World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


X Arrives

A hummer arrives backstage and Project X steps out of the driver's side.

RENTFRO: Project X is in the house!

MCDANIEL: Something tells me that the surprises are just gonna keep on coming tonight.

Project X heads into the backstage area where he is stopped by Lean Bean Miller.

LBM: PX! What brings you here!?

PX: The legend talent initiative, and the big Genesis payout cheque of course. You didn't think for one second you could have Genesis X without Project X now did you?

LBM: But why are you here tonight? Genesis is still weeks away.

PX: Quite simply, if I am going to appear in the biggest showcase known to wrestling today, I'm going to make sure I have a spot fitting for a hall of famer such as myself who has main evetnted the event twice. I am here to make a statement and I will be throwing a challenge down to one of the champions later tonight.

Project X storms off and leaves Miller standing there before he can ask "which champion?"

Chrono Clepsydra vs LJ Xero vs Draze vs Joshua Danielson

Fatal Fourway


All four men are inside the ring as the match has been turned into an over-the-top battle royal. The winner of the match will not be fired. Danielson immediately goes after LJ Xero and Draze and Chrono begin to battle it out on the other side of the ring. Danielson nails Xero with some lefts and rights and then backs him up into the corner with a dropkick to the chest. Chrono has Draze on the run and nearly over the top rope and eliminated. Danielson charges but Xero counters with a quick elbow to Danielson's head. Xero tries for a punch but Danielson dodges and gives Xero a kick to the mouth he'll never forget. Chrono almost has Draze eliminated but Draze gives Chrono a shot to the groin and Draze is let go. Draze falls on the apron and rolls back inside the ring. Draze gets up and charges at Danielson, but Danielson quickly bends over, lifting Draze up and over the top rope and Draze crashes to the ground below!

Eric Emerson: Draze has been eliminated!

Jeff Augustee: And has been fired. Danielson is looking good here Linzi.

Linzi Marton: He's the favorite in this match for sure, Jeff.

Xero grabs ahold of Danielson and takes him down to the mat with a DDT. Chrono recovers and nails Xero with a chop to the chest.

Crowd: WHOO!

Chrono whips Xero into the ropes and Chrono tries to body drop Xero, but Xero counters with a kick to Chrono's chest. Chrono bounces back up in pain and Xero clotheslines him to the mat. Danielson catches Xero with another kick to the head and then Danielson whips Xero hard over the top rope! Xero catches the rope however and lands on the outside part of the apron. Danielson notices this and springboards off the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick and knocks Xero off the apron and to the outside floor!

Eric Emerson: LJ Xero has been eliminated!

Linzi Martin: And fired. I kind of liked that guy, but too bad.

Jeff Augustee: Now it's just down to Chrono and Danielson.

Chrono and Josh circle each other in the ring. Josh yells at Chrono to bring it and Chrono obliges. They lock horns and Chrono gets the advantage, kneeing Danielson in the gut and clubbing him on the back. But Danielson doesn't give up as he counters with an european uppercut, knocking the spit out of Chrono's mouth. Chrono is reeling back and Danielson is nailing him with rights and lefts. Chrono has his back against the ropes and Danielson gives a final charge, but Chrono reverses with a body drop that sends Danielson over the top rope.

Linzi Martin: Danielson landed on the apron!

Jeff Augustee: Chrono runs at Danielson but Danielson ducks and pulls down the top rope with him!

Chrono goes over the top rope and crashes to the outside.

Eric Emerson: And Chrono has been eliminated! Your winner, and still a PWA employee, JOSHUA DANIELSON!!!!

The crowd is cheering for Joshua.

Linzi Martin: I kind of saw this coming, Danielson has way more potential than fighting these bums in curtain-jerk matches for their jobs.

Jeff Augustee: Couldn't agree with you more, Linzi.

Andalusian vs Simon Yip vs Ronald Gay vs Cody Bogard

Over The Top Rope Battle Royal

The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to "Trouble Man" pick ups and smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is your four way battle royal!

A figure in a navy blue shiny long jacket emerges, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure emerges as strobe lights go off to reveal....CODY BOGARD!!!!! Cody makes his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from –

Eric suddenly finds his spiel cut short and all attention drawn to the entrance way as Cody gets taken out on route to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: And it looks like this match is underway!

Cody goes down, set about by both Simon Yip and The Andalusian of the Brotherhood of Failure. The two begin dropping boots about Cody who does his best to cover up, but the weight of blows eventually gets the better of him. The Andalusian then takes a knee over Cody and begins dropping fists while Yip holds back his arms. The crowd seems far from impressed.

Linzi Martin: The Brotherhood of Failure taking the early lead and seemingly any advantage to win.

Jon McDaniel: Well with one belt in the stable, the Brotherhood has a shot of getting themselves on a winning track.

With Cody laid out the two members of the Brotherhood begin dragging him arm under arm to the ring. Cody does little to fight out, and once dumped into the ring he can do little but roll to the ropes and hold on. Both Simon and The Andalusian follow him in and immediately begin trying to pry him from the ropes, but Cody refuses to give in, even under pressure from the Brotherhood as one pulls at a free leg and the other begins bombarding him with kicks.

Jon McDaniel: The Brotherhood are persistent but Cody is showing some real tenacity.

Cody finally finds himself free of the ropes but he manages to roll deep into the ring and put himself to a knee. The Andalusian is on him first with the clinch, backing him into the corner and sinking knees about his ribs. Simon then follows up by catching a free leg from Cody and draping it over the ropes as the two begin trying to work Cody out of the ring.

Linzi Martin: At this time we’d like to send our deepest regards to Laura Estella. Laura was in fact scheduled to be in this match but had to drop out following the news that her trainer Alexis Sykes was in a car accident. We wish them both the best and wish Alexis in particular a speedy recovery.

Both the Andalusian and Simon Yip do their best to over power Cody but he’s not budging, and things only get worse when he sinks a thumb into Simon’s eye.

Linzi Martin: Harvey the Hardcore Hippo was also scheduled to appear but he’s… uh…

Jon McDaniel: Involved in some Hippo related shenanigans or something.

The Andalusian tried to keep on the pressure but Cody fights back with a few well placed elbows about the side of the head to fight him off. The Andalusian goes back and Cody follows up with a stiff kick to the back of the leg to put him on his knees and then a second roundhouse across the chest to knock the wind out of him.

Linzi Martin: And Ronald Gay is also scheduled to appear tonight, and is actually in the building.

Jon McDaniel: My guess is he’s just easing himself in slowly.

Cody then picks his wounded opponent off the mat by an arm, twists himself under in an extended arm lock and then drives a knee hard into the Andalusian’s gut. He then turns around into a back elbow, followed by a second from the front and a few open hand strikes to the chest. Two forearm shots later and he hits the ropes, but on the rebound he gets caught as Simon comes in off from the side with a flying knee. The strike connects solid on the jaw and sends Cody down.

Jon McDaniel: Hard hard blow from Simon rocks his man.

Simon sets about Cody as The Andalusian gathers himself up in the ropes. It’s about this time that our forth and final competitor makes his way to the ring, casually walking the ramp, in little hurry to get involved.

Linzi Martin: And here comes Ronald now, and we’ve got the full set.

As Ronald makes a slow turn into the ring Simon pulls Cody from the mat, tags him with a few rights and then sends him into the ropes, Cody almost trips head over heels then and right into a series of flying Crescent kicks from The Andalusian.

Linzi Martin: The Flamenco! And Cody goes down.

The Andalusian takes Cody down and spreads him across the mat. He then turns to Simon and gives him a signal, who in turn springs up to the top-rope. Unfortunately, the members of The Brotherhood have missed Ronald, and suddenly he’s in action, jumping up to the apron and closing the distance on Simon before sending him flying from the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Ronald comes out of nowhere and straight out the gate he scores the first elimination.

Simon hits the floor hard from the top but he manages to roll through and save himself from any real damage. Just as quickly then he’s on his feet and ready to go but the referees stop him at the apron.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, Simon Yip has been eliminated.

Ronald turns back and jumps through the ropes, but The Andalusian is on him and takes him down with a leg sweep. He then follows up with a few quick kicks before pulling him back to his feet. The Andalusian then lights him up with a three punch combo before taking him down with an off beat slam. Ronald goes down hard but The Andalusian misses his chance to follow up as Cody comes out from behind with a running Yakuza Kick to the back off the head. The Andalusian staggers into the ropes but remains up right, and perhaps more to his detriment as Cody comes in, full fire and with a vicious strike that crushes his chest and whips him up over the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: The Excalibur Slash breaks across his chest and puts The Andalusian out!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, The Andalusian has been eliminated!

Cody celebrates but its short lived as Ronald comes in from behind and tips him over the ropes. Cody goes over but manages to hold on, much to Ronald’s disgust as he does what he can to pry free his hands. Cody holds tight and fights back with a few kicks from his back. The damage is minimal but it’s enough to keep Ronald off and let him get back to his feet. Ronald comes back with a right hook but Cody catches it in one arm and then guillotines him on the ropes. Ronald falls back some distance and Cody closes the gap with a springboard Spinning Heelkick, but finds nothing but air as Ronald drops to a knee and lets him hit the mat.

Linzi Martin: Ronald keeps his wits about him and you can definitely see the advantage of coming in the fresh man.

Ronald is quick to get Cody back to his feet and into the ropes as he attempts to drop him again, but Cody tangles himself into the ropes and drops a few elbow shots on Ronald to get him off. Cody then propels himself off the ropes but right into a toe kick and then a DDT then drops him on the point of his head. Ronald then scoops him up and lifts him onto the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Ronald perhaps setting up for The Final Judgment.

Linzi Martin: Looks like he wants to knock him out then drop him out.

Cody goes up but he doesn’t give in and fights Ronald off with a few shots and then a push kick to knock him back. Cody then leaps up for a Tornado DDT but Ronald catches him, spins with it and falls into the ropes with the intention of sending him over. Cody goes but again he holds on and both men tumble free from the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Both men out but they hold on!

Grabbing at ropes, the apron and anything at hand both men manage to keep themselves in the fight and quickly find their feet. Side by side then and holding the ropes the two men begin exchanging shots with the intention of dropping the other. Ronald finds the advantage with a few elbow points between the eyes that put Cody on rubber legs. Ronald then takes the initiative and scoops his opponent up under arm as if for a Backdrop. Cody springs back into action though and locks up in the ropes again while belting Ronald with a few wild shots.

Linzi Martin: Tense action with neither man able to break the deadlock.

Ronald sinks to a knee and Cody turns to finish him with a Roundhouse but Ronald catches his leg and stands back up. The crowd rise up seeing the end as Ronald prepares to dump his opponent but Cody leaps up and lashes out with an Enzugiri with his free leg. Ronald wobbles but holds on but Cody falls back into the ring and immediately to his feet. He then begins landing strikes at will over the ropes: rights and lefts, a kick through the ropes and then another as he drops low and sweeps out the legs. Ronald falls still on the apron, but it’s enough to give Cody an opening as he hits the ropes, returns and then blasts a still rising Ronald between the eyes with a Roundhouse kick. It’s enough to finish the job and send Ronald to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: It’s over, he’s done it!

Linzi Martin: Cody Bogard reigns supreme tonight in his debut.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, Ronald Gay has been eliminated. Your winner, Cody Bogard!

Referees attend to Ronald on the floor as Cody leaps up to the ropes to celebrate, his music tearing through the speakers.

Jon McDaniel: What a performance for the new comer.

Linzi Martin: It looks like we might have seen the debut of a real force in the PWA tonight.

Back in the ring Cody takes another corner and raises his arms triumphantly while the fans raise their voices to join him. It’s on this shot we linger for a moment before cutting away.

Who says the sun can’t Shine every day?

James: “Looking forward to your match shine.”

Shine looks up from his lemonade and smirks.

Shine: “Facing the likes of Jacob? I’m ecstatic, just like i promised Jethro, I’m in this for the long haul, i’m here to wrestle and make something of myself.”

James laughs and drops a duffle bag.

Shine: “That is unless something goes wrong.”

James: “don’t even start to think that way, it’s the path down the road to leaving again. Positive thoughts and positive results. Hey, look I know what will cheer you up, A fan came up to me today and gave me a letter, wanted me to give it to you.”

Shine smiles and stands to his feet placing his sunglasses on and steps forward

Shine: “well hurry up and give it here. My first envelope of fan mail... mmm good.”

James leans over and grabs the letter out of thee side of his bag and hands it over. Shine feeling ecstatic grabs the letter before james can properly hand it to him. Not really minding James watches as the childish man tares open the top of the letter pulling out the note in side.

James: “ Read it aloud I want to hear it.”

Shine nods with a huge grin.

Shine: “Dear Mr. Adidas

It has come to my attention that i am in possession of something very dear to you. Something that i am very aware you try so hard to hide.”

Adrian’s grows dark as fear creeps it’s way throughout his body.

“To be more specified I have certain information about your past. That little thing you thought you could leave be hind by wearing a mask and changing your name. But I’m a reasonable man, so how about you meet me in the parking lot tonight and maybe we can work something out. “

James seems speechless as Adrian looks up and crumples the paper in his hand.

James: “I didn’t know. I mean like.. uhh. The guy was wearing a sunshine replica mask i though he was a fan. “

James stammers over his words as Adrian grows enraged before pushing past the larger man and leaving the room, slamming it shut behind him, heading for the parking lot.


Ryan Ross is met backstage at the entrance door, by Phantastic Brian who immediately has a moment of verbal diarrhea.

Brian: “ OH, herro Lyon Loss, I see you have the grobor tire on your shourder, how did you come into possession of the tire?”

Ryan: “What in the blue hell did you just say, I didn’t understand any of the words that just spilt out of your mouth and landed all over the ground. You have a terrible speech impediment sir and I think you may want to get a cat scan.”

Brian: “oh I wire repeat what I say one mole time, sirry white boy no hear what I say ha ha. I see-“

Ryan: “No, It doesn’t matter what you said just get the hell out of my way you creepy little Asian nuisance and get me a real backstage interviewer. Ah, Jo, hey Jo, get over here.”

Ryan pushed the Phantastic one out of the scene making room for the beautiful JoLee Livingston.

Jo: “Oh Ryan, what are we going to do with you, you naughty little thief.”

Ryan: “Well as it’s a big story maybe conduct an interview.”

Jo: “Oh right luckily I have a mic in my purse give me a second.”

JoLee rummaged through her purse for a little bit and pulls out a large microphone.

Jo: “Ryan Ross some say your Chaos’s top dog but some think otherwise but the real question on everybody’s mind is, why did you steal Bubba J’s title?”

Ryan: “Oh Jo, you’re so cute.”

Ryan places his pointer finger on her nose making her crunch it in a cute way.

Ryan: “Jo the answer is very long and especially amazing but I have a quick little quip about what you said. The Title does not belong to Bubba J, no, it belongs to chaos, and in my opinion, it belongs to the best wrestler has to offer. The best show man a representative of the brand and when you look at Bubba J do you see the face of chaos, no, not at all in fact I challenge you to think deep about it who do you think best represent this brand?”

Jo thinks for a second and smirks.

Jo: “I know who cha-“

Ryan: “Yes it’s me Ryan Ross! So I did what was best for everyone the company, the fans, the show, I took what is, what should be, rightfully mine. But if and only if Bubba J beats me at genesis will he ever hold this title again. But you know what I’m feeling really good, so good in fact, that I’ll say this, Bubba if you want your title back just take it but If you fail to beat me at genesis then you will never get another shot at the title as long as I am the reigning champion, and just so there is something in it for you if I lose, If being the key term here, I lose then I’ll walk away from it all. I’m gone out of Chaos forever, no wait better yet if I lose you will never have to see me again I’ll retire.”

Jo: “But Ryan don’t you think”

Ryan: “Jo I’ve thought about it for awhile now and you don’t have anything to worry about. I know that Ryan Ross and one hundred percent beat Bubba J at one hundred percent, one hundred percent of the time.”

Jo looks up at Ryan a confused look on her face.

Ryan: “I’m going to win Jo, its destiny, it’s my destiny.”

Ryan walked away to get ready for the big tag team title match against his worst foe and the former leader of the pantheon.

Chamelion & Bubba J vs The Renegade Souljahs

Tag-Team Match

I’m A Souljah by Ghetto Commissioner, plays loud over the PA system. The fans Boo loudly, Ryan Ross steps out from behind the curtain holding onto the global title and Mark Zout rolls out behind him pointing at it. The fans intensely boo the two competitors as they walk down the aisle to the ring, disregarding any high fives, and stop short out side of the ring both men ready for anything, as they slowly approach the apron and pull themselves up. Ryan Pulls the belt off of his shoulder and raised it high above his head taunting Bubba J, and the fans as Mark Zout entered the ring and took off his robe waiting for the match to start.

The lights dim, and strobe lights begin to flash around the entrance stage when the following lyrics explode over the arena speakers.

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me!


Eric Emerson: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245lbs…CHAMELION!

Walking confidently out onto the stage, Chamelion, attired in dark green wrestling tights and a black fishnet shirt, looks around the arena, aware of everything.

You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith

He stands there, silently for a few moments as the music swells around him. His eyes lowered to the ring.

I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate

At that point, Chamelion whips his head up, his hair flying back and he has the look of a hunter about him, as he moves towards the ring with focused determination.

I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tension rising

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They Talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the chorus fades into the second verse, Chamelion arrives at the ring apron, a slow smile creeps across his features. Sliding into the ring on his belly,
his hands propping his chest and head up, he stares intently at **Insert either ‘Emerson’ or his opponent**

All the lawyers are defenseless
All the doctors are disease
And the preachers all are sinners
And the police just take the grease
All you judges you are guilty
All the bosses I will fire
All you bankers will have losses
Politicians are all liars

Jumping to his feet, he offers a wink and turns and moves towards the corner turnbuckle.

I see darkness falling
I hear voices calling
I feel justice crawling
I see faith has fallen

Launching himself onto the second turnbuckle, Chamelion stretches his arms out, his fingers wiggling in a come get me motion as his head lowers and his
Cheshire smile appears.

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the music fades, Chamelion drops down and turns, but his smile doesn’t leave his face, and his head remains lowered as he sways a little from left to
right, as if in a trance, ready to face the obstacle in front of him.

The smashing guitar riffs of "Alcohol" hit the speakers and from the back walks The Ragin' Redneck Bubba. In his right hand he holds
a bottle of liquor and he looks out at the crowd.

Aubrey Jones: "From Durham North Carolina, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds... he is your Global Champion... The Ragin' Redneck... Bubba J!"

Bubba nods at the announcement of his name before walking slowly down to the entrance ramp. He gets some cheers, some boos, but all in all it is a mixed reaction. He walks up the ring steps and into the ring where he climbs the turnbuckle and chugs a gulp of the liquor in the bottle before putting the lid back on and setting it in his corner.

Ding Ding

Bubba J charges in with a flying right hand but Ross ducks under the blow to deliver a back kick to Bubba J's back sending him towards Mark Zout. Bubba J stumbles forward right into a right hand from Zout that spins him around, but he only has eyes for Ryan in this match, or at least in this moment. Ross with a leap frog avoids the charging Bubba J, but The Ragin' Redneck stops quickly as Ryan comes with a dropkick. Bubba J catches the ankles of Ryan, spinning around to slam him into the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J with a nice counter there.

Jeff Augustee: Bubba J is the best at what he does.

Bubba J with a knee drop onto Ryan's chest as he pounds away at his face with closed right and lefts. Referee Joe Irving is right in there warning Bubba J about the closed fists. Bubba J shoots up to his feet, darting past Joe Irving to deliver a running elbow to Zout that takes him off the apron. Joe warns Bubba J about this, but has to turn his attention to Zout who is tring to come into the ring. Bubba J with a boot choke to Ryan that has his face turning red from the lack of oxygen. Bubba J places Ryan's throat across the ropes, stomp, stomp, stomp, rope choke from Bubba J.

Jeff Augustee: Bubba J has to watch out so that he isn't disqualified.

Linzi Martin: Referee Joe Irving is over to warn and administer the five count.


Bubba J still choking Ryan.


Bubba J stomps away on Ryan's neck.


Bubba J drops an elbow across the back of Ryan's neck, driving his throat into the ropes even more.


Bubba J pulls Ryan up from the bottom rope, slapping Chamelion's hand as he Irish whips Ryan across the ring. Joe starts the count again as Bubba J delivers a ring shattering high angle spinebuster as Chamelion nails The Final Touch on Ryan. Chamelion covers as Bubba J rushes over to cut off Zout.


Zout with a right hand, Bubba J firing back with one of his own.


Zout with a shoulderblock through the ropes, Bubba J is doubled over.


Zout leaps over the top rope, but Ryan manages to roll a shoulder up just in time.

Jeff Augustee: What a close call there.

Linzi Martin: Chamelion and Bubba J seeming to work well together, but Zout and Ross showing why they are two time PWA Tag Champions.

Jeff Augustee: Ryan and Mark are the best at what they do.

Bubba J turns around, thigh kick from Zout as he follows it up with a kick to the side of Bubba J's head sending him into the Renegade Souljahs' corner. Bubba J turns around, Zout with a flying forearm that has Bubba J trapped in the corner. Zout climbs up, hurricanrana sends Bubba J flying over to land on Chamelion. Ryan Ross gets up to his feet, double Irish whip sends Chamelion into the ropes. Double dropkick sends him down. Zout hits the ropes, Ryan hits the other ropes. Zout with a leg drop to Chamelion's chest, Ryan with a baseball slide into Chamelion's head. Bubba J is back up though and isn't happy. Ryan gets up, turning around, front kick sends the Ragin' Redneck over the top and to the outside.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J sent outside and to the floor.

Jeff Augustee: The smell is awful.

Linzi Martin: Oh Stop it!

Zout leaps over the top with a suicide plancha that takes Bubba J back down to the floor. Inside the ring, Ryan lifts Chamelion up to his feet, elbow to the face. Ryan sets Chamelion up for a suplex, but Chamelion elbows his way out of it, nailing Ryan in the ribs with a knee then a DDT onto the canvas. Chamelion gets back up, pulling Ryan up to his feet, Irish whip into the corner where he follows in with a running knee then a spinning back kick to Ryan's temple has him dazed in the corner.

Jeff Augustee: Chamelion showing why he is one of the best this business has to offer.

Jeff Augustee: Chamelion is the best at what he does.

Linzi Martin: Why do you keep saying that?

Jeff Augustee: Because this is a Chaos match and we are simply the best.

Linzi Martin: Good point.

Joe Irving finally has Bubba J and Mark Zout seperated on the outside and they make their ways to their respective corners to await a tag. Bubba J is still staring daggers at Ross, but now he has a little beef with Mark Zout. Chamelion lifts Ryan up to the top turnbuckle before climbing up himself, sending him down with a belly to belly superplex. Chamelion looks like a shark stalking its prey as he waits for Ryan to get back up to a vertical base. Zout hollers Bubba J's name out, but then holds his nose as he waves his hand in front of his face. Bubba J reacts the way Zout wanted by charging into the ring after him, but referee Joe Irving stops him mid-ring. Chamelion bends down to pick up Ross, tired of waiting on him to get up, but Zout levels him with a clothesline and begins dragging Ryan over to their corner where he drapes him on the middle rope, his arm draped on the top rope. Bubba J points behind Joe Irving, but steps back through the ropes to the ring apron. Joe turns around as Ryan is tagged by Zout, bringing Mark into the match. Zout with a right hand that rocks Chamelion, a second sends him backwards, and a third sends him back into Bubba J, who tags himself in. Zout makes a motion like he wants him to come on.

Jeff Augustee: Bubba J tagging himself in here, Zout trying to run away from the stench of the Ragin' Redneck.

Linzi Martin: He doesn't stink, why do people insist that he does?

Jeff Augustee: How do you know?

Linzi Martin: Zout with a boot to Bubba J's midsection.

Bubba J swings from the bent over position, but Zout catches the arm, flipping him with a hiptoss. Zout hits the ropes, springboard moonsault onto Bubba J and a cover.



Bubba J kicks out right after two, trying to shove up to his feet. Zout helps him up, forearm to the chest, slap to the face, Irish whip into the ropes. Zout hits the ropes springboard assisted clothesline takes Bubba J down on the canvas. Zout looks over at Chamelion, mocking him as he sets up for The Final Touch. Zout hits the ropes, jumping over Bubba J, springing back with a lion sault.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J rolls out of the way!

Jeff Augustee: Zout misjudged the move due to the fog tat surrounds Bubba J.

Bubba J is in a seated position, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head, but Zout is already back on his feet. Kick to the back of Bubba J's skull, a second, Zout spins and a third right to the area just below Bubba J's skull.

Jeff Augustee: What a series of quick kicks to stunn the Ragin' Redneck.

Linzi Martin: Zout showing that he hasn't missed much and not nearly much ring rust here.

Zout pulls Bubba J up, slap to the face before he knees him in the midsection and lifts him up,groans loudly, drives him down to the canvas with avertical suplex.

Jeff Augustee: How did he get him up?

Linzi Martin: First you like him, then you don't, what is up with you?

Jeff Augustee: I'm just amazed at Zout's strength.

Zout makes the cover.



Chamelion with the boot to Zout's temple that saves the match for his team, but Joe Irving is there to force Chamelion back to his corner. Zout pulls himself up, glaring at Chamelion before hurriedly dragging Bubba J over to their corner. Ross wraps an arm around Bubba J's throat as Zout sends punch after punch into Bubba J's body. Zout with a kick to the midsection that drops Bubba J and he only stays held up by Ryan's grip on his throat. Zout with another series of rapid fire punches into Bubba J's reddening face. Zout turns behind him to see Chamelion still arguing with Joe, so he gives Bubba J a face rake before jamming his thumbs into both of Bubba J's eyes blinding him.

Linzi Martin: Oh come on, this isn't right.

Jeff Augustee: Why not?

Bubba J kicks out, but Zout catches the foot and they use it to choke Bubba J even more in their corner with the illegal double team. Joe Irving turns around to see this and rushes over.


Zout turns, but holds Bubba J's ankles still.




Zout drops the ankles as Ryan drops the chokehold, Zout tags in his friend and tag team partner. Ryan hops over the top rope, leg drop to Bubba J's face. Ryan quickly springs to the top turnbuckle, double foot stomp to the Global Champion has him in a very bad way here in this match. Ryan pulls him into a seated position in the corner before running into the opposite corner, he nails Chamelion with a running front kick that takes him off the apron. Ryan turns around, he runs...

Jeff Augustee: Bronco Buster on Bubba J.

Linzi Martin: The Global Champion is being totally dominated here in this match.

Ryan continues the Bronco Buster on Bubba J, humiliating him even more in front of the fans. Ryan backs out, kick right into Bubba J's face before he backs up. Chamelion is getting back to his feet on the outside, Ryan charges back to the middle of the ring. Chamelion comes into the ring. Ryan runs back towards Bubba J, dropkick right to his face and Bubba J has got to be out cold here. Ryan gets in his face slapping him to humiliate him even further. Ryan turns around to face Chamelion, but Joe Irving has him moving back to his own corner, Chamelion has his trademark smile on his face.

Linzi Martin: What was that grin for?

Jeff Augustee: I'm not...

Bubba J nails Zout in the crotch with his balled up fist, sending him down to a neeling position on the apron. Bubba J pulls himself up, rage feuling his every move. Ross taunts Chamelion to get back in the ring, but the Most Devious, perhaps Devilish, SOB in the business today, points behind Ross. Ryan turns around.

Linzi Martin: Now, I know.

Jeff Augustee: So does Zout and Ryan.

Bubba J with a right hand, Ryan with one of his own. Ryan with a rapid fire second fist and Joe Irving is letting the closed fists go here right now. Ryan with a third closed fist... Bubba J catches it. Ryan looks a bit surprised, but fires a left, Bubba J catches it as well. The Ragin' Redneck smiles at Ryan who tries to kick Bubba J, but he sidesteps the blow. Bubba J with a boot to Ryan's midsection, he drops the fists, turns, and...

Linzi Martin: Trailer Park

Jeff Augustee: Ryan blocks it by pushing Bubba J into the elbow of Mark Zout!

Bubba J stumbles back, German Suplex from Ryan sends Bubba J crashing down on the back of his neck, but Ryan falls forward into a kneeling position. Bubba J rolls over to his front, looking up at Chamelion who has his hand stretched out. Bubba J begins crawling as Ryan does the same. Bubba J lunges, the tag is made.

Linzi Martin: Chamelion is in the match now, can he stop the tag to Zout?

Chamelion dives forward, he grabs Ryan's ankle, preventing the tag. Ross turns onto his back, he kicks out with his right foot, Chamelion avoids the blow. Ryan kicks a second time, but Chamelion ducks under the kick, he grabs the ankle as well, he begins wrapping Ryan's leg up to flip him over into a sharpshooter.

Jeff Augustee: Sharpshooter from Chamelion.

Linzi Martin: Will Ryan tap?

Zout steps into the ring, clothesline from him, but Chamelion avoids the clothesline by ducking. Bubba J with a devastating spinebuster that takes Zout off his feet and onto his back. Joe Irving is trying to get this match back under control, but Ryan is reaching for the bottom rope. Chamelion is trying to prevent this as Bubba J lands on Zout with a Lou Thesz press, pounding away at his face with fists and headbuts. Zout rolls Bubba J over, pounding away at his head with fists and squeezing Bubba J's ribs with his knees. Ryan is in the ropes, Joe Irving orders Chamelion to break the hold, but Chamelion says that he has a five count to do it in.


Chamelion breaks the hold, shrugging his shoulders before turning his attention to Ryan. Joe Irving has gotten between Bubba J and Mark Zout, ordering both men back to their corner and out of the ring; both men comply.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J doesn't look happy, but then again none of them do.

Jeff Augustee: Chamelion is smiling.

Linzi Martin: I'd call that a grin.

Ryan pulls himself up with the ropes, shaking his head. Ryan turns around, Sweet Sound of Success to Ryan and Chamelion falls on him.



Zout in with a knee drop to break the count before Bubba J can get in to prevent his interference. Joe Irving orders both men back into their corner again, they obey once again. Chamelion holds at his neck, looking daggers at Zout, not liking him much right now at him costing him a win. Rossdives as Zout reaches out, tag is made, Zout comes into the match over the top rope. Springboard dropkick, but Chamelion avoids the move. Collar and elbow tie up, Chamelion with a wristlock into a hammerlock, Mark Zout reverses into a hammerlock of his own, side headlock. Chamelion shoves him into the ropes and the pace is picking up a bit here. Zout bounces off the ropes, Chamelion lowers his head. Zout with a leap frog, he springs from the middle rop coming back with a spinning heel kick. Chamelion ducks under the kick catching Zout and sending him down with a sit-out powerbomb. Chamelion makes the cover.



Ryan comes in to prevent the pin, but he doesn't make it to the cover, instead the referee is distracted by Bubba J coming in to stop the interference. Ryan and Bubba J meet in the center of the ring exchanging rights and lefts with ferocity. The sweat flies off their bodies as the punches land with force. Neither man backs up from the blows, also neither man stops throwing them either. Chamelion looks up at the blows, Zout thumbs him in the eyes while the referee is distracted.

Linzi Martin: Dirty trick from Zout there.

Jeff Augustee: But it gets the job done, brilliant.

Chamelion wipes at his eyes as he tries to roll up to his feet, Zout with a dropkick right into Chamelion's ass sends him cranium first into the bottom turnbuckle. Zout springs from the middle rope, leg drop across Chamelion's neck takes him out of the action for a bit. Zout turns his attention to Ryan and Bubba J who are still putting on a boxing display here in the wrestling ring, Zout with a kneel and a low blow to the Global Champion stops his punches. Bubba J holds at his wounded crotch as Ryan laughs. DDT to the canvas and Bubba J may be out again in this match. Mark goes for the cover, but Ryan says that he wants to pin Bubba J. Zout nods his head as he walks over, Ross leaves the ring and Zout tags him into the match. Ross struts over to Bubba J, but he pushes Chamelion onto the ring apron and out of the ring. Ryan turns around to Bubba J before pulling the Ragin' Redneck up to his feet, boot to the gut. Bubba J blocks his own Trailer Park Trash and spins Ryan around to boot him in the midsection. Bubba J lifts Ryan up for a suplex, dropping him with the Den-o Tornado!

Linzi Martin: Bubba J using Ryan's own move against him!

Jeff Augustee: That is so wrong.

Mark Zout comes in, but Bubba J has placed his hand in his crotch. Zout comes closer, Nut Sack Whack!

Jeff Augustee: Absolutely disgusting!

Zout begins to gag as Bubba J clotheslines him out of the ring. Behind him, Ross stumbles to his feet, only to get blasted by the Sweet Sound of Success from a dazed Chamelion, who drops for the cover.




Ding! Ding! Ding!

Aubrey Jones: Winners of the match, the team of Bubba J and Chamelion!

Linzi Martin: What a match, back and forth the entire match.

Jeff Augustee: Pardon me while I have a reversal of fortune here in the trashcan.

Bubba J rolls out of the ring, grabbing his Global title before stepping back inside the ring. Bubba J walks over to Ryan Ross and pulls him up to a seated position.

Bubba J: See this Ross?

He slams the gold right into Ryan's face.

Bubba J: It is the closest you'll ever get to having it, the closest you'll ever get to owning it... and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it.

Chamelion watches this all unfold, simply shrugging his shoulders as he steps the ropes being followed shortly by Bubba J.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J has gotten his belt back.

Jeff Augustee: But Ryan will have it come Genesis.

Ain't Nothin' Over Til It's Over

"No Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system as Matthew Engel comes out from backstage a loud negative reaction from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring and slides in, demanding a microphone right away.

Jon McDaniel: Oh great, I thought we would go a night without being subjected to this.

Brian Rentfro: You live for this, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I certainly do not.

"Sympathy" dies down and Engel speaks on the mic.

Matthew Engel: "You know, the Riona Langly of old would have been a more formidable challenger tonight. That was my main goal, because I realized by joining the Pantheon and doing what I did to get to the top, I had unleashed a monster inside of Riona that the PWA has never seen before. Unfortunately, it led to the downfall of the most dominate stable in recent PWA history, but at the same time I was hoping after WarGames it would go away and we could get back to the real Riona Langly. The Riona Langly that could actually.. defeat me."

The crowd begins to boo. An "Asshole" chant picks up in one of the front rows.

Matthew Engel: "But, this person that I am facing tonight is the same person at WarGames. She is the same person that met me one on one in the Intercontinental Title tournament, and once again she will fall at my hands tonight. You see - the real Riona Langly would want to beat me at my own game. She would want me holding all the cards and clinging on to whatever advantage I could possibly scrap up, but this time it's not the case. She's the one bragging about how the odds are completely stacked against me. She's the one talking about holding all the cards and the secrets. Well, good for you kid, and if you manage to come out victorious tonight... you and I both know you're going to feel it is tainted. Because you're right, back in October when you were on your crazy pills, I dispensed of you fairly easy in that IC title tournament. Sure, it was a decent match and we gave the fans a little show, but let's face it - you didn't have a *beep*ing chance."

Jon McDaniel: She's not the same person anymore, Matt.

Brian Rentfro: It's fairly obvious that she's not as confident as she once was.

Matthew Engel: "You want to really beat Matthew Engel? You want to really have your hand held high and feel you deserved it? You talk to Jethro Hayes, you talk to Raizzor, talk to Mark McNasty and Marxx. Those men know what it's like to take me on at my own game, or on equal grounds, and really give me a defeat that I will never forget. I'm not saying that tonight is meaningless, no ma'am. But, I am saying that it is far from over. I'll let you enjoy your little high, your move to the top of the mountain, but rest assured that tonight, no matter what happens, this will not be the last time you shake in those size 9 boots of yours before you have to step into the ring with one of the best and most dangerous wrestlers the PWA has ever seen."

Jon McDaniel: That's quite an exaggeration.

Brian Rentfro: No way, Jon. Engel is the man. Kids want to grow up to be just like him.

Jon McDaniel: Oh shut up.

Matthew Engel: "But even tonight should you come out victorious, you'll never know what it's like to step into my world and put me down. Only a few men have done that and survived, and I give them credit where credit is due. But, it's not over for them, it's not over for you. We'll do our 'dog' and pony show tonight, and then soon enough I'll show you terror like you've never felt it before, darlin'.

No, this is far from over. Tonight we write another chapter in the book of our sick and twisted lives, but it is certainly not the final chapter. Good luck at Genesis, by the way."

Engel drops the mic as "Sympathy" hits the sound system again. Engel rolls out of the ring and heads backstage as the crowd boos him louder and louder.

Jon McDaniel: Engel is very convinced that the feud between him and Riona is not even close to being over.

Brian Rentfro: A hatred like this can't be settled in one night.

Blazenwing vs Matt Stone

Eric Emerson: Introducing First…from Milwaukee, Wisconsin

The lights in the arena go out as the opening riffs of "The Man Without Fear" begin playing across the P.A. system. A loud "STAND BACK! Blazenwing's comin' at ya!" is shouted moments before the heavy bass kicks in. The crowd cheers loudly as smoke covers the stage, illuminated by green lasers shooting off in all directions. Slowly, a masked figure begins rising up from the fog... it's Blazenwing!

Eric Emerson: BLAZENWING!!!

The crowd cheers louder as Blazenwing reaches the top of the stage and tosses his hands up in the air, posing for a moment before heading down the ramp. He high fives a few fans before heading up the stairs and climbing the nearest corner, stopping to pose again on the top turnbuckle. Blazenwing then leaps down into the ring and removes his cape, tossing it to ringside. The masked wrestler then leans into the corner and focuses as the music fades.

Jeff Augustee: This has the chance to be a show stealer…

Brian Rentfro: You know…you would think the lack of the Grizzly Beer Championship would cut down down his ego.

Matt Stone's theme can be heard in the arena and the crowd begins to show their disapproval for the former longest reigning Grizzly Beer champion in PWA history.

I came to play
There's a price to pay
Time for you to get down on your knees and pray
I came to pay
Say goodbye to the good old days
They're never coming back
Watch your future fade
I came to play
I came to play to get my dues paid
I guess you had a dream
But it cant be safe
I came to play!

Stone comes out of the back followed by Katrina who just looks happy to be there. Stone has an arrogant smirk on his face as he holds up the Wrestler of the Year trophy. He walks up to the camera, remarking 'Now the ratings go up'. Stone brushes past the cameraman now and heads to the ring, followed by Katrina.

I'm here to stay
Best get out of my way
I have come to play

Eric Emerson: Introducing, accompanied to the ring by his personal interviewer Katrina, he weighs in at one hundred-ninety pounds, from Ottawa, Ontario Canada. He is the Wrestler of the Year, Matt Stone!

I go inside this light
I see new life unfold
Each second I burn brighter
Your fire is going cold
You could try to beg for mercy
Go ahead and try to run
No escape and no redemption
Understand the ends begun

Standing in the ring now, Stone looks out at the crowd and raises his hands in the air, holding the trophy just as high as he can. He hands the trophy to Katrina on the outside of the ring and hits the ropes a few times in preparation for his match. Stone and Blazenwing circle each other for a moment, both apparently looking for an opening, as MS is the first to lash out. Collar and Elbow Tie up, Blazenwing slips out and takes Stone over with an arm drag into a standing arm bar. Stone tugs at the limb, trying to break free, and manages to work his way to his feet. A couple sharp elbows are enough to break the hold, as Stone hits the ropes and rushes back in. Blazenwing ducks a clothesline attempt now, but Stone hits the ropes again and drop kicks him in the back of the damn head!

Jeff Augustee: HOT DAMN!

Brian Rentfro: If he wasn’t goofy before he is now!

Stone yanks Blazenwing off the mat by his hair and with all his strength takes him over with a snap suplex. The Superhero directly sits up arching his back in pain, as Stone feels the need to kick him hard in the spine. Blazenwing yelps again now as Stone locks in a reverse chin lock on the Hero. Matt Stone wrenches the face and neck of his opponent as the fans seem to really have a strong dislike for the man in control. Stone shrugs it off; seemingly carry very little, as he plants his knee in his opponent’s back for added discomfort.

Jeff Augustee: Stone looking to control this match from the beginning, solid strategy here.

Brian Rentfro: It’s early, but Stone is going to want to keep this at a slow pace. There is no telling what Blazenwing will do when he gets going.

Stone breaks the hold only to drop a sharp elbow into the chest of his opponent and go for the quick cover.




Brian Rentfro: Quick cover there by Matt Stone, and he only gets 2.

Jeff Augustee: Way too soon to put this one away.

The two men get to their feet now as Blazenwing looks a little woozy. Stone is the first to act, jumping in and going for a quick double leg takedown that Blazenwing sidesteps and avoids. Blazenwing gets behind Stone and nails him over the back with a couple of tough forearm shots. Stone uses his elbow to shove him off, and hits a hard right, as Blazenwing staggers back. MS stalks Blazenwing now, backing him up into a corner so he can pounce in and start striking, but as he does this, Blazenwing catches the smaller man in the air and plants him into the mat with a spinebuster. Seeing that he has momentarily found his opening, he picks Stone up and runs him shoulder first into the steel ring post.

Jeff Augustee: Shoulder meets steel there as Blazenwing inserts his control.

Brian Rentfro: Blazenwing is doing things the Chaos way I see.

Stone staggers out holding his shoulder in pain as Blazenwing runs in from behind and hits a big time running German Suplex! Stone crinkles up as he rolls across the ring as Blazenwing is instantly back to his feet and raring to go. Stone is a little slower to get up as Blazenwing allows him that opportunity. The two men stare at each other and decide to once again start things off at a level playing field. The two circle each other again and go for the tie-up. But Blazenwing ducks Stone and catches his arm and wrenches it back, looking for a hammerlock. Stone tries to reach around to halt the move, but Blazenwing is able to push into hammerlock. Stone reaches down to try to trip up The Superhero, but Blazenwing is able to push off to the side and wrench the arm back further, almost driving Stone directly to the mat. MS is able to get to his feet again, but BW rears back and pulls up and down on the arm, forcing Stone all the way to the ground. With him there, Blazenwing steps over the arm and drops a massive leg drop.

Jeff Augustee: Great move by Blazenwing. Stone thought he was gonna have a easy match tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Now Stone knows, and knowing is half the battle.

Jeff Augustee: Thanks Duke.

Back on the mat, Blazenwing has continued to keep Stone grounded, stomping on the arm. Stone is squirming around, looking to find some way to get some space between him and the Masked One, and is finally able to roll out of the way as Blazenwing misses a stomp. But before he can do anything, BW drops down and puts him in the Shock Lock aka Crippler Crossface! Matt Stone yells in pain as BW tries to wrench his neck back farther than it is supposed to go. Luckily for the former GB champ, the move pushed them closer to the ropes and Stone is able to reach over and get to the ropes. The referee breaks up the hold, with Blazenwing releasing after a count of 3. The Hero immediately gets to his feet, his eyes on his enemy. Stone is slower to get back to a vertical base, shaking his arm to get the circulation going again as the fans hit him with a spatter of boos for good measure.

Jeff Augustee: A very solid match up thus far with Blazenwing using that size and weight Advantage to keep Stone grounded to the mat. If the former GB Champion wants to get the win, he better get it back in gear.

Brian Rentfro: Don’t you worry…Matt knows what time it is.

Blazenwing rushes in now, and hits a few sharp rights hand and a big uppercut that sends Stone staggering back into the corner. BW grabs his opponent by the neck and takes him over with a quick snap mare that leaves Stone in a sitting position. Blazenwing steps over him and hits the ropes coming back in with a punt kick into the groin! The wind almost gets sucked out of the arena as all the male fans wince at once, as Stone kicks the mat in pain and holds low. The referee again begins to chastise Blazenwing and warns him of a DQ, as Blazenwing complains that there was nothing to kick down there anyway.

Jeff Augustee: Low blow by Blazenwing.

Brian Rentfro: There goes Matt’s night.

Jeff Augustee: For real.

Blazenwing attempts to lift Stone off the mat, but Stone trips him up, and shorts around to the head of his opponent, attempting a dragon sleeper. Blazenwing spins out, and faces front as both men return from a kneeling position to standing. Blazenwing swings wildly with a right hand, but Stone blocks his attempt and counters with a stern kick to the breadbasket, and follows it up by whipping him to the ropes. The Hero rushes back as Stone nails him in the midsection with a knee. Matt kicks BW behind the knees, dropping him into a kneeling position, then kicks him in the side of the head

Jeff Augustee: Kneel before Zod!!!

Brian Rentfro: He almost knocked the mask right off the freak.

Jeff Augustee: What?

Brian Rentfro: Anyone who wears a mask that doesn’t need one is a FREAK.

Stone briskly scales the ropes now, as he flies through the air coming down on top of his flattened opponent with an diving elbow drop. Stone quickly goes for the cover as he hooks the leg.




Blazenwing manages to get the shoulder up, as Stone tails him patiently, waiting him to stand up. BW eventually pulls himself to his feet with a great deal of assistance from the ropes as Stone swings with his super kick! BLAZENWING DUCKS! Stone turns around and gets a Yakuza kick hard in the chest, the impact sending him over the top to the outside of the ring. Stone gets to his feet quickly as Blazenwing rushes in and goes for a baseball slide. MS side steps and yanks him out of the ring smashing him hard in the face with a right hand and whipping him without regard for well being into the safety barricade. The Hero arches his back in pain as Stone yanks him off the barricade only to throw him back first into the ring apron! Blazenwing staggers forward as MS drops him like a hot rock with a lighting quick Enziguri as the ref continues to count.




Jeff Augustee: Stone back in control as he continues to show more and more of his arsenal with ever match.

Brian Rentfro: The guy is gifted you can’t deny that. He can easily hang with anyone in PWA, in my opinion.

Jeff Augustee: As easily as anyone else could.

The referee has reached 7 as Stone rolls back into the ring and then back out in order to break the count. He approaches his fallen foe, who is prepared with a smoking right hand to the solar plexus. Stone crouches over in a huff as Blazenwing throws him face first into the steel post! Stone bounces off that thing like a ping pong ball off a paddle, as the fans start getting noisy again. The Hero rolls back into the ring and perches himself in the corner like a track runner. MS is slow to get to his feet but does as the ref reaches about 5. The fans see what is coming as Blazenwing leaps through the air and the cameras flutter…THEY CLASH! Nothing fancy as Blazenwing throws suicide dives at Stone and both men are out on the outside again as the referee again starts a count and the fans begin backing the Hero even more than before.


Jeff Augustee: When you are that big, taking to the air has one goal. And that one goal was to hurt anyone in his path.

Brian Rentfro: It wasn’t pretty, but it was effective.

The referee starts his count again.




Blazenwing is the first man to begin to stir on the outside, as the fans are clapping and stomping trying to rally behind the man with the mask.



Stone is stirring now, as The Superhero attempts to lift himself off the thin mat on the outside. Fans pat him on the back doing their best to show support, as BW tries to get back in this.



Blazenwing is on his feet as Stone climbs to his knees. The Hero rolls back in now, as Stone is left on the outside.



Stone just beats the count now and avoids a loss, as the fans boo. BW starts to back up against the ropes and comes off with alarming speed. Blazenwing runs under Stone, who leap frogs over him and hope onto the turnbuckle in the corner! BW comes off the top rope and connects with the Shining Wizard…HOWLING THUNDER! BW for the pinfall!





Jeff Augustee: Near fall by Blazenwing and what a fucking move!

Brian Rentfro: Thank God we aren’t on basic cable!

Blazenwing looks a little surprised now as he steps back into the corner and gives Stone plenty of time to recover and get to his feet.

Jeff Augustee: I don’t know how smart of an idea this is. I think BW should be all over him at this point in the match, don’t give him a damn chance to move.

Brian Rentfro: Keep in mind that Blazenwing is a couple noodles short of a pasta salad, man. I mean look at him…what sane man dresses like he shops at a comic book store?

Stone wanders to his feet, but he is clearly not all there as Blazenwing winds up for the The Blazecution! Stone ducks…

Jeff Augustee: Blazenwing missed with the Cutter

Brian Rentfro: Stone sees the opening.

Stone starts to unload with a barrage of strikes backing BW into the corner. Stone steps back and lets Wing stumble forward. Stone starts to wave him forward before leaping up and grabbing him by the neck. He falls backward and drives both knees into Blazenwing’s chest and collarbone. C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!!

Jeff Augustee: HE CAUGHT HIM!

Brian Rentfro: Lights out man! You can go ahead and ring the bell!

Before Blazenwing can even completely hit the mat, Stone pounces on him for the cover.




Eric Emerson: And the winner by pinfall… "Wrestler of the Year" Matt Stone.

Stone rolls up against the ropes. He pulls himself up and nods to the crowd as they boo him.

01010010 01100101 01110110 01100101 01101110 01100111 01100101

The ADC-tron sparks to life suddenly.

Ge-Gen Genesis 9 ni-ni- Ten.
genesis 1
genesis 2
fading away....
genesis 03/10
You stole it from me
give it back
all of you..
The belt I deserve


The ADC-Tron fades out, and the lights come back on as...

Chamelion announces BWF title match

....‘Come with Me’ by Puff Daddy lights up the arena as Chamelion walks out and down to the ring. He steps inside, asks for a mic and gets right to the point.

Chamelion: For nearly three months, there have been rumors going around about a certain match to take place at Genesis. Now, since I’m the one who started those rumors, I know exactly what is going on and with the comments made on PWA.COM and in various media outlets, it’s time to set the record straight and tell you all about it.

Chamelion: First, a little history. After the close of PWA in 2002, I joined up with HiC and ran with its entire run that lasted just shy of a year… it was a great promotion, well handled and quite fun. Still, when it closed I tried a few feds, dabbling here and there.. even getting called up to one of the big name federations and having a single try out match against a well known Olympic Champion. Sadly, I got canned right after the match; seems they didn’t like that fact that I beat the guy. Oh well.

Chamelion: So, I took some time off, relaxed, contemplated my options until I was watching TV one day and discovered the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation. I checked out the roster and found the competition to be.. well, weak. There were obviously some excellent people there, but overall, I felt the place needed someone with some veteran experience to come in and shake things up. So, I called up Dave Blazenwing and asked if there was an opening. Sure enough, he said yes.

Chamelion: So, I joined and immediately began my climb. In my time there, I amassed quite the record, scoring only one actual pinfall loss, and I think thirty victories out of thirty-five matches. I enjoyed it, I was the man to beat on almost every occasion. Then the BWF was winding down, the end was near and I was given the opportunity to face Mark McNasty for the BWF world title at the final event.

Chamelion: A match I won. I admit fully that McNasty grew from a small time rookie to one of the best the BWF ever saw, and gave me quite the battle.. but as BWF finally closed, I walked away its final champion. I did the same in PWA and now BWF.

Chamelion: But as a business man, I stand here today acknowledging that the BWF needed a stronger send off, a final curtain call, as it were.. and I’m here tonight to do just that. As of now, I am officially relinquishing my hold as the final BWF World Champion and I plan to award that honor to one of four men… four BWF superstars who will face off at Genesis, for the right to become the true final BWF World Heavyweight Champion.

Chamelion: And I’d like to introduce them to you now… the first man, never had a true chance to hold the BWF title, but I watched him grow from a scrapping no body into a man who today owns and operates his own federation; True Glory Wrestling… ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Gabe Shelley!

The ADC-tron lights up with a shot of downtown San Diego, a big neon sign glowing “Google's San Diego Waterfront Arena”. Its night time as the town is lit up, people walk the streets, and as out cameras spin around a hooded man stands looking at the camera. The identity is unknown as the hood hangs down over most of his face. However, his voice sounds somewhat familiar as he begins to speak.

Hello PWA world. It's been a long time, almost two years.

The hooded man starts to walk down the street, the camera staying in front of him the whole time.

It's been an up and down ride for me since then, I've retired, came back, and retired again. No, I'm not Brett Favre. Over the past two years I've only been active in the wrestling ring a few months, including this past summer where I was a part of eWo. I came out of retirement, something many scoffed at. The thought of me coming back to compete in Body Count was just insane. I mean, I'd never win it right?


I entered as the number one contestant and lasted twenty-nine other men and women. I battled my way to the end of the match and when it came down to the final two, I outlasted. I set my name in stone for a eWo World Title match at Supremacy 3. Unfortunately for me, that match never happened. The eWo folded weeks before the show was set to take place. That's when I hung up my boots, until now.

The man stops and leans up against the nearest wall, flipping his hood up to reveal PWA's former TV Champ, former BWF United States Champ, and eWo star, Gabe Shelley. Shelley smiles into the camera and ruffles his hair.

Shelley: If by now you haven't figured out what I'm coming out of retirement for, let me simply put it out there. With Genesis X coming around the corner, Mark Sommers contacted me about a possible match. To be able to lace up the boots on more time in some random match. Some may have seen it, other may not. Let me be the first to tell you on national TV, that at Genesis there will be a BWF World Title match! There will be four, -yes not one, not two, not three, but four men in this match. I'm number one.

Let that sink in for a moment.

Gabe ducks into a small pub and looks around before sliding back outside. He mumbles something about being early to himself.

Shelley: Do I know who the other three men are? I sure do. I'm going to let those guys come out tonight and do their thing, let them tell you they accept the BWF World Title invitation. I will be there on February twenty-eighth ready to finally capture the BWF World Title. A title that I never was able to hold before the company folded. Over the years I've gotten better in the ring and the three men I'll be facing, I can't wait to show them.

Bank on that.

The screen goes dark, and the crowd roars its approval.

Chamelion: Now, the second man who will make his return at Genesis, well, he’s a very familiar individual with a ton of charisma; Casey Campbell!

The ADC-Tron lights up as only two letters start to appear "Cool Factor" then quickly switching to static before coming back on to reveal one of the BWF Superstars.

Casey: Allow me to introduce myself to all the PWA fans out there, it's time for you to see a true Superstar that not only has the dead sexy looks but also has the muscle to put on the greatest show ever told! I am none other than one of the best of the best that BWF had to offer the "Cool Factor" Casey Campbell!!! Yes yes you can applaud me now.

Casey then taking in a deep breath before looking out from the tron at the crowd then to the ring as if checkin to see people applauding him.

Casey: Not a bad set up PWA has here but since it seems my good ol buddy Cham here has put up the BWF Title once again it seems you guys really need someone to bring in the ratings, so look no further. Cause nobody has more of an ego than me and knows how to put asses in those seats, so come a month from now when I put on my boots and step myself to that ring the PWA won't know what just entered that ring cause you all will be left speechless!

Casey nodding his head before placing a hand on his chin as if deep in thought.

Casey: Well that's all for now I prefer actions more than words so ladies and gentlemen mostly the ladies look forward to see me soon in a PWA ring near you!!

The ADC-Tron then fades to black.

Chamelion: The third man, well, you all know him very well… he was here during the beginning of the PWA’s newest run, and returned recently to the ring.. he is the very reason for this match, for without him, I would never have had the chance to be world champion in the BWF.. I give you, the OWNER of the Blazenwing Federation… David Blazenwing!

The lights in the arena go out as the opening riffs of "The Man Without Fear" begin playing across the P.A. system. A loud "STAND BACK! Blazenwing's comin' at ya!" is shouted moments before the heavy bass kicks in. The crowd cheers loudly as smoke covers the stage, illuminated by green lasers shooting off in all directions. Slowly, a masked figure begins rising up from the fog... it's Blazenwing! The crowd cheers louder as Blazenwing reaches the top of the stage and tosses his hands up in the air, posing for a moment before heading down the ramp. He high fives a few fans before heading up the stairs and climbing the nearest corner, stopping to pose again on the top turnbuckle. Blazenwing then leaps down into the ring and removes his cape, tossing it to ringside. The masked wrestler then leans into the corner and focuses as the music fades. Blazenwing reaches out and Chamelion hands him a mic.

DB: And so it begins again. Genesis, I have a chance to regain the most important thing in my life, barring my wife and child... the Championship belt of the company I founded nearly seven years ago. And to make matters even more interesting, I need to defeat three of the greatest former BWF superstars ever to obtain it...

David stops for a moment, then chuckles.

DB: ...wait, I'm sorry. I can't even say that with a straight face. It's not like PWA's putting me up against Legend, Exie and Clark or anything. Or even Chamelion himself, though I'm sure ol' Cham would love to show his face and prove he's the best thing that ever came out of BWF. Alas, I'm stuck facing down Mark McNasty, Gabe Shelley and Casey Campbell. Three men who I did once consider good friends.

David's smirk slowly draws into a scowl with Chamelion in the corner mouthing ‘I’m RIGHT HERE’!

DB: But that was then. Casey, Mark? I haven't talked to them in years. Turns out as soon as I stopped feeding them paychecks, they stopped pretending to be friends. And Gabe? Don't get me started. He's the reason I got pulled into TGW, a move I still regret. Sure, it got me my seventh World Championship reign, but at what cost? Well, the past is the past, and whether he likes it or not, Gabe will also be indirectly responsible for helping me obtain my eighth World Championship as well. My third BWF Title... and the right to call myself the final and dare I say ultimate BWF Champion in history.

David smirks again.

DB: Hell, everyone already says that I made BWF all about me. Why not prove them right? Boys, I'll see you at Genesis. I'd tell you to bring your A-games, but I've seen your A-games, and I'm not intimidated in the least. I will be leaving Genesis as the final BWF Champion... bank on it.

Blazenwing drops the mic in the ring and poses as Downstait's "I Came to Play" blares across the PA system…. Chamelion picks up the mic and looks at Dave.

Chamelion: Had that all rehearsed didn’t you kiddo? I’m standing in the corner and you act like I’m not even here… sounds like old times.

Blazenwing shrugs, Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: As it is, I do have a slight change to announce… you guys talked about your opponents, sure, but I didn’t get a chance to tell you all.. but Mark McNasty bowed out. He didn’t offer any excuses, but truthfully we all know he just can’t cut it anymore. So it’s going to be a triple threat between you three. But, there’s MORE. Tell em what they’ve won, Chamelion!

He pauses.

Chamelion: You bet, Chamelion! See, it is a BWF title match, and yeah, I’m not in it… but as the last BWF World Champion, and owner of the PWA, there is one thing I will be doing… I will be the special guest referee for your triple threat title match, and oh, Dave… look behind you.

Blazenwing just looks at Chamelion funny from that last comment but before he can even turnaround he is taken out by a vicious clothesline to the back of the head by what appears to be a fan wearing a BWF T-Shirt that says "Real Men wear Thongs!".

Jon McDaniel: What was that! A fan just came out of the crowd and took Blazenwing out!!

Brian Rentfro: I guess all that money we pay security is just for looks, huh?

The man standing over Blazenwing goes to pick him up by the hair but Blazenwing starts to quickly fire off left and right forearm shots to the head.

Jon McDaniel: Just like that Blazenwing is back up and seems to be taking the fight back to this crazed fan.

Brian Rentfro: Ya know...that crazed fan looks familiar...wait I remember seeing him just a little while ago! That's Casey Campbell who is going to be in the face off for the BWF Title!!

Blazenwing continues with the assault pushing Casey back as Blazenwing hits a hard right hook causing him to stagger then Blazenwing goes to quickly hit The Full Effect(SuperKick) but Casey quickly ducks it and as Blazenwing turns around he's caught off guard and PWNED!!!!(Point-Blank Spear).

Jon McDaniel: Why is Casey attacking Blazenwing out of the blue like this!? Plus why did Chamelion just let it happen!?

Brian Rentfro: I don't know but did you see Blazenwing's head bounce off the mat from that last move? This Casey kid has some real force behind him.

Casey then turns to stare at Chamelion with a smirk on his face he then points at Cham then back down to Blazenwing who is barely able to move after that spear, Casey gives a few quick kicks to the ribs of Blazenwing getting him to stir then as he starts to stand Casey crouches down then starts to run looking like is going to take out Blazenwing's head with his knee.

Jon McDaniel: If Casey goes through with this then I don't even think Blazenwing will be able to compete!!!

Brian Rentfro: Well looks like Casey couldn't wait a month to get his hands on Blazenwing well at least we will have a one on one match.

Casey then charges but is blind sided by a chair to the face by "Madd Dog" Gabe Shelly!!! Casey then quickly rolls out of the ring as he stares up at Gabe holding the chair begging him to come back in for more.

Jon McDaniel: Gabe to the rescue!!!

Brian Rentfro: Don't be so sure...

Gabe then turns to Blazenwing while still holding the chair then dropping it he goes to help Blazenwing up to his feet as both of them nod and shake hands showing respect then they turn to Casey who is already up the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: What a great show of respect, looks like this might be a handicap match.

Brian Rentfro: Psh, big deal by the looks of the "Cool Factor" I think he could handle both of them no problem.

Jon McDaniel: Well he couldn't handle a steel chair...

At that moment, Blazenwing turns to Chamelion, asking him what the hell that was all about. Chamelion just shrugs, having no part of the incident nor inclined to assist. Slipping from the ring, Chamelion strolls up the ramp, leaving Dave and Gabe to wonder what’s to come.

Name into the hat

A shot of the ocean appears on the tron as the camera fades back to focus on the beach. The words "VIA SATELLITE" appear on the top left of the screen. As we continue to zoom out we see people walking on the beach as one focuses on the rest via the boardwalk. Mirrored sunglasses cover the eyes of the short haired man with a soul patch. The tattoos glisten in the sunlight as he cracks a smile and acknowledges the camera.

???: Ah, I was wondering when you would get here. I haven't been waiting long, so at least punctuality is one of the PWA's strong suits. Anyways, fans of the PWA. It's been a long time since I seen you guys. And I guess you're wondering what I'm doing with this camera crew here in Huntington Beach.

On that note, he pulls off the shades revealing himself as former PWA Television Champion, Kyle Stevenson. The fans in the arena go nuts as this is going on.

Kyle: I'm here to announce that I will be returning to the PWA ring. And it will be sooner than you think. In fact, it will be at Genesis for the Money in the Bank contest. Where I will get my shot at the PWA World Championship. So keep your eyes on the TV Screens, the Internet and on the streets. Kyle Stevenson returns at Genesis.

Kyle turns around and the camera zooms back in on the water as we fade to black.

Marxx & Johnny Maverick vs Viktor Stone & Shadow Starr

Champions' Match - Texas Tornado Rules

Eric Emerson stands in the middle of the ring, shuffling his notecards around before bringing the microphone to his mouth.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit, and is a Texas Tornado match for the PWA World Tag Team championship!!

"Welcome to the Masquerade" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins playing, and out walk the PWA Intercontinental Marxx and the PWA Grizzly Beer champion Johnny Maverick. Both men hold their titles high up into the air, Maverick taking one last sip of a bottle of Sam Adams before dropping the now-empty bottle on the stage.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challengers! At a combined weight of 458 pounds, they are "The Midnight Role Model" Marxx and "The Filth and the Fury" Johnny Maverick!!

The challengers walk down the ramp, slapping hands with a few front row fans. They slide into the ring, standing up and backing into their corner as referee Dwayne Cross quickly breaks the rules down to them.

Augustee: And this match is going to be a good old-fashioned Philadelphia-style brawl.

"Welcome to the Masquerade" dies down, replaced by the Smashing Pumpkin's "The End is the Beginning is the End." Out from behind the curtain walk Viktor Stone and Shadow Starr, their PWA World Tag Team titles around their waists.

Eric Emerson: And next, they are the current, reigning, and defending PWA World Tag Team champions, at a combined weight of 490 pounds...VIKTOR STONE and SHADOW STARR!!

The champions reach the bottom of the ramp, barely even taking their eyes off of Maverick and Marxx. Both men undo their belts, handing them off to a ringside attendant as Emerson exits the ring. "The End is the Beginning is the End" dies down, and then Starr and Stone slide under the bottom rope, Stone still wearing his Apostles of Ares hoodie and Starr his trenchcoat, and Viktor slides under the bottom rope, rising quickly to his feet and charging at Marxx.


Martin: And we're off as Stone goes right after the Intercontinenal champion!

Stone wails away on Marxx as Maverick tries to pry him off. Starr dives into the ring and charges over, attacking Maverick. The GB champ and Starr trade rights and lefts as Marxx covers up in the corner from the assault of "The Beast," and Maverick ducks a big haymaker to deliver a pair of jabs to Starr's kidneys.

Augustee: Illegal in boxing, but sound strategy in wrestling.

Martin: Marxx catches Viktor's boot, and sends him down with a lift-up spinebuster!

Maverick hits the ropes and knocks Starr down with a clothesline. He then hits the ropes again as his partner checks his mouth to see if he's bleeding. Shadow rolls over and shifts towards the GB champ's feet, trying to trip him up, but Maverick jumps over Starr's body and continues, rebounding off of the opposite ropes. He goes for an elbow drop, but Starr rolls out of the way. As Johnny scrambles to his feet, he gets taken down with a boot to the face by Shadow. Starr turns around, and eats a big clothesline from Marxx.

Martin: No time to showboat, as Stone's up. Marxx dodges a Superkick attempt, and off the ropes. Marxx misses with a lariat, Stone with a rear waistlock, NO! German suplex blocked, standing switch, Marxx looking for a full nelson...and Stone takes him down a jujigatame!

Viktor wrenches the hold in, but not for long as Maverick dives in with a knee to Stone's face, breaking the hold. Maverick brings Stone up to his feet and nails a pair of rights before whipping him into the corner. Viktor kicks off of the middle rope and turns around, landing on his feet, and then waves Johnny in.

Martin: Maverick charges in, Stone rolls under a clothesline, running Kenka Kick by Maverick misses...

Starr gets up in the corner and begins walking towards his partner and Maverick, but Marxx catches him with a back elbow. Starr turns around, and the two trade rights and lefts. Stone misses with a dropkick attempt as Maverick swats him away, and then Johnny feigns an elbow drop, causing Viktor to roll onto the apron. Stone gets to his feet and Maverick charges, but Stone nails a shoulderblock through the middle and top ropes into Johnny's midsection, doubling him over.

Augustee: I think right about now...

Stone goes to suplex Maverick over the top rope to the floor, but Maverick blocks it, and lifts Stone up high for a vertical suplex back into the ring.

Augustee: ...would be a good time to remind...

Shadow blocks a right hook from Marxx, and then sends him down to the mat with one of his own. Viktor fights his way out of the vertical suplex attempt and lands behind Maverick, locking him into a rear waistlock. Starr drops a leg across Marxx's throat, and then finally slides off his trenchcoat, tossing it over the top rope to the floor. Viktor lifts Johnny up for a German suplex, but Maverick hooks his leg around Stone's, preventing the move.

Augustee: ...the people at home that a Texas Tornado match...

Maverick nails a back elbow to Stone, breaking the rear waistlock, and then hits the ropes. Starr stomps away on Marxx, holding onto the top rope for leverage.

Augustee: ...means no tags need to be made...

Maverick goes for another running Kenka Kick to Stone, but Viktor hooks his leg, and then sends him down to the mat with a Dragon Screw. Starr goes to bring Marxx up to his feet, but the Intercontinental champion takes him down with a small package.



Martin: And Stone breaks it up at 2! I'm sorry, Jeff, go on.

Augustee: Thanks. It means no tags have to be made, and it also means that there aren't any true disqualifications. There's no count-out's, but falls have to be in the ring, so the ref is just here to count the pinfall or signal the bell in case somebody taps.

Martin: Correct. And...Starr and Stone send Marxx out to the floor!

Augustee: So far we've seen the champions dominate their challengers, which is exactly how a lot of people thought this would go down in the ring. Stone and Starr, between them, have enough in-ring experience in the PWA, especially on a major level, to outshine both Marxx and Maverick.

Martin: But don't forget that Maverick was a big reason why the Apostles of Ares were victorious back at Good Vs. Evil, or that Marxx is a former World champion.

Augustee: I didn't. I'm just saying that Stone and Starr were the men to unseat the single most dominant tag team in PWA history,...

Starr and Storm both take turns nailing Maverick with jabs and knife-edge chops, with each chop - predictably - getting a "WOOO!!!" from the audience.

Augustee: ...the Order of Chaos.

Marxx gets to his feet on the outside, and then shakes his head, his eyes showing the anger that grows inside. He reaches underneath the ring apron, and then pulls out a chair. Marxx slides into the ring, and gets to his feet. Stone turns to see him and charges, but Marxx tosses the chair right into his face. Stone falls down to the mat before rolling out to the floor, holding his jaw and nose. Red begins trickling down, staining the white athletic tape around his hands. Starr clocks Marxx with a back elbow, and then whips him into the ropes.

Martin: And Stone is busted open!

Viktor furiously rips off his hoodie, dropping it to the floor, and then hops up onto the apron.

Augustee: Starr telegraphs a back body drop and pays for it with a kick to the face, and now...


Viktor falls down off of the apron and collides with the ringsteps as Maverick rises to his feet in the ring. Marxx ducks a clothesline by Starr, who then hits the ropes, and then catches him with a tilt-a-whirl.

Marxx: HEY, MAV!

Maverick turns quick enough to see Starr up on Marxx's shoulder, and then Johnny drops to a knee as Marxx drops Shadow Starr face-first across his partner's knee. Starr jolts back to his feet from the impact, grabbing his mouth, and then gets taken out of the ring with a charging clothesline the back of the head by Marxx.

Martin: And the challengers have cleared the ring!

Marxx raises his fists into the air as Maverick rubs his knee, shaking it out. Stone, bleeding from the nose, walks over to his partner, and the two nod to one another before sliding into the ring at the same time.

Augustee: Poor planning from the champs here...

Marxx stomps away on Starr and Maverick does the same to Stone, and then both men lift the champions to their feet, whipping them into opposite corners. Marxx charges into Starr with a back elbow, and Maverick nails a Stinger Splash on Viktor. The GB champ then turns and looks at the IC champ, and both men nod to one another.

Martin: Maverick with an Irish whip, Marxx with one across the ring...Stone reverses...AND STARR NEARLY DECAPITATES MAVERICK WITH A LARIAT!

Augustee: Fantastic quick thinking by Shadow.

Marxx turns around and takes Starr down with a clothesline to the back of the head, and Viktor rushes in, unleashing jabs and hooks galore as Marxx covers up, retreating towards the corner he just whipped Starr out of.

Martin: Stone continues the assault, and it looks like a few of those punches are making it past Marxx's block.

Augustee: When you cover up like Marxx is doing, you're not doing it with the intention of denying any impact from a shot. What you're doing is letting your arms, specifically your forearms and elbows, absorb most of the force of those shots. Your arms will hurt afterwards, of course, but you won't get knocked out.

Martin: Stone now with some clinch knees, and Marxx shoves him away!

Marxx just stares at Viktor, the IC champ practically foaming at the mouth, and yells at him.

Marxx: Come on, you son of a bitch!

Augustee: That...could have been a mistake...

Stone rushes in with more jabs and hooks, mixing in some clinch knees and forearms, but Marxx shoves him away again. Viktor rushes in once more, and Marxx quickly Spears him down, the air visibly rushing out of Stone's lungs before Marxx makes the cover.



Martin: And Starr makes the save!

Starr puts some boots to Marxx, and then brings him to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, but Marxx hooks onto the top rope. Starr rushes in, but Marxx ducks down, back body dropping Starr over the top rope.

Martin: And Starr lands on his feet!

Before Starr can even move, Maverick surprises him with a dropkick to the face, knocking him back off of the apron and into the guardrail. The fans pop loud as Maverick slides underneath the bottom rope, and then soccer kicks Starr right in the face. In the ring, Marxx goes to pick up Stone, but Viktor nails him with a headbutt to the jaw, sending the IC champ reeling.

Augustee: And it's little surprises like that that make Viktor Stone a constant force to be reckoned with.

Viktor comes up behind Marxx and locks on a half nelson, suplexing him out of his boots as the fans go crazy when Marxx hits the mat.

Martin: And a sheer-drop half nelson suplex could end it!



3...Marxx kicks out!!!

Augustee: And he's not a former World champion for nothing, folks.

Martin: Stone right back on the offensive, and he gets Marxx up to his feet...

On the outside, Starr and Maverick trade punches and kicks up the ramp, neither man really getting an advantage. In the ring, Viktor gets Marxx into a front facelock and grabs his leg by the back of the knee, nodding his head.

Martin: And Stone's going for the Deadpool Drop!

Viktor lifts Marxx up...

Augustee: But Marxx reverses!

Marxx shoves himself out of the hold, and then nails a big right hand that sends Stone turning around. Marxx locks on a half nelson and then sweeps Stone's leg, sending him down to the mat.

Martin: Canadian Legsweep!

Starr locks Maverick's arm under his following a punch attempt, and then lariats him down on the ramp. Shadow runs back into the ring, and then comes up behind Marxx, nailing a dropkick to the back of his head.

Augustee: And Starr surprises the Intercontinental champion with that one!

Starr slides under the bottom rope as Maverick gets to his feet on the outside and Stone does the same inside. Shadow reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. Before he can set it up or slide it into the ring, though, Maverick stuns him with a knife-edge chop, and then kicks him low, doubling him over.

Martin: Johnny Maverick gets Starr up...AND DRILLS HIM WITH A POWERBOMB ON THE OUTSIDE!!

Maverick boots Starr a few times in the back as the Tag champ turns over, and then the GB champ looks up just in time to meet a flying lariat from Viktor Stone.

Augustee: It seems nobody in this match can ever truly get an advantage!

Stone drops a pair of knees into Maverick's head, and then grabs the table, lifting it up and sliding it into the ring. He looks under the ring again, and doesn't notice Marxx stepping out onto the apron above him.

Martin: Marxx up...

Stone stands up, having produced a Singapore Cane from underneath the ring, and gets met with a boot to the skull, causing him to drop the Cane. Marxx jumps down off of the apron and nails a Bionic Elbow to Stone's skull, sending the former IC champ down to the floor.

Augustee: Like I said, not one person has ever truly had an advantage in this match.

Martin: Marxx brings Starr to his feet, and he rolls him into the ring.

Marxx slides in after Starr, and eats a basement dropkick immediately. Starr drops an elbow onto the back of Marxx's head, and then a leg drop. Shadow walks over to the table that Stone slid into the ring, and then sets it up perpendicular to the corner.

Martin: He brings Marxx to his feet, and he sets him up on the table!

Starr points up at the top turnbuckle as the fans begin to cheer wildly, and then grabs the steel chair that Marxx introduced earlier, smashing the IC champ over the chest with it before just leaving it atop him.

Augustee: And a good, quick way to stun the man as Starr goes up top!

Shadow steps onto the apron and walks over to the cornerpost, beginning to climb it. Maverick jumps up onto the apron, though, and grabs Starr's leg, tugging on it to pull Shadow off of the top rope. Starr keeps trying to kick him away to no avail, and Stone comes up behind Maverick, clubbing him in the back as he jumps up onto the apron himself.


Neither Stone nor Maverick move on the floor as Starr looks down at them, his face showing worry for both men. Shadow shakes his head, and then perches himself on the top rope.

Augustee: And Marxx surprises him with a chairshot!

The "CLANG!" echoes throughout the arena as Starr falls down and crotches himself on the top turnbuckle. Marxx drops the chair to the outside, and then climbs up to the middle rope, nailing a few rights.

Martin: ...I legitimately have no idea what's about to happen here...

Marxx nails another pair of rights, and then locks Starr in a front facelock, draping his arm over his shoulder.

Martin: Superplex...NO!

Starr nails a few shots to the ribs of Marxx, and then nails a headbutt, almost sending Marxx off of the middle rope. He goes to hit another punch, but Marxx blocks it and hits him with his own. Marxx connects with a few more, and then picks Starr up over his shoulder, using his free hand to clutch his head.

Augustee: Holy shi--!!

Marxx flies back off of the middle rope with a brutal Schwein through the table, sending the wreckage everywhere.


Augustee: I...I can't believe it...

Marxx crawls over and covers Starr, hooking a leg.


On the outside, Stone pulls himself to a knee with the aid of the apron.


Viktor sees his partner in trouble, his titles, and then slides under the bottom rope.



Stone never even comes close to breaking up the pinfall, and Marxx rolls off of Starr, rising to his knees. Dwayne Cross holds up Marxx's hand in victory, and Emerson rises to his feet on the ouside.

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, ...MARXX and JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

"Welcome to the Masquerade" cues up again, and Maverick manages to crawl into the ring, where Marxx helps him to his feet, both men exhausted from the contest.

X Marks the Spot

Suddenly, "Hysteria" by Muse hits the PA and Project X's PWAtron video plays in the arena to a loud nostalgia pop. Maverick and Marxx both go into defensive mode, waiting for the big man to show his face.

MCDANIEL: I guess we are finally going to find out which PWA champion Project X will be challenging for Genesis.

RENTFRO: But there are two champions in the ring right now, which one is it going to be?

The music keeps playing and playing but there is no sign of Project X.

RENTFRO: Where is he?

MCDANIEL: Wait, up there!

Project X descends from the rafters hooked to a harness right behind Marxx and Maverick who are still looking up the ramp.

MCDANIEL: We have seen Project X do this before in his high profile feud with Enika Engel!

Project X detaches himself from the harness and stands behind the two men doing nothing but towering over them.

Marxx notices a shadow hanging over him and turns to face it, but finds himself quickly gripped into a vice like choke. Project X then heaves him 8 feet in the air and drives him down to the mat, knocking all the air out of him with a chokeslam.

Brian Rentfro: The Probe!!! I never thought I'd get to call that move again!

Marxx rolls to the outside to recover. Johnny Maverick is quick to act and fires off a series of right hands on the big man before he can get back to his feet. When he works his way back up, Maverick has enough momentum to have PX reeling against the ropes.

Maverick then bounces off the opposite ropes and charges at PX in a running clothesline attempt but PX has a trick up his sleeve and cuts him off with a...


Maverick drops to the canvas like a sack of potatoes, blood spurting from his nose.

MCDANIEL: What is Project X wearing on his hand? It looks like a glove from a suit of armour!

RENTFRO: It's a mailed fist! Project X just cleaned Maverick's clock with a mailed fist!

Project X mounts Maverick and begins to smash him in the face repeatedly with the mailed fist, blood exploding onto different points of the canvas as Maverick's face becomes a crimson mask. Soon a security group hits the ring and pulls Project X off a bloody Maverick.

Project X dips his finger into Maverick's blood and paints a red X over his white face mask.

MCDANIEL: X for Project X, X for Genesis X!

Project X then shouts something to the camera.

PX: You're looking at the NEW Grizzly Beer champion!

RENTFRO: I guess the challenge has been delivered to Johnny Maverick!

MCDANIEL: Genesis X is shaping up to be quite the card! This has already been a night of surprises, I wonder what could possibly be next!


As if in answer to the question posed, we cut backstage as Stone and Shadow Starr come through the curtain from the arena. Suddenly, a figure rushes out and blindsides both men, shoving Starr into a pile of pallets and turning and walloping Viktor Stone with a right hand. Stone stumbles against the wall, still exhausted from his match and the figure pulls back his hood to reveal Gareth Evans.

Gareth: Sorry about the cruddy move here, mates, but I just wanted to get your attention. I got this itch to get back into the ring and have a go at Genesis, and you two seem like the perfect patsies to tumble with. I will be quite glad if you accept my little challenge and meet me at Genesis. Don’t be too long in deciding, ‘K, mates?

Gareth grins and rushes off, before Stone and Shadow can regain their senses. As they do, Stone gets a pissed look on his face and stalks down the hallway towards Chamelion’s office... as he does, the camera turns and pans away and cuts to...

Hungry Hungry Hippo

...a low angle. As we amble down the long hallway various crew and wrestlers point and laugh as we pass. Stopping in front of a door marked Lockers we reach out and the door swings open. As we enter we see a clown pointing a camera in our direction. It takes a couple of moments untill we realize it is ourselves reflected in a full length mirror.

Shorty: Hey Boss!! You in here somewhere?

Hippo: Yeah!! Back here!!

Turning toward the voice we walk past a bank of lockers to the end of the room. As we turn the corner we see a man with short cut hair and a grey bodysuit is chewing on the end of a cigar and spray painting a "Star of David" across several lockers.

Shorty: Boss?!

Turning toward us we see recognize Morty Goldberg.

Shorty: What happened to your suit?

Morty takes the stogie out of his mouth and grins.

Hippo: Oh, I found a better use for it...heh, heh, heh.

He points over toward a corner and as we foillow his motion we finally notice a battered figure wearing the hippo head laying in the corner moaning. Harvey, er Morty reaches down and grabs the headpiece pulling it off and we see Ronald Gay laying hog tied with an apple stuffed in his mouth.

Hippo: Downward Christian Soldier ... eh?

Shorty: Heh ... cool!

Hippo nodds and points toward the door.

Hippo: Come on li'l buddy. Lets get out of this place and get some beers, I'm buying.

Shorty: SWEET!!

They turn to leave and as they do Shorty looks up at Hippo.

Shorty: By the way ... just what was that stuff you spray painted on the missionary man? " Duniun n`n yiw` " What the heck does that mean?

Hippo: What do you mean? Duniun n`n yiw` . . . oh, no you were reading it wrong, It was in Hebrew and you read it right to left ... 'wiy n'n nuinuc| !

Our view tilts inquiringly.

Shorty: Ok, so it's in Hebrew ... but what does it Mean?

Morty laughs, and waves away the smoke from his cigar.

Hippo: Jesus was a Zombie!

The two laugh as the camera pans away from them and down the hall towards....


....Adrian still angry and nearly seething by the mouth. He marches down the hall when a stage hand with a clip board runs up to him trying to stop him.

Stagehand: “sir, you have a match now, please head to the ring!”

Adrian snears and pushes him to the side marching past him as he bumps off the side wall. Making a turn Shine finally hits the big swinging doors that lead into the parking lot. Finally, thinks Adrian as he pushes both doors open and heads out into the lot, looking every which way for his messenger.


With that Shine notices a small black car idling in the parking lot with the back door wide open. Shine speeds over to the open door hoping to come face to face with his blackmailer. Shine looks into the back of the car with interest but almost on cue and to the tune of a cliché horror movie Shine is jerked into the car like a rag doll.

Every things falls silent.

Everyone just looks on until a foot steps out and someone climbs out of the back. Shimmering mask, elbow pads and the whole wrestling attire. He looks just like Shine.

He smiles and walks towards the ring....

Jacob Figgins vs Sunshine Warrior

Eric Emerson: The next match is a singles bout between Rampage and Chaos...

Jon McDaniel: Well Linzi.. we don't even know if the real Sunshine Warrior is coming out here tonight after what we just saw.

Linzi Martin: He looked just like him, Jon.

Slow ominous guitar notes hit the pa as the lights throughout the venue dim. It isn't until the first vocals of the song that a figure in a red hooded jacket appears. The hood is up and hiding facial features.

"Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say
As you go down, down, down"

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring...

Upon the sound of a laugh the figure begins to walk down the ramp ,turning his head left and right and throws the hood off his head. To Reveal Jacob Figgins.

"You're Gonna Burn in Hell!!
Oh Burn Hell"

Figgins jumps onto the Barricade to slap hands with a few of the fans before jumping up on the next one

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 245 pounds and hails from Kansas City, Missouri.

"You can't believe all the things i've done wrong in my life
Without even trying i've lived on the edge of a knife
Well, i've played with fire, but i don't want to get myself burned
To thine own self be true, so i think that it's time for a turn"

Jacob finaly makes it down to the ring, jogging up the stairs into the ring and slides in between the ropes.

Eric Emerson: He is the "Next Conspiracy" JACOB FIGGGGIINNNSSS!!!

Jacob drops to his knees, extending his arms outward, staring to the ceiling. He hops back to his feet, awaiting the bout to start.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Toronto, Canada...

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

With the opening lyrics of the beautiful Natasha ringing in over the sound system, it's only right that a horizon be shown across the Jumbo-tron. The lights dim and the stage lights up with reds, oranges and yellows.

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.

With that Adrian and be seen bursting through the curtain and bouncing around with his natural cheery aroma.

Eric Emerson: He stands 6'2 and weighs 227 pounds...

Linzi Martin: See? Size and height matches up. Don't worry Jon, we all know Sunshine has some weird humor.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe.


Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

There's a place that I go,
But nobody knows.
Where the rivers flow,
And I call it home.

And there's no more lies.
In the darkness, there's light.
And nobody cries.
There's only butterflies.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

Take me away: A secret place.
To better days take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.

The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.


The match starts and both men circle each other in the ring. Figgins locks up with Sunshine who immediately slips out and puts Figgins in a hammerlock. Sunshine trips Figgins down to the mat and immediately locks in the Sun Burn!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa! Sunshine's got that Sun Burn submission move of his locked in early and Figgins is far away from the ropes!

Linzi Martin: Figgins is trying to get to the ropes, but he's no where close. This match might end early.

Figgins is struggling, trying to move as much as he can and break the hold. Figgins is slowly crawling toward the ropes as Sunshine rips back on that crossface hold. Figgins moves closer and closer, and referee Lance Weston continues to ask Figgins if he wants to give up.

Linzi Martin: Figgins is showing his resilience here, not giving in too easy to the Sunshine Warrior.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob almost has the ropes!

Figgins has moved himself to the ropes and reaches out, but is still just far enough away to the point that he only graces it with his fingertips.

Linzi Martin: He's right there!

Figgins makes a last ditch effort and reaches out as far as he can and finally grabs ahold of the bottom rope. Lance Weston calls the rope break but Sunshine doesn't break the hold. Lance begins the count.

Weston: 1!




Sunshine finally lets go, and Jacob is nearly unconscious.

Jon McDaniel: A very vicious side of Sunshine Warrior here tonight. I guess that fanmail left him unhappy.

Linzi Martin: Indeed Jon. And now Sunshine is laying the boots to Figgins.

Lance Weston tries to break it up and give Jacob a break, but Sunshine just shoves him away. Sunshine picks Figgins up and puts him down with a brainbuster suplex. Sunshine springs to his feet immediately and hits a kneedrop over the head of Figgins. He does it again, and then goes into the ropes. Sunshine hits a senton bomb on Figgins and then proceeds to talk trash to Jacob.

Jon McDaniel: What's he saying to him?

Linzi Martin: I don't know, his mask makes it hard to understand. That isn't like Sunshine to be doing that. That fanmail must have really gotten to him!

Sunshine picks Figgins up to his knees, but Figgins fights back with a hard elbow to Sunshine's gut. Figgins dishes out some lefts and rights, and finally gets to his feet. Figgins takes Sunshine down with a DDT!

Linzi Martin: Yeah! Finally some offense out of the former Grizzly Beer Champion.

Sunshine rolls out of the ring to recoup on the outside, and is met with some rather distasteful boos. Sunshine is reaching for something underneath the ring...

Jon McDaniel: What is he doing!?

Figgins is still trying to recover against the ropes. Sunshine slides in with a steel chair. Figgins makes the 180 turn, and then...



Figgins is laid out with the steel chair.

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match by disqualification... JACOB... FIGGINS!

But Sunshine isn't done, as he repeatedly hits Jacob Figgins with the steel chair, connecting with his head, chest, and arms. Finally, he throws the dented chair out of the ring and then pulls out a small paint spray can. He begins to spray something on Figgins' chest.

Jon McDaniel: This is bizarre, Linzi. Something isn't right with Adrian.

Linzi Martin: The big screen is showing what he's writing on Jacob...

The big screen lights up with Jacob's chest.


Jon McDaniel: He's taking off his mask!

Sunshine removes his mask, and the entire arena falls silent. It's none other than...


Hunter with intense fury in his eyes makes his way out of the ring and backstage, as the arena is in complete shock about what just happened.

Viktor Stone confronts Chamelion

Slamming the door open, Viktor Stone steps into Chamelion’s office, and looking up from his paper, Chamelion raises an eyebrow.

Chamelion: Yeeees?

Stone: This is the last damn straw, Mark!!

Chamelion: I'm sorry, is there a problem?

Stone: First that bullshit with OOC and now I get attacked by a reject from the PWA Retirement home.

Chamelion: Someone attacked you? Seems to be the standard operating procedure tonight. Course, no one else came crying to me... grow some balls, kiddo. What happened, precisely?

Stone: Evans...had the nerve to sneak attack me. I mean, I expect this shit from active old timers liek you and your brother, but a retired geezer has no place touchign me, let alone being in my company. Now...I'm a champion and I deserve to be treated with some respect. So either you handle that fool or there will be a free bed at the home this week!!

Chamelion: Heh, geezer.. that's funny. Guys about my age, and I don't think I'm much older then you.. but whatever... and this 'my company' bit, well, ok, let that one slide this time.. but uh, I suppose now that I'm clear about what your complaint is, I can address it better. See, Evans is making a statement, much as is happening here tonight with quite a few guys... he wants a shot at your tag belts..and to be truthful, if he's such an 'old geezer' what exactly are you so afraid of?

Stone: because he hasn't done squat to deserve a shot. It's almost like he is a Sommers or something. Just expecting a shot to appear because of his name. Besides the man isn't under contract and I don't kick ass for free. But you know what...I'm willing to overlook that. But honestly, nobody wants to see Evans take on me and Starr by himself...that is no challenge to the Unified Champs

Chamelion: Apparently you've missed out on the whole concept of Genesis, but I suppose that's not much of a surprise. And Evans is under contract, actually, as of today. Besides, he does have a partner.

Stone: Whoa...I get Genesis...old vs. new. But come on. Who would be stupid enough to be his partner against me and Starr. Nobody is that crazy to walk into an ass whipping that isn't for them.

Chamelion: Unless of course, his partner knows you really well and for that matter, knows he can beat you.

Stone: Heh...ok Cham, I'll bite. Who is crazy enough to partner up with Evans?

Chamelion: I wouldn’t use the word ‘crazy’. Insightful, charming, knowledgeable, skillful, agile, smart, educated, strong.. those are better suited, but then, I think the best word to use regarding Evan’s tag team partner would be…. Devious.

Chamelion offers Viktor Stone his best Cheshire Grin.

Stone: Hold on...hold on...I don't like this...

Chamelion: Look, aside from Evan’s little.. altercation with you. The man was just trying to make a statement. You’ve done the same thing, with my brother as it were, before in the past.. so, in that respect, whats good for the goose comes to mind.. but putting all that aside, this is Genesis… and not just Genesis, but the biggest one of them all. You want to be in it, you know how important it is.. well, to be fair, so do I. And it’s not because of the tag-titles, far from it; this is really about respect.. it’s about being on the biggest stage of them all, you, me, Evans, Starr.. and putting on the best .. absolute best performance we can. The fans really do deserve that, and Evans? He’s been around longer then any of us… and I can pretty much say that’s about true… so he hasn’t competed in years… that should suit you fine… but try to see it this way.. Viktor Stone & Shadow Starr vs. Gareth Evans & Chamelion, a true testimate of the old vs the new.. and perhaps even the show stealer. Kind of intriguing, don’t you think?

Stone: Heh...respect, thats a strong word. but you are right, the fans do deserve a great match. And what better why to cement our spots as one of the best tag teams then by defeating two..."legends" such as you and Evans.

Chamelion: Glad you’re confident, but remember something important, kiddo. Look back on my career, old or not, and put that ego in check, because Evans and I have known each other for eleven years, he works at my gym, we have a strong bond and unlike you and Shadow who sort of got tossed together, we’re cohesive, and well, let’s face it; with Genesis the stage we’re set to perform on; I’m going in at my very best.. and I won’t hold anything back.

Standing, Chamelion offers his hand to Viktor Stone.

Chamelion: And I know I can expect the same from you.

Stone extends his hand and pulls Chamelion forward.

Stone: I will open your eyes to exactly how good I am, just like I did with your brother.

With the two men nearly nose to nose, Chamelion chuckles.

Chamelion: Well then, I don’t have a whole lot to worry about, now do I?

Chamelion pulls his hand free and steps back, folding them.

Chamelion: Feel free to leave my office now, kiddo.

Stone glares, but turns and exits the office, leaving Chamelion standing there with a devious smile on his face.

The Unexpected

The sound of the mighty Atlantic crashing into one of the many shores of Bermuda purges through the sound system, and with that comes the sound of a single seagull... The lights begin melding into a beautiful aqua blue, and as most of the fans divert their attention to the screen above the scaffold to see what's going on, a simple drum tap and bassline begin to kick into gear - a number of fans from this promotion, or at least some of them, and especially those of the now defunct AOWF community, should all ready know what to expect....)

"Now or Never". Dope. The fans get it. There's no doubt. It comes across loud and clear in what could be described as at least somewhat of a massive cult roar, especially from those faithfuls....

### What'd you go and do that for? ###
### I see the way you're Looking at me... ###
### ...And I don't know why ###

### I don't know and I'm not sure... ###
### ...Have you lost your way? ###
### ...Did You Lose Your Mind? ###
### ...Are You Out of Time? ###

Jon McDaniel: "Oh my god! It's....

The last note of the aforementioned song seems to catch, right on the 30 second mark as aqua-toned fountains of sulfur pour down from the scaffold - which in turn cues a dimly lit spot light on the entry way as former AOWF alumni, Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser strolls out from the back, with ironically no out-dated, retired gold lining the former's waist. He finally got the memo. Nonetheless the screen above begins ticking off various moments from Wolf's career as the camera gets a close up on the video, but doesn't last for long as the camera tilts back down to catch Wolf passing under the sulfuric storm from the scaffold.

### You say goodbye... ###
### Like everything's all right. ###

### You say goodbye.... ###
### Like everything's all right... ###

Brian Rentfro: "Blunderwolf! I love this guy!"

Thunderwolf's attire consists of camel colored cargo pants, an open, short sleeve, button down cotton-twill shirt (cadet blue in color), black and blue K-Swiss classics (laced up in blue), and a pair of super thin, black, finger tip gloves. He adjusts his collar before walking to the center of the entry way. It was just the way you remembered... missing a few select people, who could all be found in the front row. Natasha, Enika, Misty - along with his four children - Sarah, Hannah, Chance, and Fiona. They were here to support him, the same way he supported, and still supports, all of them.

### If we go on it's now or never ###
### If we go on... ###

Jon McDaniel: "You mean Thunderwolf... a living legend in this promotion of ours! Did you know he hasn't appeared in a ring since Who's The Man 2009 and hasn't competed in one since before that?

### If we go on it's now or never ###
### If we go on... ###

(Upon reaching the main floor, and instead of diving in immediately, he instead decides to circle the ring, and finally hop up onto the apron after grabbing the bottom on the opposite side from where he started. Dustin then leapfrogs the ropes and does a couple of hops from toe to toe to keep the blood flowing. He walks to the center of the ring as his music dies... the fans going absolutely beserk. He has to smirk and wait for a moment for them to calm down before the ring girl can hear his request... he takes a mic.

Thunderwolf: "Someone turn the sprinklers back on, 'cause it's red hot up in here tonight!"

The fans go absolutely nuts yet again... he has to wait a moment.

Thunderwolf: "You know, despite what I've said about this place in the past, and despite some of the actions I've taken - I'd like to first point out the fantastic job you, the modern day stars of the PWA, are doing in keeping the fire and passion alive in this sport. You, the new crop of troops in the back, you're the generation that's keeping our collective legacies going, so give yourself a pat on the back from one of the old guys. Well, okay, veteran... I'm not on Raizzor's level of old and washed up just quite yet."

The crowd gets a good laugh in at the expense of the elder Sommers brother.

Thunderwolf: "Haha, yeah, truth be told - I hold no personal grudge against the Sommers family anymore. In fact, I'd like to be the first to point out what a terrific job they've done in resurrecting our old stomping grounds. Thanks in no small part to Mark Sommers himself - this place has reached new heights - and the PWA is once again at the top of the professional wrestling food chain. Soak that in, it's probably the first and last time you'll ever hear me give that guy any sort of credit."

{{More crowd chanting, commentary with a quick line about sucking up.}}

Thunderwolf: "And for all you new fans out there not in the know - the name's Dustin Kelser, or in certain circles, Thunderwolf. Yeah, yeah, I know, horrible moniker but it paid the bills for quite a few years. Truth is - I'm kind of a big deal. I've held more world titles than most people will ever even get a shot at. With over thirty-seven official title reigns under my belt - it's safe to say, I've had my taste of the pie."

He takes a moment to serious himself up...

Thunderwolf: "I've went toe to toe with and stood side by side with some of this sport's greatest - my stepfather, Dalton "The Spider" Campbell, Styx, Angelus Dellanuite, Jeffery Drake, Protean, Lisa Seldon, Nightstryker, November, Marcus Collins, Darren Ridel, Cliff Young, Sirus Moran, and your very own Raizzor."

Some cheers...

Thunderwolf: "Chamelion."

Some boos...

Thunderwolf: "Riona Langly."

A major IWC sized pop...

Thunderwolf: "And last but certainly not least..."

A pause...

Thunderwolf: "Matthew "The Virus" Engel... who's sister I'm still cordially inviting to my bedroom on a nightly basis. Hey honey, how's it goin?"

A very loud mixture of boos for Matthew, and some fan-boy pops for Enika as the camera turns away from the ring and towards her. A pink smile painted from corner to corner, beautiful eyes and earrings showing above all else on her face...

Thunderwolf: "All joking aside, I'm not here to just drop names out of a hat - like usual. No, I heard you guys were planning on making the upcoming Genesis Ten the biggest event of all-time by bringing in plenty of stars from the PWA's storied history while also showcasing the current upstarts of this company."

Brian Rentfro: "There may not have even been a PWA resurrection without the popularity of Thunderwolf throughout the years..."

Jon McDaniel: "He was the juggular vein of this community... often times leading entire rosters of wrestlers from one promotion to another. There's no denying the historical value this man's held to this very company."

Thunderwolf: "Now, some of you might think I'm here to 'show the new kids how it's done', but that's just not the case. No, I'm here after ten years in this business; through blood, sweat, and tears - to announce my OFFICIAL retirement from in-ring competition."

Fans boo at this, wanting Wolf to at least be a special attraction.

Thunderwolf: "My time's over. I've done it all, and to say I'm not going out as one of the best is nothing short of an understatement. But.... before I officially hang up my proverbial boots for good... I have some unfinished business with a few people. I came out to this ring tonight to target one man in particular: Corey Lazarus."

Fans pop, obviously due to Laz having been gone for nearly a year himself.

Thunderwolf: "The two of us have a legendary rivalry - dating back to the original incarnation of the PWA back in two-thousand. The two of us have headlined the world over, but some how, some way, the two of us have never stepped into the ring with one another one on one - EVER."

Brian Rentfro: "You know - these two were supposed to have a match at Who's The Man 2009... but Lazarus politicked his way out of it right?"

Jon McDaniel: "I myself have heard many conflicting reports..."

Thunderwolf: "I saw Corey in the back hanging with his "pal" Viktor Stone earlier, and I know he hasn't left yet because I can still smell Gregory Price's cheap bathroom polo cologne from a mile away.... so Corey, this is me, your means to an end, calling you out - once and for fucking all.

The lights in the arena die, and the ADC-Tron shows nothing but a black and white film countdown....

A trio of drumrolls cue up Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida," and the guitars ring as the bass carries the main melody. Chug-chug-chug-chug goes both guitars before going into the main melody along with the bass, and, at the 27-second mark, Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain, sipping on a bottle of Aquafina. Corey's eyes, as usual, stay hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, and he hangs his arms at his sides after he runs his fingers over his moustache and goatee.


Corey adjusts the collar of his black silk shirt, and then raises his eyebrows, a smile forcing its way across his face.


Laz tosses the half-empty bottle of water into the crowd, and then starts walking down the ramp towards the ring, producing a microphone from his back pocket. He never takes his eyes off of Thunderwolf, not once, and slaps a few high-fives with fans in the front row.

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

The fans, after years of hearing, finally sing along to "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida."


Corey stops halfway down the ramp, and cracks his neck to the side.


The guitars divebomb as Corey drops to a knee, his fist placed firmly on the ramp.


He bangs his head to the beat of the drums, and then leaps to his feet, his arms spread out to the either side, as the main melody of the song returns. Laz turns back to the ring, and then signals for the music to be cut off. The second verse briefly starts before "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" dies down, and Corey slides his Ray Ban's off of his face, tucking them into the breast pocket of his shirt. Calmly, yet sarcastically - Thunderwolf speaks....

Thunderwolf: "Wow... I didn't actually expect you to show up."

Corey Lazarus: "Believe me, Dustin...I wasn't going to just sit in the back while you were out here flapping your gums."

Corey is barely heard over the roar of the fans.

Corey Lazarus: "I was coming out here no matter what, man."

Thunderwolf: "I knew you would... and such is why I did it. You know, for the longest time - you were my best friend. Not like most of these people that I gave that title to throughout the years. No, you, Corey, were probably the truest friend I've ever had. As much of an asshole as you always were, I could count on you above all else. Or at least.... that's what I thought."

Wolf snarls his nose up at Corey...

Thunderwolf: "It only took one business decision that I made, to better myself, to morph our friendship into this long-running personal vendetta. You've done nothing but cause me, and our collective sum, pain since our falling out. Do you not get it Corey? Things weren't as bad as you made them out to be. They were never THAT bad. You just took things and blew them out of proportion. There's no other easy way to say it besides, well, - you fucked up."

Where as there would usually be a 'you fucked up' chant, this time it would go unheard. There was no clear cut hero in this fight

Thunderwolf: "I have my ear turned to all corners of this sport at all times, don't you get that yet? I heard everything. Because everytime you would try and turn someone in this industry against me, I'd hear about it. But that wasn't enough. No, trying to turn my friends and fellow associates away from me was never enough for you. You couldn't keep it on a busy level. So you had to take it a step further - you had to step into the lives of my loved ones. So I want you to look out into that crowd tonight. You see that? All of my kids, in attendance. Natasha, Misty, and moreover Enika? All three side-by-side, unified in support of yours truly, if only for tonight. They were all hurt by you, but the problem is - they were never yours to hurt. They were mine... and you tried to take every single one of them away from me."

He motions his head towards his current and two former lover(s) in the front row. Corey nods back at them, looking down at the ramp like a son being admonished by their father.

Corey Lazarus: "See, Dustin, I'm not going to deny any of this. I've admitted time and time again, especially on my DVD, that my entire career...fuck, my entire LIFE for the last 5 years has been based around proving to the world that I'm better than you ever were. It cost me friendships. It cost me millions of dollars in medical bills. It cost me two stints in rehab. And, hell, for a short while? It even cost me my sanity."

Brian Rentfro: "You can say that again..."

Jon McDaniel: "Hush!"

Thunderwolf: "You were never a full-meal deal – always one fry short of a Happy Meal."

A few parts of the crowd laugh, whereas others sit still. Corey forces a smile, the kind that you use to make it seem like you're amused by something that has actually offended you.

Corey Lazarus: "Good one."

Wolf takes a bow in the ring, and Corey takes a few steps down the ramp, stopping at the bottom of it.

Corey Lazarus: "My desire to shut the mouths of anybody and everybody who said I wasn't in the same league as you, who called me just another choke-artist that rode your coattails like Nova or McCade, is what brought me back to the PWA in 2008. It's what forced me to push myself further than I ever had before, winning the Who's The Man!? tournament. Putting my name alongside the true undisputed legends of this compay, of this very sport itself, by capturing the PWA World Heavyweight championship. It's what made me work harder than most would have believed to rehab my broken collarbone and come back, only to take care of both Matthew Engel and Project X in not only the same night, but the very same match."

Corey walks right up to the ring, and then climbs up onto the apron. Dustin backs up, giving him space, but never puts up his guard. All he does is bring the microphone to his mouth, clearing his throat.

Thunderwolf: "Oh for the love of god - here we go again. Always living in the past and twisting the truth to make yourself look better. You've always been on that old shit, whereas I? I've been the one writing the blueprint. I've always spoke in volumes of truth, and I've always kept it moving. Honesty man, that's where it's at."

Corey Lazarus: "LIAR!

Corey steps between the ropes, pointing his finger directly at Dustin. The two come close to one another, separated only at arm's length, and Laz gets into Wolf's face.

Corey Lazarus: "You're the son of a bitch who taught me all about the finer arts of bullshitting, you egotistical prick! You always wanted to bring up all of the World titles you'd won, all of the major main event matches you'd had on Pay-Per-View, but you never once even acknowledged the sway you had in the back due to either family ties or a nice expensive lawyer to back you up! And the first time that shit didn't go your way? The first time that nobody in the back would deal with you swinging your cock around like you owned the fucking place? You tweeked, you bailed, and you left me to fend for myself in a place that was inhabited by nothing more than rabid motherfuckers, all wanting to tear me apart piece by piece!"

Thunderwolf: "Whoa, whoa, whoa there slick... take it easy. It was never anything like that. I only bailed when I didn't get what I was contractually promised, or for that matter, what I earned. Hey man, I was there for you, I tried to get you to let me help get you out of your contract - but you listened to Gregory instead of yours truly. But you know, I guess that's how it's always been. Me, there for you. Remember when you were in rehab? I only recall two people EVER visiting you. The mother of my twins who's sitting there in the front row, and me, bitch! Yeah, that's right, I was there for you when no one else was. Price? No where to be found. Emma? Too busy working the street corner. Cliff? Too embarassed to even be associated. No, you fuck, it was me that was there for you through thick and thin... even when you hit rock bottom."

Corey Lazarus: "Because you wanted to shove your success down my fucking throat, you piece of shit!"

Thunderwolf: "And that's where you'd be wrong - AGAIN. I came to visit you in rehab because I wanted to smooth things over. I wanted my friend back. What do I find instead? You fucking my ex-wife behind my back. So I went on my merry way - I left you to rot after you spit in my face. Literally and contextually speaking. But it wasn't enough for you. You just couldn't leave well enough alone... you'd go on to do the one fucking thing I could never forgive you for - and that's chasing Enika into traffic backstage at a PHW show. You remember that? When you almost killed her? DO YOU?!"

Corey turns away, lowering his head. He clears his throat, and turns back around.

Corey Lazarus: "You're right. I can't deny what happened. Like I said, Dustin, I've done a whole lot of things that I'm not proud of, and that's at the top of the list. But you're no better than me. Just remember that you were MoA, you piece of scum. You sold your soul to get a little piece of the pie years ago, destroying hundreds of lives and careers in the process!"

Thunderwolf: "Wait... what? That makes utterly no sense at all. You were a part of the AWN, the next step in the evolution of the MoA."

Corey Lazarus: "Exactly. It was the EVOLUTION of the MoA. It wasn't about using backstabbing politics or mafia-style intimidiations to get our way like the MoA was, it was about a group of the best wrestlers in the entire industry joining together as one. We were a Goddamn UNION, Dustin! You and me, the both of us, Thunderwolf and Corey Lazarus! We were meant to be partners right at the very start of it!"

Thunderwolf: "You're right, you're completely right... we were meant to be partners. It was a co-op mission, with you in the passenger seat.... but I had to take it over. To keep the vision that I had alive. I always knew you'd fuck it up man, I mean between your trips to rehab, various stints away from the ring, and poor business decisions even before the AWN even came about? I had little choice in the matter."

Corey Lazarus: And not once, not even ONCE, did you ever have the balls to see how I felt about it. You just made offhand remarks, backhanded compliments, about me, and took the reins yourself. And then you bailed on me, on Ray Stanford, on Ai Mei, and on everybody else who didn't follow you to Projekt Re:Volution. I stood by you from day one, when Cliff introduced us to one another almost 10 years ago, and you repaid me by burying me to the suits, making it so I didn't even get the opportunities to shine that you did, and all the while you just swept me aside, saying I was your best friend. No more! Fuck you!

Corey and Dustin go forehead-to-forehead, spit flying into each other's faces. Wolf calms down, it's put on, but he calms down for just a second towards the end of it... just long enough to say his piece...

Thunderwolf: "I'm glad... I've wanted to hear that from you for quite a long time now, Corey. Because now it's just not there for you anymore. I get to do what I've wanted to do since last year before you chickened out. Im challenging YOU Corey, to a match at Genesis X - 2/3 Falls, No DQ. Just for the sake of ending this goddamned catastrophe for once and all."


Thunderwolf: "I hope you know how bad I'm going to fucking embarass you at Genesus, kid. You've bought your time for about five years now - and I'm in the best shape of my life. In fact, come on over here son, lemme coach you."

Wolf does his best Jay-Z impression, putting out an arm like he's got around someone, coaching them, motioning Corey forward. However, Corey surprises Wolf with a hard slap across his face, knocking the microphone out of Dustin's hand from the impact. Laz backs up and drops his own microphone before sliding his Ray Ban's back on, and then rolls under the bottom rope.



Corey backs up the ramp as Wolf walks over to the ropes nearest the ramp, leaning against the top rope and shaking his head. A small smile creeps across his face as Lazarus is seen nodding before walking behind the curtain. Wolf looks out at the crowd and then shrugs his shoulders, muttering something under his breath. He slides out of the ring, and then starts walking up the ramp towards the back, slapping a few high-fives with the front row crowd again.

Raizzor - Riona Contract Signing

We come back from commercial to see the ring is already set up for the contract signing. Chamelion stands in the ring, mic in hand and begins.

Chamelion: Ladies and Gentlemen, when my brother won the PWA world title from Matthew Engel, he became the biggest target in the PWA. That same night, a challenge was silently laid out, and Raizzor graciously accepted. Tonight, we put ink to paper and make it official. Here, now, we are going to sign the contract between the PWA World Champion, and the number one contender.. Riona Langly!

### Today... my name... is pain... ###

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened ADCTron show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages... A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR... The guitar stops it's long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the ADCTron... Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, and Viktor Stone...

### Tonight... Tonight... ###
### Tonight... ###

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....

### GO! ###

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, dressed in her ring gear... she doesn't bother with her usual theatrics as she makes her way down to the ring, slapping a few hands along the way...

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring and Chamelion, who she still harbors no love loss to.

### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###

Riona slides into the ring and snaps off a quick crux pose before staring a hole in Chamelion, awaiting Raizzor as she walks up to her side of the table...

Chamelion: And now, with great pleasure I introduce to you; the PWA World Heavyweight Champion; Raizzor!

Chamelion: Now, before the signing, I believe Raizzor, you had something to say?

Raizzor takes the mic from Chamelion and looks across at Riona, who is tense, waiting for something to happen.

Raizzor: Relax, Miss Langly. I asked for you to be placed at that side of the table, so you did not have to turn your back to me to see the ADC-Tron. There is something I wish you to see.

Raizzor goes silent, the lights in the arena dim and the ADC-Tron comes to life, revealing in giant red letters:




SCORE 0-0-1

Voice Over: Raizzor and Prima Donna clash for the first time, as part of a fatal fourway. Neither man wins, that honor went to Mikey P. But Raizzor would go on to win Who’s The Man!? The following month and begin his decade of dominance.



SCORE 1-0-1

Voice Over: Raizzor faces off against his brother, Chamelion, who had been doing all he could to end Raizzor’s career. Raizzor would pin Chamelion in a Hell in the Cell match.



SCORE 2-0-1

Voice Over: What a difference a year makes. Raizzor teams up with his brother, Chamelion to form the Krymson Dragons and take on the team of Krazy White Boy and Ashe for the Tag-Team Championships. Chamelion would score the pinfall to retain the titles, with Raizzor fending off Ashe.



SCORE 3-1-1

Voice Over: History would be made at Genesis IV. First, in a match that aired prior to Genesis’s live event, Raizzor and The Phoenix battled in a Solitary Confinement match. Phoenix walked out with his hand raised, but once Genesis went live, Raizzor’s dominance continued. Erik Draven met the Soul-Taker in a buried alive match, and Raizzor put the demon in the ground.



SCORE 4-1-1

Voice Over: In a match five years in the making, Raizzor went one on one with the original Rage. The battle was down to the wire, but again, Raizzor managed to score the victory, marking his sixth Genesis match and fourth victory.



SCORE 5-1-1

Voice Over: After the PWA closed, HiC picked up the rights to Genesis, and brought it back in a sort of re-birth. Months before the event, Raizzor had turned away from the dark side that had been his guide for the last six years and reverted to his real name, Michael Sommers. In this new guise, Michael competed more as a technician wrestler then the monster brawler people knew him as. This lured Erik Draven out, and enraged for reasons unknown, lured Michael’s wife to his side and tore down the very foundation that was Michael Sommers. However, the events that transpired elicited some rather nasty comments from Panzadise, who showed a most crass opinion on Michael’s personal tragedy, and thus the two met at Genesis Six. The days leading to Genesis, Michael had a personal war with himself, and the Soul-Taker won, emerging and returning to the ring to defeat Panzadise.



SCORE 6-1-1

Voice Over: At the end of Genesis Six, and Raizzor’s victory over Panzadise, Draven returned and summarily burned Raizzor, so badly that the Soul-Taker went into hiding for almost two years to recover. Spending the time reconciling with his wife and raising their child. When Chamelion re opened the PWA, he used his considerable money and talent to lure Draven back to the ring.. the soul purpose, to set him up for Raizzor. Raizzor came back, for the first time in two years to battle Draven in a Seven-Gates of Hell match, and finally put the demons to rest, ending Draven’s career, once and for all.



SCORE 7-1-1

Voice Over: What better way then to signal the return of the PWA once again, than with a clash between two of it’s biggest stars. Raizzor and Phoenix, who have had numerous encounters before, would meet again, and this time Raizzor meant to erase the one negative moment of his Genesis career by besting the Phoenix inside a hell in the cell cage, throwing Phoenix from the top of the cage, through the steel and down thru multiple tables. Some say that this event turned the Phoenix around, as he would go on to dominate multiple super-cage type matches, and become one of the longest reigning world champions of the new PWA. Still, Raizzor won the match, and kept his Genesis streak alive.



SCORE 8-1-1

Voice Over: The past eight years, Raizzor has competed against technicians, monsters, demons and some of the greatest superstars of the PWA age, and yet, the feud that began at Genesis Nine with Viktor Stone remains one of the Soul-Taker’s personal favorites. Stone, without a match at Genesis, became Raizzor’s target. The two would meet and even though Raizzor scored the victory that night, their battle would last for months to come. A solid feud, a good story, and most importantly; one of the best challenges Raizzor ever had for a Genesis PPV.. Viktor Stone remains in a unique class of competitors Raizzor respects.



Voice Over: Now, as Genesis Ten approaches, Raizzor knows the challenge ahead will be one of the most unique and competitive battles of his career, and more is on the line now, then has even been before. Respect, Reputation, Honor… and the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.

A single Gong echoes.

Voice Over: In the PWA, there are many stories that have been told, many legends born, but so few have been as long lasting as The Soul-Taker; Raizzor. Only a few weeks into the premier of the PWA in 1999, Raizzor debuted in a match against Scottie ‘The Panther’ Snow. Quick was the match, earning Raizzor his first of many accolades, with what is still considered the fastest pinfall in PWA History.

It would not be long after, that the Decade of Dominance began. Earning the title ‘The Franchise’, winning his first of now five World titles, Raizzor would become one of the major cornerstones of the Pioneer Wrestling Association. The challenges would become greater, the mountains steeper, but none were so insurmountable that they could not be overcome.

And now it leads to Genesis Ten.

The voice fades out, and Raizzor, in the ring, lifts his mic and looks at Riona Langly.

Raizzor: Miss Langly, to many, the contest ahead would seem unbalanced, unfair, even abusive. To those people, they do not know the truth of whom Riona Langly is. For as many a woman fighter who has graced the PWA ring, so few have been able to stand face to face with the fierce warriors then that of yourself.

Raizzor: Consumate, tenacious, it would be any man’s folly to take you for what you appear to be. To the wrestling world, to the ones who know; the battle set forth is not unequal, it is not one-sided; it is, in fact going to be one of my all time greatest challenges.

Raizzor: However, it does not remove the facts from the equation. When the tale of the tape is told; the discrepencies are vivid and extreme, for I am more then double your weight and nearly a full foot taller. Arm measurements do not compare, body mass does not compare, muscle size does not compare. I measure greater in every area of physical shape and size, and I cast a distinct shadow over your presence.

Raizzor: But as many will say; size isn’t everything. You are fast, agile, your body tough, and willpower endless. I know of all the men my size you have defeated, and those tales live in fact. You know what it takes, to chop down a man of my size and strength, and will emphasize it endlessly.

Raizzor: However, I will set out on a different path. I will not voice endlessly how you can not beat me due to these differences, I will instead focus on the fact that in this battle between us; I will win because I will not treat you as lesser; but truly as equal.

Raizzor: I will not pity your size. I will not count you out, and will do what it takes; anything it takes, to put you down on the canvas for three long seconds. I will treat you with acceptance that you are a worthy adversary, capable of ending my reign. No, I will not disgrace you by chiding you as a child, but I will warn you that when the bell tolls, I will devastate you, just as you deserve.

Raizzor: Your soul, your life, will belong to me on that night. I will grasp you by your tender throat, heave you to the heavens and then drive you straight to hell. I will bend the very ring, to enclose it over your lifeless body and enslave you to damnation, your corpse forever decaying for the maggots to chew apart.

Raizzor: I will not do this out of contempt. I will not do this out of hatred. I will do this because I respects who Riona Langly is, what you can do, and I know it is what I HAVE to do… to remain PWA World Heavyweight Champion.

Raizzor: This, I Promise!

Dropping the mic on the table, Raizzor doesn’t take his eyes off of Riona Langly as he scrawls his name on the contract sheet, before turning it and sliding it in front of Riona. Riona stares at Raizzor and takes the mic...

Riona: I'm going to make this short and sweet, because I'd rather hit you with my words when it counts the most so to speak. So, let me ask you one thing... Why? Why bother making that little highlight reel of your accomplishments there? Do you honestly think that I haven't gone back and watched each and every one of your Genesis matches? Are you that naive or that ignorant of me that you think I haven't seen dominating matches from each of your previous 4 World Title reigns? Raizzor, I know exactly what you're capable of, and I know that come Febuary 28th, I'm going to have a war on my hands the likes of which I haven't ever dealt with. So, all of the pomp, the circumstance, the special effects, the videos... it was all wasted effort to try and psyche me out.

Riona points to the PWA World Title...

Riona: You have something I want. You have something that I need. You have on your shoulder, both the culmination of a 5 year old's dream and the drive of a 29 year old's obsession. The symbol that shows to the world that you are the Best Wrestler in the World. You may respect me now, but respect is an empty word... Respect is EARNED Raizzor, and it may be a large mountain to climb, and it may take every drop of blood in my body and every ounce of my will to take you down, but I hope you know that I will put it all on the line to take that title from around your waist.

Riona: So, as I sign this paper... know that as much as my fate is sealed, so is yours. You already talk about how you're going to choke the life out of me and condemn me to Hell. Well, know this... if I go to Hell for the PWA World Title, then I am going to drag you down with me. And for all the souls that you've ravaged, and all the pain that you've inflicted over your decade of dominance... You will feel it all, and more. And forever more, as you lie there, beaten by someone who you had all the advantages over except one... You'll learn to enjoy the silence. And that's not a promise. Promises can be broken, promises can be taken back...

Riona: But the truth will set you free.

Riona signs the paper angrily and slams the mic down onto the table. She turns to leave, when Raizzor picks up his mic.

Raizzor: Do you truly believe that what I have presented here tonight was only for your benefit, Miss Langly? That would make you the naive one. None the less, believe what you will. You have already earned my respect, and it with that reason why I will do the same to you as you would to me, to grab hold of this championship and claim it as one's own. But rest assured, that you can not drag me down to hell with you, because I will be rising out of the pits of fire and brimstone to grab you by your throat and bring you down with me..... and that is a truth you can take to your grave.

Raizzor drops the mic, and Riona glares at him, before exiting the ring and stomping back up the ramp, to get ready for her match later in the evening with Matthew Engel. Chamelion talks with Raizzor as we go to commercial.

Jethro Hayes vs Trent Bradley

I Quit vs. I Respect You Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is an "I Quit versus I Respect You" match. Introducing first...

The first chords of "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei plays over the loud speakers as the crowd rises to their
feet. When the drum beat hits, "The Scranton Shooter" Trent Bradley bursts through the curtain. Wearing a white towel over his head, his intense eyes glare
towards the ring as he quickly makes his way down the aisle.

Ring Announcer: "Making his way to the ring at this time... from Scranton, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at 241 pounds... he is... TRENT BRADLEY!"

Bradley climbs the stairs, wipes his boots on the apron, and enters the ring between top and middle ropes. He quickly jumps on the second turnbuckle and
stares out to the crowd before taking the towel off his head and tossing it to the fans.

"Suuueeeyyy!" blares through the arena's speakers as Korpiklaani's "Journey Man" comes to life immediately following the hog call
by Jethro Hayes. The
back of the PWA big screen is John Deere green, the yellow outline of a deer runs onto the screen to turn its head to the crowd before it is frozen in

mid leap, creating the John Deere logo.

The song hits the seven second mark causing John Deere green and yellow pyros to shoot up from the entrance ramp. Simultaneously with the ignition of the

pyros, John Deere green and yellow lights begin to play across the assembled crowd as images of the John Deere logo move around inside the ring.

"I was born in a deep forest"

On the screen is the image of Jethro after his first match here in PWA, a match against Duff.

"I wish I could live here all my life"

Jethro is shown on the screen holding the Grizzly Beer championship, his first championship ever in professional wrestling.

"I am made from stones and roots"

Various clips from his battles both alongside and against Jamie Flynn flash past on the screen.

"My home, these woods and roads "

Jethro driving in his tractor appears as though he is driving through the screen when he bursts from the backstage area on his trademark John Deere tractor.

"All my life I loved this sound"

He stops the tractor to toot the horn to the crowd's enjoyment.

"Of the crowd's sound"

More images flash by on the screen, Jethro holding the PWA Tag Team Championship gold with Jamie Flynn, then Hunter Sullivan.

"Eagles flies where the winds blows free"

Jethro battling against Chamelion, The Phoenix, Viktor Stone, and Riona Langly flow past on the screen.

"Journey is my destiny"

Jethro stands in the center of the ring holding the PWA Television Championship high into the air, sweat pouring down his face.

"Free, free as a journey man "

Images from every one of his matches speed past on the screen.

"Free, heat in the moonlight "

Jethro stops the tractor at the bottom of the ramp to climb down and wave his hat to the crowd.

"Free, free as a journey man "

He lifts the Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental title for all of the fans to see.

"Free, heat in the moonlight"

The images slow on the screen to show Jethro in the Elimination Chamber winning the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. Images of him wearing it for various

functions flash past in time with the music.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, from Lenox Georgia, he stands at six feet seven inches, he weighs in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... he is your

Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Champion... Jethro Hayes!

"Ragged trousers, rucksack in my back "

Scenes of Jethro and Hunter in their Full Metal Mayhem match, Jethro bloody, Hunter bloody, and both men beaten.

"Narrow road behind me "

He climbs up the steps and into the ring before pointing again back at the crowd.

"I never look back "

He climbs the turnbuckle to holler to the crowd.

"Long way is in the past "

He runs to the next corner to climb up and holler to this section of the crowd.

"As in front of me "

The third corner is no different as he scales it quickly to cup his hands around his mouth to yell at this section.

"Hunger keeps me going "

On the screen Jethro is shown defeating Hunter Sullivan for the PWA Intercontinental Championship, making him a PWA Grand Slam Champion.

"I don't care where it leads "

Jethro looks at this image as he climbs down from the third corner to scale the fourth and final corner to yell here as well.

"Fire burns under my feet "

He tosses his hat to one section of the crowd before stretching against the ropes.

"Journey men pleasure and destiny "

The image of him defeating Hunter slides past to show Jethro surrounded by a multitude of kids and other fans; it freezes to be the final picture on the


"Sky is black, stars shows me the way "

He stands there to nod his head at the image.

"Moon whispered how to keep my faith "

He spins around with one arm outstretched to point at the crowd one last time before the match starts.
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "

Ding Ding

The bell sounds as Jethro and Trent circle each other in the ring, Sirus Moran looking on with interest. Trent dives in going for a single leg takedown but Jethro pounds away with a forearm to his back sending Trent down to one knee. Trent still digs forward trying to take Hayes down to the canvas, but Jethro is doing his best to stand tall and keep from allowing Trent to get him on the mat.

Jon McDaniel: This match has been brewing for over a month since Jethro first heard Trent's disrespectful words.

Brian Rentfro: Trent wasn't showing disrespect, only his version of being unhappy.

Jethro falls on his back and Trent is there with a leglock, turning it quickly into a grapevine, but Jethro plants a foot in his chest sending him backwards. Jethro is up to his feet quickly charging forward, Trent with a leap frog to avoid the charge. Jethro stops quickly, but Trent with a dropkick sends Jethro into the turnbuckle where he follows up with a clothesline then a shoulderblock to the midsection of the Southern Hero. Trent lifts Jethro onto the top turnbuckle, but Jethro fights back with a forearm shot to Trent's temple that rocks the Scranton Shooter momentarily. Trent continues to climb upwards, placing palm shots into Jethro's jaw rocking him backwards. Trent hooks Jethro for a top rope belly to belly superplex.

Brian Rentfro: The Scranton Shooter going for a big move early.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro with a knee blocks!

Jethro places another knee into the ribs of Trent Bradley stopping him from the belly to belly. Jethro with a big right palm strike sends Trent down onto his back and Jethro leaps with a big time body splash onto Trent, but covers are no good in this match besides Jethro knows it is too early anyways. Hayes with a leg drop, but Trent rolls out of the way causing Jethro to leg drop the mat, Trent with a quick running knee catches Jethro in the forehead.

Brian Rentfro: Dumb move from Trent there.

Jon McDaniel: Why is that?

Brian Rentfro: Because Jethro's skull is thick, he'll hurt his knee.

Trent places a knee in between Jethro's shoulder blades as he pulls back on both of his wrists, Jethro's face winces from the sharp and sudden pain. Jethro rolls to the left, to the right, but there is no way to go that releives the pain. The crowd is getting behind Jethro here as Sirus Moran looks on intently loving this here PWA action. Jethro gets his right leg under him as Trent does his best to keep the hold locked in, Jethro with his left leg under him now. Trent pulls back further and Jethro shoves backwards sending Trent back first into the turnbuckle, dropping the submission hold. Jethro rolls his shoulders before turning around into a clothesline from Trent. Jethro ducks catching Trent around the waist sending him down with a release German suplex. Trent's neck slams on the canvas, but Trent struggles back up to his feet quickly to meet the charging Jethro. Jethro goes for a clothesline of his own, but Trent ducks under hooking Jethro with a rear waistlock of his own. Jethro jumps up, sort of with a springboard that flips him over the back of Trent to land on his feet. Trent seems shocked at this.

Jon McDaniel: A springboard move from Jethro?

Brian Rentfro: Surprised the ropes could hold his fat ass.

Jethro with a big boot right into Trent's back as the crowd continues to cheer on their Southern Hero. Trent's face slams into the turnbuckle before he turns around. Jethro charges in, but Trent lifts up his right boot. Jethro grabs the boot, Dragon screw legwhip from Jethro sends Trent down to the canvas on his back. Hayes jumps up into the air, coming down with a leg drop across Trent's throat before he pulls him back to a vertical base. Jethro with a forearm to Trent's chest, backing him into the corner. Jethro places Trent on the top turnbuckle, tucking his own head under Trent's left arm for added height. Trent with a quick rib shot and a leap from the top turnbuckle, still cradling Jethro's skull.

Brian Rentfro: Top Rope Tornado DDT!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro may be unconscious!

Scott Swindell is there in Jethro's face, but the Southern Hero is not unconscious as he shakes his head "No" trying to shove up to his feet. Trent comes in with another running knee strike sending Jethro over onto his back, Trent stomps away at Jethro's ankle, trying to stop any big moves from Hayes.

Jon McDaniel: Trent going after the left ankle of Jethro here.

Brian Rentfro: I'd go after the neck, Jethro has always had problems with his neck.

Trent, seemingly have heard Brian, goes to Jethro's head pulling him up to his feet. Trent with a forearm shot to Jethro sending him into the ropes. An Irish whip sends Jethro across the ring, Trent comes in with a diving shoulderblock that doubles Jethro over. Trent hits the ropes, swinging neckbreaker down to the canvas. Trent gets in Jethro's face taunting him. Trent gets up, pointing down to Jethro before yelling something out to the crowd. Trent with a stomp on Jethro's face before he leans down to pull him back up to his feet. Forearm to the chest followed by a low leg strike from Trent has Jethro hobbling on his left leg. Jethro is whipped into the ropes again, Trent with a drop toe hold sends Jethro face first into the canvas right at Scott Swindell's feet.

Jon McDaniel: Trent is locking on a crippler crossface on Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Will Jethro utter those two words that he vowed to never say?

Scott is right in Jethro's face, but Hayes is not saying anything. Trent rears back on the submission hold, putting a huge amount of strain on the neck of Jethro, but all Hayes is seeing is the bottom rope about five feet away from his outstretched hand. The crowd is really into this match and Sirus is still watching on, watching the man that so many men have compared him to over the past year or so. Jethro digs in his toes, shoving forward only an inch, but it is an inch closer than he was. Trent is sweating from the effort of holding in the hold, Jethro flexing to try and break the hold as he crawls ever so slowly forward.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro has got to quit or risk injuring himself permantly, live to fight another day.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro will fight until he can no longer move.

Brian Rentfro: If Trent holds this move on much longer, Jethro may never be able to move again.

Jethro reaches out, four feet away from the ropes, he plants his free arm and shoves to the left. Trent rolls, but now has Jethro still in the crossface but it appears to be choking Jethro now.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro is turning red Jon, this can't be good.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro may pass out, but I don't think you'll hear him uttering those words tonight.

Jethro plants his feet shoving backwards and reaching out with his free hand and is in the side ropes, he knew exactly what he was doing in getting closer to a different set of ropes. Scott Swindell is there to administer a five count to Trent and make him break the hold.




Four... Trent breaks the hold and Jethro gasps in relief as he rubs at his neck, but Trent is there with a kick to his ribs that rolls Jethro onto the ring apron. Trent hits the ropes, baseball sliding right into Jethro's ribs and sending him onto the floor. Trent looks at the crowd and points to Sirus Moran indicating that he could never be as good as Trent Bradly; Sirus only smiles. Jethro moves up to his forearms and knees, but Trent comes flying over the top rope with a plancha that sends Jethro back on his front, Trent rolls up to his feet in front of the announce table. Trent looks down at Jethro before pulling him up to his feet and slamming him head first into the announce table.

Jon McDaniel: The action is right in front of us Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I can see that Jon.

Trent slams Jethro's head down into the table a second time, a thir... Jethro blocks the third attempt. Jethro with an elbow into Trent's midsection, a second elbow, and a third breaks the hold Trent has on his head. Jethro with an European uppercut that backs Trent up Jethro with a belly to belly suplex that sends Trent right through the announce table. Jon and Brian scoot their chairs back fast to avoid the falling table and Trent.

Jon McDaniel: Right in our laps now Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I can see that Jon, I'm not blind you know.

Jethro pulls Trent up from the wreckage of the table, whipping him into the ring apron before slamming his face into the apron with a clothesline to the back of his head. Trent's forehead is extremely red, the blood just under the surface of the skin. Jethro lowers himself to one knee, placing Trent on his shoulders in a torture rack position and jumping up and down to add pressure to the back and neck of Trent who is struggling to free himself from the submission. Trentadjusts his weight forward then backwards flipping Jethro over onto hishead, but the counter cost Trent as he lays there panting on his front as Jethro is starting to stir back up to his feet. Trent is on one knee now, but here comes Jethro with a running knee right into Trent's face that twists his head to the side, sending him down onto his side; Trent holds at the back of his neck in obvious pain. Jethro stumbles, holding onto the ring apron for support, this being only his second match after a medically forced hiatus. Jethro turns, Trent with a running elbow to Hayes that doubles him over. Trent plants Jethro's face into the canvas before turning to plant him face first into the ringpost and busting Jethro open on the steel. Jethro spins around right into an over the head belly to belly suplex throw that lands Jethro right on his neck as well.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro going right after Trent's neck is causing Trent to go right after Jethro's neck.

Jon McDaniel: Excellent strategy by Trent, although Trent has gone after more than one of Jethro's body parts here so far.

Trent pulls hiimself back up to his feet as he stalks Jethro who is slowly getting back up as well, blood dripping slowly down to the floor. Trent with a vicious punt kick that sends Jethro over onto his back, Trent with a knee drop onto Jethro's throat as he motions for Swindell to ask.

Jon McDaniel: Trent getting referee Scott Swindell to ask Jethro if he is ready to give here.

Brian Rentfro: Surely Jethro will.

Jethro: "NO!"

Trent looks a bit shocked, but respectful as he pulls him back up to his feet. Right hand, left hand, quick thigh kick combo rocks Jethro backwards. Trent digs up under the ring apron, pulling out a steel chair, he sets it up in front of Jethro, drop toe hold right into the seat of the chair has Jethro dazed and possibly on Dream Street. Trent looks down at his handywork before quickly climbing onto the barricade and leaping with a leg drop that seems to bend Jethro's neck the wrong way, but it does cause Jethro to fall off the chair and onto his face.

Brian Rentfro: Trent is giving that hick hell here tonight.

Jon McDaniel: Trent doesn't want to lose, but more importantly he doesn't want to admit that he respects Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Who does?

Trent with a knee drop right into the lower part of Jethro's back before stepping up onto the seat of the char. Trent comes down with an elevated double knee drop that has Jethro rolling in agony here beside the ring. Trent sets Jethro up, sending him down with the Pennsylvania Plunge and the crowd moans, believing Jethro to be finished here in this contest of wills. Trent yells at Swindell to get in and ask the question as he wraps Jethro up in the Keystone Klutch.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro is locked in the Keystone Klutch, only a matter of Swindell asking the question.

Jethro shakes his head, pure agony on his face as he thinks of a way to extract himself from this most painful move. Trent leans more, sending more pain through Jethro's body before Jethro rolls Trent over breaking the hold. Trent's head slams into the barricade but he doesn't go down. Trent rushes back as Jethro is trying to get up to his feet, boot to the... Jethro catches the ankle spinning Trent around and spearing his left knee.

Jon McDaniel: The Plow to Trent's knee, that may have caused major injury to Trent!

Brian Rentfro: Trent is down and in a ton of pain.

Trent is clutching at his left knee, but when Scott Swindell puts the microphone up to his lips...

Trent: No!

Jethro nods his head out of respect for Trent's tenacity, knowing that this match may go on for a long time. Jethro places his right arm on the ring apron, pulling himself up, he wipes the blood from his forehead as Trent struggles up as well, holding at his left knee. Jethro charges in with a clothesline, but Trent ducks and Jethro slams a knee into his forehead that sends him into a seated position against the barricade. Jethro motions for the crowd to back up so they don't get hurt.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro worried for the fans' safety here.

Brian Rentfro: He should be worrying about Trent instead and forget the fans.

Jethro places his head under Trent's arm as he lifts him into the air, spinning around with a Georgia Slam that sends Trent's lower back across the barricade. Jethro jumps over the barricade, sending the point of his elbow into Trent's throat that sends Trent on over and into the area that the fans have vacated. Jethro pulls himself back up, wiping the blood off his face with a hankerchef and pulling Trent back up to a vertical base. Jethro lifts Trent up, gorilla press slam onto the unforgiving concrete has Trent motionless, but Jethro isn't finished just yet. Hayes grabs the left ankle of Trent and begins to kick it with the sole of his boot repeatedly before applying a single legged Boston Crab to the Scranton Shooter. Scott Swindell is right there and in Trent's face with the microphone.

Trent: No!

Jethro reaches back, applying more pressure, but Trent just shakes his head in denial as the sweat is beginning to pour off both him and Jethro with the intenseness of this match. Trent reaches out grabbing the legs of a metal folding chair that the fan has vacated. Somehow folding it up, he swings back over his head nailing Jethro in the back of his skull. Jethro drops the submission to stumble forward.

Brian Rentfro: Trent with a innovative counter there.

Jon McDaniel: Perfectly legal here in this match.

Jethro is shaking his head as Trent hobbles up to his feet, the chair still in hand. Jethro turns around, Trent nails him with the chair and Jethro goes down. Trent with the chair high up over his head brings it down a second time into Jethro's face. Trent seems to be letting the adrenaline do his driving as he brings the chair back up. Jethro with a double kick out to Trent's left leg causes the Scranton Shooter to drop the chair and fall as he holds his knee in obvious pain.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro connects solidly with Trent's left knee there.

Brian Rentfro: Trent appears to be in alot of pain here, Jethro may have broken the left knee of Trent.

Jethro pulls himself up once more, walking over to Trent who is rolling around holding his left knee. Jethro seems to be a bit worried about continuing, but he also knows what is at stake here in this match, thinking about all of Trent's lack of respect, he moves in. Jethro grabs the ankle of Trent, wrapping the Scranton Shooter up in a figure four leglock.

Jon McDaniel: Figure four leglock, will Trent giveJethro respect?

Brian Rentfro: That crazy hick is going to break his leg!

Scott Swindell slides into position, the microphone up in Trent's face. Trent shakes his head no, afraid to speak at the momement. Jethro sits up to fall backwards to add even more pressure to Trent's left knee, Trent grunts from the pain, his skin beginning to turn white from the agony his knee is going through.

Brian Rentfro: Trent trying to counter the hold by flipping the big idiot.

Jon McDaniel: But Jethro counters by rolling the other way and keeping the hold locked in.

Scott Swindell gets down in Trent's face, the microphone up to his lips.

Trent: Jethro Hayes!

Jethro tightens the hold, feeling it in his bones and hoping it isn't a trick.

Trent: I... respect... you...

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... "The Southern Hero" Jethro... Hayes!

Korpiklaani's "Journey Man" hits back up as Jethro stands up, the crowd applauding both him and Trent for an awesome match here on Chaotic Rampage. Trent is trying to get up, but holding at his left knee in terrible distress. Jethro walks over to help him, but Trent shoves him away, limping heavily on his left leg as he walks towards the back.

Seal The Deal!

Jethro shrugs his shoulders as he hops over the barricade and to Eric Emerson. Jethro asks for a microphone, Eric gives him the mic and Jethro steps into the ring, bringing the live mic up to his mouth, he is breathing heavily.

Jethro: Ladies and gentlemen, PWA fans of all ages, I'm not sure if you are aware of it or not, but there is a true Pioneer Wrestling Association here with us tonight...

Jethro takes a deep sigh, trying to catch his breath as the crowd looks around trying to find the legend he is talking about.

Jethro: Former umpteen time champion of varying belts, he is the legendary... Sirus Moran!

The crowd explodes, looking down towards the front and now to the big screen where Sirus is seated with a smile on his face.

Jethro: Mr. Moran, how about you come on and get in the PWA ring for the first time in a very long time.

Sirus shakes his head, not wanting to draw attention to hiimself.

Jethro: Come on man, these fans love you and they want to see you in a PWA ring one more time!

The fans let Sirus know that they do by the loud ovation they give him, so Sirus... obliges. Sirus hops the barricade and steps through the ropes of the ring to stand in front of Jethro. Sirus plays to the crowd as both them and Jethro are clapping wildly.

Jethro: You know for over a year now I've been compared to you and honestly I don't see the resemblence.

Sirus looks over at Jethro.

Jethro: One can tell you aren't from Georgia.

Sirus laughs.

Jethro: One can tell that I'm the... well.. shorter one.

Sirus laughs now.

Jethro: And one can tell that I'm the heavier of the two of us.

Sirus walks over to Jethro.

Jethro: But I want to do something Mr. Moran. For weeks there has been a rumor that you will be facing me at Genesis X. A rumor that you are coming out of retirement to give one more match, something called a "Wet Dream" match.

Jethro scratches his head.

Jethro: I'm not sure what that is, maybe they pee in the bed?

Jethro shrugs.

Jethro looks out to the crowd, then straight at Sirus.

Jethro: What do you say Mr. Moran, want to put this rumor either to rest or give it some legitimacy?

Sirus “Well, I think it’s high time we stamped out legitimacy. I understand the whole ‘no child left behind’ idea, but people … please … if your child
can’t read at a certain level, maybe he should be left behind. I know it isn’t a popular thing to say, but it’ll help in the long run.”

Sirus looks to the crowd for approval who in turn look for clarity. Sirus looks as if he hears something and turns around. Not seeing anyone behind him
he turns around again. And again. And again. Finally he stops turning around, regains his balance and looks into his side bag. A smile comes across his
face and he reaches in and takes out …

Rentfo “MY GOD! MY GOD! MY GOD!”

McDaniel “It’s ‘Al’”

Rentfro “I was going to say that.”

McDaniel “We only have so much time for our show.”

The crowd cheers. I mean you think you’ve heard a crowd cheer, but you haven’t. They go wild. Crowds gone wiled. They will sell unrated DVDs of this crowd
going wild.

It’s noisy.

Sirus lifts ‘Al’ to his ear and listens. Slowly realization settles in.

Sirus “Well Jethro, I don’t know about coming out of retirement. I don’t want to take anything away from any of the wrestlers who have been working their tail feathers off to get where they are now .. but I’ve been thinking. My son is turning four soon and, not that I think I want him to watch the match now, but I want to leave some kind of a legacy for him to see. Something that he can be proud of. I want to leave something so he knows what I did and how I helped support our family and not just be the guy who helps out sorting the new comics on Wednesdays. I have thought about this for a while and it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the ring. So long that I missed the invention of video tape and I want to be filmed in the ring so I can show my Son what a big part of my life was about. If you can promise me that someone will film us then …. Sure, why not?

Don’t answer that.”

Jethro reaches out, both him and Sirus shake hands while nodding at each other. Jethro, for good measure and as a sign of respect, turns to 'Al and shakes his... paw? as well.

Jon McDaniel: Wow!

Brian Rentfro: I .. kinda gotta agree! This will be a match to remember!

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is eating it up, as well... Genesis just grew exponentially!

Brian Rentfro: Can it really get any bigger then this! Oh, hey, the ADC-Tron's up, what's going on backstage!?

Marxxed for Termination

*We cut to the backstage area where we find a young boy walking around. He looks to be about the age of twelve or thirteen and is wearing a PWA t-shirt. As he walks, he looks around him with wonder, taking in everything he sees. Suddenly, his eyes do wide as they fall on something just off camera. He rushes towards the point and we see the reason for his excitement come into view: Marxx standing by the catering table, the PWA Intercontinental Title draped over his shoulder.*

Boy:! Ar-aren't you Marxx!?

*Marxx turns to the boy, looking at him with a corner smile.*

Marxx: Last time I checked, that was my name!

*He takes his bottle of water and opens it as he speaks to the young person in front of him.*

Marxx: You seem a bit young to be in the staff, so may I ask you how you made it in here?

*The boy motions back towards the door he entered from.*

Boy: I was looking for the bathroom. I saw a man come through that door, and I thought this what it. I'm really glad I was wrong though! You're my favorite!

*In addition of being able to reach backstage with no one noticing, Marxx had one new reason to like that kid!*

Marxx: Really? Thank you!

Boy: Yeah! I was really excited when you took back the title from Emporer Ian! You showed him and Trent Bradley who was boss!

*The radiance coming from the boy is astounding as he beams up at his idol.*

Boy: Oh! Can I have your autograph!?!

Marxx: Sure, no problem!

*Marxx grabs a sharpie, and then looks around for something to write on. He ends up grabbing a Genesis poster on the wall.*

Marxx: "To the crazy Marxxaddict (in a good way) who was able to get backstage! Don't lose your guts! Marxx"

He hands the boy the poster.

Marxx: There you g-

*Marxx's words are cut short as he blindsided with a shot to the back of the head with a croquet mallet. The boy stands shocked, staring down at the now prone figure of Marxx. Blood starts to seep from the back of Marxx's head.*

Voice: Ouch! That's going to sting in the morning...

*The camera pans from around and finds first the offending mallet, but slowly moves up to a very familiar set of steel blue eyes. A smirk, and he is kneeling next to Marxx.


Ledge: Sorry to cut you short there Marxxy, but you know how it is, right? Time is money, after all, and I DO have a flight to Atlantic City that I need to catch.

*He cocks his head to the side a little.*

Ledge: It's been a long time since I set foot in a ring in this imagine my surprise when I get a call from Sommers. "Genesis X" he says..."old vs. new". How could I say no?

*Ledge looks down at the Intercontinental title lying next to Marxx. He picks it up.*

Ledge: Especially when I had an incentive like this thrown into the mix.

*He tosses the title back down on top of Marxx.*

Ledge: Genesis X. Ledge vs. Marxx. I won't need a stipulation to show you why the old school is just plain better. No threats. No promises. Just facts.

*Ledge gets up and walks to the boy. He tussles the boys hair and, as he does, we notice the same smirk take over his mouth. The same blue eyes look up at Ledge.*

Danny: How'd I do,dad?

Ledge: Perfect, Danny...absolutely perfect.

*Ledge smiles as father and son begin to walk towards the office, leaving Marxx just beginning to stir.

Matthew Engel vs Riona Langly

We cut to ringside, where McDaniel and Rentfro are ready for our next match.

Jon McDaniel: So... what do you think Riona picked?

Brian Rentfro: Does it matter? Really, does it matter? Whatever match that Riona chooses, it's sure to be beautifully violent.

Eric Emerson: The following contest... IS A DOG COLLAR MATCH... and it will be contested under NO SURRENDER rules. There will be no disqualifications, no countouts, and no submissions! The only way to win is through PINFALL!

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

"Please allow me to introduce myself..
I'm a man of wealth and taste."

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are boo'ing the former World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 212 pounds...

"Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game."

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

Jon McDaniel: As Virus enters the ring, I've got to mention that this seems like an odd choice for Riona, don't you think?

Brian Rentfro: No, it fits her nicely, and she's wrestled in one of these matches before.

Jon McDaniel: Which, if I remember correctly, went to a no-contest for some reason involving tasers. Anyway, I think the idea is to completely throw off the Virus. Though, being chained to a complete monster who wants to murder her doesn't seem like the right choice if you ask me.

Brian Rentfro: Riona is just rebuilding her badass image, that's all!

Eric Emerson: He is a three time World Heavyweight Champion and a two time Intercontinental Champion... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

"Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I'll lay your soul to waste."

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

Eric Emerson: Introducing his opponent...

### Today... my name... is pain... ###

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened ADCTron show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages... A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR... The guitar stops it's long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the ADCTron... Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, and Viktor Stone...

### Tonight... Tonight... ###
### Tonight... ###

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....

### GO! ###

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing... she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 142 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches...

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###

Riona stops in the middle of the entrance ramp and lifts her head up...


The woman dressed completely as Riona reaches up and pulls off her black wig...

Brian Rentfro: LACEY GLORIA!


* * * DING DING DING * * *

Virus never sees it coming as Riona blindsides him from behind with a steel chair to the back of the skull, sending him staggering over the top and to the floor. Tossing the chair to Lacey, who manages a good grab, Riona slides under the the bottom rope and grabs a fistfull of Virus' hair, dragging him over to the ringside barrier and slamming him face first into the barrier. Virus staggers from the blow, and Riona gets tossed the chair back by Lacey, who gives Virus a soccer kick right to the groin. Virus drops to two knees and then gets hammered into the floor as Riona unloads with a wicked chair shot, the sound of which could be heard in the upper reaches of the arena. Lacey gives Riona a high-five as she backs up the stage, grinning at Virus as he slowly gets to his feet. Riona rushes Virus, looking for a soccer kick of her own, but the former PWA World Champion quickly grabs Riona's foot and trips her face-first into the steel of the ramp just as Lacey disappears behind the curtain. Rolling to his feet, Virus staggers a bit, trying to regain his senses from the surprise attack. Riona gets to her feet and the two begin to exchange right hands on the outside, the dog collar not even having been introduced to the match yet. Virus gets the advantage of the exchange and whips Riona back first into one of the steel posts. Riona arches her back but keeps a vertical base long enough for Virus to ram her into the post once again with a shoulder block right into the gut.

Jon McDaniel: And after the surprising entrance for Riona, Virus has taken some control.

Brian Rentfro: That was a cheap move by Riona, using Lacey as a decoy like that... I approve.

Jon McDaniel: You would. Gives you another girl to oogle.

Brian Rentfro: It's a shame she didn't stay out here.

Reaching down underneath the ring, Virus pulls out a florescent light tube and aims as Riona makes a vertical base. Riona ducks the home run swing for her head and the tube shatters on the post, sending glass flying. Virus doesn't get an opprotunity to do anything with the remnants of the tube in his hands as Riona swiftly kicks and shatters the rest of the light tube out of Matt's hand, which also has the effect of kicking his hand as well. Engel doesn't have time to worry about shaking the blood loose in his right hand as Riona follows up on her kick with a straight kick to the gut that pushes him backwards before rushing forward and dropping him to the floor neck first with a wicked lariat. Riona then lifts up the apron and reaches under the ring herself, finally pulling out the dog collars and chain, which looks to be about 15 feet long. Wrapping her fist in the chain, Langly stalks Virus until he gets to his feet and then whacks him across the face with a huge open-handed slap. Virus nearly tumbles backwards, but the announce table keeps him from falling to both knees, and with his back turned to Riona, this gives the girl a perfect chance to attach one of the dog collars around Virus' neck! Looking at the other end, Riona thinks for a second about putting the collar on before she uses it as a handle and yanks on the chain, choking Virus backwards and onto the floor.

Brian Rentfro: This is like WarGames never ended! WOO!

Jon McDaniel: I have a strong feeling that this is only the beginning of what may be a brutal match.

Grabbing a bundle of the chain, Riona screams bloody murder at Virus as she begins to whip Engel with the chain in the gut over and over before finally stopping long enough to pull Engel to his feet. She grabs ahold of the back of Engel's neck and the chain, and begins to wrap the end around the ring post, leaving Virus somewhat helpless as she asks for and is given a steel chair by a particularly helpful audience member. Lining up Virus for the shot, Riona hammers Engel with the chair in the back. Tossing the chair into the ring, Riona lays into Virus with a series of nasty closed fists, opening up a small bit of blood on the former champion's forehead. Riona makes all of this worse as she grabs ahold of the chain and begins to grind it along Engel's face and the cut, opening it up. Before she can do more damage, Virus reaches up and gets a lucky stab, raking at Riona's eyes and causing her to back off enough for Virus to untangle the chain from the ringpost. Virus wipes a bit of blood out of his eyes and then grabs ahold of the chain, slamming a fist into Riona as she returns to regain the advantage. Riona falls like a sack of potatoes and Virus goes for the kill, wrapping the chain around Riona's throat and attempting to choke her out. Seeing how this has no logistical advantage to the rules of the match, Engel yanks Riona to her knees and grabs the other end of the collar, fastening it around her neck.

Jon McDaniel: And Virus finally makes the match an even fight.

Brian Rentfro: How is it even? Now you've got a match where a psychopath with a tendancy for grandious violence is chained up to... Matthew Engel.

Jon McDaniel: Funny joke, but you know Riona may have heard that.

Brian Rentfro: She'll forgive me.

Wrapping his right fist in chain, Virus laughs and begins hammering away relentlessly at Langly's skull over and over again. After about 10 or so blows to Riona, Matt stops the attack, only to give Riona a sharp kick to her chest. Riona's face is opened up as Virus takes control of the match, stomping his opponent with a few sharp stomps to Riona's sternum. Grabbing another handful of hair, Virus lifts her back to a vertical base and immediately sends her crashing back to the ground with a quick standing clothesline. Looking down at Riona for a second in what may be pity, Virus rolls over Riona with his foot and locks in Riona's own PAINKILLER OVERDOSE! Like the choke, it has no effect on the match based on the rules, but psychologically, it's an important move... After several seconds of agony, Virus releases the hold and lifts her up, keeping ahold of the arm to whip her into the steel steps. Riona wakes up as she is about to crash into the steel, actually leaping over the steel and yanking on the chain, pulling Virus into the steel knee first. Riona catches her breath from the move for just a second before going back on the offensive, grabbing Engel's bad leg and pulling it over the steps before deadleaping onto the steps and smashing a Reebok right into Engel's kneecap. Virus howls in agony from the attack and rolls off the steps, continuing to roll around on the floor trying to get some feeling into his leg again, but Riona presses her advantage and leaps off the steps with an elbow aimed right at Matt's neck. Riona nails the move perfectly as Virus rolls to his side from the pain, allowing Riona the perfect angle to give him a swift soccer kick to the kidneys. Pulling Engel to his feet, Riona goes to german suplex Engel into the steps, but Virus elbows out of the hold and whacks Riona with a spinning backfist that floors her.

Brian Rentfro: OUCH! That hard to hurt!

Jon McDaniel: Scintellating commentary there... Maybe I should work on that transfer to Chaos. Anyway, Virus seems to be limping here, think it'll come into play?

Brian Rentfro: Of course it will, we're talking violence. Everything comes into play!

Escaping from Langly, Engel slides into the ring and grabs ahold of the chair that Riona threw into the ring. Wedging it into the turnbuckles, between the top and second, Virus tugs on his end of the chain, pulling Riona to her feet and towards the ring apron, giving him enough room to bounce off of the ropes and smack Riona right in the face with a baseball slide that launches her shoulder first into the announce table. Sliding back out of the ring, Virus flips up the ring skirt once again and pulls out a barbed wire Singapore cane. Measuring Riona up for the a shot with the cane, Virus charges, only to get completely surprised as Riona breaks Jon McDaniel's glass pitcher of water right into his face! The crowd goes crazy for the desperation attack as Engel starts to bleed heavily from the sudden attack, but Riona gives him no quarter as she pulls him to his feet and starts to light his chest up with her signiture KNIFE EDGE CHOPS! CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP! Riona hits off 5 stinging chops to the chest, turning Engel red. She hammers Virus with an elbow to the face that should knock him out before reaching down and grabbing ahold of the barbed wire Singapore cane. Swing and a miss! Virus disarms Riona as she swings with a nasty palm strike to the throat before dropping her to the mat with an equally effective European Uppercut. Looking under the ring again, Matthew pulls out what looks to be Riona's trash can full of weapons and tosses it into the ring, before grabbing ahold of his rival and rolling her into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Close call for Virus there... Riona doesn't go for that cane, and Matt could have been in some trouble.

Jon McDaniel: Indeed, now the question is... what will Virus do now?

Yanking on Riona's hair so Riona's head is situated on the bottom rope, Engel grabs the Singapore cane and the third time is the charm as Virus just devistates Riona with a crack to the skull. Ripping the barbed wire stick out of Riona's head, and ripping out strands of hair in the process, Virus tosses the cane into the ring with the rest of the weapons before giving Riona's skull another boot to the side for good measure. Virus finally slides into the ring and for the first time in this match, both combatants are in the ring. Using the chain attached to his collar, Virus jams the metal into Riona's mouth, stretching it out to fit before driving a foot into her mouth and yanking on both ends of the chain. Riona's muffled screams barely can be heard as her jaw is almost ripped open, but that is nothing compared to the pain as Virus drops the chain, runs forward, and CURB STOMPS Riona's head right into the mat. Kicking Riona over onto her back, Virus makes the cover but only gets a two count for his efforts. Dragging Riona back to her feet, Engel looks to whip her face first into the steel chair he set up in the corner, but Riona is able to reverse the whip, pulling Engel in and whacking him in the face with a nasty headbutt! Both competititors stagger from the desperation move on Riona's part, and then Engel returns the favor with a nasty headbutt of his own that causes Riona to drop to both knees in front of the steel chair. Virus rushes forward, and completes the series with a front dropkick that sandwiches Riona's face into the steel!

Jon McDaniel: IT'S OVER, IT HAS TO BE.

Brian Rentfro: Have you ever watched a Riona match? You've been ringside for a couple too... This ain't close to over and you know it.

Letting Riona twitch on the mat, Virus instead goes into Riona's trash can of weapons and pulls out a couple of florescent light tubes. Setting them onto Riona's back, Virus pulls the dented chair out of the corner and tosses it to the other side of the ring before hopping onto the second rope and jumping off, stomping the glass right into Riona's back! The broken glass from these go right through the material of Riona's outfit and dig into her back, but the pain from this is the least of her worries as Virus kicks her over onto her back again, digging the glass in, and makes another cover that only gets a 2 count. Getting pissed off at Riona's gumption to keep kicking out, Virus kicks some of the broken glass into the middle of the ring before dragging Riona over and hitting her with a DDT right into the glass! Not content with that, Engel grabs another handful of hair and starts to rub Riona's face into the glass back and forth, opening it up even further and staining the mat in Riona's blood. Giving Riona another stomp to the back of of her head for good measure, Virus then grabs the back of Riona's head and yanks her to her knees to show that glass is sticking out of her forehead. Matt looks down at Langly and spits on her for a brief second before going into the trash can to pull out yet another light tube. Instead of breaking it over Riona, instead Virus inflicts some pain to himself, breaking it in his hands and covering them with white powder and small glass shards. Making his way back to Riona, Engel pulls her to her knees once again and smears his hand in her face, covering it with powder and more glass before giving her a massive BITCHSLAP!


Jon McDaniel: How old is that joke?

Brian Rentfro: Hey, there is nothing wrong with the classics. If I can only find a spot to fit a Chuck Norris fact.

Jon McDaniel: Sad... so sad.

Riona rolls around the mat, seeming to burst with energy again as she deals with the stinging pain in her face and back from the shots. Picking up the battered and beaten by her neck, Engel wraps his arm with the steel chain connecting them and then lets loose, hammering Riona right in the side of her head with a huge ROARING ELBOW! Riona crumples to the mat and Engel refuses the cover, instead wanting to inflict more punishment on Riona as he pulls her to her feet once more and looks to lock her in a Half-Nelson... LOW BLOW! Riona desperately swings her leg back and catches Virus by complete surprise. Engel drops to his knees and Riona staggers forward a bit, trying to get to the barbed wire Singapore cane, but Engel quickly yanks back on the chain connecting them, cutting Riona off and sending her sprawling backwards to the mat and into a small bit of broken glass. The blood flow continues on Riona as both competitors get back to their feet, Riona dripping blood and wobbling. Virus rears back, going for a big KO punch, but Riona ducks! URANAGE INTO THE DENTED CHAIR! Riona crawls, once again attempting to get to the barbed wire Singapore cane, but Virus grabs ahold of her foot. Riona is determined to change the tide of this match though, as she starts to boot at Engel's face with her free foot, loosening his grasp with enough time to crawl to the cane. Riona gets to her feet as Engel huddles over, looking like one of Riona's kicks hit too close to home. Getting into position to smack Engel over the back with the cane, Riona winds up... AND VIRUS TURNS AROUND AND GETS RIONA WITH BROKEN GLASS TO THE FACE!


Jon McDaniel: What are you talking about, Riona could have lost an eye there!

Brian Rentfro: Then she would have had to wear an eyepatch and been at least 20 times cooler.

Riona staggers backwards from the attack, slightly blinded as we see that Engel's hands are bleeding from where he crushed the remnants of a light tube to make the attack. Riona staggers right into Virus as he knees her in the gut and locks her in a Front Face Lock before lifting her up and dropping her in a vertical suplex right onto some of the steel chain! Riona lets loose a primal scream from the pain as she tries to get to her feet... Virus looks a little impressed at Riona's will before whacking her with one of her own knife-edge chops! That seems to have the opposite effect that Engel wanted as Riona screams in his face to hit her harder! Engel tries another chop, and Riona screams it off once again, the image looking quite scary to say the least of it. Finally, Engel seems to say "Fuck this..." and goes to hit Riona with a Roari-AND RIONA PASTES HIM WITH A SPINNING BACKFIST TO THE FACE! Virus staggers off of the ropes right into Riona's grasp as she wraps him with some of the chain around his underarm and through before kicking him to the mat. Holding the chain nice and tight so Engel can't move before she starts to drive her foot into Matt's face over and over again, the fans counting along with the sick display of violence as Riona slings blood all over the mat... "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10!" Riona keeps up the pressure as she traps Engel in a CHAIN ASSISTED PAINKILLER OVERDOSE!!

Brian Rentfro: Mommy.

Jon McDaniel: And the thing is, Riona can hold that move as long as she wants and there's not a damn thing that Lance Weston can do about it.

Knowing the hold was quite useless, Riona keeps it up for a few seconds before letting Engel go, she looks at all the weapons lying around the ring and then looks to get a sinister idea as she rolls out of the ring, flipping up the apron skirt once more. Engel lies coughing in the middle of the ring as the crowd pops huge for Riona pulling out a GLASS TABLE! Sliding it into the ring, she pulls out the legs and sets it up right next to the corner before she turns to Virus. She reaches down to grab him... SMALL PACKAGE! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Riona seems to slow down, her second wind beginning to fail after Engel's inside cradle as Matt gets to his feet first. Virus blocks one of Riona's chops and spins her around before launching the woman with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Riona folds nearly in half from the attack as Virus crawls to the trash-can of weapons and pulls out a small bag that the fans pop for... He turns to the crowd as Riona slowly begins to roll over and gives them the bird before tossing the bag out of the ring and onto the entrance ramp, which gets a big jeer from the crowd when thousands of thumbtacks come pouring out of the broken bag. Engel wags his finger at the crowd and then grabs the trash can again, this time just dumping out it's contents near the side of the ring. Turning to Riona, who has just gotten to her feet, Engel drives the can over her head before giving it a spin-kick, dropping Riona to the ground. Grabbing the steel chair dented earlier, Engel winds up and BEGINS TO HAMMER THE CAN WHILE IT'S OVER RIONA'S HEAD!

Jon McDaniel: See, that right there is just not right!

Brian Rentfro: Perfectly legal, perfectly good solution to the problem if you ask me.

After 6 shots from the chair, Engel tosses it away, the chair landing in the corner and almost out of the ring. Reaching down, Engel pulls the trash can off of Riona and goes for the cover... 1... 2... THR-NO! Virus slaps his bleeding palm in fustration as the ring is just littered in broken glass, weapons, and blood. The ring crew is gonna hate these two forever it seems, but that doesn't matter to Virus as he pulls a dazed and wobbling Riona to her feet. He looks to raise her up for the SONS OF PLUNDER, but then spots the glass table sitting near the corner. Smiling an evil looking smile, Engel drags Riona over to where the table is standing and goes to lift her for the SoP once more... RIONA SLIPS OUT! REALITY CHECK! Virus falls like a mighty Redwood tree and Riona quickly crawls over, hooking a leg... 1... 2... KICKOUT! The crowd can't believe this, but Riona ignores all of this as she slowly gets to ger feet and drags herself to the pile of weapons, pulling out with a big pop... A STAPLE GUN! Limping over to Engel, Riona yanks on Matt's neck before pulling out a dollar bill from her pocket and STAPLING IT TO MATT'S FOREHEAD! Virus bellows in agony, but Riona shuts him up real quick with a knife-edge chop to the throat! Engel holds his throat in pain as Riona pulls him up and weakly drags him over to the glass table...

Brian Rentfro: This is not going to end well...

Jon McDaniel: About time you were serious about this... These two could have permanent injuries from this match!

Brian Rentfro: I know, isn't it great!

Riona spins Virus around and nails him with a stiff forearm to the kidneys before trying to lift Virus into a BACKDROP DRIV... Riona can't do it, her back has gone through too much in this match. Engel gets a reprieve and he goes for the most of it, giving Riona a nasty kick to the gut before locking her in a Standing Reverse Head-Scissors. He lifts Riona onto his shoulders in order to powerbomb her through the table, but she bashes him with a fist full of chain and Virus is forced to let Riona go. Standing up, Riona turns to Viru-SUPERKICK! Riona gets hit so hard from Virus' boot that she rolls onto the table and nearly falls between it and the top rope. Taking a second to recollect himself from his own desperation move, he gets back to his feet and climbs onto the glass table. Before he can set Riona onto the top, Riona catches him with a surprise rake of the eyes and then sits him down on the top. Getting her angles right for the attack, Riona slowly staggers onto the top rope herself and goes for a SUPERPLEX THROUGH THE TA-Engel blocks! Chain shot to the face! Riona nearly falls, but Engel keeps her balanced and sets her up with another Standing Head Scissors...

Brian Rentfro: You're kidding...





Virus just cannot believe it as Riona lies twitching, but still in the match, in the remants of the glass table. Showing what could almost be considered respect towards Riona at this point, Virus crawls out of the wreckage, his knees taking a bad fall there, and towards the pile of weapons. Grabbing ahold of the barbed wire Singapore cane, Engel drags it over to the pile of weapons and pulls out a small bit of oil and a lighter! Dumping the oil on the cane, Virus holds it out and lights it aflame to a huge reaction from the crowd. Staggering back over to Riona, Virus looks to finish the girl off when out of nowhere, she yanks on his chain, nearly causing him to drop the cane as she uses the metal links to drag herself slowly to her feet. Engel looks conflicted for just a second before swinging the cane and smacking Riona right in the right arm! Riona screams as the wire digs into her flesh, the fires dancing across the skin. She doesn't attempt to remove the cane like every impluse in her body is telling her to, instead she brings her left arm up and holds it on her shoulder before reaching out and cracking Engel in the face with a straight right. As Virus staggers from the blow, Riona puts both hands on the handle of the cane and rips it out of her shoulder, agony on her face as she does and more blood flowing. Virus gets balance and goes to attack Riona when she lets loose with a massive horizontal slash from the flaming barbed wire Singapore cane that cracks Virus in the side of the head and makes the barbed wire sweep over his face!

Jon McDaniel: These two are going to have scars for the rest of their lives, I just know it.

Brian Rentfro: The way this is going, the rest of their lives may not be too much longer.

Riona rips the Singapore cane out of Engel's head and takes one last look at it contemplatively before tossing it aside, where a ring tech immediately douses the flames with a fire extinguisher. Virus makes it to his feet, half his face covered in blood and the two slowly stagger to the middle of the ring and they nearly collapse on each other... But Engel is the first to strike with a stiff kick to the gut that nearly takes all the wind out of Riona. She screams, staggering from the blow but recovering amazingly quick to deliver a shockingly stiff kick of her own. Matt takes the blow like a man possessed, and to the bewilderment and elation of the crowd, the two begin to launch kick after kick into one another, each one seeming stiffer than the previous!

Brian Rentfro: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Brian Rentfro, and I may pass out from too much awesome.

Jon McDaniel: This is nuts! Brian, wake up!

Brian Rentfro: ...

Riona catches a kick and spins Engel around... ROARING ELBOW FROM VIRUS! Riona staggers into the ropes... ROARING ELBOW FROM RIONA! Virus does a rebound in the ropes from the elbow and goes for a JAWBREAKER LARIA-RIONA DUCKS! FULL NELSON! DETONATOR!!!!! Engel falls onto his stomach and Riona quickly shoves him over, making the cover... 1... 2... THREEE!!!!!

* * * DING DING DING * * *

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match... RIONA LANGLY!!!

Brian Rentfro: If Heaven exists, that match will be there... wow...

Jon McDaniel: I really don't know what to say about this... that was crazy.

Riona has to be helped off of Engel as she raises her hands in victory... blood mixes with tears as she looks down on her former friend and hated rival. She has her hand raised by Lance Weston, who then undoes the chain around Riona's neck... Riona soaks in the adoration of the crowd for her hard earned victory when from out of the entrance ramp comes the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Raizzor. Standing there impassively, looking at the carnage in the ring, he gives a small nod of appreciation for Riona's hard work before unstrapping the PWA World Title from around his waist and holding it high into the air. Riona attempts to point at the title, but she falls to one knee from the exertion. Lance helps her back to her feet but she shoves him away, preferring to walk away from this match under her own power as she slides out of the apron and towards Raizzor on the entrance ramp. Raizzor stands there, looking down as the blood-soaked woman slowly makes her way up the entrance ramp. Not backing down, he waits for Riona to be within ten feet of her, before tossing his title over his shoulder, and slapping it to signify it belongs to him.

Jon McDaniel: And the World Champion has gotten the final word in tonight... but after a match like that, even with the time between now and Genesis X, will Riona be READY for Raizzor?

Brian Rentfro: Of course she will, don't you know, she's a cyborg. She'll be fine by next week or something like that.

Riona stumbles as Raizzor walks away, his message sent... Judging by the look on her face, Riona received it loud and clear, and then threw it in the garbage. The Genesis X challenger makes it to the top of the ramp, and looks back in the ring, where Matthew Engel is just now getting to his feet with unwanted medical assistance. She shakes her head softly and walks off... And as she does that, we cut backstage, where The Phoenix is standing, looking at a close-up of Matthew Engel on the TV in front of him with a look of disappointment on his face.

Chamelion announces Genesis

Once again, ‘Come with Me’ announces Chamelion’s arrival to the ring, with a mic yet again in hand, the Devious One stands there, waiting for the crowd to settle.

Chamelion: Damn, what a night. Seems my business dealings are coming to fruition…. Tonight we’ve seen some challenges made.. and quickly I signed some contracts so ladies and gentlemen, take a look at the ADC tron… and the line up for Genesis!!!

The ADC Tron flashes to life, as Chamelion’s voice over follows along with the visuals that pop up on screen.

Chamelion: As you just witnessed moments ago, the PWA World Heavyweight Championship will be on the line, as the Soul-Taker; Raizzor will defend against the number one contender, Riona Langly!

Chamelion: We have Bubba J defending his Global Championship against Ryan Ross…. Which will be a tremendous contest. Sadly, it doesn’t fit into the theme of Genesis, but hey, can’t have everything right? Where would you store it all?

Chamelion: And a third world title match will be contested at Genesis, in a triple threat for the BWF World Championship as David Blazenwing, Casey Campbell and Gabe Shelley challenge each other for the right to be the officially crowned final BWF champion, with yours truly as the special guest referee!

Chamelion: Now, as we have seen from tonights altercations; some serious challenges have been laid down, and the following matches are now official. Marxx will be defending his PWA Intercontinental title against the returning superstar from the days of HiC: Ledge!!

Chamelion: And for the Grizzly Beer Championship, Johnny Maverick will be going against one of the cornerstone veterans of the original PWA: Project X!!

Chamelion: As for the PWA Tag-Team Champions… Viktor Stone and Shadow Starr will be teaming to defend their titles, against a man who was around even before the PWA began… my own good friend and gym manager; Gareth Evans… and myself, of course!

Chamelion: As awesome as I think these title matches are, there is still the task of looking past Genesis towards Who’s the Man! As most are aware, my goal is to transition from the old guard to the new guard with Genesis, to showcase our young talent that has proven themselves over the last year… and has been customary at Genesis for the past two years, we will be featuring not one, but two Money in the Bank contests! One for Chaos, and one for Rampage, and the winners will go to Who’s the Man to challenge for their respective brands Championship, whether it’s the World or Global title!

Chamelion: For the Rampage Money in the Bank match, the competitors are; Mark Zout, Matt Stone, Laura Estella, The Andalusian, The Bomber and Cody Bogard! For the Chaos version it will be Harvey The Hardcore Hippo, Simon Yip, Ronald Gay, Joshua Danielson, Tyson and the returning Kyle Stevenson! I wish each and everyone the best of luck!

Chamelion: Now, these next few matches are spectacular and I am very pleased to be able to offer them to you for Genesis. First, in a grudge match to end grudge matches, Jacob Figgins will have a chance to settle a long time score with his former friend and tag-team partner, the returning Hunter Sullivan!

Chamelion: And one of the biggest matches to headline Genesis in any year, will be The Phoenix going one on one with the former PWA World Champion; Matthew Engel!

Chamelion: And I am surprised to say, but yes, Thunderwolf is going to grace the PWA ring one more time, and settle something that is years in the making with the one, and only Corey Lazarus!!!

Chamelion: But the match I personally am looking most forward too, a match I thought would never get booked, or could be booked.. and will not be sanctioned, or even recorded in the record books, is an exhibition contest between two of the most loved and well respected gentlemen to ever step inside a squared circle… as it will be “The Southern Hero” Jethro Hayes competing against “The Chosen One” Sirus Moran!

Chamelion: I gotta say, this is an amazing card, and I expect each and every competitor to put their very best into Genesis and make it the PPV of the decade! GOT IT!?

Chamelion bows as the crowd roars its mass approval before he exits the ring, dropping the mic back into Eric Emerson’s hand, who turns to announce tonight’s main event.

Raizzor vs The Phoenix

Clash of the Five-Time World Champions

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the Clash of the Five time champions!

The fans explode, having waited all night for this match.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first…weighing in at 230lbs and hailing from Orlando, FL by way of St. Louis, MO… The Phoenix!!!

The Final Countdown by Europe begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

The lights dim, almost to a complete black. Soft strobe lights begin to sway throughout the arena, floating over the buzzing audience who are all on their feet in anticipation. As thunder rumbles throughout the speakers, the music to “New Divide” by Lincoln Park begins as the lights slowly course their way to the main stage, converging on a single spot in the center of the massive stage area. As the lights were swaying, smoke began to rise, filling the stage so that when the lights focus on the spot, it is impossible to see anything in that area. Then…


A Single gong echoes, and as the lyrics begin, Raizzor breaks through the smoke to the cheers of the crowd.
Eric Emerson: From Las Vegas, weighing in at 285lbs, he is the PWA World Heavyweight Champion; The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!
Slowly he makes his way to the ring, with ‘New Divide’ playing and as he reaches the ring, he stares up inside it to Phoenix, nodding once before turning and climbing the steel steps. Sliding between the top and middle rope, Raizzor turns and un straps the PWA title from around his waist and hands it to the referee, who gives it to a technician outside the ring. Cocking his head, Raizzor nods to Phoenix who in turn nods back and the ref calls for the bell.


Raizzor and Phoenix meet in the middle of the ring. They lock up and Phoenix takes control and lands the first punch, staggering Raizzor back a bit. Phoenix continues the assault and connects with some vicious right hooks and body shots. He backs Raizzor into the corner and then smashes his elbow into Raizzor's face. Phoenix grabs a hold of the top rope and uses it as leverage to deliver stiff kicks to Raizzor's stomach. Raizzor eventually falls down to the mat. Phoenix goes into the opposite corner and yells out to the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix is getting right into Raizzor, taking him down and not letting up!

Brian Rentfro: He knows how powerful Raizzor is in that ring, he won’t let up.

Phoenix regains himself as Raizzor slides back into the ring and they lock horns. Phoenix hits a knee to Raizzor's midsection and lifts Raizzor high up into the air in Suplex fashion, but brings him down with a brain buster. The ring shakes violently. Phoenix goes off the ropes and comes back connecting with a leg drop. He crashes on top of Raizzor. He stomps Raizzor a few times and picks him up, sending him into the ropes. Raizzor comes back and gets slammed across the ring with a belly-to-belly Suplex. Raizzor is grabbing his back, but manages to get to his feet. Phoenix runs at Raizzor for an attempted lariat, but Raizzor dodges and connects with a big boot to the chin! Phoenix is on the mat grabbing his jaw as Raizzor hops onto the top turnbuckle. Raizzor comes off with leg drop to the back of Phoenix’s head.

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

Jon McDaniel: And neither look like they're quitting any time soon.

Raizzor gets to his feet and connects a running knee into the face of Phoenix. Raizzor gets Phoenix to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Raizzor tries for a corner body splash, but Phoenix dodges just in time and Raizzor crashes on the turnbuckles. Phoenix shoulder blocks Raizzor into the turnbuckle and lets out a fury of fists. Phoenix connects all over the place; face, ribs, arms. He puts Raizzor in a great deal of pain, and then sets Raizzor against the turnbuckle. Phoenix rushes back then forward and hits a drop kick, snapping Raizzor’s head back and he falls outside the ring to recoup.

Brian Rentfro: The impact of that would have torn the head off a normal man.

Jon McDaniel: Neither man will let up, or do any less then their best to win this battle. It’s not about titles, but pure reputation.

Phoenix slides out of the ring as Raizzor gets back to his feet. The referee starts the count.


They exchange lefts and rights on the outside, but Phoenix gets the upper hand as he slams his knee into the midsection of Raizzor.


He grabs Raizzor by the head and slams him face first into the steel steps. He grabs Raizzor again and slams him face first into the ring post.


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

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

Raizzor moves to the opposite corner and dashes toward Phoenix connecting with a violent spear. Phoenix is almost broken in half.

Brian Rentfro: Did you see Phoenix nearly folding in half there!?

Jon McDaniel: Not an angle one should be in, ever!



Shoulder up.

Jon McDaniel: Close call there. But Phoenix is known to be a tough son of a bitch so I think it's going to take a lot more than that. But that was a great move!

Raizzor gets Phoenix up to his feet and hits a hellacious power bomb on Phoenix! He damn near broke him in half! Phoenix is grabbing his back in pain as he's forced to his feet again. Raizzor lands some right hooks and left jabs on Phoenix and tries to finish him off with a devastating clothesline, but Phoenix ducks and gets behind Raizzor, executing a huge tiger Suplex. Raizzor cringes in pain as Phoenix goes back on the offensive, stomping Raizzor into oblivion. Phoenix backs up a few steps, and then comes in with a nasty soccer kick that hits Raizzor in the ribs.

Jon McDaniel: I am surprised at how much Phoenix is dominating this contest.

Brian Rentfro: He can’t let up, simple as that. You do not give someone like Raizzor a chance to breath! Phoenix is a veteran and knows this.

Phoenix gets Raizzor up to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle. Raizzor bounces off the turnbuckle and staggers into the ring, but gets brought down by a vicious spinning heel kick from Phoenix. He hooks Raizzor's leg for the cover.




No! Shoulder up just in the nick of time.

Brian Rentfro: That couldn’t be any closer.

Jon McDaniel: And Phoenix is not too sure he likes the result of that count!

Phoenix is frustrated, but shakes it off as he gets Raizzor to his feet. He clubs him with forearm shots, and Raizzor is back to one knee. Raizzor takes the pain for a moment, but lunges up and hits the top of his head underneath Phoenix's jaw. Phoenix back peddles, clenching his mouth.

Jon McDaniel: Vicious uppercut by Raizzor with his own head. Phoenix is wobbly.

Brian Rentfro: He could have broken his jaw like that, so we know Raizzor isn’t cutting any corners against his foe here.

Phoenix staggers back a bit. Raizzor hits a knife-edge chop on Phoenix, then connects with a right hook. This turns Phoenix around and into the ropes. Raizzor wraps his arms around Phoenix, pulling him away from the ropes, and hits a German Suplex a huge release and Phoenix plunges into the mat. Raizzor gets to his feet, and hits a jumping elbow drop across Phoenix's sternum. He does it again, stays on top of Phoenix for the pin.



No! Phoenix's foot is on the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor forgot about those ropes there!

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix's lucky that he didn't forget about them!

Raizzor gets Phoenix to his feet and connects with an implant DDT. Phoenix is laid out. Raizzor stumbles to the corner, then gets on the top turnbuckle. Raizzor drags his thumb across his throat and goes for the Guillotine Leg Drop. Phoenix rolls out of the way at the last second and Raizzor hits canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Missed opportunity could cost Raizzor big time! Just like Favre and that stupid pass that got intercepted by the Saints earlier tonight!

Brian Rentfro: You’re sore about that, aren’t you?

Both men are down and exhausted. The ref starts the count.


Phoenix starts to move a little. Crawling to the ropes for aid. Raizzor does the same.


Raizzor gets one hand on the bottom rope, and then the other. Phoenix is up to a knee already, but is dizzy.


Raizzor gets to a knee, and Phoenix is almost to his feet, but stumbles and falls back to the mat.


Raizzor finally gets to his feet, and Phoenix is back to a knee. Raizzor is leaning against the ropes, exhausted. Phoenix manages to get to his feet as the ref stops the count at six.

Jon McDaniel: These two guys have been through a lot here and I have a feeling it's not quite over! The fans are going crazy!

Brian Rentfro: I think they're both trying to conserve energy right now for the end.

Raizzor and Phoenix look at each other, the crowd going wild. Raizzor taunts Phoenix to come at him. Raizzor and Phoenix start going at each other again, exchanging lefts and rights. Phoenix gets the upper hand with a low roundhouse and then takes Raizzor down with a dropkick. Phoenix struggles to get back up as Raizzor tries to get to his feet, but Phoenix won't let him. Phoenix smashes his elbow into Raizzor's back and then lands a few kicks there for good measure. Raizzor is sent down again. Phoenix slams his knees into Raizzor's sides, trying to punish his ribs more than he has been. Phoenix goes off the ropes and tries for a knee drop on Raizzor's ribs, but Raizzor rolls out of the way. Phoenix bounces back up to his feet and goes after Raizzor, but Raizzor reverses with a twisting spine buster on Phoenix.

Jon McDaniel: Bam! The ring shook with authority on that one! When will these guys quit? When one of them is in a body bag?

Brian Rentfro: It sure seems like it!

Raizzor gets to his feet and mounts Phoenix again. He nails Phoenix with rights and lefts. Raizzor brings Phoenix's head up close to him and then slams it down with a head butt. Phoenix is bleeding from the forehead now, but so is Raizzor. Raizzor rolls off Phoenix, getting to his feet, and goes off the ropes. He connects with a leg drop. Raizzor gets Phoenix up to his feet, but Phoenix pulls out as he decks Raizzor in the face, and then knees him in the ribs. Phoenix goes behind Raizzor, and then locks him into a reverse Suplex and rolls for the cover.



No! Raizzor got his shoulder up just in time.

Jon McDaniel: You can't get any closer than that! Phoenix's arguing with the referee...

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor is to his knees now, Phoenix still chewing out the ref.

Raizzor gets up to his feet and turns around. He notices Phoenix still chewing out the ref. Raizzor sneaks up on Phoenix and rolls him up for a pin.



Phoenix kicks out at the last second.

Jon McDaniel: Surprise!

Brian Rentfro: Cheap tactics!

Raizzor gets to his feet, as does Phoenix, and Phoenix comes at him with a spinning heel kick. Raizzor sidesteps and Phoenix rolls off his side and onto one knee. Raizzor rushes in and tries for a knee to Phoenix's face, but Phoenix blocks it and nails a punch into Raizzor's chest. Raizzor steps back and ducks a right hook by Phoenix, and levels Phoenix with a hook of his own. They both go at it again, exchanging lefts and rights. Raizzor gets the upper hand and sends Phoenix into the ropes. Phoenix comes back and tries a high body press, but Raizzor holds his ground and catches Phoenix. He turns Phoenix over and hits the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!



3/Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: How can that not be it!?

Brian Rentfro: So few ever can kick out of that, let alone in the condition that the Phoenix is in!

Raizzor lifts Phoenix over his shoulder, and goes for a second TBS.

Jon McDaniel: Nailed him again!



3 No! Phoenix pulled his shoulder free..

Raizzor is frustrated but doesn't bother to argue with the ref. He's focused on Phoenix and gets Phoenix to his feet. He whips Phoenix into the ropes and Phoenix comes back, only to get kicked in the mid-section. Raizzor follows it up lifting Phoenix in power bomb fashion, but Phoenix knocks Raizzor with an elbow to the head. Phoenix reverses with a hurricanrana!

Jon McDaniel: And just like that the momentum has changed hands for the one hundredth time!

Brian Rentfro: These men are showing just why they're the best in the business...

Phoenix gets to his feet and drags Raizzor up to his. He whips Raizzor into the ropes and Raizzor comes back with a flying clothesline, sending Phoenix barreling into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: One of Raizzor’s favorite moves.

Brian Rentfro: Signs that the end is near, I think!

Raizzor scoops Phoenix up, yet Phoenix is able to drive his elbow up under Raizzor’s chin and as the big man stumbles back, Phoenix grabs him and connects with The Flame.

Jon McDaniel: Out of nowhere, Phoenix has this!!

Phoenix hooks the leg, securing it and grimacing as the ref counts.



3/Shoulder up.

Brian Rentfro: Holy…. How!?

Phoenix pushes Raizzor off and elbows him three times, and then he scurries to the top, intent on finishing the World Champion off. Phoenix points to the crowd, and then flies, soaring down with Up from the Ashes!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor moved!

Phoenix hits canvas, hard. The impact shaking him and Raizzor stumbles to his feet. Raizzor drags Phoenix up, and goes for the TBS again, but Phoenix somehow keeps his purchase on the canvas and instead whips Raizzor to the corner. Raizzor hits hard and Phoenix flies in. He mounts Raizzor and starts laying punch after punch against the open wound on Raizzor’s forehead. At nine, Raizzor grabs Phoenix by the tights and lifts him up, and over his head so that Phoenix actually straddles the corner post! Facing outwards, Phoenix sways, nauseated as Raizzor turns around.

Brian Rentfro: What is he going to do!?

Phoenix turns, carefully, trying to get purchase up on the top turnbuckle. However, Raizzor drives an elbow in, then locks Phoenix up and the fans are on their feet as Raizzor pulls Phoenix off and into the ring, only to hit the Driven to Hell (Muscle Buster). Raizzor exhaustedly covers Phoenix, hooking both legs to be sure.





Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, the PWA World Heavyweight Champion; RAIZZOR!

Jon McDaniel: What a match. These two men put it all on the line, willing to go to the very distance to prove themselves to each other.

Brian Rentfro: I have to agree. For two of the greatest legends in PWA History, these two really, really wanted to put on a classic.

Both men are back to their feet, breathing hard and look towards each other. The fans are on their feet, screaming for the two gladiators. Raizzor nods to Phoenix, who nods back and to the delight of the crowd they shake hands.

Jon McDaniel: Now that’s sportsmanship.

Brian Rentfro: I suppose its okay, considering the situation.

Raizzor and Phoenix stand side by side in the ring, as the fans cheer loudly, and acknowledge the banner hanging up above them labeled Genesis X.

Jon McDaniel: Just one month left, till the greatest PPV of them all.

Brian Rentfro: It’s going to be amazing, spectacular, and I am so proud to be a part of it.

Jon McDaniel: That’s it for tonight, for Brian Rentfro, this is Jon McDaniel saying good night, and see you in one week!

The scene fades out on Raizzor and Phoenix playing to the fans, enjoying the fan fare as the screen fades to black.

© PWA 2010