allowing BOTH of these men to go to Summer Sizzler in the finals of the United Forces Tournament!"

Rob Robinson: "That's right, Nightmare and El Rey will be teamed together for the finals. Don't like it? Tough! I'm the boss, and what I say goes!"

He nods and strolls backstage once more, as Nightmare and El Rey look at one another. They nod, shake hands, and head up the ramp to the back as well.


Jon McDaniel: Up next, we have…

Gabe Shelly’s music hits and the #1 contender to the PWA World Title walks confidently down to the ring. He climbs the steps and slips into the ring and demands the microphone from Eric Emerson. The crowd boos harshly, but it doesn’t bother Gabe at all.

Gabe Shelly: A few weeks ago, I showed up here in the PWA and made a statement. A statement against Mark McNasty that I would take away his PWA World Title at Summer Sizzler! However, the fans seem to think I don’t have my heart set in this, and they are so wrong… in fact…

Before Shelly can continue, Deacon Frost’s music erupts and the fans cheer as the behemoth walks out. He comes down to the ring, barely limping and gets into the ring. He takes a proffered mic from one of the ring technicians and tsks towards Gabe.

Deacon Frost: Shelly, come on! We all know what you really are; the PWA’s biggest no show! I mean, really; you get this great opportunity and you fail to do anything to make anyone think you deserve it. Now, take me for instance! Project X tries to mutilate me last week, but I survived! Here I am, with an ankle that is just bruised, and I’ve done more for this company then you could ever dream of doing. If anyone deserves to be in that match against Mark McNasty, it’s ME!

Shelly raises his mic to protest, when ‘Sabotage’ interrupts Shelly and President Robinson walks out onto the stage, mic in hand.

Rob Robinson: Gabe, hold up there, chump. I know what you’re going to say, and you can save it. Point is, Frost is right, to a degree. You certainly are not living up to the hype that Raizzor set up for you. But Frost, you have had your ups and downs, and your fiasco with McNasty isn’t exactly the most enlightening event to showcase you’re talents.

Both Shelly and Frost frown towards Robinson, who smirks back.

Rob Robinson: I could go on and on leading up to this, and people know I can.. but the bottom line is this: Shelly, Raizzor and CHamelion both agree a mistake may have been made.. your spot, against McNasty.. has to be earned. Frost, you think you’re qualified? Maybe you are, but you also need to earn it… so tonight, since I'm running the joint... in that very ring… Gabe Shelly will compete against Deacon Frost… for the #1 contendership to the PWA World title… in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!

The crowd roars approval but Shelly and Frost look pissed, And confused.

Deacon Frost: What the hell do you mean, triple threat??

Robinson shrugs.

Rob Robinson: Despite the claims you two have made, there’s one other who I feel personally should have a shot… so I decided why not? Winner takes all gentlemen… good luck!

Robinson disappears backstage, and Frost and Shelly glare at each other.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t think that’s fair for Shelly!

Jon McDaniel: He’s getting what he deserves… he’s not exactly been responsible… now he has to earn his shot, or it’s all over.

Brian Rentfro: And who’s this third?? Who else is going to be in that match!? Come on Jon, I bet you know!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t, but we’ll find out soon enough

Moke Doshky vs. Evan Black

Television Title Match


Jon McDaniel: This is going to be an exciting match between the verteran Moke and the newcome Evan Black.

The two men circle the ring, feeling each other out. Black tries for a lock up, but Doshky ducks under it. Black tries again with the same effect. Moke knows he has to be careful out there. Doshky calls for a test of strength and Black is happy to comply. They lock knuckles, but Doshky takes the easy road with a kick to the stomach. He whips Black into the ropes and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. No stalling for Moke, as he quickly puts Black in a grapevine.

Brian Rentfro: That's a smart move by Doshky. If you can take the legs out from under Black, you take away a lot of his power.

Black is inching his way toward the ropes...trying to get there...he just makes it. Moke lets go of the hold and backs off. Black gets to his feet, but is careful about putting pressure on his leg. Moke whips Black into the ropes again, but Black ducks a clothesline, then comes back on the rebound with a flying forearm. Moke is up quickly only to meet the business end of a superkick.

Brian Rentfro: Look at Black's face. I think he hurt his leg more with that kick.

Black pulls Doshky up, then attempts a brainbuster. Black's leg buckles out from under him, and Moke Doshky falls on top of Black for a pin. One...two...kickout. Doshky is up fast and drops an elbow. He goes for another, but Black moves out of the way. Black whips Doshky into the ropes again, then ducks down for a body drop. Doshky dives over Black and goes for a sunset flip! One...two...kickout. Short clothesline by Moke which is followed up with a DDT! He applies the Mokey Squash! Black is in the middle of the ring and has no where to go, even if his feet were touching the ground.. Black is trying to reach the ropes with his legs, but Moke is swinging him around like a rag doll. Referee Lance Weston checks his arm. One...two...back up!

Brian Rentfro: Can anyone at home honestly say they didn't expect that?

Jon McDaniel: Moke still has the hold locked on, and Black can't get standing. The ref checks the arm again...one fall....two fall....three! Moke Doshky has beaten Black! The crowd is going nuts!

Brian Rentfro: They're probably like me and can't believe that Moke was able to pull it off! This win really showed the PWA what this man is capable of!


Backstage, we see Gabe Shelly burst into Robinson’s make shift office, his fists balled up. Robinson lifts his head from writing in his notebook, and tilts his head to one side.

Rob Robinson: Yeeeass?

Shelly slams his fists down onto the cheap ply board desk that Robinson sits behind and knocks over a couple of empty Yoohoo bottles.

Gabe Shelly: What the hell is this? You’re deliberately trying to cheat me out of my rightful world title shot!

Robinson sighs, caps the pen and leans back in his chair.

Rob Robinson: Haven’t we been over this already? I don’t feel you’ve earned the right, despite Raizzor’s attempts to raise the bar here in the PWA with ‘exciting booking’. And you’ve more or less proven me right by barely following through with any of your media obligations. I just need to see for myself what Raizzor thinks he saw in you; a win going into Summer Sizzler would ensure that.

Shelly paces back and forth.

Gabe Shelly: But you have it a triple threat, and won’t even reveal who the third person is!? How do you justify that!?

Robinson’s smile fades.

Rob Robinson: You weren't around when I ran the show full time, so I don't expect you to be aware of this, but...I do not have to justify shit! You’re a fuck up, Gabe. Go out and prove me wrong, or get the hell out of my company. I’m tired of hand feeding you people who think just because you were a hot shot once before you can ride on your history. You had your chance, and you blew it. Now, you got one last one.. one very last chance EVER. Earn your shot, or you’re done. Understand?

Cracking his knuckles, Shelly curses under his breath.

Gabe Shelly: Oh, I got it, alright you prick! You just wait and see, I’ll go through whomever you send against me and take that title from Mark McNasty and then you can eat your own words.. count on it!

Shelly exits and room and Robinson grins quietly, nodding approval.

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

"West up" hits the PWA Chaos sound system and Malcom West walks out from the backstage area.

Eric Emerson: "Standing 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 250 pounds... Malcom... West!"

Malcom walks down to the ring with a smirk on his face. He slides under the bottom rope, pulling himself up and standing in a corner to await the match.

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 next, his partner, 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.


### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

Eric Emerson: "And now their opponents..."

A few sparks erupt near the top of the ramp. The continue to grow in size until it looks like an accidental electrical
fire has gone off, and finally...


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

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

Eric Emerson: "Standing 5 foot 8 inches and weighing in at 125 pounds, all the way from Washington D.C. .. Psycho Sandra!"

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

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

Sandra is stopped by the referee, who makes her put the baseball bat on the announcer's table. She finally agrees and runs back into the ring, rotating her shoulders and neck in between waving to the crowd as her song dies down.

Eric Emerson: "Her tag team partner... from Parts Unknown standing at an even 7 feet tall and weighing 352 pounds... Project X!"

The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of red strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Hysteria" by Muse hits the PA system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the outline of Project X can be made as he jogs on the spot, preparing himself for the task ahead. When the music reaches it's peak, he bursts forth in a rush of energy and launches his chokeslamming arm up into the air as a jet of pyro launches up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk.

Malcolm West wastes no time as he charges Project-X, executing a Lou Thesz press that takes the bigger man to the mat. Malcolm fires a right hook into his opponent's head before P-X throws him off with force. West rolls back to his feet and nails his foe with a Yakuza kick as Project-X begins getting to his feet. Malcolm brings an overhead chop down at his adversary's head, but P-X catches his wrist and lifts him overhead into a gorilla press as he stands. Project-X drops his opponent to the mat behind him, but Malcolm West is immediately back to his feet. Malcolm attempts a running bulldog, but his adversary throws him off and into the ropes. West springboards off the ropes with a back elbow. As he connects P-X catches him and drills him into the canvas with a powerslam.

Brian Rentfro: "Malcolm West is all fired up as he unleashes on Project-X."

Jon McDaniel: "P-X's power and resiliency prevents West from gaining the upper hand for long, however. It's just a matter of time before Malcolm will tire and make a mistake, leaving him open for Project-X."

Project-X begins stomping all over his opponent's body. Malcolm West grabs his foe's foot, stopping him long enough to execute a spinning leg sweep that brings P-X crashing to the canvas. Malcolm retains his grasp on his opponent's foot as he rolls over into a half Boston crab. Project-X pushes himself up by his hands and forcefully powers his way to freedom, sending West tumbling across the mat. Project-X stands up and stalks his adversary. Malcolm West hops to his feet and rushes his foe with a lariat. Crop Circle! Project-X drills his opponent into the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: "And there's the opening I spoke about."

Brian Rentfro: "P-X calls for the Probe... and delivers! The cover and the count!"




Eric Emerson: "Malcolm West has been eliminated!"

Riona Langly leaps over the top rope to enter the ring and clips her foe's left knee out from under him as he is getting to his feet. With P-X on one knee, Riona grabs him by the mask and pulls his head back to plant him into the mat with a reverse ddt. The Celestial Trigger backs up, measuring her adversary, and runs in to punt his skull like a soccer ball! P-X rolls over, holding his head in pain. Langly hooks his arms in a clinch and begins driving repeated knees into his skull.

Psycho Sandra tries to run into the ring to help her partner, but Referee Cole Tate stops her, explaining that the initial five minute tag period has not yet expired. With an angry roar Project-X throws Riona Langly away from him. Langly falls but tumbles back to her feet to drive a knee to her opponent's temple. P-X is leveled then surges forward with a hellacious clothesline, literally flipping the Celestial Trigger into the air to land on her back. Project-X grabs his foe by her throat and prepares for the Probe. Riona shoots several rapid stiff as Hell kicks into her opponent's leg, causing him to falter momentarily. She reverse the chokeslam into a diving arm breaker then applies a Fujiwara armbar.

Brian Rentfro: "Damn, Riona seems pissed!"

Jon McDaniel: "She practically always fights like this, Brian."

Brian Rentfro: "PMS, it's a way of life for some."

Project-X reaches out to grab the bottom rope and cause the break. Referee Tate tells Sandra that she may now enter the ring as well, making the match suddenly two on one. As soon as Psycho Sandra enters the ring she is met by a Reality Check from the Celestial Trigger, sending her spilling through the ropes to the floor. Riona Langly turns her attention back to Project-X just in time to get hit in the side of the face by a big boot. P-X throws Riona into the ropes, going for the Crop Circle. Langly leaps into the air, rolling along her opponent's back to land on her feet behind him. Detonator!

Riona wraps up her foe with an inside cradle as Sandra pulls herself to her feet on the outside.



Psycho Sandra dives back inside the ring, looking to break the pinfall attempt.


But she is too late.

Eric Emerson: "Project-X has been eliminated!"

Brian Rentfro: "Psycho Sandra versus Riona Langly... we may see a battle of dominance to prove who the top woman is in the PWA!"

Jon McDaniel: "No doubt of that, Jon."

The two women begin exchanging chops, each one rocking the other, the lashes leaving welts behind. Riona Langly fires a European uppercut to Psycho Sandra's jaw. Sandra reciprocates with an uppercut that causes Riona to stumble back into the ropes. Langly shoots a roundhouse kick at her opponent that takes Psycho Sandra off her feet. The Celestial Trigger whips her foe into the corner, following in to connect with a shining wizard off the ropes. Langly spins Sandra around to face the turnbuckles and unleashes elbows and knees. Psycho Sandra connects with a spinning back fist to her adversary's jaw then begins beating Riona's head into the turnbuckles. Sandra switches places with her opponent and drives shoulders into her. As Riona Langly drops to the mat Psycho Sandra stomps away at her foe before choking her with her boot.

As Referee Cole Tate reprimands Psycho Sandra for choking her opponent and not allowing her out of the corner, Riona Langly performs a double-leg takedown before catapulting Sandra face-first into the turnbuckles. Riona kips up to her feet before executing a back-to-back neckbreaker on her adversary. The Celestial Trigger rolls her foe over into a chinlock surfboard. Psycho Sandra shouts and growls and curses, flailing wildly to escape the hold. Referee Cole Tate asks if she wishes to submit, but he only gets cursed out for his efforts. As he is checking on Sandra, however, Project-X blasts a huge stiff as fuck punch into Riona's face, causing her to release Psycho Sandra and hold her now-bleeding nose instead.

Brian Rentfro: "Project-X still making his influence felt in this match despite being eliminated."

Jon McDaniel: "Your mastery of the obvious never fails to amaze me, Rentfro."

Seeking to make a bad situation even worse, Sandra steps on her opponent's face and spins around. Laughing wildly, Sandra runs into the ropes then plants a double-stomp onto her foe's stomach. Psycho Sandra pulls Langly, but before she can execute anything she finds herself lifted into the air. The Celestial Trigger glares at P-X and spits blood at him, hitting his mask. Riona then executes a facebuster from the vertical suplex, drilling Sandra into the canvas. Langly forces her adversary back to her feet. Bomb Dropper ReMix!

Brian Rentfro: "This could be it! Riona's going for the pin!"




Jon McDaniel: "No! Project-X puts Sandra's foot on the bottom rope and gets the referee's attention to make the save!"

The Celestial Trigger measures her opponent. As Sandra begins pulling herself back to her feet, Riona Langly runs to the ropes, looking for her signature springboard tornado ddt. Psycho Sandra manages to counter mid-move, however, and plants her adversary with a ura-nage. Sandra hits a curb stomp on Langly! She rolls her foe over for the pinfall attempt.




Psycho Sandra whips her opponent into the ropes. What move she was going for is unknown as Riona Langly delivers the Angelic Euphoria and covers for a pin attempt.


Sandra reverses the pin.



Riona rolls the pin over as well.



Th- Project-X yanks Langly off his partner, breaking the pinfall attempt.

The Celestial Trigger hops back to her feet, chewing out P-X but not taking her eyes off her opponent. As Psycho Sandra charges her with a spear, Riona quickly sidesteps and pulls down the middle rope, causing Sandra to dive out of the ring and take down her own partner. Riona Langly quickly springs to the top turnbuckle and flies off with an enzurigiri, nailing Project-X and laying him out. Langly turns to Sandra, dragging her to her feet. Suddenly Psycho Sandra executes a shoulder jawbreaker out of nowhere! Sandra tosses her adversary back inside the ring and slides in after her.

Psycho Sandra pulls Riona Langly to her feet. The two women begin trading blows once more until Sandra drives a vicious boot into her foe's gut. Lobotomy! Sandra drops for the pin, grapevining both legs.





Eric Emerson: "Riona Langly has been eliminated! Your winners and advancing to the United Forces Finals... PSYCHO-X!!!"

Project-X rolls into the ring, helping Psycho Sandra to her feet. P-X hugs Sandra in celebration of their victory. Chamelion steps out on the stage as they embrace. Project-X lets his hand run down along Sandra's back, grabbing her by the ass. Psycho Sandra pushes away from P-X, and Chamelion dives into the ring, getting between the two of them. Suddenly the lights cut off.

Brian Rentfro: "What the Hell? Get those lights back up! Now!"

As if on cue, the lights do indeed come back on. Sandra and Chamelion are gone, but Project-X is not alone in the ring.

Nightmare stands right behind him.

Hearing the fans' commotion, P-X turns around, only to get a faceful of black mist.

Jon McDaniel: "Project-X isn't the only man you don't mess with in the PWA, and Nightmare's here to prove why!"

As P-X claws at his face, trying to clear his eyes, Nightmare pulls him out onto the ring apron. REQUIEM FOR THE FALLEN!

Nightmare asks for a microphone.

Nightmare: "Let this be a lesson to you. No one interferes in my business and gets away with it! I am no one's bitch!"

"You? That's all you are, the PWA's resident bitch."

"By the way, congratulations, Sandra. I'll see you and this sack of shit you call a partner at Summer Sizzler. It should be fun. Should be fun."

Nightmare nods then throws down the microphone and exits through the crowd.

As Malcolm West heads up the ramp, Seamus O'Conner runs out of the crowd and attacks him from behind, leaving him laying on the ramp.

Seamus: "Malcom, I told you I'd be back until you answered my challenge. You wanted to make me out like a racist, well I do hate you not because you are black, but because you are you. Ready for a match? Until you accept or deny that you want to face me, you have this to look forward to each and every week."

More Fun with President Robinson

Sabotage by the Beastie Boys comes on again and President Robinson comes out to the ring.

Rob Robinson: Now that's what I'm talking about! This has undoubtedly been the best episode of Friday Night Robison EVAH!!! But the show's not over yet, far from it. We've still got the main event coming up, Deacon Frost, Gabe Shelly and some mystery man fighting for a shot at the World title at Summer Sizzler! Only one thing bothers me about this. With this match plus Summer Sizzler, that'll be a whole lot of three way dances going on. I think that the World title match should be a little more special than that. Another thing that bothers me is our World champion, Mark McNasty. Here's a guy that has a really hard time winning a match in anything other than a fluke finish. I'm not sure he should even be champion. But I'm a kind and giving sort, so I'm going to give him the opportunity to prove that he's the real deal. That means that at Summer Sizzler, the main event is going to be a three way elimination match! If McNasty can walk out of that with the belt then I think he'll finally have proven himself!

Robinson leaves the ring as the crowd cheers.


We return to the ring, to find a table set up in the center with a chair on either side and a clip board and pen sitting on the table. Eric Emerson stands in the ring, mic in hand.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Contract Signing!

The arena explodes as the fans rise to their feet, cheering loudly.

Eric Emerson: At Summer Sizzler, these two men will face off in a grudge match, and it is their first meeting in perhaps six years! Introducing first; THUNDERWOLF!

"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. Thunderwolf makes his descent to the ring. He gives some of the fans high fives, before reaching the ring and stepping inside, walking over to stand behind one of the chairs.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent at Summer Sizzler; the Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!

A single GONG echoes through out the arena before ‘Dead Man Walking’ is heard and the lyrics of You’re Gonna Pay precedes Raizzor’s appearance on stage. He walks with a purpose down the ramp, never taking his eyes off of Thunderwolf. Once he reaches the ring, he rises the steel steps and enters the ring, brushing his hair back from his face to give Thunderwolf a terrible look. Wolf just smirks back.

Eric Emerson: Gentlemen, if you’d care to have a seat, we’ll get this contract signed for your match at Summer Sizzler.

Raizzor does not move, and Thunderwolf chooses to remain standing. Emerson picks up the clipboard and hands it over to Wolf.

Eric Emerson: In that case, if you’d be so kind as to sign your name on the dotted line, Mr. Kessler?

Thunderwolf takes the clipboard and looks through the contract, slowly turning pages while lifting his eyes occasionally towards Raizzor. After a few, he takes the pen and scribbles his name, before tossing the clip board back onto the table. Emerson reaches for it.

Eric Emerson: Thank you. Now, Raizzor?

He hands the contract towards Raizzor, who reaches one hand slowly to take it. Without even looking down, he signs his name, never taking his eyes off of Thunderwolf. Once done, he drops it onto the table, the same as Thunderwolf did. Emerson picks up the clipboard.

Eric Emerson: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, for Summer Sizzler, its official; Thunderwolf vs. Raizzor!

The crowd roars at the announcement. Thunderwolf then steps around the table, walking casually up to Raizzor and looks him square in the eyes. He speaks, unheard, but the Soul-Taker makes no move, nor appears to even react. The fans seem to hold their collective breaths, expecting something to happen. Wolf scoffs once, as Raizzor does not respond, when the GONG echoes through the arena and the lights go pitch dark.

Brian Rentfro: Now what?

Jon McDaniel: We’ve lost power, someone get the lights back up!

A few moments later, they come back on. Thunderwolf is standing in the same spot, looking around with an eyebrow raised, as Raizzor is no where to be seen.

Jon McDaniel: I guess that was Raizzor’s way of departure.

Brian Rentfro: What? No brawl for all? Damn!

Jon McDaniel: They’re saving it for Summer Sizzler, and it’s sure to be a tremendous match! But we have more action here tonight to get too, so we’ll be back in a few!

Mark McNasty & Jamie Flynn vs. Nightstyker & Matthew Engel

We come back from the longest set of commercials in history to see Mark McNasty flat on his back. Nightstryker drops down to cover.


Jon McDaniel: Oh my god, that had to be the most epic match Ive seen in my decade here in the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: (weeping) Dear God, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.


Number One Contendership Match for the PWA World Championship
Gabe Shelly vs. Deacon Frost vs. Mystery Opponent

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will decide who will go on to face Matthew Engel and the PWA World Champion, Mark McNasty at Summer Sizzler!

The reaction from the crowd is deafening and Emerson holds off till it quiets a bit.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, he is the current #1 contender to the World title… GABE SHELLY!

An angry Shelly stomps down to the ring, jumping into it and kicks the ropes in frustration.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, weighing in at 350lbs and hailing from The Bowery, DEACON FROST!

(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”

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

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

“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.)

Eric Emerson: And their opponent………

Suddenly the arena goes dark... a pair of luscious looking female lips appear on the ADC-Tron not much else...

Lips: “Ladies and Gentlemen... One and All... We all know who's the fairest of them all... So let him step in the ring... Watch him win this thing... and make Jaw's dropped all over... “

The pair of lips disappeared with a sort of vicious yet seductive laugh left behind in it's wake.

Then softly over the speakers, came the sounds of one soft guitar being picked, into a nice rhythm.

Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became

The lights slowly change to a deep red color.

I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
When I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied

The song then opens up, heavy and hard- Its “A tout le monde” by Megadeth.

So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My body's gone that's all

Then as the song hits its chorus, three fireworks go off in unison, two red, one white, from the Centre comes Alex Wilkie, Decked out in a leather jacket, with “A+” Engraved on the back in red, A huge smile on his face, He looks out to the crowd, points to one side of the arena... then he looks out to the other side, he points to them- He then brings his hands up raising them high in the air. The same kind of fire works go off twice behind him.

Eric Emerson: From Vancouver British Columbia and weighing in at 250lbs; ALEX WILKIE!

À tout le monde [To all the world]
À tout mes amis [To all my friends]
Je vous aime [I love you]
Je dois partir [I have to leave]
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free

The song cuts to the guitar solo after the chorus has been sung twice. He begins to walk down the ramp slowly, he stood there for a moment, looking into the ring at his opponents... he takes off his glasses... then his jacket, tossing both into the crowd. He then rolls under the bottom rope, keeping his eye on Deacon and Gabe... He then climbs up to the nearest top turnbuckle, No poses, he looks out into the crowd, then hops down as his music fades.

Jon McDaniel: WILKIE!?

Brian Rentfro: Alex Wilkie is back!!!? WOW! This is Cool!

Jon McDaniel: I agree, what I DON’T get is that it’s Robinson who gave him this shot! The man who hates Canadians like the plague!

Brian Rentfro: Robinson knows a talent when he sees it, and as the boss he isn’t letting his personal feelings get in the way! Besides, weigh the options man! Shelly or Wilkie? Who’d you go for?

McDaniel and Brian Rentfro: WILKIE!

McDaniel (follows up): But watch out for Frost, he’s not a man to be taken lightly!

Brian Rentfro: No, he’s not! The three men are ready, and there’s the bell!


The bell rings. As Deacon Frost looks at the two other men in the ring, Alex Wilkie blitzes towards Gabe Shelley. Shelley is quick on his feet though. He backs up to the ropes, and dodges right as Wilkie gets to him. Wilkie slams into the ropes, and Gabe steps behind him. As Wilkie comes bouncing back first towards Gabe, Shelley nails a German suplex. Wilkie flies, folding like an accordion. As Gabe hops back to his feet, Deacon Frost is behind him. Frost grabs Shelley by the neck, but Shelley drops down and elbows Frost in the knee caps. Frost groans, and bends. Shelley braces himself on the mat, then kicks upwards, nailing Frost in the head with a hard shin. Frost’s neck snaps as he stumbles backwards into the ropes.

Jon McDaniel:…What the hell just happen.

Brian Rentfro: …I….I don’t know.

Shelley runs to a corner and jumps up onto the turnbuckle. He holds an arm up, and the crowd actually seems a bit surprised. We look across the ring to see Alex Wilkie getting up, and he looks mad. Alex again runs for where Gabe is, but he turns in time to see Alex coming. Gabe vaults up and over Wilkie, landing behind him as Alex bumps into the corner. Gabe grabs one of Alex’s arms as he stumbles out of the corner, and Gabe begins spinning for momentum. He finally lets go of Wilkie, as Wilkie is aimed at Deacon Frost. Frost is finally back on his feet and out of the ropes as Gabe lets Wilkie go. Wilkie slams face first into the big man, before bouncing off him and spinning sideways, then hitting the mat. Frost takes two steps back, before opening his eyes to see Gabe Shelley leap into the air. Shelley connects with a HUGE missile dropkick to the FACE of Deacon Frost. The crowd groans as Frost tries to grab the rope to balance himself. However, being so close, and the force so strong, he flips up and over to the floor outside.

Jon McDaniel: Holy shit what is going on?

Brian Rentfro: Are we on Bizzaro world now?

The ref is looking over the top rope to see if Frost is hurt. Meanwhile, Gabe looks quite proud of himself. as he walks over to Wilkie and bends over to pick him up. Wilkie however, looks to have finally had enough. His arms snap out, grabbing Gabe’s face. Wilkie yanks it in close, before slamming his head up with so much force that Gabe’s neck snaps back, and sends his body flying off of Wilkie. Wilkie rolls over onto his knees, and pushes up. Gabe crawls over to the corner and uses the post to try and pull himself up. He puts his hands on the second corner turnbuckle and pushes up, but then stops as Deacon Frost rises up from outside and stands eye to eye with Gabe who is on the inside. Frost looks angry as we see the bright red imprint on his face from Gabe‘s boots.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t know if we can show on TV what Frost is about to do to Shelley.

Jon McDaniel: Even I’m scared and I’m not in the match.

Gabe throws himself out of the corner and begins trying to hurry to his feet. Wilkie is behind him a few feet, while Frost is stepping onto the apron and into the ring. Shelley thinks quick and bounces to his feet. He turns to throw a high shin kick at Wilkie, but Wilkie ducks. Wilkie runs up to Gabe and grabs him. Gabe’s stomach is facing Alex, and Gabe’s foot is up on Alex’s shoulder. Alex smiles as he belly to belly suplex’s Gabe. Gabe lands with a sick thud. Wilkie turns and sees Deacon coming towards him. Wilkie throws up his fists, but Frost actually holds up a finger, as if saying “give me a minute.” Frost walks to Gabe and puts a foot on his face. Frost holds it down as Shelley’s arms and legs begin to flail. Foot on Gabe’s face, Frost steps off the ground. The entire crowd groans as Frost steps down. Wilkie even looks like he is cringing. Frost doesn’t waste time though as he bends over, and rolls Gabe onto his stomach. Frost reaches down and yanks the arms of Gabe up and behind him. Frost then looks to the crowd as he puts the bottom of his boot on the pulled up head of Shelley. Frost smiles before letting the arms go, and slamming Shelley’s head down with the back of his boot.

Brian Rentfro: Holy shit that was a sick curb stomp from Deacon Frost.

Frost looks over at Wilkie, who is clapping in an almost sarcastic way. Frost snarls, but Wilkie now holds up a finger to almost say, give me a chance. Wilkie walks over to the downed Shelley, and kicks him in the ribs three times. Wilkie then lifts Shelley up, and walks till the two are close to the ropes. Wilkie grabs Shelley’s arm, and throws him in the direction of the opposite rope. Gabe bounces off, and as he comes back, Wilkie drops. As Gabe reaches him, Alex extends his legs into Gabe’s gut, and sends him flying up over to top rope. The fans scream as Gabe actually flies over the guard rail, and lands in a heap on top of a few chairs in the first and second rows.

Jon McDaniel: That’s some wicked revenge from the Irish whip Gabe gave Alex earlier.

We look at the wreckage, and you can’t see Gabe’s head since its buried between some chairs. An arm is sticking up through the back of one of the folding chairs, and both his legs are in the air. Back in the ring, Wilkie looks proud of himself as he walks towards Frost. Wilkie leans on Frost like they are buddies, and asks what Frost thought. Frost holds up a thumb, before it quickly becomes a fist and decks Wilkie.

Brian Rentfro: And the alliance ends!

Frost delivers two more swift punches, pushing Wilkie into the corner. Grabbing his arm, Frost whips him across the ring, and Wilkie hits back first into the other corner. Frost holds up a hand, and comes charging in at full speed! Frost jumps going for a huge splash, but Wilkie ducks it and as Frost hits hard into the corner, Wilkie rolls him up.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: SO CLOSE!

Brian Rentfro: Wilkie capitalized on Frost’s mistake, and almost had the match won!

Frost stumbles to his feet and Wilkie quickly hops onto the second turnbuckle and launches himself at Frost, taking the Monster down with a flying forearm. Wilkie lands in a roll and is quickly on his feet. Frost is up nearly as quickly, but turns around to eat a clothesline from Wilkie! Wilkie turns his attention back to Frost and grabs a front face lock. Wilkie goes for a suplex, but Frost hooks the leg and blocks the move. Wilkie tries again, but Frost blocks it. Now Frost reverses! But Wilkie flips around and grabs Frost from behind. Big German suplex from Wilkie!



Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Don't let the near fall fool you. Even though that was an impressive move, Frost has more than enough left in him to kick out.

Wilkie applies a fujiwar arm bar and pulls way up on the arm. Frost is reaching for the ropes, but is nowhere close to grabbing them. Wilkie lets go of the arm and steps over into a camel clutch. Frost really needs to get the ropes, and he tries, but they're still just out of reach. Frost is trying to stand! He's actually getting to his feet, with Wilkie still on his back! Frost is on his feet and he falls backwards, sending Wilkie crashing to the mat! Frost is up just before Wilkie and leans into the ropes. He comes back with a clothesline, which Wilkie ducks. Wilkie then nails him in the back of the head with a crescent kick!

Jon McDaniel: What a kick, but Frost still won’t fall!

Wilkie runs towards Frost to hit a bulldog, but Frost catches him and spins him around with a modified side-walk slam! He covers, hooking the leg.



Shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: That could have been it!!

Jon McDaniel: Both men showing their determination, and Shelly still hasn’t moved from the outside.

Frost scoops Wilkie up and goes for a massive power bomb, but Wilkie punches him in the nose and drops down in front of Frost and as he does he grabs him around the neck and brings him down face first into Wilkie’s double knees as Wilkie lands on his back on the canvas! Frost bounces back, blood spurting from his nose, which is surely broken!

Brian Rentfro: HOLY HELL, what a counter!

Jon McDaniel: Wilkie broke away from the power bomb only to use it to his advantage! Frost is bleeding badly now!

Wilkie jumps up, grabs Frost and whips him to the ropes. As he bounces off, Wilkie goes to the other side, starts to bounce off, when he gets tripped up by Gabe Shelly, who has returned albeit holding his left shoulder, which looks dislocated!

Brian Rentfro: Where’d HE come from!?

Jon McDaniel: He must have started moving after we got distracted!

Wilkie falls flat on his face and rolls out of the ring. Frost, still covered in blood and groggy, watches Shelly slip painfully into the ring. The two men look at each other, and Shelly rushes in with his good arm and catches Frost in the face. Frost roars as he stumbles back and Shelly kicks him in the stomach. As Frost bends over, Shelly goes to deliver a DDT with his good arm, but Frost stands and flips Shelly over! Shelly lands on his bad shoulder and the arena hears a crunch and a cry of pain as Shelly’s collar bone breaks!!

Brian Rentfro: Shelly is done for, he has to be!

Even with the blood clouding his vision, and being a bit wobbly from the loss, Frost picks up the dazed and sickened Shelly and connects with The Frost Bite! The crowd jumps to their feet as he covers.



Jon McDaniel: LOOK OUT!

Wilkie comes flying off the top rope with a modified Shooting Star Press, landing square on Frost’s back, breaking the pinfall! Frost rolls away holding his ribs and Wilkie scrambles over and covers Shelly.






Brian Rentfro: Alex Wilkie is going to main event Summer Sizzler for the PWA World Title!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW Number one contender along side Matthew Engel, ALEX WILKIE!

Wilkie grins wildly as his hand is raised in victory. Shelly is moaning on the canvas, busted in more ways then one.. and Frost, his nose broken and blood smeared over his face, gives Wilkie one final look, before medics take him out. More medics with a stretcher and neck brace attend to Gabe Shelly. Wilkie smirks as he poses for the crowd, when Mark McNasty appears on the stage, clapping.

Jon McDaniel: And here’s Wilkie’s old tag team partner, McNasty, whom he is going to face at Summer Sizzler. Will they be able to get along or has Grade ‘A’ Nastyness seen a true end?

Brian Rentfro: And don’t count of Matt Engel! This man has waited seven months for a chance at the world title! If McNasty and Wilkie do break down, he may just be able to capitalize on it!

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve had an amazing night! We know our finals for the United Forces Tournament, we have triple threat events from top to bottom in the title hunt, and Alex Wilkie, back from serious injury, is going to get a new chance at the World title… we’ll see you in seven days for Summer Sizzler! Night all!

Sabotage comes on and interrupts McDaniel just as the screen was starting to fade.

Rob Robinson: Whoa, whoa, whoa there Jon. I think you're forgetting about my big annoucement!

Robinson slowly makes his way to the ring while the crowd can't decide whether to cheer or boo.


Rob Robinson: Its just about that time, gang. I know you're excited, but you've got to wait just a couple more minutes for my big announcement. Based on the results of Friday Night Robinson, I've got a couple more matches to make for Summer Sizzler. First, we're going to have Viktor Stone taking on Corey Lazarus! Now that's a money match if I ever saw one, and believe me, I've seen plenty.

The crowd cheers and Robinson holds his hands up to quiet them down.

Rob Robinson: Ok, now's the announcement you've all been waiting for. I said a few weeks ago that I'm finding the PWA to be lacking since I left. I said that we need a signature superstar like I was. So I started scouting out the talent in the PWA, trying to see who could live up to legendary career. I was discouraged, I'm not going to lie to you. Every match I watched, every wrestler I saw, it just depressed me. That is, until tonight. You see, tonight, I had an epiphany! Before I arrived at the arena, I made the necessary phone calls and everything was lined up. But then something else happened, I saw a man that has all the makings of a star! So, I thought, why not have TWO proteges? Isn't it better not to put all your eggs in one basket? Of course it is! So, allow me to name my first protege...Viktor Stone!

The crowd is quiet.

Rob Robinson: Ok, so maybe you haven't seen him just yet, but you will at Sizzler when he takes on Corey Lazarus and you'll see, he's going to be a huge star! But that still leaves me with one more name to drop. So, without further ado, allow me to introduce the PWA's next star...

A wildcat's scream plays on the speakers, interrupting Robinson and then "Eye of the Tiger" starts to play throughout the arena. Robinson raises an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders. Pyros on the entrance ramp go off, leaving the area covered in smoke. A figure can be seen in the smoke and he slowly walks out of it to reveal...Scottie "the Panther" Snow! Snow makes his way to the ring while Robinson watches with no expression on his face.

Rob Robinson: Scottie?

Scottie Snow: Yeah?

Rob Robinson: What the hell was that?

Scottie Snow: I'm your new protege!

Rob Robinson: No. No, you're not. Scottie, I wouldn't even let you pick up my breakfast from McDonald's. Now, if you're finished...My new protege is...

Scottie Snow: WAIT!

Robinson looks at Snow, clearly annoyed.

Scottie Snow: Rob, please, I'm begging you, I need this shot, man! I thought I was on a roll and then tonight I lost to Duff and I just don't know what to do. I need guidance.

Rob Robinson: On a roll? Scottie, you won one match!

Scottie Snow: But compared to how I was doing...

Rob Robinson: Scottie, look, you've been losing matches for the better part of a decade. You're old, you're barely mediocre, and I'd call you past your prime but that would imply that you ever had a prime. Face it Scottie, you're a natural born loser.

Scottie looks at Robinson and real anger shows on his face for a second. It quickly passes and his shoulders slump as he turns to leave the ring.

Rob Robinson: Jesus, what was that even about? Did he do that just so he could tell all his loser friends in the back that he was in the same ring as Rob Robinson? What a jerk. Anyway, I'm sorry about the interruption folks, but now, if I could continue...

Scottie Snow: Wait just a damn minute, Robinson!

Snow runs back to the ring and slides in.

Scottie Snow: I know I can turn my career around, I don't give a damn about what you just said. I. Will. Be. A. Winner.

Snow punctuates these words by poking Robinson in the chest with his finger.

Scottie Snow: If Steve Morely could become a tag team champion with Mikey P's help, I know you can take me to the top, Rob.

Rob Robinson: You know what, Scottie? You're full of shit. There, I said it and its true. But, at least you showed the backbone to come back and face me, so that tells me a little something. Now, I don't think that you'll amount to anything, so I'm not going to manage you...

Scottie Snow: I...

Rob Robinson: Don't interrupt me again, Scottie. What I was saying is that I won't manage you now, but I will give you a tryout. At Summer Sizzler, you'll face my protege. If you manage to beat him, and quite frankly, you won't, but if you do, I'll manage you.

Sabotage starts to play as the screen fades to black.