World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick

South of the Border

Lunes Noche de Caos!

Before Chaos begins, we open with a young lady dressed in a fine evening gown, standing against the back drop of the PWA Chaos Logo.

Buenas tardes todos, mi nombre es Tanya Estephanie Bernes. Bienvenidos todos a la dia Lunes noche de caos. Para los treinta dias, los superiodes de Pioneer Wrestling Association van a estar en el maravillosa Sur de America y van a honor nuestros tradiciones de lucha libre estilo de competecion. Los competadores van a usar nuestros mascaras, y honor nuestras reglas y entretener nosotros con atrasado ejecutaros. Vamos a soportar los, y que lo amas lo que hacen. Y ojala ellos puden regresar en anos que vienen! Gracias!

The scene then switches to Monday Night Chaos, as pyros explode and signal the beginning of the new Order; The Order of Chaos!

State of the Champion Address

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the new Chaos. I am Jon McDaniel, here as always with my broadcast partner Brian Rentfro, and what a night it was last week.

Brian Rentfro: Thanks to some beautiful work by Simon Kalis and Lucious Starr at Manitoba Mayhem, we are now in the throws of an Order run PWA! Simon and Lucious are, I’m sure, already formulating some awesome plans for our viewing, and I can’t wait to see what they pull out of their hats!

Jon McDaniel: We’ll see soon enough, Brian. But for now, we have a show to call. After Manitoba Mayhem last week, we find ourselves on tour here in beautiful Mexico, and all of our athletes will be performing under lucha libre rules- one part meaning that EVERYONE wears a mask during their duration in the public eye.

Brian Rentfro: Indeed, Jon. Might make it hard to call a few matches considering, but if it works, it works!

After this comment, the lights dim. Screenshots flicker across the PWAtron, images that at the moment, we are unsure of the connection. First, a shot of Jethro Hayes, followed by “The Virus” Matthew Engel. It then skips to a picture of Laura Estella, followed by Mark Sommers and finally, Riona Langly. These individual pictures then cascade across the screen, a giant “X” marked over them all. We then watch as the World Championship belt fades in atop these photos, a heinous laugh erupting from the PA.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell...

“Fell On Black Days” hits the arena, as fireworks shoot from every available orifice of the arena. We see Lucious Starr, in full mask and attire, walk out from backstage, the World Championship strapped comfortably about his waist. As he makes his way to the ring amidst a mix of cheers and jeering, Eric Emerson takes the microphone.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your NEW Pioneer Wrestling Association Undisputed World’s Heavyweight Champion, Lucious Starr!!

Lucious shakes the hand of one fan, but is spit on by another. We can’t see but it is assumed he looks upon this fan with a scowl, but proceeds to the ring. He slides in, nodding to Emerson, who hands him the mic and exits as Lucious takes in the mixed reaction. He stands ring center, seeming to smile as he raises the mic to his lips.

Lucious Starr: You all can jeer me as much as you want, it doesn’t change what I now am. You can boo as loudly and as persistently as you wish, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am now OFFICIALLY the top dog in the industry. I am the boss, and I am the World Heavyweight Champion. Get used to it.

He allows the crowd to react further, shaking his head almost as an afterthought as he raises the mic once more.

Lucious Starr: Two weeks ago, I spoke to Riona Langly backstage. Two weeks ago, I apologized for the lousy ending to our World Title match a week prior, that I’d wished for a more definitive ending. And once again, Riona touted off the same damn line she’s been telling me for six However, two weeks ago changed everything. That night, I did something I was too stubborn and self-centered to do in years prior- I LISTENED.

The crowd seems to hush as he breaths this line, seemingly taking interest in what was going on. Lucious takes a breath, holding the mic up.

Lucious Starr: For the past six years, Riona has been telling me that the fans are a fickle bunch. That no self-respecting wrestler could ever give his entire career to the fans and truly be happy. That as long as I kept doing for the fans and not myself, I would never get respect. For years, I fought with the belief that I would eventually become World Champion, that eventually, I would reach that unreachable peak that had alluded me for years. And for six years, I gave everything I had, everything I am, everything I believed in for all of you. And despite having multiple opportunities, I could never quite grasp the one thing that I wanted so badly. And then... then Riona spoke to me, and I opened my ears and my mind. Two weeks ago, I finally took it upon myself to realize that Riona had been right for so long... That I needed to take it upon myself to DO something for myself. So I did. I took it upon myself to make an impact.

The crowd seems intrigued, but not fully convinced. They hang on to Lucious’ words as he continues, speaking on some recent words.

Lucious Starr: Corey Lazarus, you recently stated that you don’t do what I did to someone you respect. But I feel you miss the point. You see, Laz, Riona is someone I hold in the highest respect, someone I feel more respect for than most anyone on the planet. You see, Riona told me that I had to do something for myself if I was to ever gain any respect. So I did, and I chose Riona as the person to enact this upon. It was the ultimate sign of respect, Laz. To take a step to gaining respect, I chose to make an impact on the one person I respect most. Makes more sense when you know what’s going on, doesn’t it? Take your money, take your bull. The Order has no need for it. We have everything we need now.

The crowd seems split on these words, as though some can understand and some aren’t buying the hype. Lucious looks to the camera, we can almost tell he’s smiling.

Lucious Starr: Riona... do you respect me now? I understand you’re upset over the whole taking your World Title thing last week, and who wouldn’t be? But all that aside, Riona, I finally did something for myself. Call it what you will, Riona. Call it cheating, call it a screwjob... I personally like to refer to it as... Natural Selection...

Lucious seems to be holding back a laugh at this last word, some fans of Greece’s former premier wrestling show scoffing at this remark. Lucious regains his composure, commenting further.

Lucious Starr: So I would assume that, as mad as you are, that you can understand why I did what I did last Chaos. And I know you have a railroad spike all set and ready for me, waiting to tear out my insides and such. Well, Riona, I have just one thing to say- BRING IT. After Manitoba Mayhem, realizing my dream and finally- if only on paper- etching a win over you, I feel on top of the damn world. And right now, nothing- NOTHING- you can do will stop me from fully exercising the power I wield. There’s a part of me, Riona, that has been unleashed, a part of me that I never really acknowledged to existing. A part of me so dark, so twisted, so deathly focused that I never could have imagined that it existed in the confines of my soul. And yet here I stand, Riona, the World Heavyweight Champion, this “Apostle” staring me down. And while it’s true that Shadow would have shit himself silly, I find myself... laughing. You see, Riona, you can unleash all the beasts of hell upon me, and I would still come out on top, the truest form of demonic energy to grace these hallowed halls. And from this point on, Riona, whether you like me or not, you will find it difficult NOT to respect me. That’s just cold, hard truth.

Lucious seems to grin behind his mask, letting his lack of fear sink in on those watching. He breathes deeply for a moment, turning his attention on a slightly more pressing matter.

Lucious Starr: Daniel Kalis. You issued a challenge this past week, telling me that I needed to prove myself worthy of my position within the Order. Now, I understand that Simon made you the new General. However, unlike the others, I will not simply bow before our new assumed leader. Since the day you arrived here, Rayn, you have been itching to destroy your brother. And although he might be easy to forgive and forget, I am FAR more skeptical of your motives. Whether you intended to erase Simon from the Order, or simply decided it was time to let bygones be bygones, that’s between you and Simon. However, I will not simply take you dishing out the orders around here. I am the Order’s King, and I am one-half of the ruling power of the PWA. So before you start barking orders and making demands, dear Rayn, I would HIGHLY suggest that you take a step back and examine exactly who it is you are speaking to. I suppose what I’m trying to say here is that it is in your best interest to fall in line, Daniel. The Order may or may not need a new leader, but I’ll be damned if I’m stepped over by a treacherous fool like you.

Lucious drops the mic, an inkling of dissention as he finishes this statement. He glares (again, we assume) at the camera, sending a message to his Order partner. He then turns to the crowd, raising the mic once more.

Lucious Starr: Now that I have addressed all the necessary questions launched my way, I can now say this-- Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the NEW and IMPROVED Chaos!!

Soundgarden’s “Fell on Black Days” hits the PA as Lucious drops the mic, holding his World Title high as he makes his way backstage.

Jon McDaniel: Strong and powerful words from our new World Champion- and boss- on this first night as an Order-ruled Chaos.

Brian Rentfro: ALL HAIL LUCIOUS STARR! The World Heavyweight Champion! YEAH!!!

Jon McDaniel: And with that.... we go to our first match...

Yet, in the ring, Emerson is directed to say the following....

A New Sherriff in Town?

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen! If you'd please turn your attention to the ADCTron!

"I'ma Boss" by Rick Ross begins to play over the sound systems and as the image goes from static to clear, the fans begin to boo loudly!

Jon McDaniel: Oh God... I thought he was gone?

Brian Rentfro: YES! YOU ARE A BOSS!

Jon McDaniel: Sit down, Brian.

On the ADCTron, we see Simon Kalis standing in his black robe, his hood and mask. He nods his head to the rhythm of the song before throwing his hood back, dropping the robe and removing the mask. Beneath it all, Simon Kalis is wearing a black Brioni suit and his face seems to be healing quite well from all the scars from Summer Sizzler. Kalis moves away and takes a seat at his desk. The words "Live from Osaka, Japan" appear on the bottom left corner of the screen.

Simon Kalis: I'd boo me too if I were you. My suit cost about as much as your city's total GDP.

The fans boo heavily as Kalis smirks, dusting dirt off his shoulder sarcastically.

Simon Kalis: I am here to welcome all of you to the new Era of Order in the PWA! Of course I can't be physically there. Who knows what sort of disgusting diseases you people have in wherever the hell it is Chaos is right now. I'm still getting my beauty sleep here, I can't have your filth in my nasal passages.

The fans boo even louder, mockingly saluting Kalis with the one finger salute.

Brian Rentfro: What happened?! Why aren't they cheering him?!

Jon McDaniel: This isn't Order territory...

Kalis picks up a document on his desk and holds it up for everyone to see. It reads: "The Pioneers Act of 2010".

Simon Kalis: After much deliberation with the Board of Directors, including a few additional directives implimented into this from the other members... I am ready to sign the Pioneers Act of 2010 into effect. So let me share this moment in PWA history with all of you!

Kalis flips the document open to the final page and picks up a his ball point pen and signs the dotted line. He closes the document and pulls a cigarette out from a drawer and lights it up. He smirks as he looks back at the camera.

Simon Kalis: What does this mean for all of you? This document primarily deals with the security of our roster members. For one, I am having cameras installed at every corner, in every locker room at every new arena we visit. This will ensure I can keep a personal eye on things to maintain a good sense of security for all of you worthless Johnny Mavericks and Emily Corlen's beneath me. This will also let me keep an eye on any of you Duff Cote D'Ivoire's who think revolution is an option.

Kalis shakes his head and smiles.

Simon Kalis: My regime is permenant.

Kalis takes a drag off his cigarette, giving the fans a chance to boo him.

Simon Kalis: Directive One also places security directly under my jurisdiction. Therefore, the private security force I have been building will takeover guard duty throughout each venue we visit. This change will be barely noticed, and you needn't worry about them. They will maintain a fair hand for everyone, not just my friends.

Kalis smirks, but the crowd boos further.

Simon Kalis: Directive Three is probably my favorite. I'll get into that a little later. It is Directive Six which saddens me deeply.

Kalis sighs as he opens the document and flips into the middle of it.

Simon Kalis: Directive Six, subsection B is an additional directive from the PWA Board of Directors. Directive Six states that effective immediately, Lucious Beta Starr shall no longer render any power or jurisdiction within the PWA, at any PWA shows or on the Board of Directors. His stocks, bonds and any other investements regarding the PWA shall hereto remain intact. However due to his excessive abuse in power, in obtaining the PWA Undisputed World Championship by the means that he did, result in his forfeiture of such powers from this point onward. It will be noted that Simon Kalis shall not be effected by this directive in any way.

Kalis flips the document closed and shakes his head as the fans cheer.

Jon McDaniel: WHAT? Starr has no power?!

Brian Rentfro: Travesty! Travesty! This is unjust!

Simon Kalis: I am sorry, Lucious. The other Board of Directors would not budge on this, they felt your actions degraded the PWA as a whole and refused to sign my orders into effect if this directive was not included. I tried my best to fight it Lucious, I really did. In the end however, I must take measures to ensure the sanctity of the PWA and her prestige and honor. My priority is the PWA.

The fans boo Kalis, not believing a word he says.

Simon Kalis: I will show favoritism where I believe it should be shown. I will not relent in the quest to quell any rebellions against The Order, and all of you who would dare stand against The Order are still standing against me. My ties are cut from them only for the fact as new General Manager, this would be a conflict of interest. But I needn't tell any of you that I know were my interests in conflict lay, and that is against the majority of you. You, Bound by Blood. Who dare speak against me will find yourselves looking down the barrel of my metaphorical gun soon enough. You, Duff Cote D'Ivoire! I have made you into a fool and poisoned your mind, and whether you know it or not? You are my property now.

Kalis scoffs as the fans continue to boo, trying to drown him out.

Simon Kalis: Johnny Maverick! You will never get the honor of facing me you slack jawed son of a bitch. Not until you can prove you DESERVE a shot at me! And as far as Corey Lazarus? You'll get yours, homie.

Kalis nods and takes a drag from his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: So now, PWA! Welcome! Welcome to MY show! Welcome to MY Chaos! And bow down and kiss my ass, lick the shit off my boots and prepare for my Order!

Kalis slaps his chest and smirks, saluting the camera with the fascist salute.

Simon Kalis: Directive Three? Says you've gotta say this with me or I get to punish you any way I please!

Kalis puts his cigarette down and smirk.

Simon Kalis: All Hail Simon Kalis!

Kalis laughs, throws a wink and the camera shuts off as "I'ma Boss" plays again.

Jon McDaniel: My God...

Brian Rentfro: All Hail Simon Kalis! YES!

Matt Stone vs Jer$ey

Matt Stone with a quick arm-drag catches Jer$ey off-guard. Floats over into an arm-bar. Jer$ey grabs the bottom rope and Stone breaks the hold. Jer$ey gets to his feet, rushes at Stone, headlock takedown by Stone. Sleeper hold from Stone, Jer$ey is beginning to lose oxygen and bloodflow to the head. Jer$ey elbows Stone in the side until Stone has to break the hold. Clothesline from Jer$ey. Elbow attempt while Stone is on the ground misses. Another attempt misses. Third attempt misses. Jer$ey wrings his arm in an attempt to fight the pain. Stone is quick on the up-take and locks on another armbar. Jer$ey grabs the bottom rope again, and again, the ref asks Stone to break the hold.

Angered, Jer$ey runs into the rope and charges at Stone, Stone counters with a hurricanrana. Holds onto Jer$ey's leg, but Jer$ey kicks out at two. Jer$ey with a couple strikes to Stone's face. Stone blocks one punch and fires one back. Then another. And another. Jer$ey backed up to the ropes, Stone whips him across the ring. Kick to the gut from Stone. Jer$ey down on one knee. Kneel Before Zod! Stone with the cover, but only gets a two.

Stone, frustrated demands that the referee do his job and count three. Jer$ey up behind him goes for a clothesline to the back of the head, but Stone sees it and ducks. Jer$ey turns around, right into the C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER! Stone with the cover, and he gets the three and the victory.

Winner: Matt Stone

Cody Bogard vs Marco Dante

Bogard and Dante step foot into the ring and stare each other down hard for a moment. Perhaps admiring each others well defined pecks, or more likely letting the other dude know he's about to get his ass kicked. The bell sounds and Dante rushes in for the first strike, but Bogard gets that medal from Halo Reach as he clotheslines the oncoming former GB Champ! Bogard bounces off the ropes and lands a leg drop so great hymens burst throughout the arena in surprise, shock and bloody joy! Bogard gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, going for another leg drop but Dante rolls out of the way because he's got a good head on his shoulders. Dante gets to his feet and powerslams an oncoming Cody Bogard so hard the ground shakes, forget the canvas! Bogard adjusts his mask to make sure it doesn't come off as does Dante because his is made of wool and it's itchy. Or at least we're assuming it's made of wool. Anyways, Dante grabs Bogard by the neck and chops him on the chest all like "I ain'tcho baby daddy!" and then whips Bogard into the ropes. Bogard springboards off the ropes and lands onto Dante's shoulder and goes for a hurricanrana, hitting it properly like that ass. The crowd cheers this exciting battle! Dante is helped up by Bogard who takes him up and then down for a spinebuster that rocks the world! That annoying fan with the "ROFLS" sign pops up again for a quick moment as Dante fights back, leg sweeping Bogard back to the canvas.

Bogard isn't having it and as he gets to his feet he ducks an axehandle smash from Marco Dante. Bogard kicks Dante, lifts him up, sets him up then brings him down with the Kikosho Driver! He covers and Dwayne Cross makes the count! 1! 2!! 3!!! Bogard with an incredible victory!

The Phoenix vs Johnny Maverick

(Match of the Night)

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a FIVE MINUTE time limit!

Brian Rentfro: Why five minutes!?

Jon McDaniel: Seems this week both Phoenix and Maverick put in perhaps a total of five minutes worth of promos, so it’s been deemed they only get five minutes in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Ohhhh.

Eric Emerson: The five minutes begins NOW! Introducing first, The Phoenix!


Thing of Beauty by Hothouse Flowers begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and green pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix and the Smoking Leprechaun walk out to the entrance ramp and head to the ring.


Eric Emerson: And his opponent, Johnny Maverick!

The opening of 'Rise Above' begins as the ADCTron displays static with the anarchy symbol just barely appearing through the static. Before the opening lyrics start, Johnny Maverick walks out and lets out an intense roar.

'Jealous cowards try to control
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
They distort what we say
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Try and stop what we do
Rise above
When they can't do it themselves'

Johnny sprints to the ring, several members of the audience patting him on the back as he runs.

'We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use'

Johnny slides under the bottom rope and stands quickly, hitting every corner of the ring to release an intense roar to the audience before backflipping off of the second rope.

'Society's arms of control
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Think they're smart
Can't think for themselves
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Laugh at us
Behind our backs
I find satisfaction
In what they lack'

Johnny throws a few kicks, knees, and elbow strikes while Phoenix yells for the ref to start the match, seeing the clock tick away.



The match started off very quickly due to the time limit as Phoenix immediately went on the assault with a snap suplex in the center of the ring on Maverick. Maverick regrouped and began a frontal assault by exchanging a few lefts and rights with Phoenix until Maverick whipped Phoenix into the turnbuckle and went after him in chase. However Maverick was surprised as Phoenix put his hands forward, grabbing a hold of the top rope which sent him up into the air and as Maverick tried to stop he couldn't. Phoenix landed on Maverick shoulders and as Maverick tried to keep balance Phoenix unleashed a fury of punches to the back of his head before reverse hurricanrana took Maverick down to the canvas.


Maverick got back up and hit a spinning mule kick on Phoenix. Maverick grappled Phoenix and tried to whip him into the ropes but Phoenix reversed and whipped Maverick into the ropes. However as Maverick came back he launched himself onto Phoenix and landed a spinning DDT. The two fell into a heated battle, each gaining the advantage with a series of hard strikes, completely forgetting about the clock.


Jon McDaniel: 30 seconds left.

Brian Rentfro: The two haven’t even begun to sweat yet!


Maverick goes for The Barrel Roll, but Phoenix dodges it and as Maverick crashes to the canvas!


Phoenix scrambles for the top rope to hit the Ashes.


The Phoenix flies, but Maverick rolls and Phoenix hits the canvas.


Maverick rolls to cover Phoenix!








Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Johnny Maverick!

Maverick rolls out of the ring, shaking his head over the events of the match with Phoenix wondering how it could be over so quick. Both men share a look, knowing a rematch is down the line.

Corey Lazarus vs The Hoodie Ninjas

The Hoodie Ninjas get a surprisingly well reception here in Quinto as the match pops off. Ten of the five hundred hoodie ninjas stand ready in the ring as more surround ringside to take their place. Corey Lazarus observes this and adjusts his mask and the bell sounds. Nina1 rushes in and gets clocked in the face with a thrust kick that sends his chin snapping up and him flying over the top rope. Ninja2 meets with a clothesline that sends him flying into Ninjas 3, 4 and 5 taking them all out. Hoodie Ninja6 hits a roundhouse kick on Lazarus which stirs the crowd. Lazarus stumbles back and Ninja6 strikes with a roundhouse kick that sends him into Ninja8. Lazarus ducks the roundhouse kick from Ninja8 and hip tosses him to the canvas. Ninja8 rolls out of the ring in pain. An enziguri kick sends Ninja7 flying over the top rope. Lazarus locks in a wristlock on Ninja6, then switches it to a chinlock as Ninja6 attempts to escape. Laz locks in a waistlock then suplexes Ninja6 onto his head and Ninja6 rolls out of the ring in pain. Ninja9 and Ninja10 go for a double team, and as Lazarus stands up both of them hit him with two roundhouse kicks and sandwhich him with them. Lazarus stumbles back but grabs both of them by their heads and smacks their heads together, putting both their heads between his arms and hitting a stunning double DDT on them. However Ninja11, 12, 13 and 14 slide into the ring quickly at this point. Lazarus dispatches each of them with quick kicks to their heads that send them down. This continues until about 100 hoodie ninjas have fallen to Lazarus! However Hoodie Ninja101 has a plan and gathers his forces outside of the ring. They rush in, ten of them, into the ring. Ninja107 and 108 get taken down quickly by Lazarus but all of the others set off a chain reaction of roundhouse kicks that put Lazarus to the canvas. Hoodie Ninja101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 109 and 110 all jump onto Lazarus in a pile up and Dwayne Cross makes the count.

1, 2, 3!

The Hoodie Ninjas win!

Ash Nukem vs Emily Corlen

The fans cheered as Emily Corlen raises the Grizzly Beer title before the match, with Ash Nukem watching on with baited breath as he makes his way to the ring. Nukem slaps the hands of a fan with a t-shirt that says "Kyle" and poses for a picture with him as Corlen blows a kiss to a fan with a t-shirt that says "Dave" causing him to mark out for his favorite GB Champ! Nukem hops onto the apron and then suicide planchas Corlen out of no where in the ring as the bell sounds off! Nukem is back up and bounces off the ropes, dropping down on the PWA GB Champ with an elbow drop! Corlen quickly rolls away and recovers herself, getting to her feet and as Nukem charges she lands a stiff spinning mule kick sending him back to the canvas. The fan with the Dave t-shirt cheers vivaciously as the fan with the Kyle shirt looks at him with disgust, chanting for Ash to get up! Nukem ducks, rolls and gets back to his feet quickly. He bounces off the ropes, as Corlen bounces off the ropes on the other side. They both come flying towards each other with missile dropkicks, catching each other in the chest hard and they both hit the canvas. Ash is up first and jumps to the top rope quickly! He comes flying off with a frog splash that nails Emily Corlen hard, and the fan with the Kyle shirt goes berserk with applause and cheers while the fan with the Dave shirt crosses his arms and shakes his head! Ash hooks the legs but only gets a two count! The camera pans the crowd and we see a young boy with a Bound by Blood t-shirt and an N7 hat holding up a "ROFLS" sign as we cut back to see Corlen and Nukem staring each other down from across the ring.

Nukem heads to the top rope preparing for Base 1! As he comes off with a dropkick, Corlen ducks and rolls to avoid the hit and Ash lands hard onto the canvas. As Ash gets to his feet, Corlen is already waiting for him! BANG! The Bitch Switch! Corlen hooks both legs and Swindell drops for the count! 1! 2!! 3!!!

The Grizzly Beer Champion does it again and she smiles proudly as Scott Swindell raises her hand after the bell. But the fan with the Kyle t-shirt seems really pissed off and he jumps through the first row, tackling the cheering fan with the Dave t-shirt. They pummel at each other and all hell breaks loose in the front row until security comes to break it up! Either way, another victory for our GB Champ!

Bronx Williams vs Xan Vaxman

“Way of the Fist” by Five Finger Death Punch began to play as Xan Vaxman came through the curtain and headed towards the ring, a steel chair in one hand and a microphone in the other. When he got to the bottom of the ramp he threw the chair over the top rope and into the ring before walking up the steps and getting in the ring himself.

He signaled for his music to be cut by waving his free hand across his throat.

Xan picked up the chair and went to unfold it, however it literally fell apart in his hands, so he threw it back up the ramp, which it landed with a metallic thud.

Xan Vaxman: “Even the goddamn chairs don’t work around here!”

he yelled in disgust and frustration as he motioned for a new one, which he received, set up, and sat on.

Xan Vaxman: “Spotlight! Now!”

The lights faded as a lone spotlight was cast down upon Xan Vaxman in the middle of the ring as the fans continued to boo him.

Xan Vaxman: “The more perceptive and less idiotic of you may notice I don’t have the Grizzly Beer Title briefcase out here with me right now. Well, good for you. That’s because I left it at home for the night, which is where I’ll be for the next month well the PWA is touring South America. If you think I’m going to waste my time putting on a mask and competing in a filthy legion of countries you’re sadly mistaken.

But that isn’t even the point of why I’m out here. This week I was originally supposed to face Bronx Williams in one on one action, but instead I’m out here tonight to poove all the critics wrong about my ability in this ring and prove just how good I am, with a match, that none of you will ever forget. A PWA first!”

Xan turned to face the ramp and waved towards himself from that direction.

Xan Vaxman: “Janitor! Bring out my opponent!”

A typical Janitor, came thru the curtain pushing cleaning supply cart toward the ring, when he stopped at the bottom Xan stood up, discarded his chair and signaled for the spotlight to go way before continuing.

Xan Vaxman: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my opponent...”

The Janitor pulled a broom out of his cart.

Xan Vaxman: “...a broomstick!”

The crowd jeered the hell out of Xan as the janitor slid the Broom into the ring. A referee was in the ring with him and the boom not long afterward.

Singles Match
Xan Vaxman vs. A Broomstick

Xan turned to Eric Emerson at ringside and shouted

Xan Vaxman: “Introduce us!”

Eric Emerson hesitated, but then went along with Vaxman’s demands.

Eric Emerson: “The fallowing Contest of scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Ottawa Ontario Canada weighing in at two-hundred and twenty two pounds, Xan Vaxman!”

As his name was said Xan raised a fist to the air, to a ridiculous amount of heat.

Eric Emerson: “and his opponent...a broomstick...”

The referee rang the bell, and Xan was quick to pick the broom up and fake a elbow-collar tie up, before backing the broom into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: “And I guess under way.”

Brian Rentfro: “You should be more excited then that! This is making PWA history!”

The referee began to count after demanding a clean break




Xan let go of the broom, it was not leaning against the corner as he threw his hands before taking a cheep-shot on the broom as the referee got involved and forced Xan back. Xan gently pushed the reff to the side and stomped his way over to the broom, only to grab it with his hand and hit himself in the head with the bristles.

Brian Rentfro: "The broom has fight in it! Headbutt! Oh! Another one!"

Jon McDaniel: "You’ve got to be kidding me! You can’t possibly be getting into this game Vaxman is playing!"

During one of the ‘headbuts’ Xan reversed it into a side ‘headlock’. Afer a few seconds worth of applying pressure he backed himself into the ropes before running forward, dropping the broom in the middle of the ring, rebounding off the ropes, skipping over it, rebounding off those ropes and stopping in the middle of the ring to pick up the broom and peck himself in the chest with the end of the handle to simulate a dropkick before rolling out of the ring and acting like he needed a breather.

Jon McDaniel: “oh come on now! Are we expected to believe that he really needs a rest?!”

Brian Rentfro: "hey! There’s a reason why they say not many wrestlers can face this opponent!”

Jon McDaniel: “yea...and this isn’t it!”

As the referee got to a count of 6 Xan rolled into the ring, diving down on the broom with what could have possibly been seen as a bearhug. He rolled to the center of the ring holding onto it as he switched positions to another side ‘headlock’ and began to get to his feet, the broom seemed to slip out of the headlock and Xan rolled to ground overtop of it, maybe as a armdrag takedown?

Jon McDaniel: "Yunno what!? I just refuse to call this match!"

Brian Rentfro: "ah, you’re no fun!"

Xan pick up the broom and threw it towards himself, spinig it around and catching it under his arm where he would preform a pendulum backbreaker. With it on the matt he would take this time to lock in his Sleeperhold with leg-scissors, just in case. The Reff stood there dumbfounded as to what to do when Vaxman screamed.

Xan Vaxman: “Trust me! He’s out cold!”

The Reff shrugged his shoulders and called for the bell.

Eric Emerson: “The winner of this match...Xan Vaxman!”

Xan released the hold and stood up, kicking the broom out of the ring. He they called for another mic before kicking the reff out as well.

Xan Vaxman: “Well that’s it folks! You’re fucking icon Xan Vaxman with an impressive match, and proof that I am a money maker. Hope you enjoyed it, and if not...too bad!”

Vaxman laughed to himself as the crowd boo’d to the point that it seemed a riot would break out, just then a masked face appeared on the Tron. Anybody who kept taps on the roster page on the PWA website knew his name was El Gringo Tonto.

El Gringo Tonto: “Hey Amigo!”

Xan looked up at the tron, acting as if he was surprised to see him

El Gringo Tonto: “Senior Vaxman might be taking a vacation for the next month, but El Gringo Tonto et loco buino! If the PWA want’s a man who can live up to Xan I’m your amigo!”

Xan Vaxman: “live up to me? Yea okay, have fun with that. I’ll be back in a month when you people realize how much you need me!”

Xan left the ring and headed up the ramp and to the back

El Gringo Tonto: “Perdon tener a alguien esperar a alguien, amigoes. Ha-ha!”

A New Order?

The fans in Quito, Ecuador are enjoying themselves immensely as the superstars of the PWA perform in their country, and in South American wrestling tradition the superstars are required to wear masks, making it that much more special for the fans. The ADCTron lights up and the arena lights dim. The letters C-F-H appear on the ADCTron and the fans cheer as ‘Ready For Blood’ hits the p.a., not for the girls in particular, but for more PWA stardom. Meghan and Tamika Nash Strader step out onto the stage, dressed in with female curves in mind for the design, as Medieval Spawn from Todd McFarlane’s character library. We can tell the girls apart by their hair coming out in ponytails from behind the masks. They wear the PWA Tag Team titles proudly around their waists, as they make their way to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Man, I never thought Spawn could be so sexy.

Jon McDaniel: Actually, I have to agree.

The girls reach the ring, and hop up onto the ring apron. They leap over the top rope, landing on their feet inside the ring. The girls head to opposite corners, climb the turnbuckles, unclasp their titles and thrust them up in the air for the fans.

Jon McDaniel: The fans must not know about the Order of Chaos here.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe it’s because they are hot Jon. Ever thought of that?

Meghan and Tamika do that in all corners before standing in the middle of the ring, with the titles over their shoulders. Tamika has the microphone first, which is unusual, but she moves in with ease as the music cuts off.

TNS: Hello Quito!!!!!!!!!

This gets a huge pop from the fans and Tamika smiles underneath her mask and continues to speak.

TNS: Last week, the PWA and her fans got to see the Cowgirls cement themselves as the second longest reigning tag team champions in her illustrious history. On that note, Matt Stone and Van Vaxman. We were glad to see you showed up for the match. Glad you gave it your all. For that, we thank you. Because in a way you were right guys, we had no real challenge. But you guys… you guys brought the full desire back on-line. Now… We all know you are wondering why we have decided to wrestle under the banner of The Order of Chaos.

Jon McDaniel: Yes please shed some light on this atrocity!

TNS: Roll the footage.

The ADCTron lights up with the date September 9th 2009, Wednesday Night Chaos. We move into the ADCTron, and the full screen effect for the viewers at home. Simon Kalis and Masakazu are walking down the hall backstage together now, looking at each other with proud grins at the carnage they've laid out over the course of the night.

Jester Jay: Boy these two have been all over the place. First Adrian Adidas... Then Aeolus Wrath...

Tear Gutter: Don't forget Jack Wheeler!

Jester Jay: Ugh... How could I? Despicable, and people actually cheer them on Chaos.

Tear Gutter: That's what he gets for calling Ms. Strader a bitch last week!

Jester Jay: Oh wait a minute... Hahaha... Do you see where they are?

Simon Kalis and Masakazu now stop in front of the office of Ms. Tamika Nash Strader. Kalis knocks the door politely, awaiting an answer as a secretary answers the door for them. Considering what happened earlier in the night, the secretaries eyes widen as she turns around nervously and simply walks away from the door. We cannot hear the inaudible exchange she has with Ms. Strader but the two get waved in. They're both smiles as they nod upon greeting TNS.

TNS: Pleasure to meet you formally, gentlemen. Please, do have a seat.

Simon Kalis and Masakazu both nod and shake her hand as well as take their seats opposite her.

Jester Jay: Well they haven't assaulted her yet...

Tear Gutter: Uhm I don't think they will.

Simon Kalis: We appreciate you seeing us on such short notice.

Masakazu: It truly is an honor to meet the daughter of Scott Nash Strader.

Masakazu also seems to be checking out Tamika given the closeness in their ages, yet we can see Simon Kalis looks upon her with the utmost respect and regard, and he even kicks Masakazu out of sight to get him to focus.

Simon Kalis: There is a reason we have come to see you before the match, mam.

TNS: Oh please I'm not old, don't call me mam.

Masakazu: Well you would be the most beautiful mam in the world, Ms. Strader.

Tamika laughs at the obvious play by the younger Kalis, and Simon just smiles and nods trying to ignore the comment.

TNS: I know all about you two. Been training together on your private property in Osaka, Japan for nearly four years. You, Mr. Kalis, were a great Champion wherever you went. Isn't that so? And you Masakazu, you're still quite young. I'm surprised you were able to compete at the age of fourteen in a professional wrestling ring.

They both nod, anxious it seems with this meeting.

Simon Kalis: He could always hold his own.

Masakazu: And I'm old enough now for the PWA.

TNS: That's true... And so it seems gentlemen, you've declared yourselves the leaders of this war? The Order of Chaos has a nice ring to it I must say. And I've also noticed you both call me Queen... Quite flattering, but really now.

Simon Kalis: I tend to get carried away with my metaphors Ms. Strader. What I mean is we're here to defend not only Chaos as a brand, but you as her sole boss and General Manager.

TNS: Excuse me? I mean I did see what Masakazu did to Mr. Wheeler earlier but, that doesn't mean he's simply going to quit.

Masakazu: No, of course not but...

Simon Kalis: But what we're saying is, we do not believe this Co-GM thing will last Ms. Strader. And we know who we'd rather see running the show is you, thus.

Both men rise to their feet, and Tamika Nash Strader stands up as well giving them a peculiar look. Kalis salutes, Masakazu salutes. Both men salute her.

Simon Kalis: We pledge our allegiance to you, Ms. Strader. Consider us your personal guard, from Wheeler, from Chamelion and all the dark influences who seek to undermine you and your power over this brand. The Order of Chaos is yours to command should any problems arise, we will come.

Masakazu: We will defend the honor of Chaos. We will defend the integrity of Chaos.

Simon Kalis: And most importantly, we will win this war.

TNS smiles proudly at the two men, nodding her head in confidence.

TNS: Alright then. You know what you need to do tonight, don't you?

They both nod.

Simon Kalis: We're fully aware.

Masakazu: We're ready.

TNS: Then go for it. You've got my blessing.

Simon Kalis & Masakazu: All Hail The Order of Chaos!

The ADCTron turns back to what’s happening in the ring and the camera goes back to normal. Tamika gives it a second to sink in.

TNS: We’ve always been a part of the Order. In hostile takeovers of companies of wrestling, larger groups are criticized for not earning titles, or their power. Meghan and I were not going to allow that to happen to our Tag Team title reign, so we didn’t fly our Order flag. Even the members, with exception to Masakazu and Simon, didn’t know of our true allegiance.

Jon McDaniel: This whole time?!

Brian Rentfro: Now that is calculating to the ‘T’ by Simon Kalis. Bravo. Bravo.

Meghan takes the microphone.

MNS: Now that we have proven ourselves as the best Tag Team in the PWA, it’s time to show that we support her and her future. Under the reign of Chamelion and his Board of Directors, the PWA, she was suffering. We were his after school Chess club game. When he felt like playing with us, he could just sweep in and moves us around fucking everything up. Then the real talent was being held back by undeserving wrestlers getting title shots.

Jon McDaniel: Really? Your teamed up with one of them!

Brian Rentfro: Shuddup Jon, Meghan is talking.

MNS: Which is the reason why we have always supported the Order of Chaos. The Order, wants to bring talent, athleticism, and charisma back to the wrestler and their fans. Chamelion was about putting money in his pocket. While money is always a nice thing, everyone knows my sister and I don’t need it. We are here for so much more then the money, and so is The Order of Chaos.

Meghan lowers the microphone for a second, looking out at the crowd, and raises it back up.

MNS: Now, another issue that needs to be addressed is…

Jon McDaniel: Your title shot demand? Bet that doesn’t sit well with the new General Rayn as he prepares to take on Lucious Starr at some point.

Brian Rentfro: The Order are professionals, they know how to wrestle each other.

MNS: … Vulgar Display of Power. Coat-Diver, Hayes… I don’t think I could begin to explain to you both why you were used… So we’ll let the man behind it all explain!

Jon McDaniel: Kalis isn’t scheduled to be here tonight, so does she mean….?

Brian Rentfro: Yep! LOOK!

The old time theme of ‘Five Minutes Alone’ by Pantera hits the p.a. as the fans cheer for the one and only Scott Nash Strader, who is decked in a Medieval Spawn outfit as well, but he is equipped with shield and sword. He raises the sword high in the air for the South American crowd and makes his way down to the ring. He steps over the top rope, and hugs both his daughters.

Jon McDaniel: Kind of fitting, the father of two hell spawns.

Brian Rentfro: Watch what you say Jon.

SNS: Alright, so the next big question is… why did Scott Nash Strader trick everyone and turns his back on the fans? I didn’t, while yes I tricked you all, but I didn’t turn my back on the fans. Simon called me months ago, because of my daughters being aligned with him secretly and told me of a plan. A plan to take the grip away from Chamelion so some real ratings could pour in.

Jon McDaniel: Still despicable what happened to Riona.

SNS: So I had to come in guns a blazing. I did. I took up Jethro and Duff under my wings to “take on the Order”. Now first off Jethro… This whole thing? Was my final lesson to you. Remember how I said I would show how to do things to help yourself, without letting the early consequences sway you from the end result? This is it buddy. This was your final lesson… now let’s just see how you apply it to your career.

Jon McDaniel: What about Duff and his daughter, Scott?

SNS: Duff… You know I’ve always considered you a friend in this crazy world of wrestling. Maybe you don’t consider me that way much anymore, but I digress. When it came down to who would be absorbed into the Order as of Manitoba Mayhem, two just didn’t make the cut. Now Duff, buddy, I voted for you, but the others… not so much.

Brian Rentfro: See, it’s a democratic group.

Jon McDaniel: Seems more Republican with Lucious Starr as Bush Junior, and Rayn as Dick Cheney.

Brian Rentfro: I see Strader more as Cheney…

SNS: But I can promise you this, your little girl, she is safe. Your safety is in good standing among the Order, unless you choose to attack us however. BUT! Since I’m not terrible human being, retaliation against your actions will be that of the standing formerly written law of eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Only fair I would think.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t believe the Strader’s are a part of this.

SNS: Now, well Simon is off re-cooperating and getting healthier, yours truly, me, will be making sure things go towards the Glorious One’s plan of rejuvenating the PWA. Now, many people are sitting back wondering, who is going to keep Starr and the new General from butting heads, especially with Rayn taking on Starr sometime for the World title… well the answer? Is me.

Jon McDaniel: So, Simon doesn’t trust who he’s left in charge?

Brian Rentfro: Got to admit, Strader is good insurance policy for Simon to make sure The Order stays strong.


The girls, hit the facist salute as they yell into their father’s microphone.


Cut to commercial.

Jethro Hayes vs Duff Cote D'Ivoire

The sound of a helicopter overhead echoes in the arena and the lights go down. Searchlights begin to roam the arena, until the opening guitar riff from "The Ghost of Tom Joad" by Rage Against the Machine slams through the speakers. The searchlights turn into a single concentrated spotlight that shines on the stage as tension builds. The crowd rises to their feet, and Zach de la Rocha begins to rap about the impoverished. From the back, Duff Côte d`Ivoire emerges, to a giant pop from the fans. His face, looking down, is obscured by the hood attached to his black and green cape.

++Man walks along the railroad tracks++
++He's goin' someplace, and there's no turnin' back++
++The highway patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge++
++Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge++
++The shelter line stretchin' around the corner++
++Welcome to the New World Order++
++Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest++
++No job, no home, no peace, no rest++
++No rest!++

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada; he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs, Duff Côôôte d`Ivoooire!!

++The highway is alive tonight++
++Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes++
++I'm sitting down here in the campfire light++
++Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad++

The band kicks in after the long, dramatic chorus and Duff begins to embark towards the ring, his cape dragging on the ground behind him. He walks slowly, looking down the whole way.

++He pulls his prayer book out of his sleepin' bag++
++The Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag++
++He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last++
++In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass++
++With a one way ticket to the promised land++
++With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand++
++Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock++
++Bathin' in the city's aqueduct++

He rolls into the ring and steps into the middle, peeling back the hood to reveal his skull mask and long hair. He looks at the crowd surrounding him, still going crazy, and backs into his corner.

++The highway is alive tonight++
++Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes++
++I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light++
++With the Ghost of old Tom Joad++

Duff does a few stretches and waits patiently for the match to commence while his music dies down.

Jon McDaniel: At the end of Manitoba Mayhem, Duff was saved from a serious beatdown by the new Order and placed in this match against that man, Jethro Hayes.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah. Kalis has pit a number of allies against each other tonight, but the thing is? After all the trash talk exchanged between Duff and Jethro I'm not so sure how good of friends they are.

"Time for a lil' Southern Justice"

Colt Ford's special remake of this song for Jethro Hayes hits up in the arena's speakers. The youngest Grand Slam Champion in PWA history walks through the black curtain, he looks out to the crowd.

~Down the road where the black top ends, you can find Jethro Hayes with all his friends, we're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles, wasn't no swimmin' pools, jus swimmin' holes.~

Up on the screen a blacktop road begins to wind away in front of us and we travel along it as though we are in a car. Jethro holds his fisted right hand into the air and the crowd pops for. Jethro begins to walk down the ramp making sure to slap the hands of the fans along his way. Jethro goes from side to side because if they are going to respect him for what he is doing and how he is changed, he will respect them as well.

~We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, done came a long way since back in them days, been ‘round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights, where I can see the darkness come and then go~

Along the side of the ropes are buildings erected with the names of the Championships that he has won instead of typical names of businesses. Other such names include "Hall of Fame", "Wrestler of the Quarter", "Face of the Year", and many "Match of the Quarter" buildings are all along side the rode. He reaches the bottom of the ramp.

~Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow, you can leave your door open, aint nuttin' gunna happen, most country folks sing, but I couldn't, so im rappin, I wanna show yall where I come from, and invite yall all down to any country town~

The road winds through a small city, but the image of the very arena in which we are having the PWA show tonight comes into view around a corner. Jethro climbs the steps and is on the apron. He wipes his feet out of respect for the legends in this sport and the respect he has for this sport before stepping through the ropes.

(Chorus with John Michael Montgomery singing)
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time, that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you're always welcome, to take a ride through the country.

Eric Emerson: From Lenox, Georgia he stands at six feet seven inches, weighing in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... Jethro Hayes!

~Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he's country, and he's rappin' we gotta play him, folks been waitin for some one like me, to give ‘em some hot beats and spit that country~

Jethro hits the ropes, bouncing off to get the blood pumping a bit before his match. The blacktop road in front of us enters the arena's door and heads somewhere inside.

~His overalls don't sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a John Deere t-shirt, no nothin' but work. Daylight til dark, that's how I was bread, and I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead~

Jethro climbs the turnbuckle that faces the majority of the crowd, holding up his fisted right hand before pointing to them. Just in front of the blacktop road is a black curtain, we sit here waiting as though it is the end of our ride.

~See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin' right,~

He drops down, rushing to the opposite side of the ring to climb up and point to that section of the crowd.

~Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on ‘em, you can keep your rolls roice, cuz baby, we don't want 'em! So now yall all know exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, i don't give a damn!~

Jethro drops down, heading to the third corner and once again climbs up, pointing out to himself before he points to the crowd.

The chorus hits up again...

~Now before I pack my things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time, that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you're always welcome, take a ride through the country.~
Jethro climbs the final turnbuckle, and points to this section of the crowd.

~You might have seen me on your t.v, but honey, that don't mean a thing, you see, I'm still that same ‘ol country boy, and that's all I'll ever be, and sometime, those bright lights blind me, and make it hard for me to see, but when I need to be reminded, I take a ride through the country~

Jethro drops down, he heads to center ring where he looks down to gather his thoughts before the match.

~At about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don't care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to shove and every one of us will fight~

Even through the roar of the crowd, Jethro nods as he listens to the song and allows it to remind him of things in the past. It reminds him of the times he's been pushed around and how he will not let it happen anymore.

~We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt came here to give yall fair warnin', country folks wont be pushed around, and theres some of us livin' in every town, we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it's the American way, no body owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep, but in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of yall think Colt's kinda odd, but I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!~

Jethro points to the crowd one last time as the blacktop view on the big screen seemingly flies through the screen, showing that Jethro considers those fans in attendance friends.(it goes back to the very first line in the first verse). Jethro looks to Duff, but we can't see any emotion in his face as it's hidden by a simple white mask.


Dwayne Cross steps back and waits as Duff makes it known he's ready for this conflict. Hayes shakes his head and removes his mask, throwing it to the canvas. Cross' eyes widen and he's forced to call for the bell.


Duff looks on in surprise as Hayes goes to leave the ring.

Eric Emerson: Your winner as a result of disqualification... DUFF COTE D'IVOIRE!!!

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe Hayes just threw the match like that! In the current rules for this tour, that's an automatic DQ!

Brian Rentfro: Weirdest. Ending. Ever.

Duff doesn't care as he charges Jethro Hayes. He knocks Hayes across the face, and then lands a knee to Hayes' gut. Duff begins unloading a series of blows on Jethro Hayes as Hayes throws his arms up to block his face. Suddenly, from the crowd comes...

Brian Rentfro: Is that a NINJA?!

Jon McDaniel: I think it is! But that is NOT a Hoodie Ninja!

A man clad in a tight leather outfit hops the barricade seperating the fans from the action. He has a small black scarf that flows behind him as he hops up onto the apron and then springboards himself into the ring and right into Duff with a suicide plancha! Hayes can't believe the audacity of Duff and stomps down on Duff before looking at this ninja and nodding. The ninja nods as he drags Duff into the center of the ring as Hayes leaves the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Oh boy does Jethro know the ninja?!

Jon McDaniel: I don't know... But look! LOOK AT HIS ARM!

The Ninja has a black cover over his face and a black styled helmet of sorts made of fine linen, with a silver mantle over his forehead. The camera focuses down to his left arm however, and tattooed across his light tanned skin is the word "OUTLAW".

Brian Rentfro: Only two people have that tattoo, Jon...

Jon McDaniel: Yeah. Simon Kalis...

Brian Rentfro: And Masakazu.

Masakazu rips the mask off and begins stomping down hard on Duff's head. Jethro looks back in horror to see the man who just helped him was none other than Masakazu The Great himself. Hayes watches on from the entrance ramp as the crowd boos Masakazu. The bell rings repeatedly as Dwayne Cross tries to get Masakazu off of Duff. Suddenly from the entrance ramp comes Maya, and she's carrying a steel chair in her left hand. She passes right by Jethro Hayes and sneers at him as she slides in carefully, making sure not to hurt her broken right arm.

Brian Rentfro: It's The Dynasty of Chaos! They're here in wherever the hell it is we are!

Jon McDaniel: We're in Coliseo General Rumiñahui in Quito, Ecuador, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Who cares!

Hayes begins approaching the ring as if to save Duff once more but he stops and lowers his head as Masakazu grabs the chair from his sister and begins smashing it over the back of Duff's head. Masakazu chucks the chair aside and looks at Jethro Hayes and smiles. Maya grabs the microphone from Eric Emerson and pushes him aside. She hands it to Masakazu as Hayes turns around and begins walking away in disgust.

Masakazu: Yes! Thank you Hayes! As always, your service to our cause is always appreciated!

Duff looks towards Hayes with his own look of disgust.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think Hayes knew about this or helped these two ingrates in any way.

Brian Rentfro: They're the bosses kids, I'd have a bit more respect for them if I were you.

Masakazu: Duff! We've had enough of your nonsense, and your foolishness. Time has RUN OUT for you, big man!

The crowd boos heavily as Masakazu nods with satisfaction. Maya, flips them the bird.

Masakazu: This? This isn't about any take over or any powerplay. This is personal, Duff. You will learn your place in this new PWA and you'll learn it quick. Cause next week? You and me? Yeah. It's happening.

Jon McDaniel: Duff versus Masakazu?! Next week!? Whoa!

Brian Rentfro: I'm still shocked Hayes really is a secret agent for The Order!

Jon McDaniel: No! No he is not, Brian!

Masakazu drops the microphone and raises his arms up, showing off his new leathery ninja look to the booing fans as if they were cheering him. What he doesn't see is Duff getting to his feet as he looks at Maya and then he throws her to the canvas with a heavy push. Maya lands on her left side as to avoid re-injuring her healing broken arm. Masakazu hears the thump and turns around into a volcano errupting! Hayes looks on from atop the entrance ramp now before shaking his head and walking out. Duff begins pummeling Masakazu into pieces! He hits him with a number of lefts, rights and uppercuts. He mixes in a few kicks and knees and his attacks are brutal. He uses his size to completely overpower Masakazu who is so caught off guard. The fans count each strike!

Fans: 41! 42! 43!

Duff with a stiff knife edge chop!

Fans: 44!

Duff smashes Masakazu in the head with an axehandle smash.

Fans: 45!

Duff then brings his elbow down right into Masakazu's collar bone.

Fans: 46!

Duff whips Masakazu into the ropes and as he comes back Duff steps back and as Masakazu comes to him he throws his hands out and BANG! DUFF HITS A HADOUKEN ON MASAKAZU SO HARD MASAKAZU FLIPS 360 DEGREES IN THE AIR BEFORE HITTING THE CANVAS! Pyros EXPLODE as Duff connects with both his hands straight to Masakazu's chest and the crowd goes nuts!

Fans: 47! 47! 47!

Jon McDaniel: My GOD! Duff just destroyed Masakazu with his own version of the AK-47, Simon Kalis' legendary combo finisher! That was INTENSE!

Brian Rentfro: Wow.

Masakazu rolls out of the ring spitting blood and can't believe it as the fans cheer Duff. Maya helps her brother to his feet as he stumbles around in a daze and security opens the barricade to the fans and they begin to disappear as quickly as they appeared.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell just happened here? I don't even understand.

We cut to a fan holding a "ROFLS" sign for a moment.

Jon McDaniel: Masa got what he deserved but I'm afraid that Duff will think Hayes was in on this attack. That doesn't spell good news for anyone.

Duff stands up in the middle of the ring. He looks around at the fiercely cheering crowd, and reaches under his skull-decorated kusazuri and pulls out a folded towel.

Brian Rentfro: What the fuck is going on here?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, maybe he's just wiping off after the match?

Duff unfolds the the towel and from it, he pulls out a shard of glass supposedly belonging to his broken full-length mirror. He holds it in his gloved hand and inspects it. Women in the crowd scream and the crowd reels back with a collective gasp. Duff looks over at Masakazu and Maya as they flee into the crowd. Duff looks at the crowd again and begins to remove his armour. He takes off his shoulder pads and his chest plate.

Jon McDaniel: I'm lost.

Brian Rentfro: You would be! … But I am, too.

Duff takes the glass and begins to run it against his right pectoral. It sheds a little bit of blood, and he smiles. It's a sick smile. He licks the blood off of the glass and grins wide. Duff gets down on one knee in the middle of the ring and continues to carve. Slowly, it becomes obvious what he's drawing on himself. It's an 8.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus Christ, Duff!

Brian Rentfro: I guess he's a Dale, Jr. fan!

His blood trickles down his chest as he stands up and discards the glass in the middle of the ring. The official quickly reaches in and grabs it so that Duff can't do any further damage with it. He's still smiling, though. He stalks to the ring ropes and exits the ring, walking up the ramp as blood continues to pump from his chest.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell did we just witness?

Brian Rentfro: Hell if I know. It looked like a full-grown man self-mutilating. That's something most emo kids grow out of by age 16.

Jon McDaniel: I'm fairly certain it stems much deeper than that, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: You thought that Napoleon Dynamite was good, Jon. Your opinion is null and void.

Jon McDaniel: Either way? The last ten minutes have been absolute CHAOS and someone is going to have some explaining to do! Hayes does NOT have anything to do with this, but Masa just made sure that Duff thinks so!

Chamelion & Riona Langly vs Lucious Starr & Rayn

Tag-Team Match

Jon McDaniel: Here it is folks. We have two men on top of the world, taking on two PWA staples who have been ripped from their rightful place in this company.

Brian Rentfro: I hope you brought a spare shirt Jon. You're hearts bleeding all over that one. We are LUCKY to have two brilliant minds like Lucious and Rayn leading the PWA into the era of Order.

Jon McDaniel: Brian, how much kool-aid did they make you drink?

Eric Emerson: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is our tag-team main event of the evening.

### 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, Viktor Stone, Matthew Engel, Raizzor, and Marxx...

### 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. She slams her arms to her chest to make an X, as criss-crossing red pyro do the same firing 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.

McDaniel: You have to wonder if it is possible for Riona to have ever been this angry before. Stripped of her title in a blatant sign of power abuse.

Rentfro: Come on Jon. A champion has to be ready for anything! If Riona was a true champ, she would have show for MM despite having the night off.

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.

Eric Emerson: And her partner…..

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As the chorus fades into the second verse, Chamelion arrives at the ring apron, a slow smile creeps across his features. Sliding into the ring on his belly, his hands propping his chest and head up, he stares intently at Riona. The two nod at each other.

Rentfro: Look at these two. They worked so hard to screw Lucious out of the title he'd worked SO hard for. Now, Chamelion's lost his company, and Lucious ended up with the belt these two tried so hard to keep from him. Lesson here kiddies, karma's a bitch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: And now their opponents…..

"Evolution" by korn begins to play, the bass rumbling the building as the main lights die out, leaving nothing but green lasers and green strobes going near the entrance, as green search lights circle through the crowd. The first verse of the song beings as Rayn steps through the curtain, looking at the fans in attendance before slowly making his way to the ring. He stops at the end of the ramp, looking around for a moment before running at the ring and sliding inside under the bottom rope.

McDaniel: Here we have the newly appointed replacement to Simon Kalis.

Rentfro laughs.

Rentfro: Please Jon; no one can "replace" Simon Kalis.

McDaniel: If Kalis didn't run away with his pants around his ankles after Chamelion kicked some of his fillings into next week, there wouldn't need to be a replacement at all Brian.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at two hundred thirty two pounds, from Chicago Illinois, he is a seven time world heavyweight champion, The Acidic One, RAYN!

Rayn climbs a turn buckle, raising both his arms into the air and tossing up the horns to the fans before hopping back into the ring. He leans against the turn buckles, then slouches down, letting himself fall onto his ass in a sitting position against the ropes.

Eric Emerson: And his partner….

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. The glow of the pyros emanates off the PWA title. 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.

Rentfro: Those fans, they are truly blessed Jon.

McDaniel: Folks, there is of course hand sanitizer in all arena bathrooms.

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...

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: It is my honor to introduce... The NEW PWA UNDISPUTED CHAMPION; Lucious Starr!!

I sure don't mind a change
I sure don't mind a change
Yeah, I said sure don’t mind, I sure don’t mind the change
I sure don’t 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.

McDaniel: I'm impressed by the level of restraint Riona has shown here.

Brian Rentfro: Well Jon, it's not exactly smart business to outright attack the man who now signs your checks and decides who you fight and when.

Rayn and Lucious discuss who will begin, with Lucious seeing its Chamelion, not Riona, who’s already waiting in the ring and wants to start. Rayn approves, exiting the ring.


Lucious grins at Chamelion, who returns a look that’s completely unreadable. The two lock up in the center of the ring, with Lucious taking control with an arm bar. Chamelion reverses the hold, applying his own arm bar and then hits a forearm to the back of Lucious's head as he lets go of the hold; Lucious holds the back of his head, turning and glaring. The two lock up again, and Lucious gets the advantage again, whip to the ropes and clothesline takes Chamelion down. Chamelion jumps up, ducks another clothesline and turns and pokes Lucious in the eye.

Rentfro: Filthy cheat! See Jon, THIS is why we are better off without that scoundrel running this company.

Chamelion grabs Lucious who’s blinking hard and throws him to the ropes. Lucious comes flying from the opposite ropes into a right arm from Chamelion. Lucious stumbles backwards but not down to the mat. Gaining his equilibrium Lucious charges at Chamelion, who ducks under the clothesline attempt wrapping his arms and legs around the back of Lucious's outstretched arm. Chamelion tries to fall back, but Lucious falls on Chamelion for a pin attempt.

ONE...--Chamelion kicks out with ease.

McDaniel: Too soon.

Rentfro: But still brilliant. Lucious showing Chamelion HE'S the one in control.

Chamelion is backed up into a neutral corner; receiving multiple blows from Lucious. Lucious lifts Chamelion up on the turnbuckle. Chamelion shakes his head and wallops Lucious who stumbles back into the middle of the ring. Chamelion leaps with a missile drop kick from the middle turnbuckle. Both are down, but Chamelion kips up to his feet quickly and begins to stomp away at Lucious. Grabbing the wrist, he drags Lucious over to his corner tagging in Riona . The two begin to work over Lucious in the corner until the five count. The ref finally breaks up the double team with some effort as Riona wails away at Lucious's head with right fists and swift kicks to his temple.

McDaniel: It was really only a matter of time before she started using his face as a punching bag. He deserved every last damn punch.

Rentfro: What does he deserve it for Jon? Being discriminated against? Undoing a wrong that was forced upon him?

McDaniel: Better question is "What does he deserve that title for?"

Riona places her boot across the throat of Lucious pressing him into the middle turnbuckle until the ref breaks it up with a five count. Riona reaches up and tags in Chamelion once again, he climbs to the top turnbuckle as Riona holds the legs of Lucious still. Chamelion dives with a double foot stomp to Lucious's midsection and then pushes off with effort over Riona landing on the mat. Riona dives out of the ring to the apron as Chamelion runs back at Lucious with a dropkick to Lucious's chest. Lucious is gasping for breath in the corner and tries to look past Chamelion to Rayn. Another tag and another double team effort as the two pound away at Lucious in the corner. Rayn has had enough as he charges across the ring but is stopped by the referee before he reaches his partner in the corner.

McDaniel: Oop, that will cost him.

Chamelion and Riona take this opportunity to double team more as the ref's back is turned to them.

McDaniel: Told ya.

Riona backs up, charging at Lucious with a shoulder block into the downed man's chest; Lucious is in a really bad way now as his gasps become more and more fierce in the effort to breath. Rayn climbs back through the ropes, and the ref turns to find the double team in progress. He places his hands on Chamelion and forces him out of the ring but not before he has to issue another five count to the pair. Both Riona and Chamelion are sweaty from the effort being put into beating down Lucious and the only really fresh man in the match is Rayn who has yet to be involved in any wrestling. Riona bends to pick Lucious up, but Lucious hits a low blow. While not as effective as it would be to a male opponent, the strike sends Riona into a rage, but uncontrolled as it is, Lucious is able to trip her up and then he begins to crawl towards his corner, Rayn slapping the turnbuckle adding to the momentum.

Rentfro: Here we go! Things are about to get good. Haha. Now you'll see your precious Chamelion and Riona torn a new one.

Lucious is on his elbows inching towards his goal, his eyes locked on that turnbuckle. Riona is up and tagging in Chamelion. As Chamelion enters the ring, Riona crawls through the ropes in pain. Lucious is an inch away from tagging in Rayn, nearly there a lunge and Chamelion jerks on his ankle bring him further away from his partner. Chamelion smirks up at Rayn, looks down at Lucious, and begins to stomp away at his neck.

Rentfro: NO!

McDaniel: So much for that.

You can hear Brian slam his fists as we see Chamelion bouncing off the ropes, he falls down with a knee drop across the back of Lucious's neck. Chamelion runs, hitting the opposite ropes, he comes back with a leap over Lucious spring boarding off the near ropes with a moonsault onto Lucious's back. Roll over and a pin.

ONE! TWO...—

Rayn in to break up the count and Chamelion looks up into the smirking face of Rayn. Chamelion just nods knowing he would do the same. Chamelion lifts Lucious to his feet, Irish Whip and Lucious reverses the whip Chamelion into the ropes. Chamelion tries to catch the rope and stop himself but just misses the opportunity and hurtles back at Lucious. Dropping to one knee Lucious shoves back up flipping Chamelion up and over the top rope to... the ring apron. Chamelion caught himself on the ring apron, he shakes his head in denial. Chamelion turns from a tap on his shoulder to find Rayn's right hand coming right at his face.

Rentfro: About time. Smug schmuck had it coming.

Chamelion crumples to the apron and rolls to the outside looking up at Rayn. Lucious stumbles over as Riona storms into the ring to prevent the tag. The referee is too slow to get in his way and Riona hits Lucious in the back...

*THWACK!*-- The sound of Lucious's hand meeting the meaty palm of Rayn's hand is heard loud and clear in the arena. Riona backs up but not for being scared, She is welcoming Rayn into the ring, eager to fight. Rayn obliges and charges in to meet Riona with rights and lefts.

Rentfro: About time.

Riona is out sized by Rayn and quickly down. But Riona isn't the legal wrestler and Chamelion slides back into the ring behind Rayn. He turns to meet Chamelion with rights and lefts, turning back to Riona he punches away at Riona too.

Rentfro: Finally, JUSTICE!

McDaniel: Unfortunately, Chamelion and Riona feeling the effects of letting the fresh man in.

He goes from Riona to Chamelion throwing rights and lefts. Rayn is on a roll; kick to Rayn's knee and he goes down but is still throwing punches. Chamelion with a snuck in right hand, Rayn dazed another right hand and Rayn is leaning. Riona kicks Rayn back upright into a springboard spinning kick from Chamelion and the big man is finally down on the mat. Riona is forced to her corner and climbs back through the ropes. Chamelion picks Rayn up whipping him into his and Riona 's corner and he comes back out stumbling. Chamelion rushes Rayn with a body splash, but Rayn turns just in time to catch Chamelion in mid leap pressing him high up over head in a gorilla press slam that he turns into a running powerslam in his and Lucious's corner. Rayn tags in the waiting Lucious Who begins to take out his frustration on Chamelion with forearm shots, fists, and a Russian leg sweep; Chamelion is on the mat. Lucious bounces off the ropes delivering an elbow drop under Chamelion's chin.

McDaniel: Bad news for Chamelion. The roles are pretty much reversed from earlier

Rentfro: Just like I told you Jon...Karma.

Lucious begins to stomp away at Chamelion's body now. Chamelion rolls under the bottom rope to the outside where he gets to his feet quickly. He shoulder blocks Lucious as Lucious pounds on his back trying to slow Chamelion down and keep him grounded. Shoulder block again and Chamelion backs up from under the top rope to stare up at Lucious. Knee to the gut and Chamelion bends over; over the top rope suplex... Chamelion is down on the mat. He lifts Chamelion up and another knee to the gut and another over the head suplex. Chamelion comes crashing down to the mat. Lucious lifts him up once again placing his head under his arm pit and lifts him delivering a vicious spike DDT to the canvas. Lucious doesn't pin Chamelion but intends on delivering as much damage to Chamelion as Riona and Chamelion did to him earlier.

McDaniel: This could be a bad call from Lucious. There's no telling if he'll have another opening like this to go for a pin.

Rentfro: Lucious can't make a bad decision Jon.

Lucious looks a little pissed, pulling Chamelion up by his hair and letting go, only to lock his arms together and swing them both up for an Axe-Handle EuroCut! Chamelion stumbles back a step, but doesn't go down, instead throwing a Dropkick right into Lucious’s knee! The World Champion drops to one knee, Chamelion quickly running to the ropes and coming back with another Dropkick, this one right into the side of Lucious's head, sending him rolling over on the mat. Chamelion crawls over to the corner, quickly climbing to the outside and beginning to ascend the turnbuckles, but Lucious gets up to his feet before he can make it all the way, quickly coming over and stunning Chamelion with a EuroCut before climbing onto the ropes himself, setting Chamelion up for a Superplex. Riona makes the save, though, aiming a kick right into Starr’s lower back. Riona pulls Starr off the ropes, locking his arms up in a Full Nelson and backing him away from the corner, obviously wanting Chamelion to launch a move from the top. Starr is just too strong to be kept in the hold by Riona , though, and breaks out of it, grabbing Riona and shoving her into the corner, causing Chamelion to crotch himself from the motion. Riona drops to the mat and rolls away, holding her mid-section while Lucious climbs the ropes once again, this time locking his arms around Chamelion's waist, diving backwards and turning in mid-air for a SUPER 180 SPINEBUSTER!!! The ring shakes from the force of the impact, Chamelion arching up in agony as Lucious hooks his leg.


McDaniel: Probably the closest pin we've had all night.

Brian Rentfro: Damn biased refs, that was a blatant slow count!

Riona manages to break it up as the crowd roars its approval. Rayn has gotten tired of the interference though, and grabs Riona to toss her out of the ring. He follows her outside for more disciplinary measures. As Riona lays there, Rayn grabs a microphone.

Rayn: As of now, this match is no disqualification!

Rentfro: AWESOME!

McDaniel: Come on!

The crowd boos as Rayn whips Riona into the barrier while Lucious whips Chamelion into the corner, but as Starr charges forward for a Spear in the corner, Chamelion dives to the side, sending Starr's shoulder straight into the ring-post. Lucious shifts out to drop to a seated position in the corner, clutching his arm while Chamelion quickly moves to the opposite corner. Leaning down to slap his knees, Chamelion charges forward, Lucious looking up far too late to avoid the high velocity knees! Starr’s face gets smashed in between Chamelion's knees and the turnbuckle, the crowd bursting into cheers as he slumps out of the corner onto the canvas. Chamelion isn't done though, quickly getting up to his feet and letting out a yell of victory, the crowd jumping up to their feet as they recognize Chamelion looking to finish this match. Chamelion pulls Lucious up and shuffles to the side to deliver the SOS, but Rayn interrupts this, grabbing Chamelion from behind and shoving his head under his arm, pulling him away from Lucious into a vicious back dropper! Rayn walks over to the side of the ring and kicking Riona back out of it as she tries to get in. Starr goes for a pin as Rayn heads back to his corner.

McDaniel: That's all she wrote folks.


McDaniel: Not quite.

Somehow, Chamelion manages to get a shoulder up. Starr hooks both his legs this time, rolling him up in a cradle for a better pin.

McDaniel: Mulligan.


Riona breaks it up!

McDaniel: Better luck next time.

Riona drags Chamelion to their corner and tags herself in. Lucious and Riona meet in the middle with the fans erupting, the champ bashing Riona with a few EuroCuts. Riona doesn't go down though, instead psyching herself up and launching into a kick flurry, slamming them into Lucious's mid-section and hamstrings, finally ending it with a roundhouse kick right into the side of his head. Lucious stumbles and Riona begins delivering Roaring Elbows, one after the other, backing Lucious into a neutral corner. The rage Riona has tried to keep in check is gone, bash after bash, vengeance fueling her, she goes about destroying Lucious Starr for stealing her PWA Undisputed World Championship. The ropes keep Lucious from dropping, but he's noticeably stunned, enough for Riona to run back to the ropes, coming off with the SPEAR!!! This takes Lucious down quite effectively, but also sends a shockwave down through Riona's back, leaving her rolling on the mat next to Lucious in pain. Finally, Riona manages to get over and tag a wobbly Chamelion. Too slow to get into the ring, though, and Chamelion isn't able to get there in time to prevent Starr from rolling over and tagging out to Rayn. The Big man enters the ring, quickly moving over to Chamelion and pulling him up by his arm, Chamelion still looking too out of it to counter. Rayn pulls him into a Front Face lock and sends a quick knee up into his mid-section, then lifts him up for a suplex, turning him in mid-air to bring him down with a slam. But Chamelion breaks loose and slides down behind Rayn, swinging his arm back as Rayn whips around and felling the Order member with a Enzuguri! Neither man seems to want to get up after that one, both finally pushing themselves up at the same time. Chamelion attacks first, though, slamming into Rayn with another Enzuguri! With Rayn stunned, Chamelion quickly runs to the ropes, coming off with a running SOS but Lucious intercepts nailing a high momentum Kick, meeting a speeding Chamelion adding to the shot, causing the Devious one to skid across the ring, nearly out of it.

McDaniel: Ouch.

Lucious spits on Chamelion and yells to Rayn he just saved his ass. Turning then, Starr actually exits the ring and yells back to Rayn.

Lucious: Now YOU prove yourself!

McDaniel: What is Lucious going on about?

Rentfro: Simple. Starr helped win at Manitoba Mayhem. Rayn was just given the rails.

Rayn, wobbling to his feet, looks on in anger as Starr backs up the ramp. Rayn turns and grabs Chamelion and hits “The Downs”! He rises and turns back to Starr, shouting that’s how it’s done. As this happens, Riona drops from the canvas, intent on chasing Lucious down, who turns to escape… only for the crowd to explode as Marxx comes running out from the back and clotheslines Lucious Starr.

Brian Rentfro: WHAT THE HELL?

Jon McDaniel: It’s Marxx! Marxx is back!!

Marxx and Riona begin to double stomp on Lucious Starr, before the rest of the Order rushes out to save their fallen comrade. In the ring, Rayn is beside himself in rage, seeing this go down. With a curse, he turns to finish the job alone when.


Chamelion delivers the Sweet Sound of Success super kick and lays Rayn out! Chamelion falls on top of Rayn, virtually out of it himself.





Rentfro: NOO! DAMNIT!

McDaniel: And that's that.

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match; Riona Langly and Chamelion!

Chamelion rolls out of the ring, seeing the Order break in two to come to the ring. Smirking with his Devious Cheshire smile, Chamelion waves as he exits through the crowd. As the Order seems now to be in advantage over Riona and Marxx, more cheering erupts as Bound by Blood and Johnny Maverick appear and chase the order off. Riona, bloody and angry, spits towards Lucious, cursing him. Marxx, even with the bruises, smiles widely knowing he’s shocked the Order with his return and Bound by Blood circle the others, guardians as the Order now stands in the ring, pissed to no end.

Jon McDaniel: This is what Chamelion meant about the war just beginning! Riona and he have formed a powerful group of their own!

Brian Rentfro: Nothing is as powerful as the Order!

Riona on the outside of the ring grabs a mic.

Riona: Lucious, you escaped today, but you and your Order will burn in hell… my Apostles will see to it!

Riona hands the mic to Marxx.

Marxx: There goes the first week of domination for the Order of Chaos! And believe me, this is just the beginning for you. All I gotta say is... F*CK AUTORITY! I, and no one else here is going to HAIL Kalis anything!

The crowd explodes in cheers, approving the statement of the returning superstar.

Marxx: You guys just decided to mess with the wrong guy at the wrong time. By taking this company the way you did, you just turned yourselves into a huge target for the whole roster. Your days of domination, you better cherish them, and even more if you decide to put the bounty on my head. Because if you do...

The crowd knows what’s coming. Marxx takes the pose and screams out loud:


Then, Marxx raised his microphone as the crowd yelled “MARXX!” and quickly brought it back to his mouth.

Marxx: ... On you!

Jon McDaniel: The Apostles! The Apostles are back!

Brian Rentfro: Oh… oh no!

Rayn and Starr glare at each other, realizing their issues lead to this. They begin to shout at each other, while the Order tries to, well, maintain order… and the Apostles, lead by Riona Langly, almost seem.. pleased…. For they have struck a blow to the power that is the Order…and the war is just beginning.

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