World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Jade Assassins vs Cowgirls From Hell

Dark Match - Winner is added to PWA Tag Title Match

In the re-debut of the Cowgirls from Hell, Meghan and Tamika really took the fight to the Jade Assassins, nearly dominating the entire match and making their mark as the third team for the PWA Tag Title Match at RPM 2.

The Arrival

The sirens blare, shattering the calm and quiet evening ahead of PWA Sunday Night Rampage as two police cruisers pull in to the front of the entrance, followed by a black BMW X5. The X5 is then followed by two other police cruisers and Simon Kalis and Masakazu step out of the Beamer now, Kalis unusually attired these evening in baggy Avirex jeans and a black Makaveli Branded hoodie which is embroidered with red bandanas. Kalis removes the hood over his face and reveals another red bandana wrapped around his head, as he looks to Masakazu who is dressed in a robe akin to martial arts attire.

Masakazu: So what's the plan tonight? Retro?

Kalis smirks as both men step forward, two police officers at either side.

Simon Kalis: It's a reminder. I haven't forgotten my roots.

Masakazu: I think you have though, father.

Kalis turns to Masakazu surprised.

Masakazu: You've forgotten the roots of The Order of Chaos. What The Order was founded on, the true principle it was founded upon.

Kalis shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: I haven't. That was a different time, Mas. Our Order is honorable and we are protectors.

Masakazu: The Order was most dishonorable, and the only thing it protected was the hoards of gold titles won by its members.

Kalis turns around now to look Masakazu in the eyes.

Simon Kalis: Where is all of this coming from?

Masakazu: You're teaming with Jethro Hayes? After what he's done to us? What he's done to me?!

Simon Kalis: You of anyone knows that war means casualties. You and I were such in his against Engel. I can accept that, can't you?

Masakazu: That's easy for you to say, mister number one contender. Where am I? Injured and useless, aren't I? I can't even beat Bogard right now if I tried...

Simon Kalis: You know-

Masakazu cuts him off.

Masakazu: I am intelligent enough to know that you know nothing, father. You're as selfish as they say you are.

Simon Kalis: Is that right?

Masakazu: It is. Perhaps you'll remember what The Order was born to do wherever it manifested. I'll do what I always do.

Simon Kalis: What's that?

Masakazu: Follow and obey.

Kalis shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: I didn't teach you to be an obedient pet. I taught you strength, skill, cunning and independence. If you want to make moves when you're in better health do it, Masakazu. I am not trying to hold you back.

Masakazu nods as both men enter the arena now and we fade to ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe he's been watching too many Engel promos.

Brian Rentfro: Or maybe he sees how much of a jackass his father is.

Jacob Collins vs Dos Cara


Collins and Cara would start the match off with punches galore, but Cara would win that battle and take Collins to the ropes. Collins would bounce back with a diving forearm smash, taking down the menacing Cara. Cara would rise to his feet and Collins would give him a boot to the gut and then take him down with a DDT. Collins would go for a pin attempt, but Cara would kick out after 1. Cara would go on a frenzy however and nail Collins with repeated knife-edge chops to the chest. Cara would send Collins into the ropes again and Collins would try for a running lariat, but Cara would duck this time and give Collins a dropkick to the back of the head. Collins would fall through the ropes and to the apron. Cara would springboard off the top turnbuckle and nail Collins again with a dropkick, sending him to the outside. However, the match would be cut short as Mark Zout would hop the barricade past the fans and brutally attack Jacob Collins. Scott Swindell, a prominent PWA referee, would call for Dos Cara's disqualification.

Winner: Jacob Collins by Disqualification in 6:12

Cara would slide out of the ring and go after Zout, and the two would exchange lefts and rights! Zout would get the upper hand though and nail Cara with the Pike Place on the outside floor! It would seem Dos Cara would be out, and Zout mouths some foul words to Cara before heading back through the crowd and backstage.

A Gift for Marxx

There is a knock on the door of Marxx's locker room, and as he cautiously opens it he looks down to the floor to find a package. He picks it up carefully and opens it to find a Desert Eagle Mark VII with an envelope over it. He puts down the package and opens the envelope, and the camera pans in on the letter.

Cher Ami,
Un cadeau pour vous mon ami. Soyez prêts, être forts.

Sincèrement, votre ami, Simon Kalis

He puts the letter down and smirks as he looks to the gun and we fade...

Matt Stone vs THLove

Battle for the Rematch


Stone and THLove would lock horns to start the match, with Stone getting the upperhand. Stone would put THLove in an arm bar, but THLove would flip out of it and hip toss Stone to the mat. Stone would bounce back up only to get clotheslined back down to the mat. Stone wouldn't stand for it, getting back up and ducking underneath another clothesline attempt from THLove. Stone would react with a brutal superkick, laying out THLove across the canvas. Stone would go for the cover, but THLove would kick out after 2. Stone would bring THLove up to his feet and nail him in the gut with knee strikes and then give THLove a belly-to-belly release suplex. Stone would go into the ropes and try for a senton bomb but THLove would move out of the way. Stone would get back up to his feet, but not before THLove would put Stone in a full-nelson and slam him across his knee with a backbreaker. Stone would use the ropes to get back up, but THLove would be waiting on him and would nail him with A Word From Our Sponsors.

THLove would cover Stone for a pinfall attempt.





Winner: Treacherous Hippo Love in 8:10, thus negating Matt Stone's rematch for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship at RPM 2

A Gift for Starr

Starr hears a knock on his locker room door now and opens it without worry, surprised to find a package left at his door step. He picks it up and opens it, chucking aside the wrapping and bow and opens it up. He finds inside an envelope addressed to him and a Desert Eagle Mark VII beneath it. He opens the letter and the camera zooms in to see what it says.

Dear friend,

I figured you'd like one of your own. For winners such as ourselves, these types of things are the physical manifestation of our strength and power. No gun carries only one bullet(excluding bolt action rifles but thats besides the case), so let this show our strength in numbers. I'll see you soon.

Sincerely, your friend, Simon Kalis.

He picks the gun up as he puts the letter down and examines it carefully, smiling and nodding as we fade out...

Thy Name is Protean

We find ourselves backstage and face to face with none other than Self-Inflicted Drama’s own Jacob Seldon. He is clearly not dressed to compete tonight; decked out in a plaid shirt and skinny jeans. Lighting a cigarette, he stares into the camera lens for a moment or two before addressing us…


He trails off mid-sentence and stares down at his feet for a moment or two. Taking a contemplative drag on his cigarette, he suddenly chucks it down at his feet and stomps out it under the sole of his boot. Snapping his attention back up to the camera, he leads off in a different direction.

JACOB SELDON: Fuck it. You know what? Let me be honest for once. Two weeks ago, after I lost to Ronald Gay, I walked into Joe Boxer’s office ready to hand in my notice. I didn’t feel like I had anything left to contribute to this sport. After week in and week out of hearing that I’m “washed up”, “past my prime”, “out of shape”… from my opponents; from the fans; from everybody? I’d actually started to believe it.

Sighing heavily, he runs a hand back through his hair.

JACOB SELDON: Only problem was, Joe wouldn’t accept my resignation. He told me if I quit now, I’d regret it for the rest of my life. And you know what else? He was right. ‘Cause the following week, my match against Riona? Best match I’ve had in years.

He nods affirmatively.

JACOB SELDON: She took me to the limit. I’m talking, Jacob Seldon versus Thunderwolf, Night of Armageddon 5, to the limit. And as she came crashing down on top of me with that elbow drop - just as the bell rang - I thought... To hell with quitting. I may not be a young man anymore, but I can still hang with the best the new generation has to offer.

He grins.

JACOB SELDON: Which brings me to my match at Revolutions Per Minute. Enika Engel certainly isn’t the best of the new generation, but she’s definitely a hot prospect. And win or lose, I’m going to prove, once again, that I’m still a force to be reckoned with in this business.

The grin gets a little broader as he brings his diatribe to a close.

JACOB SELDON: See you in Texas, space cowboys.

Mark Zout vs The Irish Phoenix

Singles Match


Zout and Phoenix started off the match with a test of strength, but Zout didn't buy into it and instead charged Phoenix with a fury of lefts and rights. Phoenix did his best to block them, but Zout managed a shot to the ribs and a haymaker across Phoenix's jaw. Zout sent Phoenix into the ropes and Phoenix countered with a powerful lariat. Phoenix went to the top turnbuckle early and connected with The Ashes, but it wasn't enough quite yet to put Zout away as Phoenix only got a two count. Phoenix got Zout up to his feet and pummeled Zout with forearm smashes and finished it off with a european uppercut, backing Zout into the turnbuckles. Phoenix would go to the opposite corner and then run at Zout, attemping a corner splash, but Zout would move out of the way just in time. Zout would use this opportunity to nail Phoenix with a stalling brainbuster, a move Mark Zout calls the Space Needle. Zout would get a near pinfall, but it would not be enough to put away the Irish Phoenix. Zout would nail Phoenix with lefts and rights and then bring him up to his feet. Zout would take Phoenix back down to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. Zout would use this opportunity to go to the top rope, calling for the Pacific Plunge. A leap off the turnbuckle and Zout would connect with the canvas only! Phoenix would roll up to his feet and nail a rising Zout with the Flame!





Winner: The Irish Phoenix in 7:12

A Gift for Hayes

Hayes gets a knock on his locker room door and gingerly opens it, but as he does he sees no one around. Only a small package at his feet. He picks it up and shakes it, hearing a lot of clanging before setting it down and opening it. He finds inside an envelope, which is on top of a pile of bullets. Curious he opens the envelope and pulls out the letter, the camera zooms in to see what it says.

Dear friend,

Well I kind of figured since you're from the South, you already have your own guns so I needn't supply you with one. But I thought you may need some extra bullets, we're in for a big one.

And don't worry, all is forgiven. I hold no grudges against a fellow tactician.

Sincerely, your friend, Simon Kalis

Hayes laughs as he puts the letter down and pours all the bullets out on the floor, grinning as he chucks the box and we fade out....

Jamie Flynn vs Ronald Gay

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: Our next match is a singles match scheduled for one pinfall or submission. Introducing first, from Waco, Texas...

"Onward, Christian Soldiers" plays as Gay walks down the ramp followed by BJ Haze and Emperor Ian in his wheelchair. BJ hands out pamphlets to fans in the front rows, while Ronald waves to the crowd.

Eric Emerson: He stands 6'3" and weighs 242 pounds... he is.. RONALD...GAY!!!!

He enters the ring and kneels down to pray.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington...

The house lights dim completely, and the subtle sound of hoof beats overtake the arena. Its an unfamiliar sound, as the music of Muse - "Knights of Cydonia" - kick up. As the intro of the song picks up its pace and the opening guitar riff comes on, a red ouroboros lights up the monitor.

# Come ride with me #
# Through the veins of history #
# I'll show you how god #
# Falls asleep on the job #

# And how can we win #
# When fools can be kings #
# Don't waste your time #
# Or time will waste you #

Eric Emerson: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and former Intercontinental, Television, and Tag Champion. He weighs in at two hundred and five pounds.. He is.. JAMIE FLYNN!

Pyros explode at the ramp and the lights come back on. Wearing a sweater and his trademark Aviator sun glasses, Flynn emerges at the ramp with the tag belt around his shoulder. He strides down to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Do you think it's a ploy that Ronald Gay played the fact he doesn't really know who Flynn is?

Brian Rentfro: I hope so Brian, so we can at least have a match that lasts more than five minutes.

Hopping up the side of the ring, he pulls himself through the ropes. He removes his outerwear and glasses, and hands them an official at ringside. He quietly moves to his corner.


Jamie and Ronald stare across the ring at each other. They both go for a lock up in the middle of the ring, Jamie ducks under the collar and elbow attempt from Ronald; he is behind Ronald. Spinning, Ronald catches Jamies ensiguri kick attempt and spins Jamie around into a inverted atomic drop. Jamie comes crashing down stumbling forward towards the ropes, he turns back to stare at the charging Ronald. Back body drop and Ronald is flipped over the top rope to the outside.

Jon McDaniel: Quick moves from Jamie is a normal night, but Ronald showing that he has been training.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, caught me off-guard as well.

Ronald is getting back to his feet, but Jamie is leaping over the top rope with a plancha to the outside. Ronald catches Flynn in mid air spinning him around to slam him with a modified scoop bodyslam.

Ref: One!

Ronald whips Jamie towards the metal guardrail, but it is reversed at the last second and Ronald is sent crashing into the unforgiving metal at ringside.

Ref: TWO!

Ronald bounces back from the impact of back and metal guardrail into a droptoe hold and Ronald's face is planted to the concrete floor.


Using the guardrail as a springboard jump, Jamie flips into the air crashing down on empty concrete. Ronald rolls out of the way just in time which causes Jamie to kiss the concrete this time.

Ref: FOUR!

Both men are down, but Ronald is managing to move slightly faster to his vertical base as Jamie clutches at his chest which made harder contact with the unforgiving concrete.

Ref: FIVE!

Jon McDaniel: These two men had better get this back in the ring and quick.

Brian Rentfro: Let 'em fight!

Collar and elbow tie up outside, boot to the gut from Jamie has Ronald doubled over at the waist. Jamie springboards from the ring apron with a DDT and Ronald's skull once again meets the hard floor.

Ref: SIX!

Jamie grabs the back of Ronald's head and begins to pound it furiously into the concrete, he is trying to bust Ronald wide open and early in the match.


Jamie now stands with his legs spread over the back of Ronald's head, he is lifting him up for a piledriver right onto the exposed floor. Jamie picks Ronald up, but Ronald reveres with a back body drop and he lands back first on the floor, his left foot catching the corner of the ring steps.


Ronald picks up Jamie, grinning a not so pleasant grin, and proceeds to Irish whip him into the ringsteps, but Jamie kicks the right leg of Ronald andRonald falls to the wounded knee he clutches at it.

Ref: NINE!

Jamie rolls into the ring, effectively breaking the count at nine and keeping the match alive. He hits the ropes, aiming for some sort of aerial move. He baseball slides right into Ronald's wounded bent knee and Ronald grunts from the pain. Smiling with a cocky smile, Jamie chops away at the uncovered chest of Ronald, the chops are so hard that they immediately turn his chest red.

Ref: ONE!

Jamie rolls Ronald back into the ring before the count reaches two. Ronald is stunned from the kick to the knee and then baseball slide to the same knee and is still clutching at the offending body part. Placing the leg on the ropes, Jamie jumps up and down onto the toe of Ronald's upturned boot, low blowing himself. As he grabs at his now injured manhood, Ronald begins to slide out from under his opponent and gets to his feet. Jamie turns around big clothesline from Ronald! Jamie is backed up into the corner, chop from Ronald, another chop, a repeated third chop and Jamie's chest is turning blood red.

Jon McDaniel: Vicious chops from Ronald.

Brian Rentfro: Yes indeed Jon.

Lifting him up, Jamie is now resting on the top turnbuckle; Ronald climbs up after him. Top Rope Superplex! Both Jamie and Ronald are down, Jamie slid all the way across the ring on his back. Ronald rolls over and to his knees before getting back to his feet; he is covered in sweat. Ronald walks over to Jamie who has begun to slowly rise up and the two meet with right hands. Jamie is getting the worse of the right hands from the much bigger and more powerful man and is quickly backed into another corner. Jamie doesn't let this bother him as he walks backwards up the corner turnbuckles diving with a moonsault over Ronald's head and turns around to face Ronald's back. Ronald spins quickly, but is not able to avoid the foot placed into his stomach. Jamie climbs through the ropes to the outside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he dives with a leg drop across the back of Ronald's neck taking him down to the mat. He rolls Ronald over; he hooks a leg.

Ref: ONE! TWO!-- Ronald kicks out with some authority, but it is noticeable that his energy is draining fast.

Brian Rentfro: Big men are powerful, but their size inhibits their endurance.

Jon McDaniel: Jamie is tiring too, but possibly not as fast as Ronald.

Jamie climbs back through the ropes, holding onto the top most rope with both hands. Ronald gets back to his feet facing away from Jamie, who leaps to the top rope. Springboard bulldog and Ronald is down on his face yet again. Jamie somehow hooks in a crossface chicken wing move, but is unable to secure the hold properly due to Ronald's awareness. Ronald easily breaks the hold by getting to his knees and shaking Jamie like a rag doll in a dog's teeth. Jamie is flung to the ropes and using the momentum springboards with a flying forearm and elbow to the side of Ronald's head. Ronald ducks from the blow catching Jamie in a fireman's carry slam to the mat. Both men are down and the ref begins another long count.

Ref: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!... FOUR!... FIVE!... SIX!...

Jamie is moving now a little faster than Ronald; Jamie being to one knee as Ronald is just rolling over.

Ref: SEVEN!... EIGHT!...

Jamie falls to the ropes in an effort to get back up to his feet as Ronald is up to both knees at this point. Ronald shakes his head and leaning on the ropes, Jamie does the exact same. Jamie goes for a punt kick to Ronald's temple, but Ronald catches it standing up with the captured body part. Ronald laughs as Jamie is shaking his head; using his right foot, Ronald kicks the foot out from under Jamie. He hooks Jamie up in a sharpshooter! Jamie is near the ropes, but can he move both himself and Ronald?

Brian Rentfro: Jamie is going to get broken in half!

Jon McDaniel: He could tap, but that is unlikely.

Using what is probably all of his strength, Jamie lunges for the bottom rope and manages to just place his fingertips on thesalvation he needs to continue the match for at least one second longer. Ronald breaks the hold immediately turning, he awaits for Jamie. He whips Jamie into the ropes and as Jamie comes back, plants him to the mat with a huge Samoan drop to the canvas; it is a pinning attempt.

ONE! TWO! THR--NO! Jamie just does roll up his shoulder, stopping the match's end just in time.

Jon McDaniel: Close call for Ronald to gain a win and for Jamie to gain a loss.

Brian Rentfro: Ronald didn't realize it was a pin attempt.

Rolling to his knees again, Ronald pushes himself up, wobbling from the energy put into this match; Jamie using the ropes again does the same. These two stare at each other once again in this matchup and both nod they charge towards each other. Jamie with a drop toe hold, but Ronald flipped over it?

Brian Rentfro: What the...?

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, where did that come from?

Ronald points to his temple, showing he is smarter than people give him credit for. Jamie stands up behind him, looking bewildered he wipes the sweat from his eyes and stares at Ronald's back. Ronald turns around, they begin to pound each other again. Suprising Jamie, once again, Ronald lifts him up in a gorilla press slam and drops him to the mat. Jamie lands on the tips of his boots and hands, he spins around sweeping the legs out from under Ronald and Ronald is down to the mat flat on his back.

Jon McDaniel: And Jamie applies the Mercy Killing! Ronald is in a lot of pain!

Brian Rentfro: Flynn said if Ronald didn't take him seriouly enough he was going to hurt him bad.

Ronald is in a lot of pain as the handicapped Ian is trying to cheer Ronald on, giving him encouragement to get to the bottom rope. Ronald is stuck in the middle of the ring though, and Jamie arches back as hard and as much as he can.

Gay can't stand the pain anymore. He taps.


Flynn doesn't break the hold though, as Scott Swindell threatens him with a turned decision and a DQ loss.

Jon McDaniel: Jamie has done it again, yet another victory!

Brian Rentfro: And Flynn isn't letting go of that hold.


Finally Flynn lets go, and Ronald Gay is in a lot of pain. Ian might have been able to do something, but he's in a wheelchair. Jamie stands victorious as the crowd cheers him on.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Jamie Flynn!

Special. Special, Special

We go backstage to a PWA camera crew who has their camera panned on the locker room door of Matthew Engel. Bud Adams is the reporter at hand, looking to get some words from Matthew Engel about tonight's main event and more importantly about his career match at RPM 2. Bud knocks on the door and Engel opens it.

Matthew Engel: Not now, Bud.

Bud Adams: But I ju--

Engel slams the door in Bud's face, but Bud pounds on it a few times. Somebody off camera speaks.

Man: I got it, Bud.

The man steps into view and it's the Southern Hero, Jethro Hayes. Hayes kicks open the door and Engel jumps up to his feet from his chair.

Matthew Engel: What the *beep*, Hayes? I don't think Joe or Mark is going to be pleased that you're going around kicking doors off their hinges.

Jethro Hayes: You might not want to give your time to Bud, but you will give your time to me.

Matthew Engel: *beep* off, Hayes. You'll get your time later tonight, right now I've got more important things to do than listen to you try to put together a coherent sentence.

Hayes' temper gets the best of him and he attacks Engel, nailing him with a right hook to the jaw and smashing in his stomach with a left knee. Hayes throws Engel face-first into the locker room wall. Engel fights back with a shot to Hayes' face and a kick to the gut but it only seems to anger Hayes further. Hayes delivers a skull-crushing headbutt to Engel, putting Engel on one knee. But Hayes can do anymore damage, security rushes in and separates the two. At the helm of the security is Joe BoXeR, who looks most disappointed.

Joe BoXeR: I knew this was going to happen.

Security is having a tough time handling the two superstars, but they managed to calm them down.

Joe BoXeR: I've got some news about your match, fellas. You might want to hear this.

Engel and Hayes calm down a little bit, both turning their heads to Joe.

Joe BoXeR: I don't want to be the cause for any favoritism in this match.. and on a different note, I can't convince Scott Swindell or Lance Weston to referee this match. Apparently, they're tired of getting pushed around and knocked down by both of you. This is a classic conundrum, but it was solved by one person: Riona Langly.

Engel's eyes go wide, and Hayes has a menacing look.

Joe BoXeR: She volunteered to referee the match, and with her history between both of you, she's crazy enough and impartial enough to get the job done. The other issue is security. Aside from the typical PWA security force, there will be two special guest enforcers in the match: one of them is the Cult Hero himself, Simon Kalis. Kalis and I have a history with our time on Chaos, and he proved to me he can be reliable and a fair man. I'm sure that he might seem to favor Jethro over you, Matt, but he assured me he will do his best to protect the match and its competitors.

The second enforcer has chosen to remain anonymous until the match.

Brian Rentfro: Oh come on!

Jon McDaniel: Who do you think that could be, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: It could be anybody, but I have my money on Thunderwolf.

Jon McDaniel: I'll take that bet.

Joe BoXeR: Security, escort Jethro Hayes back to his locker room. You guys need to wait until your match tonight if you want to get in each other's faces again.

Security removes Hayes from the locker room, and the rest of security holding Engel leave the room as well. BoXeR stays behind.

Joe BoXeR: Matt, I gotta cover my own butt here. I can't favor you at all, I gotta make this as fair as possible with so much riding on the line.

Matthew Engel: Yeah, I get it.

Joe BoXeR: Are you sure you wanna do this?

Engel looks at his brother with cold eyes, nothing but focus and determination.

Joe BoXeR: Alright. Well, good luck tonight.

Joe leaves the room and we cut back to ringside with Rentfro and McDaniel.

Cody Bogard (C) vs Deacon Frost

PWA Television Title Match

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and is for the PWA Television Championship!

Jon McDaniel: This should be a terrific match, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Are you kidding me? It's going to be a Deacon Frost beatdown, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Cody can hang with the toughest of fighters, Brian. I'm sure of it.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen... standing at 7 foot even and weighing in at 350 pounds...he is The Xtreme Legend...."The Apex Predator" DEACON FROST!!!!

The fans quiet down in the arena as the lights go purple. Smoke slowly rises from the entrance. A rain like mist floats through the arena as the opening guitar riff of Johnny Cash’s “God's Gonna Cut You Down” blares through the speakers.

“You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down”

“Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down”

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

“Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"”

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from San Mateo, California...

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

A figure slowly creeps from the smoke, 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.

Gonna be trouble
It's gettin' out of hand
Gonna be trouble
But baby, I'm the man

I'm gonna save you
I'll be your knight
I'll be your saviour
How 'bout tonight? YEAH!

Cody makes his way over to the ring, springing up to the ring apron, climbing the turnbuckle and posing with his arms open in a pose.

Eric Emerson: He stands 5'11 and weighs 210 pounds... he is the PWA Television Champion... CODY... BOGARD!!!!

Gonna be trouble
Baby, I'm the trouble man
Want a fighter? Come on--
But don't you understand?
I can't be double
Baby, I'm the trouble man

Cody jumps from the turnbuckle as he looks at Deacon Frost.

Brian Rentfro: Here we go, Jon!


Cody shifted nervously as he looked at Frost across the ring, doing his best to shake out his arms to make sure he was fully loosened up. On the contrary, Frost seemed fully relaxed, his stance betraying just how cocky he was feeling over the whole encounter. Taking the initiative, the champion moved forward, his hands coming up into a loose offensive stance, though he stopped at the center of the ring, knowing full well of how Deacon could take advantage of his height to control the little man.

Smirking, the Apex predator moved in, his hands finally coming up into an offensive stance of his own. Instead of keeping his elbows tucked in close as Bogard was doing, however, he the challenger took full advantage of his long arms, attempting to bring a quick fist down on top of Cody's head. The smaller man quickly darted off to the side, his eyes staying weary as he positioned himself a little bit further from his contender. Frost had moved in coordination to where Bogard had gone, however, his feet shifting so that he was still facing towards the smaller man despite the new positioning.

Knowing full well what he was in for, Cody feinted to the left before diving in and attempting to get a right shot in on Deacon's ribs, but that proved to be a bad idea as Deacon quickly snaked an arm around Bogard's own, sealing him into place close to him. Panicking at the close proximity of the big man, the champion quickly started laying in with kicks to the big man's knees, only getting a few in before Frost shot a knee up into the mid-section of his opponent. The air was driven from the smaller man quite easily from the blow, doubling over as the knee dropped away. Taking advantage of this, Deacon released the arm and went to apply a frontface lock, but apparently Cody hadn't been dazed enough as he fell backwards, throwing his full weight in the process so that his feet shot up to block the obvious suplex setup, his boots being placed straight into the big man's face.

Frost stumbled backwards from the shot to the face, shaking his head as Cody, not quite as quick as he had been at the beginning of the match, rolled to his belly and popped to his feet, putting some distance between himself and the big man. Shaking himself out, Deacon grinned as he came back from the reeling blow, bringing his fists up and gesturing for Cody to come close again, likely knowing full well what's going to happen if he did. Not taking the bait, Bogard slowly circled around, his stance staying wide in case he had to move quickly, which he ended up having to do as he ducked underneath's Frost's arms and used a shoulder roll to come back up to his feet behind and a few feet to the side of his opponent, immediately turning on the ball of his feet to put himself face to face with Deacon again.

The smaller man's instinctive reactions weren't fast enough, however, as the Predator charged in to plant Cody into the corner turnbuckles with a stiff lariat that practically folded the champion up like a Hallmark card. Bogard fell to the mat with a thump that could be heard anywhere in the arena as Frost stepped back after the impact, not moving at first as his challenger stepped away. Frost, showing an odd side of him, walked away from the corner, the look on his face making it seem as if he knew he had already won...until he reached the opposing corner. Turning around, Deacon leaned against the turnbuckle and watched Cody as the smaller man slowly worked himself up to a standing base...only to receive the full impact of a Yakuza kick across the side of his head as the bigger man charged across the ring.

Bogard fell and actually rolled partially out of the ring with the momentum of the kick, his arm and head hanging loosely over the apron as the roll came to an end, the champion's eyes having that far off look that clearly indicated he wasn't there at the momentum. Noticing how Cody wasn't fighting back, a slightly sadistic grin came onto Frost's face as he stepped in between the ropes and, using his foot to position Cody a bit m ore, then stepped back from the champion...only to leap up into the air and drop a leg across his opponent's chest! Frost landed on his feet on the outside of the ring as the referee yelled at him to get the match back into the ring, Cody having fallen completely out of the ring from the impact, the champion actually curled up in the fetal position outside the ring, indicating that the blow might have at least brought his mind back to the match, albeit with a lot of pain still there to distract him.

Knowing how weak his opponent was likely to be from all the blows, Frost went over and, placing a hand on the back of Cody's neck as a way to get a hold on him, went to shove him into the steel steps...only to have it blocked as Bogard put a foot up barely in time. Turning around, Bogard landed a solid smack right to the chin of Frost, followed by another one from its partner left. Building momentum as Frost took a step back, the champion started firing off the smacks with building intensity, the crowd getting behind him with an Ora to match each smack.

Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora!

By this point, the referee had reached an eight count and, despite having the adrenaline to clearly push the Predator back further, Cody quickly rolled into the ring, scrambling to the side of the ring that was opposite his opponent. Frost, quite opposite to the champion, moved in a way that showed he was in any hurry as he easily moved into the ring under the bottom rope, though he was met halfway by a baseball slide kick that landed straight to the chin. The big man stumbled backwards from the ring, his back briefly coming into contact with the ring barrier, his face showing disbelief at being denied entrance from the ring. With a look of disgust on his face, Frost again tried to enter the ring, this time by hauling himself up into a standing position on the apron by grabbing the second rope. Again he was denied though as Cody came running up, looking like he was going to setup for an enziguri. Spotting this, Frost crouched down...only to be met with a single leg dropkick to the head as Bogard launched said leg through the ropes!

The consecutive head shots having added up, Deacon fell from the ring, barely managing to land in a semi-dignified manner on the outside as he landed against the ring barrier again. Knowing that he had to keep the match going in his favor, Cody turned and ran to the opposing ropes, then bolting back, looking like he was setting up for a leap of some kind. Launching his body in between the middle and top rope, Cody latched his arms onto the top rope, tucking his legs in close so that he spun around before planting his feet firmly on the apron. Frost, having spotted the aerial assault coming in from a mile away, had moved off to the side, turning away. As he didn't hear an impact, however, the challenger turned be met with a high angle flying head scissors take down that landed the big man flat on his back!

As he came out of the aerial maneuver, Cody landed flat on his bum on the padding outside the ring, but didn't let himself stop for a moment as he quickly moved up to his feet and, with an intensity that must have surprised most folks in the arena, ran up and delivered a kick to Frost's side, the big man having managed to move up to a four post base before the champion had reached him. The blow didn't quite knock Frost over, however, though the pain from the shot was obvious on his face. Cody went for another kick to the big man's side, but was blocked as Deacon put his elbow out that was closest to the opposing foot, which was then followed through with an ankle pick that fully tipped over the smaller man.

Moving on adrenaline alone, Cody turned the take down variation into a back somersault that put him back on his feet, though his base was shaky as Frost came charging with a roaring uppercut that knocked the champion right backed down to his back again. Not about to lose out on his championship shot to a count out at this point, the challenger picked up the champion and slung him over his back like a sack of potatoes, walking back to the ring before tossing him into the squared circle in between the middle and bottom ropes, then climbing in after him and draping an arm over him for a cover. Only a two count was achieved before Bogard shifted his shoulder limply up into the air to end it, making Frost lean back as he stared at the smaller man for a moment or two before simply shrugging.

Standing up, Deacon grabbed Cody by the hair and slung him to the ropes, looking like he was setting Cody up for the Frostbi--Kikoshotei~!! As Cody had come charging from the ropes, he had taken control of his momentum and shot his open palm upward, the heel of his hand connecting solidly with the chin of the monster in the ring with him. The pure momentum from the move was enough to make Frost take a step back, his face betraying his surprise at the counter. Not letting up on his brief advantage, however, Bogard stepping in close and launched himself upward, planting a headbutt into the same spot his hand had just hit, further offsetting the big man as he actually turned and stepped away from the blow, holding his chin now as he revealed his back to Cody.

Seeing his opening, Cody ran to the ropes to build more momentum, then ran towards Frost, leaping up into the air to grab him in a loose reverse facelock before planting him into the mat with a high angle bulldog! The big man stayed down this time, and knowing that his openings would be few against this type of opponent, Cody quickly rolled over him, putting his full weight across Frost's chest for the cover. One...two...Frost, in place of actually fully kicking out, placed his foot across the ropes to break the count, showing his ring awareness despite having taken a beating. Leaning back, the champion just stared in full bewilderment at the foot before he went over and grabbed the foot, hauling it away from the ropes...before turning the big man over and starting to put in a Scorpion Death Lock! Just as he was about to cinch it in, however, Deacon pumped himself up into the air in the usual push-up fashion, bringing his legs in closer to his body, then shoved outward off-setting Cody's balance and launching him face first into the mat to break the attempted to submission.

His adrenaline clearly starting to wear off, Bogard nonetheless hauled himself away from the big man, working his way to the ropes again as Frost slowly stood up, his stance a bit shaky at first as he stared across the ring to his opponent, murder clearly etched upon his face.

Brian Rentfro: Frost is just a menacing individual, Jon. I'm surprised Bogard has lasted this long.

Jon McDaniel: And Bogard's not done yet! He runs at Frost!

Brian Rentfro: But Frost counters with the Frostbite! GOOD GOD!

Jon McDaniel: It looks like we might have a new TV Champion!

Frost covers Bogard.





Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... and new.. PWA Television Champion.. DEACON.. FROST!!!!

Cody rolls out of the ring, a look of pain and disappointment in his face. Frost rises to his feet and is handed the PWA Television Championship. Frost holds the title high above his head with both hands.

Jon McDaniel: An impressive match, but the Apex Predator comes out victorious tonight, which makes his third win in a row since his return to the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: The real question is: can anyone stop this monster of a man?

RPM 2 Finalized?

"The Empire Strikes First" by Bad Religion hits the sound system as Joe BoXeR, host of RPM 2, comes out to the stage. He receives a lot of cheers from the crowd, and heads down to the ring. He climbs through the ropes as "Empire" dies down. Joe, holding a microphone in his hand, begins to speak.

Joe BoXeR: Ladies and gentlemen... it is now time to reveal the rest of the RPM 2 card to you. I promise you this event will give you everything you desire, and then some. RPM 2 is going to be the pinnacle of pay-per-view perfection!

The crowd erupts again.

Joe BoXeR: Now.. since Deacon Frost defeated Cody Bogard tonight to win the PWA Television Championship, he is going to need an opponent for RPM 2. There are only a few select men in this world who could measure up to Deacon's size and strength, but we all know that size does not matter in our wrestling world because.. look at our esteemed Undisputed Champion. She might be a small lady, but she is one of the better fighters here in the PWA and proved it by defeating five other PWA superstars.

So.. Deacon's opponent for next week.. the man with three wins in a row.. the nephew to Mark Sommers... JACOB.. COLLINS!!!!

Brian Renfro: Oh man, that's not good.

Jon McDaniel: Why not Brian? Jacob deserves it, he's defeated two former PWA champions.

Brian Rentfro: Deacon will crush Collins, Jon. Mark my words.

Some of the crowd cheer at the announcement of Jacob Collins, and BoXeR adjusts his tie and moves on.

Joe BoXeR: Now, the ne--

However, Joe is interrupted by "Thing of Beauty" by Hothouse Flowers as the Irish Phoenix comes down to the ring. You can't really see it, but he definitely looks displeased underneath that flaming mask of his. Phoenix reaches the ring to some displeasure of the crowd and Joe drops the mic down to his waist for a moment. Phoenix climbs in, immediately demanding a microphone. "Thing of Beauty" dies down and Phoenix speaks.

The Irish Phoenix: Joe, you said you had a match planned for me. Trust me, you do not want to make an enemy of The Irish Phoenix.

Joe raises his microphone up to his mouth again and speaks.

Joe BoXeR: Rob, buddy, I wasn't joking when I said I had a match planned for you. I've been thinking about this match for the past couple of weeks, ever since a certain someone made the notion to me that he would like to return to the PWA.

A look of confusion on the Irish Phoenix, but you can't see it. Just pretend it's there.

The Irish Phoenix: Well, then.. who is it? I haven't gotten all day, I've got a thing with a guy about some Guinness.

Joe BoXeR: Well then there's no time to waste now is there?

Muse's "Knights of Cydonia" hits the sound system as the arena explodes in cheers. None other than Jamie Flynn steps out from backstage, back in his casual attire and sporting a pair of Aviators better than Matthew Engel could ever dream of. Flynn non-chalantly makes his way down the rampway as The Irish Phoenix looks on. He has a look of terror on his face, but again - you can't see it. However, the Irish Phoenix remains unphased and confident as Flynn steps through the ropes and into the ring.

"Knights of Cydonia" dies down and Flynn removes his Aviators, flashing the classic smirk at Rob.

Joe BoXeR: Well, gentlemen. I say we give it another go-around, don't you think? I don't have any papers prepared, but I figured two sporting fellows like yourself hang more on your own words than pointless contracts. What do you think?

BoXeR tosses the mic to Flynn, but Rob answers before Flynn can.

The Irish Phoenix: I accept, Joe. Jamie "I'm a *beep*ing Douchebag" Flynn versus the one, the only.. THE IRISH PHOENIX!!!!

All Flynn can do is let out a small laugh. He speaks.

Jamie Flynn: Rob, I hope that Guinness sponsorship of yours comes with a lifetime supply of cheap interference, because you're going to need it if you want to survive me.

Rob makes a motion that he wants to attack Flynn, but BoXeR steps inbetween them, motioning to save it for RPM 2.

The Irish Phoenix: Just wait, Jamie. You're going to see at RPM 2 that I got everything right here to beat you for a second time!

And then just like that, "Thing of Beauty" hits the sound system as Rob makes his way out of the ring. Flynn and BoXeR exchange a short handshake and Flynn follows behind, putting his Aviators back on and disappering backstage.

Brian Rentfro: I can't wait, Jon! Rob is going to prove to the world once again that he is better than Jamie Flynn. It's gonna be Genesis IX all over again!

Jon McDaniel: I hope for Flynn's sake that it won't be. You would think Joe would have put in some preventive measures to ensure that outside interference doesn't happen again.

Brian Rentfro: It seems he's got too much faith in Rob not being Rob and Flynn being that good.

Joe BoXeR: That was a close one folks, but there you have it! Another match confirmed for RPM 2: Jamie Flynn taking on the Irish Phoenix.. round two!

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Joe BoXeR: Opening the first night of RPM 2 will be a Fatal Fourway Elimination Match. The competitor who survives this match will be crowned the next opponent for the PWA Television Champion the following Rampage!

Jon McDaniel: That is a great way to start the event off, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Sounds like a snoozefest to me. Who's going to be the top talent in that match? Kyle Stevenson?

Joe BoXeR: The competitors in that match up will be: Matt Stone, The Sunshine Warrior, Blake Witcroft, and Simon Yip!

Jon McDaniel: That doesn't sound like a snoozefest to me, Brian. That sounds like a great way to kick off RPM 2.

Brian Rentfro: We'll see about that, Jon.

Joe BoXeR: Later on in the night, on April 24th, Cody Bogard will be fighting Ronald Gay in a match to determine the number one contender for the PWA Intercontinental Championship!

Jon McDaniel: Nice!

The crowd erupts in cheers for Cody Bogard, and some people even give Ronald Gay some applause. They're probably Christians, though. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Joe BoXeR: And earlier this week, we confirmed that my sister, Enika Engel, would return to the PWA ring for RPM 2 and be fighting Jacob Seldon in a classic match. I think both of these competitors are some of the best the industry has seen, and to have them fight at my event is certainly a pleasure. That should about do it for RPM 2, and we will be bringing you all two full nights of non-stop action.

Jon McDaniel: What about the tag title match?

Brian Rentfro: Who cares! Didn't you just hear what he said? Enika is coming back to the PWA!

BoXeR nearly drops the mic, but quickly speaks again, almost like he forgot something.

Joe BoXeR: Wait! Yes, there are some issues surrounding the triple threat tag title match at RPM 2. The champions, Jethro Hayes and Bubba J, will be taking on Lucious Starr and his partner of choice, which Lucious has told me he will reveal after the main event tonight. I have agreed to it, and it sounds like it will be a good team. And, the third team to compete in the match will be Cowgirls from Hell! That is going to be a terrific match, folks. Enjoy the rest of Rampage, and start putting in your orders early for RPM 2!

"Empire Strikes First" hits the sound system as BoXeR leaves the ring to a loud applause. BoXeR makes his way up the ramp and disappears backstage.

Jon McDaniel: Brian, RPM 2 is turning out to be quite an event.

Brian Rentfro: For once, I agree with you Jon. But, we must go to a quick commercial break before our last match of the evening.

Revolutions Per Minute 2


Live! April 24th and 25th, from Cowboys Stadium in Arlington, Texas!

engel - hayes

estella - kalis

four athletes go into overdrive in just seven days

where will you be?

Laura Estella, Matthew Engel, Riona Langly, & Johnny Maverick vs Simon Kalis, Jethro Hayes, Marxx, & Lucious Starr

Main Event - 8-Person Tag Match

Brian Rentfro: Both teams are ready to go, Jon. This should be an exciting match!

Jon McDaniel: Thank God we used that commercial to bring out everybody. 8 separate entrances is a little long, don't you think?

Brian Rentfro: I don't know, Jon. I can't get enough of Natural Born Killers myself.

Lucious Starr and Johnny Maverick have chosen to start for their respective teams. Maverick is feeling a little crazy and starts pacing in the ring, and Starr keeps his focus on Mav. They await the bell.


Weston backs away and Starr and Maverick immediately lock horns. Mav breaks out of it and kicks Starr in the gut. Mav goes into the ropes and nails Starr with a swinging neckbreaker. Mav springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault and connects, staying on top of Starr for a pin.



kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Barely a two count as Maverick had wishful thinking of a victory there.

Jon McDaniel: Not to mention Kalis and Hayes were drooling over stepping in the ring and breaking the count.

Mav brings Starr up to his feet and nails him with calculated punches to the head. Mav follows that up with a knee to the stomach and a double underhook suplex. Maverick grabs Starr's legs and goes for a stomp to the gut, but Starr slips a leg out and nails Maverick across the jaw. Starr flies up to his feet and nails Maverick with a running enziguri. Maverick lands in the corner of his own team and Laura Estella is quick to tag Maverick on the back. Weston signals a tag has been made.

Jon McDaniel: Maverick might not like that.

Brian Rentfro: He was in trouble, she was helping him out.

Jon McDaniel: Sure....

Estella climbs into the ring and ducks a clothesline attempt from Starr. Starr turns around and Estella nails him with a Yakuza kick!

Brian Rentfro: BAM! Down goes Lucious!

Lucious falls to the mat and Estella makes a cover.

1... Hayes and Kalis enter the ring.


Kick out! Hayes grabs Estella by the hair, but can't do anything as Engel springboards off the top rope with a missile dropkick, connecting with Hayes' chest. Kalis wraps up Engel from behind with a waistlock and tries for a german suplex, but Engel flips out of it and lands on his feet behind Kalis. Kalis turns around and gets leveled with a roundhouse from Engel. Marxx enters the ring and clubs Engel from behind. Marxx makes sure Engel doesn't escape the german suplex attempt and Engel lands hard on his neck and back. Riona remains collected in the ring, eyeing the activity.

Brian Rentfro: Look at Riona, she's not helping anyone.

Jon McDaniel: Why should she? Estella's back on her feet.

Estella nails a knife-edge chop on Marxx and wants to continue to fight him, but Lance Weston demands that Hayes, Kalis, Engel, and Marxx all return to their corners. Amazingly so, they all do. Starr is back on his feet and eyes up Estella. Starr dodges a kick from Estella and clotheslines her to the mat. Starr stomps on her repeatedly and then goes into the ropes. Starr drops down with a knee on top of Estella's forehead. Starr brings Estella up to her feet and tags in Kalis. The crowd erupts, getting a preview for the big Undisputed Title match at RPM 2. Kalis nails Estella with a combination of kicks and punches. Kalis whips Estella into the ropes. Estella flies back and nails Kalis out of no where with a toe kick to the head. Kalis falls to a knee, not believing what just hit him.

Brian Rentfro: What a counter by the Undisputed Champion.

Jon McDaniel: It was nice, now let's see if she can capitalize.

Estella nails Kalis with a forearm to the head and then whips him into an empty corner. Kalis crashes and Estella follows it up with a spear into Kalis. Estella goes onto the apron and springboards off the top rope onto Kalis' shoulders, taking him down with a hurricanrana. Estella covers the Cult Hero..

But it's immediately broken up by Jethro Hayes. Hayes grabs Estella by the hair and lifts her up for a brainbuster, but Engel gives Estella an assist by dropkicking Hayes' left knee. Estella slips out and lands behind Jethro, giving him a dropkick to the back of the head. Kalis is back up to his feet as Engel makes his way back to his corner. Kalis grabs Estella from behind and takes her down with a reverse DDT. He tries for a pinfall, but the ref is distracted with making Hayes go back to his corner. Hayes sees the conundrum and immediately goes back to the corner. Kalis pulls on Lance's shirt and as Kalis goes down to cover Estella again, Estella launches a right fist directly into Kalis' jaw.

Jon McDaniel: Good God! She might have broken his jaw!

Brian Rentfro: I doubt that. Kalis doesn't have a glass jaw like you do, Jon.

Kalis stumbles back and Estella quickly rises to her feet. Estella goes for a big time strike, but Kalis ducks underneath and kicks out Estella's right knee. Estella falls to the ground and Kalis quickly chops her down to the mat with a heel kick to the back of the head. Kalis tags in Marxx, and Weston signifies the tag has been made.

Jon McDaniel: It seems their team has no problem working together to win, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Bah.

Marxx whips Estella into the ropes and nails her with a spinebuster. Marxx says something to Kalis in dirty French Canadian, which sparks an adrenaline rush to Estella and Estella nails Marxx with a kick to the head. Estella makes her way to her team's corner and tags in Riona, the crowd erupting in cheers for another preview for RPM 2. Riona steps through the ropes, watching Marxx closely as they circle the ring. Marxx goes for a collar-elbow lock up, but Riona denies it and slams a high knee to Marxx's ribs. Riona gives Marxx a knife-edge chop across the chest.

Crowd: WHOO!

Riona sends Marxx into the ropes and Marxx bounces back, trying to behead Riona with a running lariat but Riona ducks underneath. Marxx turns around but is met by a running knee to the head from Riona. Marxx stumbles backwards from the impact and then Riona nearly beheads Marxx with a roaring elbow!

Jon McDaniel: What an elbow from Riona! She beat Raizzor with that!

Brian Rentfro: I still can't believe that actually happened, Jon.

Riona gets Marxx up to his feet, but Marxx rushes forward backing Riona into her own corner. Engel slaps Riona really hard on the back for the tag and Weston calls for it. Marxx headbutts Riona and tries to deliver a punch, but Engel catches Marxx's right arm and quickly lifts his left knee into Marxx's ribs. Engel throws Marxx through the ropes and out of the ring. Engel points at Hayes and gives him a "bring it" taunt. Hayes obliges and climbs through the ropes. Meanwhile Kalis drops to the outside and goes around to the other corner, looking to meet up with Estella and talk about life, and parties.. no, just kidding, he wants to smack her around. Riona jumps to the outside and goes after Marxx, and Maverick and Starr are left to do battle inside the ring!

Jon McDaniel: Oh God we knew this would happen!

Brian Rentfro: No duh, Jon! Complete madness! I love it!

Hayes nails Engel with a headbutt and tosses him out of the ring. Maverick and Starr are duking it out, and Kalis grabs Estella by the head after punching her and slams her into the barricade. Riona continues delivering knife-edge chops to Marxx and getting the crowd pumped up. Lance Weston gives it a moment, and then declares the match is over.

Emerson and Weston have a moment, and Emerson gets on the microphone while everybody is hitting everybody.

Eric Emerson: Per Lance Weston's decision... this match has been declared a no contest!

But that doesn't phase anyone. Engel and Hayes are duking it out ringside in front of crazed fans and Engel nails Hayes with a low blow and then gives Hayes a kick to the jaw. Estella has the upperhand on Kalis and manages to nail him with the Stain of Mind on the outside floor. Maverick has been kicking the living crap out of Starr in the ring, his insanity and craziness getting the best of Starr. But, Starr reverses by sweeping Maverick off his feet. Starr crawls on top of Maverick and begins pummeling him as much as he can, but there's a disturbance in the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Two attractive ladies just hopped the barricade! Security needs to get those crazed fans!

Brian Rentfro: They aren't fans, Jon! They're the Cowgirls from Hell!

Tamika and Meghan slide into the ring and attack Starr, kicking him and punching him. Starr can't survive the double team much longer and begins to put his arms up to block as many of the attacks as possible. However, a familar face comes running down the rampway.

Brian Rentfro: Oh God! Now that's a crazed fan!

Jon McDaniel: No, you idiot! That's Joshua Danielson! He's back!

Danielson slides into the ring and takes out Meghan with a knee to the head and then gives Tamika a dropkick to the chest. Tamika bounces back up and Danielson takes her down with a clothesline. Meghan gets back up and Danielson takes her down with a hip toss, slamming Meghan on top of Johnny Maverick! Maverick might have liked it, if Meghan didn't accidentally slam her elbow into Maverick's manhood. Danielson gets a roar from the crowd and helps Starr up to his feet. Starr and Danielson shake hands.

Jon McDaniel: It seems Starr really has an ally here tonight!

Brian Rentfro: I bet that's Starr's replacement partner for RPM 2, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: You might actually be right this time.

While Starr and Danielson exit the ring and detach themselves from the situation, Hayes has Engel on the ring and gives him the Trident right into the ringpost!

Brian Rentfro: Oh my God.. Engel's spine might be shattered, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: This is absolute Chaos, Brian. Everyone is beating on their RPM 2 opponent.. and Maverick's face is pale white. Not a bad look for him.

Brian Rentfro: You bite your tongue. You're talking about the Filth and Fury, the most intensified PWA superstar ever, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe, maybe not. I do know that we're out of time, Brian. Ladies and gentlemen, stay tuned for Revolutions Per Minute 2: Overdrive next week! Get your orders in ear--

Jon's cut off as Hayes puts Engel through the announcer's table with the Planter. Hayes is standing over Engel, breathing heavily and showcasing a menacing look. Riona looks over to Hayes, Marxx down on the mat after receiving a classic Langly beatdown. Riona has a look of worry, yet pleasure on her face. Kalis is making his way to the back after nailing Estella with a chair to the face. Estella uses the barricade to get up, a small river of blood flowing down her pretty face.

Who will be victorious at RPM 2? Whose career will end?

Fade to black.

(C) PWA 2010

The Departure

The blood is everywhere as the cameraman rushes in from the arena to the parking lot. Another swing with the bat nails Simon Kalis in the head once more before the bat drops to the pavement. A few well placed kicks lay waste and finish Simon Kalis off as he seems completely knocked out.

Man: You're right... You did teach me strength.

He lays in another kick to Kalis' head.

Man: You did teach me skill.

He lays in a swift kick to Kalis' ribs and kicks the bat back up into his hands from the ground.

Man: And yes, you did teach me cunning.

He takes aim to Kalis' knee and smashes it hard with the bat, once, twice and thrice.

Man: So here's to independance...

The man drops the bat back down on the ground.

Man: You can go fuck yourself, father. Fuck you and fuck your wars.

Masakazu spits on the unconscience Simon Kalis.

Masakazu: Death to the Glorious.

He spits on his father again.

Masakazu: I am Masakazu The Great.

This time Masakazu stomps on Kalis' face, revealing in the flash of the cameras light he is wearing metal cleats.

Masakazu: And father?

Masakazu kneels down and unstraps Kalis' Who's The Man?! title belt. He slings it over his shoulder and slaps it proudly.

Masakazu: I'm the man now.

Masakazu walks away without looking back as Kalis comes to. Kalis looks up, blood running down his face. Kalis breathes deep as his eyes widen, before falling back to the cold pavement and passing out once more as we fade away....