World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick

Lisa for America!

The Spirit of '76!

There’s a nifty little video package to kick start the show with some exciting clips like when Maverick broke that guys arm off or when Kalis did all that black guy stuff. The girls of the PWA hold up their belts and a linger shot of Xan Vaxman destroying the Grizzly Beer title finishes us off. We then break through the title sequence and into the arena. Lights and pyro shooting off in every direction.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen… Welcome to The Spirit of ’76!

The fans are at a fever pitch as Emerson whips them up some more. Meanwhile we jump to ringside with our commentary team.

Jon McDaniel: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m Jon McDaniel along side Brian Rentfro, and what a show we have lined up for you tonight.

Brian Rentfro: You bet Brian, we’ve got titles, blood feuds, debuts, records to be broken and best of all, we’ll be hearing from the Phoenix!

Jon McDaniel: That’s right folks, the last PWA legend is finally going to break his silence tonight, and where better on than on Pioneer Wrestling Pay Per View.

Brian Rentfro: I can’t wait Brian. In fact, amongst all the carnage, gore and potential double champions, I’m more excited about this than anything else!

Jon McDaniel: Before we get to that though folks, I’m getting word that we’re heading to the back!

Sunshine, Lollipops and...

Important person: Okay, so there was a spill out by the vending machines. Go clean that up would ya?

The depressing looking old janitor nods his head and slowly turns around and sways away from his boss. The boss shakes his head and walks away pulling out his phone to make a call. The janitor mopes along slowly to his janitorial closet. He tries to turn the handle but it seems to be stuck… or he’s awfully weak.

Concerned citizen: Need some help?

A fan walks by and see’s the troubling old feeble man try and open the door and offers him some assistance, stepping in to try and open the door for him. The old man nods and smiles shaking as he does. With the closet open the fan steps back startled and yells momentarily in shock. The old man however has no reaction.

Concerned citizen: What the holy high bloody hell!

Janitor: Looks like a person… he’s in the way of the mop.

The old man apathetically steps forward and grabs the mop from behind the person and turns around. The fan looks down at the body only to be startled once again when it moves and turns around, yawning aloud.

???: hmm.. aaaaaa, yeah. That was a nice nap.

The Janitor cocks his head and speaks to the individual, curious of his identity.

Janitor: Son… do you work here?

???: Sun? Did someone say sun? AH HA, Yes you, old man. Tell me more about this sun of yours.

The man springs to his feet suddenly full of life as he steps forward and takes the man’s hand, holding it to his own face, spawning a smile.

???: It’s been so long since I seen the sun. Is it summer yet? OH dear, winter is over isn’t it! OH GOODNESS ME! Happy days are here again!

Both of the individuals look confused, the janitor however, doesn’t even care anymore and just walks away leaving the fan to deal with this himself.

Concerned fan: So.. umm.. you slept in there… all winter?

???: Well of course, without the Sun’s rays to feed me life and power, how is it that I can spring around effortlessly in the ring and do as I please? So with winter’s cold, cold, climate, I’m to ask you, what better act to be part of then hibernation!

Fan: So…. You hibernated.. who are you?

???: Me? I’m the SUNSHINE WARRIOR. And I need to go see about a job. TA TAA!

Adrian Adidas skips off as the fan looks back into the closet before closing it. Shrugging he walks away.


Kalis whips his head back, the blood splashing onto the wall behind him as he licks his lips while the camera turns on.

Simon Kalis: You thought you were so clever, didn't you?

Kalis holds up this odd shaped bloody weapon he's holding before swinging it back down over the unknown mans face. The man spits more blood out, right at Kalis' face without saying a word.

Simon Kalis: You are nothing to me.

Kalis swings again, hard as the mans head spins from the impact. Masakazu and Maya are in the scene, Maya smiling and nodding while Masakazu looks on with concern.

Masakazu: Father....

Kalis turns to Masakazu, his eyes wide as his face drips with the mans blood. Masakazu decides not to say another word as Kalis swings, and swings, and swings until the man keels over knocked unconscience and in a bloody mess.

Simon Kalis: This is the symphony of my dreams.

Kalis kicks the man in the chest, but the knocked out man barely reacts.

Simon Kalis: I don't need a fucking gun to destroy you. Many, many wrapped up newspaper pages with an entire roll of duct tape wrapped around them makes a surprisngly strong blunt force object. Because you see... While I was born in Montreal, friend.

Kalis swings again, completely covering himself in the mans blood.

Simon Kalis: I was raised in Brooklyn, Ocean Parkway repersent motherfucker.

Kalis stomps down once more before sliding the crude weapon up his sleeve once again. He turns to face Maya and Masakazu.

Maya: That was so cool dad. I love how you decorate locker rooms with DNA! Very fung shway of you!

Masakazu shakes his head, concerned as he looks down at the man.

Masakazu: Was this necessary?

Kalis walks right up to Masakazu and looks him dead in the eyes, an animal on a rampage.

Simon Kalis: Yes, son. Yes it was. I tried to do things the good and honorable way as I was taught and as I taught the both of you...

Kalis turns his head towards this unknown individual.

Simon Kalis: But that's martial arts. This is wrestling. This business is too brutish for honor. We're like the American army fighting insurgents who hide and cower amongst the innocent. Except our insurgents hide behind cheating and dishonorable victories to maintain their control.

Maya: So what you're saying is we gotta be as ruthless and indiscriminate in our violence too, right?

Kalis smirks, and gently slaps Maya on the face. A palm print of blood leaves its stain on her face.

Simon Kalis: Exactly, sweety. Exactly. I've been fucked over too many times in the PWA...

Kalis looks to Masakazu and smiles.

Simon Kalis: It's time to live up to our breed, son. Death Row Bred.

Masakazu looks back at the man one more time, swallowing hard and straining his face as he nods in understanding and agreement.

Masakazu: Death Row Dead.

Maya: Next stop?

Kalis cracks his neck and opens the locker room door.

Simon Kalis: Heed the orders of your General, my children.

Kalis lowers his head...

Simon Kalis: We take out the Strader sisters. It's time to send these Cowgirls back to Hell.

Maya: Oh, that sounds hot.

Maya hops around joyously, even rubbing up on the mans bloody face and wiping the blood on her face with a gleeful smile.

Simon Kalis: Fucking annhiliate them.

Masakazu: Yes, sir.

Kalis spits on the ground as he looks back at the man.

Simon Kalis: We gave them Order and they spat in our face.

The three exit the room now, only his voice faintly heard as they leave.

Simon Kalis: Now we give them the CHAOS!

Maya: Fuck'em all! Yeah!

Fade to ringside...

Brian Rentfro: Oh my god.... Kalis is...

Jon McDaniel: Savage. How could he do this? It's very uncharactaristic of him to attack someone like this.

Brian Rentfro: I was gonna say SUPER COOL but okay? Obviously you've never seen the real Simon Kalis. Ruthless, vicious pitbull on the move. A bark so loud it blinds you to the greater bite! I love it!

Jon McDaniel: I didn't think that one loss would set Simon Kalis off so badly. I think in Stone's quest to defeat Kalis he did more than beat the Cult Hero...

Brian Rentfro: Yeah... He killed him. Who was the guy he just beat down anyways?

Jon McDaniel: A random victim of circumstance... This is going to be a long night, Brian.

Cody Bogard vs Riona Langly ©

PWA Intercontinental Title Match

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWA Intercontinental Championship.

The crowd are on their feet and excited to get the night under way.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first...

The lights suddenly dim down as the opening guitar intro to the "Power Rangers Movie" theme. Once the guitar portion ends and pick ups to the classic theme intro starts up, smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

Eric Emerson: From San Mateo California and weighing in at two hundred, ten pounds...

A figure emerges from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure is seen as strobe lights go off to reveal Cody Bogard with a black towel draped over his head, obscuring his face. Cody makes his way to the ring.

They've got a power and a force that you've never seen before.
They've got the ability to morph and to even up the score.
No one will ever take them down.
The power lies on their side.

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.

Go, go Power Rangers!
Go, go Power Rangers!
Go, go Power Rangers!
(You) Mighty Morphin Power Rangers!

Cody jumps from the turnbuckle as he slowly raises his hand over his head, grabbing hold of the towel and quickly swiping it off, revealing his face.

Eric Emerson: The Crisis Ace... CODY BOGARD!

They know the fate of the world is lying in their hands.
They know to only use their weapons for defense.
No one will ever take them down.
The power lies on their side.

Cody takes his time to prepare for the match as the theme fades out.

Eric Emerson: and 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. She is the leader of the Apostles of Ares...

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.

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

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.

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

Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.

### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###
Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

Brian Rentfro: First match of the night and we're starting off big with the PWA Intercontinental Title!

The bell sounds as both competitors charge forward and blast each other in the face with Yakuza Kicks. The two look a little shaken, but it’s a momentary set back before they begin trading off right hands. Cody gets the better until Riona lights him up with a rolling Solebut in the stomach. Cody doubles over and Riona prepares to hit the ropes, but Cody reaches up and grabs her by the waist before pulling her into a German Suplex. Cody releases as Riona flips through the air, but she manages to land on her feet and fall back into the ropes, propelling her into another Yakuza Kick that cracks Bogard in the face. She then follows up with a set of punches before shooting for a Rolling Elbow, but Cody ducks and takes her out with a Legsweep. Riona lands seated and Cody looks to finish her off with a leaping Double Stomp, but Riona just manages to roll out of the way.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like they’re not gonna be taking this one easy tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Well that’s fine for Cody, this is all or nothing for him, but Riona’s going to regret that later tonight.

Jon McDaniel: I doubt that but she should definitely slow this down if she wants to see tonight.

Riona pops back to her feet and walks right into a crushing Roundhouse at gut level to slow her up. The second puts her on a knee. He then puts her up in the corner and lands a hard open palm to the chest, then a second, then a third and on and on, driving claps about her chest and face. Riona tries to cover up but Cody goes to the body and starts to wear her down. Cody then hits the ropes and comes back with a big Forearm. Riona staggers out of the corner and walks right into a Clothesline. Cody runs right through her and up the ropes where he throws out an arm to the fans. Suddenly though, they turn the other way toward the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell is that?

Brian Rentfro: Some awful, hideous noise if you ask me.

Suddenly, the opening to Opeth's "Harlequin Forest" hits the PA system and Duff Côte d'Ivoire appears at the top of the stage. He's dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans. He's got on a pair of his trademark $10 shades, and his glorious hair has been completely shaved off. He's carrying a blue folding chair in his hands.

Jon McDaniel: Duff, he's back?

Brian Rentfro: I'd heard rumors but I didn't expect to see him back so soon.

As he approaches the ring, he pauses. He takes the chair and sets it up, and then sits down with one leg crossed over the other. He folds his arms, leans back, and watches as the match goes on. Cody seems a little distracted but he regains his composure and drags Riona off the floor for a Suplex, but Riona blocks it with a knee on the point of his skull as he gets her up. Riona lands hard but keeps her feet and lands with a kick to the gut for good measure. Riona then drags him into a DDT. Riona goes to follow up but finds herself a little distracted by Duff at ringside. He smiles and gives her a look, but nothing more.

Brian Rentfro: Think this is going to put her off her game?

Jon McDaniel: Like there isn’t enough going on already.

Riona drags Cody off the mat and puts him to the ropes. Riona sticks him with a kick on the way back to double him over and then hits the ropes herself to come back with a big kick to the side of the head. Riona stops right after him and then shoots out a Superkick but Cody catches the leg and spins her away. Riona rolls right through and comes around with a Roundhouse but Cody ducks it again and lets her fall flat on her face. She tries to get up but he catches her with another German Suplex, and this time he buries it. The ref makes the count.



Jon McDaniel: And Riona kicks out at two.

Cody gets her up on his shoulder for the Emerald Flowsion, but Riona falls out of his arms and onto her feet behind him. He turns quickly but runs right into a Superkick from Riona that finds its mark. Spit flies up into the air as he staggers back and falls into the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Beautiful kick from Riona.

Brian Rentfro: And Cody could be in trouble here.

Riona staggers in to follow up


Jon McDaniel: What the hell was that?

Brian Rentfro: The sound of Africa.

The camera darts through the fans in search of the errant sound. The second they spot Chamelion however, it all becomes quite clear. He holds up a vuvuzela amidst a bunch of cheering fans, all happy just to be on tv.

Brian Rentfro: Ah. Chamelion.

Jon McDaniel: Shoulda known.

The camera shots back to the ring and Riona mouths something about a particular self-absorbed prick. Cody shrugs his shoulders and the two move off again. Cody throws himself forward into a tackle and drives her back into the corner. Unfortunately the referee gets caught in behind her and driven into the ropes as well. Cody doesn’t see him and steps back for an Enzugiri, and as Riona ducks, he annihilates the referee.

Brian Rentfro: I hope he wasn’t paid to cover the main event.

Cody moves in to check on the referee, but Riona hasn’t seen a moment of it and with Cody’s back turned; she catches him from behind and drags him down into the Detonator, snapping his back on impact. She shoots for the cover but there’s no one to count, and so she pounds the mat in frustration.

Jon McDaniel: That could have been it right there Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, could have.

Riona looks from the referee to Duff out on the floor, but he holds up his hands casually to protest his innocence. Riona accuses him of something we can’t hear, but turning her back proves to be a big mistake as Johnny Maverick slides into the ring with the Intercontinental title in hand, and buries it in the back of her head.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell?

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Johnny is planning on kicking things off early.

Riona goes down and Johnny puts the boots to her until Cody gets his feet and pushes him off. Cody looks irate as Johnny thrusts the Intercontinental Title into his hands. He tries to lift his arm but Cody pushes him off and then throws the belt to the mat. Johnny looks hurt as he tries to console him but Bogard whips a slap across his face.

Brian Rentfro: What, what’s he doing?

Jon McDaniel: He’s a man of integrity, and with all the battles he’s had for this belt, I doubt this is how he wants to win it.

Johnny looks dejected as Cody orders him from the ring, earning the praise of the fans. Cody then turns to Riona and Johnny gives a look back that he decides not to act on. The referee is starting to stir and struggle to his feet, oblivious of the action thus far, while Cody hefts Riona back onto her feet, but the minute she comes too she forces him away and then falls to her knees.

Brian Rentfro: That chick is messed up.

Jon McDaniel: A man just cracked open her skull with a title belt, how is she meant to feel.

Cody tries to help her again but she rejects him and then the referee. He tries to call the match but she refuses and demands it goes on. Cody seems to want no part of it but Riona won’t let the match end and lights him up with a slap. He tries to turn away but Riona pulls him back and then blasts him with a second slap before demanding he get it on again.

Jon McDaniel: She’s a fighter Brian, that’s for sure.

Brian Rentfro: She does that again and she’s in for a warrior’s funeral.

Cody plainly tells her no and walks away, prompting Riona to attack him from behind with a kick down the spine. She then hooks him up as if for an Inverted DDT, setting up her finisher, but Cody spins his body out and then hooks her up for a Suplex, he gets her up and then changes position, twisting her around and then snapping her forward with the Emerald Flowsion, splattering her across the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: And Cody turns out her lights with the Last Dread Dust!

Brian Rentfro: Guess she got what she wanted.

Cody sighs and hooks the leg for the cover.




Brian Rentfro: and that does it for Riona, and we’ve got a new champion!

Jon McDaniel: And a very bleak start to her night.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen… your winner… and NEW PWA Intercontinental Champion… CODY BOGARD!

The referee hands him the belt from nearby and drapes it on his shoulder before lifting his arm up in the air, but Cody is busy watching Riona on the floor, struggling to find her feet.

Brian Rentfro: A sign of things to come?

Jon McDaniel: I wouldn’t bet on it.

Cody turns to each side of the ring and waves an arm at his fans before turning to walk away. He has a last glance at Riona and considers helping her again, but the referee has her already, prompting him not to try again. He then drops from the ring and leaves up the ramp. Meanwhile in the ring, Riona is on her feet and earning a cheer herself. A scowl however sits permanently on her face, and it isn’t helped when Duff gets to his feet and gives her a little clap for her efforts. He doesn’t say a word, and merely walks away.

Brian Rentfro: Strange guy, but I suppose it fits right in.

Jon McDaniel: I hope this isn’t going to be the theme of the night. On the plus side, it looks like she's ok.

Brian Rentfro: Ok enough to look like a loser later tonight. What about Maverick though? He was just snubbed by his former trainer. I don't think he's going to like that at all.

Medievel Romance

It's an average day backstage in the PWA. Spyke Gein is eating a bowl of wax fruit and Maya is walking and texting as Johnny Maverick is about to pass her, walking casually.

All of a sudden Johnny has his hand around Maya's neck and she's been slammed into the wall.

Johnny eyes her like an alien observing human life before he leans in and inhales her scent before backing away, a devilish smirk on his face. He yanks her cellphone out of her hand and puts his phone number in her contacts before reaching behind her and sliding the phone in her back pocket, giving her posterior a firm squeeze.

Johnny Maverick: Gimme a ring when you wanna get filthy.

Johnny releases her and walks away casually, whistling a jaunty tune.

Maya: Mmhmmm.... Sure thing sexy boy.

Maya smiles devilishly, rubbing herself momentarily as if there are no cameras watching as she observes Maverick walk away. She bites her bottom lip with anticipation as we fade.

The Waring

The Warning(in order of all these of course)

We can see Hayes holding his cell phone now, nerves spiked as he sits in his locker room shaking his head. He dials a number and puts the phone to his ears, sighing deeply.

Jethro Hayes: Scott... It's Jethro Hayes. We need to talk, your daughters are in serious danger tonight.

Hayes motions the camera crew to leave as we fade..

The Phoenix Speaks

"The Final Countdown" starts to play in the arena as the lights dim and switch to red. The fans start to cheer as PWA Hall of Famer, the Phoenix, comes out to the top of the entrance ramp.

Brian Rentfro: This is what I've been waiting for all night, Jon! Thanks to that attack by the Talent is a Lie a month ago, we've been deprived of hearing Robinson's wisdom straight from his mouth but tonight that's all gonna change!

Jon McDaniel: What has Rob said in the last twelve years that would lead you to believe he's going to be sharing any "wisdom" with us tonight?

Brian Rentfro: How about every single syllable he's ever uttered?

Jon McDaniel: Aren't you supposed to at least try to be objective here?

Brian Rentfro: What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say that if gay marriage was legal I wouldn't kidnap him, drug him and take him to a wedding chapel in Vegas? Is that you what you want me to say? Because I won't say it, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Huh? I never mentioned anything like that.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and I didn't either if you know what's good for you. Now shut up, he's in the ring.

In the ring, the Phoenix takes a moment to soak in the approval of the crowd. He closes his eyes, tilts his head back and spreads his arms out as if he were going to hug the whole arena. His eyes open as the roar from the crowd switches from cheering to booing. He looks around, clearing wondering what's up. As he turns out around, he comes face to face with Malicious. Malicious holds his hand up and makes a talking motion with his hand and then decks the Phoenix, sending him to the mat. Malicious follows this up with a quick elbow drop across the throat and tries to attack more, but security breaks up the fight.

Brian Rentfro: NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Well, I guess he'll have to wait just a little longer for your precious words of wisdom, Brian.

Bloodlust 2

(lust harder?)

The scene flashes open with Maya holding Tamika Nash Strader by her hair, swinging her into the lockers. Masakazu is choking Meghan as he headbutts her repeatedly, busting both of their heads open with blood. Kalis, with the dry blood of Matt Stone covering his face stands with his arms crossed nodding in approval.

Simon Kalis: Yes. Make them bleed.

Maya licks Tamika on her neck before throwing her onto a bench awkwardly on her back. Tamika fights back, kicking Maya's knee out from under her. Kalis throws his right arm forward and his hidden weapon slides out and right into his hand. As Tamika stands up Kalis swings it, hitting with force over the back of her head and putting her down onto the cement floor. Kalis kicks her repeatedly in the lower back as Maya smiles sadistically, joining her father in the beatdown. Tamika fights back though, rolling away from the father and daughter beat down team. Tamika gets up, grabbing a glass bottle next to her. She smashes it over Maya's head and Maya busts open with blood stumbling back. Maya pulls a piece of glass out of her forehead and laughs, licking it clean before Kalis pushes Maya aside and smashes his blunt weapon across Tamika's face. Tamika wobbles at first, throwing a stiff right knocking Kalis in the face. Kalis smirks as he swings again, this time taking Tamika down and out.

Simon Kalis: Talk shit now, bitch.

Masakazu gets his fingers bitten by Meghan who pushes him forward, throwing a sudden right hook knocking Masakazu over the bench and onto the ground next to the bloodied Tamika. Kalis points to Meghan and Maya rushes in, jumping onto that bench and flying forward with a lariat that catches Meghan dead on. Meghan with an elbow chop to Maya's cut face pushes her back, and Kalis stands back to allow his children to take care of this. Meghan leaps forward, clotheslining Masakazu but Masakazu grabs her by the neck and DDT's her onto the cement floor. Masakazu picks Meghan up and both he and Maya hold an arm each of Meghans as Kalis steps up to her, no smile, no smirk, not even a funny wink.

Simon Kalis: I know there will be vengeance for this...

Meghan spits in Kalis' face, but his expression remains emotionless and dead.

Simon Kalis: This is what happens when little girls act like big boys, Meghan. So when you wake up? Call your daddy, and tell him the General says hello.

Kalis swings his weapon knocking Meghan in the face, sending her in a pool of blood to the Cowgirls locker room floor.

Simon Kalis: Maya, turn around please.

Maya shrugs and does so, as Kalis unzips his pants and exposes himself. Masakazu smirks as Kalis lets it all hang out.

Simon Kalis: Suck on that, you fucking whore. Half what now?

Kalis smashes his weapon, the one in his hands not the one hanging out of his pants, one more time on the back of Meghans head. Kalis zips his crown back up into his pants and slides the weapon back up his sleeve. Maya picks up the tag titles, putting both on her shoulders as she poses.

Maya: Mmm... These feel nice.

Masakazu: They do, don't they sis?

Simon Kalis: Get used to those you two. They'll be yours soon enough. Leave them for these whores though.

Masakazu: You think their father is going to let us get away with this? SNS might come at us with even more force than we've used here tonight.

Kalis lights a cigarette, blowing the smoke down on the two downed Strader sisters.

Simon Kalis: Fuck Scott Nash Strader, fuck his children and fuck anyone down with them either.

Maya: Hahahaha yes! YES! I would SO fuck Scott Nash Strader! Right after getting it from the back by Mavvy!

Masakazu: What?

Simon Kalis: Mavvy?!

Maya smiles happily, almost like an innocent child except well...

Maya: That's my nickname for him. He's just super sexy, you can't deny that.

Simon Kalis: Obviously not.

Kalis swings the locker room door open and as he enters the hall he slides the weapon right back out from his sleeve. There's a crowd of hoodie ninjas who are caught off guard as Kalis swings hard, catching one off guard from behind and sending him to the floor in an instant. The ninjas scatter as we see Spyke Gein watching the PPV with an app on his iPhone, confused.

Simon Kalis: That's right, the cameras right behind you Spyke.

Kalis swings the weapon at Spyke but he ducks it, rolling away and getting to his feet right as Maya goes for a super kick. Spyke ducks that as well, landing The Norris on Maya sending her to the ground below. Masakazu is about to help when he's swarmed by hoodie ninjas like they're locust, sending them back with a round of muay thai kicks and elbows. Kalis lines Spyke Gein up and goes for a sweeping soccer kick, but Spyke grabs his leg as he kicks and tries to trip Kalis. Kalis hops over him on his other leg and gets himself free. Kalis swings with the blunt weapon he's made out of old newspaper and duct tape, catching Spyke across the chest.

Spyke Gein: Wait, Simon... You're a coward now!?

Kalis laughs, the dried blood of his unknown first target mixed with the fresh blood from the Cowgirls From Hell.

Simon Kalis: That's right, Gein. I'm a fucking coward.

Kalis swings the weapon like a bat, cracking it over his head hard. Spyke begins to bleed instantly and tries to get away but Maya pins him to the wall with her high heels pressing against his shoulder. Masakazu thrust kicks Gein in the face before pressing his boot against his other shoulder. Effectively pinning Spyke Gein against the wall. Hoodie ninjas encircle the four in the middle of the hall, watching carefully.

Simon Kalis: That was for your audacity to attack Mrs. Seldon. That was for me and everyone else Maverick has tried to screw over.

Kalis swings one more time, finally snapping his street-style weapon in half over Spyke's head. Spyke now remains motionless on the ground as Kalis takes another drag from his cigarette, blood staining the filter of it as well.

Simon Kalis: That was so you can tell Maverick how I feel about him.

Kalis drops the rolled duct taped newspaper weapon to the ground. He seems almost remorseful as he looks down at Spyke Gein now. Kalis kneels down, checking on Spyke.

Simon Kalis: Look at me, Spyke.

Kalis puts himself against the wall and slides down, flicking ash to the side as he looks with pouting lips at the unconscience Spyke Gein. Maya and Masakazu smile proudly.

Simon Kalis: Look at what they've made me do. All I wanted for the PWA was a semblance of Order, but I learned after last week that I can't expect any of you mongrels to create it for yourselves. You know what else I learned?

Kalis looks patiently at Spyke, as if to await an answer.

Simon Kalis: I learned that I've been going about this whole thing wrong. I... I almost understand what The Pantheon and the others like them were trying to do. So long, my whole career I've fought this kind of chaos and anarchy Spyke.

Kalis puts his arm over Spyke's shoulders and inhales his cigarette, sighing deeply as he sits there a madman covered in the blood of three different individuals.

Simon Kalis: It's really nothing personal, Spyke. I just have to make a point... So much disrespect, and you can't be nice about it. I tried that.

Kalis shrugs coyly.

Simon Kalis: Look where that got us, Spyke. Just look where that got us my dear friend.

Kalis stands up, shaking his head.

Simon Kalis: You'll be fine Spyke, you were a target of opportunity. Nothing more.

Maya: You're not going soft are you?

Kalis laughs as he points to the three hoodie ninjas, others having fleed the scene. Spyke opens an eye quietly, obviously not actually knocked out and faking it.

Simon Kalis: Never.

Kalis moves into action, grabbing one of the hoodie ninjas and smashing his face against the brick wall. Kalis smashes his face again, and again, over and over again until the hoodie ninjas hood falls back and his nose is broken and his face covered in blood. Kalis begins stomping on the hoodie ninja repeatedly, without stop and Maya superkicks one of the other hoodie ninjas into a locker room door. Masakazu runs and hits a pair of rising knees into the other, leveling him to the ground. Kalis is relentless as a number of random PWA officials show up with EMTs on the scene at this point. Kalis laughs hysterically in their direction as he lifts the hoodie ninja up by his throat, pinning him against the wall and staring blankly in his eyes.

Simon Kalis: I... Fuck it, your career is over.

Kalis flips the kid over onto his back, double underhooking his arms and dropping him with the Sentencing of the Damned. Kalis doesn't let go of his grip as Maya and Masakazu throw their hoodie ninjas into the wall near where...

Maya: Spyke's gone! That green haired bastard ran off!

Masakazu: ...Father?

Kalis ignores them, smiling rabidly as he drops the hoodie ninja one more time with the Sentencing of the Damned. A crack can be heard as the hoodie ninja coughs out some blood, being lifted up for a third time.

Dwayne Cross: Enoughs enough, Simon.

It appears one of the officials there is referee Dwayne Cross. Kalis shakes his head, his eyes blank and emotionless as he drops the hoodie ninja a third time before finally releasing his old. The hoodie ninja convulses on the ground as Kalis gets to his feet, wiping the blood off of his now completely ruined Armani suit.

Maya: Yeah... You fucked him up, haha.

Kalis picks up his cigarette off the floor and takes another drag of the bloody nicotine stick. He looks to Masa and Maya now and nods.

Simon Kalis: We're not finished.

They both nod as Kalis puts the cigarette out on the now motionless hoodie ninja, and they all walk off as the officials and EMTs rush into the Cowgirls locker room and to check on the hoodie ninjas.

Jon McDaniel: My God.... What are we witnessing?

Brian Rentfro: The return of the Original First Class Felon to the PWA, more violent than ever Jon. Isn't it great?!

The three walk away now as we fade...

The Danger Boiz vs The Dynasty of Chaos

Tag Team Match

The Danger Boiz enter from the curtain and stand to both side of the rampway addressing the fans. They then meet in the middle where they high five each other. Both interact with the fans on their designated side of the rampway. Inside the ring, both head to the turnbuckle and pose for the audience. They pose at the turnbuckles once more before meeting in the middle of the ring and then looking out to the entrance ramp.

Jon McDaniel: So it begins. The first matches for both of these possibile future PWA Tag Team Champion teams.

Brian Rentfro: Dynasty has this, EASILY Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Don't say that. There are three unknown factors in this match. We've never seen the Danger Boiz compete. Plus, this is Maya's very first ever match up. She's as green as-

Brian Rentfro: a big bag of-

Jon McDaniel: Oregano. Precisely.

"The Blood of Cu Cuchalainn" hits and the crowd rises to their feet in a chorus of cheers as Maya steps out first, in completely inappropriate military attire. Masakazu joins her now, in simple black pants with his feet and hands taped up with rope, a camoflauge headband over his forehead as they pose at the top of the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: Introducing their opponents, they hail from Montreal, Quebec Canada by way of Osaka, Japan... They are Masakazu and Maya.. The DYNASTY OF CHAOS!

They make their way to the ring, Masakazu somber in his approach but Maya moving wildly to the Irish folk music as she makes her way to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Why the Irish music?

Jon McDaniel: Kalis is half white. That is Irish, and so they have a connection to Ireland and considering their heritage it is meant to pay homage to their grandmother, Kalis' mother.

Maya shares a beer with a fan at ringside as Masakazu steps into the ring and faces down the Danger Boiz. Masakazu bows in respect but Dangerous Dan lunges forward and clotheslines the young son of Simon Kalis to the canvas. Maya sees this and reacts quickly, chugging the beer down while simontaneously hopping onto the apron and springboarding herself into the ring and landing a sagat kick right to the head of Crazy Chris!


Mayhem errupts in the ring as Dangerous Dan stomps down on Masakazu while Maya smashes Crazy Chris' head repeatedly against the canvas. She stands up and drops back down with a leg drop over Crazy Chris as Dangerous Dan throws Masakazu into the corner and then rams him with a huge shoulder to head rush, flipping Masakazu back up and then back down. Things quickly turn as Masakazu kicks Dan's knees out from under him while Crazy Chris gets ahold of Maya and reverse DDT's her into the canvas. Crazy Chris holds on, locking a reverse dragon sleeper hold on the young woman. Dwayne Cross interrupts everything and Masakazu shoves Cross to the canvas before spitting towards him. Cross is up and warns Masakazu as he gets things under control, sending Maya and Chris to their respective corners. At this point Dangerous Dan and Masakazu circle the ring around each other.

Brian Rentfro: Masakazu reminding Cross what he thinks of him. You may all remember Cross officiated the Stone and Kalis TV Title match last week.

Jon McDaniel: The Order of Chaos is turning to the dark side, Brian. Isn't it obvious?

Brian Rentfro: This isn't Star Wars, and they're not Jedi Jon.

Jon McDaniel: The Danger Boiz are though if you think about it.

Brian Rentfro: ....

Dan jumps in first and throws a left hook, which Masakazu dodges. Dangerous Dan with a right jab which gets dodged yet again. Dangerous Dan follows up with a kick to the gut which Masakazu blocks with his knees before flipping himself forward and landing a scissors kick on Dan. Dan backs up and lunges forward once more, and Masakazu moves out of the way. The GCWA veteran predicts this and swings in unison towards where Masakazu dodged and grabs ahold of him from behind and lifts him up for a half nelson suplex onto the canvas. Dan catches Maya as she waves towards him, sliding her hands into her pants and seductively winking. Dangerous Dan isn't fooled by the fake distraction and turns around. But it was enough time for Masakazu to get to his feet and he lands a vicious thrust kick to the temple of Dan's head sending him stumbling into the corner. Crazy Chris tags himself in and hops onto the top rope as Masakazu approaches. Missile dropkick to the chest sends Masakazu halfway to Narnia. Crazy Chris grabs his head and throws himself forward in a standing moonsault, electrifying the crowd as he lands hard on Masakazu.

Brian Rentfro: Impressive stuff from these Danger Boiz. Maybe they're a little dangerous after all?

Jon McDaniel: Perhaps even... a little crazy?

Brian Rentfro: No. It's only cool when I do it.

Masakazu leaps forward and tags in Maya. She bends forward slowly as she enters the ring, holding her most private areas as she locks eyes with Crazy Chris. She gets into the ring and smiles as Crazy Chris rushes forward. Chris knocks her in the face with a right hook, then a left, and then a right. Maya steps back winking as she licks her now cut lip. She puts her fists up and begins bobbing and weaving around Crazy Chris. Chris goes for a takedown tackle, which works and he body slams Maya to the canvas. Maya anticipated this however and wraps her legs around Crazy Chris' waist and locks him in against her. She begins throwing fists left and right with no sense of direction, hitting Crazy Chris in the face, head, neck and chest as she does so. She drives the heels of her boots into his back, raising one leg up and slamming it down hard into his lower back in rotation. Chris pushes himself up an gets on his knees with Maya still wrapped around him. She licks his mask but Chris jumps to his feet uneffected and then spins around, dropping his full weight on her beneath him. Crazy Chris headbutts Maya repeatedly until she finally lets go of her grasp on him. Chris holds her leg out and drops his elbow hard into her inner thigh. He gets up and does it again a second time and Maya winces before lashing her knee out and driving it right into Crazy Chris' face, sending him off her.

Brian Rentfro: She certainly does... Uhh... Combine her loose sexuality with her love of violence, doesn't she?

Jon McDaniel: Well she's just like her father, minus the bisexual part. Don't think Kalis ever licked his opponents in the middle of a match.

Brian Rentfro: What I'm impressed with is these Danger Boiz... Maybe they have a chance afterall.

Dangerous Dan nods to Crazy Chris and jumps down from the apron. He heads over to Masakazu on his side and, upon seeing this, Masakazu jumps off but before he can strike Dan moves out of the way and lets Masa hit the barricade hard. It's at this point Dangerous Dan jumps onto Masakazu and holds him down as Chris sidesteps a double elbow chop from Maya. He gets ahold of her and out of no where DANGER ZONE! Maya hits the canvas hard and Chris quickly hooks the legs.





Eric Emerson: The winners of this match... Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris... THE DANGER BOIZ!

Dan and Chris celebrate as they make a quick exit up the entrance ramp, while Maya is irrate inside the middle of the ring screaming and cussing out referee Dwayne Cross.

Brian Rentfro: Damn!!! What a way to catch her offguard! What a great display by the Danger Boiz and what a victory!

Jon McDaniel: Are you being sarcastic?

Brian Rentfro: No, I'm actually being quite serious!

Jon McDaniel: Wait a minute...

Masakazu grabs a steel chair from outside the ring and slides in as Maya continues to argue with Cross about the pinfall. Without batting an eye lash Masakazu strikes Dwayne Cross in the back of the head and Cross hits the canvas hard. He strikes him again and again, repeatedly with the chair as Maya dances around now joyously laughing.


Masakazu drops the chair as a number of officials come running out and he and Maya slide out of the ring and begin heading backstage, the damage done.

Jon McDaniel: That was uncalled for, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Nah, he probably deserved it. It would seem Dwayne... Crossed the wrong people! Ha? Ha? Ha?

Jon McDaniel: ....

The Other Phoenix Speaks!

The camera heads backstage, where PWA interviewer Toshi Yang is standing by.

Toshi: Ladies and gentleman, here with me is the woman who, later tonight, will be facing Xan Vaxman in action, Emily Corlen.

The camera pans over slightly to Emily, fully geared up to wrestle and ready to go.

Toshi: Emily, you’re still new here to PWA, and after a string of losses, you’re -

Emily quickly puts her hand up.

Emily: Whoa, whoa… slow your tuna roll there, Toshi. String? I’ve only lost two matches! That’s not a string. It’s barely a fuzz ball!

Toshi: But you’ve only had three matches since your debut… I hate to break it to you, but you’re batting a 33% winning average currently. That’s hardly impressive.

Emily: Alright, I admit, wrestling, not as easy as I thought it would be. The PWA isn’t a cake walk, but you know what? I also haven’t been trying my hardest. I was trying to be honorable, and I got taken advantage of. Not anymore.

Toshi: You certainly sound determined. Any last words for Xan before you face him?

Emily: Just this… Xan Vaxman, tonight, you receive your Burn Notice. Flame on.

Emily snaps her fingers, smirks, then walks off screen.

Toshi: Alright, Brian, Jon, back to you!

Xan Vaxman vs Emily Corlen

Singles Match

Jon McDaniel: I sense a bit of bad blood and animosity growing over the past week between these two.

Brian Rentfro: Oh yeah, they both came swinging in their promotional videos for this match and now is the time to back those words up Jon.

The lights in the arena cut to black and a slow piano intro begins to play. After about ten seconds of the soothing piano music, the bass immediately kicks in, along with the opening chords of Gwen Stefani’s “What You Waiting For?” and the stage explodes with pyro as green strobe lights fill the arena. As the crowd cheers, "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen slowly rises up through the stage, grinning, her arms outstretched akin to wings.

Eric Emerson: She hails from Rockford, Illinois…

The flames on the stage subside and the strobe lights slow down as Emily begins making her way down the ramp. By the time she reaches ringside, the strobe lights have completely stopped and green spotlights have begun swirling around the crowd and ring.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at one hundred forty five pounds…

Emily slowly makes her way around the ring, reaching out to the fans and nodding. After making her way around the ring once, she hoists herself onto the apron and enters the ring through the first and second ropes.

Eric Emerson: She is the Emerald Phoenix… she is EMILY… CORRRRRRLENNNNN!!!

Emily makes her way to all four corners of the ring, climbing up each and stretching her arms out like wings. After the fourth corner, she removes her cape and hands it to the referee. As the lights return to normal and the music fades, Emily slowly paces around the canvas, glancing out to the crowd and smiling.

The arena goes silent as Xan Vaxman comes out of the curtain to no pyro, no special lighting, just a iPod strapped to his arm and a pair of ear-buds in.

As he makes his way down to the ring he mocks the audience both live and at home for not being able to hear his entrance music touting that they don't deserve to hear how great it is.

Eric Emerson: On the way to the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty two pounds. he is Xan Vaxman!"

he climbs up the steps and into the ring before turning his iPod off and handing it to a ringside official along with his ear-buds and arm strap.Corlen clears her throat as she cracks her neck to the left, and then to the right as the match starts.


Corlen moves in for an immediate strike, a flying lariat as she comes forward. She nails Vaxman in the head but all he does is then move himself towards her, hitting her with a vicious and dirty knee-on-knee colission. Corlen flips to the canvas and Vaxman drops his leg over her throat for good measure. He elbows her right in the eye and then jumps back, hitting the canvas and locking in a figure four leg lock. He has no clear emotion as he simply focuses on applying the pressure on the move, putting great strain on Emily Corlen's ankle now.

Brian Rentfro: Not looking good for the Vaginal Phoenix here folks.

Jon McDaniel: Excuse me?! That's highly offensive. She is the EMERALD Phoenix, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: No... REALLY?! I figured cause Robinson is a male Phoenix and he's a dick that since Corlen is a female Phoenix that she's a-

Jon McDaniel: Enough...

Corlen flips herself over onto her stomach now and reverses the hold much to the surprise of Vaxman. Vaxman yells as he crawls himself to the ropes, dragging Corlen with him but adding still more pressure to himself now. He finally gives up and forces himself back into his initial position, putting Corlen back on the painful end of the move. Corlen shakes her head as the referee asks if she's going to give up as Corlen coyly puts his shoulders up on the bottom rope adding more pressure on the move. The referee, facing Corlen, does not see this as she yells and points and points to no avail. Finally she flips herself back over, at the same time reversing the hold but also snapping Vaxmans throat against the bottom rope causing him to now choke as he hangs from it with an incredelous ammount of pressure on his ankle now. The referee looks over and sees him on the ropes and demands Corlen break the hold. Corlen holds on for as much time as possible as the official gets to the count of 4 before getting free of the hold herself and rolling away, holding her ankle. Vaxman clears his throat as he rolls onto the canvas, grimacing as he checks on his own ankle.

Brian Rentfro: Zzzz....

Jon McDaniel: Hey!

Brian Rentfro: Sorry... Don't care for this technical stuff.

Emily Corlen is up now as is Xan and they rush each other. Emily ducks a clothesline attempt and hits an abdominal stretch pump slam on Vaxman. She strains herself however by lifting the much heavier Vaxman but shows clear strength and skill in doing so as they both hit the canvas hard. Corlen rolls away and gets to her feet, shaking the pain away before baseball sliding right into Vaxman... Or so she thought! Vaxman rolls away at the last second and she slams right into the corner turnbuckle, into the metal portion of it. She favors her ankle once more as Vaxman picks her up by her hair and lifts her up, piledriving her into the canvas before getting to his feet. He bounces off the ropes, obviously talking a lot of shit as he comes back and hits an elbow drop onto the downed Emerald Phoenix.

Brian Rentfro: Haha, stupid.

Jon McDaniel: Who is stupid?

Brian Rentfro: Corlen, d'uh.

Jon McDaniel: You're such a hater, Brian.

Vaxman lifts Corlen up and whips her towards the ropes but she accidentally runs into the ref. They both hit the canvas and Vaxman sees his chance, rolling out of the ring and grabbing a chair from ringside. The crowd boos as he slides in just as Corlen is getting to her feet. He swings! He hits her square in the face and begins wailing away at her, smashing the chair repeatedly in her face. She begins to bleed and throws the chair aside as the referee comes to. He hooks both legs and demands a count.




Vaxman sits up on his knees in disbelief as the referee confirms it was a two and a half count. The crowd cheers as Vaxman gets up and begins arguing with the referee when he notices the chair and asks Vaxman to explain. Corlen meanwhile is already up and she grabs Vaxman and spins him around, grabbing him and hitting a standard DDT into the canvas. She gets up quickly as does he. She goes for a clothesline, he ducks and responds with a spinning heel kick right into her chin. She hits the canvas but gets up quickly. He goes for a spear but she moves out of the way, Vaxman driving his shoulder hard into the corner turnbuckle. He steps back, favoring his right shoulder and he stumbles right into The Bitch Switch! The crowd goes buck as Corlen makes the pin.





Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by pinfall... EMILY CORLEN!

Corlen begins celebrating in the ring as the fans all stand up to give her a standing ovation. She wipes the blood clean off her face and waves to all her cheering fans but Xan Vaxman is none too happy about this. He gets himself up and grabs the chair he'd used only moments ago and swings it at the back of Corlen's head. She stumbles forward into the ropes and he swings it low, taking her down by hitting her in the back of her legs. Corlen falls back and Vaxman uses the edge of the chair to crush in her throat.


The bell sounds off repeatedly as officials rush down to stop the madness. Vaxman takes a number of shots on Corlen's face, chest and knees before dumping the crippled chair and hopping over the top rope and making a seemingly, at least to him, triumphant exit from ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Sickening. Hasn't there been enough blood shed tonight?!

Brian Rentfro: Uh... NO!

Blood Bond

Jon McDaniel: Brian, I’m getting word that Scott Nash Strader is about to arrive here at Freedom Hall, and he’s not alone…

Brian Rentfro: With what The Order did to the Cowgirls From Hell earlier, I’m surprised he doesn’t have a hundred people with him!

Jon just looks over at Brian and points to the PWAtron. View switches suddenly to outside the arena, where we are assaulted with the sound of near a hundred motorcycles. At the head of the bikes rolling towards the arena, we see the National Road Captain and President of the Nomad Charter, Scott Nash Strader, leading in three charters from Oklahoma, and two from Alabama… equalling one hundred and fourteen men. Even though local state law requires helmets, none of them seem to care. The types of men we see vary from overbuilt body builders, to overweight men with long beards; all sporting the red and gold colors of their Motorcycle Club. Strader kicks down his kick-stand and shuts off his Cross and Bones Softtail.

Jon McDaniel: That’s a lot of Bandido members in one spot!

Brian Rentfro: Didn’t Scott invite you to the big rally slash party?

Jon McDaniel: No…

Scott is greeted by a dozen PWA security team members, and all the men laugh with Strader. Scott walks up to the head security in the middle of the pack, lighting up a cigarette. He inhales slowly as he speaks.

Scott Nash Strader: Either let us in, or tell Simon Kalis to get his black Canadian ass out here.

Guard: I can’t do that Mr. Strader.

Scott chuckles as he exhales in the guards face.

Scott Nash Strader: Wrong fucking answer dick-bag.

Scott in an instant jabs the security guard in the Adams-apple, but before a real brawl can ensue he General Manager Lisa Seldon walks outside yelling at her guards to hold it. She walks up to the fallen security and looks down at him.

Jon McDaniel: That could’ve gotten real bad.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t know Jon; it’s still too early to tell.

Lisa Seldon: Dude he’s like seventy years old with no knees. You just going to let him hand you your ass like that?

Scott sneers at Lisa.

Lisa Seldon: Oh come on Scott, don’t look at me like that. I thought we were buddies.

Scott Nash Strader: LoCo, this doesn’t fucking concern you, this concerns that piece of shit Simon Kalis! That prick ordered a direct attack on my blood? He’s gonna fucking pay.

Lisa shakes her head at Scott.

Lisa Seldon: Look Scott, I’m with you and this one; I think you should probably smash his face in too and so you got my support on this one. But I don’t think this is the way to do it. Especially since it’ll probably get me fired, and I’m not cool with that.

Scott takes a deep drag.

Scott Nash Strader: Fine, for you…. I won’t do it inside the arena. But know this LoCo… All of us are staying right here, right until Simon Kalis walks out of the arena. Even if he does get by us, there are chapters all over the USA. This will be unavoidable one way or another.

Lisa sighs.

Lisa Seldon: I think you’re making a mistake Scott.

Scott smirks as he takes a drag. He turns around and walks to his bike, and sits down on it. He smiles widely.

Scott Nash Strader: Whatever you say boss. Like I said though, he brought this on himself. But I’ll keep it off PWA’s paid for time, just since it’s you.

Lisa Seldon: Thanks Scott, you’re all heart.

Lisa shakes her head, and instructs security to back off. She walks back inside as the camera pans back over to Strader and the bikers. A large man covered in tattoos approaches Scott on his bike.

MC Member: What’s the plan Prez?

Scott looks up at him and shoots a devils smile as he exhales through his nostrils.

Scott Nash Strader: That pole smoker ordered for my kids to be hurt. We stay right here. Vinny you take your Lawton crew and cover the west end of the Hall. Fleabag, take your crew head to east end of the building. Two Alabama chapters, one stays here with me in the south, the other to the north. The rest of you, cover up to a mile circling this shithole. Simon Kalis doesn’t live past midnight.

The bikers roar loudly as bikes fire up, and the men take their positions where Scott told them to. Scott sneers as we move back inside to Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro.

Jon McDaniel: This night might not end well for Simon Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t think all the guns in his possession can help him now.

Tai Tolium vs Joshua Danielson vs Marco Dante

Grizzly Beer Title Match

Brian Rentfro: Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed that, due to the lack of a Grizzly Beer Champion, Lisa Seldon herself has selected the stipulation for this match. And has decided that the title will be contended... on top of a truck.

Jon McDaniel: What?

Brian Rentfro: Exactly as it sounds. The three men are in the parking lot right now, standing on top of a truck, ready to fight it out.

Jon McDaniel: ... Guess we better get that on the screen then.

The three men look a little shaky as they stand on top of the flat bed truck. A gust of wind doesn’t help things for any of them, nor does the occasional piece of trash thrown at them from below. Simply put, they’re not happy to be here.

Jon McDaniel: So how does this work.

Brian Rentfro: Well, think of it like a battle royal, only instead of an embarrassing tumble to the ring floor, you suffer a horrendous fall to the street.

Jon McDaniel: The street?

Brian Rentfro: Well… there are boxes… lots of boxes.

Jon McDaniel: Oh good, cardboard.

Brian Rentfro: It works for stunt men.

Danielson and Dante give each other a look and then back at Tolium. He looks a little nervous as the two step toward him and decides to take matters into his own hands with a double Clothesline. Both guys go down and Tolium decides to make Danielson his mark. He gets him up on a shoulder and wields him toward the edge. Dante stops it though by grabbing his leg and pulling Danielson back down to the roof.

Jon McDaniel: Dangerous start.

Brian Rentfro: I think Tolium is about to find himself in trouble.

Danielson and Marco unload on Tolium with right hands from each side and put Tolium back a few paces. Eventually they push him to the edge, but he bases himself at the last second and answers with two massive fists wrapped around their necks. Tolium squeezes them down and the tide starts to shift, but they both answer back with a stamp on his feet. He lets them go and they both surge forward with a Double Clothesline of their own sending him back to the edge and then a second sends him even further still.

Brian Rentfro: Going… going…

Tolium waves his arms as he tries to keep his balance but the momentum is too much and he falls from the truck and crashes into a sea of boxes.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god!

Brian Rentfro: GONE!

Danielson and Dante look to the mess and then at each other again and then start throwing fists.

Brian Rentfro: It is on now!

Danielson gets on top of Marco and has his head hanging over the edge but Marco gets a hand up and into his eyes to push him back. Marco then gets up and catches Danielson again, but this time he flips him over and lands him dangerously close to the edge. He then peppers him with kicks in the side before dropping to the roof and forcing him to the side with his foot. He can’t get him though as Danielson catches his leg and shoves him off. The two get standing again and Marco leads with a right cross that goes over head and opens him up to a shot in the ribs. Danielson then tags another before opening him up with an Uppercut. Screams ring through the crowd as he falls backwards.

Brian Rentfro: Close, dangerously close!

Marco shakes it off just in time to block a left hook and then reply with a knee to get him away from the edge. Marco then leaps with a kick to the gut and then another knee to knock Danielson up standing. Marco then shoots for a take down but Danielson side steps him and sends Marco skidding right toward the edge. He barely catches himself but can’t stop Joshua with a foot between the eyes.

Jon McDaniel: He’s got him in trouble!

Brian Rentfro: He’s going over.

Danielson stabs him with the first kick and then forces his boot through Marco’s face as he begins to slip him over the edge. Marco scratches and claws for a handhold but there’s nothing in reach, and he hangs dangerously close to the edge. Danielson can see the fear in his eyes and pushes him further, forcing Marco backwards over the roof. His eyes dart to the concrete below and then back to Danielson and he pushes with all his might.

Brian Rentfro: No!

Jon McDaniel: He’s not going just yet.

Danielson can see the momentum shifting and sticks him with another kick, he shoots for a second but Marco gets a hand up and knocks him away long enough to get his feet. Danielson runs in with a side kick but Marco gets a foot up and knocks his away. He then unloads with a one-two to the body and then a third across the jaw that puts Danielson back, and opens him up for another shot he jabs forward twice but Danielson dodges the first and ducks the second with a shoulder in the gut. Marco is rocked and gets followed up with a headbutt in the face. He teeters by the edge as Danielson comes running.

Brian Rentfro: He’s done for!

Danielson leaps… right into Marco’s arms and then off overhead, tossed with a Belly to Belly. Danielson clears the edge of the truck and plummets off the edge, falling head over heels and crashing into a sea of boxes below. Someone sounds a bell back in the arena while the crowd go ballistic.

Brian Rentfro: And he’s done it.

Jon McDaniel: A nail biting finish, but Marco Dante scores his first title with the PWA!

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner… and NEW PWA Grizzly Beer Champion… MARCO DANTE!

Marco reaches the edge of the truck and hoists his arm into the air. Unfortunately his move to the edge proves to be a mistake, as the truck shifts into life.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell! There’s a man up there!

Marco does his best to keep his balance as the truck pulls forward, but the sudden jerk sends him off the edge, and he too tumbles into the boxes.

Jon McDaniel: My God, he could have been killed!

Brian Rentfro: There’s still boxes down there, remember?

Jon McDaniel: Not if the truck had moved any further out of position!

Marco lands hard on his back and can barely fight to his feet as the truck pulls up dead. A halfway familiar face leaps out of the cab and comes around to him.

Jon McDaniel: Xan Vaxman!?

Brian Rentfro: No way!

Xan wades through the boxes to get a hold of Dante and then slams him into the back of truck. The champion goes down in a heap as Xan begins to hammer blows on his back. Dante tries to fight out of it but Xan just picks him up and smashes his face into the truck again, causing Marco to fall back onto the concrete.

Xan Vaxman: You don’t even have a title! You don’t represent a thing!

Marco can barely get off the ground as Xan lifts a foot through his jaw to send him sprawling. Marco goes limp but Xan stays on him and forces him into a standing head scissors.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell is he doing?

Brian Rentfro: Don’t you listen to him? He hates the Grizzly Beer title and everything it represents. He took out the belt, now he’s after the champion.

Xan raises an arm, which prompts all manner of hatred to flow through the studio crowd, before he tosses Marco up onto his shoulders and then drives him into the concrete with a Powerbomb.

Jon McDaniel: Dear lord!

Brian Rentfro: What impact!

Marco’s head hits ground and splatters across the street, blood already beginning to pool beneath him. Xan looks down with a smile and then walks off, making sure to bump the cameraman on the way by for good measure. We cut the scene before the image of Marco’s head sprayed across the ground can linger.

Blood Bond 2

The PWAtron lights back, and as we can see Strader and his MC are still in position. Scott sits up on his bike, leaning his back against the sissy bar, feet crossed on top of the tear drop gas tank, and a sawed off shut-gun in his hand. Meghan and Tamika enter the screen, titles over their shoulders, looking awful from the attack earlier in the night.

Jon McDaniel: Good to see the Cowgirls are moving around.

Brian Rentfro: I’m more concerned about what Strader his friends are going to unleash.

As soon as he finishes that statement Meghan stops in front of her dad, Tamika standing back checking out a couple of the men in the Nomad Charter, the charter her father is the President of. Powerful man Strader has become within the organization of these one percenters.

MNS: Dad, what in the hell do you think your doing?

SNS: Protecting my blood.

Scott simply looks at Meghan. He steps off his bike, and takes Meghan’s left cheek and tilts her head over to the side. He runs his hand along the back of her head, and his eyes grow wide with anger.

SNS: I know a fucking pistol whip when I feel it! What the fuck did he use? A newspaper rolled in duct tape?

Meghan steps back and looks at her father straight in the eye.

MNS: I didn’t call you. How’d you even find out about this?

Tamika steps up into the frame with her hand held up as if waiting for someone to pick her. Scott sighs.

SNS: What is it baby-girl?

TNS: Bandido Nation Rally in Louisville between the mid-west and southern states. They probably had our Pay Per View on a TV somewhere, or maybe someone called him.

Meghan sighs, as Scott nods. Scott lifts up Meghan’s head by her chin gently with his thumb and index finger. He looks at her in the eye.

SNS: Meghan, I know you and Tamika can fight your own battles. You will against Half-Slant and Skankya, but Simon Kalis… that fucker is mine.

Tamika takes Meghan’s hand, and pulls her back towards the field entrance. Tamika waves goodbye to her father as the PWA Tag Team Champions head off the screen. A big man resembling Zakk Wylde comes and stands beside Strader. He wears denim ‘cut’ like Strader’s, but he has name patch as well reading ‘Rocket’.

Rocket: He still a dead man boss?

Strader looks over at Rocket and smiles widely.

SNS: What Simon Kalis didn’t realize when he pistol whipped my daughter and exposed himself, it wasn’t just my blood he insulted and degraded, but it was our entire Bandido Nation Worldwide he did that too. God Forgives, I sure as fuck don't, and neither do the Brothers.

Rocket nods slapping Strader on the back. Strader takes a couple steps forward, holds his shotgun up in the air and unloads two rounds, and yells at the Hall’s entrance doors.

SNS: Come on you piece of shit! Get your ass out here and face me like a man!

We switch backinside Freedom Hall but not before the crowd can get a look at the angry icy blue eyes of Scott Nash Strader on the PWAtron., to the scared looks of Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro.

Jon McDaniel: I have a really bad feeling about tonight. Where is local law enforcement?

Brian Rentfro: Don’t forget Jon, Strader isn’t a slouch. He’s a very wealthy man, so wealthy it makes a lot of people in our company look like lower class citizens. God only knows what Strader has arranged within the city. Besides, what does the US Gov't care about a Canadian for?

Jon McDaniel: Longer Simon makes Strader wait; more blood could end up being spilled tonight.

Bloodlust Intermission

Lisa Seldon: Make me the special guest referee he says. Johnny Maverick is the crazy one he says.

We fade in and see that Maya and Masakazu are standing guard outside of the offices of Lisa Seldon with baseball bats in their hands, as inside Kalis sits across from the charismatic PWA General Manager still covered in the blood of countless people tonight. Kalis nods quietly, soaking in everything Seldon has to say.

Lisa Seldon: You’re a fucking tool, you know that. And assuming you’re not dead by the end of the night, the BoD are probably going to fire you, right after they get done with me.

Kalis smiles.

Simon Kalis: They told me no guns, no knives. Everything else is game, Mrs. Seldon. Besides...

He leans in closer, and Lisa Seldon turns up her nose at her bloody appearance.

Simon Kalis: You know why this is happening.

Lisa Seldon: Let’s not pretend I have any idea what goes on in your head.

Kalis leans back in his chair.

Simon Kalis: I didn't lose last week. People need to be reminded why I am one of the greatest legends to step foot into the PWA.

Lisa Seldon: Oh? And does that when you pistol-whip a couple chicks and some faceless goons, or does it come later when you step outside and have some fat dudes in leather jackets put your face through a tire like it’s a belt-sander? I mean is this actually how you planned on getting shit done?

Kalis shrugs.

Simon Kalis: It doesn't matter if it does or doesn't at this point. They will know what happens when you fuck with the Original First Class Felon now, won't they Mrs. Seldon?

Kalis leans in, smiling. Lisa tilts her head.

Simon Kalis: I know what the deal is... Scott Nash Strader is circling the arena with his brutish gang of bikers right now, howling for my blood. This is something I anticipated, without question Mrs. Seldon. This is of much benefit to you, and your show, and your ratings...

Lisa Seldon: Where are you going with this?

Kalis leans back in his chair, lighting a cigarette and smiling devilishly.

Simon Kalis: All I'm saying is Mrs. Seldon, you and I both know I will not see any penalties for my actions tonight. Nor shall my children. I have followed the rules given to me by the Board of Directors concerning my conduct regarding the use of weapons on PWA programming. I am merely here to inform you of my plans.

Kalis reaches into his breast pocket of his bloodied Armani suit, pulling out an envelope and smiling as he hands it to Lisa Seldon. He takes another drag of his cigarette and gets to his feet. Lisa twists the envelope between her fingers tips, a bit of wet blood still staining the edges.

Lisa Seldon: I could get you out of this you know. I could have you airlifted from the roof and get you out to safety while we all wait for this to die down a little. But… you’re not going to let me are you.

He shakes his head, still with a devilish smile which she swaps with one of her own. Sometimes you can’t help but like him.

Lisa Seldon: You know, you’ve done a lot of stupid shit Simon, but I don’t think you know what you’ve gotten yourself into here.

Simon Kalis: I understand very well what is going to happen. When the dust has settled, I will be the greatest the modern day wrestler the PWA has ever seen...

Kalis somberly takes another drag of his cigarette, looking at Lisa Seldon empathetically.

Simon Kalis: Or I will die trying.

Lisa Seldon: Can’t say I’ll be surprised when it happens.

Kalis turns around to make his leave, but…

Lisa Seldon: What? No stompy salutey thing tonight?

Kalis looks up with his back turned to Lisa Seldon and shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: No, Mrs. Seldon. The time for salutes is over.

Kalis throws his right arm out, a new oddly created blunt weapon sliding out from under his sleeve and catches it in his right hand, lowering his head.

Simon Kalis: There is only war now.

Kalis leaves the room, joining Maya and Masakazu outside Seldon's office. The three look at each and nod, walking away while inside Lisa Seldon sits back down and shakes her head as we fade...

The Phoenix Speaks This time?

Backstage in the infirmary, The Phoenix sits on an examination table with a two bags of ice taped to the front and back of his neck.The man looks pissed as he pulls out his IPhone and begins tapping on the screen.

Phoenix: You never could stand to see me do well could you? It simply must have been eating you up inside to see me come back and do what I always do, win. I mean, I know you probably don't remember what it feels like to win. Regardless of that, you shouldn't take it out on me. Speaking of which, Lisa Seldon just left here. And guess what I did for you. As a sort of thank you gift for everything you ever put into PWA radio, I got you your job back. Starting next week, Malicious will start having real matches. So while you can't just attack me when you see fit anymore, you will once again be helping the PWA the only way you ever did. By making everyone else look good. And, just to make sure you actually focus on your opponents instead of bailing on them to attack me, lets make this interesting. Say a friendly competition to see who can get more wins before the next pay-per-view. Hopefully this will sit fine with you, because really, you don't have much choice in the matter either way.

Phoenix turns the phone off and stuffs it back in his pocket, before laying down on the table and putting his hands on his neck.

Lisa Seldon vs Spyke Gein

Grudge Match

Eric Emerson: This next match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…

‘Black Math’ by The White Stripes kicks in as Spyke and his goons run out onto the stage.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at one hundred, seventy five pounds… and hailing from Osaka Japan…

Spyke stamps up and down and then waves excitedly to the fans before hurtling down the ramp. The ninjas march down in toe, even with their numbers reduced.

Eric Emerson: He is The Little Green Blur… he is… Spyke Gein!

Spyke slides beneath the ropes and then bounds back to his feet in the corner. The fans cheer him on, for his enthusiasm if nothing else.

Jon McDaniel: Well he looks excited.

Brian Rentfro: He always looks excited. That’s his thing.

Spyke bounces on the ropes for a minute before turning to seat him on the turnbuckles. A team of ninjas line up in front of him.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

‘Fear of Dying’ by Jack off Jill blasts through the speakers, bringing the fans to their feet.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at one hundred, twenty pounds and hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico…

Lisa Seldon bursts through the curtain and smiles wide at the applause from her long time fans. She takes a step to the edge of the ramp and throws out her arms causing a burst of pyrotechnic explosions to sweep along the stage behind her.

Eric Emerson: She is the PWA General Manager…

Lisa takes a step down off the stage and casually saunters down the ramp, touching base with a few fans as she goes.

Eric Emerson: She is the Picture of Perfection… She is… LISA HAYLEY SELDON!

Lisa takes the steps up to the apron and smiles at Spyke before she leaps over the ropes and lands on the turnbuckle. Lisa then lifts her palms to the fans for a little cheer before she steps up to the top turnbuckle and leaps backwards into a picture perfect Moonsault, landing on her feet in the centre of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: She’s still got some moves it seems.

Brian Rentfro: She’ll need them.

Lisa turns to Spyke in the ninjas and finds Spyke giving her a little mock clap for her stunt; all the same, she takes a bow and then slinks back to her corner, checking on her wrist tape as she waits to begin.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like these two are ready, time to get it on.

Brian Rentfro: Two?

Jon McDaniel: Fine, these two and the small army between them.

Brian Rentfro: Much better.

The bell rings as the first of the ninjas step forward to meet Lisa. She answers with a smile.

Jon McDaniel: Here we go.

Brian Rentfro: These SiD bitches sure emphasise a lot of smiling.

Lisa opens her account with a particularly large kick to the chest of the first ninja to step forward. He wobbles for a second and then crumples into a heap on the canvas. Another two step forward and the first tries his luck with a swift kick that is easily caught and then spun back into his friend. This second ninja doubles over and right into a toe in the face from Lisa to snap him back up right. Lisa then goes low with a Legsweep to put him on the floor and then steps back up with her arms ready to catch a High Roundhouse Kick. She then steps forward and sweeps out his posted leg to add him to the floor before leaping up and driving her heels into his chest with a Double Stomp.

Brian Rentfro: Wow, she kicks AND avoids kicks.

Jon McDaniel: Pretty sure the former multi-time world champion has at least a few more tricks if she needs them.

Three more ninjas step forward into certain doom. The first gets crushed as Lisa steps forward into a flying knee.

Brian Rentfro: Yes Jon... knees. It's a total package.

Lisa drives through the man's face and then lands on her feet. She then spins backwards into an elbow to put him into the ropes. The third man has his leg stamped down before he can get a kick off and then gets bludgeoned with a rolling Solebut. Lisa then throws a leg over the back of his head, prompting him to stand up and bring Lisa with him. The charismatic young general manager then swoops back into a Hurricanrana, but instead of rolling him, she snaps back and spikes him skull first into the mat. He stands rigid for a moment before flopping over onto his back.

Jon McDaniel: Happy now Brian?

Brian Rentfro: More so than that guy anyway.

Lisa rolls forward and into a standing position in the corner. A few foot stamps alert her just when to get off her feet, and she passes a man over head with the help of the ropes. She then sticks a set of knees in his back on the way down for good measure before turning to pick out another opponent. She gets one and sweeps him as he comes running, forcing him into a Dropkick on the back of his partner. A second one charges in just after and gets sidestepped before being blasted in the back of the head with a looping knee, leaving him a bit dazed.

Jon McDaniel: Ninjas being run ragged by our General Manager.

Brian Rentfro: by anyone Jon. It's strength in numbers, not strength in actual strength.

The man on top staggers back a little shaken, while the other hangs in the ropes. Lisa then takes off running toward and up the back of the man in the ropes and then sticks a foot on his skull as she kicks off him and into the air. She then lands on the still staggered ninjas shoulders and then buries him with a DDT out of midair. Her fans are on their feet.

Jon McDaniel: Normally she hits that on the apron because she has no concept of the value of human life.

Lisa springs back to her feet and soaks in the applause while she waits for the man in the corner to stumble back into her grasp. She then sweeps out his legs to drop him sitting on the mat and then takes off at the ropes. On the rebound she leaps up, sticks out her knees and puts them through the mans face, effectively ending his night. For good measure though she spreads him across the canvas and takes to the ropes. She then pauses for only a second to blow a kiss toward Spyke, before she takes off into the air.

Jon McDaniel: and Lisa throws herself into the Starburst... and lands it beautifully!

Brian Rentfro: Three weeks running and I think it's time to start hiring a higher grade of ninjas it seems.

Lisa splatters the poor man on the canvas and then bounds to her feet. Spyke orders a few more ninjas forward, but after weeks of getting their asses kicked, their posture seems to imply that they're not that into the idea. Seeing his men looking a little deflated (and totally useless) Spyke decides to take things into his own hands and bounces into the ring. He then steps right up into Lisa's face, drops to his knees and begs her for forgiveness.

Jon McDaniel: Well this is a little embarrassing.

Brian Rentfro: I'm surprised he didn't think of it sooner.

Lisa seems taken aback as he drops down and kisses her feet (which in wrestling terms, should be described as educated). Unable to kick a man when he's down (this time anyway) Lisa pats him on the head to signify he's learned his lesson, and then goes to walk away. This is when he leaps into action.

Jon McDaniel: Look out!

Unfortunately for Spyke, Lisa probably watches even more shitty kung-fu moves than he does. And if she learned anything from Roadhouse; it's that no one really wins a fight... also, if you take the biggest guy in the world and smash his knee… he’ll drop like a stone… also if you’re standing at a urinal, don’t eat the big white mint… also stupid people can’t have a good time… also elevators don’t belong in outhouses. But concerning an important lesson relating to right now, it’s that the bad never really quits. And so as Spyke wheels her around for the kick, she sprays a jet of red mist into his eyes.

Brian Rentfro: Foul! Foul!

Jon McDaniel: I get a little grossed out by it myself.

Spyke staggers around looking sick, blind and incredibly hard done by. He screams for a DQ but following all the ninja related attacks, he decides to let this one go and allows Lisa to proceed. Lisa stings him with a left punch that puts him off balance and then dances away as he throws a Roundhouse in the complete wrong direction.

Jon McDaniel: played out like you guessed?

Brian Rentfro: Pretty much.

Lisa let's Spyke stumble into the ropes and get turned around. He then rather loudly informs us all that this is bulltshit, right before Lisa winds up and kick and blasts him between the eyes with a hideous Roundhouse Kick of her own. He goes over like a tree.

Brian Rentfro: What a cruel turn of events. His win streak cut at the hands of a clear violation of the rules.

Jon McDaniel: His win streak… of two wins?

Brian Rentfro: That’s twice as many as one!

Lisa stamps a foot through his chest and throws up her arms in victory. It’s a little premature perhaps, but not by much.

Brian Rentfro: Why aren't the ninjas stopping this?

Jon McDaniel: I guess they want to keep getting paid.




The bell sounds and the fans are on their feet, even if it didn’t seem like she’d particularly been pushed to perform. Lisa then dusts herself off and skips through the ropes, leaving the ninjas to scrape up the remains of their leader. He hasn’t had the best of times.

Brian Rentfro: Can you believe that Jon, all that build up and she decides she has to cheat.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think a hard fought win was what she really had in mind. If anything, it seemed like she just wanted to get him back for kicking her in the face.

Brian Rentfro: Well if she thinks she’s proved anything by cheating, then she’s sorely mistaken.

Jon McDaniel: I’d be careful Brian?

Brian Rentfro: What, you think I’m scared of what the fans think of me?

Jon McDaniel: No, because she’s coming over right now.

As the ninjas carry Spyke up the ramp, having lived to fight another day, Lisa plops herself down at the announce position.

Lisa Seldon: Word up guys.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, PWA General Manager Lisa Seldon.

Lisa Seldon: So how was that?

Brian Rentfro: A thrilling display of technical ability and prowess on your part if you don’t mind me saying. Why I was singing your praises all night.

Lisa Seldon: Sweet. I look forward to hearing that when I watch this back later.

Brian Rentfro: Eep!

Jon McDaniel: So what brings you out here?

Lisa Seldon: What, other than the murder? Well, we’ve got my number one contender going up against my new biggest fan next. And let’s just say… I have a vested interest in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Is that code for I’m going to ruin it for everyone involved?

Lisa Seldon: Why yes it is.

Bloodlust 3

We fade into the grand Order of Chaos joint locker room, which connects all individuals to the main ante chamber where we can cleary see a defensive Jethro Hayes speaking to an irate Lucious Starr.

Lucious Starr: You know what you've done, Hayes?

Jethro Hayes: I've done what's right, Lucious. You're smart, you know what's happening is wrong here Starr. You have to see it.

Lucious Starr: What I know is one man has backed me from the moment I met him, and that man is Simon Kalis. You know I know we have our differences...

Jethro Hayes: That's why we need to work together on this. We have to stop Simon before he's completely lost to us. He's angry right now and he needs to be reasoned with.

Simon Kalis: Is that so, old friend?

Kalis, followed by Maya and Masakazu enter the dressing room now. Starr looks at Hayes, Hayes looks at Kalis.

Jethro Hayes: I had to warn them, Simon...

Kalis turns now to face Jethro Hayes, emotionally dead in his expression as Maya and Masakazu back away.

Simon Kalis: I forgave you when you used my son and I to further your agenda against Engel, Jethro...

Kalis shakes his head as he looks up at the big Southern Hero, his face still dry with the blood of all the targets tonight.

Jethro Hayes: I tried to reason with you, Simon. I can't be apart of this. This isn't right, I won't let you fall to the same path. Starr and I have been talking...

Simon Kalis: Is that so?

Kalis turns to Starr now, it is obvious Kalis has his weapon tucked in his shirt sleeve as he holds his right arm back. Maya and Masakazu watch carefully, ready to pounce.

Simon Kalis: You're a free man, Starr. You have not betrayed me as Hayes has tonight.

Kalis turns to Hayes once again.

Simon Kalis: You can make your decision.

Jethro Hayes: Aaron! This isn't the way!

Simon Kalis: NO!

Starr steps aside as Kalis slides the weapon out from under his sleeve and immediately swings at Jethro Hayes, knocking him across the face. Hayes steps back a moment, checking his lip as he looks back at Simon Kalis. Kalis rips his suit off now, ripping the dress shirt off and he slaps his chest before saluting Jethro Hayes.

Simon Kalis: Riona was right about you, Jethro...

Jethro Hayes: Simon... My friend... Think about what you're doing right now.

Simon Kalis: You called SNS before I even attacked, Hayes?

Masakazu: I warned you about Hayes, father.

Kalis turns to Masakazu and nods.

Simon Kalis: Jethro... No one leaves The Order of Chaos by choice.

Hayes steps back, clenching his fists.

Jethro Hayes: Simon, there's still time...

Kalis laughs hysterically, shaking his head as he does so. He stomps his foot down on the ground and points to Hayes.

Simon Kalis: NO! You are a traitor!

Kalis swings the weapon again but Hayes blocks him, sending Kalis back with a stiff left jab. Kalis drops his blunt force weapon and goes right in with a right hook into Hayes' ribs. Hayes headbutts Kalis, sending him stumbling back into the lockers and as Maya seems ready to intervene Masakazu stops her.

Masakazu: No, sis... Dad has to do this on his own. Destroy Jethro Hayes, father.

Hayes goes for another right punch but Kalis ducks, Hayes hits the locker hard denting it inward with his huge fist. Kalis lets a barrage of fists loose on Hayes' stomach. Hayes grabs ahold of Simon by the neck and lifts him up, spinning him around and chokeslamming him through the bench inside the locker room. Kalis coughs as he holds his sides while Masakazu holds back his sister Maya from intervening.

Maya: We can't let this fucking white trash get away with this!

Masakazu: Shh, Maya... Shh...

Masakazu holds her back as Hayes looks to them, shaking his head. Hayes looks down at Simon with sorrow in his eyes.

Jethro Hayes: We were meant to protect, not destroy Simon!

Kalis gets to his feet but Hayes lays him out with a big knee to Kalis' face. Kalis hits the floor but lands near his fallen weapon. Kalis grabs ahold of it, using his body to block Jethro's view from catching this.

Jethro Hayes: I won't let the Order continue the path you've started tonight, Simon. I'll be there to keep you in check. I can't let you recreate The Pantheon in a new banner, Simon.

Kalis laughs as he spits out blood, getting to his feet with his head lowered.

Simon Kalis: No, Hayes. I forgave you and it brought almost everyone back to your side. I gave you redemption, Jethro!

Kalis swings his body 180 degrees, unleashing the swing of the weapon with full force, catching Hayes in the head. Hayes hits the lockers and Kalis jumps up and brings the weapon down over Hayes' head, putting him down on his knee. Kalis swings again, knocking Hayes in the face and bursting his forehead open. Hayes gets up as Kalis backs away, both men bleeding now.

Simon Kalis: I made you a Hero again, Hayes. Now!

Kalis raises his right arm up.

Simon Kalis: Let me make you a martyr!

Kalis swings again but Hayes catches it, and a power struggle ensues. Kalis uses both hands to try and push forward as Hayes responds in kind, pushing back. Kalis screams as he spits blood in Hayes' face, blinding him momentarily. Kalis kicks Hayes in the gut and swings the weapon hard one more time, knocking Hayes to the ground finally. Kalis swings repeatedly, one, two, three, four, five times before he drops the destroyed weapon over Hayes' body. Kalis kicks Hayes one more time to make sure he's down and out and steps back, a look of shock and horror on his face.

Simon Kalis: I am saving the PWA, Jethro! They need something better than what they've had! The people need a story! They need a battle! They need a war, Jethro!

Masakazu and Maya look over Hayes, who's out cold from the vicious attack.

Maya: Whoa! I don't think this guy's getting up anytime soon.

Masakazu: Father...

Kalis shakes his head as he takes out a cigarette from behind his ear and lights it up. He tilts his head back, almost remorseful for whats just happened.

Simon Kalis: We could've been such a great team, Jethro... You betrayed Riona, you betrayed me... I forgave you, and this is the thanks I get?

Kalis sighs as he takes a drag.

Simon Kalis: So be it, Southern Hypocrite. You are a marked man, and as General of The Order of Chaos I hereby declare you an enemy of our state. The sentence shall be carried out effective immediately.

Kalis grabs Jethro by the hair and lifts him up onto his back with the help of Maya and Masakazu. Kalis strains as he gets Hayes into position over a fallen chair and yells for Maya and Masa to let go...


Maya: He'll come back for our blood...

Kalis takes a well earned drag from his cigarette now. Kalis falls to his knees, tears forming in his eyes as he wipes the blood from Jethro Hayes' face. Maya seems confused but Masakazu pulls her back from saying anything as Kalis mourns Hayes, crying over him as he continues to wipe the blood from his face and hair.

Simon Kalis: We... We were friends, Jethro! You did this! You fucking did this to yourself! But... I knew you would... Which is why I attacked that random guy in the beginning of the night. Because I didn't want to believe you'd betray me, Jethro...

Kalis smiles like a father looking over his fallen son now, holding Hayes in his arms with his cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Simon Kalis: But I always see things before they happen, my friend. I am the General for a reason...

Kalis gets to his feet, wiping the tears from his eyes as he turns to face Maya and Masakazu.

Maya: ...Are you okay dad?

Kalis nods as he flicks ash onto the ground. He leans back down over Jethro Hayes, with the last of his tears for the Southern Hero gone Kalis grabs Hayes by the throat.

Simon Kalis: You have betrayed a most sacred Order, Jethro Hayes. You not only interfered with the plans of one of her founding fathers, you all out betrayed him.

Kalis looks at the burning ember of his cigarette and smiles.

Jon McDaniel: Simon, no...

Brian Rentfro: Like he can hear you.

Kalis holds the cigarette over Hayes' face now, smiling proudly.

Simon Kalis: You learn now the punishment for betraying our sacred Order. For we gave you a new life, a new birth. We gave you a new vision for the world, nevermind this company. We shall now take from you what we have given you... Our vision.

Kalis pushes the ember into Jethro Hayes' left eye to the shrieks of everyone in the arena as he grounds it and mashes it in, Hayes wincing in pain but remaining unconscience throughout the ordeal.

Maya: Welcome back, dad.

Kalis gets to his feet and clears his throat.

Masakazu: It's begun.

Kalis nods as he looks down at the badly beaten and burned Jethro Hayes.

Simon Kalis: I fear Hayes may have been right... We are turning, my children... We are turning...

Kalis licks his lips of his own blood and smiles.

Simon Kalis: We do what we must to ensure the survival and prosperity of this company, this is the oath we take as knights of The Order. By any means necassary.

Kalis inhales deeply, smiling eeriely.

Masakazu: Any means.

Maya nods.

Maya: What about Starr and Danielson?

Simon Kalis: They are good men, good friends...

Lucious Starr: Damn straight, we are.

It is at this point that we see Lucious Starr emerging from the shadows now, a satisfied grin on his face. He looks at the damage caused to Jethro Hayes, patting Kalis’ shoulder.

Lucious Starr: You know, Simon, I never understood why you let him into the Order. But now… I feel that we are that much stronger as a group.

Simon Kalis: And as for you, Lucious? Do you remain with the Order? Do you still fight to further our cause?

Lucious Starr: Simon, my friend… You know I would lay down my life for you, my friend. The Order will rise again.

Simon Kalis: And what of Danielson?

It's at this most opportune moment that Danielson walks into the locker room. He's caught off guard and looks at the entire scene before him.

Simon Kalis: Perfect timing...

Danielson looks at Hayes, then at Kalis and nods.

Simon Kalis: You still down, young brother?

Danielson smirks and salutes Kalis.

Joshua Danielson: I'm a man of my word, Simon.

Kalis nods and smiles.

Simon Kalis: You've got a bright future ahead of you, Joshua.

Kalis turns to see Hayes one more time, a look of absolute disgust and disgrace in his face.

Simon Kalis: All Hail The Order of Chaos! It's time to decide who will be our next PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.

Kalis stomps down and salutes Jethro Hayes as he leaves Hayes' locker room. Maya throws her father a striped referee shirt and he puts it on as Maya and Masakazu look back, shaking their heads as they follow suit out of the scene. Danielson takes one more look at Hayes and shakes his head as Lucious bends over Jethro, seemingly laughing, and follows the family Kalis out the door...

Brian Rentfro: So I guess Hayes is out of The Order?

Jon McDaniel: Someone please get help to him right away, please... Kalis is taking things too far tonight Brian, too far...

Brian Rentfro: Obviously it isn't over. Can you believe they're going to let this guy referee the world title match?

Jon McDaniel: God help us all...

Lisa Seldon: Maybe I should phone a doctor or something?

Jon McDaniel: Maybe?

Lisa Seldon: Eh, it was on TV. Someone will have caught it I'm sure. Anyway, onward!

Matt Stone vs Lucious Starr

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first…

The arena is dimmed until only a single beam of light shines on the center of the entrance ramp. The PWA-tron lights up, showing a countdown on the screen. As the countdown begins, one hears the voice of a young child.

(5) Now I lay me down to sleep
(4) I pray the Lord my soul to keep
(3) And if I die before I wake
(2) I pray the Lord my soul to take

The final line during the countdown is spoken by a grown man, running chills down the spines of those watching.

(1) May God have mercy on your soul...

The opening chords to Soundgarden's "Fell on Black Days" begin to play through the arena, a figure making his way onto the ramp. He begins to reach skyward, the anticipation growing. As his fingers touch, pyros shoot from all sides forming a star above his head. Lucious looks to the ring, slowly dropping his arms to his side.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at two hundred and sixty-three pounds...

Lucious walks down the ramp, his eyes fixed on the ring. He reaches out, allowing his hand to touch those of some nearby fans, as he slowly walks down the entrance to the arena.

Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
And Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
Now I'm doing time
Now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on black days
I fell on Black days

Eric Emerson: He is the Beta Warrior of the Pioneer Wrestling Association...

Lisa Seldon: Do you think he realized that he refers to himself as the second best or brightest guy in the PWA?

Brian Rentfro: Not a chance.

Whomsoever I've cured I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled I've put you down
I'm a search light soul they say
But I can't see it in the night
I'm only faking when I get it right
When I get it right
Cause I fell on black days
I fell on Black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate

So what you wanted to see good has made you blind
And what you wanted to be yours has made it mine
So don't you lock up something that you wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking
No, not tying
No, not tying

Lucious stops at the bottom of the ramp, turning his head to each side. He shoots into the ring, sliding to the center as he pushes himself up. He looks to Eric, who nods to the star.

Eric Emerson: He is... Lucious Starr!!

I sure don't mind a change
I sure don't mind a change
Yeah, I said sure dont mind, I sure dont mind the change
I sure dont mind the change
Cos I fell on black days
I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate
If you don’t mind the change

Lucious starts to the northwest corner, raising one arm to the sky. The fans roar in adulation, the Fury of Hades taking it all in. He drops to the mat, turning to ring center, his eyes fixed on the mat.

Eric Emerson: and his opponent…

I came to play!

Matt Stone's theme can be heard in the arena and the crowd begins to show their dissapproval for the 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 Elizabeth 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 Elizabeth.

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

Eric Emerson: "Accompanied to the ring by his personal interviewer Elizabeth, he weighs in at one hundred-ninety pounds, from Ottawa, Ontario Canada. He is the Wrestler of the Year and the PWA World Undisputed Title number one contender. He is… 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 Elizabeth on the outside of the ring and hits the ropes a few times in preparation for his match.

Jon McDaniel: Two top PWA prospects about to go at it…

Lisa Seldon: I’d be hard pushed to say one.

Jon McDaniel: What does that say about your show managing aspects?

Lisa Seldon: That the old saying is true; you can’t polish a turd.

At the sound of the bell the two shoot off into a lock that forces Stone back into the corner. Starr looks to follow up but the referee forces the break and brings the action back to the centre. Stone then shoots again to try and put Starr on the back foot, but the bigger man muscles back and carries the hold to the ropes. The referee moves to break them again but Starr doesn’t seem to into it, forcing the referee to get down between them and giving Stone a clear opportunity to put a thumb in the big mans eye. Starr goes back reeling and Stone puts him on the floor with a leg trip.

Jon McDaniel: Starr seemed to think this would be a battle of speed and power, but it seems he forgot just how tenacious Matt Stone can be at times.

Lisa Seldon: I hope he tenaciously beats him to death with his own shoes.

Brian Rentfro: Not a fan?

Lisa Seldon: You’ll see.

Stone goes down on and hooks up a top-wrist lock, looking to attack the arm that Starr had worked over in his title match, but the bigger man manages to force himself off his back and up sitting to relieve some of the pressure. Stone holds onto the hold but Starr eventually manages to work back to his feet and spin the hold into a wristlock of his own. Starr keeps him at a distance with both hands and tenses up the hold whenever Stone tries to belt him with a right hand. Lucious holds onto the move and keeps him away from the ropes, forcing Stone to shoot for a more involved way out. He begins with a forward roll onto his back and then pops up into a neckbridge. Starr is a little taken a back and so does little to stop the chain as Stone pivots out onto his knees and then sweeps the leg to put Starr on his back. He teases a Kneebar but eventually shoots over his man and finds his arm again, which he takes into a bar across his front while putting his back to Starr to prevent the counter.

Jon McDaniel: A skilled technical flurry from Stone, and the fans appreciate it.

Lisa Seldon: Starr’s millions and millions of fans are turning? Could it be!

Starr tries to stand out of the hold again but Stone leans his weight onto him and refuses before locking his arms into a figure four position around the elbow joint. With the lock in place Stone really begins piling on the pressure, sending Lucious shooting for the ropes. The referee starts the count of five, but a voice over the house mic cuts him off.

Lisa Seldon: Actually, I’ve decided that, in order to spice this match up a bit, I’m going to be adding little rule changes here and there.

Jon McDaniel: I think we see where this is going.

Lisa Seldon: For a start, rope breaks are now illegal. Have fun with that.

The fans boo as Lisa takes a seat again. Meanwhile Stone grasps the opportunity with both hands and bends Starr’s elbow back at a hideous angle. Starr has a hand in the ropes but the referee is powerless to intervene, forcing Starr to go to the eyes in desperation. Matt tries to shrug it off but Starr digs deep into his eyes and forces the break. All the same, the damage is done.

Lisa Seldon: What a cheap move, I expected better from a guy who fancies himself as the next world champion.

Jon McDaniel: Yes, if only he hadn’t been pushed into it.

Lisa Seldon: Just giving the fans what they want.

Jon McDaniel: Corruption?

Lisa Seldon: I would have said intrigue and suspense.

Starr rolls into a corner and tests his arm, but it’s clearly it’s hurting by the way he holds it to his chest. Stone looks to have it in his sights and looks to follow up as they start off again. Stone shoots and comes up with a single leg that he manages to push back into the corner, and with no rope breaks he’s free to hold him there. Stone then lands a few shoulder charges before pulling Lucious down with a Snapmare. Starr tries to stand up but Stone catches his arm as he does and twists it into an Arm-Levered Dragon Screw.

Lisa Seldon: Actually, if this is Matt’s gameplan, then this stipulation I put in place isn’t going to help Luscious there at all.

Jon McDaniel: Funny. And it’s Lucious.

Lisa Seldon: Not when I pay the guy printing the posters it isn’t.

Starr struggles with the pain but manages to catch Stone rising with a shoulder into the gut and then drives him back into the corner. Starr then winds up and clocks him with an Elbow from his good arm to leave Stone dazed, before he whips him into the opposite corner. Stone hits the buckles hard but manages to regain his composure just in time to get his legs up to block. Unfortunately, Starr stops himself in time and catches one of Stone’s legs in mind air, which he uses to pull him out of the ropes. Starr drops to a knee and lets Matt crack his back across it. Matt bounces back to his feet and gets caught with and gets walked into a Downward Spiral that splatters his face across the mat. He flips him for the cover.



And Stone shoots out an arm.

Brian Rentfro: Matt Stone is out but Lucious is still hard on the offensive.

Lisa Seldon: He can certainly take a beating, which is good ‘cause he’ll need to the way this is going to go for him.

Lucious pulls Matt to his feet and sends him to the ropes. He then shoots for an elbow on the turn but Matt ducks it and catches his ad arm in the process, jerking it to slow himself down before putting a knee up into it and falling back to shatter the joint on the landing. Starr is hurt as he goes back, while Matt Stone keeps on him, tying his arms up and dragging him into a La Magistral.


Lisa Seldon: Wait wait, hold up. I was kinda enjoying the flow you had going there. So from now on, this is a submissions match.

Stone shakes his head as he gets back to his feet while dragging Starr to his knees.

Brian Rentfro: So basically, you’re forcing Matt Stone to injure him as much as possible.

Lisa Seldon: Pretty much.

Jon McDaniel: This is a farce.

Lisa Seldon: No Jon, it’s a lesson in who you should and should not fuck with.

Stone holds out Starr’s arm and then tears through it with a kick that sends Starr retreating to the ropes. He finds his feet again and answers Stone with a chop from his good arm, but it doesn’t have the sting it should, allowing Stone to step up with an Armdrag. Matt gets Lucious onto his back and swings his legs over for a Juji-Gatame, but Starr claps both his hands to prevent the lock. Stone does his best to force the hold onto position, wrenching with one arm while landing unanswered punches with the other, but Starr manages to roll back onto his feet. Matt Stone hangs in and almost looks to score the move, but Starr uses a strong hand hold to get Stone into the air and then drive him down on his head to break it up.

Jon McDaniel: A big counter by Starr to get out of that dangerous position and put Stone out for the count.

Lisa Seldon: Oh no, Matt Stone is in trouble, my plan is ruined!

Brian Rentfro: You’re all heart.

Starr wastes no time in getting Matt up and then planting him with a face-to-face Atomic Drop. Matt drops back into the ropes and Starr does the same, blasting him in the chest with a Clothesline as they get back together. Matt goes down and Starr hits the parallel ropes the come back with a big Legdrop that knocks the wind out of his opponent, and would give him a shot at the cover if he could take it. Starr scowls to the direction of Lisa, currently giving a wave in return, as he drags Stone off the mat and looks to get him up for his Standing King Crab, but he struggles with only one arm, allowing Matt to fight him off. Stone then fires off a kick from the side that rattles Starr’s bad arm, but Starr answers back with an elbow in kind.

Jon McDaniel: The match is starting to break down here.

Lisa Seldon: Fine by me.

Matt rips off another kick that has Starr seething, but he fights through the pain with another elbow of his own that puts Stone back into the ropes. He however comes back with a third kick against the arm with enough force to put Starr on his knees. Matt then starts working the arm with a relentless barrage of kicks before hitting the ropes for a big finish, but as he comes back, Lucious steps back to his feet and forces himself to catch a kick in his bad side. Matt Stone struggles to fight free, but Starr drags him in and, through gritted teeth, hefts him up into a cradle and then wraps his good arm around Stone’s neck to begin choking the life out of him. Stone begins fighting his way out, but he needn’t waste his time.

Lisa Seldon: Actually, there’s been a bit too much submission wrestling in this match and I think we need to mix it up a little. From now on, this match will be decided by pinfalls only.

Lucious Starr’s fans are up in arms at the decision, and even more so when Matt uses the break in pace to force Starr over into a Small Package.



Jon McDaniel: And Starr just breaks free at the last second to keep himself in a match that has pretty much become a farce.

Lisa Seldon: Only pretty much a farce? I’d say you’re being too kind to me.

Brian Rentfro: On the downside, you’ve effectively made all the arm work by Matt Stone useless.

Lisa Seldon: Yeah, but that’s fine, I’m not exactly a big fan of his either.

Both men jump to their feet with Matt Stone catching Starr with a kick as he gets up. Matt then runs to the ropes but Lucious comes in just after him, and blasts the number one contender with a back elbow on the rebound. Matt Stone looks woozy and seems to be easy pickings as Starr hooks him under arm. He drops him first across his knee and then plummets to the mat, crushing him with a big Sidewalk Slam.



And Matt Stone puts out an arm to save the match. Starr is hungry now though, and gets Matt onto his feet again and then heaves him onto his shoulders from behind. The fans are on their feet as he sets up for Hells Fury.

Jon McDaniel: If he hits this it’s all over.

Brian Rentfro: Unless someone changes the rules to make it illegal.

Lisa Seldon: Have I painted myself in that bad a light.

Brian Rentfro: Kinda.

Lisa Seldon: Well, I don’t need to take this from my staff, I’m out of here.

Lisa bounces out of her chair and takes up a place by the ring apron. Meanwhile Starr takes his base and pushes Matt into the air, but Stone reacts and catches his bad arm on the fall, using it to pull him into an Armdrag. The fall jerks his arm badly but Lucious fights through it and onto his feet again. He comes at him with a knee to double Stone over and then quickly whips him up with a Powerbomb before his arm can give out, but Stone tags him with a few right hands at the apex and then drops back into a Hurricanrana. Starr goes across the ring and Stone comes up facing the PWA General Manager, who slides a metal pipe into the ring in front of him.

Lisa Seldon: Oh yeah, now it’s no disqualifications.

Lucious comes up and runs right into a weapon shot in the gut to double him over. Stone then shows his complete disregard for his opponent and doesn’t hesitate to drive the pipe down across his spine. Starr goes down in pain while Matt winds up again with another big shot that puts him on the deck. He reaches a hand over to clutch his back, prompting Stone to belt him again. Meanwhile Lisa makes her way into the ring.

Lisa Seldon: That’s right man, no DQ, no count out, no chance and no hope for you at all. What a shame that your chance of redemption is going to end so miserably.

Matt drops blows with the pipe from all angles before he and Lisa stoop down to help Starr back to his feet. Lisa then pushes him off to Matt who drags him down into the Combo Breaker for good measure. It’s all a little academic now as he goes for the pin.




And the referee calls for the bell.

Eric Emerson: Your winner… Matt Stone!

Matt Stone is on his feet and looking pretty pleased with the state of Lucious as he stands over him with his hands in the air. The referee moves in for the obligatory hand raise while Lisa gives him a polite little clap. The fans meanwhile have other ideas, and rain boos and jeers down on both of them.

Jon McDaniel: Well if nothing else, at least this mugging is over.

Brian Rentfro: Wouldn’t be so sure Jon.

Matt milks their reaction, putting it all on him while he stands on the ropes and goads them on. He loses interest quickly enough though and ditches the ring for the ramp. Elizabeth gets in step beside him as they leave the scene. Lisa on the other hand is still inside, and pushes the referee aside as she takes a few steps around the fallen competitor. The mic is at her lips again.

Lisa Seldon: You know Lucious; I’m not normally a vindictive person… or at least I try not to be, unless your name is Riona Langly.

A little shrug and a smile to herself as she puts a foot against Starr’s head to kick him back to the ground.

Lisa Seldon: Why if anything, I’d say I’d actually mellowed since taking over this company. I’ve let a lot of things go where I think a more firm hand would have intervened, because I want to give my stars a chance to let a little creativity flow into what they do. I might have pushed a few people to act at times as well, but it was always under the intention of just pushing people toward what they wanted. You were one of those people, Lucious.

She punctuates her point with a foot through his ribs. At least she got his name right for once.

Lisa Seldon: I saw that you were hungry for another shot at the title, and so when the time was right, you were going to get it.

Another swift kick in the side before she steps away.

Lisa Seldon: On the whole, I’d say I was actually quite a fair and easy going boss. The only problem is that I still seem to have a bit of a vicious streak which seems to surface whenever people threaten my life. Bit of a character flaw I know, but after a number of well publicized incidents in my career, I take every little threat very seriously… even when they come from lowly little peasants like you.

Lisa drops down on top of Starr and pulls a damp mess of hair out of his face, bloodied from the attack.

Lisa Seldon: You’re not a person; you’re a fucking puppet, paid to do exactly what I say. The very idea that I recognize you at all should be a blessing, and when I do something to help you, you accept it with open arms like the grateful little nothing you are.

She grabs a handful of his hair and drags his head off the mat and forces it to hers.

Lisa Seldon: To think I gave you a gift, a gave you a chance to prove yourself ready to jump back into the upper leagues, just to have you spit it back in my face. Well no more. From now on, you’re not Kalis’ bitch, you’re mine. And you will do exactly what I say, when I say it and with a smile on your face. And if you talk to me like you did again you vile little waste of flesh, I will have your fucking head as a paperweight on my desk.

She dumps him back to the canvas and clambers back to her feet.

Lisa Seldon: Consider this a harsh lesson in your worth to me. And remember, I’m not just your boss, I’m Lisa Seldon, and between these ropes, I’m your motherfucking God.

And she stamps on his face and grinds it beneath her shoe. Blood seeps out from an ever growing puncture down his face as he drops dead to the world.

Brian Rentfro: Guess he hit a nerve.

Jon McDaniel: Seems like it.

Lisa gives him a smile and then a wave to her fans before he part from the ring. A shot of Starr, totally motionless, is the last we see.

Focus Dear Sister

The PWatron lights up with the image of the Cowgirls From Hell sitting in their locker room. They have a leather couch set up, and a big mirror on the adjacent wall. Meghan is bandaged up now as well as Tamika. Tamika sits down beside Meghan and Meghan stares blankly at the wall.

TNS: Meghan, there’s nothing we can do. It’s obvious this is what Simon wanted. You know dad, his anger gets the best of him. Simon knew this as well. Kalis fears us Meghan. His motto is that of a new prisoner. Attack the biggest meanest son of a bitch in the PWA. He wasn’t here so he targeted us.

Meghan stands up slowly. She grabs the lamp on the side table and whips it against the mirror. Tamika sighs, and leans back into the couch staring at her sister and tag team partner.

TNS: Feel better now? Get it all out of you?

Meghan doesn’t answer.

TNS: Focus Meghan. We are the pre main event. We are taking on a couple of guys who are no fucking slouches by any means. After that, we’ll get Maya and Mazakaz.

This time Meghan speaks.

MNS: No, after that dad will get Simon…

Switch back to ringside to Jon and Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Girls are looking pretty hot again, even with bandages.

Jon McDaniel: What worries me is the fact they are worried to about what could happen tonight. This isn’t good Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Stop being such a pussy Jon.

Team Frontline II Turbo vs The Cowgirls From Hell ©

PWA World Tag Team Title Match

Both teams were even to start, with only a minor advantage for the CFH when they began singling out PWA newcomer Hiro Takawa. Tamika gained the lead with her speed and Hiro's wishes to not strike her, which then faded as Laz tagged himself in, proving on both Strader sisters why he is considered the Best Striker in PWA History. The rest of the match was fairly even, with F2T surprising the champs with their in-ring experience advantage and the CFH bringing the fight to both men on the outside time and time again. In the end, though, Tamika took Lazarus out of the equation following her trademark Cyanide on the outside of the ring through a table, and, in the ring, Meghan reversed Hiro's Taka Nadare into a brutally stiff version of her finisher of choice, My Friend of Misery, for the win.

Winners: The Cowgirls From Hell

Riona Langly vs Johnny Maverick

PWA Undisputed World Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Undisputed WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

This gets a huge pop from the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: After a long and crazy night, here we are. Time for Maverick to claim his place, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I'd say that Riona will probably have something to say about that, Brian.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the Special Guest Referee for this contest...

"The Blood of Chuchalainn" hits the sound systems and the fans begin to cheer loudly.

Eric Emerson: Introducing, representing The Order of Chaos... SIMON KALIS!

Kalis steps out from behind the curtains, carrying the PWA Undisputed World title in both hands- not on his shoulder or around his waist. He hops up onto the apron and gets into the ring with dead emotion, blood still covering his face and hands. Emerson backs away for a moment.

Brian Rentfro: Can't believe they trusted this lunatic with the title.

Jon McDaniel: At least he's being respectful by not acting as if he owns it, holding it outward with both hands.

Eric Emerson: Introducing, the first competitor...

### 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 at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.

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

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.

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

Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.

### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###

Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

Brian Rentfro: Riona's got that look of determination in her eyes.

Jon McDaniel: Everyone will remember that it was Riona Langly who defeated then World Champion Raizzor at Genesis X to capture her first World title. I'm sure she looks forward to repeating this evening against Johnny Maverick.

Riona looks at the title and then at Kalis, saying something inaudible to him. He merely nods in understanding, focused on the entrance ramp. Riona turns her attention now to as...

Eric Emerson: And the other challenger....

The heavy, rock version of "Lapdance" by N.E.R.D hits and the crowd jumps into a furious chorus of boos as Johnny Maverick steps out from behind the curtains with his arms raised.

Eric Emerson: He stands in at 6'2 tall and weighs 210 pounds... Hailing from Washingtdon, D.C....

Maverick begins to make his way to the ring as Riona takes a corner, staring him down intently as he circles the ring. Kalis remains in the middle of the ring, still facing the entrance ramp with a dead look in his eyes as Maverick slides into the ring.


Maverick grabs Kalis by the shoulder and turns him around to go face to face, and he says his peace to the special guest referee. Riona steps forward but Kalis raises a hand to keep them seperated as he looks to Emerson and nods. Kalis shows both Riona Langly and Johnny Maverick the world title before raising it in the air and then handing it to Emerson to take with him out of the ring. Kalis motions and


Maverick and Riona jump each other immediately, exchanging heavy lefts and rights in an all out brawl. Maverick uses his size and reach to grab Riona by the chest and hold her back with his left arm as he knocks her in the face with his right hand. Riona doesn't stand for this long as she pushes herself back further, inviting Maverick to attempt a snap clothesline which backfires as Riona brings up a knee, tripping him over. Instantly she starts stomping on his neck, but Maverick grabs her by the legs and takes her down to the canvas with him. He pushes himself onto her back and locks in a Boston Crab, pushing back to add more and more pressure. Riona shakes her head, refusing to tap out. Strangely, she begins to laugh as Maverick applies further pressure by leaning into the submission move. He yells at Kalis, but Kalis leans against the ropes facing towards Maverick. Finally he goes around to check on Riona and she tells him, quite bluntly, FUCK NO I'M NOT QUITTING! Kalis smirks as he steps back, not calling for Maverick to release the hold. Maverick drags Riona further into the middle of the ring now, but she can't seem to find the leg strength to get free.

Brian Rentfro: The Final Boss proving why he's the best there is today in the PWA right now folks!

Jon McDaniel: Isn't it routine for a referee to begin a ten count on the submission hold? He isn't stopping this.

Kalis checks on Riona again, she still maintains her composure as Maverick maintains the hold. It's already been over a minute when finally Kalis looks Maverick in the eyes and begins counting to ten. Maverick releases the hold and drops himself back, his elbow hitting Riona Langly in the lower back as he does so. Riona quickly rolls away and jumps to her feet, lunging at Maverick and crashing her elbow into his throat. Maverick stumbles back into the corner and Riona unleashes ONE CHOP! TWO CHOPS! THREE CHOPS! FOUR CHOPS! FIVE CHOPS! She's lighting Maverick's chest ON FIRE with them until she jumps up onto the middle rope, grabbing Maverick's head and dropping back with a supremely executed DDT. Langly drops her elbow on Maverick now, but onto the back of his neck hard. She locks in a sleeper hold, ravaging Maverick's neck now. Johnny tries to bite her arm and he does, but Riona only laughs at his attempts to get free. Maverick has both his arms extended outward trying to use his size to push both Riona and him to the ropes. Kalis checks on Maverick but Maverick pushes Kalis out of the way so he can get to the ropes. Kalis steps back as Maverick finally grabs the ropes, and Riona wraps her legs around him now with the sleeper hold still on. Now however, she's got all her body into it as she drives back, pulling on Maverick as his face joins his chest in redness. Maverick has one hand on the ropes and is pointing to it for Kalis to see. Kalis simply stares blankly at Maverick for a moment before demanding Riona release the hold. She does not let go however, and Kalis begins a count. 1, 2, 3, 4... She still remains relentless and Maverick's grip on the bottom rope is slipping. Finally Kalis grabs Riona and rips her off of Maverick, pushing her back and checking to make sure Maverick is okay.

Jon McDaniel: That was... Unexpected.

Brian Rentfro: Riona was a god damn MONSTER with that sleeper hold. I never thought I'd see an extreme and violent sleeper hold, but if anyone was to ever pull it off well... It'd be her, of course.

Riona is already on her feet, and she bounces off the ropes at the opposite end of the ring and flies forward nailing Maverick in the back of the head and neck with a missile drop kick. Maverick hits the canvas, caught unaware and Riona quickly hooks the leg for a pin.




She looks at Kalis and doesn't complain at all, instead lifting Maverick up by his hair and slamming his face down against the canvas once more. The Final Boss has had enough as he rolls onto his shoulders, locking Riona Langly in his legs between his knees and slamming her forward onto the canvas catching her completely off guard. Johnny Maverick jumps to his feet and begins stomping down on her lower back before tying her legs up in a sharpshooter this time. However before any damage can be done Riona already has both her hands on the bottom ropes. Kalis pauses for a moment, taking time out to light a cigarette before approaching Johnny Maverick about breaking the hold. Maverick spits in Kalis' face and laughs a big NO as he uses the opportunity to lean back, and with Riona holding onto the ropes it adds even more undue pressure to the move. Kalis approaches Maverick again about releasing the hold, demanding it this time but Maverick spits again in Kalis' face. Kalis grabs Maverick and forcefully rips him off of Riona, throwing him to the canvas and backing up.

Brian Rentfro: Don't think Maverick is happy about that.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis could've disqualified him, he should be thankful especially given he spat in his face twice. Not a good way to go given the circumstances.

Kalis checks on Riona and she pushes him back, telling him she's okay. Maverick is already running back and as Riona gets to his feet Kalis sticks out a leg before Maverick can make a move, tripping him to the canvas. Riona gets angry and steps up to Kalis, warning him to back off from interfering. Kalis points to the spit on his face as he wipes it off but then backs up, sliding out of the ring. Maverick's up and he rolls Riona back up, Kalis puts his hand into the ring and




Maverick shakes his head as he gets to his feet, cussing out Kalis on the outside. Riona uses the distraction to her advantadge and grabs Maverick from behind, spinning him around and landing a reverse spinning neckbreaker on the Final Boss, once more focusing on his spinal area and neck. Riona remains relentless, getting up quick and dropping back with a leg drop. Maverick bites into her leg and she rolls away for a moment in slight pain. Maverick is up quickly and onto the attack. He gets Riona, BAM! Lands a heavy hitting Bronco Buster on the First Apostle. Maverick continues as he begins using an abdominal stretch to further weaken the lower body of Riona Langly. He lets go after a few moments and drops another heavy elbow onto Riona's lower back before raking it. Riona seethes from the unorthodox attack as Maverick with an enziguri kick spins her head around on the canvas. Maverick lifts her up and to the astonishment of the crowd hits a blizzard suplex on Riona Langly. Maverick continues but Riona with a comeback as she catapults him into Simon Kalis as he gets into the ring. Kalis hits the canvas and Riona grabs Maverick from behind, hitting a belly to back suplex with all her strength to the adulation of the crowd. Once more Maverick lands harshly on his neck, and Riona goes for the cover only to see Kalis is still down and unable to make the count. She decides to hold Maverick down with one arm, and slams her elbow repeatedly into his throat as she does so. Kalis gets to his feet and Riona hooks the legs.




Riona sighs deeply as she gets to her feet. Maverick is also up and goes for a missile dropkick which Riona soundly avoids by ducking and rolling away. Maverick hits the canvas hard and Riona hops herself onto the top rope, springboarding off and landing a super elbow right into Maverick's neck once again. Riona is up and so is Maverick. Maverick with a left catches Riona stiff in the jaw. Riona ducks a left and then lands a spinning mule kick on Maverick who stumbles back momentarily. Just enough time to allow Riona to land a vicious jawbreaker on Johnny Maverick. Maverick is phased for a moment as he reverses a move by Riona which ends up turning into a pump handle slam by Maverick laying Riona flat out. It's at this point from the crowd we see a number of Hoodie Ninjas appear, all hopping the barricade and surrounding the ring. Maverick lifts Riona up and irish whips her right into Kalis but Kalis dodges in time to only fall on his ass as Riona bounces off the ropes and flies up landing a super elbow to Maverick's throat once again.

Jon McDaniel: This doesn't look good, does it Brian?

Brian Rentfro: I know! I can't believe she keeps using her elbow like that! Ugh! Get up Johnny!

Jon McDaniel: What?! No! I was talking about the group of about twenty hoodie ninjas encircling the ring like sharks in water!

Brian Rentfro: Ohhhhhh... yeah.

Kalis warns Maverick inside the ring about the hoodie ninjas but as he is two ninjas are already sliding into the ring and they spear Kalis from behind into the corner. Maverick with a roundhouse kick to the back of Kalis' head sends him to the canvas as Riona watches from the corner. She lashes out, ROARING ELBOWS ALL AROUND! ONE NINJA, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE! They begin crawling in from the woodwork and Riona manhandles each of them with devastating roaring elbows sending them right back where they came from. Out of no where, BARREL ROLL ON RIONA LANGLY! The crowd is in an UPROAR OF BOOS as two hoodie ninjas drag the downed Simon Kalis over as Maverick hooks the leg, the Ninjas using Kalis' arm to make the count!


Maverick looks up shocked at the two hoodie ninjas and then back at Riona who grabs him by the throat and pushes him off of her. One of the ninjas goes for Riona but Kalis trips him by the leg. Maverick goes to clothesline Kalis but he ducks and Maverick unintentionally knocks out one of his hoodie ninjas. Kalis throws his arm up and calls for the bell.


The bell sounds out and everyone stops. Riona seems livid as she turns to face Kalis.

Jon McDaniel: Is it over? Who's won?

Brian Rentfro: This is why you can't trust gangsters to be unbiased officials.

There is a series of flashes of cameras from the massive crowd as Kalis hops onto the outside and approaches the ring announcer. Eric Emerson looks puzzled as Kalis whispers instructions into his ears. Both Riona Langly and Johnny Maverick stand at the ropes trying to figure out what's happening.

Eric Emerson: This match will continue as soon as the Hoodie Ninjas are removed from ringside. The official has stated if they are not, this match will be declared a no contest and NO ONE shall capture the Undisputed World Championship.

Riona and Johnny both look livid, for different reasons as Kalis finally shows emotion while wielding the power to decide the outcome of this match, throwing winks and grins all around. Kalis reaches into his belt and pulls out two 9mm pistols and aims them directly at the hoodie ninjas, instructing them to leave ringside. Kalis herds them into one single unit and then escorts them at gun point to the back.

Brian Rentfro: Well... Uhhh... I guess it continues?

Jon McDaniel: Pretty persuasive in keeping this a fair tilt I'd say, hah.

Brian Rentfro: That's why they're called peacekeepers, Jon.


Maverick and Langly look at each other for a moment before all hell breaks loose! Maverick and Riona exchange lefts and rights, rights and lefts, uppercuts and takedown attempts to a draw until Riona kicks Mav's right knee from under him. Riona with a crazy knife edge chops! One chop, two chops, three chops, four chops! She whips him into the corner turnbuckle and leaps forward with a snap superkick right into Maverick's chin, sending his head snapping back and hitting the top turnbuckle. Maverick stumbles forward and hits the canvas dazed as Riona backs away, stalking Maverick and waiting for him to get to his feet. Kalis slides into the ring now finally as Maverick gets to his feet and is immediately met with THE DETONATOR! The crowd is electric as Riona Langly quickly hooks both legs for the pin.

Brian Rentfro: What's going on?!

Jon McDaniel: Kalis is shaking his head. He's not going to make the count!

Brian Rentfro: Ahhhh hahaha! Another betrayl! This is a dramatic rollercoaster!

Riona waits, as the crowd makes the count for her and then boos. Riona gets to her feet and shoves Kalis back, demanding why he didn't make the count. Kalis doesn't say a word as he points to Maverick who's getting to his feet. Maverick low blows Riona in the crotch and she keels forward and stumbles into the middle of the ring. Maverick smiles at Kalis, and Kalis back at him as he grabs ahold of Riona.


Maverick laughs as he hooks both the legs, going for the pinfall cover....


Jon McDaniel: What the hell?

Kalis looks on, still smiling as he then jolts himself back, flipping through the air and landing on the canvas holding his face as if he'd been seriously hit. The crowd can't believe what's happening, some laughing, some cheering. Maverick is clearly LIVID as he slaps his hand against the canvas. Maverick gets to his feet as Kalis does and both men stare each other down. Kalis and Maverick both begin laughing hysterically with each other to the confusion of the crownd until he goes for Kalis, Kalis quickly rolls out of the ring and flips him the finger as he takes a seat at the announcers table. Maverick follows Kalis around, cussing him out as Riona Langly gets back to her feet and realizes what's just happened.

Brian Rentfro: Just what the heck are you doing?

Simon Kalis: I've made an executive decision for the entertainment and enjoyment of everyone watching at home! This match will end when someone has been knocked the fuck out, gentlemen. These people want BLOOD, gentlemen! There is a debt that has to be paid, and the only currency in our world is blood! We gave you ORDER! Now we give you CHAOS!

Jon McDaniel: You're a lunatic. So this is what? Like a Last Man Standing?

Simon Kalis: Or woman. Speaking of which...

ROARING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF JOHNNY MAVERICKS HEAD! Maverick flips over the top rope and onto the ground outside in confusion as Riona throws herself between the ropes with a suicide plancha onto Maverick. Maverick is caught off guard but he counters with an elbow strike to Riona's head before using his knee to wrench her over by striking her in the gut. The Final Boss smashes Riona's face against the announcers table not once! Not twice! Not even thrice! But FOUR VICIOUS blows to the head with the table as the weapon before Riona jumps back with kick, elbow in flight. Maverick grabs her as she does this and suplexes her right onto the ground once again. He begins laying in a vicious combo of kicks, back and forth and almost dancelike in his execution as Riona Langly reels from the attacks, putting up her arms to block them as he goes for her face. Maverick switches it up and begins laying the shots into her chest and stomach and so Riona brings her knees up to block that area of her body as well. Maverick searches underneath the ring for something, anything which gives Riona ample time to recover. Maverick pulls out a duffle bag which he opens up upside down, which leads to a number of thumbtacks falling all over the ground on the outside. What he fails to catch is Riona springboarding herself off the apron and latching onto him. Maverick wobbles around, struggling to get Riona off of his neck as she holds on, her left arm wrapped around his upper body as she drives her elbow repeatedly into his collar bone and neck. Maverick tries to rip her arm off and he succeeds, but Riona quickly counters and brings her knees up against the back of his head. She pushes forward, forcing Maverick to the ground and driving his face into the thumbtacks as she grinds both her knees into the back of his neck. The crowd is going wild as Riona places her hands on his shoulders, jumping up and a little forward to bring her knees down over the back of his neck, grinding his face deeper into the thickly scattered thumbtacks!

Brian Rentfro: Dear God, the PWA's Sex Symbol is having his face torn apart right now!

Jon McDaniel: Isn't the use of weapons not allowed in this match?

Simon Kalis: Says who?

Jon McDaniel: The rules!

Simon Kalis: Nigga I'm makin' the rules tonight. Sit down, shut the *beep* up and enjoy some unadulterated violence with us.

Brian Rentfro: Haha! You should officiate every match.

Simon Kalis: If I keep my million dollar salary, sure.

Riona is catching her breath for a moment as she disappears beneath the ring. Maverick stumbles to his feet, using the announcers table to bring himself up. He spits blood at Kalis' face, who in turn smiles and continues smoking his cigarette. Maverick begins pulling the thumbtacks from his face one by one as the fans jeer and boo him mockingly, a stream of blood running down his face. Riona reappears at the other end of the ring now, a trash can rolling out from beneath the ring before she does as well with a railroad spike. She waves to Maverick and he scrambles, but Kalis takes out a clip from his 9mm and throws Maverick the gun. Riona is already on the apron and she's running full speed. She comes flying off and swings right for Maverick's neck, a kill strike! Maverick jumps up to dodge and pistol whips Riona across the face as her spike strikes him right into his shoulder and upper left arm. Both of them crumble to the ground outside as the fans go nuts. Kalis stands up from his seat and begins the ten count.


Neither of them seem to be moving at this point.


Maverick grabs his bleeding face and notices that his arm and shoulder are too now bleeding.


Riona wipes some blood off of her face, the barrel of the pistol having cut her open on impact.


Brian Rentfro: Why'd you give Maverick a gun? Don't you want him to lose?


Jon McDaniel: That was strange.


Simon Kalis: Well Riona had a crazy bat thing. I have to ensure fairness and equality, so...


Riona is up on her feet and slides into the ring, negating the count for her.


Maverick is to his feet, wobbly, but on his feet now. He sees Riona standing now in the ring and reaches in, grabbing her by her ankles and pushing her down onto the canvas. Maverick quickly hops onto the apron and the springboards himself over the top rope and lands an asai moonsault with sickening devastation on Langly. Maverick rolls himself back to his feet and baseball slides into Riona's face, pushing her right back out of the ring. Maverick heads to the top rope and follows up quickly with a senton splash that shakes the ground as he lands directly on Riona. Riona winces as thumbtacks drive into her back from the crushing impact of the pound for pound much heavier Johnny Maverick. Maverick gets to his feet and stomps down on Riona's chest before picking her up by her hair and pushing her back into the ring. He slides into the ring and Riona spins herself, sweeping Maverick's legs out from beneath him. He falls next to her, his head near her feet and Riona brings her leg up and then down hard over Maverick's neck. She's on her feet now but so is Maverick. Riona throws her elbow out but Maverick catches her, and hits a double snap suplex! Maverick stands over Riona and smiles as he kneels forward, but Riona eye gouges him as he gets close and he steps back. Riona's up, Japanese Arm Drag and Maverick flips down and hits the canvas hard.

Jon McDaniel: This is a lot of back and forth, I honestly can't predict a winner.

Brian Rentfro: Maverick. He's a man, it's time for a man to rule this company again. Wouldn't you say so Simon?

Simon Kalis: I can't say one way or another, my job is to be impartial here.

Brian Rentfro: You're doing your job by sitting here with us?

Simon Kalis: Watch.

Riona waits for Maverick to get up and nails a vicious savat kick to the side of his head. Maverick bounces off the ropes and lands a stunning Tornado punch on Riona, sending her spinning and right into a roundhouse kick from Johnny Maverick. Kalis gets off of his seat with the announcers and grabs two steel chairs with him. He slides them into the ring and then gets into the ring himself. Maverick looks on curiously as Kalis sets one up in a corner and takes a seat, using the other one to bang on the canvas. As Riona gets up Kalis throws the second chair into the middle of the ring and points to it.

Brian Rentfro: What a genius!

Jon McDaniel: He's bringing them weapons now? Good Lord!

Both Riona and Johnny are still bleeding somewhat as they rush to get the chair. Maverick gets to it first but only because Riona stopped to let him. He gets to his feet and as he does Riona crashes through him, smashing the chair into his face via a shiveringly hard elbow. Maverick lets go and is slow to get up as Riona springboards herself off with a corkscrew leg drop right onto the back of his neck as he gets to his feet. Riona then picks up the chair and begins viciously smashing it against the back of Mavericks head as Kalis stands up. She finally stops and leans against the ropes as Kalis begins a ten count.





Maverick springs to his feet and back into life out of no where. Riona moves quickly but Maverick clotheslines her down to the canvas. She's up again but he clotheslines her again. Maverick moves quickly now, doing a triple jump moonsault right onto Riona Langly. He picks her up by her hair and lifts her into position, piledriving her onto the chair in the ring. He doesn't let go as he lifts her up again, still holding her as he drops her down a second time in the piledriver over the chair. The crowd boos and screams as Maverick lifts her up one more time, but Riona grabs onto Maverick's pants and flips herself up inbetween his legs and using the momentum of the flip pushes herself up and lands a vicious facebuster onto the chair with Maverick. Maverick rolls away and out of the ring, and she follows suit on the opposite end. Maverick goes underneath the ring and pulls out a table, setting it up near the entrance ramp before searching for more weapons. Riona finds a long chain and begins wrapping her right arm entirely in it. Kalis stands in the ring clapping joyously as Maverick places chrome knuckles onto his hands, chained together for that added badass effect. Riona grabs her railroad spike once more and slides into the ring as Maverick joins her with a sledgehammer in his hands. Kalis steps aside as the two rush each other and swing. The sledgehammer meets the spike and Maverick tries overpowering Riona as he pushes down with both hands firmly gripped on the hammers edge. Riona uses both hands as well as she pushes back, but finally Maverick kicks her in the gut and she stumbles back. Maverick takes a hard swing and hits Riona dead in the head. The side of her head begins to bleed as she hits the canvas seemingly knocked out. Maverick lines up another swing but Kalis steps in and stops him before beginning the count.


Maverick looks at Riona now, as she lays motionless and bleeding on the canvas.


He then looks at the sledgehammer, before looking at Kalis from behind.


Maverick drops the sledgehammer and raises his hand, belief in victory assured.


Kalis kneels down concerned as Riona looks half dead from the strike, she begins to move however.


Riona begins to crawl and Kalis stands back out of Mavericks way.


Maverick wraps his chained knuckles around Riona's neck and pulls back in a submission maneuver now as Riona had begin to stand up, effectively ending the count at 6 and a half. Riona is bleeding and choking as Maverick pulls back hard. Maverick lets go and begins letting off a series of combination punches to Riona's head, targeting her open wound now. Riona reaches forward and grabs the railroad spike, throwing it back and smashing it over Maverick's head. He stumbles back dazed and falls over as Riona turns herself around and throws a kick out straight into Maverick's face pushing him away. Maverick isn't having it though as he gets to his feet first and walks away, picking up the sledgehammer once more. He lays in wait for Riona to finally get to her feet and as he swings she sidesteps him and ducks the heavy attack. REALITY CHECK! Maverick hits the canvas hard as Riona superkicks him in the chin and sends him down. She wobbles back and forth a bit, obviously dizzy from the initial hit with the sledgehammer. Riona lines him up like a World Cup shootout and soccer kicks Maverick in the skull not once, not twice but thrice before stepping back and holding her bleeding head for a moment. She heads to the top rope but not before placing one steel chair under Maverick and the other over his head, before she launches herself off the top rope with a flying elbow drop right onto his head. She sandwhiches Maverick's head between the two chairs before rolling over, half way to hell as they both lay motionless in the ring. Kalis begins the ten count.


Jon McDaniel: Riona is going to need serious medical attention. She looks badly hurt.


Brian Rentfro: She's lucky Kalis stepped in to stop Maverick from hitting her again. She could've honestly died from a second blunt force trauma blow to the head like that.


Jon McDaniel: That's very true, Brian.


Maverick moves first and gets to his feet using the ropes.


Riona rolls all the way to the other end of the ring and begins getting to her feet. Maverick rushes to Riona but she ducks behind him, landing one more elbow shot to the back of Mavericks neck as he hits the corner turnbuckle. Riona begins to climb up top with Maverick, and she uses all her strength to set him up on the top rope instead of the middle rope. The fans are all on their feet as Riona screams, throwing both herself and Maverick off the top rope and THROUGH THE TABLE WITH DEVOLUTION! The crowd is going nuts as Riona gets to her feet and slides into the ring, laying on the canvas and breathing heavily as Maverick lays in a wreck on the outside of the ring. Kalis looks around as he begins another ten count.








Riona finally struggles to get herself to her feet, but Maverick remains motionless on the outside of the ring.





Riona collapses back to her knees as Kalis calls for the bell and grabs the World title from ringside.


Kalis lifts Riona up and hands her the world title with a smile, raising her hand in the air as he does so. Riona grabs onto the title and steps away, raising it back in the air as Maverick finally gets up on the outside in shock and disappointment. Kalis extends a hand to Riona as she throws the title over her shoulder and they shake hands. Maverick laughs hysterically as he raises his arms in the air on his way to the backstage area, quickly followed by Kalis. Riona remains in the ring celebrating with the PWA Undisputed Championship in her hands.

Blood Feud

The PWAtron lights up, the show is supposed to be over but the fans stay put as they watch what’s unfolding just outside the Hall. Some are brave and head there now to watch it up and close and personal. Its The Order of Chaos standing at the entrance gate, opposite to them is Scott Nash Strader, standing behind him the Cowgirls From Hell, and five charters of Bandido MC members. Everyone is armed; from baseball bats, to hand guns to shotguns. Kalis stands at the forefront of his crew, a Desert Eagle in his hand with a smile across his face. He walks forward, making Strader do the same. On the PWAtron the fans inside see Simon and Scott meeting, faces an inch away from each other. Out in the parking lot, Maya and Mazakazu are on either side of Simon, Scott’s daughters the same to him. The rest of the Order stands behind them staring at the legion of outlaw bikers.

Jon McDaniel: Boy glad I didn’t to go my car.

Brian Rentfro: I can’t believe you took my keys!

Scott holds up his right hand, signalling his army to stand at ease. Strader looks into Simon’s eye’s with a sense of hatred not seen since the early days of Matthew Engel and himself. Scott rubs a smudge off his right cheek, revealing three tear drops. Kalis notices, but no reaction is given.

Scott Nash Strader: I heard you once say you carried weapons as a symbol of power. My MC Brothers and I? We use them to fuck people up.

Simon Kalis: We are a lot alike Strader. Both Generals in a cause we believe in with all our hearts. You can see this, can you not?

Strader’s face moves into his families trademark sneer as Kalis looks at Strader’s Nomad President patch and National Road Captain patch.

Scott Nash Strader: One thing for sure Simon, we don’t go pistol whipping women and shoving our cocks in their faces.

Rocket, who we saw earlier, speaks up.

Rocket: Unless they specifically ask us.

This gets a laugh of the nearby MC members, and even Scott had to chuckle slightly.

Scott Nash Strader: You degraded not only two women, but my daughters. When you did that Kalis, you degraded and pissed on all my brothers from here in the U.S. of A all the way to Thailand, to Australia, to Copenhagen and Denmark. Think your safe in Canada?

Scott pulls a cigarette out his pocket after handing Rocket his shotgun. Kalis, hands his Eagle over to Joshua Danielson, as he too lights a cigarette. Kalis just continues to stare.

Scott Nash Strader: Son, you’re not safe anywhere. At least not until you…

Scott takes a long deep drag.

Scott Nash Strader: Say you’re sorry.

A wicked grin as he exhales into Kalis blood stained face. Kalis laughs himself as he returns the favor.

Simon Kalis: Fuck you, Strader.

The two men laugh at each other, and suddenly Scott stops. He points behind Kalis. Kalis, slowly turns his head to see the members of the Order restrained. Kalis turns and is met with the butt end of Strader’s shotgun. Kalis falls to a knee, and holds his face. He looks up at Strader with hatred.

Scott Nash Strader: Hey boys, hold back Danielson with those hand cuffs I gave you. Vinny, Rocket… why don’t you teach these two little snot fucks a lesson? A lesson in love, loyalty and respect; fat Mexican style.

Kalis goes to stop Rocket and Vinny as they begin turn the Kalis kids into hamburger, but Strader yells as he and twenty other bikers all cock their shotguns, and semi automatics.

Scott Nash Strader: You even make one fucking move we’ll shoot, not one of my brothers minds spending some time in the can, and you sure as fuck know I don’t care if I do, so stop fucking moving.

Everyone has left the Hall and is now all outside watching the horrific event unfolding in front of them.

Scott Nash Strader: Kalis, did you tell your kids there were consequences for their actions? Ever tell them of that small thing called Karma? This is Karma, Simon… and it’s coming back to bite your kids in the ass. Boys, ease up. Show his kids what we think of them.

Maya and Mazakazu lay on the ground curled up coughing loudly. Vinny and Rocket expose themselves and piss all around the fallen wrestlers. Scott laughs whole heartedly at the situation. Kalis turns around quickly knocking the gun out of Strader’s hand catching him by surprise. Strader takes a few lefts and rights before replying with a quick thrust kick into the Simon’s groin. He swings a right, brings up a left uppercut and a knee to the face to knock him down. Scott grabs an aluminum bat and forces it into Kalis’ mouth.

Scott Nash Strader: Concrete, come over and sit on this piece of shit will ya? Time for a permanent smile you no good waste of skin!

Just as Scott is about to drive his boot down on the back of Kalis’ skull, Meghan and Tamika pull their father away causing him to miss and hit the ground beside Kalis’ head.

Meghan Nash Strader: Stop it dad!

Tamika Nash Strader: Come on dad, you made your point.

Scott Nash Strader: No, I fucking haven’t. Kalis is going to learn his fucking lesson right fucking now!

Lisa Seldon: Are you fucking kidding me with this shit.

The PWA General Manager makes her way through the crowd, looking at the carnage Scott has begun to unleash.

Lisa Seldon: I asked you to keep this out of my business and now you’re about to try and kill a guy on TV, right after you pissed on his kids? I’m about to get fired! Does no one care that I’m about to get fired!?

She’s near stamping with rage at this point but no one involved seems to mind.

Scott Nash Strader: Why in the fuck should I listen to you LoCo? I’m only back for one match, what are you going to do? Fire me? Besides, its not my fault if we are one the air, it should be off!

Lisa Seldon: No, but if you don’t back off right now I’ll have your kids black balled from this entire industry.

Scott sighs, and looks back at Lisa who’s smiling at him, but is trying to keep it cool knowing she’s probably preventing a murder at her first Pay Per View.

Scott Nash Strader: So I’m supposed to let this piece of shit walk?

Lisa Seldon: No, but you let him go and I’ll give you him at the next big show, and then you can do whatever the hell you want to him… in the ring. Legally.

Lisa simply nods. Scott motions for Concrete to get off Kalis. Kalis slowly gets up and moves over to his kids who have retreated back to the order Chaos members helping them get unrestrained.

Lisa Seldon: Thanks for not killing anyone on my big night Scott. And don’t worry; you’ll get your match. I’m not going to let him walk away scot-free.

Lisa snorts a laugh at her little pun, but Strader doesn’t look too amused. He puts his shot-gun in his saddle bag and throws his right hand up in the air. He makes a circling motion with his index finger, as he gets on his bike. The Cowgirls walk away shaking their heads, as they head for their rented Hummer. Strader rips away loudly on bike as he’s followed by the hundred plus bikers that were with him. Lisa walks over to The Order of Chaos, and looks Simon directly in the eyes.

Lisa Seldon: Gee, thanks for saving my life Lisa, you’re a great boss.

Simon Kalis: I am a masterful tactician, Mrs. Seldon.

Lisa cocks and eyebrow.

Lisa Seldon: What, really? You just got turned around by a bunch of guys in doo-rags. Not to mention the fact your face would have been road pizza if I hadn’t come along. Did my incredible timing and popularity factor into your plan did it?

Kalis turns to Lisa Seldon with a wicked smile.

Simon Kalis: A minor set back. The PWA needed polarity, it needed a new war...

Kalis clears his throat as he lights up a new cigarette.

Simon Kalis: It begins.

Lisa Seldon: You’re just fucking obsessed with getting yourself killed, aren’t you?

Lisa squawks her last words and brushes passed him, but Kalis isn’t listening, and just stares off as the bikers make their leave.