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Revenge of the Black Dude
11-02-2010


R is for Revenge

(taped earlier this week)


We fade in to what appears to be a rehabilitation clinic somewhere in the state of Georgia. We see Jethro Hayes wheeling Bubba J in a wheelchair into the clinic.

Voice: Follow them.

The camera man obliges the very familiar voice and we hear rushed footsteps go towards the opposite way. The cameraman tries to make his presence unknown as Hayes and Bubba remain at the receptionists desk.

Jethro Hayes: Hey Jenny, how're you today?

Jenny: Great! And how's everything with my two favorite Down South Georgia Boys?

They make idle chatter but we can see in the background a man standing at one of the windows near the front lobby. All we see is the fact he has a ski mask on over his face.

Jethro Hayes: Listen I forgot something in the truck, I'll be back in a minute.

Jenny continues to make conversation with Bubba as Hayes exits the clinic. We see the cameramans arm extend out in front of the camera and he gives a thumbs up to the ski masked individual outside. The man in the ski mask pushes the window up and slides himself into the clinic.

Ski Mask Man: Hello everyone! You're all the grand prize winners!

He reaches into his pockets and pulls out two stacks of $100 bills. The stacks are like phonebooks and he rips the rubberbands off and begins throwing the money into the air. Everyone, including Jenny rush to grab the money as the ski masked man approaches Bubba J.

Ski Mask Man: Hello Bubba.

He rips off his mask and Bubba looks at him with extreme anger.

Simon Kalis: Did ya... Miss me?

Bubba J: You son of a bitch!

Simon Kalis: What better way to spend the last of the money I scammed Corey Lazarus out of.

Bubba J pushes himself to his feet in great pain and throws a wild right hook at Kalis. Kalis takes the hit, thinking it'd be weak but was very wrong. Kalis stumbles onto the desk and everyone in the lobby is still counting their money. Bubba J throws a left straight into Kalis' stomach and grabs him and smashes his face against the receptionists desk. Bubba however has to hold onto the desk to maintain his own balance. Kalis grabs the phone from the desk and rips the wires out of it and then smashes it over Bubba's head. Bubba hits the ground and Kalis whips the phone once again, straight at Bubba's head. Kalis begins stomping down on Bubba's chest and neck.

Simon Kalis: Who's the bitch now, Bubba?! Remember what I did to you? You said you could take anything from anyone. But you couldn't fucking take Simon Kalis could you?!

Kalis soccer kicks Bubba in the head and he remains motionless on the ground. Kalis clutches his stomach, obviously realizing Bubba is still as strong as an ox even in a wheelchair.

Simon Kalis: How's your neck?

Kalis points to the scars from the barbed wire noose and laughs.

Simon Kalis: Give your buddy a message for me, will you? All I hear is how he wants my blood! He wants my head!

Kalis scoffs as he keeps an eye on the front door, he can see Hayes searching passenger side of his truck still.

Simon Kalis: You see I had a hit out on Lisa Seldon, that backstabbing fucking whore. But between Teresa, Hayes and any other number of half wit assholes who work as her personal butt buddies, I've had to back off. So tell Jethro! TELL HIM BUBBA! This is the consequence for working with my enemies! He chose to protect some god damn bitch over his own friend and brother in arms, and again! Here you are on the ground.

Kalis takes another kick as Jenny, with hundred dollar bills stuffed into her bra comes back.

Jenny: Hey! You can't do that!

Simon Kalis grabs her by the hair and throws her to the ground.

Simon Kalis: Taking that money you accept everything I do here.

He turns his attention back to Bubba.

Simon Kalis: And tell your asshole buddy Jethro that if he wants a match with me? Tell him to stop depending on that backstabbing cunthair and find me. He'll know where I am.

Kalis sees Hayes about to enter the clinic and grabs the ski mask, putting it back on quickly. He pulls out a gun and waves it around.

Simon Kalis: Obviously I'm making a mistake! I'm sorry everyone! Keep the money!

He drops the 9mm and runs out the door, pushing Hayes as he does so. Hayes drops his bags and rushes over to Bubba.

Jethro Hayes: What happened?! Did that guy just try to rob everyone?

Bubba shakes his head in a resounding no.

Bubba J: No... It was that sum bitch Simon Kalis.

Jethro Hayes: What???

Hayes picks up the gun left behind to see the serial number has been scratched out, and replaced with the carved in letters R-O-F-L. Hayes sees the cameraman now who's been slowly backing away.

Jethro Hayes: I know you...

The cameraman throws the camera at Hayes and bolts, but Hayes catches the camera and throws it to the ground.

Jethro Hayes: That's Reaver! God damn it!

Kalis swerves into the front parking lot and crashes right into the side of Jethro's truck. Kalis backs up onto the grass and then hits the gas again, slamming again into Jethro's truck with an F150 of his own. Reaver jumps into the back as Kalis rams Jethro's truck once more and then swerves over the grass, ruining the front garden of the rehab clinic and leaves.

Pick Your Battles


Lisa Seldon: I can tell you’re upset.

The cut through the tension and into the office of Lisa Seldon, where our heroine is currently watching a rather angry Jethro Hayes pacing back and forth in front of her. After a few moments of frustrated silence, compounded upons days of waiting, he finally turns and hammers his fist down on the desk. To her credit, Lisa remains unphased.

Lisa Seldon: Would that be a yes then.

Jethro leans in and bellows in her face.

Jethro Hayes: I want him tonight and I want him dead.

Lisa very slowly leans away from him, wiping some spit of her face as she does.

Lisa Seldon: Of course you do, and that’s because Simon isn’t an idiot.

She places a hand very gently to his chest and carefully pushes him back. For the time being he allows it.

Lisa Seldon: This is what he does Jeffy; he works people up and uses their emotions against them.

Jethro cuts back in, slamming his fist down again.

Jethro Hayes: Well it worked, and now I’m going to kill him.

Lisa can’t help snorting a laugh.

Lisa Seldon: You actually think he’s just going to give you a match? What, just because he said so? He’s playing you Jethro, and he’s going to keep playing you right up until the point where you’re nothing short of a screaming, gnashing ball of rage.

She looks him up and down.

Lisa Seldon: Well… you know… more.

She shrugs it off.

Lisa Seldon: But that’s Ok Jeffy, because you’ve got me, and I know how we can fix this.

Jethro Hayes: Then what are “we” going to do about it then?

She smiles deeply.

Lisa Seldon: Tonight… nothing. We’re just going to wait.

Jethro rolls his eyes and growls under his breath.

Lisa Seldon: Relax Jeffy. I told you I’d get you your match and I will, but if we’re going to do this, then we’re going to do it right.

He steadies at least a little and backs off her desk.

Lisa Seldon: For now, just you worry about your match and let me set something into the works. Because trust me, I can make this work.

There’s a scowl across his face, but at last he settles down.

Jethro Hayes: Fine. Tonight, Blake Witcroft gets what’s coming to him. And after that, it’s Simon.

Lisa Seldon: Of course, of course.

Her smile glistens as she rocks back in her chair while Jethro straightens himself up and marches from the room. We cut back to the ring.

Jethro Hayes vs Blake Witcroft

Grudge Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is the first match of Tuesday Night Chaos...

"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.

Jethro has a microphone in hand.

Brian Rentfro: Oh great, we have to try and decifer what he is saying.

Jethro: Well Blake, I got the match and even my status as a PWA Grand Slam Champion couldn't raise your status up. I thought...

The crowd is laughing, they don't like Blake Whitcroft anymore than Jethro does.

Jethro: I thought at least I could lift you up to Mid-card Main Eventer, but I guess I really didn't know how bad you truly do suck.

The crowd is behind Jethro, even though his attitude is different, they can't stand Blake.

Jethro: So, we've tortured these fans here and at home enough by just having you mentioned on the card, so why don't you get your British ass down here and lets put them out of their misery by sending you packing early so that they can enjoy the rest of the show.

Jethro turns to the crowd.

Jethro: I'm sorry to put you through this with him being in the match but...

The opening riff to "Again" hits the P.A. System as Blake Witcroft step out from behind the curtain in his brilliantly tailored suit. With his arms out stretched he taunts the crowd flipping the bird to the audience closest to the stage.

I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate
Praying it all be new
and living like it all depends on you

Blake shakes his head as he walks down the ramp not allowing the fans to touch him pointing towards himself while saying words inaudible to the fans around him.

Here you are down on your knees again
trying to find air to breathe again
And only surrender will help you now
I love you please see and believe again

As he steps onto the matting around the ring at which point he looks around at the fans bends his elbows and nods his head vigorously before, walking up the steps and taking a few steps on the apron before turning quickly and thrusting his arms out to his side leaning against the ropes.

I love that you’re never satisfied
with face value wisdom and happy lies
you take what they say and go back and cry
you’re so close to me that you nearly died

Blake stepped through the middle and top rope and entering the ring and walking around in a large circle before taking off his sports coat and dress shirt and stretching out before his match as he waited for his opponent.

Here you are down on your knees again
trying to find air to breathe again
And only surrender will help you now
I love you please see and believe again

Blake: Cut my Bloody music.

Blake waits the few moments for his music to stop and for the fans boos to die down before moving forward.

Blake: My god man have you listened to yourself speak? Aren't you supposed to be some down to earth, fan lovin' wanka'? But all this grand slam talk has me thinkin' about your redneck types favorite breakfast. It's makin' me hungry chap, hungry, to put you in your place, bring you back down to the human level mate. Tonight in front of this live crowd of batty brained, smelly, lowlifes, I'm going to put you in your place.

Ding Ding

Jon McDaniel: Jethro asking for and getting this match here tonight with Blake Whitcroft.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, but he is going to fall like the dog that he is!

Lock up, with Blake reversing Jethro near the corner, but a quick spin around has Blake into the corner. Jethro slams a forearm into his face before booting him in the midsection. Jethro delivers a fist into his down turned face to stand Blake back up. Blake with a right and left combo backs Jethro up nearer center ring. Blake with a running charge, but Jethro with a back body sends him crashing over behind him. Jethro spins around and off the ropes delivering a big boot to Blake's face to send him back onto his back. Jethro bouncing off the ropes again with a leg drop.

Brian Rentfro: Blake able to move out of the way there.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is taking this match seriously, but he may have underestimated Blake a bit here.

Jethro rolls over to his knee, but Blake delivers a swift boot to the side of his face to roll Jethro over onto his back. Blake pulls Jethro into a seated position, nailing him with a series of right and left forearms. Jethro shoves him backwards, struggling up to his feet. Blake with an Irish whip sends Jethro off the ropes. Jethro rebounds into a powerslam from Blake who immediately bounces off the ropes with a leg drop across Jethro's throat. Blake gets down into Jethro's face and mouths off but in words that are not understood by us.

Brian Rentfro: You tell that hick Blake!

Jon McDaniel: Blake taking too much time here, he needs to keep on a person with Jethro's experience.

Blake reaches down grabbing Jethro's hair. Jethro slams a chop into Blake's throat backing him up and causing him to gag reflexively. Jethro up to his feet quickly for a man of his size. Jethro kicks up sending Blake into a very straight position. Jethro delivers a clothesline that has Blake up against the ropes. Jethro with a big boot, but Blake drops down holding onto the top rope. Jethro goes over and is nearly crotched but barely manages to get his second foot over. Blake turns around, pointing at his head until he sees Jethro standing on the apron. Jethro with a big right hand backs Blake up, a reaching second hand has him wobbly center ring.

Jon McDaniel: I don't know how legal they were, but they are vicious!

Brian Rentfro: Disqualify him ref! Closed fists!

Jethro through the ropes, he aims for The Plow! Blake turns it into a DDT but can't make the cover!

Jon McDaniel: Blake with a perfect counter but can't make the cover!

He now does as he rolls Jethro over.

ONE!

TWO!

Jethro kicks out with authority.

Brian Rentfro: Guess he didn't need the British Naval Fleet did he?

Jethro gets up, but Blake has beaten him to the vertical base. Jethro with a roundhouse, but Blake ducks under.

Northern Lights Suplex!

Blake holds it for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Jethro gets his foot on the ropes or else he may have had that one. Jethro manages one knee, but Blake delivers a boot right to the face. Jethro catches the foot, but Blake manages to fall backwards driving his planted foot right into Jethro's face. Hayes rolls over backwards and uses the momentum to roll up to his feet. Jethro charges in, Blake avoids a clothesline. Blake with a backwards kick, but Jethro manages to side step it just in time. Both men turn around. Collar and elbow lockup, Jethro forcing Blake backwards. Whitcroft able to duck under and grab the wrist turning it into a hammerlock. Jethro slaps at his shoulder, turning the hold and now Blake is the one slapping at his shoulder. Jethro reaches between Blake's legs lifting him up sort of like a parent holds a baby.

Jon McDaniel: What is Jethro planning?!

Jethro spins around, similtaneously dropping the hold and grabbing Blake's head in a inverted facelock, and into a inverted DDT.

Jon McDaniel: What a move!

Brian Rentfro: Jethro did show his strength and experience there, but Blake will show his British stubborness here shortly.

Jethro off the ropes with a big time knee drop onto Blake's chest where he makes his first cover of the night.

ONE!

TWO!

Blake rolls a shoulder up and Jethro is somewhat surprised and quickly is back on the attack. Jethro pulls Blake up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes. Jethro charges after his prey, but Blake with a leap frog is over Jethro and back into the ropes. Jethro spins around with a lifted knee but Blake slides under Jethro planting a fist right into Jethro's thigh. It is a legal blow and Jethro nearly folds in half as the punch had a lot on it. Jethro stumbles away.

Brian Rentfro: Where was the great counter call for Blake Jon?

Jon McDaniel: It just happened, give me a chance.

Blake with a running knee slams it into Jethro's head staggering him into the corner. Blake with a running jump slams into Jethro in the corner, crushing him there. Jethro stumbles out and it is obvious that his thigh is hurting him severely now. Blake off the ropes with a running bulldog taking Jethro down center ring. Blake isn't finished though and bounces off the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Blake with an amazing leaping knee drop right into Jethro's face!

Blake gets up and the crowd is booing him loudly, but he doesn't give a damn. Blake looks at them with distaste before pulling Jethro up and knocking him in the jaw with a right hook. Blake pulls Jethro on up, ducking behind him with a full nelson hold.

Brian Rentfro: Make that piggy squeal Blake!

Jethro grunts and as his face is beginning to turn beet red. Jethro struggles, twisting back and forth from the right to the left. Blake is having some trouble holding onto the hold as Jethro is perhaps the biggest man he's ever faced before. Jethro breaks the hold and Blake falls back holding at his midsection. Jethro bounces off the ropes, delivering a knee right into the top of his head. Blake is stunned and goes down to one knee. Jethro stradles his head, lifting him up onto his shoulders.

Brian Rentfro: NO!

Blake with an unseen thumb to the eye, but Jethro still manages to drop him and fall for the cover!

ONE

TWO!

THREE!

Jethro rolls out of the ring, holding at his left eye, the same one that Simon Kalis burnt months ago.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Jethro Hayes!

Jethro wipes at his left eye as he stumbles up the ramp, the crowd cheering him all the way.

Jethro looks up to the big screen and sees Blake leaning over the top rope clapping with a smile on his face and waving at him mockingly.

Blake Whitcroft: Enjoy it there big fella, you needed one so ole Blake gave you one.

Jethro spins around and is furious and makes for the ring.

Blake Whitcroft: Oh no mate, the match is over, but what better way to get under your stinking skin than to do what you hate and give you a win?

Fade to commercial with Jethro staring with daggers in his eyes aimed at Blake Whitcroft.

Contingency Plans: Genesis


"Requiem Lacrimosa" by Mozart plays in the background as we fade in. We first come to see Simon Kalis standing at the head of a round table inside his locker room/office. His eyes remain closed as his face is tilted upward. He sways to the symphonic ups and downs of the song as Masakazu and Reaver stand at the other ends. Reaver smiles in pride of his Master, and Masakazu simply nods. On the table itself are a mix of papers and dossiers, spread out unorganized over the table. Masakazu and Kalis are both wearing suits. Masakazu, Armani. Simon, Brioni. Only Reaver stands out in his black robe and hood and almost-satanic warpaint which covers his entire face and skull. Kalis lowers his head and opens his eyes, smiling as he gazes at his son and his apprentice.

Simon Kalis: This is everything, gentlemen. This is the heart of this Order. All of these dossiers, these papers, these plans. From Corey Lazarus bringing me to the PWA, to his funding, to the Straders. To Shadow Starr straight through into David Blazenwing and Bound By Blood. Proxies, deceptions, bullshit. And yet here we stand, my son. My friend. Here we stand at the precipice of our own demise.

Reaver reaches under the table and pulls out a large canister and begins pouring gasoline over the table.

Simon Kalis: And after all of this, I've come to realize this conquest has erred. Thanks to our friend Shadow Starr and his foolish and selfish endeavors, we must accept that a new plan must be put in place if our Order is to survive.

Reaver: What of the others?

Kalis shakes his head as Reaver puts the canister down. Masakazu backs away, as does Reaver.

Simon Kalis: I expect nothing from them. Most of them have done everything they could to make this a success and there are no hard feelings. We will continue on as a unified front and wage war. But as of now all of these plans are useless, win or lose at Good versus Evil.

Masakazu: So what is the plan?

Kalis pulls out a cigarette from behind his ear and lights it with his Order of Chaos Zippo lighter. He drops the open flame on the table and begins walking out with Reaver and Masakazu. They stop at the open door and the camera watches them as the flames rise behind them.

Reaver: Operation Phoenix Down is...?

Simon Kalis: Is still under way, but we need to mobilize properly for such a conflict. We need a semblance of unity moving forward.

Kalis reaches into his suit and pulls out the last Order of Chaos operational dossier, we can assume, in existence.

Simon Kalis: My true plans...

Masakazu smiles, and Reaver nods in comprehension of the gravity of the document. We can clearly see the words: WAR PLAN RED. The very document he gave Chamelion at the start of their war.

Simon Kalis: Starr never understood my master plan, because he was too small minded to see past his own ambitions for World title glory. Now with all of our contracts free of exclusivity, we may wander back and forth and wage the true war I have prepared for from the start...

Kalis scoffs.

Simon Kalis: Gentlemen?

The three of them leave the burning office and Kalis' private security detail immediately rushes in with fire extuingishers. It's at this moment that we see a banner hanging from behind where Kalis stood. And the banner simply reads: A.O.W.F.

From a French Canadian Point of view


Marxx's entrance video starts, as well Welcome to the Masquerade from Thousand Foot. Red and blue spotlights are circling over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black leather coat.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your Midnight Role Model... MARXX!!

He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, and then turns back by the fans as he raises his fists. He rolls inside the ring and asks for a microphone. Once he has it in hands, he waits for his music to fade out, and for the crowd to be more quiet before he can speak.

Marxx: It’s been weeks since I came back to the PWA, and it’s been weeks since I refused to answer many questions I should’ve from the very start.

Jon McDaniel: I wonder what he’s talking about.

Brian Rentfro: Watch that, he’s gonna come out of the closet in front of everyone.

Marxx: For weeks, I’ve been known for taking part of the resistance against the Order of Chaos. In the first five minutes of my comeback, I made it clear that everything I would do, it would be to stop the reign of Chaos in the Pioneer squared circle and this, at any cost. Even if...

He has hard times to say it. He bring the microphone to his mouth one more time to say what he was about to say.

Marxx: Even if I am called out for betraying some people in my actions.

The crowd is not too excited with that statement, as the disagreement coming from them could say.

Marxx: See, since my comeback, many people in the Order of Chaos pointed my actions, saying I betrayed them. And tonight, I am here to answer these allegations. Not to them, but to you, all the Marxxaddicts around the world, because out of everyone, I think you are the most deserving to know the truth. Even if that truth is an ugly one.

Brian Rentfro: Stop stretching this, come straight to the point!

Marxx: It all started on the last Rampage before Revolution per Minute 2, on April 18th. On that day, I was scheduled to fight along with Jethro Hayes, Lucious Starr and Simon Kalis. This is, or I at least I think this is where it all started. A little sparkle between the three of us, Simon, Lucious and I. The three of us connected in some ways. On one edge of that triangle, you had the guy who’s been rejected for the most part of his PWA career. On another one, the man who was trying to save his own life. And on the last one, myself, the man who was ready to go from being a lone wolf to be part of a pack. And from there, a 4th individual jumped in, none other than Starr’s partner at the time, as well as one of my oldest friends in this industry, Joshua Danielson.

Just naming Joshua Danielson, the man he was going to face later that that night, made the crowd go in jeers.

Marxx: With Josh in our circle, that connection just became stronger. We became closer to each other. And then came the idea of being a group, a pack of powerful individuals walking in the same direction and getting each other’s back on our way to the top of the business. That, what was our dream. Or at least I thought it was.

The crowd goes silent, ready to hear the rest of the story.

Marxx: But then, I took some time off from PWA to concentrate on my movie producing project. From there, I have some hard times to figure out what went wrong. Maybe just being on top wasn’t enough for them. Maybe they had to g even higher than that to the point where they would just be unreachable for a mortal riding solo, I just don’t know! But point is the group that was formed when I left was at the complete opposite of what it was when I came back. And I just couldn’t live with that.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx is a former member of the Order, but the Order is not what it should be? Is that what he’s saying?

Brian Rentfro: If the Order wasn’t supposed to be the most dominant force in wrestling today with him around, then he’s better off the group anyway!

Marxx: I just can’t live with the fact I helped doing the monster it became. So this is why the day I came back I decided to fight against them. They can call me a backstabber, a betrayer, whatever, they can say all they want about me. I’d rather backstab a group then the rest of the world.

The crowd cheers to this statement.

Marxx: And it is with this world that tonight, I’m taking a new step into the long, long journey that is destroying the Order of Chaos, even if this means I have to fight a man who was, once upon a time, a friend of mine. Because I know that the reward may be huge for going into your group, but the rewards even bigger... ONCE I LEAVE MY...

And then, he lifted his microphone as the crowd shouted “MARXX!”

Marxx: ... On you!

With that said, Marxx dropped his microphone as his music started again. He stepped out of the ring and made his way back to the locker rooms, but not without one last pose for the fans in front of the entrance curtain.

Brian Rentfro: That’s it? That’s all he had to say?

Jon McDaniel: Marxx wanted to be in peace with himself after what happened in recent weeks, and now that he’s not hiding this secret anymore, he will be more focused than ever on destroying the Order of Chaos!

Ahrid Arrafat vs Draze

Singles Match


Ahrid Arrafat vs. Draze recapped

Ahrid got the immediate advantadge in the match as Draze went for a lariat but Ahrid side stepped him and laid him out with an elbow to the back of the head. Ahrid ducks a clothesline attempt from Draze and responds with a palm heel strike signatory of his krav maga fighting style. Draze with a roundhouse kick lands cleanly on Arrafat, knocking him straight into the mat from the much larger Draze. Ahrid isn't going down easy though as he gets himself to his feet and hits a roundhouse strike directly at Draze's knee caps to weaken the six foot eight monster. Ahrid salutes a fan in the crowd who has a sign with the Star of David and the word "ROFLS" underneath it as he hits an eye strike to Draze. Draze covers his eyes then gets another strike, this time to his throat. Draze keels forward and Ahrid hits him with a hammerfist to the side. Ahrid locks in a guillotene choke on Draze as Draze comes down and Draze taps out almost immediately, giving Ahrid a good victory to start his PWA career.

Winner: Ahrid Arrafat in 3:25

Teresa Filler Segment!

YAY!


The lights dim, and the spotlights in the arena pulsate and dance across the arena, in tune to the primal drumbeat of At The Drive-In's Arcarsenal. The video screen above the entrance lights up, looking like faded paper, and overlapped with drawings of rotating, interconnected gears, half-finished mechanisms and small words in a strange text. The screen flashes back and forth between the blueprints and highlights of Teresa's career.

The drums thump. Then, with the lights down, a soft spotlight focuses on the top of the ramp, as Teresa Quaranta storms through the curtain, smirking and raising a slight eyebrow at the audience. She wears a black, long-sleeved singlet, coupled with kneepads and a heavy pair of boots.

Teresa saunters up the ring steps and enters the ring, adjusting her tie and smiling at the crowd. Before long, a proper microphone gets into Teresa’s hands, and as the music fades out, she holds the microphone up and starts pacing back and forth. The crowd reception doesn’t blow the hinges off the doors, but it’s a warm one, and she returns it with a few polite nods before speaking.

Teresa Quaranta: Three weeks ago, when I stormed through the crowd and made my debut in the PWA by pinging Charlie Scene’s skull against the turnbuckle like an aluminum bat... I heard a sound that I hadn’t heard in a very long time. I kind of dismissed it as white noise or surprise to see somebody of my caliber on this show. So I ignored it.

Two fingers go up and she continues pacing very slowly, with a voice and posture that seem much too casual considering the subject matter.

Teresa Quaranta: Next week, Lucha Libre, I had a little ring rust, but I went to Mexico City and disposed of Charlie Scene and I... I heard it again. And this time I figured that I was Mexican, at least ethnically, and maybe there was some crypto-homefield advantage, not to mention the fact that Charlie Scene is not exactly a likeable human being. So I ignored it. Again.

Three fingers.

Teresa Quaranta: But the third time... I wasn’t just facing the company’s welcome mat. I was facing a former world champion. A former tag champion. A former champion of a lot of things who’d made herself synonymous with the PWA and put herself through unimaginable torment so that all of you would have a more entertaining show. But sure enough, as we traded blows, I heard it... a third time. People chanting my name. Cheering for me as the match wore on. Swatting me on the back when I landed near the barricade and not trying to grab my ass or anything...

Her lip curls in disgust for a split second, but it’s quickly replaced by a sly grin and the return of her almost eerily calm exterior.

Teresa Quaranta: And I beat Riona Langly. I’d like to say that I feel elated about it, that it completes some long journey from darkness into light, but in reality, I just feel... a lot of questions in the air. Why was I left off the card tonight to feature another EPIC thrown together Order vs. Apostles midcard tag team match? Why don’t those people play darts with each other or race to see who can build a rocket big enough to launch themselves into the sun or something?

A breath.

Teresa Quaranta: The last time you saw me, I was driving a sheet of plateglass into a man’s eyeball, and now I’m hanging around backstage eating low calorie potato chips and taking cliffs notes on the latest WAAAAR to seize the collective conscious around here. So. Why the sudden change? What did I come to PWA for, and what do I really want?

Well... this isn’t an Agatha Christie novel, and I don’t plan to draw you into the parlor and reveal every hint in some twenty minute long gabbing spree. But expect fewer questions and more answers. And expect all of that to start this very night. Don’t say you weren’t warned...

Joshua Danielson vs Marxx

Singles Match


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, with a look of determination upon his face.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx is out for revenge tonight! After all, Joshua Danielson DID attack him last week.

Brian Rentfro: To be fair Jon, Marxx turned his back on Joshua first.

Jon McDaniel: How?!

Brian Rentfro: He wasn’t here when Joshua needed him. Left him just to produce a movie.

The crowd goes silent and the lights go down as the guitar to Mindless Self Indulgence’s song “Bullshit” plays over the PA System.

“After this, the rest is all bullshit.
After this, the rest is all bullshit.
After this, the rest is all bullshit.
After this, the rest is all bullshit!”

A spotlight shines down on the entrance curtain as Joshua Danielson comes out, dressed in his red tripp pants with his hands and wrists taped up. The crowd is raining down boos upon Joshua as he walks down the ramp with the spotlight following him, with a devious look on his face, going to face off against his former best friend.

Eric Emerson: And introducing his opponent, from Des Moines, Iowa… He is ’The Punisher’… Joshua Danielson!

Joshua gets to the ring without slapping any of the fans hands, before walking up the steps and going out onto the apron of the ring. He stomps his foot and throws his arm out in the Order of Chaos salute before jumping into the ring over the top rope. Joshua lands on his feet and begins to stretch out his wrists while he stares at Marxx from across the ring with a grin on his face.

DING DING DING!

The two competitors circle, both ready to look for an opening before Joshua tries to start the match off quickly, rushing at Marxx and throwing a forearm towards Marxx’s face. Marxx ducks quickly and grabs Joshua around the waist before going to throw him backwards with a german suplex! Joshua lands on his feet however, and waits for Marxx to get up before rushing at him and leaping into the air, taking him to the mat with a flying head scissors which is met by a huge boo from the crowd! Marxx rolls to his feet quickly, and Danielson is back to his feet also. Both men rush at each other before Marxx tosses Joshua to the mat with an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Jon McDaniel: Both men are starting this match off FAST!

Brian Rentfro: It’ll be a miracle if either of them have anything left in reserve for if this match goes long!

Danielson and Marxx both are able to kip up to their feet, before turning to each other. Danielson again rushes at Marxx, and Marxx grabs him under his arms and lifts him up into the air, seemingly going for the Jagerbomb! But that attempt is stopped as Joshua plants both feet square in Marxx’s chest, and pushes off, sending them both to the mat with a weird version of a dropkick! Marxx gets to his feet, holding his chest where Joshua kicked him, and Joshua is to his feet before AGAIN running towards Marxx! This time, Marxx takes him over and slams him down to the mat with a power slam! He holds for the pin attempt as the crowd yells with the referee!

One!

Jon McDaniel: Joshua gets the shoulder up easy after the one count.

Brian Rentfro: It’s gonna take a lot more for Marxx to put down my boy.

Jon McDaniel: Your boy?

Joshua gets to his feet relatively slowly as Marxx gets to his feet before him and plants a couple of boots into Danielson’s side, sending him back down onto one knee. Marxx takes a step back before going for a bicycle kick to Joshua’s face, but Danielson propels himself forward, rolling underneath Marxx’s kick! Joshua gets up behind Marxx as he turns around, smacking Marxx with a right hand and a left hand to the face, before sending him stumbling with a hard right handed spinning backfist to the jaw! He then sends him to the mat with a heavy dropkick!

Jon McDaniel: Joshua’s going up top!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx is to his feet, and The Punisher’s gonna fly!

Joshua leaps off the top rope before coming down ontop of a standing Marxx with a spinning cross body! Both men are on the mat, with Joshua ontop of Marxx as the crowd boos and the referee starts to count!

One!

Two!

Jon McDaniel: And Marxx is out after a scary two count!

Brian Rentfro: The crowd isn’t disappointed, but I kind of am.

Jon McDaniel: Can you please be objective at any point in this match?

Brian Rentfro: I could, but it’s more fun cheering for Joshua.

The crowd is happy as Marxx gets to his feet, this time a bit slower than Joshua. Danielson goes over to Marxx and delivers a few closed handed shots to his forehead, looking to open him up again like he did the week before with the chair. Finally, Marxx blocked one of the shots and shoots up with a huge uppercut, sending Joshua staggering backwards against the ropes! Marxx runs towards Joshua, but Joshua ducks and tries to dump him to the outside! To the delight of the crowd, Marxx lands on the apron, but as soon as he lands, Joshua bends him over with a knee to his gut! Joshua runs against the far ropes, before jumping over the top, and looking to take Marxx to the floor with a sunset flip power bomb, but Marxx holds onto the ropes, not wanting to be power bombed to the floor. He smacks Joshua with a couple shots to the head and Joshua lets go. Marxx takes a look backwards before jumping onto the second rope, looking to springboard off, but Joshua takes his legs out from under him, making him smack his face on the apron as the crowd is pissed!

Brian Rentfro: That’s what you’ve gotta do to win the match!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx needs to get up and stop Joshua’s momentum before he can do any more damage!

Joshua grabs Marxx and pulls him up to his feet before sliding him into the ring. Joshua slides in after him and gets Marxx to his feet again before sending him off the ropes with an irish whip. Joshua looks to take Marxx’s head off with a clothesline, but Marxx ducks before taking Danielson to the mat HARD with the Canadian Leg Sweep! The crowd goes wild as Marxx gets an arm over Joshua for the pin!

One!

Two!

Thr

Brian Rentfro: Joshua gets his shoulder up! It’s not over!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx made it very close there though. The crowd thought it was over too!

Joshua slowly gets to his feet before Marxx is ontop of him with right hands to his forehead! Joshua tries to fight back with shots of his own, but Marxx takes a couple steps back and smacks him with a sole kick that sends Joshua rolling out of the ring to the floor! He reaches under the ring and grabs a bottle of clear liquid, before opening it and taking a swig, unbeknownst to Marxx or the referee.

Brian Rentfro: Joshua’s so much better than Marxx, he’s taking a water break in the middle of the match, and Marxx won’t do anything to him.

Jon McDaniel: Something tells me that isn’t water…

Marxx reaches outside of the ring and grabs Joshua by the hair, but then Joshua spits the liquid in his eyes! Marxx stumbles around the ring, blinded, and Joshua slips in behind him! He lifts him up onto his shoulders, before planting him in the middle of the ring with The Punishment! Danielson holds Marxx’s legs and the referee gets down to count the pin as the crowd is pissed! They’re raining down boos!

One!

Two!

Three!

Eric Emerson: Your winner, by pinfall… ‘The Punisher’ Joshua Daaaaaaanielsooon!

Joshua shoves Marxx onto his back and gets to his feet as the crowd boos the outcome! He hops up onto the second turnbuckle and tells the crowd to bring it, before hopping down and getting his arm raised by the referee.

Brian Rentfro: He did it! Joshua Danielson comes away with the win!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, but he did it with underhanded tactics!

Brian Rentfro: What was underhanded about that? He was taking a water break, and when Marxx grabbed him, he was surprised and spit out his water.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, whatever.

The Glorious Bastards and Riona Langly vs Bronx Williams and The James Sisters

Six Person Tag Match


Music cuts abruptly as the Order team gets jumped in the isle way, with the Bastards taking after Katie and Bronx while Riona tackles Sarah. The Bastards take their duo off to one side while Riona kicks Sarah down the ramp toward the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like we’re not waiting.

Jon McDaniel: Smart move separating the James sisters to stop them working together.

Brian Rentfro: Smart move cheating to as I always say.

A loud clang is heard as Johnny whips Bronx Williams into the barricade while Spyke puts the boots to Katie on the floor. Back toward the ring Riona runs Sarah into the ring frame and then smashes her face first into the post before dumping her through the ropes. Meanwhile the rest of the fighters fan out around the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Don’t know if you noticed, but the Apostles team has rather smartly split up the Cowgirls while keeping the brothers together.

Brian Rentfro: Sound strategy to be sure, but you know those aren’t the Cowgirls right?

Jon McDaniel: Same difference. They’re all faceless broads to me.

Riona slides into the ring but catches a foot on the back of her head for her troubles as Sarah lunges at a Dropkick. Sarah then tags her with a few more kicks for good measure before standing Riona up in the ropes and smashing her across the chest with an Overhand Chop. A second one stings her but does more to wake her up, and ends up with Riona firing off a Forearm in reply that puts Sarah back a few paces.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like she just woke the beast.

Brian Rentfro: That’s the exact choice of metaphor I’d use on her as well.

Sarah throws out a right hand but it goes over head as Riona tags her with a right and left elbow before throwing herself through a spin and whipping up the crowd, only for Sarah to duck down and then catch Riona under the jaw as she returns, sending the spit flying across the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Well that’s a lovely image.

Sarah then backs Riona to the ropes and whips her across the ring, aiming with an elbow as she returns. Instead, Riona slides through her legs, leaving Sarah to turn and run right into a High Knee from Maverick that puts her across the ring. Sarah comes back, only to be pushed straight up in the air by Maverick; who then steps aside and lets Riona tag her with an Elbow on the way down.

Jon McDaniel: The Apostles team have really come together tonight.

Brian Rentfro: For now at least, but they don’t have the cohesion like a unit like the Order have.

Jon McDaniel: Are you watching the same shows I am? The Order is falling apart.

While Riona and Maverick work over Sarah in the ring Spyke suffers on the outside as Bronx finds his feet and decapitates him with a Lariat. This gives Katie a chance to breath, and leaves her free to stalk the ring – where she lies in wait for Riona to step near the ropes, where she drags her through and then smashes Riona back first into the rail. Johnny moves to intercept but Katie ducks out of his way and keeps him distracted long enough for Sarah to bring him to his knees with a Dropkick in the back of the knee. Katie then leaps the ropes, grabs Maverick around the head and smashes him with a DDT.

Brian Rentfro: A few minor slips and detours, but the Order are finally in charge.

Bronx then returns to the fray and lifts Maverick straight up for a Spinebuster, holds him in place, and lets Sarah take him off his shoulder with a Clothesline. Bronx holds onto his legs though and Slingshots him back to his feet for Katie to nail him with a Superkick. Maverick then snaps back but lands across the raised knees of Bronx, which holds him in place for Sarah to come back off the apron with the Springboard. However Spyke catches her leg as she jumps up, dragging her back down and smashing her face first into the ring apron.

Brian Rentfro: Good thing she was the ugly one.

Jon McDaniel: She definitely is now.

Bronx kicks Maverick off and goes out to fight Spyke, catching him from behind with a Double Axe-Handle off the apron as he lays the boots into Sarah. Meanwhile Katie looks to finish off Bronx’s work by nailing Maverick with the standing SSP, but catches a knee in the gut instead. Back outside the ring Bronx whips Spyke to the rail, only for him to leap onto it and shoot back with an Elbow, smashing Bronx between the eyes.

Jon McDaniel: And Spyke fires back.

Brian Rentfro: I’ll say this about him; you can never count him out.

Inside Maverick gets back to his feet and catches Katie with a knee lift in the face to stand her up before he drops low and sweeps out her legs. Sarah tries to get back in to help her but Riona clobbers her with an Elbow in the back of the head before turning and throwing her into the rail. She then drops down with a knee grated across Sarah’s face to keep her at bay.

Jon McDaniel: The sisters have been separated, and Katie is in a lot of trouble.

In an act of sheer dickishness more than anything, Maverick puts a foot on Katie’s face and steps right over her, making sure to put some real time and weight into the step. This brings Katie off her back and leaves her open for Johnny to blast her in the spine with a Roundhouse Kick. She arches out of it to try and brace for the impact, but it’s a solid blow that rings through the arena and gets the crowd on their feet. Johnny then calls Spyke back to the ring while he brings Katie back to her feet.

Jon McDaniel: Now it looks like it’s the Bastard’s turn to get it together.

Brian Rentfro: How come you’re allowed to swear now?

Jon McDaniel: Because I have to fly back and forth across America working two shows every week, don’t get to sleep and can say whatever I like.

Johnny pushes Katie forward into Spyke and lets him tag her with a few rights and lefts before a Front Kick puts her back into Johnny, who catches her around the Waist and crushes her with a German Suplex. The referee moves to count and then immediately jumps out of the way again as Spyke runs to the ropes, leaps up and Springboards into a Legdrop which crushes Katie once again.

Brian Rentfro: The Bastard Plex!

Johnny then releases and lets Spyke take the pin as he moves to block.


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2


Jon McDaniel: And Bronx sweeps him from the outside!

Too busy watching Sarah try and break away from Riona, he misses Bronx pulling Spyke from the outside. He then moves to go after Bronx with a low Suicide Dive but Sarah finally breaks free, runs up and leaps into a desperation Dropkick that catches him in the side of the head and sends him skittering away. Riona moves to follow, but gets bludgeoned by Bronx who charges head first and tackles her into the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: E-Jected!

Paying no attention to the action outside, Spyke gets Katie back on her feet and bounces her off the ropes. He then runs full speed after her, leaps onto the ropes just a moment after she hits them and twists into a Springboard Bulldog, smashing Katie into the mat. He then rolls her for the cover.


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2

Jon McDaniel: and Katie is out again.

Spyke casts a quick look to the outside to take in the general carnage before taking off to the ropes. He then jumps up to the top and gives Katie a chance to stagger to his feet before leaping up into a Backflip, unfortunately Sarah gets back into play and tackles Katie out of the way, sending Spyke flipping through the Shooting Star Dropkick and landing on the back of his head. He then jumps back up and goes right into a right hand from Sarah that knocks him into the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: He might not be able to feel it but landing on his head like that certainly knocked him loopy.

Sarah reels off a string of right forearms that back Spyke up and then rips off a Roundhouse kick that finds its mark, but Spyke gets two hands up to block and then spins her away. He then kicks Sarah in the back of the leg and puts her to a knee before turning to run to the ropes, but instead he runs right into Katie, who grabs him by the head and kisses him on the lips… for a while.

Brian Rentfro: Well that got awkward very quickly.

Spyke is stunned, so much so that he doesn’t even notice Sarah grab him from behind and annihilate him with the Bullet Wound. Sarah then slips out of the way and leaves Katie to run in and crush him with the Standing SSP.

Jon McDaniel: Katie follows up that devastating Suplex with the Starrstruck! And that could do it.

Katie hooks a leg.


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2


Jon McDaniel: Spyke powers out!

Katie doesn’t miss a beat and pulls Spyke off the mat, stands him up and kicks him in the gut. She then dives out of the way as Bronx returns, hits the ropes behind Spyke and thunders back with a Devastating Northern Lariat, turning Spyke inside out.

Jon McDaniel: Tensa Zangetsu!

Katie jumps on him again.


1

Sarah blocks Johnny. Bronx blocks Riona…

2

She breaks free…

3
Jon McDaniel: Riona breaks the count!

Disgusted, Sarah grabs Riona and looks to pitch her through the ropes, but Riona turns it around throws Sarah instead. Bronx looks to capitalise but this time Riona ducks aside, turns and then smashes Bronx with a Roaring Elbow that puts him through the ropes. He then jumps back up on the apron, only to be sent flying as Maverick runs up and knocks him stupid with a flying knee.

Brian Rentfro: He just knocked him stupid with that knee.

Jon McDaniel: So I saw.

Katie gets to her feet, but a knee in the back stops her as Riona pulls her into an Inverted Guillotine, which she uses to lift, twist and flatten her with the Bomb Dropper. It whips the fans into a frenzy but she doesn’t cover, and instead rolls Katie onto her back and points to the ropes where Spyke is standing ready. He then flips forward 450 degrees and lands on Katie with a sickening thud as the clash head to head.

Brian Rentfro: Genocide!

Spyke can’t even get the cover, forcing Johnny to push him aside and claim it himself. The referee dives in as Riona clears Bronx from the apron with a Baseball Slide.


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2

Jon McDaniel: And Sarah makes the save again!

Sarah pulls Johnny out to the floor and digs her fingers into his eyes as she pushes him into the fence. Never one to be out done though he gives her back some of the same, leading to the two of them fighting out into the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like that’s the last we’ll see of them two this match.

Spyke pulls himself into a corner and does his best to correct his double vision while Riona drags what’s left of Katie off the mat and into a standing Guillotine. She then draws a thumb across her throat before taking Katie for a Suplex, but on sheer instinct she hunkers down to the mat. Riona then lets go and drops a few clubbing blows on her back before trying again, this time though she throws her off to throw an Elbow at Reaver as he rushes into the ring, several other Order members following as well.

Brian Rentfro: Here comes the cavalry!

Jon McDaniel: Of course it was only a matter of time.

Riona scores a clean hit on Reaver but falls under the numbers as Danielson and Masakazu bring her to the floor. Reaver is back up and on an arm while Masakazu has the other, allowing Danielson to pick shots and nail Riona with a series of right hands.

Brian Rentfro: Danielson is going to town. He’s like an Apostle Headhunter now!

Riona is brought to her knees and belted with shots before Danielson grabs hold of her hair and sneers a few words in her face. She answers back by spitting in his eye, which just forces him to open up on her, burying the flat of his foot through her cheek.

Brian Rentfro: Well that was a mistake.

Jon McDaniel: Brian, unless he kills her, the only person in that ring making a mistake is Danielson.

Danielson then breaks down, wailing shots in on Riona until he’s left mounted on top of her and hammering her down into a bloody pulp. Masa and Reaver eventually have to pull him off, but not until he lands one last ferocious stomp down on her face. He then calls to Katie who has finally come around, and lets her finish the job with the Swanton Bomb. She then turns over and kneels on a cover.


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3!!

Spyke tries to help her out, but the Order has the numbers and he’s forced out of the ring. Meanwhile cheers are still heard in a few pockets around ringside as Sarah and Maverick continue to battle through the crowd, unaware of what’s going on in the ring. Back inside the members of the Order raise their hands in victory before ditching the ring, leaving Spyke to slide in and attend to Riona.

Brian Rentfro: They came with a plan tonight Jon. They wanted to cut off the head of the snake, and after that attack, they might have just done it.

Jon McDaniel: Pains me to say it, but even after last week, it looks like this week the Order has taken the upper hand.

Making a DENT in the Competition


The camera fades in to show PWA backstage reporter Bud Adams lining up with the cameraman before an interview.

Bud Adams: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are a couple of weeks away from Good vs. Evil, and my guest tonight -

Before he can finish, Teresa Quaranta leans onto the screen, and she’s accompanied by Lisa Seldon.

Teresa Quaranta: Change of plans, Bud. I’m the new guest for tonight, and luckily I’ve got something a bit more important to discuss this week.

Bud Adams: I bet. You said earlier tonight that you were going to start answering some questions. So let’s start with -

Teresa smiles and Seldon hands her a heavy steel chair. The two of them then hurry down the hallway.

Teresa Quaranta: Bud, you should start by asking me a question. Like... hey, why are you going down this hallway with a chair?

Bud Adams: Why ARE you going down this hallway with a chair?

Teresa stops at an intersection, puts a hand to her lip and then draws the chair back, bringing it down just as Masakazu crosses the intersection. The chair slams against him and, unprotected, he slides awkwardly to the ground.

Teresa Quaranta: The same reason this moron doesn’t walk around with armed guards or anything. Makes things entertaining.

Bud’s eyes are about to boggle out of his skull.

Bud Adams: That... that’s the son of Simon Kalis.

Teresa tilts her head and bugs her eyes out even brighter.

Teresa Quaranta: YEAH, I KNOW. I thought about chairing Simon’s mailman, but I thought it wouldn’t have the same emotional impact. He’s a tough guy, he’ll shake it off in a few minutes.

She hits him with the chair again.

Teresa Quaranta: OK. A few more minutes. Or have a concussion. Hopefully that. Now about my payment...

Lisa sighs, reaches into her pocket and hands Teresa a wrinkly one dollar bill. The money gets a skeptical look.

Teresa Quaranta: If this gets stuck in the machine...

Lisa Seldon: You will... buy overpriced vending machine snacks with your own money instead of mines?

Teresa gives a sheepish look, hands her the chair and leaves. Lisa notices a small dent in the chair and shows it off to Bud as the camera fades...

Ratings Spike

(because it had the word spike in the title and it's late)


We jump backstage, mere minutes removed from Riona’s attack. Blood drips down her face but she doesn’t seem to notice as she walks back and forth, hands buried in her hair. By the look on her face there’s a million different things she’d like to say, but for now just one finds the surface.

Riona Langly: Next week Danielson.

She then turns, flicks out her wrist and punctuates her thoughts by driving her railroad spike into the plaster wall behind her before stamping off the screen. The camera then slowly zooms in on the spike, hangs on the thought of it… and then jumps back to the ring.

Ash Nukem vs Mark Zout

Singles Match


As we return from a commercial break we find Ash Nukem and Mark Zout already in the ring, each being patted down by the referee, Scott Swindell in their respective corners as Eric Emerson stands in a neutral corner.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is set for a time limit of ten minutes. Introducing first, in the crimson and grey cameo shorts; standing at five feet, ten inches, weighing two hundred and ten pounds, out of Seattle, Washington, he is Mark Zout!

Rentfro: Mark Zout is a joke. This is a guy who is in and out of the business, he‘s inconsistent with wins, and he hasn‘t even been here in months!

McDaniel: You‘re talking about a two-time tag team champion, and a second generation professional wrestler. Not to take anything away from his opponent, but I think Mark can really prove to be a handful tonight.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent; standing at five feet, seven inches and weighing one hundred seventy-five pounds, Ash Nukem!

Rentfro: Now this is a guy I can get behind. He doesn‘t care about what it takes to win, because he doesn‘t care if he wins. He‘s desperate and hungry and that‘s what it takes to get places. Like last week, did you see that? He was so hungry he tried ripping Marco Dante‘s arm off so he could eat that!

McDaniel: I can‘t believe you, Brian. Marco Dante was seriously injured last week, that‘s no laughing matter. But you make a good point. If Mark makes a wrong move Nukem has proven he will capitalize and this thing could be over quickly, and we‘ll see Ash Nukem with a second win in a row under his belt.

As Emerson steps out of the ring the bell rings and Nukem and Zout circle each other in the ring. Nukem seeks a collar-elbow tie up, but is caught off guard by Zout’s Russian tie. Nukem presses forward into Zout, but Zout spins out from in front of Nukem, tripping him with a drop toe hold. In a flash, Zout has tied up Nukem’s legs into an Indian death lock and bridged into a camel clutch. Nukem, held in the center of the ring, tries to hold out, but quickly finds himself tapping. Swindell signals for the bell and raises the arm of Zout.

Rentfro: Are you kidding me?! That was a fluke! Reverse the decision, ref!

McDaniel: Well… ladies and gentlemen, it looks as if Mark Zout is more than ready to make his return to the PWA ring…

Eric Emerson: The winner - via submission - at seventeen point nine seconds, Mark Zout!

Dance With My Father


Kalis is in his full wrestling gear now, inside of his locker room. The burned round table is out, but remains inside the room little more than debris and ash. Kalis sits on a steel chair, while "It's Goin' Down" by Yung Joc blasts from his boombox, getting him psyched up and pumped for the match against Starr. He fails to see his daughter Maya standing at the door, watching him.

Maya: Dad...?

Kalis' eyes shoot up at her, and she takes two steps into his locker room.

Maya: Please... I'm not here to fight.

Simon Kalis: At this point, neither am I sweetheart.

Kalis sighs as he reaches over to the boombox and turns it off.

Simon Kalis: So?

Maya: So...

There's an awkward silence for a moment, as they look at each other with ever-changing expressions. Regret. Hope. Anger, sadness... Kalis gets to his feet and smiles as he looks at Maya and takes a step forward.

Maya: Who'd have thought, right?

Simon Kalis: I'm proud of you, Maya. More than you know.

Maya: Are you?

Simon Kalis: You're a grown woman now. You've got a right to make your own decisions, you know. It's just hard for me to see you do that, or admit it to myself that you're not my baby girl anymore.

Maya chuckles, and Kalis smiles.

Maya: Don't let Mas hear you say that, you always coddled me and worked his ass off.

Kalis nods as both of them take another step forward to each other.

Simon Kalis: Yeah well, he understands more than you might know.

Maya shrugs and smiles as she walks past her father and opens up the CD tray. She puts his mixed hip hop CD aside and pulls one of her own out of her back pocket and pops it in.

Maya: I figure you know...

Maya smiles as "Dance With My Father" by Luther Vandross begins to play. Kalis chuckles now as they hug, and he she places both her hands on his shoulders. He puts his hands on her back almost half-hugging her now and they begin to sway left and right, back and forth.

Maya: You don't hate me, do you?

Kalis smiles and shakes his head as she puts her head against his chest.

Simon Kalis: Never. You know I'll always support you and everything you do.

Kalis' facial expression drops as he looks at the table where the boombox is, and his cell phone remains open with a text message visible to the cameras.

Simon Kalis: I'm glad you came. This war is just...

Maya: Shh... I just wanna forget everything right now? Okay?

Kalis nods and holds her close as they continue to dance. The camera's zoom in on his cell phone and the message reads: "We've come." from an unknown sender. Kalis smiles as Maya looks back up at him and plants a kiss on his cheek, but he sighs heavily as she turns her gaze and he stares at the cell phone as we fade to ringside...

Simon Kalis vs Lucious Starr

Last Man Standing Match


Jon McDaniel: Things are heating up here now folks.

Brian Rentfro: One of these men are walking out with everything, and one of them is leaving with nothing.

Jon McDaniel: What I'm wondering is why things were allowed to escelate to this level at all.

Brian Rentfro: The Civil War of The Order of Chaos ends now!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following match will be a LAST MAN STANDING for the leadership of the Order of Chaos and the PWA WORRRLLLLLD HEAVYWEIGHHHHT TITLE! Introducing first, THE CHAMPION!

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: It is my honor to introduce... Lucious Starr!!

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

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

Brian Rentfro: I'm so nervous.

Jon McDaniel: Why's that?

Brian Rentfro: Well they're both only like the best wrestlers ever. I don't know who I want to win more!

Jon McDaniel: What a crisis of faith for you, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I know, right!

"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. He stares around at the crowd as they boo him, lowering his head in shame.

DING DING DING

Lucious stares at Kalis coldly, and Kalis stares back at Lucious with a blank, emotionless face. They begin circling each other. Neither man seems ready to make the first move. Kalis puts his arms in the air and then closes his eyes, reaching for an invisible sword...

Jon McDaniel: Oh god really?! REALLY?!

Brian Rentfro: Here we go!

Kalis quickly unsheathes this invisible sword and strikes it into himself in dramatic fashion before collapsing to the canvas. Cross begins the ten count as Lucious heads to the top turnbuckle.

1!

Jon McDaniel: Hara Kiri! Kalis is throwing the match! Why?!?!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: Lucious will be the new leader of The Order of Chaos! Incredible!

3!!!

4!!!!

5!!!!!

Masakazu and Reaver begin running towards the ring from backstage.

6!!!!!!

Reaver and Masakazu stop just outside the ring and watch.

7!!!!!!!

The Redeemer begins coming down to the ring, with two metal baseball bats in hand.

8!!!!!!!!!!

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is happening?!

9!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reaver and Masakazu grab the baseball bats from the Redeemer and slide in.

10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match and STILL PWA World Champion... And now LEADER of The Order of Chaos... LUCIOUS STARR!

Kalis gets to his feet with the help of Reaver and Masakazu now, who arm their bats.

Jon McDaniel: Oh this doesn't look good at all for Lucious right now.

Lucious jumps down from the top turnbuckle and looks at the three men opposite of him, raising a defensive posture. Kalis takes two steps back and closes his eyes, raising his arms in the air once again as Reaver and Masakazu swing the bats... Straight for his head!

Brian Rentfro: OH MY GOD! REAVER AND MASAKAZU ARE ATTACKING SIMON KALIS!

Jon McDaniel: That's impossible! They wouldn't!

Joshua Danielson, Bronx Williams, Katie James and Sarah James along with David Blazenwing and Jen-Corlen Blazenwing all stand at the top of the entrance ramp and salute towards the ring. The Redeemer slides in the ring and holds Kalis up, tying his arms behind his back and holding him up for Masakazu and Reaver. Reaver and Masakazu swing repeatedly into Kalis' chest and stomach as Lucious looks on with as much shock as everyone else in the arena.

Brian Rentfro: All Hail Lucious Starr!

Jon McDaniel: You've gotta be kidding me...

Reaver and Masakazu each take one more swing at Kalis' head, busting him open and Redeemer lets go letting Kalis hit the canvas in a bloody mess. Reaver and Masakazu drop the bats and stand perfectly still while looking down at Kalis as he struggles to move away from them.

Brian Rentfro: I think it's safe to say we know who's in charge of The Order, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Did everyone forget who has the power over the PWA in the Order? Did I miss something?

Masakazu grabs a microphone from ringside and points to Lucious Starr.

Masakazu: All Hail Our Glorious Leader and Champion! ALL HAIL LUCIOUS STARR!

Lucious nods as Kalis groggily gets himself to his feet. Kalis leans against the ropes now, bleeding from his head as he stares across at Lucious.

Masakazu: This is my father's will. He ordered Reaver and I to attack the loser of this match no matter what, to show our loyalty to the General. And that General is Lucious Starr!

The rest of the Order of Chaos begins approaching the ring now and eventually everyone slides in to join Lucious Starr.

Masakazu: My father has a new mission for himself and departs until Good Versus Evil, where he will follow Lucious Starr's charge against The Apostles of Ares!

Kalis nods and rips his Pioneer Wrestling chain off of his neck and throws it to Lucious Starr. Masakazu throws him the microphone.

Simon Kalis: Let there be no doubt. There be no question, who is our Leader. And who is our Champion. I pledge myself to you, Lucious Starr. That you are my Leader...

Kalis groans as he continues to bleed from his head.

Simon Kalis: And that you are... My Champion. Our Leader. Our Champion. If you'd give me... One final act, as Leader of the Order...

Lucious nods.

Simon Kalis: Then I'd like to ask Masakazu to ignore my orders that would have sent him to Robinson Pro, and stay here. Stay here Masakazu.

Masakazu nods but it's almost hard to hear Kalis over the sounds of the boos from the crowd.

Simon Kalis: We unite under the banner of the Starr now, and I ask all of you in this ring to support Lucious as you'd have supported me. Good versus Evil is coming, and while our enemies would label us as the evil... We know our cause is just, and our mission is true.

Kalis stares at each of the men and women of The Order of Chaos and smiles proudly.

Simon Kalis: David, Jen, you've been good friends and quiet supporters for far too long. Here's to vengeance over Mark Sommers.

Kalis raises his fist in a toast, and Blazenwing responds in kind.

Simon Kalis: Katie, Sarah. You two fought hard to take down the Cowgirls. And even though they are our allies and friends, so are you. They couldn't make it, nor could Scott. But I know they respect you as much as I do, our great PWA Tag Team Champions.

They raise the PWA tag team titles high regardless of the booing crowd.

Simon Kalis: Bronx Williams, you've shown more grit and hardened veteran skill than most of us and for that I thank you. I also thank you for remembering what we spoke of, and hope you know that the time for action will come sooner rather than later.

Bronx nods and he and Kalis shake hands.

Jon McDaniel: Why does this sound like a farewell speech?

Simon Kalis: Mr. McCoy. Duff Cote D'Ivoire. The Redeemer. You are something else, and I know you hate me. But I also hope you understand why I did what I did to you. If I have any regret however, it was what I did to you. But it had to be done, and you'll see in time I've made you stronger than you ever were before.

The Redeemer shakes his head and scoffs at Kalis' comments.

Simon Kalis: Masa, my son.

Kalis smiles as Masakazu walks over and hugs his dad.

Simon Kalis: My pride and joy. I have a new mission for you. I want you to eliminate your sister Maya for her treachery against not only this Order, but our family. It's a hard pill to swallow, and shamefully we know how much she swallows with Johnny Maverick...

The crowd laughs but Kalis doesn't seem too pleased at all.

Simon Kalis: So do this as my final mission for you. I love you, and I love you too Maya.

He points to the backstage area.

Simon Kalis: But this is war, and you've made your choice. So you burn with the enemies of The Order regardless of what blood flows through your veins.

Masakazu nods somberly and steps away. Kalis wipes the blood from his face and approaches Lucious Starr with a smile.

Simon Kalis: Lucious baby.

He extends his hand and Lucious shakes his hand.

Simon Kalis: Now you're tasked with leading us into this war. But you see... I told you this once before. You can never be leader in The Order of Chaos.

Kalis pulls Lucious closer and everyone backs up, all the fans rise to their feet.

Simon Kalis: Not so long as one of her pillars remains. So by virtue of this victory, I have no choice but to leave the PWA.

The crowd cheers loudly and Kalis looks around, almost sadness peers through his eyes.

Brian Rentfro: NO!!!! NO!!!!

Jon McDaniel: ....

Simon Kalis: But I will return, at Good versus Evil my friend. I will return, to fight with you and The Order of Chaos against the Apostles in the final showdown. I will follow your lead, and I know you'll lead all of us to certain... Victory.

Lucious leans in to speak into the microphone.

Lucious Starr: But then what're you gonna do?

Simon Kalis: Hah, well...

Lucious and Kalis shake hands once more, smiling at each other as Kalis now steps back.

Simon Kalis: Reaver. War Plan Red initiated.

Reaver nods as he reaches into his pouch and pulls out a silver chain. He throws it to Kalis who holds it up high in the air for everyone to see.

Jon McDaniel: REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO?!

Brian Rentfro: Kalis is going to Robinson Pro!

Jon McDaniel: But the chain says Rebel, Brian...

Simon Kalis: All Hail Lucious Starr! All Hail The Order of Chaos!

Kalis and Reaver slide out of the ring and Reaver follows Kalis back up the ramp. They turn around and salute The Order of Chaos back in the ring, who all salute back.

Jon McDaniel: We're out of time folks! I can't believe the turn of events here tonight, but suffice to say Chaos should be interesting next week!

Brian Rentfro: So should Misgivings on Friday...!

Jon McDaniel: For Brian Rentfro, this is Jon McDaniel! GOOD NIGHT!

The shot shows the entire Order of Chaos turn towards Lucious Starr. He stands in the middle of the ring as everyone stomps their feet down and salutes him, as he raises the PWA World Championship in the air. The final shot shows Reaver and Simon Kalis disappear from PWA television as we fade out...

Casualty Of War


Reaver: Is this wise, Master?

We fade away to the backstage area as Kalis and Reaver make their way to the parking lot.

Simon Kalis: I'm not sure anymore, but it probably does not even matter at this point.

They stop at the large metal door to the parking lot, and Kalis holds Reaver back.

Simon Kalis: When I open this door, I want you to run. And run as fast as you can.

Reaver: Are we being set up?

Simon Kalis: No, Colonel. Not we.

Kalis reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it and sighing in relief at the first drag.

Simon Kalis: I was warned, and I warned Lucious. Now there is no turning back from what I've done. I'm going to suffer. I must accept my punishment, you have to make it to Misgivings and continue to watch over the situation in Robinson Pro. Especially as things have begun to boil.

Reaver nods and Kalis kicks the door open. Reaver bolts out into the parking lot but stops as about twelve men in black robes and hoods encircle the exit a few feet from them.

Simon Kalis: RUN REAVER! RUN GOD DAMN IT!

Reaver turns to look back at Simon as he enters the parking lot, the door slamming hard shut behind him. Reaver makes a run for it and runs past one of the twelve and doesn't look back. The twelve men begin to encroach on Simon Kalis, who remains standing still while smoking his cigarette.

Order Minion 1: You know why we've come all this way, don't you Master Kalis?

He speaks in a thick British accent, and Kalis nods in understanding.

Order Minion 2: Then you know you've disgraced The Order of Chaos heavily with how you've conducted yourself in this Pioneer Wrestling Association.

Kalis nods as two of the men grab him and rip his vest off of his body, and cut his wifebeater off with a combat knife. They push him forward and now he is completely circled.

Order Minion 1: You, more than anyone else. You know that no man is above-

Simon Kalis: No man is above justice. I know, Phillip. I made that rule.

Order Minion Phillip: Yes you did. We wouldn't have come all the way from London if this wasn't serious, and you'd been warned. As a Pillar you should've rectified the situation.

Simon Kalis: The situation was delicate, and besides. I don't need to explain myself to you. I pay your fucking salary.

Order Minion 2: You do, but you've disgraced this Order by allowing it to grow to such massive size inside the PWA. Not only that, you've let in many people who were not even qualified to be admitted.

Simon Kalis: I'm aware of that.

Order Minion Phillip: And now you leave the mantle of leadership to a profligate such as Lucious Beta Starr? This was the last straw.

Kalis nods as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

Order Minion Phillip: Tell me, Master Simon. Does this Lucious Starr, or any of the other profligates you've enlisted in this chapter of the Order know of our existence?

Kalis shrugs.

Simon Kalis: Probably not, although I always tried to warn Lucious that there were outside forces watching us.

All twelve men nod in satisfaction.

Order Minion 3: We don't take enjoyment out of this, Sir. But you must face our justice. Your justice.

Simon Kalis: Spare the others. Spare Lucious. Spare this chapter, all of them. Let me take care of this.

Order Minion Phillip: I'm afraid your time is up. We know you plan to expand operations into Robinson Pro, but I'm afraid...

The men drop their robes and reveal themselves to be in Order-military uniforms similar to what Simon Kalis always wears. Except they have varying degrees of differences, especially rank. They all have 2x4's in their hands, delicately wrapped in barbed wire.

Order Minion Phillip: You won't be making it out of here tonight.

Kalis smirks as he points to the weapons in their hands.

Simon Kalis: You know I suggested that be the weapon for this sort of judgment? Ironic, isn't it?

Kalis' arms shake as he chucks his cigarette to the ground and crushes it beneath his boot.

Order Minion Phillip: Ordo Ab Chao, Simon Kalis.

They all stomp their feet on the ground and offer a final salute to Kalis as he raises his head and his arms.

Simon Kalis: I accept the judgment.

They all grab the weapons from their sides and begin swinging immediately. The barbed wire lashes Kalis' skin on his chest and back as he throws his arms up to protect his face. He falls to his knees and they swarm him, beating him relentlessly. We can no longer see him as the swarms of Order soldiers beat him relentlessly. Finally they stop and Phillip orders the others to back away. Kalis remains laid out, bleeding from his entire body. He clenches his teeth and looks up nearly unconscience.

Simon Kalis: You've had your judgment... Leave the country and spare my men and my women.

Phillip shakes his head as he takes aim at Kalis' right knee.

Order Minion Phillip: You are no longer leader of this chapter. If I remember correctly, your weak spot is the right knee correct?

He swings it hard down over Kalis' right knee, and Kalis winces and groans as he holds his knee in excruciating pain.

Simon Kalis: Fuck man...

Order Minion Phillip: As you say. Direct intervention is necessary, Master Kalis.

Kalis spits blood to the ground as he looks up groggily.

Order Minion Phillip: And we are assuming direct control.

He swings one more time at Kalis' face and we cut to the PWA logo.