World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Law Giver, Peacemaker, War Monger

Brian Rentfro: And WELCOME! To PWA Tuesday Night Chaos, folks!

Jon McDaniel: Have we got a show for all of you! Cause toni-

Suddenly the lights immediately dim, and a single spotlight shines onto the stage at the entrance ramp. "The World Is Not Enough" by Garbage begins to play and The Order of Chaos emblem burns on the ADCTron.


Eric Emerson: Introducing!

Kalis steps out from behind the curtain to the boos of the crowd in attendance. He smirks as he raises his arms in the air and dusts his shoulders off. He tips his Fedora cap and adjusts the collar to his black Brioni suit as he begins making his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is...

Emerson looks at the card he's been given, as if to say "Do I have to read this?". Kalis points to him as he gets to the apron and...

Eric Emerson: He is your Majesty, your Emperor. Your superior, your God. Your Lord, your Master. He is the FRANCHISE OF THE PWA!!!!! He is...

Kalis leans against the ropes on the apron and salutes the crowd, fascist Order style as pyros explode off at all four corners of the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is SIMON KALIS!

Kalis gets into the ring and grabs the microphone from Emerson, yelling at him to get out of the ring. Emerson complies and jumps out between the middle and top rope to the outside with a hurry. Kalis looks around at the crowd and scoffs at their boos.

Simon Kalis: So I heard some of my plans for tonight leaked on the internet. So I guess there's no point in wasting all of your time with the drama and theatrics, huh?

Kalis lowers the microphone then rips his Fedora cap off, and chucks it into the crowd.

Simon Kalis: Then tell Lucious fucking Starr I've got a SERIOUS problem.

The crowd doesn't know how to react, some cheer while others boo. Kalis turns his attention to the ADCTron and points towards it. Footage replays, showing Starr first abandoning Rayn then abandoning the Cowgirls From Hell.

Simon Kalis: You cowardly son of a bitch. It's time to face the music Shadow. It's time to step up and be a god damn man for once in your weak, pathetic life! You see I'm here to make it known, absolutely clearly who's side I'm on.

Kalis pauses and then nods.

Simon Kalis: I'm with me.

The crowd cheers, and yet also boos. Mixed reactions flow towards the ring at Simon Kalis.

Simon Kalis: You see Starr, you fucked up. You abandoned Rayn, that's one thing. Sort of understandable, I know my brother's a hard ass. But then you abandon the Cowgirls on top of it. You are the absolute definition of a weak, pathetic coward who can't win a match to save his life. You have shamed me, which is bad enough. Worse yet you've shamed the Order with your overly underhanded tactics in stealing the World title. But the worst thing of all? Your greatest sin? Was shaming the PWA by your repeated cowardice. So I'm here to tell you right now, Starr. You are one of my four targets.

The crowd cheers in unison now, many in disbelief.

Jon McDaniel: What?!

Brian Rentfro: Kalis can't mean this...

Simon Kalis: Oh shut up, who said I'm doing this so all of you would cheer me?

Kalis sneers and the crowd boos him again.

Simon Kalis: You have proven one thing, Shadow. That you are a perennial loser and unfit to lead a boot into someones ass, let alone my Order. In recent months you were Tag Team champion because I allowed it to happen, and now you're the World champion because I allowed you to abuse your power to the worst possible extent. This is not how The Order carries itself, not with cowardice. Deception and infiltration sure, but cowardice? Never. And while it is painfully obvious my first victim after Lucha Libre will be David Blazenwing? My second victim? Will be you, Lucious.

The crowd has a mixed reaction, readily unsure of how to react.

Simon Kalis: You know what I say is the truth. I have defended you repeatedly from all our enemies. I have burned at the stakes of war for your cowardly actions but there are some things I cannot defend. And when you began abandoning fellow Order members to "show them" you borderline treason against us. You should consider yourself lucky I don't strip you of the World title right now, because I can bring this matter to the Board of Directors and they will agree with it if I do. The truth is you are not my World Champion, Lucious. You never will be, and as of this moment?

Kalis looks around and points down to the canvas.

Simon Kalis: I no longer recognize the PWA Undisputed World title as having any merit or authority in the PWA. This is NOT an official declaration, but merely my own personal one. And as a result, personally speaking? I proclaim Cody Bogard as the true "top" Champion of the PWA.

Kalis scoffs at his own remarks, somewhat disgusted as the crowd cheers.

Simon Kalis: This is all unofficial of course, because officially Lucious is still Champion and will remain so. But now Lucious you have a chance to prove yourself worthy of that title when you and I do battle. Non title, of course. I wouldn't want to spoil the lovely illusion you've built for yourself. But you will fucking pay for what you've done and I WILL restore ORDER in the ORDER! I am The Last Superstar left. I am the only hope for the PWA to have any hope for real talent and power inside the squared circle. I am the only one that has truly earned the right to be called the Greatest of the PWA and only ONE person can say they actually beat me fair and square.

Kalis pauses.

Simon Kalis: Not you, Matt Stone. You cheap shit bastard.

Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: So what you're all probably wondering is who else is on my list? Hmm?? There's David Blazenwing, who's wife challenged me on his behalf. I bet this Bound by period Blood bitch didn't realize I'd be so willing to accept. So that leaves us with two other spots for two other men. Both of whom are traitors.

Kalis slaps his chest and points to the ADCTron where a picture of Marxx appears.

Simon Kalis: Before you disappeared, you were to be one of us Marxx! A leader amongst these sheep! A steward and a guardian of the PWA! Now you return only to stab me in the back? You gutless piece of shit. Je suis desole, mon ami. Cause now? Il y a une guerre avec toi. You chose your side, brother. You chose the wrong side. That's why after I'm done with Blazenwing and Starr? YOU'RE NEXT!

The fans boo Simon Kalis but he shrugs them off.

Simon Kalis: Speaking of traitors... There is one other, very famous traitor of ours. Over time I see he, like Jethro, fails to see where his loyalties lay and switches sides as the tides change. The ebbs and flows of war go up and down for all sides and this war is no different. And there will be headlines when the fourth target has bled out all over the Boulevard. Right, Hollywood? Corey Lazarus?

Kalis shakes his head as the fans cheer him.

Simon Kalis: Two months ago you hated him. Four months ago you people loved me. You're all fools and idiots, just like Corey. So don't worry Corey, I haven't forgotten about you or what you did. You'll get yours. Just like Blazenwing. Just like Starr. Just like Marxx. You're all fucked in the same boat as Chamelion is come Lucha Libre. You've all made the same mistake...

Kalis chuckles.

Simon Kalis: You thought yourselves better than me. Sadly, you're mistaken. Worse still I'll prove why I am what I am, the best wrestler in the PWA. So all hail your true king. All Hail Simon Kalis.

Kalis stomps and salutes the booing crowd.

Simon Kalis: The Last Superstar!

"The World Is Not Enough" hits again and Kalis exits the ring, waving with middle fingers at the booing crowd as he makes his way backstage.

Charlie Scene vs Marco Dante

Singles Match

Kicking off at a brisk pace and never slowing down, Scene and Dante brought the crowd to life as they tore through each other to start the show. Marco seemed to have the upperhand the whole night as the new guy tried to find his groove, but he wouldn’t be shaken and in the end it came down to perseverance as Charlie scouted Dante, caught him on a mistake and destroyed him with the Moonsault Kneedrop on the turn. He leapt on the cover and called it a night.

Winner: Charlie Scene

Scene slowly breaks his hand from the grip of the referee and staggers over to the turnbuckle, nodding his head in rhythm and motioning his arms around his waist - that classic signal for “I will have a title of some sort soon”. He jumps off the camera and points to some chick in the crowd before flipping on the top rope and rolling out. Scene waves his hand at the ring announcer and calls for the microphone. But as the announcer starts to cross the ring, a woman leaps the barricade and blindsides Scene, spinkicking him into the corner with a sickening ping.

Charlie Scene raises his hand to his head for a lash and then falls down completely. His attacker brushes the hair from her face and grabs the mic that was already on the move. She brushes her shirt (which features some sort of green robot dog thing eating cupcakes) and takes a breath, soaking in the surprised cheers of the crowd before turning to the kayoed guy on the floor.

Teresa Quaranta: Jesus, these new people are all exactly alike. Chuck - can I call you Chuck? Great. Chuck...I understand that being a starving homeless guy slash backyard wrestler can drive you to make bad choices.

She bends over and pokes at Scene’s facemask with a finger and makes a face before standing up.

Teresa Quaranta: And I don’t just mean fashion choices, here. But when you offered to decapitate the General Manager of this show, didn’t you think that would, I dunno, offend people? And plus, you offered to do it for about the price of a used video game. Shameful. I remember back when people used to have pride in their work. Anyways, did you ever think that Lisa Seldon wouldn’t have the ability or time to slap around every single jobber to stroll through these doors in a ridiculous hoodie, and that she’d know a few people who were really big and really scary and really willing to kick morons in the face for concession stand money?

She shrugs in befuddlement at the body, which still isn’t moving.

Teresa Quaranta: Anyway, Charles...

She flops his hand around in hers.

Teresa Quaranta: My name’s Teresa. It was nice meeting you. I’ll be around if the whole getting physically abused thing is personal to you. Probably at the concession stand. You know, since... yeah.

Teresa hands the microphone off politely and walks backwards up the ramp with the kind of grin that can only come from someone who is off to enjoy the hell out of a bag of Sun Chips.

Johnny Maverick/Spyke Gein vs Rayn/Travis Greene

Tag-Team Match

Eric Emerson: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! Introducing first…

"Pissed off and Mad About It" by Texas Hippie Coalition begins playing through the arena. As the singer starts screaming about his feelings, Travis Green cuts through the curtain, being followed by Daniel Kalis. They both stop on top of the ramp and taunt the crowd for a moment.

Eric Emerson: At a combined weight of four hundred thirty seven pounds, Daniel Kalis and Travis Green, PISSED OFF & HUNG OVER!

The two men slide into the ring and quickly strike poses as if it was the thing to do. Travis removes his jersey and tosses it out into the crowd as Rayn takes his jacket off and tosses it to the ring girl.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents…

The arena goes dark and the ADCTron is filled with static. All of a sudden we hear the voices of Johnny Maverick and Spyke Gein.


The symbol for anarchy bleeds in through the static as Johnny and Spyke step out, turn to face each other, then headbutt each other as hard as they can. The crowd is erupting in cheers for PWA's resident playful vicious assholes.

'Complacent working class get up and off your ass You say you'd die for freedom but the riot never comes We need a revolution A social Evolution, The socialites who wave the flag are holding smoking guns They say we have to fight, Unite, Unite, Unite The same old men defile the earth and take away our rights The rules should more than bend, their world is gonna end Cause I'm not going down a pawn in a global class war'

Johnny and Spyke sprint like madmen to the ring. Johnny slides under the bottom rope and Spyke hops to the apron and springboards over the top rope effortlessly.

'We are the ones with the power to devour one and all Tear down the old foundation brick by brick and watch it fall '

Johnny and Spyke hit every corner of the ring and throw up a defiant fist that the audience throws back at them happily. They backflip out of their corners and throw a few warm up kicks as they await their opponents.

Eric Emerson: At a combined weight of three hundred, fifty pounds, Johnny Maverick and Spyke Gein, THE GLORIOUS BASTARDS!

'So damn us into hell with stories that you tell The time is now, the door is here, pass through it and you're free The rules should more than bend, Their world is gonna end I'm not going down a pawn in a global class war'

The bell sounds and the Bastards come running with a duo of Dropkicks on Rayn that send him through the ropes to the floor. Travis tries to even things up for his team and leaps for the attack on Spyke, and manages to land a few solid blows before Maverick catches him from behind. He then pulls him bolt up right for Spyke to land a few shots ending with a swift kick in the chest that drops Travis to his knees. Johnny doesn't miss a beat and hits the ropes, returns with a step up through Travis and propels himself through a Corkscrew Plancha on the outside.

Jon McDaniel: Here we go again.

Not to be outdone, Spyke puts Travis to the floor with a low Dropkick and then takes the ropes in hand as Maverick pulls both men back to their feet. He then steps aside, leaving them to their fate as Spyke hops up to the ropes and throws himself into a precisely executed Shooting Star, spun into a Dropkick that spills all three men across the floor.

Brian Rentfro: Nike-a-go-go takes out everyone on the floor!

The fans jump up into a frenzy while Johnny keeps the action going by pulling Travis back to the ring. He gets the man to his feet and tags him with a few short elbows before one from the back sends him through a spin. This turns him to Spyke, who fires off a kick to the inner thigh that buckles his leg and then turns around with a Spinning Back Kick that sends him to Johnny once more, where he gets one elbow on the upswing before Johnny steps forward into a knee in the chest.

Brian Rentfro: Travis getting his ass beat here.

Jon McDaniel: Welcome to the PWA.

Travis staggers back to Spyke who hits the ropes for leverage, but he misses Rayn getting himself back into the action as he leaps to the apron and pulls down the top-rope, sending Spyke to the floor at a fairly gruesome angle. Johnny sees this and comes running, but finds only a shoulder in the gut leading to Rayn taking a roll over his back into the ring. Johnny shoots back with a Mule Kick, but it gets caught and spun away, leaving him off balance and easy pickings for Rayn to shoot him up in the air where Travis takes him out with the Ace Crusher.

Brian Rentfro: 3 Piece! That'll do it!

Rayn drops down for the cover while Travis lays out on the mat.



Jon McDaniel: And Spyke is there to make the pick.

Spyke grabs Rayn by a leg and pulls him to the floor before jumping into the ring and sprinting for the opposite ropes. He then fires back for a dive but Rayn jumps up and clobbers him with an elbow that leaves him hung in the ropes. Rayn the holds him horizontal while Travis gets to his feet and makes for the apron. He then gives Rayn just enough time to step back as he crosses the apron and fires into Spyke with a Dropkick that sends them both to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: What action; all across the ring.

Briam Rentfro: This match is out of control!

Rayn jumps back into the ring and right into a Small Package from Johnny.



Brian Rentfro: He brakes free!

Rayn busts out and clambers to his feet while Johnny is a little slower to his, walking him right into a Standing Headscissors. Rayn then hefts him up for a Powerbomb but Johnny goes with it and throws him for a Hurricanrana. He can't catch a pin though, so instead he allows Rayn to roll to his feet and come about into a back elbow from Johnny before he spins with a Roundhouse Kick. Rayn steps forward however, catching the shot over his shoulder.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny lashes out but Rayn is on him.

Brian Rentfro: It’s back and forth.

Johnny shoots up his free leg and tries to pull-guard for a Triangle Choke, but Rayn holds his position, draws him up and slams him on the back of his head. This loosens Johnny's grip and allows Rayn to get him back up standing.

Jon McDaniel: Rayn with a Leg-Capture Suplex!

Rayn arches back and drills Johnny into the mat with enough force that he rolls through and onto his feet in the ropes. They then bounce him back, and on sheer instinct Johnny turns and lunges with a huge Palm Strike.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny Maverick with the Oh My Face.

Brian Rentfro: That's not the name.

Jon McDaniel: I'm aware.

Johnny goes face down while Rayn gets turned inside out, but a surge of adrenaline pulls him to his feet and sicks him on Maverick; who he deadlifts from the mat and buries with a German Suplex.

Jon McDaniel: What spirit out of these two men.

Brian Rentfro: He holds on!



Jon McDaniel: And he's out again!

Johnny rolls backwards and onto his feet again before lunging with a front kick this time, but Rayn staggers to the side, catches the leg, lifts and then shatters Johnny with a Backbreaker. Rayn then holds on and swings him back to his feet before turning him into position for a DDT, but Maverick turns out and then sweeps Rayn with a stiff Outside Legkick. Johnny looks to be on rubber legs, but that doesn't stop him tossing everything into a Roundhouse to the chest that sits Rayn on the mat.

Jon McDaniel: These two are tossing everything at each other and now they're dead on their feet.

Brian Rentfro: But neither one is backing down.

Johnny stumbles back a few steps and then charges forward with a knee that rattles his opponents jaw and sprawls him out. But as Johnny nears the ropes he bumps into Travis who drags him out to the apron. Travis then jumps through and pulls his partner to his feet before pointing him in the direction of Johnny. Without so much as a thought Rayn runs to the ropes, leaps and takes Johnny out with a Spear through the ropes that spills them both across the entrance ramp and leaves them dead to the world.

Brian Rentfro: My God!

Jon McDaniel: Guess that was the only way either man was going down.

Travis looks dumbfounded as he watches his partner crash to the floor in a heap, but he doesn't get to think about it too long before Spyke topples him with a Legsweep. Travis goes down and Spyke comes standing facing the otherway, which he immediatly rights with a Moonsault. Travis gets his knees up though and knocks the wind out of Spyke, who lands on his knees and right into position for Travis to twist him into a La Magistral.



Brian Rentfro: Spyke fights out.

Jon McDaniel: Travis has the unenviable task of fighting a man who doesn't react to pain, meaning he either has to wind him and tie him up for a pin.

Brian Rentfro: Or knock him the hell out.

Travis goes about doing just that, and as Spyke finds his feet he gets caught in a blistering series of kicks, punches and knees that culminates in a particularly sharp elbow point strike that tears a wicked gash above Spyke's eye. The little Green Blur looks rocked and ripe for the picking, as Travis leaps up into a high knee.

Brian Rentfro: He's got him!

Jon McDaniel: Travis sticks out his knee and wings it at Spyke's head, but he arches back out of the way and gives Travis nothing at all. He then jumps back and takes up position for the kick, and as Travis lands on his feet he gets blasted with a homerun swing as Spyke snaps off a Roundhouse Kick and smashes Travis between the eyes. Travis then rocks back, leans forward, swings a punch at no one at all and then slumps to his knees.

Jon McDaniel: Oh yeah, that one did it.

Travis' eyes glaze over as Spyke rolls him for the pin.


Rayn however gets through the ropes.


But Johnny holds him back!


Jon McDaniel: Ho got him!

Rayn pounds the mat in frustration while Johnny slips through the ropes to celebrate with his partner.

Jon McDaniel: A hard fought back and forth battle, but this one goes to Maverick and Spyke.

The two rise up in victory while we cut from the ring.

Sand Bagging

Going backstage again, we find Simon Kalis moving down a hallway towards his locker room in preparation with his match later on. As he turns a corner, he stops short in shock as a giant sand fill bag slams to the concrete floor just inches from his face. A mumbled ‘DAMN’ forces his eyes skyward, where we find Chamelion propped in the rafters some ten feet above.

Chamelion: Missed it by ‘that much’!

Kalis’s face turns red.

Kalis: You asshole, you could have killed me!

Chamelion scoffs.

Chamelion: Nah, but it certainly would have put a dent in that pretty face of yours. Figured since everyone wants to go all violent around here… guns, hangings, blood fests, I figured I’d get in on the act. Besides….

Chamelion grabs a beam and scurries down to the ground on the opposite side of the mess on the floor.

Chamelion: I once tried to electrocute someone, so I’m not exactly a goody two shoes. Face it, the more damage I do to you before Lucha Libre, the happier I’ll be.

Kalis is enraged, but before Chamelion can jump the sand mess on the floor, Kalis’s private security rushes in and gets between the two men. Chamelion scoffs again.

Chamelion: Always need protection, don’t you Simon Kalis!?

Kalis: I need no one to protect me, you bastard. But if you think I’m going to finish here what I can finish in front of all your ‘PWA fans’ when I take your PWA stock, you’re sadly mistaken. I’ll get you for this, believe me, but it’ll be on my terms, not yours!

Kalis turns and marches off, with the guards standing between him and a fuming Chamelion.

Chamelion: Coward.

Flipping the guards off, Chamelion does an about face and marches off in the other direction.

The Redeemer vs Simon Kalis

Grudge Match

on McDaniel: So this match has some special rewards...

Brian Rentfro: It does. If Simon wins, Duff.. Err, The Redeemer is sworn to his service just like Reaver of Rebel Pro.

Jon McDaniel: But if The Redeemer wins he finally gets his daughter back. Nothing's ever simple anymore is it, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Nope, never simple Jon.


Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one pinfall! Introducing first!

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, The Redeemer 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, The Reeeeedeeeeeemer!!!

++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 The Redeemer 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++

The Redeemer does a few stretches and waits patiently for the match to commence while his music dies down. He turns his attention to the entrance ramp now as the arena lights dim.

Eric Emerson: Introducing, his opponent!

"The Imperial March" begins to play as a single spotlight shines down on the stage at the entrance ramp. Simon Kalis appears dead center, with Reaver to his left and Masakazu to his right. Reaver and Masakazu look as if to be ninjas, all black in head to toe. Their masks don't hide the obvious grins on their faces as Kalis holds his hands out, clasped before himself as if in prayer. His large, looming hood covers his head but we can see the dark blood red and black mask over his face.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds and stands in at six feet and three inches tall...

Suddenly, the music changes to "Confusion" by The New Order as Kalis shoots his look skyward. The robe falls off of him, and the mask drops off of his face to reveal a newly remastered attire beneath it all...

Jon McDaniel: I recognize the outfit...

Brian Rentfro: Who wouldn't?

Kalis has no mask on as he points towards the ring and smiles. Masakazu holds out the white mask and hands it to Simon who puts it neatly over his face. Reaver removes the two sheathed swords, hidden by the robe before, off of Simon's back.

Jon McDaniel: It's HYPE! Kalis has come out as Hype once more!

Kalis, or Hype, begins to move to the heavy techno beat tauntingly towards the ring as he's showered with boos. Reaver and Masakazu back away and return to the backstage area as Kalis mockingly spits at the fans in front row who throw garbage at him in an attempt to dirty his white ninja outfit.

Eric Emerson: He is the Franchise of the PWA, he is your Lord and your God. The Last Superstar... Simon Kalis as... HYPE!

Hype hops up onto the apron and springboards into the ring! He sends a corkscrew superkick which dazzles the fans straight at The Redeemer, knocking him all the way back. Hype lands on his feet and strikes a pose, mockingly telling The Redeemer to bring it.

Jon McDaniel: I think people forgot Kalis suspended himself from active duty. So this must be a loophole.

Brian Rentfro: ALL HAIL!


Kalis begins dancing in the ring, bobbing and weaving back and forth and maintaining heavy speed over Redeemer. Redeemer moves in and grabs Hype by the neck and lifts him into the air. He chokeslams Hype to the canvas to the cheers of the crowd! But Hype quickly slides himself underneath Redeemers legs and pops back up on the other side. Hype bounces off the ropes and comes flying in the air, corkscrewing through the air and landing on Redeemer with a body splash. Redeemer catches Hype however and slams him back into the canvas. Hype however sends a heavy punch straight into Redeemers gut. Dwayne Cross doesn't see the brass knuckles, which are painted white to blend with the ninja outfit as Hype wails on Redeemer repeatedly in the rib cage with them. Hype spits in the Redeemers face as he jumps to the top rope and waits for Redeemer to get to his feet. As he does, Hype comes flying off the top rope and axehandle smashes Redeemer across the throat, not the armored mask he wears. Hype throws the brass knucks out of the ring before referee Cross can notice them and throws a middle finger to the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: Jeez! I forgot how much Kalis turns up the speed when he's portraying himself as Hype!

Jon McDaniel: Come on Duff! You need to win this! For the sake of Morgan! The mans daughter is on the line and Kalis has the nerve to cheat! What happened to your honor, Simon?!

Brian Rentfro: That's not Simon though! That's Hype! LOOPHOLES FOR THE WIN!

Hype dances in the ring, thrusting his pelvis towards Redeemer in an insulting and sexual manner as Redeemer gets to his feet. Redeemer charges and grabs Hype as he tries to get away. Redeemer with an elevated DDT brings Hype down onto the canvas hard. Hype rolls away holding his head as Redeemer gets to his feet and grabs him by the legs. Redeemer pulls Hype into the middle of the ring and hits him heavy with an elbow drop to the back of his head. Hype kicks the canvas holding his head before throwing himself back onto his feet from his back. Hype immediately strikes a muay thai pose and unleashes a fury of thrust kicks to Redeemers legs. He strikes in rotation with each leg nailing Redeemer under his knees with each strike. Hype bounces off the ropes and comes running at The Redeemer! Hype runs up Redeemers body, putting his feet on the Redeemers knees as he comes up but the Redeemer catches the speedy Hype and fallaway slams his ass into the canvas. The camera pans the crowd and we see signs like "DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE!", "The Redeemer Can Redeem My *CENSORED*" a young woman holds up and another one says "ROFLS!" as both men lay in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Don't Believe The Hype? Damn some of these fans are quick.

Jon McDaniel: They're PWA fans, Brian. Even here in South America. They're the smartest and best fans of the sport.

Hype is to his feet first but is groggy from the slam as Redeemer gets to his feet now as well. Masakazu and Reaver return to the entrance ramp, and they have Redeemer's daughter Morgan with them. She seems heavily concerned and Redeemer focuses his attention on her, blowing her a kiss as he leans off the ropes. This gives Hype the time he needs to cross body splash Redeemer and himself both over the top rope and onto the outside! Dwayne Cross begins the twenty count as Hype begins pummeling Redeemer. But Redeemer grabs Hype and throws him against the barricade. Redeemer sends a knee straight to Hype's gut as Hype rushes him, which flips Hype up into the air. Hype lands hard onto the steel steps and favors his back as Redeemer picks him up and then lifts him up. Redeemer piledrives Hype onto the steel steps and the fans go nuts with cheers as Hype rolls away and doesn't seem to be moving. Dwayne Cross is already at the 11 count as Redeemer rolls back into the ring. Redeemer raises his arms in victory as Simon "HYPE" Kalis does not seem able to move. Reaver seems ready to intervene but Masakazu stops him.

Brian Rentfro: Ugh! Duff is gonna win by a countout?! Cheap! Cheap!

Jon McDaniel: And Cross just hit fifteen...

As Cross counts down, Hype doesn't move. Seventeen. Eighteen... Suddenly Hype jumps to his feet and throws himself onto the apron as nineteen hits! Right before twenty, Hype is back in the ring and the count is stopped! When Cross isn't looking, Hype low blows The Redeemer as he approaches. Hype gets to his feet and sends a vicious thrust kick into Redeemers knees sending him to the canvas. Hype hops up onto the top rope quickly and comes flying off with a corkscrew shooting star press!


Brian Rentfro: IRONY FOR THE WIN!

Hype hooks the leg and Cross drops for the count.




Hype looks up, his eyes wide open in disbelief. Morgan cheers from the entrance ramp as Masakazu and Reaver both roll their eyes. Hype slams his fist into the canvas and gets to his feet, he bounces off the ropes and comes running and goes for a moonsault which Redeemer rolls away from. Hype hits the canvas hard in pain and Redeemer catches him on the canvas! COIL! COIL! REDEEMER LOCKS IN THE COIL ON HYPE! Hype writhes in pain as Dwayne Cross checks on him to see if he's going to tap! The fans are on their feet and all chanting.


Hype screams "NO!!!!" loud enough for the cameras microphones to pick it up. Redeemer yells as he pulls back with the submission finisher on Hype, demanding him to tap out. Hype puts his right leg out in an attempt to touch the ropes. He fails and seems to be losing consciencness. Dwayne Cross seems to suggest to Hype that he tap but Hype continues to refuse. Hype bites down on Redeemers arm as hard as he can but Redeemer does not let go of the hold. Finally Hype yells and rips himself out of the hold, nearly snapping his own neck in doing so. Hype gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, dropping onto Redeemer with a quick and stunning leg drop! But the Redeemer is not phased and Hype still seems incredibly hurt from the Coil.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis should've realized he'd lose. The man wants his daughter back. Simon above anyone should know that kind of drive.

Brian Rentfro: The Redeemer is about to redeem himself a one way ticket into servitude for Simon Kalis, watch. Believe the Hype, ladies and gentlemen.

Redeemer does not relent as he stomps down on Hype's neck hard, using the ropes for leverage. Cross tries to stop him but Redeemer pushes him away, sending Dwayne Cross to the canvas. Hype rolls out of the ring in that split second of distraction. Masakazu sends a long throw to Simon Kalis and he catches a cigarette pack with a lighter inside of it. Hype lights the cigarette on the outside of the ring and takes a not so healthy breather from the match. Hype holds his neck with his left hand as he smokes with his right. Redeemer points at him and says something inaudible for the audience or our cameras to hear but Simon "HYPE" Kalis hears him well. Hype goes under the ring and pulls out a large duffle bag and opens it up. He begins pulling out t-shirts and throwing them into the crowd for the fans to have.

Brian Rentfro: Ah another free t-shirt giveaway? Kalis is so wonderful to these fans yet they still boo him.

Jon McDaniel: Pfft.

The t-shirts read "The Last Superstar" on the back with a picture of Simon Kalis on the front. Redeemer scoffs at this but the fans, while still booing Hype, take the shirts anyways. Hype crushes the cigarette under his boot and slides back into the ring only to be met by more stomps from The Redeemer as Dwayne Cross comes to. Cross shoves Redeemer off of Hype thinking this has gone on the entire time. Hype gets to his feet and stomps down, saluting Redeemer with the fascist Order salute. Redeemer steps back and enters a fighting stance and it's like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. CHAOS! Redeemer with a left hook, Hype with an elbow uppercut! Redeemer with a straight right fist to the face and Hype responds with a thrust kick to his ribs. This continues and the fans count as each man lands a blow at the same time. Fists, knife edge chops, thrust kicks everywhere abound for one minute as both men stand at 46 hits a piece. Redeemer jumps back, and goes for the Haduken! But Kalis dodges, and lands a vicious superkick to Redeemer! AK-47!!! AK-47!!! The fans boo heavily as Redeemer hits the canvas and Hype covers.






Eric Emerson: The winner... SIMON "HYPE" KALIS!

Kalis rips the Hype mask off of his face and orders Reaver and Masakazu to approach. Kalis grabs a microphone as Masakazu puts Morgan down from his arms. Kalis rips Redeemers mask off and points to his daughter, Morgan.

Simon Kalis: I will give you redemption, right now Mr. McCoy. You see the deal was if you won you'd get your daughter back... But if I won?! You'd be sworn to my service for good... Guess what, Mr.McCoy?!

Kalis kneels down and looks Duff in the eyes and smiles.

Simon Kalis: You are now sworn to me and will do everything I tell you to do.

Kalis stands up and looks around as the crowd boos heavily, almost drowning him out. He nods and stops smirking.

Simon Kalis: But I'm not the monster people make me out to be. I'm a fair man, Mr. McCoy. I am. So I have a gift for you...

Kalis turns his head and nods to Masakazu. Masa taps Morgans shoulder and she runs into the embrace of her father. Redeemer aka Duff holds her close and smiles as he hugs her. Morgan has tears in her eyes, happy tears to be back with her father.

Simon Kalis: I am not a monster. I'm just the best.

Kalis looks down at Redeemer and nods.

Simon Kalis: Now rise, my Redeemer. And join your new brethren.

Kalis, Masakazu, Reaver and now Redeemer with his daughter Morgan leave ringside. Redeemer doesn't seem pleased as he looks at Simon but as he looks back at his daughter he smiles...

Brian Rentfro: See, Kalis isn't a monster. He's a saviour!

Jon McDaniel: ...Duff has no choice now but at least he has Morgan back...

All four men now leave and exit behind the curtain...

Brian Rentfro: What a happy family.

A Gentleman Caller

The camera cuts backstage where Jethro walks into Lisa Seldon's office, the aforementioned sitting at her desk.

Jethro Hayes: Lisa.

With the mentioning of her name, Jethro nods to her as well as Lisa looks into his eyes.

Lisa Seldon: Jethro.

Lisa indicates a chair in front of her desk, Jethro sits down in it.

Lisa Seldon: So… what can I do for you big guy?

She holds up a hand before he can speak

Lisa Seldon: Wait, wait, lemme guess. You’ve come to club me in the head and then take your Simon Kalis sponsored title shot?

Jethro shakes his head.

Lisa Seldon: No? So you wanna go the other way, tell me you’re not going to clobber me if I get you a shot.

Again Jethro shakes his head.

Lisa Seldon: Oh come on man, you want some sort of title shot. That is the only reason that anyone comes into my office.

Lisa Seldon(mumbling): Not that anyone wonders how I am doing, they just claim to deserve title shots that they haven't earned or try to steal my hole punch.

Jethro waits, letting her finish.

Jethro Hayes: I don't want a title shot of any kind; because I didn't earn one. I failed to defeat Rayn, that was my chance and because of certain things... I failed in my chance to get a shot for the PWA World Title.

Lisa looks up at Jethro.

Jethro Hayes: I simply want one match at the Pay Per View.

Lisa looks skeptical.

Jethro Hayes: I want either Simon Kalis or that bastard Scott Nash Strader.

Lisa looks at Jethro still, quizzical.

Jethro Hayes: I'm not asking for any title shot, but no one here can truthfully deny that I've paid my dues and never asked much from anyone... Lisa... I'm asking this. I'm not demanding this match, but it is something that I am requesting from you as a boss.

Lisa continues to stare at Jethro as he stands up. Jethro walks to the door, his back to Lisa as she continues to stare at his back.

Jethro Hayes (speaking over his shoulder): I know Simon is after you Lisa, whether you give me either match or not, I'll do my best to keep him from getting to you. I place my honor at stake Lisa that he will not get to you at this show.

Lisa Seldon: Jeffy!

He turns around, leaning into the doorway.

Lisa Seldon: I can’t give you either of those matches. Far as I’m lead to believe Strader is currently without the PWA and Simon is taking on Chamelion in a match where they’ll kill each other with any luck.

He goes to speak, but she jumps in again.

Lisa Seldon: but… I here he’s got a list of people who need to die or whatever. And I’m sure there’s a way we can get you on there. Just… leave it with me, and I’ll get you something.

Lisa shoots him a grin and Jethro nods in reply. He then shuts the door behind him and we fade away from the scene.

Jethro Hayes vs Matt Stone

Singles Match

As the bell rings, the two men lock up. Jethro, using his weight advantage, gets Matt into a side headlock before being pushed into the ropes and breaking the hold. He bounces towards the opposite ropes, Matt charges at the rebounding man and Jethro ducks a clothesline attempt hitting the ropes once more. As he rebounds, Matt turns and both men hit each other, but neither goes down. They go for a show of strength in the middle, but Jethro quickly is overpowering the smaller man with his 125 pound weight advantage. Matt seeing that he can't overpower Jethro breaks his left hand out of the hold and is behind Jethro with a twisted wristlock, sweeping the legs out from under Jethro who goes to a knee. Matt then comes back around to the front of Jethro putting him into a front face lock; Jethro begins to power up using his right hand to swing at Matt. Matt ducks the first blow, but Jethro is able to catch him with the second and now the third blow, he is rocking Matt backwards into the ropes. Jethro takes the advantage by whipping Matt into the ropes following up with a shoulder block tackle to the mat. Jethro makes a cover, even though it is early in the match.



Jethro is up and off of Matt allowing the 2009 Superstar of the Year to get back to his feet. Jethro teases going for another show of strength, but Matt is quickly behind the redneck and has him hooked up into a full nelson. Jethro shakes his head and tries to whip Matt off of his back, but to no avail; Matt begins to wear the country boy down; Jethro to one knee. With his face turning red from the effort of trying to remove himself from the full nelson, Jethro drops to his other knee, his eyes begin to roll up into his head. The ref walks over and raises Jethro's hand into the air.

ONE!- The arm falls like a rock to the bottom of a lake.

TWO!-- The arm is limp and drops heavily.

THR-- The arm remains in the air, supported by Jethro as he shakes his head. His face is still red as he stands back up to first one knee then the second. As his eyes roam over the ring, looking for an escape, he notices where he is at and pushes back with his legs causing Matt to hit hard into the corner. The hold is broken and Jethro stumbles forward falling to one knee and gasping for breath. But he is up quickly and turning around to meet Matt toe to toe with right hands, backing him into the corner; Matt is reeling and now back in the corner. Jethro slaps his chest palm down causing Matt to wince in pain at the meatiness of Jethro's palm. Jethro grabs the left wrist of Matt and Irish whips him towards the other corner, but Matt reverses the whip and now Jethro is heading into the corner chest first. He bounces back out of the corner and Matt leaps with a resounding bull dog, sending Jethro to the canvas face first. Rolling him over, Matt hooks the leg.




Matt is on his feet, a cocky grin on his face and talks down at Jethro, as if the man just isn’t up to par with the former Grizzly Beer Champion. Matt then attempts to apply a sharpshooter in the middle of the ring, but Jethro powers out of it, flipping Matt to the ropes. Stumbling to his feet, Jethro measures Matt and rushes in with a big boot to the face, sending Matt careening over the ropes to the floor outside.

With the ref counting, Jethro follows and grabs Matt. The Southern Hero is riled up, knowing his recent downhill slump comes from being too nice and he throws Matt against the steel steps, and you can almost see the cockiness blasted from Matt’s face. He groans, holding his shoulder as Jethro races in, going for a knee to the face, but Matt moves and Jethro crashes in and over the steel steps, clutching his knee as he falls to the floor. The ref is up to seven as Matt crawls into the ring, and he turns to see the ref reach nine, and smiles at his good fortune. However bad knee and all, Jethro dives into the ring and makes it with no time to spare.

Matt immediately begins to go to work on Jethro’s knee, striking with stomps and kicks, further damaging the ligaments in the larger man’s leg and knee. Hopping to the second turnbuckle, Matt comes down with an elbow across the knee and then locks in a leg lock, wrenching it back. Jethro growls, and rakes Matt’s eyes, forcing him to release the hold and getting a reprimand from the referee.

Grabbing Mat by the hair, Jethro gets him upright and then whips him ferociously into the ropes. As Matt bounces out, Jethro goes for a vicious plow, that would tear a man in two, but his knee gives way and he drops and Matt is able to turn around and sidestep the man’s stumble. As Jethro tries to stand, Matt sweeps his leg out, turns him over and starts to apply the sharp shooter! Jethro kicks Matt in the back, hard and Matt is forced into the corner face first. As the ref goes to check on Matt, the crowd erupts as Blake Witcroft rushes down to the ring with a chair and he swings it, knocking Jethro in the head and sending him to dream land. Blake then falls and rolls under the ring as the ref turns. Matt, shaking the cobwebs free, drags Jethro to the center and applies the Sharp Shooter!

Matt secures the move deep and the ref checks on Jethro, but the big man is out. The ref raises his hand once, twice, three times and then calls for the bell.


Matt breaks the hold immediately, out of respect and gets his hand raised by the referee. Grinning, Matt leaves the ring, feeling successful and doesn’t see Blake slide out the other side and into the ring with the steel chair. Aiming for the hurt knee, Blake gets in two solid swings before Emily Corlen comes racing down. Blake sees her and immediately withdraws, and Emily stands over a pained Jethro as Blake makes the retreat to the back.

Cody Bogard vs Corey Lazarus

Singles Match

Cut to the ring, where Eric Emerson stands tall, carefully looking over his notecards.

Eric Emerson: A seguinte competição é programada para ter um limite trinta minuto de tempo!

The lights in the arena die, and the ADC-Tron shows nothing but a black and white film countdown, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.

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

~=In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby!=~

Eric Emerson: Introdução neste tempo que está sendo acompanhado de Gregory Price...

Lazarus steps further onto the stage, turning around slowly to take a quick look at the ADC-Tron before stopping at the end of the stage, his back to the ramp and the ring before turning around. Price pats his client on the shoulder, and then looks at the ADC-Tron with him as Corey cracks his neck to either side, stretching out and jogging in place.

~=Don't you know that I love you?!=~

Eric Emerson: Pesa libras 220...

~=In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey!=~
~=Don't you know that I'll ALWAYS be true?!=~

Eric Emerson: E estando em 6-foot-1...

Lazarus continues to jog in place at the end of the stage as the guitars duel into the start of the first chorus, shaking out his limbs, and then throws a few shadow punches and kicks into the air.

~=Oh, won't you come with me?=~
~=And take my hand?=~

Price points up at the ADC-Tron, focusing everybody's attention to more clips of Laz's glory: dropping Demise head-first into a casket via the Mercury Driver to claim the PWA World Heavyweight title at High Stakes '08; drilling Riona Langly with a picture-perfect example of the Sands of Ishtar for his first Intercontinental title at Genesis IX; dropping Thunderwolf down with the Box Office Bomb to claim the first fall in their classic 2/3 Falls match at Genesis X; and, most recently, sending Cody Bogard through the Million Dollar Pyramid on the 8/9/2010 edition of Chaos.

~=Oh, won't you come with me?!=~
~=And walk this land?!=~

Eric Emerson: Está em 6 pés 1...

The guitars divebomb, and Laz starts making his way down the ramp, looking out around the arena, spying on every bit of the crowd in front of him.


The drums beat along as Corey bangs his head with them and the main melody of the song returns, Lazarus taking a sip from his Aquafina as he stops halfway down the ramp.

~=In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby!=~
~=Don't you know that I love you?!=~

Eric Emerson: Vive em Hollywood, California...

Laz jaws with some fans in the front row before turning back around to watch himself on the ADC-Tron, his trademark devilish smirk on his face as he walks backwards down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: É "O Attraction da Premier"...

~=In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey!=~
~=Don't you know that I'll ALWAYS be true?!=~

Corey turns around to face the ring as they reach the bottom of the ramp, the guitars dueling before the chorus, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again. Price walks over to the ringsteps, scaling them with a cocky swagger as he walks onto the apron next to Laz.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!!

~=Oh, won't you come with me?!=~
~=And take my hand?!=~

Lazarus steps into the ring and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. Price steps in afterwards, pointing the entire time to his client, applauding him. The music keeps pounding away as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.

~=Oh, won't you come with me?!=~
~=And walk this land?!=~

The guitars divebomb again as Lazarus bobs his head to the beat of the drums, breathing heavier and heavier as he does so.


Corey leaps to his feet as the main riff returns at the end of the chorus, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban's off, turning his body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere. "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" fades into silence as Corey backs up to his corner, removing his Ray Ban's and handing them off to Price. He adjusts the tape on his hands and then stretches his legs out using the middle ropes before shadow-boxing as Gregory steps out onto the apron and walks down the steps, taking his place at ringside in Laz's corner. The symphonic start of Jam Project's "Dragon Storm 2007" cues up, drawing a larger-than-expected pop from the Brazilian fans.

Eric Emerson: E seu oponente...

The main song starts up as smoke pours from behind the curtain and brings forth Cody Bogard, who stops at the top of the ramp, a virtual shadow amidst a near-blinding barrage of strobe lights. Bogard lets out a warrior's roar before marching his way down the ramp, slapping a few high-five's with fans in the front rows.

Mizukara no ishi de sono tobi tataki
Mizukara no ishi de sono tobira wo hiraku
Taka naru mune no kodou wo Osae kurezu ni
Kokoro ni himeta Tsuyoi toshi wo moyasu

Eric Emerson: Atualmente tem a possessão do campeonato Intercontinental de PWA e pesa 210 libras...

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.

Kanayaku daiya no Genseki no youni
Itsuka wa hikari wo hanatemasu youni

Eric Emerson: Tem 5 pés e 11 polegadas de altura e vidas em San Mateo, California...

Cody jumps from the turnbuckle as he thrusts his arm into the air to a hail of cheers.

Yume no tobira wo hiraku Erabareshi senshitachi
Kagirinaki kanou sei wo Sono mune ni idaita mama
Mizukara wo shinjite tsudoishi nakama wo shinjite
Hatenaki "yume oi bito" wa Ashita e no michi wo iku dake

Eric Emerson: ...CODY BOGARD!!!

Cody stretches out on the ropes before unbuttoning the Intercontinental title, handing it off to referee Scott Swindell. Corey takes a step towards Bogard, prompting the Intercontinental champion to immediately take a fighting stance, and Lazarus stands still, staring across at Cody.


Lazarus takes a step back as Bogard takes a step out and the two men circle one another, Cody in a more crouched and classic wrestling stance whereas Laz stands upright with his hands opened halfway at shoulder-level. Bogard dives in, looking to take the PWA Hall of Famer down by the legs, but Corey hops away, throwing a fast warning kick to keep Bogard away. Cody dives in again with Laz hopping over him once more, this time backing away with a smirk on his face. Cody rises up and stands up straight, his hands on his hips, and just shakes his head as Corey lets out a minor chuckle.

McDaniel: It looks like Corey is taking pleasure in the fact that Cody hasn't been able to get to him yet.

Rentfro: Wouldn't you?

McDaniel: Oh, you're a big Cody Bogard fan now?

Rentfro: I know pure talent when I see it, Jon.

Bogard shoots in again for Laz's legs, missing a third time, but instantly twists around on the mat, taking Corey down with a drop toehold. He floats over, looking for a crossface hold, but Laz pops forward and nails a quick back elbow, sending Bogard rolling away as he scuttles onto the apron. Corey stands up, eyeing the rising Cody, and then springboards off of the top rope, coming in with a spinning wheel kick attempt.

McDaniel: Bogard catches Corey...

The IC champion slams Laz to the mat with a pseudo-spinebuster, immediately locking on a kneebar. Corey struggles for the ropes but Bogard cinches the hold in, wrenching away on Corey's knee. On the outside, Price slams his hands on the apron to try to drum up support for his client, seemingly prompting the former World champion to sit up straight, dropping a few downward elbows into the ankle of one of Bogard's grapevining legs. The sudden attacks loosen the hold, allowing Corey to push himself out and roll backwards to a knee in the corner as Bogard kips up to his feet, ready for another strike. Lazarus rubs his knee, smacking it a few times, and then rises up, a smug look on his face. He gives Cody a golf clap, to which the Intercontinental champion takes a brief bow. Lazarus surprises Cody with a rushing lariat out of the corner, which Cody easily ducks, but Laz twists around and nails a high roundhouse kick to the back of Cody's head, sending him flying forward into the corner.

Rentfro: NEVER bow your head to an enemy!

Corey drops to a knee and holds his arms out to his sides, receiving an applause as Cody rubs the back of his head, nodding. Corey rises back up and rushes into the corner, looking for a back elbow, but Cody ducks under it, sending Laz back-first into the turnbuckle pads. Bogard quickly hits the ropes, charging back with a Kikoshotei attempt, but Corey gets a foot up, connecting with Bogard's wrist. Cody backs off, shaking his hand out, and Corey nails a pair of forearms to the side of the head before nailing an elbow to his midsection, doubling him over.

McDaniel: Laz off the ropes with a Kenka Kick attempt, Cody dodges it, Bogard with a rear waistlock, Laz breaks it up, standing switch, German suplex by Laz....NO!

Bogard lands on his feet behind Corey, drilling a forearm into the back of his head. He re-applies a rear waistlock and lifts Corey up for a German suplex, but Laz rolls forward, pulling Bogard down with a Victory Roll.



Bogard forces Corey off of him and rolls to his feet. Lazarus charges in but gets caught with a deep armdrag, rises back up and charges in again, only to get caught with another. Cody locks in an armbar, but Lazarus twists out of it, rolling forward and locking in one of his own. Bogard slaps his shoulder to keep the feeling in it, only to eat to get it sandwiched between a downward elbow and a rising knee. Cody drops to a knee, holding his shoulder, and then rolls forward, reversing Laz's armbar into another one of his own. Corey goes to roll forward, but Bogard does the same, keeping the hold intact. Both men rise up to their feet with Bogard nailing a stiff knife-edge to Laz's chest.

Fans: WHOOO!!!

Rentfro: Wow, they even do that in Brazil.

McDaniel: Great wrestling fans exist all over the world.

Rentfro: So do annoying ones.

Another stiff knife-edge...

Fans: WHOOO!!!

...and Bogard wrenches the armbar in again, dropping Corey to his knees. Lazarus rolls forward, prompting Bogard to do the same, but as both men rise Laz does a headstand, quickly forcing the bottom of his boot into Cody's forehead to break the hold. Bogard staggers back as Corey rises up, shaking out of his arm, and Cody dives in, tackling Laz back down to the mat.

McDaniel: This sort of tenacity is why Cody Bogard is already a two-time Intercontinental champion.

Bogard looks to lock on a jujigatame, but Corey rolls to his side as Bogard locks it in, forcing Cody's shoulders to the canvas.



Bogard kicks out, breaking the jujigatame attempt, and then eats a rising knee to the head as both men rise.

Rentfro: And little mistakes like that are why he's already lost the belt once.

Lazarus charges in with a flurry to Bogard as the IC champion covers up, blocking about half of the strikes from making contact. Cody shoves Lazarus away before nailing a surprise shotei, sending Lazarus reeling into the ropes. Cody whips Corey off and goes for a charging lariat immediately, but Lazarus ducks underneath it, diving out onto the opposite apron. Bogard turns and charges as Lazarus rises to his feet, attempting the Kikoshotei again, but Corey counters it with a shoulderblock through the middle and top ropes, doubling Bogard over. Lazarus goes to springboard off the top, but Cody rises up with another surprise shotei, sending Lazarus tumbling to the floor.

Rentfro: Corey's on the outside, and it looks like Bogard should've studied up a little bit more on "The Premiere Attraction."

McDaniel: It's not a hardcore brawl or a deathmatch, Brian. Corey's no better on the outside than Cody is!

Rentfro: Oh, really?

Bogard readies himself as Price aids Corey to his feet and hits the ropes, charging in the direction of his opponent and his opponent's agent. Price quickly leaps away, knowing full-well that Laz has no problem pulling him into the line of fire, and Bogard dives through the ropes.

McDaniel: Topé suicida...NO!!!

Lazarus, showing his experience advantage, lunges forward and catches the diving Intercontinental champion, slamming him into the ringside mats with a snapping powerslam. The fans pop huge for this as Corey jumps to his feet, turns around, and drops to his knees. Bogard squirms at ringside, rolling onto his side as Scott Swindell slides out of the ring, checking on him.

Rentfro: Oh MAN! Did you SEE that?!

McDaniel: We...we may have an injury here, folks.

Swindell asks Bogard something, both men nodding their heads, and then slides back into the ring, beginning the count. Price pulls Corey to his feet, smacking him a few times in the face to get his brain working again. Lazarus slaps Price hard across the face, sending the Hollywood agent reeling into the guardrail, and both men laugh as Laz takes a quick bow to the crowd before sliding into the ring. Cody rises to a knee...

Swindell: 1! 2! 3! 4!

...and then pulls himself up to his feet with the aid of the apron...

Swindell: 5! 6!

...before a baseball slide dropkick from the L-A-Z sends him back into the guardrail. Swindell looks at Corey, besmirched, and Laz just shrugs, flashing his trademark devilish grin. Price slides a chair into the ring and Corey picks it up, holding it up high above his head.

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

Swindell tries to convince Corey to not use the chair, but Laz sets it up near the ropes closest to Bogard, brushing Swindell away. He backs up to the other set of ropes, cracking his neck from side to side, and then readies himself. Bogard steps away from the guardrail, dropping to a knee and clutching at his lower back, and Corey cups his mouth,



Rentfro: Here it comes...!!

Lazarus sprints across the ring as Bogard rises to his feet on the outside, kicking off of the chair and looking to leap over the top rope. Cody leaps up onto the apron and nails a huge shotei, sending Lazarus falling down to the mat, crashing into a heap on the canvas.

McDaniel: HOLY SHIT!!

Bogard drops to a knee on the apron, holding firmly onto the top rope, and Swindel folds the chair back up, sliding it out of the ring. Cody pulls himself in through the middle and bottom ropes as Corey pulls himself up in the corner, holding tightly onto the top rope. Bogard rises to his feet, slowly, and steps over to Corey, peppering him with a few quick forearms in the corner. Bogard places Lazarus on the top rope and then steps onto the apron, climbing up beside him.

McDaniel: What's Cody going to do now?

Bogard locks Lazarus into a cravate, stepping over the top rope to balance one foot on the middle rope.

McDaniel: He's going for an avalanche Ace Crusher...!!

Laz shoves Cody's arm off of his neck and leans back, slamming the top of his foot into Bogard's face. Cody nearly falls off of the ropes and to the floor but manages to hold onto the top rope. Lazarus hops down from the top rope and locks Cody into a front facelock, lifting him up high above his head and taking a few steps back before dropping

Bogard down with a sheer-drop brainbuster in the center of the ring.

Rentfro: OH MAN!! Cody's going to need an extra-large dosage of Advil in the morning.

Lazarus marches over to the corner and steps out onto the apron, ascending to the top turnbuckle. He steadies himself, crouched, and then rises to his feet, lifting his arms up slowly.

McDaniel: Corey is gonna fly...!

Cody rises to his feet and falls into the ropes, crotching Lazarus in the process. Laz pulls himself off of the top and crumbles to the mat as Bogard marches over. Cody raises a fist to the air and then quickly slides a thumb across his throat, signalling for the end.

McDaniel: Here it comes...

Bogard brings Lazarus up to his feet and whips him into the ropes.

McDaniel: Excalibur Slash...!

Rentfro: NO!!

Lazarus ducks underneath the uber-stiff lariat of Cody and turns around, drilling him with a brutal high-angle cradle backdrop suplex.


Corey covers, hooking the leg of the Intercontinental champion.





Lazarus rolls away and sits up as Swindell holds up his hand in victory, cuing "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" back up.

Eric Emerson: O vencedor deste fósforo é...COREY LAZARUS!!!

Laz rolls out of the ring and meets with Price on the outside, holding up a hand in victory.

Everybody loves Lisa

Surprise! The scene jumps into Lisa Seldon’s office. Surprise! She’s totally there at her desk, where she said she would be and is every week. Surprise! Alexis Sykes is here too, which is more of a surprise because she doesn’t actually work here, but when people put out hits on her friends she tends to turn up, and she usually brings a straight razor.

Thankfully it’s not really required right now, as the only other people in the room currently seem perfectly harmless if entirely unwelcome at the moment. One group appears to be the Glorious Bastards, while the other is made up of Bound by Blood members Katie and Sarah James. Despite what should be their differences the only complications between the two groups seems to be who gets to hang out and hit on people who come by looking for Lisa. She doesn’t seem impressed.

Lisa Seldon: Look, I'm very capable beating up people myself so how about you all just leave me alone. And you! Stop thinking about hitting me with that hole punch and claiming a title shot.

All eyes turn to Spyke, who drops the offending item back to the table.

Spyke Gein: We could have had those tag title belts.

Johnny Maverick puts a thought hand onto his little brothers shoulder.

Johnny Maverick: Aw, we're not trying to cramp your style, we just appreciate your work! Me and Spyke thought we were the only ones who solved all of our problems by kicking them.

Meanwhile Alexis Sykes, who has been eyeing the James sisters suspiciously for a while, finally speaks up.

Alexis Sykes: Wait, don't I know you?

The attention turns to Sarah James.

Sarah James: We... we were both in the BWF.

Alexis Sykes: Are you the girl I attacked with a fork?

Lisa Seldon: No, that was Eden Turner.

Alexis Sykes: Oh.

Another thought passes her.

Alexis Sykes: Are you the one I won the lightweight title off and then smashed it to shit?

Katie let's out a huff.

Katie James: No, that was me.

Alexis Sykes: So which one were you?

Sarah drops a sigh.

Sarah James: I'm the one you threatened to rape.

Lisa Seldon: Is it any wonder why you never got your BWF title shot?

Alexis Sykes: I'm still unhappy about that by the way.

Sarah James: We'll be sure to let Dave know.

Lisa Seldon: Anyway!

Lisa snaps her fingers so that the world comes back to revolving around her.

Lisa Seldon: As nice as all this is, and while I’m sure you’ve all got really nice intentions, I think I provided my point with would be hitmen already tonight. So if you could all just leave me to get back to my… what is it I do again?

Katie James: Sarcasm?

Sarah James: Lashing out spitefully without cause?

Alexis Sykes: Posting pictures of bondage on the internet?

Spyke Gein: Getting kicked in the face on your way out of toilets?

The room waits with baited breath.

Lisa Seldon: Just go away please. You two…

She waves in the direction of tripy B.

Lisa Seldon: Go think about winning titles and shit. And you…

This time to Maverick, while everyone else leaves the room.

Lisa Seldon: Go kick that fucking Rayn guy in the face because he’s giving me a headache.

Johnny Maverick: Fine, but you know what we want.

He gives her a smile but then turns to Alexis who she can’t help but notice is watching him.

Johnny Maverick: What’s up?

He tilts back his head and raises his eyebrows rather suggestive like, causing her to let spill a rather goofy laugh that’s not at all like her. Johnny then leaves them be as Lisa turns to Alexis and hits her with a scowl.

Alexis Sykes: What? I’m gay, not blind.

Lisa lets out a snort, possibly because she doesn’t have the best manners.

Lisa Seldon: What are you doing here anyway?

Alexis Sykes: Making sure you don’t get stabbed for Grizzly Beer title shots and things, because they’re so hard to come by otherwise.

Lisa Seldon: I know right?

Alexis Sykes: That and watching all your buddies.

Lisa Seldon: What, them?

She fans out her hand to where ‘them’ are no longer standing.

Alexis Sykes: Yeah, those guys. All the people who say they’ve got your back, but will probably end up putting a knife in it at the first sniff of a chance to hold some gold, which is now sitting tantalizingly a few feet away at the end of your cold and beaten corpse.

Lisa gives her a smile.

Lisa Seldon: you paint such a lovely picture.

Alexis Sykes: Yes, and were you not currently being hounded by the guy who usurped your power and now threatens to have people kill you, even after everything you did for him, I’d believe I was just being paranoid.

Alexis lets out a yawn, stretches her arms into the air and generally looks a lot more relaxed than her friend.

Alexis Sykes: I guess all I’m saying is watch out. You can probably trust your two boys there, but the rest of the people currently swarming to your side? They’d leave you for dead if they actually thought he could come through for them. So maybe just be careful who you let follow you around.

Lisa goes to speak but quirks her head and takes in the thought. She shakes it off though, shrugs her shoulders.

Lisa Seldon: You worry too much.

Alexis Sykes: Maybe.

Alexis leans back in her chair and closes her eyes. We fade out the scene.

The Phoenix vs Emily Corlen

Non-Title Match

The Phoenix and Emily Corlen started off with Pheonix mocking her name as well as her emerald colored mask while he was showing that his mask, along with himself, was the true Phoenix and true superior wrestler. Emily shut his mouth up with a slap to the cheek following it up with a kick to his chest before she sent him into the corner with a vicious Irish whip that not only stunned the Phoenix but caused him to flip over the turnbuckle like Ric Flair. Emily obliged him further by sending him to the floor with a running foot to the face and Phoenix was in trouble early. Emily didn't wait for him to get back into the ring as she launched herself over the top to the outside with a plancha that got the crowd on their feet for some high flying action. Emily landed right onto the knees of Phoenix as he was barely able to get them up in time. Phoenix didn't wait around either though as he whipped Emily into the railing before slamming her head into the barrier while muttering something about Rebel Pro. The crowd didn't understand his words, but understood that Emily was in trouble and booed Phoenix lustily. Phoenix backed away, landing a solid foot thrust to Emily before rolling her back into the ring. Emily struggled back up to her feet, but was quickly sent back down with a boot to the face from Phoenix. The Phoenix lifted her up for a vertical suplex, but Emily twisted her body around, bringing Phoenix down with an inverted Tornado DDT. Emily caught her breath before baseball sliding into Phoenix's head rolling him over onto his stomach. Emily sprung from the top rope back flipping to slam her shin into his throat and rolling on up to her feet. She played to the crowd as she ran up the corner before launching herself with a swanton that she connected with solidly. Emily hooked the leg but only got a count of two as Phoenix managed to get a shoulder up just in time.

Phoenix was then pulled back to his feet where Emily sent him into the corner, but Phoenix countered and sent Emily into the corner chest first. Phoenix laughed at her before she spun around to take his laughter out on him. Emily rushed forward, running up Phoenix, but he managed to catch himself and slam her to the canvas with a high angle spinebuster. Phoenix lifted her back up after a few well placed elbow drops to further weaken her.

Phoenix was able to hit The Flame and cap it off with The Ashes for the pin and the win.

Everybody was Kung-Fu Fighting

Kalis can be seen running through the halls, obviously upset and with steel chair in hand.

Brian Rentfro: Oh this can't be good.

Kalis finds the locker room marked "CHAMELION" and kicks the door in.

Jon McDaniel: You're probably right.

But before Kalis can attack, he's suddenly surrounded by Hoodie Ninjas inside Chamelion's locker room.

Simon Kalis: Come now, didn't I fire you useless assholes?

Behind the crowd of ninjas is Chamelion, his trademark Cheshire grin shining.

Chamelion: You didn't think you were the only one with clout did you?

Kalis backs out of the locker room and smirks.

Simon Kalis: You think you're so clever, Mark? Don't worry.

Kalis drops the chair and nods at all of the ninjas.

Simon Kalis: Lucha Libre can't come soon enough...

Kalis sighs as he leaves the area, the hoodie ninjas remaining at guard at Chamelion's locker room door.

El Gringo Tonto vs Blake Witcroft

Singles Match

The typical sound started off this match as the bell sounded. Blake began immediately to show some power as he hip tossed Gringo to the canvas before lifting him up and power slamming him British Bulldog style to the canvas. Blake went for a cover early, but El Gringo kicked easily to keep the match going. The fans in Rio de Janeiro got behind El Gringo quickly and began to boo lustily as Blake tried to unmask El Gringo in the centre of the ring. Blake locked on a wristlock, chaining into a hammerlock, but Gringo used his agility to leap up to the top rope and spring over Blake simultaneously breaking the hold and delivering an inverted DDT. El Gringo went for a pin attempt, but Blake was able to sling his shoulder up at two and the match continues. Gringo went on a quick offensive flurry of moves using his quickness. Gringo ducked under a clothesline attempt to spring back with a roundhouse kick to the back of his skull. When Blake didn't go down Gringo rolled forward beside Blake to spring up and slam him in the face with a standing dropkick which placed him in perfect position. Gringo hit a Tiger Feint Kick, but again was only able to get a two count, but truthfully it leaned toward three but never the less, it was still considered a two count and the match continued.

Gringo got back up, looking a bit miffed that Blake kicked out of the move, but the crowd was behind this only one of like two Lucha Libre wrestlers in the PWA as he pulled Blake up to his feet. Gringo continued the onslaught with a few well placed kicks backing Blake into the corner, but an unseen eye gouge got Gringo off of Blake. Gringo turned as the crowd began to boo and the referee has no idea why Gringo is holding at his eyes. Blake took Gringo down with a bulldog before lifting him up delivering a ring shaking Hat Trick for a count of two. Blake pulled Gringo back up, Gringo with a surprise roll up for a count of two before Blake was able to kick out. Blake is up and really furious at this point and manages to wrestle Tonto into a Rear Waistlock but Tonto charged forward sandwiching the referee between them, leaving him unable to see as Tonto kicked his leg back into a low blow. Blake staggered back and Tonto set on him with a Sleeperhold. Blake struggled for the ropes but with the wind knocked out of him he couldn’t fight forward.

At this point Emily Corlen made her return for the night as she came through the crowd and leaped up onto the apron. Tonto let go of the hold and charged down his upcoming opponent but Emily jumped out of the way before he could catch her. The referee admonished Emily on the floor while Tonto went back to Blake, but a lowblow greeted him on the turn before Blake got him up and finished him with the Holligan Buster for the pin.

Winner: Blake Witcroft

Post match Emily jumped the ring, causing a fight to break out between all three. Referees piled into the ring to separate the three.

Lisa Seldon then appeared on the stage and said something really funny that you would have had to have been there to really get, but it was totally hilarious, honest. She then turned the upcoming singles match for the GB title into a three way, pitting the former undefeated champion, the current champion and the number one contender together at Lucha Libre.

Divine Retribution

Scene opens up inside the dressing room of the most hated man in the PWA, and world heavyweight champion, Lucious Starr. Starr himself is sitting on the couch in his dressing room, shirtless, looking like he just got out of a shower and is looking at the world title sitting face plate up towards him. He looks at the title as if it were a woman he wants to sleep with. His cell phone rings, and he picks it up, starting a one sided conversation of no importance until being disturbed by a knocking on his door.


Lucious Starr: FUCK OFF MAN, I'M BUSY!!

The camera changes to a shot outside of Starrs closed dressing room, where we see none other than Daniel Kalis, standing outside, leaning up against the wall next to the door that says "Lucious Starr". He's wearing a pair of jeans, faded air walks with a black shirt tucked in underneath a more than worn in leather jacket. He smirks, shaking his head before swinging a really big wrench around. When I say big, I'm talking about a three and a half foot long, at least fifteen pound monkey wrench that belongs on an oil rig. Daniel sighs, knocking on the door again.



Starr yells through the door. Daniel smirks.

Daniel Kalis: Got this delivery for ya, something from Mark Sommers reguarding the PWA World title, need to hand deliver it to ya...

The angle switches back inside the locker room as Starr hangs the phone up, mumbling profanities under his breath as he walks to the door. He grabs the door handle, slamming it downwards and pulling the door open, yelling as he takes a step out before he see's who's outside.

Lucious Starr: The fuck you-

Starr doesn't get to finish as the wrench cracks into Starr's head, dropping the shirtless champion to the ground instantly, holding his head and cursing.

Lucious Starr: What the hell? GAH!!! Who does that?

He says, holding his head as he checks for blood. Daniel however quickly grabs him by his hair, lifting him up to his feet as Starr grabs at Daniels hands.

Daniel Kalis: I do ya son of a bitch!

Daniel says, bringing Starr eye to eye with him before slapping him with enough force to rock Starr's head around like he just got caught by a right hook. Starr stumbles to the ground, rolling over, holding his head as Daniel walks over, standing over him. He reaches down, grabbing Starr by his jaw, lifting him into the air before clubbing him in the chest, letting him fall down to the ground with a thud. He does this a couple times before picking Starr up off the ground and grabbing him by the hair again, turns and throws Starr over his couch, and onto the world heavyweight championship on the table that breaks beneath Starr. Lucious groans as Daniel walks over and picks him up again, this time dragging him around and throwing him into the door, which breaks through the frame as Starr goes through into the hall way on the other side, scaring a janitor in the process.


He says, takin a seat on a trunk and holding at his heart as Daniel steps through the door way, grabbing Starr by his ankle and dragging him down the hall way.

Lucious Starr: The fuck.... LET GO!!!

Starr tries fighting Daniel off, but as soon as Daniel lets go of Starr's ankle, he drops down on him, raining lefts and rights straight to Starr's face. After a few punches, good ten or so, he grabs Starr by the leg and continues walking through the building, dragging his prey as he does. The fans in the building, the pure noise of the masses becoming louder as Daniel drags Starr closer towards the ring.

Daniel Kalis: Thought you were pretty smart, didn't ya?

Daniel says, stopping and pulling Starr to his feet via his hair again. He punches him, a good one, sending Starr stumbling back. Daniel waits, and soon as Starr turns back around, he runs straight through him, hitting Starr with a tackle more than a spear, slamming him into a concrete wall. Starr gasps for breath as Daniel stands up, lifting Starr onto his shoulders.

Daniel Kalis: Let's go princess, I'll explain everything in a few minutes...

Daniel walks through the back stage area, caneras following him as he comes to the steps leading to the curtan and the top of the stage. Daniel doesn't faulter, taking the steps as if he didn't have a two hundred pound sack of shit on his shoulders. Once at the top, the cameras switch to the ones out in the arena, near the crowd. After a few seconds, Daniel leads Starr out through the back by his hair, turning and slamming him head first into a metal piece of the stage. Starr stumbles, then falls and rolls down the ramp to the cold arena floor. He starts crawling to his feet as Daniel takes his leather jacket off and proceeds to beat Starr with the jacket, as if whipping him all the way to the ring. Daniel throws the jacket before hunting around the ring for a weapon. He looks under the nearest side, but finds nothing. He leaves Starr leaning up against the ring steps and goes to check the next side, but still nothing. He comes back, walking around the ring as Starr lunges out from no where with a clothesline! Daniel ducks, taking a step forward, before taking one back and planting his foot against Starr's jaw in a very fast and highly unpleasant manner.

Daniel shakes his his head, picking Starr up and rolls him into the ring. Starr rolls to about the center of the ring, stays laying down as Daniel walks around towards the announce table and grabs a steel chair that the time keeper was sitting in. He folds it up, tossing it into the ring over the top rope as he looks under the ring near the announce table, pulling out a kendo stick. As he rolls into the ring, Starr struggles to stand up to his feet. He stumbles around as Daniel rushes with a swing worthy a home run hitter. Starr ducks. Daniel, confused, turns around into a right hand. He drops the stick, stumbling back a bit, surprised by Starr actually fighting back. Starr puches him repeatedly, working him back to the ropes. Starr goes to whip him to the other ropes, but Daniel at the last minute hangs on, countering and sending Starr to the ropes. He hits the ropes, coming back at Daniel. Before he can do anything, the younger of the Kalis brothers picks Starr up off the mat, hooking both his legs as he turns a full one eighty in the air, dropping Starr back first onto the folded up steel chair.

Lucious Starr: GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Starr yells out, arching his back and on tippy toes before rolling over. Daniel grabs the chair, unfolding it in the ring and setting it in the center. He then walks over to the kendo stick as Starr crawls for the ropes. He starts pulling himself up, Daniel standing behind him with the stick, waiting and ready this time. Starr finally gets to his feet, stumbles around and looks at Daniel. The stick swings through the air, bouncing off of Starr's forehead with a very audible crack and echoes through the arena. Daniel drops the stick, as the impact of the hit send Starr spinning a full three hundred sixty degrees. Daniel tosses Starr's arm over his head, hooking him up at the shoulder. He hooks a leg, falling backwards with Starr's head hitting the opened chair. Starr flails around like an epileptic for a moment, before stopping in the center of the ring, holding his now bleeding head.

Daniel rolls out of the ring, grabbing another chair, and a microphone. He slides the chair inside the ring, tossing the mic in after it as he rolls back in under the rope. Daniel grabs the mic, pacing around Starr's prone body laying in the center of the ring.

Daniel Kalis: All I want to know Starr, is if you seriously expected to fuck EVERYONE over and get away with it.... All I want to know, is if your entire plan, was to use my brother in order to get the world title, because if that's the case...

Starr starts to stir, as he attempts to climb to his feet, Daniel is there to stomp him back down onto the ground.


Daniel drops down, using the mic as if it were his fist, hitting Starr on the head repeatedly as the thud echoes through the speakers all through out the arena. Finally, he stops after a good ten whacks, standing back up, holding the mic to his mouth, his breathing harsh, his voice a little shakey.

Daniel Kalis: OBVIOUSLY..... You THOUGHT... that by getting power, and a championship, that you would be able to perhaps get a lock on that title. I suppose that, when I won the number one contendership for it, you thought you'd hold onto that thing for a nice decent amount of time, right?

Starr just stirs again on the ground, pulling himself to a seated position only to get kicked back to the mat. Daniel grabs the second chair, unfolding it and setting it across Starr's neck before sitting down and pinning him to the mat, essentially choking him. Starr begins flailing around as Daniel looks around the arena, this entire time the fans have had no real reaction, no approval or dislike on their parts.

Daniel Kalis: I want to take this moment, while I'm here in the ring, to tell you a little story Starr. It's a nice story, has it's ups, it's downs, it's good and bad parts. In the end though? The main character, al beit not exactly a hero, gets what he wants. The antagonist though? The guy that thought he was going to out wit everyone and have enough power to keep his ass safe? Well, because he sticks a knife into the backs of everyone that WAS working with him, he's going to find himself with absolutely no one to have his back...

Starr has completely stopped moving as Joshua Danielson comes running down to the ring, leading the charge from a bunch of refs. Daniel sees them out of the corner of his eye, and quickly stands up, knocking the chair back as he quickly grabs the kendo stick, stands over the prone and seemingly unconcious Starr as he looks at Danielson and the refs, holding the stick over his shoulder.

Daniel Kalis: Any of you get in this ring, you're gettin knocked into next week!

The refs and Danielson start to attempt to get in the ring, causing Daniel to run to all the sides, swinging the stick and fending off the saviors. After a few moments of this, Starr begins to get to his feet, Danielson flailing his arms from outside the ring, trying to get his tag team partner's attention, however Starr by this point doesn't even know where he is. Daniel, noticing that Starr is getting to his feet, kicks at the still open steel chair, folding it up and kicking it into the middle of the ring near Starr. He tosses the stick and motions for Starr to turn around. Starr gets to his feet, but quickly drops to his knees, using the ropes to get back to his feet. He let's go, leaning backwards and stumbling around right into a book to the gut, full force, from Daniel, who motions at the crowd which now go ape shit because they know what's coming. Daniel positions Starr for what looks like it would be a piledriver or power bomb, then hooks both of Starr's arms behind his back. The fans are cheering as Danielson, still outside the ring with the refs, begs Rayn to stop. Daniel smirks, waving good bye to Danielson, then drops Starr onto the chair, face first, all thanks to an Epiphany from Rayn.

The younger of the two Kalis boys, rolls out of the ring now as the refs rush in and check on Starr, who twitches randomly and sporadically. One of the refs raises his arms in an X as the EMT's and paramedics rush down to the ring and help load Starr onto a gurney, the entire time Daniel stands on the ramp, motioning at his waist where a world strap should be. The crowd, now fully cheering Daniel as he walks into the back, smile on his face...

Marxx vs Lucious Starr

Non-Title Match

We return to ringside with Marxx on his way to the ring, flanked by referees begging him to turn around. He doesn’t seem bothered though, even when EMTs rush passed him with a stretcher.

Brian Rentfro: My god, this is horrible. First Rayn jumps him in the back, destroys him, and now Marxx is here for his match? He should be on this way to the hospital.

Jon McDaniel: Well… I agree, but you can’t help but think he’s brought this on himself.

Brian Rentfro: Brought this? He can’t even move and now he has to wrestle a former world champion? What could he ever have done to deserve this?

Jon McDaniel: I’d say he’s done just enough.

EMTs load Starr onto the trolley and begin to wheel him up the ramp, right into the path of Marxx who stops them in their tracks. The referees try to barge him out of the way but he isn’t for moving, and it takes their combined numbers to shift him. The EMTs then hurtle up the ramp again, but a few more figures emerge from the curtain to stop them.

Brian Rentfro: Oh come on!

Jon McDaniel: Looks like he’s running out of friends.

At the top of the ramp, Riona, Maverick and Spyke emerge from the back to a cheer and step right in the way of the trolley. Referees and EMTs combined plead with the three of them to move, but their cries fall on deaf ears, as they push through the crowd and to the stretcher, which finds itself rolling the other way back to the ring where Marxx happens to be waiting.

Jon McDaniel: Telling you Brian, nothing more than he deserves.

The stretcher slams into the ring where Starr is pulled free and back to the mat. Marxx eyes up a few implements but decides he’d rather do this by hand and moves in over top to begin reigning down punches on his victim. The rest of the team hold referees at bay, except one who is sent scurrying through the ropes – forcibly chosen as our next match’s official.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like our main event is about to get underway!

Brian Rentfro: You love this, don’t you?

Jon McDaniel: No Brian, I’m impartial, I just report what is in front of me.

Marxx clambers off of the remains of Starr and demands a bell. The referee hesitates but obliges in the hopes of getting this over with. Meanwhile Marx sets about Starr again, dragging his limp body off the mat, up to a shoulder and then down into the mat with the Schwein.

Jon McDaniel: Leaving Marxx! And what impact.

Brian Rentfro: This is a disaster.

Marxx turns over into a cover.



Jon McDaniel: Nope, not yet.

At the last moment Marxx pulls a shoulder off the mat, much to the dismay of the referee who threatens to throw the match out. Marxx doesn’t seem to care though and gets him up on his shoulder again for the Schwein. This time he takes off running, covering the distance of the ring and splattering Starr across the mat on impact.

Jon McDaniel: Ok, now I think we’re done.

Marxx covers again. Starr doesn’t even stir.




Brian Rentfro: Thank Christ.

Jon McDaniel: This one is mercifully over.

Marxx clambers off Starr and takes a corner as his music picks up again. Outside the ring Maverick, Langly and Spyke let the referees and EMTs go to clear up what’s left of the world champion, but not before sliding into the ring to give him a look over. Riona drops down and gives him a few words before Spyke gives him a particularly swift kick in the ribs for good measure.

The four then ascend separate buckles and raise their arms to the fans. And this is the shot we leave on as the camera turns out for the night.

No Love

The door busts open to Rayn's locker room and The Redeemer steps in, his mask back on. Reaver and Masakazu slip in behind him and all three of them move aside for Simon Kalis who's already back in his Brioni suit.

Simon Kalis: Daniel...

Rayn: Simon...

Rayn stands up, as does Travis Green.

Simon Kalis: You had to attack him like that, didn't you? Always so fucking stubborn, brother.

Rayn: I won't be held back by anyone, you know that more than anyone.

Kalis nods as Masakazu and Reaver enter fighting stances, and Redeemer cracks his knucks and nods. Rayn sees this and looks at Simon confused.

Rayn: You're siding with him?

Kalis removes his suit jacket and rips off his dress shirt, chucking it to the ground.

Simon Kalis: Starr abandoning you and the Straders is one thing. He will be punished in battle by my hands for those actions, but this? Attacking another Order member like you did? That is high treason Rayn, and that is an offense punishable by expulsion. You know this, and you know the punishment for high treason brother. No one is above justice in the Order, Daniel. No one. Not Starr, not you.

Kalis smirks. Rayn doesn't.

Rayn: So you're here to exact revenge?

Kalis turns his back and begins to leave.

Simon Kalis: There's been enough of our blood shed for a lifetime brother. No, I'm just here to let you know that you're out.

Kalis turns his head and smirks.

Simon Kalis: Good luck next week though. I'll be watching.

Rayn shakes his head as Reaver, Masakazu and The Redeemer follow Kalis out of his locker room as we fade...