Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
Champions


10-26-2010


Return of the Jedi?

(no, not really)


The scene goes outside the arena here in Denver and the Pepsi Center where the concrete to the road vibrates with the loud blasting of rap music from the not-so-far distance. Police sirens blend in with the vibrations of the song as the black BMW X5 comes to view. There's a police escort with one Denver Police Department vehicle at front and one behind as the X5 rolls to a stop at the entrance and we can clearly hear the vicious words to "Hit'em Up" by 2Pac and The Outlawz. The door swings open to the drivers side door and Kalis jumps out and the security guards at the entrance immediately put their hands on their tasers and batons.

Simon Kalis: Apostles murdered on wax and killed! FUCK WITH ME AND GET YOUR CAPS PEELED!

Kalis is wearing criss-crossing bandoliers, lined with bullets. He has a combat knife attached to his shoulder from his bulletproof vest. He's in full "Order" military uniform and pulls a pistol from his side and fires six shots into the air to the shock of fans still entering the arena. Security begins using their radios to request backup. Masakazu hops out of the passengers side door and Reaver hops out from the back. Masakazu adjusts his black stylish Armani suit and Reaver simply adjusts his mask. Reaver gives Masakazu a "what the fu-?" look in regards to Kalis but Masakazu nods in understanding back. Kalis drops the gun on the ground, removes the combat knife and drops it to the ground as well. As he approaches security he pulls out a sawed off shotgun from his back and drops it to the ground as well. He smirks and waves as he rips the bandoliers off of himself and sends fifty calibre bullets rattling on the pavement.

Simon Kalis: Back the fuck away. The boss is here.

Kalis pushes security aside and steps through the metal detector, put there probably just for him. Reaver and Masakazu seem to be directing everyone away from the X5 with police before the police officers hop into their vehicles and begin driving away. Reaver and Masakazu run towards the entrance as Kalis pulls out a silver flask and chugs what we have to assume to be apple juice before dropping that to the pavement as well.

Brian Rentfro: Oh yeah! He's back baby!

Jon McDaniel: You mean no more gothic-I'm a God-Kalis and more gangster-how do I have all these guns on PWA shows-Kalis?! Great.

Kalis points to the X5 and throws an arm out to the cameras, smiling charismatically.

Simon Kalis: The Apostles want shocking?! Well, I'd like to welcome everyone to MY Chaos!

Kalis reaches into his vest and pulls out a small contraption, what appears to be a lighter. He flicks the top open and presses his thumb against the red button and BOOM! The fans that are all now a safe distance from the vehicle scream in shock as the BMW X5 explodes from the bottom up. The explosion itself is very minor and shakes the vehicle up but does not send debris flying through the air. The vehicle remains on fire now and a fire truck that was already on stand by comes to the scene very quickly.

Simon Kalis: How's that for fucking shocking?

Kalis throws the detonator away and now walks into the arena with Reaver and Masakazu behind him.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus Christ he's nuts.

Brian Rentfro: To be fair I think he used his own car. This must be the third BMW of his we've seen destroyed in the last three months, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: What a psycho...

Spyke Gein vs Draze

Singles Match


Competing at the kind of break neck, ass on fire pace that only Spyke can, Spyke was able to run rings around the new comer early on, putting him through the ringer and almost taking his head off with a sweet Roundhouse Kick before Draze bailed to the floor.

Draze however was able to mount a come back and dominated down the stretch, but Spye never let up the whole night. A standing Shooting Star Press earned Draze a knee in the gut for his trouble, and as Spyke jumped back to his feet, he landed with the Norris, sealing the win.

Winner: Spyke Gein

Cody Bogard vs Marco Dante vs Ash Nuken vs Charlie Scene

Four-Way Match


What was to be four quickly became three as Marco Dante was wiped out on his way to the ring by Ahrid Arrafat, who viciously beat him down in the isle way before latching onto an Armbar and ripping Marco apart until being forcibly removed by the referee team. What was left of Marco Dante was then removed while the other three went to work.

The majority of the action took place between Bogard and Scene as they kept Ash on the outside, shunning him every time he tried to intervene until eventually tossing him out to the floor. The two then tore into one another, beating each other senseless but ultimately being unable to steal the win.

The former Grizzly Beer Champion would make a return though, as Marco Dante rushed the ring and cleared out both Bogard and Scene, only to fall victim to a surprise Fujiwara when he set about attacking Ash Nukem. The referee didn't even give him a chance to tap, and immediately called for the bell when Ash ripped out whatever little was left to Marco's shoulder joint while Scene and Bogard continued to brawl on the floor. EMT's rushed the ring to tend to the former champion, while Bogard and Scene drew daggers at one another from across the ring, both blaming the other for costing them the win.

Winner: Ash Nukem

Making a Mar(xx)k


The camera goes on backstage as it catches Marxx making his way to the entrance for his match against Jethro Hayes. All of a sudden, he’s taken out by a huge chair shot from behind! The camera pans to the right to see that Joshua Danielson is his attacker!

Joshua reaches out and grabs onto Marxx’s hair before pulling him up to his knees.

Joshua Danielson: What’s up motherfucker? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Joshua kicks Marxx in the gut, and he falls down to the floor coughing a bit. Danielson bends down and gets closer to Marxx’s head.

Joshua Danielson: You know what this is about Marxxy, don’t you? I’m back, and the Order’s on top, so you know what I’m confused about? Why the fuck one of my best friends is on the opposite side of the battlefield.

He grabs onto Marxx’s hair again and pulls his head up off the floor as the camera shows Marxx grimacing in pain.

Joshua Danielson: Can you answer that for me man? Tell me Marxx, when I needed you here against the Cowgirls, where were you? When I won my first title, the TV title, and I was looking to celebrate with my best friends, where were you? And when I needed friends the most, after I lost my title to that asshat Matt Stone, where were you? Huh? WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!

Joshua yells into Marxx’s face, as he lets go of his hair and lets him get onto his knees. Marxx looks up at Danielson, and spits to the side.

Marxx: Fuck you Joshua.

Joshua then sends the chair into Marxx’s face with so much force, his grandchildren would feel its effects! Joshua then gets down on his hands and knees as Marxx is now slumped over on his side, with a small trickle of blood is starting to pool on his forehead.

Joshua Danielson: We could have ran this shit Marxx. Anything we wanted, we could have had. But YOU had to go and throw it away by aligning yourself with Riona.

Joshua grabs onto Marxx’s head and places Marxx into position, with his head against the wall. Danielson then stands up, grabbing the chair again. He raises it above his head, apparently about to slam the Marxx’s head into the wall with the chair, a killshot.

Joshua Danielson: Well Marxx, fuck you, fuck Riona, and fuck your Apostles! All hail the Order of Chaos!

Just as Joshua is about to go for the kill, security and referees come around the corner, and Joshua drops the chair before making his exit from the scene. The referees are checking on Marxx, apparently telling him not to go out to the ring for his match against Jethro, but Marxx shakes his head and slowly starts to rise to his feet. The referees wipe the blood off his forehead, before he ever so slowly makes his way to the entrance way.

Riona Langly vs Teresa Quaranta

Singles Match


Perhaps feeling the atmosphere gathering in the arena, a wave of stomps rolls through the arena as Teresa and Riona circle, arms outstretched, gradually getting closer and closer until they lock up in the center of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: And we are underway! Who've you got?

Brian Renfro: I've got my entire paycheck on these broads killing each other.

Riona bends Teresa's wrists backwards and then trips the taller woman up, negating her size advantage and wrenching a tight headlock. She looks out and smirks at the crowd, maybe a bit surprised that getting the upperhand early was this easy. The crowd doesn't cheer, but shuffles around uneasily - chances are good that they're still shocked at Riona's brutal display at Lucha Libre.

Teresa struggles to break the hold, but Riona keeps leverag, slamming a couple of rights into her forehead and keeping the match pace slow. She drops to a knee and Teresa takes the opening, grabbing Riona under the knee and lifting her squarely into the air. She sends Riona down with a huge powerbomb and the former champion rolls out of the ring to recover as the crowd cheers - clearly hoping there's a real fight going on here.

Jon McDaniel: You usually see a more varied moveset from Teresa Quaranta, but you usually see her fighting heavier opponents. Against Riona, I can imagine she's going to go blow for blow with her and hope to deal out more punishment.

Riona rolls her neck around and climbs into the ring again. Teresa goes for a lariat, clearly hoping to take control of the match, but Riona ducks the blow and roundhouses Teresa in the jaw and she turns and tries to recover. Riona follows with a hard axe kick to the crown of the head that leaves Teresa wildly backpedaling.

Brian Renfro: Can I be the person that suggests that plan "trade blows with fucking Riona Langly" is a dumb plan?

Teresa backs into the corner and Riona hammers away with a series of short kicks until the referee breaks them, the crowd's still very quiet for Riona's offense. Once the ref lowers his hand, Riona springs into the corner and launches off, flattening her with the Whiplash DDT - the crowd cringes and Teresa goes straight into the air. Riona slides in without missing a beat and clinches in the bow and arrow.

Teresa struggles in the hold and scratches the mat, silently nodding no when asked for a submission - if anything, Riona takes this as motivation to pull the hold even tighter.

Jon McDaniel: Here's what I think. Teresa might think Riona's tactics are a little too grandiose. Riona's been a leader for her entire career and I can't imagine she looks kindly on the idea of anyone doing another person's dirty work. That's great for a background. But that's not what's really driving this match. What's driving this match is Riona Langly, Grand Slam winner, five time world champion, arguably THE face of PWA testing herself against someone who might be the most accomplished newcomer this company has had in some time, a champion in her own right... and they want to see who wins and who loses.

After quite a while in this hold, Teresa slowly starts pounding the mat in a slow, steady rhythm, and whether they feel a little estranged from Riona or just feel some sympathy, the claps slowly build and echo through the crowd as Teresa starts to pull up on a limb. Riona decides to break the hold instead of trying to force it back down and goes for a karate style front kick - Teresa catches it and pulls Riona into a clinch. She draws way way back and pummels her with a series of high knees to the head that have plenty of emphasis behind them. Teresa comes off the ropes and lands a devastating spinning elbow to the head and with Riona's hands down, she gets all of it. The crowd pops as she goes off the rope and lands a flying shoulder block, knocking Riona off balance again - Teresa follows with a dropsault.

Riona clutches her head as Teresa goes to the middle rope and grins. She dives at Riona, but gets intercepted with a wicked European uppercut. Teresa throws a forearm, Riona throws a forearm. Teresa goes for an elaborate looking spinning kick and Riona ducks it, flooring her with a Reality Check superkick and screaming at the downed woman producing her first big cheers of the night.

Riona pulls Teresa up and kicks her hard in the chest, and Teresa winces before kicking her back. The two of them trade kicks, both throwing them harder and faster until they both hit a kick at the same time and fall to the canvas. By now the feverish noise that rang the match in is back.

For most competitors when you say "pride is on the line", it doesn't mean much, but with these two... wow.

As the ref tries to complete his count, they both tip up at the same time and look at each other, faiting back and forth like it's a big game of rock paper scissors. Riona commits first, going for an amateur style takedown - and Teresa catches her and pulls her into a Butterfly submission hold.

Setting up the Process of Illumination, this one could be over.

Riona pivots and drives her knee into Teresa's side, keeping her from landing the suplex, but the hold's still locked and Teresa manages to pull her off the ground a bit, which puts all the pressure onto Riona's shoulder's. But with her face contorted in very human agony, the crowd's starting to see the champion they knew, and the crowd starts rocking, firmly in her corner now.

Disgusted, Teresa rolls her eyes dramatically and throws Riona into the suplex - but the First Apostle lands on her feet as Teresa sprawls to the ground. Riona jumps in the air and lands a HUGE curbstomb to Quaranta! Teresa staggers to her feet with blood already trickling from the forehead and Riona hits the 5th Round Sleeper drop, then follows with the Angelic Euphoria. The 180 Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault causes plenty of damage to Teresa's midsction and she sits up weakly, coughing but barely able to move. Riona stands behind her, pacing, waiting ... as Teresa rises, Riona locks in the full nelson and leaps into the air for the detonator, but as she jumps, Teresa breaks the full nelson and grabs the ropes, causing Riona to whiff on the hold and land painfully onto her upper back. Teresa staggers over, boots Riona in the stomach, and lands the Process of Illumination before going for the first cover attempt of the match.

1


2


3!

Eric Emerson annouces the winner as Teresa limply rolls out of the ring and leans against the apron, nodding a bit to acknowledge the applause for both competitors, but not really in much of any condition to celebrate. Riona rolls over, gripping her neck in agony and pressing her hand against the canvas faintly - the ending wasn't as sweet as Lucha Libre's, but she'll live to fight and maim and bludgeon another day.

Laughter and Tears


Backstage and we are outside of a door that reads "Lisa Seldon" written in black magic marker on a piece of duct tape. Jethro looks at the door's label before knocking. Jethro twists the door handle, walking in to show Lisa sitting at her desk; looking up, she smiles.

Lisa Seldon: Jeffy!

Jethro nods, willing to submit to this particular degrading.

Jethro Hayes: Lisa, you know why I'm here.

Lisa quirks her head, as though she is trying to figure it out.

Lisa Seldon: Actually, if I knew why you were here, I'd be a Genie and would therefore be able to grant wishes, I can't grant any wishes therefore I am not a Genie and again do not know why you are here.

Jethro just looks at her, amused with her antics.

Jethro Hayes: Well, I want to know why you had me attack Chamelion instead of letting Simon finish the job.

Lisa Seldon: Because I told you to, thought that was obvious.

Jethro Hayes: But Simon could have done the same thing?

Lisa Seldon: Honestly… I needed you to do it, because I needed to be certain about you.

Jethro Hayes: I gave you my word didn’t I?

***

Lisa Seldon: Yes, but having watched you chum around with the likes of Matthew Engel before stabbing him in the back, having your word didn’t really put me at ease.

A little smile and a shrug.

Lisa Seldon: I needed to put you in a situation where you had no one else to turn to, to prove that you were willing to spit in the very faces of the people who think they’re doing what’s right for the rest of us and turn your back on them once and for all.

She leans back in her chair, swaying it from side to side.

Lisa Seldon: I guess you could call it a test of loyalty, because now I know the only person you’ve got left in this company, is me.

Jethro just stares.

Jethro Hayes: And why couldn't I put that chair right between Simon's eyes instead of Chamelion's knee?

Her voice darkens just a touch.

Lisa Seldon: Because we both know that what you want from him, wouldn’t be accomplished with a simple swing of a chair.

Jethro stands up, stepping to the door before turning back to face her.

Jethro Hayes: I enjoyed it Lisa, whether it was Simon or Chamelion; next is Marxx and next week hopefully it will be Blake Witcroft.

Lisa looks at him.

Jethro Hayes: Thanks Lisa, Scott Nash Strader tried to show me how to be my own person, after my own interests... but it took you to unlock it all and release it upon the PWA.

With that Jethro opens the door and walks out into the hallway.

Jethro Hayes vs Marxx

Singles Match


"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 turns to face the entrance ramp, raising his head up so that he can see it clearly.

Backstage officials and EMTs try to keep Marxx from going out, but he gently pushes them aside and...

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron is flashing as Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch plays through the arena. All of a sudden, four bright spotlights starts turning around like on a red carpet and stops all of a sudden, doing a "X" form with their rays of light. Red and blue spotlights turns in circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black leather coat.

He walks to a side of the ramp, raising his arm, then walks to the other side, where he does the same thing. While walking to a side to another, we could notice he was dancing a little bit. After, he comes back to the middle of the entrance ramp as he motions the crowd to cheer louder with his hands each sides of him. From there, he puts his arms in front of his face in his usual X, and then drops them quickly at each sides of him, a huge smile on his face. He let go a "Woo!" before starting his walk to the ring.

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Indianapolis, Indiana: Marxx!

He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, then turns back by the fans as he takes off his leather coat to the crowd's excitement. Then, he rolls inside the ring and jumps on a corner, where he does an X with his arms in front of his face before dropping them to each side. He jumps off the turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite side before going back to his corner, where he starts stretching.

Ding Ding

Both men circle each other, Jethro playing with the weary and exhausted Marxx after his beating at the hands of Joshua Danielson. Jethro with a lockup, into a side headlock, but Marxx able to slam an elbow into Jethro's ribs. Jethro goes behind Marxx into a full nelson, locking his hands on Marxx's neck, forcing his head down towards his chest, Marxx goes to one knee quickly.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx fighting after his beating at the hands of Danielson, you've got to respect that.

Brian Rentfro: I didn't respect it when Jethro did it after his Prison match against LAZ and I don't respect it now.

Marxx into the ropes, Jethro doesn't release the hold, Referee Scott Swindell there shocked and having to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIV...

Jethro releases the hold, turning to Scott Swindell who is saying something to him. Jethro pounds an elbow into Marxx's back sending him down to one knee. Jethro pulls him up, Irish whip into the ropes. Marxx bounces back, ducking under the clothesline by Jethro. Marxx with a flying cross body to Jethro's back sending him down to the canvas. Jethro rolls over quickly, but somehow Marxx has beaten him up, kick to the face of Hayes that sends him back onto the ropes. Jethro charges forward. Marxx leaps up into the air driving his feet into Jethro's chest and has him slamming Jethro's back into the turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx has found a reserve amount of energy here.

Brian Rentfro: That or Jethro is simply playing with him for Lisa's amusement.

Jethro comes out of the corner, but a kick to the midsection sends him back in. Marxx delivers a clothesline to Jethro's chest before climbing up the turnbuckle.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

The crowd is counting along with each punch.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Jethro lifts Marxx off of the turnbuckle, running forward, slamming him down with a sit-out spinebuster.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx's offense, ends just like that.

Brian Rentfro: I knew it wouldn't last long.

Jethro gets up, wiping his hands before bouncing off the ropes with a Hogan type leg drop across Marxx's throat, he covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE

But Marxx manages to kick out and Jethro isn't shocked at all, he has faced Marxx and knows just how tough he can be.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx able to get the shoulder up.

Brian Rentfro: If you stated the obvious all the time, as you nearly do, you'd talk all the time; as you nearly do.

Jethro pulls Marxx up to his knees, but Marxx shoves Jethro into the ropes. Hayes bounces back into a shoulder block from Marxx that nudges Jethro back into the ropes. However, it seems to have cost Marxx as he is still on his hands and knees. Jethro runs over, booting Marxx in the head hard, but Marxx avoids the boot tripping Jethro up and onto his back. Marxx gets up, running over to the turnbuckle and up to the top. Marxx signals to the crowd but...

"Trust" by Megadeath hits up in the speakers and Marxx takes his eyes off the target, readying himself for another battle. Jethro has no reservations either and as Marxx looks for Joshua Danielson, Jethro lifts Marxx from the top rope flipping him over with a running snapmare. Jethro bounces quickly off the ropes, slamming his knee into the seated Marxx to land him on his back.

Jon McDaniel: Where is Joshua?

Brian Rentfro: Probably sipping a Lattae in the Order's box.

Jethro pulls Marxx up to his feet, putting him in position for his jacknife powerbomb. Up! Down!

Jon McDaniel: The Planter!

Jethro makes a cover on Marxx.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jethro stands back up, looking down at Marxx with the same respect that he used to show others that didn't earn it before hand. Signaling for a microphone, Eric Emerson hands him one, panting from the match Jethro speaks.

"Marxx... as always you are a worthy opponent and unlike most of those in the back... You both deserve and get my respect."

Little consolation to Marxx though as he rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp.

"Keep fighting the Order Marxx, that's all you've got to do to keep my respect."

Marxx turns his head, nods, and heads on backstage.

"Now... I've got a piece of shit clinging to my ass because it wants to ride my name to the top of the ladder."

Jethro shakes his head.

"The British Bastard himself, Blake Whitcroft."

Jethro shakes his head.

"As I said earlier this week Blake, you got what you deserved because you attacked me and cost me a loss against Matt Stone. Turn about is fair play is what I was tought growing up and I teach now."

Jethro stares at the backstage curtain.

"But either way, what happened to you proved a couple of things. One it proved what I've been saying that I won't back away anymore. Secondly... it proves that I am going to do what I've been saying in looking out for Number One and that's ME!"

Jethro points his thumb at himself.

"Normally when two people aren't seeing eye to eye in this sport, those in the back and on the Board of Directors set the match to happen at a pay per view event, to increase the buy rate to make more money."

Jethro smiles.

"But seeing as it is you on the other side of this match and your ratings worth isn't enough to buy a piece of gum... well the match isn't worth a pay per view match Blake."

Jethro shakes his head, the crowd actually following and cheering him somewhat.

"But if you've got what it takes, maybe you'll accept a match for next week."

Jethro shrugs.

"Its more than you deserve."

"Again" hits up in the speakers, bringing with it an enormous amount of boos to the building.

Blake: “Really Jethro, you fink you’re so great, because you’ve held all the titles available in the PWA? You know what, you may have faced a great deal of challenges in the past but you haven’t fought the greatest England has to offa’.”

Blake pointed at himself with a smug grin on his face the fans booed as he pushed forward.

Blake: “You don’t want a Pay Per View match with me not because I’m unimportant, but because you’d be to embarrassed to lose to me you egotistical inbred. You figure if I lose to Blake on Chaos maybe some of my fans will miss it so I can get away with a loss.”

Blake smugly laughs out loud, as the heat from the crowd kept on coming.

Jethro: "I don't care if they see me lose, I don't even care much anymore if they watch my matches. I'm out for one person only and if they enjoy what I do to an opponent, so much the better."

Blake laughs out loud again, showing the British smirk.

“Well fine, have it your way Jethro. Next week, this week, whenever you want; because in the end there will only be one out come. Blake Witcroft defeats the great Jethro Hayes. You go ahead and decide, I won’t need much time to prepare for a wanka’ like you.”

Blake spreads his arms taunting Jethro with a smirk of arrogance.

Jethro stares at Blake, distaste, disgust, and contempt written on all of his Georgian features.

Order in Chaos

(we've probably used this pun before)


The camera is now focused backstage, following Simon Kalis. He speaks with his son, focusing on tonight's main event.

Simon Kalis: The preparations are complete. Tonight we strike back at the hearts of our enemies and remind them that I've always got aces up my sleeve. The end of David Blazenwing will be the harbinger of the end for Bound By Blood and...

Suddenly, a certain World Champion turns the corner, distracted as he speaks with his young protege Joshua Danielson. Kalis and Starr bump into each other, Kalis beginning to speak.

Simon Kalis: My ba...

Lucious Starr: You fucking half twit! Get out of my way!

Lucious shoves past Kalis, who grabs the Fury by the shoulder. Starr stops, turning ever so slightly to see Simon.

Lucious Starr: Get your fucking hand off me.

Simon Kalis: Lucious, I don't know what the hell has gotten into you lately. At this point, I almost don't even care. But that whole thing before Lucha Libre...

Lucious Starr: Ya know what, Aaron? I don't want to fucking hear it. You put me, ME, on your little hit list, then you make sure your little brother doesn't come up on the losing side of the World Title bout. Let me ask you something, oh great Kalis. Was I ever REALLY your friend?

Simon Kalis: Lucious, that is not fair. You are and always have been my friend. What happened was BUSINESS, nothing more. And yes, I know that with Daniel being involved, it may have seemed a tad nepotistic, but...

Lucious Starr: Shut it, Kalis. I don't want to hear another lie from your dirty mouth.

Simon Kalis: Lucious, you've gotta snap out of this shit as soon as possible. I can't sit here and let you turn your back on everyone over something as small as my brother's former presence within our ranks.

Lucious Starr: Fucking idiot. You turned your back on me. And I'm not sitting back and taking it anymore.

Simon Kalis: I am your friend, your partner, and your BOSS, Lucious! Don't make me do something I'll soon forget!

Lucious Starr: Try me, bitch.

With that, Lucious lets a hand fly, smacking Kalis once across the face. Simon reels, not expecting the assault, turning up with a confused look on his face. Starr is not finished, however, as he leaps onto Simon. He throws a fist back, but it is quickly nabbed by Masakazu. Starr turns back, his other hand stopped from assaulting the younger Kalis by Danielson, who looks to Starr in desperation. Simon gets to his feet as Danielson and Masakazu, now also aided by Reaver, hold Lucious back.

Lucious Starr: HIT ME!! FUCKING HIT ME, YOU PANSY!!

Simon draws a fist back, looking dead into Lucious' eyes. Lucious grins, but it quickly fades as Simon opens his hand and lowers it to his side.

Lucious Starr: The fuck is wrong with you, Aaron? Not so powerful now, are you? One of us wakes up to the fact that we're all just fucking pawns in your little game, and suddenly all is not under control. What the FUCK are you going to do about it??

Simon takes in a deep breath, looking up with concern at his Lieutenant. He shakes his head, waving the Order off.

Simon Kalis: Lucious, you are too far gone to reason with. I was hoping you would take the time to consider everything that has occurred, but... well, that's not happening. I don't have the energy to contend with you now, as Blazenwing will require all my energy. And you have a match soon with Mr. Williams. So I'm going to let this go for now, in hopes that maybe it will result in you cooling off long enough to realize what is so obvious to everyone else. Until then, however, if you EVER lay your fucking hand on me again there will be severe consequences.

Simon motions to Masakazu, Reaver following as they walk off. Lucious stares on, mad and unsatisfied, turning to Danielson.

Lucious Starr: Spread the word. Kalis fights alone tonight. Bound by Blood shows up, the Glorious Bastards show up, hell if the entire PWA roster decides to assault Kalis... he fights ALONE. Got it?

Danielson shakes his head, confused. He runs off, heading towards the Order locker room. Lucious stares into the direction Kalis and Co. walked off, glaring.

The camera then pans off to the side and lands on David Blazenwing, standing against the wall drinking a coffee. He lowers his cup.

David Blazenwing: That shit was McNasty.

Matt Stone & Blake Witcroft vs Lucious Starr & Bronx Williams

Tag-Team Match


Despite various differences on each side, the match both teams were able to coexist surprisingly effectively early on.

Problems started to arise though when the team of Blake and Stone managed to get a lead on their opponents by taking control of Bronx in the ring, utilising constant tags and keeping him grounded. As this wore on, Blake Witcroft began to get more frustrated with his partner's seemingly lax approach to business - currently still riding high off of his recent Intercontinental Title win, eventually leading to a bust up that would see Bronx able to floor them both and make the tag.

The world champion then entered and began to clean house, putting both opponents from pillar to post, until Blake was able to stem the bleeding with a low blow. Rather than capitalise though, Blake turned his attention to his partner and proceeded to put him out of the game with a Hooligan Buster before leaving for the back. Matt Stone was then left for dead and positively destroyed as Bronx wiped him out with the Northern Lariat before Starr finished the job, burying him with Hell's Gate.

Winners: Bronx Williams and Lucious Starr

Despite their success the two kept their distance on the way out, watching to see if either would make a move. For now though, it wasn't to be, and we moved off to a break.

Rayn vs Reaver

Singles Match


Jon McDaniel: I'm sure he'd have preferred to face his brother Simon but...

Brian Rentfro: But? He should be honored he has the chance to face the great up and comer Reaver!

The lights through the arena dim down as green lazers and spot lights fill the arena as an erie instrumental begins to play across the speakers. Only moments after the musical notes begin playing, a melodic voice begins to sing the opening verse.

)My pain filled drama queen is always screaming at your bed
Getting ready to buy you out
'Cause we all know
What goes around comes around
You should've known what I was all about
Do not test me(

Rayn steps through the curtain, walking into a fixed spot light on the stage. He drops to a knee for a moment, appearing to be praying. Then as the angelic voice begins singing the chorus be stands back to his feet, raising his arms above his head.

Eric Emmerson: Making his way to the ring, he weighs in at two hundred thirty two pounds...

)Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Get on your knees
I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please(

Daniel starts walking to the ring slowly, the fans giving a mixed reaction to the new attitude of their former hero as he looks out at the croud, his face telling the people nothing.

Eric Emmerson: He's a former eight time world heavyweight champion, The Acidic Prophet...

)So get up and get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you
'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world(

Rayn slides under the bottom rope, standing in the ring and quickly walking over to the nearest corner. He steps up onto the middle turn buckle, raising his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrists o make an "X".

Eric Emmerson: HE IS DANIEL KALIS!!!

Rayn hops off the turn buckle, walking to the opposite side of the ring and climbing up onto the ropes, bouncing on them a little as he raises his right arm above his head, using his lef as support to balance. The croud continues to give a mixed reaction, just a slight bit more cheering for him than not. He pulls his jersey off and tosses it out into the croud, his new "King of the World" shirt on display as he waits for the bell. He turns his gaze to the entrance ramp as the lights dim.

Eric Emerson: Introducing, his opponent!

Red strobe lights pan the audience as "Duel of the Fates" by John Williams begins to play and the crowd immediately begins to boo. The strobe lights stop and focus on the entrance ramp as Simon Kalis steps out. Rayn looks none too pleased, either.

Eric Emerson: Accompanied to the ring by Simon Kalis!

The music picks up and Simon points to his brother and makes the hand motion to signify a throat being slit. Rayn approaches the ropes and leans over the side, yelling at Simon to come into the ring. But what Rayn doesn't notice is Reaver attached to ropes being lowered into the ring!

Jon McDaniel: Oh God, Rayn turn around! Turn around!

Brian Rentfro: YES!

Reaver lands in the ring feet first and detaches himself from the lowering mechanism.

Eric Emerson: HE IS REAVER!

Reaver lunges at Rayn who turns around to be met with a flying lariat as Kalis smirks and disappears behind the curtains.

DING DING DING

Rayn bounces off the ropes and comes back with a shoulder block to the head of Reaver, before kicking him in the sternum and sending him stumbling back. Reaver stomps on the canvas and rushes Rayn but Rayn hip tosses him right back down the canvas. Rayn flicks his nose and points to Reaver with absolute determination as Reaver gets to his feet. Reaver and Rayn lock horns but Rayn gets the upperhand and sends a stiff knee to Reaver's chest. Reaver stumbles back but jumps up and hits a perfect spinning heel kick on Rayn. Rayn stumbles but brushes it off, only Reaver hit the canvas and Rayn drops a leg over Reaver's throat.

Jon McDaniel: Rayn looking to make quick work of his older brothers protege.

Brian Rentfro: Reaver is a phenomonal talent in Robinson Pro, it should be noted. I definitely see victory coming tonight for him.

Rayn quickly moves over Reaver and locks in OUCH! Rayn rips into Reaver, applying tremendous pressure and Reaver taps immediately to the shock of the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: What was that?

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: Your winner as a result of tap out... DANIEL "RAYN" KALIS!

Out of the back comes Simon Kalis running and he slides into the ring quickly. He checks on Reaver who nods to say he's alright but Reaver rolls out of the ring and breathes deep, obviously out of it after the submission move. Simon and Daniel now stare at each other in the ring and Rayn puts his hand over his head, pulling his hair back as they exchange words inaudibly to each other. Simon reaches into his vest and throws Daniel a pair of brass knuckles. Simon steps back and puts his hands up in surrender.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell is this?

Brian Rentfro: Maybe he's trying to apologize? Or at least give Rayn his retribution.

Rayn puts the brass knuckles on over his fist and clenches, staring vengefully at Simon. Rayn swings and knocks Kalis right across the face, busting open Kalis' stitched forehead immediately. Kalis hits the ropes but holds on, preventing himself from bouncing. Reaver gets up and watches on from the outside without any emotion. Simon steps forward again, blood trickling down his face. He laughs but Rayn takes another swing and knocks Simon right back into the ropes. Kalis falls to his knees and looks woozy as he looks back up at Rayn.

Jon McDaniel: Is he an idiot? He has a match against David Blazenwing tonight and here he is letting himself get pummeled by Rayn?!

Brian Rentfro: It's a Kalis thing, Jon. Don't try to understand it.

Rayn extends a hand and helps Simon back to his feet. Simon smiles and hugs his brother, patting him on the back.

Brian Rentfro: What a touching moment!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah right.

Simon steps back, with Rayn saying something we can't hear again. Simon smirks and opens his arms back up again as Rayn throws a wicked European uppercut into Simon's gut, puts him between his legs and flattens him with The Epiphany! The crowd cheers as Kalis remains out in the middle of the ring. Reaver slides into the ring and remains on all fours as he checks on his Master. Rayn drops the brass knuckles as Reaver pulls out the white feather from his pouch and dabs Simon Kalis' blood on it. He holds it out to Rayn who grabs it and crushes it in his hand before dropping it back on the canvas. Rayn slides out of the ring now as his theme song plays again and Reaver helps Simon get to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: I don't get it.

Brian Rentfro: I do.

Jon McDaniel: Enlighten us?

Brian Rentfro: Like I said Jon, you wouldn't understand. It's a Kalis thing.

Jon McDaniel: What is this Jersey Shore? That's not a real response.

Brian Rentfro: And THAT... Is a Rentfro thing.

Simon Kalis vs David Blazenwing

Main Event


DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is your Chaos Main Event, and it is… a BURIED ALIVE MATCH!!!

The crowd cheers loudly as a single spotlight comes to life, illuminating an open grave near the stage. The gravestone above the open hole reads “SIMON KALIS VS. DAVID BLAZENWING - OCTOBER 26, 2010”. A large pile of dirt is next to the grave, and nearby, there is a bulldozer with more dirt at the ready.

Jon McDaniel: Brian, anybody who follows PWA.com can tell you that this one’s been brewing for some time. Simon Kalis has a hit list - and David Blazenwing is the first man on that list.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, Simon has big plans in store for those he deem too dangerous to be left alone… and tonight, Mr. Big Shot Blazenwing is going to find out EXACTLY what happens when you let your wife out of the kitchen.

Jon McDaniel: Brian is of course referring to the fact that it was David’s wife, Bound by Blood member Jen Corlen-Blazenwing who put this challenge out to Kalis, not him.

Brian Rentfro: But I can guarantee you, she never expected Simon to raise the stakes like this! Buried Alive! I hope you got insurance on your hubby, Jen! You’re gonna be cashing it in sooner than you think!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first…

The lights in the arena all cut to black and the Tron comes to life, pulsating with a green light as a quiet beat gets louder with every flash. It gets faster and faster, and louder with each pulse, until the pulsating light explodes into the words "David Blazenwing" and "Indestructible” by Disturbed blares across the arena sound system.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…

The stage fills with smoke and the crowd explodes in a flurry of cheers as a man in a dark green trenchcoat stands, head down, facing the Tron. He raises his hands and snaps his fingers, causing four loud bursts of pyro to ignite, two on each side of him, before spinning around Y2J style to reveal David Blazenwing!

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 245 pounds…

His sunglasses shining with the glare from the arena lights, David looks to the left, then to the right, nodding towards the crowd before moving down the ramp and towards the ring steps. He hops up and down a few times in front of them before quickly racing up the steps to the apron side facing the stage. He stops and pulls his sunglasses off, then tosses them behind his head into the crowd, then leans down and steps through the middle of the ropes to enter the ring. David walks across the ring and leaps up onto the second rope in the corner nearest the timekeeper, then pulls off his green trenchcoat and tosses it towards the timekeeper.

Eric Emerson: He is DAVID… BLAAAZZZEEENNNWINGGG!!!

David smirks and points to the fans, then slaps his chest a few times and points up towards the sky, closing his eyes and saying a short prayer. David leaps down from the corner and immediately turns to sit down in the same corner, ala Raven. David then rests his head on the second turnbuckle pad as his theme fades and the crowd continues cheering loudly.

Jon McDaniel: The crowd here in Denver is pretty solidly on David’s side here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Simon, unfortunately, isn’t the revered presence with the fans that he was six months ago. I swear, fans can be so absentminded sometimes. Don’t they remember that Simon is their hero?!

Jon McDaniel: Simon Kalis has done a lot in the past few months to tarnish that image with the fans, Brian. It’s not going to be easy to get them to take him back… but I’m not sure Simon even wants them to.

Brian Rentfro: Well, he damn sure doesn’t need them, but they sure as hell need him! Maybe when they decide to stop being idiots, they’ll realize that.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

"DIRECT INTERVENTION IS NECCESSARY!"

The lights dim as the dark words are yelled from the speakers. The crowd begins to boo furiously fully aware of who's coming.

"ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!"

Suddenly the piano keys to the opening of "Cross That Line" by Akon featuring Rick Ross begins to play and Simon Kalis steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. He's decked out in a completely military-esque outfit. Urban camoflauge from head to toe with five stars on each of his shoulders of his flak jacket. He raises his arms in the air and brings them down quick, and pyros like gunshots explode in syncronization at either side of him one by one.

DING DING DING

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

Kalis begins to move towards the ring and removes his flak jacket and throws it at a fan in the crowd, and even though they keep booing him they hold onto it tightly. Kalis circles the ring and cusses the fans out as he passes by, slapping his bare chest and single-finger saluting them as he does.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Montreal, Quebec Canada... He is the Franchise of the PWA!

Kalis hops up onto the apron and stands in the center of the apron as he stomps his foot down and salutes the crowd, Order of Chaos style. As he sends his arm out, pyros explode off from each turnbuckle.

If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be of my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but I'm still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line

Kalis enters the ring and adjusts his black military issue boots, tucking his urban camoflauge khakis into them and tightening the laces as he stretches.

Eric Emerson: He is THE LAST SUPERSTAR!!!! SIMON KALIS!!!!

Kalis pumps his fist in the air and kisses his "Pioneer Wrestling" chain across his neck for good luck.

Brian Rentfro: Now HERE is a man that the fans can believe in! Everything this man does, he does for the greater good of the PWA. Simon Kalis is a humanitarian in every sense of the word.

Jon McDaniel: …good God, I feel like I’m listening to an Order of Chaos infomercial. How much is Kalis paying you? Seriously?

Brian thinks for a moment.

Brian Rentfro: …do you think I could get paid to say this stuff?

Jon shakes his head.

Jon McDaniel: ANYWAYS… it looks like this one’s about to get serious. Referee Lance Weston is in the ring, and he’s calling for the bell!

Referee Lance Weston motions for the bell, but before the timekeeper can ring it, “Make Some Noise” by Krystal Meyers hits the Tron. The crowd pops as Jen Corlen-Blazenwing saunters out onto the stage, pointing at the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Listen to that crowd reaction! Looks like Bound by Blood is on their way to oversee this Buried Alive Match!

Brian Rentfro: Where’s the Order?! This isn’t right! Ref, kick them out!

Jon McDaniel: This is a Buried Alive Match, Brian, there’s no disqualifications! Looks like Simon Kalis might finally get his comeuppance!

The music fades from the P.A. system and Jen makes her way to ringside. Kalis looks at both Jen and David warily, trying his best to keep an eye on both. Jen reaches the ring and hops up on the apron, then climbs inside, putting Kalis squarely between herself and David.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis is in a bad place here!

Brian Rentfro: Come on, Simon! This is the one time you don’t want to be between two bitches!

Simon takes a step back, keeping one eye on each Blazenwing. Jen and David take another step towards Kalis, then look to one another. Suddenly, Kalis’ posture goes from defensive to relaxed. He cracks a smile, and both Blazenwings follow suit.

Brian Rentfro: What’s going on?

Jon McDaniel: Don’t tell me… not them!

David leans over and kisses Jen on the cheek, then puts a hand out to Kalis. Simon returns the gesture, and the crowd begins booing loudly as the two men shake hands in the middle of the ring!

Jon McDaniel: No!

Brian Rentfro: I can’t believe it! David Blazenwing… in the Order of Chaos!!!

Kalis takes Jen’s hand and kisses it, then begins talking to the two of them like old friends, all while the Denver crowd boos even louder.

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is clearly displeased with the turnout of this main event! They were expecting a knock down, drag out, be all end all brawl… and instead we get David Blazenwing and Simon Kalis shaking hands!

Brian Rentfro: Who’s that?

The crowd’s attention is turned to the stage, where former PWA Grizzly Beer Champion Emily Corlen is standing with a mic in hand, looking furious.

Emily: Oh, no… oh no no no no no! You’ve gotta be kidding me! David… Jen? The Order? The guys that we’ve been fighting against this entire time? Tell me, please… tell me this is some sort of joke!

Jen walks over to the opposite side of the ring and is handed a mic. She sneers slightly as she turns to her younger sister.

Jen: Emily. This is bigger than you. This is more momentous than you can possibly imagine. Please, don’t ruin this moment by making an appearance. I want to remember this as a good night.

Emily seems taken aback as the crowd boos at Jen’s remarks.

Emily: What in the hell are you going on about? I demand to know what the hell is going on right now!

Jen: Shut up! Don’t you find it a little odd that you are the only one that has no idea what’s going on, “sis”? Do you understand yet?

Emily starts to talk, but before she can utter a single syllable, a Tag Team Championship comes from out of nowhere and cracks her in the back of the head. Emily collapses onto the stage as Sarah and Katie James step out from behind her. They look at one another for a moment, then begin laying a series of kicks and punches into Emily’s body as the fans boo loudly.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, come on! Don’t tell me the Tag Team Champs are in on it too?

Brian Rentfro: Does this mean the Tag Titles are back in the Order?!

Simon, who now appears to be directing traffic, says something to both David and Jen, who roll out of the ring and head up the ramp. By this point, Sarah and Katie have Emily back on her feet and are punching her repeatedly, moving her back and forth between the two sisters with systematic punches. They stop as David and Jen reach the stage and drag Emily over towards the grave. Each sister takes one of Emily’s arms and hold her up. Emily, who is now bleeding profusely from the series of stiff punches and kicks, is barely conscious and the sisters are having trouble keeping her on her feet. David looks up at Simon, who points to the grave, then motions with his thumb across his neck. David nods, then turns towards Emily before rearing back and putting everything he has into a Full Effect super kick, cracking Emily square in the jaw and sending her tumbling lifelessly into the open grave.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God! No!

Brian Rentfro: YES! That little so and so had it coming!

Jon McDaniel: What is Jen doing… oh, no, somebody stop her!

As the rest of Bound by Blood and David look on, Kalis has directed Jen by pointing at the bulldozer near the grave. Without missing a beat, Jen walks over to the bulldozer and hops inside. She turns it on, and as the crowd boos, she hits the button holding up the dirt, and moments later, the contents of the bulldozer’s mouth fill the open grave, burying Emily alive.

Jon McDaniel: Of all the things I’ve seen in my time in PWA, very few have turned my stomach, but tonight, I’m at a loss for words. That woman, her harlots and her Goddamn backstabbing husband just played us all for fools! And in the process, the only honest one of the bunch just got a concussion and fifty pounds of dirt on her head for her trouble! And for what? For what, I ask? To be a part of Kalis’ Order? These four should be ASHAMED of themselves!

Brian Rentfro: I love it! Simon Kalis pulled one over on the fans yet again! One by one, he’s turning all of their heroes against them! The man is a genius!

In the ring, Simon pulls out a piece of paper and jots something down on it with a pen. He then shows it to the camera - it reads “TARGET #1: EMILY CORLEN”, with her name crossed off of the list and the word “ELIMINATED” scratched beneath it.

Jon McDaniel: Emily was the one on Kalis’ list all along!? He leaked false information! I can’t believe it! This whole thing was a damn setup!

Brian Rentfro: It took you this long to figure that out? Like I said, genius!

The crowd continues booing as Jen, Sarah, Katie and David join Kalis in the ring. Sarah and Katie shake Simon’s hand, then the five of them join hands and hold their hands in the air, grinning from ear to ear. The crowd boos louder. A few errant pieces of garbage find their way into the ring, but the people throwing them are quickly apprehended by arena security.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, here we go, they’re giving Kalis a mic. Now maybe we’ll finally find out the story behind what the hell we just saw!

Brian Rentfro: I bet it’s -

Jon McDaniel: If you call him a genius again, so help me…

Brian keeps his mouth shut for a moment and thinks.

Brian Rentfro: I think it’s… going to be a very good story.

The crowd’s volume doesn’t lessen even as Kalis is handed the microphone.


Simon Kalis: What? You're all surprised now?

The crowd boos and Kalis can't help but smirk.

Simon Kalis: I'm a man with a plan. I always have been, that's why I'm a natural born leader. Who else would've been able to bring together all of these wonderful people!

Kalis points to the entrance ramp as Bronx Williams, The Redeemer, Masakazu and Reaver begin coming down to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Order's about two men short, isn't it? Where are Starr and Danielson? Oh! That's right!

Brian Rentfro: Shut it, there is unity in the Order! Unity!

Simon Kalis: You have here before you the greatest collection of warriors the PWA has ever known, now brought to you all under the single flag of The Order of Chaos!

Kalis turns to Blazenwing and nods as the others get in the ring. Kalis smiles as he shakes Bronx's hand and glares at Redeemer.

Jon McDaniel: I will remind everyone that Duff "The Redeemer" is there against his own consent!

Brian Rentfro: Pffft, he lost fair and square!

Simon Kalis: With the revolution stalled, and Chamelion's powerplay at an end... I think it's safe to say that the Era of Chaos is coming to an end, and that now... We may all bask as we enter the Era of Order!

Kalis smirks as he looks around at the booing crowd.

Voice: Hey. Hey you, Simon… oh SIMON!?

Kalis turns towards the stage, angered at being interrupted to find Chamelion on the ADC-Tron and the fans in attendance pop loudly in response. Sitting in a wheel chair in his hospital room, Chamelion has an oddly satisfied smile on his face.

Chamelion: Good boy, you can come when called.

Kalis glares at Chamelion, none too impressed.

Chamelion: As usual, you’re wrong. See, we didn’t resolve shit at Lucha Libre. Our match ended in a tie, remember? Because of that, the Board of Directors has seen fit to agree to a proposition I’ve made to them. Thing is, while you’re out recruiting people… Hi, Dave… I’ve been orchestrating the next step in this little war of ours.

Kalis goes to say something but as he does, nothing comes out of his mic.

Chamelion: Oh yeah, had tech shut off your sound.. I do so hate being interrupted when I have news to share.

Throwing down the mic, Kalis stomps to the ropes and looks up at Chamelion.

Chamelion: As I was saying, with approval of the B.O.D., I’m issuing a challenge to you which I’ll grant you don’t have to accept, but if you do not.. I’ll be reinstated with exactly the same level of power as you and will simply just undo everything you do from now on… so you’d be advised to accept..and it’s a doozy.

Kalis signals with a ‘get on with it’ gesture.

Chamelion: Wow, you’re as excited as I am. Good. See, apparently your Order had to get involved with our match and of course the Apostles saw fit to come to my aide. It seems ill advised for you and I to go one on one again, considering my condition anyway, as it seems others are going to get their hands dirty anyway… so what’s going to happen is this. At Good vs Evil, in a winner takes all scenario, The Order and Apostles are going to participate in a little thing called War Games! You choose five, I choose five, and the first to fall loses it all. Simple, isn’t it?

Kalis seems to accept this. He looks back at Bound by Blood and Dave Blazenwing and considers his other options.

Chamelion: I could care less about your five at the moment, but I thought you’d be interested in learning who you’re going up against.

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho starts up and the crowd explodes to its feet as Riona Langly steps out onto the stage. An almost out of control look on her face, she looks up at Chamelion disdainfully, as if to say he does not lead her at all. Chamelion seems to notice.

Chamelion: Now, now.. you know where we stand kiddo… But would you be so kind as to intro the rest of the team?

Riona nods solemnly.

Riona: I’m sure you know, Kalis, that I only bring the best and most trusted people to my team.

Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch starts up and out walks Marxx. He comes to stand by Riona with a smile on his face.

Riona: You know the next member extremely well.

'Rise Above' by Henry Rollins and Mother Superior heralds the arrival of Johnny Maverick.

Riona: And someone close to home is itching to get his hands on you.

''In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida'' by Slayer causes the fans to react loudly as Corey Lazarus steps onto the stage next to his team mates.

Riona: And it should be quite obvious that Sommers is our fifth team member, Simon.

Simon blinks, looking up at Chamelion in his wheel chair and he starts to burst out laughing.

Chamelion: Oh, by all means, Simon, let us know how you feel.. your mic’s back on.

Kalis grabs the mic and turns towards the ADC-Tron and stage, scouting over the team.

Kalis: You? Mark? A part of War Games in your condition? I know you’re crazy but I didn’t realize you were stupid. I have no problem at all with your team. You go ahead and bring it, and I’ll finish the job on you I started at Lucha Libre.

Chamelion smirks and Riona shakes her head.

Riona: I said Sommers, Simon, I never said it was Chamelion.

Suddenly the lights snap off, and the arena buzzes loudly.

Brian Rentfro: What happened? Where’s the damned lights!?

Jon McDaniel: This doesn’t bold well.

Suddenly, the lights return and in the ring behind The Order and Simon Kalis stands Raizzor! The arena explodes and The Order turns and Raizzor strikes. Ferociously and quickly, Raizzor hits a double clothesline on Bronx Williams and The Redeemer, before making a beeline for Reaver and hitting a chokeslam. Masakazu hits a forearm to the back of the Soul-Taker, but it only causes Raizzor to spin, and hit a big boot on Masakazu, sending him from the ring.. Kalis retreats from the ring, as does Bound by Blood… but in the melee, it leaves David Blazenwing in the ring with Raizzor.

Chamelion: Hey, Bro? Would you kindly deliver a message for me to good ol Davey Boy there?

Blazenwing’s eyes go wide and he turns to dive from the ring but Raizzor grabs him, turns him over and plants him with the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker in the center of the ring. As the Order watches from outside, Raizzor stands over Blazenwing, looks directly at Simon Kalis and draws his thumb across his throat.

Riona: Yeah, it’s that Sommers, Simon. See you at War Games.

The gong echoes once as Raizzor glares down at the Order outside the ring, who are trying to regroup, now stuck between Raizzor and The Apostles on stage…. The battle lines have been drawn, and the final war is about to begin.