"Side Affects"

Live on from the San Diego Sports Arena - San Diego, CA
Air date: August 22nd, 2008

Alex Wilkie vs. Nick Matthews

Before the show goes live, the crowd is treated to a dark match between Alex Wilkie and Nick Matthews.  Shortly after the match begins, Chamelion interjects himself, superkicking Alex Wilkie while the ref is distracted by Nick Matthews and then Matthews picks up the win.  After the match, Wilkie and Chamelion have heated words, with Wilkie loudly proclaiming he quits.  As Wilkie walks up the ramp, Nick pats Chamelion on the back, only to get a super kick of his own, with Chamelion then telling the woozy Matthews that he has one last opportunity next week to prove himself, or he can follow Wilkie out the door.  As the ring is cleared, the pyros go off, announcing that Friday Night Rampage, has come on the air!

McDaniel: Welcome everyone to Rampage!  

Rentfro: You just missed an interesting series of events!  Robinson had re-hired Alex Wilkie, giving him a world title bid and some believe it was in a direct opposition of Chamelion riding the PWA Of Wilkie over a month ago.   

McDaniel: So, Wilkie was in action here, and Chamelion saw fit to intervene, costing him his match with Nick Matthews and afterwardsÖ.  

Rentfro: Wilkie turned in his resignation, not wanting to deal with the likes of Chamelion anymore!  

McDaniel: And then Chamelion warned Matthews, in his own way, that he has to shape up by next week or heís out too!  

Rentfro: Sorry we couldnít show you such a wonderful opening match to Rampage!  Blame the Olympics if youíd like!  But we have three high octane matches for you here tonight, as the best of the best happened on a special edition of Chaos just prior to Rampage!  We wonít tell you what happened, but all I can say isÖÖWOW! Chaos ainít no B-Show anymore!  

McDaniel: We have a lot to follow up on, so letís get under way!

The arena lights dim as 'Round and Round' hits the pa system. At the twelve second mark fire erupts all the way up the entrance ramp, as Scott Nash Strader steps out onto it. He's met with cheers and a few jeers as he just stands on the ramp. He's wearing his ring attire tonight, which consists of a pair of black leather pants, black wrestling boots, and a white muscle shirt. He waits as Eric Emerson come up the ramp. He hands him the microphone and makes his way back down.

Rentfro: Strader! I bet you he's here to announce what title he's going for!

McDaniel: It's been driving me crazy. This could be huge!

Strader looks around the arena as the music fades out. He raises the microphone to his lips as the crowd quiets down.

SNS: Hello
SAN DIEGO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd is on their feet with a cheap pop. Scott lets them quiet down again before speaking again.

SNS: As you can I'm suited up for my match against El Rey and Nightmare with former PWA World champion Corey Lazarus, but I had to come out here to tell you all something...

McDaniel: Yeah what title you want a shot at and when!!

SNS: I had no idea that briefcase held a contract for whatever title I wanted a shot at. I mean, the match would've been over twice as quick. You see, the real reason I came back to the PWA was someone on the roster is behind the deaths of my sister Vicca Li, and my brother Kaleb, not to mention what seems to be permanent amnesia for Payton...

Scott begins to pace around the ramp looking out at the crowd occasionally as he speaks to them.

SNS: See the thing is, I don't believe Virus. I don't believe he he ordered Kelser to slaughter my brothers. See the killer of my sister and brother received a the same amount of money from the same source, just days before each murder happened. Virus just said that to get to me, because I'm backing a friend of mine, Duff.

But if by the odd chance it was Virus just wait till you see what I do with him.

The crowd boo's intently at the mention of a Master's name. 'Insert name' stands there looking at SNS.

SNS: So what I have to do is draw out this son of a bitch. It seems every time one of us Strader's is getting close to the top of the industry they take a swing at us. So I've made my decision on what title I'm fighting for, and when.

Rentfro: Just spit it out Strader.

McDaniel: Please say Manitoba Mayhem!

SNS: The first official booked match of next months PPV Manitoba Mayhem is the challenger, which is me, Scott Nash Strader taking on the PWA World Champion...

The crowd arupts in cheers for their World Champion...

SNS: Mark McNasty!

The crowd goes even crazier at the announcement of September's Pay-Per-View.

McDaniel: SNS is taking on McNasty at Manitoba Mayhem!

Rentfro: I could think of so many other better opponents for our World champion.

SNS: I'm looking to take the spot at the top of the industry back. And you McNasty, are going to help me draw out this son of a bitch by giving me a shot at the piece of gold you have on your shoulder. Not only will I find out who is hunting and killing my family, but I will gain the respect back I once had by being the PWA's World Champion!

Strader tosses the microphone down as 'Round and Round' starts up again as Strader heads back stage as the broadcast to Rampage begins.

Kyle Malone vs. Victor Stone


Eric Emerson: "The following match is set for one fall and is for the PWA Television Championship."

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the
entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled
up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford , CT. .. he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the rampway as Red lights flicker throuhout the arena.
On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed
body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

The house lights dim as Emmure's "When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong" begins to pump out of the p.a. system. Strobe lights flash in
time to the beat of the music while Frank Palmeri's savage vocals wash over the crowd.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing the PWA Television Champion... weighing in at 177 pounds, standing at 5 foot 11 inches.... Kyle.... Malone!"

This is - the end!

On these words, the entrance curtain is brushed aside and Kyle Malone makes his way out into the arena. He keeps his head bowed to the crowd, who give
him a somewhat less than warm reception. After a few moments of soaking it all in, Kyle begins to make his way down towards the ring. Upon reaching the
apron he rolls up under the bottom rope and kips to his feet in the middle of the ring, before beginning to stretch off in anticipation of the opening


McDaniel: Set for a good match here Brian."

Rentfro: "Yes John, a TV championship matchup."

Kyle and Victor grapple in the middle of the ring with Victor taking Kyle down to the mat with an armbar. Victor is quickly back up and while holding onto the shoulder and wrist of Kyle, drops repeated knees to the exposed elbow. Victor has Kyle up and throwing him against the ropes with exaggerated arm yanks, effectively jerking the elbow of Kyle.

McDaniel: "Victor trying to yank that arm right out of the champ's socket."

Rentfro: "Doing a great job of it too."

Victor still has the wristlock held in place and throws Kyle into the ropes for another arm yank, but Kyle uses his momentum off the ropes to whirl around Victor; wrapping his arms and locking his hands around the waist of Victor. Lifting Victor up, he hits a rolling German suplex, another rolling German suplex, and on the third rolling German suplex, he sends Victor flying to land on his shoulder blades. Victor rolls out of the ring to gain his bearings.

McDaniel: "Kyle showing some major promise and great ring technique there Brian."

Rentfro: "Huh? What? I was staring at this lady in the front row, didn't see a thing."

McDaniel: "I bet, you didn't"

Rentfro: "How did Victor get out of the ring?"

Kyle runs up the corner turnbuckles closest to where Victor is catching his breath and dives with a plancha. Victor grabs and catches the diving Kyle ramming his back into the ringpost. While holding onto Kyle, he jumps up landing ontop of Kyle on the metal ring steps; still maintaining his hold on the television champion, he tosses Kyle to the side and brings his head down in a spinning ddt to the concrete. The ref's count has reached eight before Victor rolls back into the ring and sucessfully breaks the count. Victor is catching his breath in the ring and on the outside of the ring, Kyle begins to get groggily to his feet when out of nowhere Victor dives from the top rope flipping in mid-air. Kyle sucessfully blocks the move by catching Victor and spinning delivering a huge spinebuster to the hard concrete. Kyle gets to his feet and rolls, wearily, back into the ring; using the ropes, he manages to pull himself to his feet.

Rentfro: "What a series of moves there by both men."

McDaniel: "No wonder they are bone weary."

Victor is back into the ring and Kyle is over quickly with a barrage of quick leg kicks. Victor is able to fend them off with some effort until they both tie up. Victor appears to let Kyle get the advantage and Kyle gets him into a wristlock. Victor screams in pain, but jerks Kyle to him placeing a boot in his midsection and taking care of him with a Whipper Snapper(stunner).

Rentfro: "Whipper Snapper!"

McDaniel: "Victor going for the pin here."





Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match and NEW PWA Television Champion.... Victor... the Beast.... Stone!"

Rentfro: What a debut for Viktor Stone!

McDaniel: Malone had an impressive match at Summer Sizzler, but Stone apparently had the oomph to get things done her... hey, what's going on?

Up on the ADC-Tron, the sceen flickers for a few seconds, before revealing the following image.



As the image fades, the fans in the arena buzz excitedly about what that could mean!  The announcers look at each other perplexed, as we cut backstage to find Chamelion standing next to the new PWA Grizzly Beer Champion, Jethro Hayes.  

Chamelion: Ladies and Gentlemen, itís with great pleasure that I stand here with Mr. Hayes, with the honor of presenting him with the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship.  

Chamelion hands Jethro the belt, and Jethro smiles brightly.  

Jethro: Thanks, Boss!  Now, you told everyone that the champions can choose who they get to face at Manitoba Mayhem, correct?  

Chamelion: Thatís correct, Mr. Hayes.  Have you made a choice?  

Jethro: Indeed I have!  It would be an honor to defend this title against DUFF CŰTE d'IVOIRE !  

The crowd explodes in excited cheers and Chamelion shakes Jethroís hand, to make it official.  

Rentfro: Now thatís gonna be a hell of a match!  

McDaniel: I agree!  So is this next match!


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!  Introducing firstÖ, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda...

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

A light... in the black...

or just a fear... of the dark.

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

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even...

I am the man who walks alone

When I'm walking down a dark road

At night or strolling through the park

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

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

Have you ever run your fingers down the wall

And have you felt your neck skin crawl

When you're searching for the light?

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

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

Fear of the dark -- FEAR OF THE DARK!

Eric Emerson: ...he is the PWA Intercontinental Champion...

I have a constant fear that something's always near

Fear of the dark -- FEAR OF THE DARK!

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

I have a phobia that someone's always there

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Chamelion.  Born in Washington, D.C., she calls Las Vegas, Nevada home; and she is a former PWA World Champion; PSYCHO SANDRA!

The stadium lights go out for a moment, allowing the crowd to talk amongst themselves. After a while, 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!!

Sandra runs down the ramp, with Chamelion walking behind, giving her all the room she needs. 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 whatever foreign object she's brought on the announcer's table. Chamelion whispers in her ear, and 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.  Engel points to Chamelion to keep out of it, and Chamelion points back in a mocking fashion.


McDaniel: Mutual distrust here, with Engel thinking Chamís gonna get involved, and vice versa.  Letís see if that comes true.  

As the bell rings, Sandra and Engel step to the middle of the ring, staring at each other,  face to face. Sandra looks up at Engel, her eyes blazing, still reeling from last week.  Engel smirks back at her, and that causes Sandra to slap Engel. The audience pops with a round of "Oooooooohhhhhhh!!!"s.  

Rentfro: Sandra is still feeling the effects of Project Xís mis-management last week.  

McDaniel: Is THAT what they call it these days?  

Engel clenches his fist, and comes back with a right hook, but Sandra ducks. Sandra catches his arm on the swing around and does a fireman's carry type move. Sandra tries to get Engel in a chin lock, but he kicks up, hitting Sandra in the face. Sandra falls back but catches herself, holding her chin.  

Rentfro: Engel isnít holding anything back in this match!  He came within millimeters of being the new World Champion, and he canít afford another loss.  

McDaniel: Coupled with Sandraís aggression, expect things to boil over here quickly.  

Engel goes for a lock up, but Sandra instead catches his arms around the wrists, falls backwards and kicks up her knees, flipping Engel over onto his back.  Chamelion whoops on the outside, encouraging her on.  Sandra kick flips up onto her feet and runs into the ropes. Engel is up quick but Sandra mows him down with a spear. Sandra goes for the pin.  



Shoulder up.  

Rentfro: Nice combo from Sandra, utilizing a move I donít think Iíve ever seen before!  

McDaniel: Sheís not in the mood to wrestle, Sandra wants to fight!  

Engel rolls to his feet, shaking his head and trying to figure Sandra out.  Sandra, on the other hand, isnít waiting and she comes in fast.  Engel gets behind Sandra and secures his arms around her waist and takes her down with a belly to back suplex! Sandra bounces off the canvas, and Engel flips over for his own cover attempt.  





Kick out.  

Rentfro: Engel counters and nearly comes out with a pin!  Sandra has to get her focus back!  

McDaniel: She does indeed, otherwise her own anger will get the better of her.  

Engel jumps up fast and swings viciously at Sandra, but she ducks and  catches his hand and punches him dead between the eyes. She tries to set Engel up for a pile driver, but Engel sweeps her feet out form under her and Sandra drops to her back. Engel is up faster that Sandra and cruelly kicks her in the stomach, knocking her down again.  

Rentfro: Now that was uncalled for!  

McDaniel: Youíre not the only one who thinks so!  

This prompts Chamelion to jump on the apron, catching Engelís attention!   

Rentfro: Yeah, Sommers isnít taking kindly to Engelís actions!  

McDaniel: But he canít get directly involved, or heíll cost Sandra the match!  

Suddenly, from under the ring, Project X appears and grabs Chamelion by his feet!  

Rentfro: Itís PROJECT X!  

McDaniel: Where the hell did he come from!?  

Chamelion yelps and then the crowd tenses as the sheer force of ripping Chamelion from the apron causes his face to slam into the siding of the ring before Project X pulls him, clawing feverishly, under the ring! 

Rentfro: X just dragged Chamelion down to hell!  

McDaniel: And Engel was worried about Chamelion? I donít think so!  Engel knows he has his chance now!  

Engel blinks once, turns and as Sandra rises up, her own eyes wide from seeing what just happened, Engel uses the distraction and to mock the over use of super kicks, hits Sandra square in the jaw! As she falls, he scurries up to the top rope and hits the Euthanasia!  








Rentfro: Give the assist to Project X!  

McDaniel: Engel with the win, but the match was about dead even before that incident!  Sandraís already out of the ring, ripping the apron back, looking for X and her husband.  

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Matthew Engel!  

Sandra doesnít pay attention, her eyes dart back and forth under the apron, and she finally sees Chamelion lifting the apron back on the other side and clawing his way back outside.  Project X is following close behind.  

Rentfro: Itís not over apparently!  

Back on his feet, Chamelion scurries backwards to give Project X room to clear the ring, as he is pissed and wants X where he can see him!  However, as Project X rises, Sandra comes from behind and spears PX in the back of the leg!  As X falls to one knee, Sandra grabs Chamelionís hand and forces him to go up the ramp with her.  

McDaniel: Sandra makes the save!  I donít think Chamelion wanted to leave!  

Rentfro: Heís not exactly the smartest man in the PWA, heíll take on anyone, even when theyíre bigger and badder then he is.  But Sandraís not having it anymore; she got her bit in, but she knows itís not the time or place to fight.  

Project X holds his leg and yells up at the couple, and he shakes his leg to get the feeling back into it, a slow smile barely seen under his mask.   

McDaniel: Things between these three can only get worse.  

Rentfro: No kidding, Einstein!  Letís move on!

Nightmare and El Rey vs. Corey Lazarus and Scoot Nash Strader

Eric Emerson: "The following match is set for one fall introducing first... they are the team of El rey and Nightmare... they are your PWA tag team champions and inaugural United Forces Tournament winners..."

The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'9" and weighing in at 280 pounds...

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

~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~

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!

As a shower of red pyros rains down upon the stage, Nightmare steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face.

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

Nightmare scans the crowd like a general surveying his troops. His gaze then settles upon the ring. Making his way forward he slaps hands with the fans.
Trailing behind Nightmare are his manager Akira and his bodyguard Dhamballa.

~Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah~
~Lust and death gone in your head~
~Rat pack mind degenerated~
~Thirteen ghosts sing the body red~

Arriving at ringside, Nightmare selects a lovely young woman out of the crowd, placing his signature Gargoyle sunglasses upon her head then posing with
the fans before turning to once again view the ring.

~Call me the dark intruder~
~Call me the haunted sea~
~Call me your Monster Zero~
~Call me anything you need~

Once at ringside Nightmare springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over the top.

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

Nightmare walks to the center of the ring and pumps his fist into the air. The four corner posts of the ring erupt into an explosion of red pyros as the
song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the dancing girls return to the back.

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

Nightmare takes his place in his corner to await the beginning of the match as Akira and Dhamballa take their stations outside the ring.

Eric Emerson: 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 yellow sombrero
and a Toreador jacket. The sombrero is banded in black with red hearts, while his jacket is yellow with red and black trim and bears an appliquť of a large
red heart encircled bandoleer style with a yellow 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 ring steps and
waits patiently in the center of the ring for the match to begin.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing their opponents..."

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

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time...

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

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 230 pounds...

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

Eric Emerson: And standing at 6-foot-1...

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

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood , California ...

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

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

5 Minutes Alone by Pantera blares through the speakers and out walks Scott Nash Strader. Nothing fancy, no pyro, he looks down at the ring and walks down with a determined look upon his face.
Eric Emerson: "From the Strader estate in Houston Texas , weighing in at 295 pounds and standing 6 feet 10 inches... Scott Nash Strader!"


Rentfro: "Tag champions in the house John."

McDaniel: "They pulled off the upset by defeating Psycho X last week at the hottest Summer Sizzler in PWA history!"

Rentfro: "Nightmare trying to talk to El Rey over there and see who is going to start this match."

McDaniel: "Bet that is going over like a fart in church."

The two teams have decided who will start the match, it will be Nightmare for his team and SNS for the other team. SNS and Nightmare tie up with SNS quick on the advantage by letting go and planting a huge right hand into the gut of Nightmare then laying Nightmare on his back with a big over the head suplex. , SNS looks down and quickly dropping a knee to the shoulder of Nightmare, up and dropping another one. Pulling Nightmare to his feet, SNS twists the arm of Nightmare into a painful wristlock, causing the shoulder to bulge hugely. Backing over to the his corner, SNS reaches behind him and tags in Lazarus, who flies from the top turnbuckle with an elbow drop onto the exposed shoulder. Grabbing the wristlock from SNS, LAZ plants a few swift kicks to the exposed ribs of Nightmare. Still maintining the wristlock, LAZ reaches behind himself and tags in SNS, who dives with a huge headbutt to the exposed shoulder of Nightmare driving the veteran to the mat.

McDaniel: "SNS and LAZ working well together here Brian."

Rentfro: "Like they are... supposed to be a team, they could have potential, especially if they can pull off the upset."

Placing Nightmare's head between his legs, SNS lifts Nightmare up and plants his shoulder across his knee with a shoulder breaker, befor delivering a belly to back suplex toss, which causes Nightmare to land on the injured shoulder. El Rey is tapping on their turnbuckle, trying to get Nightmare some much needed adrenaline.

McDaniel: "The crwd getting into it here Brian, they are clapping along with Nightmare's partner El Rey."

Rentfro: "As long as he doesn't begin talking, we don't have the liberty of using his interpreter."

SNS walks over to pick up Nightmare for another belly to back suplex, he has his arms wrapped around his waist, but Nightmare delivers a sharp back elbow to SNS, stopping the offense. SNS is still holding on, so Nightmare delivers four more back elbows to the mouth of SNS before the hold is finally broken. Nightmare stumbles forward and SNS stumbles backwards, they both turn around and... double clothesline; both men are down.

Rentfro: "Same thought, same move, same result."

McDaniel: "Both are superb athletes Brian, in fact all 4 men are."

Nightmare looks up and it appears to be a mile to his corner where El Rey is tapping on the turnbuckle padding, but the tapping is working as he crawls the arguous journey to their corner; sweat is pouring from the body of Nightmare. Unfortunately for Nightmare, SNS has reached his corner first and tags in LAZ, who runs in to prevent the tag and keep the much used Nightmare still in the match. LAZ grabs the ankle of the tired and weary Nightmare, who kicks backwards and plants his wrestling boot right into the muzzle of LAZ; who drops the ankle immediately hands going to his mouth and nose.

McDaniel: "The best chance for Nightmare so far in this match."

Rentfro: "Can team Initials keep the momentum?"

Nightmare gains his feet... El Rey taps... Nightmare lunges just enough to tag the outstretched hand of his tag team partner. El Rey comes in and is ablaze with fury LAZ goes for a clothesline, El Rey ducks. El Rey hits a roundhouse kick to the shoulder blades of LAZ's back, hitting the ropes, he jumps crossways and both him and LAZ go down after the cross body block. El Rey is up quickly and springboards off the ropes with a lionsault, he hooks the leg for the pin.

one... two... LAZ gets his shoulder up just before the 3 count.

McDaniel: "Close count there."

Rentfro: "The King of Hearts is burning with indegestion."

El Rey is up fast and springboarding off the bottom rope again with another lionsault, but LAZ lifts both knees into the air and drives the wind right out of El Rey's sails. LAZ begins the crawl to a fresher SNS, El Rey crawls to a fresher Nightmare. El Rey reaches his corner first and makes the tag, Nightmare rushes into the ring and prevents the tag from LAZ to SNS inches before it would have happened.

Rentfro: "Close call, Nightmare keeping the winded LAZ in the match."

McDaniel: "Lucky for the champs El Rey was near their corner."

Nightmare works over LAZ in the corner with chest slaps, knife edge chops, face claps, and a few right hands. Nightmare whips LAZ into the ropes and aims for his elevataed spear into a spinebuster, he calls it the Lanzarse Spike.

McDaniel: "Lanzarse Spike."

Rentfro: "I haven't seen that move in a long time."

McDaniel: "Very effective that move."

Nightmare tags in his tag team partner who dives from the top rope with a leg drop across the throat of LAZ. El Rey goes for the cover...

one... two... 2 3/4- SNS breaks up the count before Nightmare can stop him. Nightmare charges at SNS who plants him with a belly to belly suplex onto his injured shoulder; El Rey charges at SNS. SNS sees the charge of El Rey and hits a running Somoan drop onto the charging El Rey. SNS bends down and drags LAZ to their corner by his ankles, before helping him to his feet. SNS gets out of the ring on the ref's orders before LAZ reaches and cockily tags in his partner.

Rentfro: "LAZ and SNS coinciding well together."

McDaniel: "I, nor anyone else, can argue that fact."

SNS walks to where El Rey is laying and from the ring apron flips himself over with a leg drop across the masked face of El Rey. SNS goes for the cover and the ref begins the count.

one... two... Nightmare stomps on the back of SNS' head, breaking the count at 2.

McDaniel: "Great save there by the veteran Nightmare."

Rentfro: "Cheater."

SNS and Nightmare begin throwing punches, El Rey takes advantage by delivering a heart kick to LAZ, knocking him off the ring apron. Nightmare sees the acts of El Rey and keeps SNS distracted, El Rey rolls up SNS from behind and the ref counts...

one... two... SNS manages to kick out before the count of three.

"McDaniel: "The champs sure do work well together."

Rentfro: "Again... cheaters."

Nightmare is back in his corner and El Rey drags SNS over and makes the tag to Nightmare who comes in. Nightmare backs SNS up into the corner with forearm shot after forearm shot. Nightmare climbs to the top turnbuckle and delivers the famous 10 punches to the temple of SNS . Backing down, Nightmare whips the dazed SNS into the ropes, quickly tags in El Rey...El Rey runs in for the Tango Pasado del Amor, but it is blocked by a boot from SNS to the face of the King of Hearts. SNS is behind El Rey and has him up in...

Rentfro: "The Memory Remains!"

McDaniel: "And El Rey is down hard, all that is left is the count."


Nightmare having seen the move out of the corner of his eye charges at the pin... LAZ comes in from outside to protect the pin of SNS...


Nightmare dives at the cover of SNS right into a vicious shoulder block by LAZ!



Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match... the team of LAZ and SNS!"

Rentfro: "Strader, who's going on to challenge for the World title, just pulled off the victory!"

McDaniel: "Yes, but check out Lazarus! He's out on the canvas!"

Rentfro: "What happened!? "

McDaniel: "He hit a shoulder block on Nightmare, and I think he broke his collar bone!  Medics are in the ring already, and Strader is standing protectively over him.  They won the match, but at what cost!?

Rentfro: This isn't good at all! Lazarus is our 2008 PWA Franchise and this victory could have given him a bid to challenge for another championship very shortly!  We have to go to commercial, when we come back, we're told we have special guests in the ring!  Stay tuned!

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McDaniel: We're back! Now we're gonna see who our guest is!

Suddenly the entire arena roars to life as ďMore Human Then HumanĒ lights up the sound system, and Sirus Moran and Grifter, along with ĎAlí appear on stage!   

McDaniel: OH WOW! Itís the GRIMMS!  

Rentfro: What are they doing here? Theyíre not booked!  

McDaniel: SHUT UP!  

Sirus waves ĎAlí to everyone, and Grifter high fives the fans as the two step into the ring.  Sirus asks for a microphone, which Emerson gladly hands over, and he taps it a couple of times, coughs and then lifts the mic to his lips.  

Sirus: Iíd like to dedicate my first song to Jillian Hall, the greatest vocal artist in sports entertainment!  

Sirus goes to sing, but Grifter rips the mic away. Sirus blinks at him, before smiling and asking for it back.  Grifter is tentative, but agrees.  

Sirus: Iím sorry!  Of course you have a much better vocal talent then Jillian, why donít you sing, Grifter?  

He hands the mic back, and Grifter looks at it, looks at Sirus and then nods happily. He puts the mic up to his mouth and opens it and SINGS!  But itís in the voice of Ariel from the Little Mermaid.  

Grifter: AHH AHH AHHH.. AHH AHH AHH!!!  

Then the vocals lessen, (think the scene where she gives up her voice) and Sirus looks shocked, grabbing the mic back!  

Sirus: No! NO!! SOMEONEíS STOLEN YOUR VOICE!!! Whatever will we do!!?  

Grifter looks sad, he has no answer.  Sirus looks around frantically.  

Sirus: A kiss, a real kiss of love!! We need to find you someone whoíll love you!  

Sirus then beams, and picks up ĎAlí, and turns to give him to Grifter.  

Sirus: I know this will work!  

Grifter finally raises an eyebrow, smirking and shakes his head.  Sirus shrugs and lifts the mic.  

Sirus: Ok, enough laughs.  Actually, weíre out here for a serious reason.  

The crowd settles, on the edge of their seat, listening.  

Sirus: Iím not going to drag this out.  I know Iíve always been a bit quirky, and some people question if I have all my marbles.  The answer is yes, I do. I got the last one back from a kid who borrowed some a while ago to play with his friends.  Good thing is he didnít play for keeps, or I may have been shy a few.  The point in, my headís in the right place, and what Iím about to say isnít a game.  

McDaniel: What could he be driving at?  

Sirus: The thing is, I love wrestling, I love competing and working with everyone in the PWA.  Itís my home, it always will be. But I have a family now, of my own.  Not Grifter, or RandallÖ Not Samantha, Mack, or Fletcher.  My own lady and my own Kid, and they need me at home.  So, itís with a heavy heart that I announce here tonight that I plan to retire.  

The crowd boos massively.  Sirus holds his hand up.  

Sirus: I know; retirement is a dangerous word to use; so many have retired only to come back time and again *coughRaizzorcough*, and I wonít lie; maybe down the road Iíll grace this ring again.  But the fact is this; all comedy aside; I need to go home.  My focus needs to be on family.  SO, Grifter and I have decided to ask for one final match.  Chamelion told me; pick ANY two PWA superstars I want to face.. past or present.. I asked about future, but he didnít think that would workÖ so I thought about it all of five minutes.. and Grifter and I have made our choices.  

Rentfo: Oh, this is going to be good!  

Sirus: We have pickedÖ Rob Robinson, formally known as THE PHOENIX!  

The crowd is mixed with cheers and boos on this announcement.  

McDaniel: Isnít he retired!?  

Rentfro: Chamelion said past or present!  

Sirus: And his partner, his best friend ever in the PWAÖ The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!  

The crowd roars loudly, and Sirus nods.  

Sirus: I know, I know.  Two who are about to retire, versus two that are retired!  Itís gonna be a strange match, but strange is what the Grimms is all about!  

The crowd laughs, and Sirus and Grifter raise their hands up to get more cheers.  

McDaniel: I donít believe this! The Grimms are retiring!  

Rentfro: I never thought Iíd see the day!  And now, weíre going to be treated to a match that I also never believed possible!  The Brothers Grimm vs. Raizzor & Phoenix!  

McDaniel: We have Scott Nash Strader challenging for the world title, and now this!? Manitoba Mayhem is going to be GIGANTIC!  Folks, weíre out of time, weíll see you in one week for more action!  Good night!

(C) PWA 2008